To love where love should be inspired Since there 's no more to be desired In this great glory and great gladness Thinkst thou to have no touch of sadness Good fortune gave me not such glory To mock my love or make me sory If my firm love I were denying Tell me with sighs wouldst thou bedying Those words in jest to hear thee speaking For very griefe my heart is breaking Yet wouldst thou change I pray thee tell me In seeing one that doth excell me O no for how canst thou aspire To more then to thy owne desire Such great affection thou dost bear me As by thy words thou seemst to swear me Of thy desert to which a Debter I am thou maist demand this better Sometimes me thinks that I should swear it Sometimes me thinks thou shouldst not hear it Onely in this the pip doth greive me And thy desire not to believe me Sir yours very dubiously affectionated not to be cammanded or waited on by you c. The Lover being discontented at the absence of his Mistress he being in the City she in the Countrcy Dearest THe lesser people of the aire conspire to kep thee from mee Philomel with higher And sweeter notes wooes thee to weep her rape Which would appease the gods change her shape The early Larke preferring for soft rest Obsequious duty leaves his downy nest And doth to thee harmonious duty pay expecting from thy eyes the break of day From which the Owle is frighted and doth rove As never having felt the warmth of love In uncouth vaults and the chill shades of night Not ' biding the great lustre of thy sight With him my Fate agrees not viewing thee I 'm lost in mists at best but Meteors see Soul of sweetness thy humble creature c. The Lover angry at his Mistress unsufferable contempt may if he will thus vent himself in an invective manner Scornful Tit SInce just disdaine began to rise And cry revenge for spiteful wrong What once I prais'd I now despise And think my love was all too long I tread to durt that scornful pride Which in thy looks I have descride Thy beauty is a painted skin For fooles to see their faces in Thy eyes that some as stars esteeme From whence themselves they say take light Like to the foolish fire I deeme That leads men to their death by night Thy Words and Oaths are light as wind And yet far lighter is thy mind Thy friendship is a broken reed And thou a gigling maukes indeed My owne and can command my self H. D The Lover betwixt hope and despaire to attaine his Mistress love she telling him she hath vowed never to marry Dearest mistress EVen as my hand my pen to paper laies My trembling hand my pen from paper staies Lest that thine eys which shining made me love you Should frowning on my suit bid cease to love you So that my nurfing murth'ring pen affords A grave a cradle to my new-born words But whilst like clouds tofs'd up and down by aire I wracked hang 'twixt hope and sad despaire Dispaire is beaten vanquisht from the feild And unto conqu'ring hope my heart doth yeild If of my eyes you also could bereave me As you already of my heart deceive me Or could shut up my ravisht ears through which You likewise did my inchanted heart bewitch To root out love all means you can invent Were all but labour lost and time ill spent For as these sparks being spent which fire procure The fire doth brightly burning still indure Though absent so your sparkling eyes remove My heart still burnes in endless flames of love Then strive not gainst the stream to no effect But let due love yeild love a due respect Nor seek to ruine what your self begun Or loose a knot that cannot be undon Why were you fair to be sought of so many If you live chaste not to be lov'd by any For if that Nature love to Beauty offers And Beauty shun the love that Nature proffers Then either unjust Beauty is to blame With scorne to quench a lawful kindled flame Or else unlawfully if love we must And be unlov'd then Nature is unjust A marble heart under an amorous look Is of a flattering bait the murth'ring hook For from a Ladies shining frowning eyes Death's sable dart with Cupids arrow flies Since then from chastity and beauty spring Such various streams where each a bide as kin Let Tyrant Chastitie's usurped throne Be made the seat of beauties grace alone And let your beauty be with this suffis'd That my heart's City is by it surpriz'd Raze not my heart nor to your beauty raise Blood-gilded Trophies of your beauties praise For wisest Conquerours do Towns desire On honourable tearmes and not with fire Cruel faire one thy bleeding servant T. P. The Lover having word brought him of his Mistress departure Dearest I Am engag'd to sortow and my heart Feels a distracted rage Though you depart And leave me to my feares let love in spight Of absence our divided souls unite But you must go the me lancholy Doves Draw Venus chariot hence the sportive loves That wont to wanton here hence with you flie And like false friends forsake me when I die For but a walking Tombe what can he bee Whose best of life is sorc'd to part with thee Bright Goddess your humble admirer The Lover absent from his Mistress beyond the Seas sollicites her thus My dearest Mistress STar of my life if these sad lines do hap The raging fury of the Sea to scape O let your hand then be their blessed Port From whence they may unto your cies resort Fountain of bliss yet well-spring of my wo O would I might not justly tearm you so My dearest dear behold the portraicture Of him that doth all kind of woes indure Of him whose head is made a hive of woes Whose swarming number dayly greater grows Of him whose senses like a rack are bent With divers motions my poor heart to rent Whose mind a mirrour is which onely shows The ugly image of my present woes Whose memory 's a poyson'd knife to teare The ever-bleeding wound my brest doth bear And that poor heart so faithful constant true That onely loves and serves and honours you Is like a feeble Ship which toine and rent The mast of hope being broke and tackling spent Reason the Pilot dead the stars obscured By which alone to sail it was inured No Port No Land no comfort once expected All hope of safety utterly neglected With dreadful terror tumbling up and down Visions uncertain waves to mountaines grown I must confess that when I do consider How ill alas how ill agree together So peerless beauty and so fierce a minde So hard an inside and so soft a rinde A heart so bloody and so white a brest Such proud disdain with so mild looks supprest And how my dear O would it had been never Accursed word O would it had been ever How once I say
thee I beg some help to have In thee it lies to kill or save The dying Lover NOw that Boreas with his cold Doth this County round infold And his Isicles displaies Whilst the verdure green he slayes I must end my life ere long With a sad and mournsul song Now that more then cruel pain Makes my hopes to be but vain And that love makes me distil Salt tears signes of my kind will Needs now must my lives term end Unto the heavens to ascend Now that such is my sad care That I 'm droven to dispaire That cross Fates me strive to greive Why shòuld I desire to live Better 't is to dye then still Follow us what works more ill Now that sighs and sobs and teares The subject of my verses bears And whilst this plague usurps my heart I 'll try if I can make it smart By a death that one day may Make me victor every way Now that skies with lightning blast Force my pleasures not to last And that the sun no more doth shine I must yeild to tempest Time Loyally I lay me down And go willing to my Tomb. Now that cold and chilly fear Still doth dog me everywhere Seek I must by cruelty For to end my misery For an end to every thing Gentle death none else doth bring Now that burning fire o'r-bright Hath my sense consumed quite Leaving nought with me but groanes Thus I do rid all at once The Lover to his Mistress LUckloss and lucky both at once am I With fear and hope I tremble as a reed Luckless by beauty thine by destiny Lucky because I am thy slave indeed For then thy face there 's nothing is more faire Then thy sweet eyes nought more divine or rare One while I hope another while I fear Nor can there any thing my fancy please It grieves me to see the heavens though clear So much I doubt thy favour to displease Then thy fair face there 's nothing is more fair Then thy sweet eyes nought more divine or rare The united Lovers WHo ever saw so faire a sight Love and Vertue met aright And that wonder Constancy Like a comet to the eye Sound aloud so rare a thing That all the Hills and Vales may ring Look lovers look with passion see If that any such there be As there cannot but be such Who do feel this noble touch Sound aloud so rare a thing That all the hills and vales do ring The Lover to his Mistress upon her apparelling her self in black SInce that thou hast victory Ore my dearest liberty Why with black that form of thine Dost thou cloath so rich and fine If thou wear'st it for to witness As a friend my sad distress Happy I since for my sake Thou the colour sad dost take Sweet my life content be thou That this black weed I bear now Hapless was my life and so Sad my life i' th' end should show To me these sad cloaths alone Appertain as signes of mone Nature in one body ne'r Black and white at once doth bear From my black all hate be wide With which I my crosses hide He that in despair doth rest Black doth bear for colour best Cruel this not colour 's thine Since thine eyes bright and divine Sacred as the hallowed day Chase the gloomy night away My heart wounded thou dost make The habit of a conquerour take And let me alone with this Since my fitting colour ' t is Live thou in eternal glory While I dye as desp'rate sory Whilst this dye thou put'st on thee Thou depriv'st of comfort me Change then this same weed of dole Fit for a departing soul Give to me the colour black With it the flitting Ghosts to track The forsaken Lovers complaint 1 UNto the soundless vaults of hell below I 'll with my greifes remediless amaine Whilst frighted Ghosts as pitiful shall show And flinty rocks remorse take of my paine Yea death it self my bitter paines shall know To witness that my life in hell hath lame For Lovers true can never dye indeed Whose loyal hearts a heavenly fire doth feed 2 My body laid along within my grave Shall show its tears its torment and its love And for my mind did never change nor wave Far brighter then the sun the same shall prove By me my Ladies picture I will have Which though being dead afresh will make me love Like to the fire in ashes covered Which though it show no flame yet is not dead 3 Love is not tam'd by death but still doth live Although that life doth flit and pass away Then Lady think not though by death thou grieve My body that thou love canst make decay As long as fancy doth by beauty drive Into my soul no this will ' bide for aye Within my heart the beauty printed is Love in my Tombe to harbour will not miss 4 Thinkst thou I 'll leave to love thee being dead When thy faire portraicture revives my sight Voices from Tombs they say have some men lead Restoring them unto their senses right Then how much more ought love be honoured Whom then the greatest Gods is more of might Then think not when my corps bury'd you see That from thy love as thou wouldst I am free 5 List to my monument and thou shalt hear How I will sigh for without soul thy fire Shall hold me up whilst living I appear Being dead as 'fore my death I did desire Nor deadly pangs thereof will I once fear Nor part from thee as thou wouldst fain require For in thy life so cruel th' hast not been But in my death as loyal I 'll be seen 6 Yet is my fortune better far then thine For without breach of saith as thou hast done I shall have leave to plaine those Ills of mine Thou thinkst in killing me a martyrdome More tedious then before me to assigne But th' art deceiv'd a wrong race hast thou run For whilst I liv'd thy rigour was my bane But being dead I am freed from my pain The despairing Lover ELsewhere declare Thy wosul care And leave the skies Thy wosul plaints Thy heart that taints They do despise See they look red With rage o'respread And horror too 'T is they in griefe Without reliefe That us undoo He is a sot That thinketh not That from that place Through destiny Most wretchedly Comes our disgrace Then better 't is For death to wish And end our daies Then still in strife Lead such a life So plagu'd alwaies For death 's our friend When he doth end Our bitter smart And through the same Doth rid our paine With his keen dart A Knell GOme list and hark The bell doth toul For some but new Departing soul And was not that Some ominous fowle The Bat the Night Crow or Skreech-owle To these I hear The wild wolfe howle In this black night That seems to scowle All these my black Book shall inrowle For hark still still The bell doth towl For some but now
and in private place Wherefore he arm'd himself to my disgrace When time a fit occasion did suborn But I despis'd his flames his power did scorn Nor did I any of his hests embrace Who seeing that he built upon the sand Since by a face he could me not devour He shew'd me then a fine and dainty hand Which once beheld it lay not in my power For to remaine unconquer'd no nor would I be deliver'd now although I could Song 12. An invitation to love PLeasures beauty youth attend ye Whiles the spring of nature lafteth Love and melting thoughts befriend ye Use the time ere Winter hasteth Active blood and free delight Place and privacie invite Do do be kind as fair Loose not opportunity for air She is cruel that denies it Bounty best appears in granting Stealth of sport as soon supplies it Whiles the dues of love are wanting Here 's the sweet exchange of bliss When each whisper proves a kiss In the game are felt no paines For in all the loser gaines Sonnet III. THey say love sware he never would be friend If mortal jealousie were not in a place And beauty never be in any face Unless that pride did on her thoughts attend These are two hags which hideous hell doth send Our sweet content to troube and disgrace The one the joy of love to pain doth chase The other pity from the heart defend Beauty and love were both forsworne by me And thee my making my unsure estate In joy and happiness so fortunate Because since first thy figure I did see Being so faire yet prouder wast thou never Nor I in love that could be jealous ever Song 13. LOve if a God thou art Then evermore thou must Be mercifull and just If thou be just O wherefore doth thy dart Wound mine alone and not my Mistress heart If merciful then why Am I to pain reserv'd Who have thee truely serv'd While she that for thy power cares not a flie Laughs thee to scorn and lives in liberty Then if a God thou woulst accounted be Heal me like her or else wound her like me Sonnet IIII. THe Bat that lurketh in a stony wall Flies here and there assured of her sight When that the signes of darksome night she sees Approaching on contented therewithall But when she spies Apollo's beames so bright Her fault she doth acknowledge and recal So now of late it did to me befal And with my wandring mind it well agrees For I did think there was no other light Nor beauty but in her who did invite My senses first to love but to my thrall When I beheld my Mirabel bedight With beauties and such grace angelical Then by and by I knew that heretofore I plainly err'd but never could do more Song 14. ARe women fair yes wond'rous fair to see too Are women sweet yea passing sweet they be too Most fair and sweet to them that inly love them Chaste discreet to all save those that prove them Are women wise not wise but they be witty Are women witty yea the more the pitty They are so witty and in wit so wily That be you ne'er so wise they will beguile ye Are women fools not fools but fondlings many Can women fond be faithful unto any When snow-white Swans do turn to colour sable Then women fond will be both firm and stable Are women Saints no Saints nor yet no Devils Are women good not good but needful evils So Angel-like that Devils I do'n't doubt them So needful Ills that few can live without them Are women proud I passing proud praise them Are women kinde I wond'rous kind please them Or so imperious no man can endure them Or so kind-hearted any may procure them Sonnet V. AS many stars as heav'n containeth strive To frame my harm and luckless hap to show And in the earth no grass nor green doth grow That to my grief the least of comfort gives Love unto fear subjected ever drives A soul to coldest ice O bitter wo That he whom Fortune contradicteth so Continually with Jealousie must live The fault dear Mistress I must lay on thee And all my grief on thee I do complain O cruel soul that pity dost disdain For if thou hadst but taken part with me I would not care though ' gainst me did conspire Heav'n Earth and Love and Fortune in their ire Song 15. All woman are not evil 1. THey meet but with unwholesome Spring And Summers which infectious are They hear but when the Mer-maid sings And onely see the falling star Whoever dare Affirm no woman chaste and fair 2. Go cure your Fevers and you 'll say The Dog-days scorch not all the yeer In Copper-mynes no longer stay But travel to the West and there The right ones see And grant all Gold 's not Alchymie 3. What mad-man canse the glo-worm's flame Is cold swears there 's no warmth in fire ' Cause some make forseit of their name And slave themselves to mans desire Shall the sex free From guilt damn'd to the bondage be Sonnet 6. Written to the Authors first Love IS' t that my pocl-hol'd face doth beauty lack No. Your sweet sex sweet beauty praiseth Ours wit and valour chiefly raiseth Is' t that my muskless cloaths are plain and black No. What wise Ladies love fine noddies With poor-clad mindes and rich-clad bodies Is' t that no costly gifts mine Agents are No. My free heart which I present you Should more then Gold or Peal content you Is' t that my Verses want invention rare No. I was never skilful Poet I truly love and plainly show it Is' t that I vaunt or am effiminate O scornful Vices I abhor you Dwell still in Court the place fit for you Is' t that you fear my love soon turns to hate No. Though disdain'd I can hate never But lov'd where once I love love ever Song 16. A Pastoral Dialogue Penned at the command of my noble freind M. Theodorus Loe Esquire on the attaining his Mistress love MELIBEUS ERGASTUS Mel. SHepherd why dost thou hold thy peace Sing and thy joy to us report Erg. My joy good Shepherd would be less If it were told in any sort Mel. Though such great savours thou dost win Yet deigne thereof to tell some part Erg. The hardest thing is to begin In enter prises of such art Mel. It is not just we should consent That thou should'st not thy joys recite Erg. The soul that felt the punishment Can onely feel this great delight Mel. That joy is small and doth not shine That is not told abroad to many Erg. If it be such a joy as mine It cann't be pensill'd out by any Mel. How can that heart of thine contain A joy that is of so great force Erg. I have it where I did retain My passions of so great remorse Mel. So great and rare a joy as this No man is able to withhold Erg. But that the greatest pleasure is That in low language cann't
old Rodorigo had I a hundred â—earts I should want room to entertain his love â—nd the others hate Eug. I could say as much were 't not sin to slanâ—er the dead Miserable wenches how have we â—ffended our fathers that they should make us the â—rice of their dotage the medicines of their griefs â—hat have more need of Physick our selves I thank â—â—y dead mother that left me a womans will in her â—ast Testament that 's all the weapons we poor Gyrles can use and with that will I fight against â—ather friends and kindred and either injoy Foâ—o â—osco or die in the field in 's quarrel Flav. You are happy that can withstand your â—ortune with so merry a resolution Eug. Why should I twine my armes to cables â—â—t up all night like a watching Candle and distill â—â—y brains through my eye-lids Your brother loves me and I love your brother and where these two consent I would fain see a third could hinder us Fla. Alas our sex is most wretched no sooner born â—ut nurs'd up from our Infancy in continual slaveâ—â—y no sooner able to pray for our selves but they braile and hud us so with sowre awe of parents that we dare not offer to bate our desires and whereas it becomes men to vent their amorous passions at their pleasure we poor souls must rake up our affections in the ashes of a burnt heart not daring to sigh without excuse of the spleen or fit of the mother Eug. I will plainly profess my love 't is honest chaste and staines not modesty Shall I be married by my fathers compulsion to an old mandrake who is able to beget nothing but groanes a hunting-golding a faln pack-horse No no I 'll see him freeze to crystal first In other things good Father I am your most obedient daughter but in this a pure woman And in troth the temper of my blood tells me I was never born to so cold a misfortune my Genius whispers me in the car and sweares We shall injoy our Loves fear it not wench and so farewell good Elavia farewel farewel Fla. Farewel merry-hearted Eugenia Corvino a rustisk clowne complements with Beancha a Kitchin-maid Corv. HE that saies I am not in love he lies de cap a pe for I am Idle choicely neat in my cloathes valiant and exream witty my meditations are loaded with Metaphors Songs and Sonnets flow from me as fluently as Heigh gee not one shakes his tail but I â—igh out a passion thus do I to my mistress but â—las I kiss the dog and she kicks me I never see a wanton Filly but I say There goes Beancha nor a lusty strong Al 's but I remember my self and sit down to consider what a goodly race of Mules would inherit if she were willing onely I want atterance and that 's a main mark of love too Bean. Corvino What price bear Wheat and Saffron that your Band 's so stiff and yellow why Corvino not a word Prethee what business in Town how do all at Totnam Grown mute what do you bring from the Country Corv. There 't is now are my floud-gates drawn and I 'll surround her What have I brought sweet bit of beauty a hundred thousand salutations o' the elder house to your most Illustrious honour and worship Bean. To me these Titles is your basket full of nothing else Corv. Full of the fruits of love most resplendent Lady a present to your worthiness from your worships poor vassal Corvino Bean. My life on 't he scrap'd these Complements from his Cart the last load he carried to the City But what have you read Corvino that makes you grow thus eloquent why you talk nothing but warbling Rhapsodies Corv. Sweet Madam I read nothing but the lines of your Ladiships countenance and desire onely to kiss the skirts of your Garments if you vouchsafe me not the happiness of your white hands Bean. Come give me your basket and take it Cor. O sweet now will I never wash my mouth after nor breath but at my Nostrils lest I lose the taste of her fingers Beancha I must tell you a secret if you 'l make much on 't Bean. As it deserves what is' t Corv. I love you dear morsel of modesty I love and so truly that I 'll make you mistress of my thoughts Lady of my revenues and commit all my moveables into your hands that is I give you an arnest kiss in the high way of Matrimony Bean. This the end of all the business Corv. Is this the end of all this business most beautiful and most worthy to be most beautiful Lady Bean. Hence fool hence farewel Coâ—idon Corv. Why now she knowes my business she put up the fruit in her lap and threw away the basket 't is a plain signe she abhors the words and embraces the meaning O lips no lips but leaves besmear'd with Mildew O dew no dew but drops of Honey-combs 'T is a rare morsel of dripping O how happy shall I be to recreate my chine with her I 'll follow her were I sure to be basted with Salt and Vinegar A Citizens wife in love with a Suburb-Gentleman confers with a Curtizan how to obtain his love and yet not purchase her husbands discontent Their names suppose to be ARMELINA and DECOY Arme. FAin would I meet the Gentleman Dec. Pish Faine would you meet him why do you not take the course Arme. The means is easily resolv'd what thinkst thou Dec. Thus meet him at Mr. Strouds house the Phenix there 's a Gossips feast to morrow-night Arme. O but my husbands Jealous Eyes Dec. When husbands in their rank'st suspitions dwell Then 't is our best art to dissemble Well Put but these notes in use that I 'll direct you He 'll curse himself that ere he did suspect you Perhaps he will sollicite you as in tryal To visite such and such still give denial Let no Perswasions sway you they are but fetches Set to betray you Jealousies slignts and reaches Seem in his sight to endure the sight of no man Put by all kisses till you kiss in common Neglect all entertainment if he bring in Strangers keep you your Chamber be not seen If he chance steal upon you let him find Some book lie open ' gainst an unchast mind Manage these principles but with art and life Welcome all Nations thou' rt an honest wife Arme. Here Lady convey my heart unto him in this Jewel against you see me next you shall perceive I have profited in the mean season tell him I am a Prisoner yet on the Masters side my husbands Jealousie that masters him as he doth master me and as a Keeper that locks Prisoners up is himself prison'd under in his owne key Even so my husband in restraining me With the same ward bais his own liberty Dec. I 'll tell him how you wisht it and I 'll weare My wits to nothing but these clouds shall cleare A young Citizen Courting his Neighbours daughter Their
sawciness I must tell you Sir that you have proclaimed your owne unworthiness with your owne tongue by this wayward way of wooing Do you think Sir to ingratiate your self into my favour by your daring Impudence He that prescribes himself the way to gain a good opinion from me must win it by his obsequious care not by his abrupt arrogancie Man Fair Widow let me implore remission for this first fault my future carriage towards you shall be but one contiuned series commixt of love and service When I first hearkned to the breath of Fame too thrifty in divulging your rare feature I felt the flames of true affection hovering about my heart but this inch of time that my eyes have been so blest to gaze on your bright beauty Cupid hath cast all Aeina in my bosome and without you be pleas'd to afford me love I shall expire in flames and be converted to an heap of Cinders Wid. You have the art for to paint out a passion but were it granted Cupid thus hath caught you count you me Sir so levious as to returne a grant of what perhaps is not in me to give unto a man meerly a stranger unto me before this interview an acquaintance of half an hours growth Sir I must know your breeding and your worth your substance and the temper of your mind ere I assent unto a second marriage but if heaven keep me sixt to my resolves were there no better feeders of Pedigrees then I am like to prove Nature will have no cause for to complain of her too numerous breed Man Dear Widow you shall have a full testimony of me my birth 's not mean my education hath been vertuous nor is my estate yet sunk beneath the degree of fear But do not say nor for both the Indies think you 'l end your daies in solitude and like the melancholy Phenix ingender with your self twill-give the babling vulgar cause to think that your dead husband was no compleat man or that your self by some default in nature takes no felicity in amorous acts O slie this single life Venus hath two Doves to draw her Chariot Daphne was metamorphos'd to a tree curel Anaxeret to a marble statue but flexible Ariadne converted to a glorious Star her browes ingirt with a bright wreathe of Saphires Nor was there any kind and gentle semale propitious to her lover or her wedded mate but the all-powerful Ports have divulg'd them for eminent constellations pleasant flowers and mates for Goddesses Wid. This is vain Poetry But Sir because I will not seem too rigid or christen my self cruel hereafter when I know you better have learnt what you have been and what you are you may expect as much as may be thought from her who hugs her not proudly obstinate must think him truly man whom she can honour hates not the poor yet loves not beggery and would in all things be a compleat woman Man May I then have the promise of such happiness as in the mean time til your doubts are solv'd to have access unto you By all things vertuous no unbeseeming errand unbecoming gesture or distasteful act shall give you cause to hate or me to fear onely debar me not sometimes to see you Wid. You have your wish Sir as you are a Gentleman I dare not to deny you such a favour yet let not your visits be too frequent too early in the morning or too late at night Sir this large dispensation had not been were I not confident of your noble thoughts and what you seemingly sincerely promise Man You bless me above measure A friend meeting an acquaintance of his accidentally at the Tavern The fir MR. E.D. Bacchus hath much befriended me to guide my feet to such an happiness as to imbrace you here whose company I have ever called my chiefe solace The sec Sir you are pleased to take notice of him who is altogether unworthy your acquaintance and whose utmost ambition is to be listed amongst the number of your humblest servants The first O friend you strive to be acute in your responsions and would fain oblige me your creature by your voluntary submissiveness With leave of your self and this your worthy friend let this room hold all three But why dear friend have you so long absented your self from my dwelling The sec Sir I hope you have not been in prison or have commenc'd a suit in Law or been visited with sickness that swist time in your opinion seems to flag his wings or to have sprain'd his feet It is but six daies since accompani'd with our loving mate Mr. I.R. I supt with you and your fair wife at your own mansion The first You have resolv'd my querie Six daies said you why to me who love you by computation it appeares six months Pilades and Orestes slept beneath one roof Damon and Pithius never took two waies our friendship hath been long let it be lasting Do you not know my self all my Demesticks whatever I call mine my wife excepted are at your command The se Sir I have ever been beholding to you and do confess your many bountious favours are far beyond the hope of my requital I love not Sir to heap upon the tally The first Now you wrong your judgement and desert your first faire principles this language doth imply you dare not trust my goodness this dear friend deserves severe amercement I will prescribe your penance you shall for one whole fortnight rest beneath my roof nor eat nor drink but in my company this to begin from the first minute that we leave this place and as a tye unto this stipulation pledge me this bowl of sack The second You may command your creature I 'll pledge you with a hearty zeal although I fear you by this solemn contract have but found out a way to charge your self The first No more of that dear friend A young man who hath formerly sollicited and received a repulse thus renews the onset and prevailes Young man SWeetest I hope your late refusal of my love is alter'd now by your more gentle pity My constancy carries more strength about it then to be blasted with your first repulse Forc'd forward by the cause of my affection I must again be advocate and hope my suit will be effected Maid Sir I beseech you make me not thus the subject of your mirth or complement your soul is too secure however you are pleas'd to talk in its owne manly vertues from surprize of weak affection Young man Your bright eyes like heavens blest light when from a mist of clouds he peeps and gilds the earth with brightness can quicken and fire even marble hearts with love thaw souls of Ice A malefactor's fears are more upon him ere he do come to his tryal then when he hears the Judge pronounce the sentence of his death 't is so with me and I should be more blest to hear that voice of yours with a severe refusal strike
do testifie the least unto me and that by reason of my affection but I chuse rather to be little obedient to them to be the more faithful to you Live you then in this assurance if you will not that I die and become assured likewise that my life shall sooner be extinct then that fair flame that dayly does consume it Divine Mistress your humble creature happy to serve you A. S. A Maid or Widow having afforded her Suiter a final answer perhaps contemned and affronted him may upon change of thoughts seek toregain his love thus Worthy Sir IF there be no greater Cor'sive unto the mind of one then that which forceth us despight of our selves to seek to those whom we have before and that without just cause notoriously offended then certainly am I the most wretched creature living for as now there is no means left for me to escape from ruine but onely by thy help sweet friend alone who hast more reason to wish my overthrow then my good fortune or health any way at all in that thou hast found such extream and barbarous discourtefie in me Nevertheless if thygenerous and gentle mind cannot feel this injury done unto thee by a silly Maid then I beseech thee think no more upon my offence but burying it deep under thy feet do that for my sake which the bearer hereof shall make thee privy to and then shalt thou quickly perceive what great satisfaction I will make thee for my fault committed granting unto thee that which thou shalt most desire Give credit unto this Messenger assuring thy self that I am Thine most obliged M. L. A Captain Colonel or common Souldier falling in love with some gentlewoman thus manifests his passions Fair gentlewoman IF it be an irrevocable doom that men be they never so valiant or couragious shall be subject unto a braver and more livelier force then their owne I hope you will not marvel overmuch that I humbly yeild to your divine graces and as a captive your to beauty prostrate my self a prisoner at your feet But as mortal men deserve no countenance from the heavens until they have by many proofs testified their faithful and dutious service towards them so I will not presume to importune you to affect me at all much less to yeild me any guerdon for my paines until that by my dutious service I show my self in some part worthy your gratious smiles Mine onely request to you is that it would please you to have me in your lively remembrance and not to entertaine another as your loyal Servant before you shall have just occasion to discard and give me over for as no doubt it will be little pleasing unto you hereafter to repent you that you have made a worse choice then of my self so it will be far more bitter unto me then a most desperate death to be discharged from serving her whom I love more then my owne heart and cherish more then my owne life yea then my owne soul which is now wholly yours seeing that he that is the owner of the same is the inviolable slave to your incomparable self A. R. LETTERS in Verse With other curious Conceits and fine Fancies To the Reader Behold Apollo doth invite thee Yet a third time to delight thee A pleasant Tempe planted well With Flowers of odoriferous smell In the midst whereof do chill Aganippe waters drill The Muses whose sweet melody Drawes Jove down from the arched Sky Charm Pluto's self and all the Fiends To heaven climbes to hell descends Hand in hand now in a Ring Invite thee for to hear them sing Enter and take thy free delight And ' cause perhaps thy Appetite Cannot with one dish sated be I give thee here Varietie The Lover being forced from his Mistress presence Mistress BAnisht from you I charg'd the nimble wind My unseen messenger to speak my mind In am'rous whispers to you but my Muse Lest the unruly spirit should abuse The trust repos'd in him said it was due To her alone to sing my love to you Hear her then speak bright Lady from whose eye Shot lightning to his heart who joys to dye A Martyr in your flames O let your love Be great and firm as his then nought shall move Your setled faiths that both may grow together Or if by Fate divided both may wither Be constant as y' are faire for I foresee A glorious Triumph waits o' th' victorie Your love will purchase shewing us to prize A true content there onely love hath eyes Divine Lady yours more then his owne c. The Lover being anxious of his Mistress constancy Faire SWeet if you like and love me still And yeild me love for my good will And do not from your promise start When your fair hand gave me your heart If dear to you I be As you are dear to me Then your I am and will be ever Nor time nor place my love shall sever But faithful still I will persever Like the constant marble-stone Loving but you alone But if you favour more then me Who loves thee still and none but thee If others do the harvest gaine That 's due to me for all my paine If that you love to range And often for to change Then get you some new-fangled mate My doating love shall turne to hate Esteeming you though too too late Not worth a pebble-stone Loving not me alone The Lover being transported in his fancy complements in an high stile with his Mistress FOrsake with me the earth my fair And travel nimbly through the aire Till we have reacht th' admiring skies Then lend sight to those heav'nly eyes Which blind themselves make creatures see And taking view of all When we Shall find a pure and glorious sphere We 'll fix like stars for ever there Nor will we still each other view We 'll gaze on lesser stars then you See how by their weak influence they The strongest of mens actions sway In an inferiour orbe below We 'll see Calipso loosely throw Her hair abroad as she did weare The self-same beauty in a Beare As when she a cold Virgin stood And yet inflam'd Joves lustful blood Then look on Leda whose faire beams By their reflection gild those streams Where first unhappy she began To play the wanton with a Swan If each of these loose beauties are Transform'd to a more beautious star By the adulterous lust of Jove Why should not we by purer love Life of my life a devoted servant to your excellent perfections c. Dearest Let one griefe harme us Let one joy fill us Let one love warme us Let one death kill us A Maid or widow returnes this merry answer to her hot Lover whom she affect not I See thee gentle Franke most merry Though firm thy faith and sound as berry Love gave me joy and fortune gave it As my desire could wish to have it What didst thou wish tell me sweet lover Whereby thou mightst such joy recover
till your heart seem'd estranged Alas how soon my day to night was changed You did vouchsafe my poor eyes so to grace Freely to view the riches of your face And which was greatest bliss did not dildaine For boundless love to yeild some love again Despair it self cannot make me despaire But that you 'll prove as kind as you are faire And now at length in lien of passed wo Will pity grace and love and favour show O spare O spare my yeilding heart and save Him whose chiefe glory is to be your slave Make me the object of your clemency And not the subject of your tyranny So shall you restore a dying Lover to perfect health fulfil the Decree of the Gods and make him transcendently happy who at present languisheth in a dying despaire ready to bee offered up on the altar of your beauty R. H. The Lover assuring his Mistress that her doubts are vain and he is unmoveably constant WHy dost thou my dear mistress doubt my love Which beauty bred and vertue still doth nourish That any other object can remove Or faint with time but still more freshly flourish No know thy beauty is of such a force The fancy cannot flit that 's with it taken Thy vertue such my heart doth hate divorce From thy sweet love which ne'er shall be forsaken So setled is my soul in this resolve That first the radiant stars from heaven shall fall The heavens shall lose their influence and dissolve To the first Chaos shall be turn'd this all Ere I from thee dear mistress do remove My true my constant and my sincere love Thine while his owne A D. The Lover hearing of his Mistress departure bewailes thus Dear heart WHat 's death more then departure the dead go Like travelling exiles are compell'd to know Those regions they heard mention'd oft 't is th' art Of sorrow to say who dies doth depart Then weep thy funeral-tears which heaven t' adorn The beauteous tresses of the weeping morn Will rob me of and thus my Tombe shall be As naked as it had no obsequie Know in these lines sad musick to thy ear My sad dear Mistress you the sermon hear Which I preach ore my herse and death I tell My owne live's story ring but my owne knell But when I shall return know 't is thy breath In sighs divided rescues me from death Thy lamenting faithful Servant E. D. Five Lyrick Pieces To my noble friend Mr. Theodor Loe. GO pale-fac'd paper to my dear And whisper this into her ear Though I absent am yet she Keeping thee embraces me Let no rude hand dare to touch thee Care not though a thousand grutch thee Of that bliss which in her hive Thou enjoyst till I arrive And be sure thou dost not flie From the glances of her eye Where she goes be thou about her Gad not thou abroad without her Let not any dare to see What 's between my love and thee Nay and when she haps to sleep Gently to her bosome creep Where I charge thee rest till shee With her kisses waken thee Go and prosper for a space Till I rob thee of thy place The resolute Lover WHat care I though she be faire Hair snow-like hand or sun-like eye If in that beauty I not share Were shee deformed what care I What care I though she be foul Haire swarthy-hand or sun-burnt eye So long as I enjoy her soul Let her be so what care I Dim sight is coz'ned with a gloss Of gawdy gown or hum'rous haire Such gold in melting leaves more dross Then some unpolisht prices share Be she faire or foul or either Or made up of both together Be her heart mine haire hand or eye Be what it will why what care I The Lovers protestation PRetty wanton prethee say Did you see my heart to day Marks to know it you shall finde Alwaies constant true and kinde Wounds about it it doth bear Drops are tricklig here and there In which wounds you 'll find a dart Shot by you into my heart If you saw it do not blush The wounds are fresh and bloud will gush Into your face and you be known To cover more then is your own Send it back but let it be Sound as when it came to thee Do not think for to deny it These are tokens will descry it How can I subsist and live When my owne you will not give Yet if you will send to me Yours in faire exchange I 'll be Mute and not report that I Suffer by your cruelty Then I prethee let me know If you will exchange or no. Question WHat is that freedome which men call A blessedness to sport withall Or what those joys which Lovers deem To equalize their best esteem I long to know that I may see The difference 'twixt those joyes and me Answer Then know loves joies are such as still Are subject to Fates supream will And every hour the Lover finds Cross friends cross stars and stormy winds Till Seas grow calm and we arrive At loves eternal peaceful hive If patience then may bring me ease Swell big a while you boyst'rous seas Cupid to an inexorable young man disdaining his Deity YOu faire mortal think not I Priviledge a star-like eye Or the choicest faire on earth I can blast them in their birth Yet that you might feel desires Quenching loves Idalian fires ' Mongst a many young men more I preserv'd thee to adore My deity but now I see Thou disdain'st my pow'r and me Therefore by my Paphian bow My complaints must let you know That a strange complaint of late Beat a parly at my gate And so ent'red that the gods With that uproare grew at ods Insomuch that they me sent Messenger of punishment In my mothers sacred name You a Traytor to proclaime ' Gainst the Laws of love and beauty And to what you owe by duty To the Aethereal powers and me Cancel'd by ubiquity By my bow and slaming dart By the Lovers bleeding heart By the hand and by the glove By the eye that captiv'd Jove I command and summon thee At loves Bar to answer mee To what we shall there object ' Gainst thy scorne and base neglect Fail not mortal as you will Answer your ensuing ill Ad eundem PAle-cheek'd mortal now your eyes Return their lustre to the skies No hue rosy-red doth guide The welcome Lilies as a bride Nor are the Lilies fresh and gay As they were the other day The present guilt doth make it known Vigour lent is not your own Venus now the Queen of Love Is in presence and must prove You a disobedient heire To her glorious hemisphere Paphos Archer hates to owne You a brother to his throne And must here a witness be To your inconstant constancy Therefore on this gold-leav'd book In which Lovers oft do look Lay your hand if you be free Swear and damned ever be See he 's guilty take him hence To a scorching residence Hence to trial Themis
Departing soul A warning to the Grave HArk now every think is still The Skreech-owle and the whistler shrill Call upon our Dame aloud And bid her quickly d'on her shrowd Much you had of Land and Rent Your length in clay 's now competent A long war disturb'd your mind Here your perfect peace is sign'd Of what is' t Fooles make such vain keeping Sin their conception their birth weeping Their life a general mist of error Their death a hideous storm of terror Strew your haire with powder sweet D'on clean linen bathe your feet 'T is now full tide tween night and day End your groan and come away A mournful Ditty on the death of a drowned friend FLow streams of Equid salt from my sad eyes To celebrate his mournful obsequies R. S. is dead he 's dead and I remain To draw my poor life in continual pain Till it hath paid to his sad memory Duty of love O then most willingly Drown'd with my teares as he with waves I dye Of women in general THere are some holy but some apt to sin Some tractable but some that none can win Such as are vertuous gold nor wealth can move Some vicious of themselves are prone to love Some grapes are sweet and in the garden grow Others unprun'd turn wild neglected so The purest oare containes both gold and dross The one all gain the other nought but loss The one disgrace reproach and scandal taints The other Angels and sweet featur'd Saints DUst is lighter then a feather And the wind more light then either But a womans fickle mind More light then feater dust or wind A Dialogue between ENDYMION EXPENDITION Ex. WHat ho Endymion how the Dormouse sleeps A wake for shame open thy wink a peeps End What stir you make I come with speed I can And too much speed for I have tyr'd my man Expe. Who Dulman End Yes I thought the Knave would shame us And play us one horse trick for Ignoramus Anagrams A good Patron 's Anagram is PATREN Anag PARENT An evil ones PATRONE Anag ROPEAN'T CHEATER Anag TEACHER Teacher you are for you have taught me more Then I was taught in all my life before Bliss or Bale No medium in love IF you reward my love with love again My bliss my life my heaven I will deem you But if for love you render me disdain My bale my death my hell I must esteem you A Madrigal WHosoever longs to try Both love and Jealousie My fair unconstant Lady let him see And he will soon a jealous lover bee The Lovers Letany FRom a fair face and a false heart From the force of Cupids forked dart From a wagtail'd wench with an wart Libera me From an oiled skin and a false hair From towsed fullied and o'er-jaded ware From a painted Fro of St. James his faire Libera me From a wanton hag and a noseless Jone From ent'ring the pass a Frenchman has gon From her that will for a shilling be won Libera me From a City-decoy and a suburb-Bawd From a Panders gripe and a courtesans fraud From a parcht Parachito whose face is flau'd Libera me From a drunken female who spreads her thies From an old woman that hath lust in her eyes From a common strumpet who seems to be nice Libera me The Bride-maids Song FRom the Temple to the Boord From the Boord unto the Bed We conduct your maidenhead Wishing Hymen to afford All the pleasures that he can 'Twixt a woman and a man A Song to be sung the marriage-night by two in parts The first THine O Hymen thine O shee Whose beauties verse Caliope Sing to marriage-rites an Io. Io to Hymen The second To thee Apollo is my sute Lend me a while thy silver Lute O what a wo it is to bring A Bride to bed and never sing Io to Hymen Ambo When she 's old still seem she young When she 's weak to her be strong Be Cyprus both and Paplos here Love sing with merry cheere Io to Hymen Ad eundem the bridegroom being wanting at bed-time DRop golden showers gentle sleep And all the Angels of the night Which do us in protection keep Make the Bride dream of delight Morpheus be kind a little and be Deaths true Image for 't will prove To this poor bride that then th art he Her lord is absent from her love Thus with sweet sweets can heaven mix gall Come quickly Bridegroom or not at all Song SIng sweetly that our notes may cause The heav'nly orbes themselves to pause And at our musick stand as still As at Joves amorous will So now release them as before Th 'ave waited long enough no more The description of a matchless beauty written at the request of the most brave and gallant Lady the Lady L. S. during my residence at Winchester 1648. HEr haire like hemlocks careless fall To deck her amorous eyes withall As fiery as the evening where We read the next day will be fair Her curious forehead well doth show Where Carbuncles in number grow But the beauty of her nose Would fright a man out of his clothes To dance a naked round-delay When on the tobacco-pipe you play And the pale brightness of her lips Doth force the Sun to an eclipse Her cheeks of fat and soggy stuff Like the running dropsey swell and puff But oh the apples on them grow I think were rotten long ago Her precious neck and brests display Her skins antiquity for they Like a dri'd dunghil chop and break Until her snout begins to leak Her parched fists defie the Sun For all the malice he hath don Can't change her hide nor any stain Corrupt it for it 's dy'd in grain Her spacious belly and her waste Have grease sufficiently to baste A herd of swine they have such store A Shambles cannot purchase more Her thighes like two Colossus seem Proportion'd with her bodies teem And those which bear her pond'rous betch Are mighty columns full of itch But some that have her hoofes espi'd With fear the fooles fell down and di'd Yet all this while I have forgot Her tongue as still as Cannon-shot All parts of her I can't display The rest unseen the Devil may She is the wonder of our age Nor lacks she ought but a large cage Englands Elyzium An Heroick Poem intended THou fertil Island seated in the sea Whose waves do dance by musick of the Moon That on thy banks pretty Lavolta's play As if they would intreat thee take a boon Receive all fish that 's food and bless the store For never monster shall come neer thy shore Thou little world yet all without the world Thou second Eden seated in the west From thee thy fountains in seven mouths are hurl'd Such as from Nile the garden door so blest Humber ware Tine Dee four so have their names Severn and Owze the last and richest Thames No beasts of danger live upon thy earth No Panther Tyger ought procuring harms To Lyons Dragons thou
dost give no birth Yet with them both thou dost support thine arms Lyons we have not as in other parts But we have men with Beares and Lyons hearts A Song FOolish I why should I grieve To sustaine what others feel What suppose frail women leave Those they lov'd should I conceal Comforts rest From my brest For a fickle brittle woman No no no Let her go Such as these be true to no man 2. Long retired hast thou been Sighing to the barren Rocks Nor by sheep nor Shepherd seen Now returne unto thy flocks For shame away Do not stay With these moving loving women They remove From their love Such as these do oft undo men ODES ODE I. A Dialogue between a Lover and his Mistress Lov. HEnce loose alluring looks no more of love No more thy seeming vertues shall deceive Mis I know my dearest speaks but this to prove me How well I love thou thinkst it doth not grieve me Lov. Thy beauty was a bait to draw mine eye Mis And with thy look my heart was set on fire Lov. I thought to find a suiting soul in thee Mis Thy love 's the I mit that bounds my desire Lo. Thy loosness makes my love's date now expire Mis Where then thy vowes Lov. Gone with thy seeming worth Mis And made to me Lov. no vertue brought them forth Which failing now no fewel feeds my fire Mis My heart 's the harbour where thy hopes must stay Lov. The ground not good the Anchor draws away ODE 2. Adrastus Clariana Adrastus Dost not thou Clariana read Am'rous volumes in my eyes Doth not every motion plead What I 'd show and yet disguise Senses act each others part Eyes as tongues reveal the heart Clariana I saw love as lightning break From thy eyes and was content Oft to hear thy silence speak Silent love is eloquent So the sense of learning hears The dumb musick of the sphears Adrastus Then there 's mercy in your kind Listning to an unfeign'd love Or strives he to tame the wind Who would your compassion move No y' are pitious as y' are fair Heaven relents o'recome by pray'r Clariana But loose man's too prodigal In the expence of vowes And thinks to him kingdoms fall When the heart of women bowes Frailty to your armes may yeild Who resists you win the field Adrastus Triumph not to see me bleed Let the Bore chas'd from his den On the wounds of mankind feed Your soft Sex should pity men Malice well may practise art Love hath a transparent heart Clariana Yet is love all one deceit A warm frost a frozen fire She within her selfis great Who is slave to no desire Let youth act and age advise And then love may find his eyes Adrastus Hymen's Torch yeilds a dim light When ambition joynes our hands A proud day but mournful night She sustaines who marries lands Wealth slaves man but for their ore The Indians had been free though poor Clariana And yet wealth the fuel is Which maintaines the Nuptial fire And in honour there is bliss They are immortal who aspire But Truth saies No joyes are sweet But where united hearts do meet Adrastus Roses breath not such a sent To persume the neighb'ring groves As when you affirm content In no spheare of glory moves Glory narrow souls combines Noble hearts love onely joynes ODE 3. A Lover expecting his Mistress presence BRight dew which dost the field adorn As the earth to welcome in the morn Would hang a jewel on each corn Did not the pitious night whose eares Have oft been conscious of my feares Distil you from her eyes as teares Or that my Mistress for your zeal When she her beauties shall reveal Might you to Diamonds congeal If not your pity yet howere Your care I praise ' gainst she appear To make the wealthy Indies here But see shee comes bright lamp o' th' skie Put out thy light the world shall spie A fairer Sun in either eye And liquid pearl hang heavy now On every grass that it may bow In veneration of her brow Yet if the wind should curious be And were I here should question thee He 's full of whispers speak not me But if the busie teltale day Our happy enterview betray Lest thou confess too melt away ODE 4. 1. I Can love and love entirely And can prove a constant friend But I must be lov'd as dearly And as truly to the end For her love no sooner slaketh But my fancy farewell taketh 2. I cannot indure delaying I must have her quickly won Be she nice though not denaying By her leave I then have don For I am not yet at leasure To wait for a doubtful pleasure 3 With beauty I will not be blinded Yet I will none foul affect With wealth I will not be winded If in behaviour be defect Beauty stamed such love dieth Wealth decayed such love flieth 4 Gifts do good yet he is silly That therein expendeth store If he win not tell me will he Not be meerly mockt therefore It is better to be keeping Then to sow not sure of reaping 5 Be she rich and fair and gained If I sickleness do find My desires are quickly wained I can steer with other wind For vertue I have vow'd to chuse her When that failes I will refuse her A Riddle WHat * Bythebird ones thought is understood which flies with such swiftness that it is not seen of any but conjectured known by the outward signes and gestures of body Bird is that so light Her place that never changeth She flies by day and night In all the world she rangeth Over the Sea at once she flies Mounting above the lofty skies She 's never seen by eyes And who doth seek to show her Hath been accounted wise Yet sometimes we do know her Onely the walls by viewing well Of her close house where she doth dwel Another NOr life nor vertue have * The corne which being sown in the earth and seeming dead casteth forth a green blade and in time groweth to be ripe in despight of all stormes and foul weather It nourishetch mankind and therefore is honoured by them as a father I lest I dye I borrow of my buried Trunk chiefe strength Though I am dead ore time yet triumph I Ore time that every thing consumes at length What 's dead disdained is yet all afford Me honour and their chiefe preserver name All men may rightly call me their best Lord Since without me the world they can't maintain Yet though so much good doth from me proceed Yet thankless worldlings do not stick at all To cut me off in summer with great speed And beat me into little powder small Yet had I rather cruelly thus perish Then fail with my best strength mortals to cherish Poesies for Rings THou art my star Be not irregular Without thy love I backward move Thine eyes so bright Are my chiefe light This intimates True Lovers states My life is done When thou
art gone A double Poesie This hath no end My sweetest friend Our loves be so No ending know Poesies upon Bracelets AS love gives life to every part So this gives life unto my heart This chastly lies and lives with me Oh that I might do so with thee Another How might I triumph in my bliss If love were where my Bracelet is For then should love do no such harm To wring my heart but wreath my arm A wish Eies hide my love and do not show To any but to her my notes Who onely doth that cypher know Wherewith we pass our secret thoughts Belye your looks in others sight And wrong your selves to do her right Songs and Sonnets Song 1. TAke O take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworth And those eyes like break of day Lights that do mislead the morn But my kisses bring again Seals of love though seal'd in vain 2. Hide O hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen blossoms beares On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April weares But first set my poor heart free bound in those joy-chaines by thee Song 2. O for a Bow I of rich Canary Fat Aristippus sparkling Sherry Some Nectar else from June's dairy O these draughts would make us merry O for a wench I deal in faces And in other daintier things Tickled am I with her imbraces Fine dancing in such fairy rings O for a plump fat leg of Mutton Veal Lamb Capon Pig and Coney None is happy but a Glutton None an Ass but who wants money Wines indeed and Girles are good But brave victuals seast the blood For wenches wine and lusty cheere Jove would come down to surfeit here Song 3. Tell me Jove should she disdain Whether it were greater pain Silent in thy flames to dye Or say I love and she deny Flames supprest do higher grow Should she scorn when she does know Thy affection thou shalt prove A glorious martyrdom for love Better to loves mercy bow She may burn as well as thou Oh then tim'rous heart proceed For wounds are death that inward bleed Song 4. Charm O charm thou God of sleep Her fair eyes that waking mourn Frightful visions from her keep Such as are by sorrowes born But let all the sweets that may Wait on rest her thoughts obey Fly O fly thou God of love To that brest thy dart did wound Draw thy shaft the smart remove Let her wonted joyes be found Raise up pleasure to a flood Never ebbing new joyes bud Song 5. When that I poor soul was borne I was born unfortunate Presently the Fates had sworne To foretel my hapless state Titan his fair beams did hide Phaebe clipt her Silver light In my birth my mother dide Young and fair in heavy plight And the nurse that gave me suck Hapless was in all her life And I never had good luck Being maid or married wife I lov'd well and was belov'd And forgetting was forgot This a hapless marriage mov'd Greiving that it kills me not With the earth would I were wed Then in such a grave of woes Daily to be buried Which no end nor number knows Song 6. The Fisher-mans Ditty THough the weather jangles With our hooks and angles Our nets be shaken and no fish taken Though fresh Cod and Whiting Are not this day biting Gurnet nor Cunger to satisfie hunger Yet look to our draught Hale the main bowling The Seas have left their rowling The waves their huffing the winds their puffing Up to the top-mast Boy And bring us news of joy Here 's no demurring no fishes stirring Yet something we have caught Song 7. What motions times and changes What waies what uncouth ranges What slights what delusions What gladness in conclusions Have risen of such sorrows One faith yet all these borrowes And one good love assureth And all misfortune cureth And since from griefe they vary Good Fortune come and tarry Song 8. My heart in flames do fry Of thy beauty While I Dye Fie And why Shoulst thou deny Me thy sweet company My braines to teares do flow While all below Doth glow Foe If so How canst thou go About to say me no Song 9. 1. THis Lady ripe and calm and fresh As Eastern Summers are Must now forsake both time and flesh T' add light to some small star 2. Whil'st that alive each star decay'd She may relieve with light But death sends beauty to a shade More cold more dark then night 3. The sawcy faith of man doth blind His pride till it conduce To destine all his abject-kind For some eternall use 4. But ask not bodies doom'd to die To what abode they go Since knowledge is but sorrows Spy It is not safe to know Song 10. The constant Lover TImes change and shall as we do see And life shall have an end But yet my faith shall ever be Whereon mine eyes depend The days and moments and their scope The hours with their changes wrought Are cruel enemies to hope And friends unto a loving thought Thoughts still remain as we do see And hope shall have an end But yet my Faith sha'n't wanting be My hope for to defend Sonnet I. Cupids craft I Play'd with Love Love play'd with me again I mock'd at him but he mock'd me indeed He would not let my heart his art exceed For though a boy yet mocks he doth disdain A friend he is to those that do not fain My jests it seems do true affection breed And now if Love is not reveng'd with speed My heart can witness it with earnest pain That one may love and jest it out again Song II. Being a Pastoral Ditty 1. IN this green mead Mine eyes what do you see The Bagpipe of my Nymph so passing fair Unless my senses dream so should it be For sure this is the Oak where with despair She lean'd unto and here the grass yet lies And field which she did water with her eyes 2. Jove I thee pray if this I do but fear And if my dream do fall out sure or no By all the love to Nympths that thou didst bear Open mine eyes the truth that I may know Help me to pray him green and flow'ry Mead Help me to pray him Oak with branched head 3. This Bagpipe of my Nymph I will devise To hang it here fair Oak to honour thee A worthy Trophee though before mine eyes Lying disgrac'd For tears they cannot see If it be sure or if I dream in vain Spoil'd in this mead with parching sun and rain 4. That gracious Nymph who gave my heart the stroak In this green Mead I saw a heav'nly Prize And if I dream not leaning to that Oak Nay sure I did behold her with mine eyes O that she had but seen me then again Or that I had but seen and dream'd in vain Sonnet II. CVpid was angry with my merry face Because I ever laughed him to scorn And all his followers hapless and forlorn I mockt in publike
great content as in the fulfilling your commands which are so repleat with vertue that I cannot but admire nay adore the person in whom so much good resides What then are all my services even not worthy to be taken notice of by so great vertuous deserts Should I not adore should I not serve should I not with a most constant affection love your dear self I might well be branded with the base stain of stupidity I protest were the place of my being a Paradise and were my company all Saints yet without you should I receive little pleasure in the one and less comfort in the society of the other You are always present in my heart and thoughts and as I walk alone in the fields heaven can bear me witness how often it has heard me record your name and with what joy I was wrapt when the solitary woods with a pleasing eccho reiterated the same c. A Letter suing for Love Dear Madam I Cannot but in all humble reverence by these as much as they can manifest that affection which my stammering tongue knows not how to express nor my unable pen to delineate Oh that my heart were transparent there would you see a Seat ordained for your vertuous and sweetest self a Palace of Love where affection daily waits to do you service a Castle altogether impregnable till 't was over-pow'red by darts of love shot from your eyes by the string of vertue How then to express a gratitude sufficient to answer your goodness is a thing altogether impossible your vertue being as unlimitable as my affection but such as I can I willingly offer my self my love yea my whole fortunes I humbly present you withal You have taken me out of my self and my thoughts are not so often in mine own brest as where you are You are the Loadstar of my thoughts and the life of my desires with whom alone I desire to pass my life No marvel if all love if all desire if all affect you for worth and desert cannot lie unregarded I resigne my self as your prisoner and as a Trophee of your victories to remain Yours in life and even in death A Letter of complement from one friend to another Sir I Doubt not nay I am confident that you will wonder that after the ungrate silence of so many by-past yeers I should now begin to make an apologie but I hope my negligence acknowledged will obtain a parden Desiring therefore that you will think of me with favour and impute my fault not to a willing ingratitude but to a too great distance But why speak I of distance it was not that could make me hold back my due respects but an incertainty nay I may truely say an impossibility to send was my chief nay my onely reason yet I hope a good occasion will now ere long bring us together and afford us that opportunity of renewing friendship which I have long wished and shall in no mean measure rejoyce at last to enjoy then shall be a time of more real and full expressions of my respects towards you then can finde compass within this narrow page then shall be a time when by a return of courtesies for received obliging favours I shall endeavour to repay that friendship which I well understand I owe unto you And till I can be happie in the fruition of this time know that I study gratitude and shall ever seriously endeavour to seem as I am and be as I seem SIR Your most obliged servant A Gentleman thus writes to his dispeased uncle SUch and so great has been my former unhappiness that those which should have been the tenderers of my service and respects could have no intercourse but seeing that it hath pleased God that the mutual love which should before have proceeded from one to another to the comfort of both hath again received a new birth I hope that all injuries and by-past discontents laid aside you will look upon me with a favourable eye You know worthy Sir that I have a long time sayled in a deep Sea of affliction and sorrow which still has increased and flowed in upon me and will continue unless your love and favour extend it self not onely to the pacifying the impetuousness of its waves but also to the bringing it to so lowe an ebbe as I may safely come to the solong-look'd for shore c. To a friend for a received courtesie THere hath no one experiment or occurrence happened in my time which hath more commended and confirmed my judgement and skill of inspection into a man then this performance of yours for I must ingenuously confess at the first acquaintance I had with you I read that same reality and civility in you which now I see lively acted by you so that I know not whether I should applause my judgement more or congratulate my happiness in your acquaintance from whom I have received a courtesie of that nature as cannot be expressed without a due consideration of and reflexion on the high consequence and concernment of it together with a ready thankfulness to you the author thereof of whom I may justly say that it hath not been so truely occasioned by some that Forgetfulness commonly waits upon Absence but that you will have it falsified of your self which not onely augments but heightens the courtesie beyond the attempt of requital And if you have any occasions wherein I may serve you command me freely as Your friend and servant Another I Have hourly before me so many Monitors and Remembrancers of my engagement to you as is sufficient to convert Ingratitude in which respect how am I troubled to discharge this debt which is so great that you must not expect an entire payment but to take it out in several acknowledgements as opportunity shall favour me And since the best way to cross out the score of your merit is to begin early to make payment I cannot omit to give you hearty thanks for your favours which have perpetually engaged Your very friend A Letter of Complement Sir MY unwilling errour of not answering your Letter I am confident your sweet indulgence will readily pardon I could wish you were truely sensible how happie I conceived my self in this fortunate opportunity as literally to present you with these best of wishes I have oft with no small ambition sought personally to neliver That the choicest of all joy and happiness may be showred down upon you And for that I yet remain in your remembrance is my singular happiness and your meer goodness for from my own worthlesness and the strong conceit I had of your change I could not but collect a total eclipse of your favourable aspect And that you will be pleased to bear with this my conceited prolixity is the earnest desire of Sir Your very humble servant A Letter to his Mistress GO happie Paper by command Take liberty to kiss a hand More white then any part of thee Although with
And th'row great hardships makes an easie way Epigram in eundem LOve like a clouded star does shine most bright Where somewhat cover'd by misfortunes night In praise of his Mistress 1. I Have a Mistress for perfections rare In all men's eyes but in my thoughts most fair She is a model of divine perfections Fortunes darling Natures wonder She is the sweetest of all sweet complexions And of future joys the founder In whose sweet looks are blessings three Beauty and Love and Modestie 2. Of all her sex she is the onely splendor And an ornament to Fame For they are few can equal praises render To her more-then-matchless frame Whhm if the Trojan Paris had but seen Beauty had had no other Queen 3. She is the onely Jewel I desire I can but wonder at her beauty She is the noble Lady I admire To whom I owe submissive duty Her modest comely shape it so exceeds That to her sweetest Roses seem but weeds Fair'st to your praise I dare affirm and tell Some may come nigh few match but none excell Epigram in Amorem O Heav'nly Love that canst without controul In such a happie wo involve my soul Who tells me that Love wo no 't is a stem Branching from Heav'ns Imperial Diadem A roll of faults the great * Tevent Comoedian brings And says they are the meanest of Loves stings The * Ovid. alii Jove Poet sings the Deity of Love And its descent brings down from mighty Which shall I credit for they disagree The Poets sung his divine Pedigree Then all confess with me infer hence even All 's throughly good that does come down from heaven Though * Viz. Love thou wert fatal yet I still would cry If Love be death then let me ever die To his Mistress Fidelia SHall I court Beauty of the richest dye In fixing dimness on the clearest eye Making spectators proud if but one glance Or smile from it do on them wondering chance Then blame me not for my Fidelia's fair Her beauty never sully'd by bold air Shall I court riches and account my self Well match'd if wedded but to worldly pelf Cease Envie then and henceforth blame not me For why Fidelia is too rich for me Shall I seek noble birth and think 't a grace To match my self with one of noble race Hoping to be esteem'd ' cause men may see The empty boast of a long Pedigree Then come Fidelia for we will enlarge A Muster-roll more lasting with less charge Shall I court one that 's chaste who is as free From all black deeds as purest Lilies be From spots before that ruder hands do smutch Their unstain'd beauty with a sordid touch Such is Fidelia whom the Tuâ—tle-dove Alone resembles in her chastest love Shall I court Verrue and account her best To be accepted as my constant guest Come then Fidelia thou most blessed soul Who dost all vertues in thy self inroul who 'll blame me now Fidelia's fair chaste good Possest of riches come of noble blood And now Fidelia do'n't you think that I Have said ought here that may be thought too high Nor think I flatter pray for if you be Such to none else by y' are to me A SONG His Mistress sad and grieved 1. CAn any see my Mistress frown And yet not with her be cast down The Sun as mourning light withdrew Day clouds it self in sable hue I in her countenance did see How great a darkness soon would be 2. The grief that did my Love annoy Anticipates our next days joy The heav'ns with her are sad and cloud Their shining beauty in a cloud Distilling down themselves in rain That sorrow should such beauty stain 3. Can I be merry and she grieve Shall I mine eyes from tears reprieve Since melancholy has possest My onely Joy thy lovely brest Oh no! her sadness I can'n't see But with a loving sympathy 4. See how her tears bedew her cheeks Her sighs her inward sadness speaks How can my joys increase or grow Since you my Sun are clouded so Help Heav'ns to chear her or I die Her grief 's my endless misery A Song out of my History of F. and A. A Gentlewoman singing to her Lute sends forth this Ditty 1. IS not sweet Lute my chaste life best No foolish thoughts ever come neer My unpolluted maiden-brest That make me either doubt or fear Come then my Lute and help me with thy play To pass some trifling idle hours away 2. Poor silly souls guided amiss Into belief by Poets tales That such a thing as Cupid is Whose arrow level'd never fails But I my Lute am free help me to play With thy sweet notes some trifling hours away 3. Thus will I keep my Virginity Seeking to get no other mate Whereon my bale or joy shall ly Then thou my Lute who first my state Come then Companion help me with thy play To pass some trifling idle hours away Song 2. ex eadem 1. IN setters bound I freedom finde And though I am with cares opprest Yet have I now content in minde And am from troubles quite releast How can this be In Loves Gyves I am bound Yet joy and freedom in my love have found 2. Since Fortune then has rockt my sense Into a sleep which fancy pleases I will not seek to give offence To her who thus my torment eases But with a quiet silence will submit Enforced by Love's power unto it Song 3. ex eadem COme Philomel thou messenger of Spring Tune thy more pleasing notes and to us sing And of thy fellow-fingers get a Quire To chant such consorts as exceeds desire See! it is done heark how the pretty birds Set out their notes how freely they afford Their harmony which with delight our souls Into a sweet felicity inrouls See how the sportive windes with gentle gales On yond' bough kisses constantly entails And they as 't were with willing bendings meeting His persever'd and constant profer'd greeting Would you know why the birds so pleasant are Why windes and trees such love t' each other bear 'T is this That I should with a loving fear As they me teach know Adrastina's here Certain Complemental Letters and Forms both to begin and end all Epistles A Letter of Love IF I were to wish a titular happiness it should onely be now to know by what name of somewhat more then ordinary neerness I might tender my best respects and affection towards you but such is my unworthiness as hath no such power in any small proportion to be endeared to your goodness though of all other earthly things I most earnestly desire the accomplishment it would make me of now miserable to approach to some possibility of comfort I confess I love you first in your person whose feature merits beyond admiration secondly your vertuous worth and unparallell'd qualities rarely found in these giddy times both suting in a fit way to imparadise the possessor hath forced many to attempt the attaining and
The CARD OF Courtship OR The LANGUAGE OF LOVE Fitted to the Humours of all Degrees Sexes and Conditions Made up of all sorts of Curious and ingenious DIALOGUES Pithy and pleasant DISCOURSES Eloquent and winning LETTERS Delicious SONGS and SONNETS Fine FANCIES Harmonious ODES Sweet RHAPSODIES LONDON Printed by J. C. for Humphrey Moseley and are to be sold at his shop at the signe of the Prince's Arms in S. Paul's Church-yard 1653. To the longing Virgins amorous Batchelors blithe Widows kinde Wives and flexible Husbands of what Honour Title Calling or Conversation soever within the REALM of GREAT BRITAIN Soluble Souls THey say that Bacchus and Cupid as they were one day going on hunting took Minerva in a net giving us to understand that none so seemingly austere but one time or other hath an itching desire to sport himself in Adonis Grove I confess it comes neer to a Syllogisme in these times when Mars and Bellona sit as Rectors o're all hearts to set Venus and her Son in opposition against them as it were to thwart the current of the times but I hope you Gentlemen and Ladies Citizens and Lasses are not so far in love with the bellowing of the Drum or the clangor of the Trumpet that the sweet and harmonious tunes of Love shall prove unacceptable unto you for if so my self who have been forced through whole Forests of bryars by the malice of the times of all men living have the least reason to whisper these soft numbers in your eares I dare not so much injure the ensuing work as to crave pardon of the severest Stoick or austerest Cynick for my wantonness since not a loose line is scatter'd throughout this Volume as also because I know in private the curstest carper of them all will hug me for their pleasure if not for their profit For those nice Ignoramusses who slight all Courship as lascivious al Complements as trivial and enormous I shall onely say this unto them that love I mean not such as that of Semiramis or Messalina is the Author of all perfection The greatest Doctors are but Dunces till love hath refined them and they know what his power is they after that becoming witty and courtly Inditers for necessity findeth out the art the lovers ardent affection compelling him to finde out all waies for the attaining his Mistress love discoursing unto her his loyal affections in smooth or pleasing termes or else touching them sweetly or daintily in writing curiously and with a courtlike phrase which art because I here undertake to teach I have named my work The CARD of COURTSHIP wherein are included such variety of conceited Courtships that I dare boldly affirm it you cannot wish for that favour which you may not there gather I beseech you crop them with a courteous hand which shall for ever oblige me to importune for you at Loves footstool beseeching him to use you according to your several constitutions granting you the full fruition of your desires in all afety and tranquillity So wishes Your devoted servant Musophilus The Card of COURTSHIP OR The language of LOVE To the Reader Here Cupid in a quaint disguise Cover'd with leaves in slumber lies Yet doth he not himself so hide But all thy spirits will be tride If this Volume thou turn over And he awake wanting his cover Here many hearts as victims stand Here read how beauâ—y to command Though rugged like the Panthers skin Here thou maist learne to love and win Or if so happy 's thy condition Thou of thy love hast the fruition Here such pleasures thou mayst find So sweet and of so various kind That rockt into a pleasing dream Thou 'lt wish I 'd had an ampler theam The Arabian winde that gently blows Blushes to the bashful Rose Yeilds not an odour of more price Then flowers set in this Paradise Read I am sure thou 'lt not repent thee And I am happy to content thee Complemental Dialogues A Virgin licensed by her Father to make choice of whom she likes best for her husband Imagine you hear one who dearly affects her courting her after this manner their names suppose to be AMANDUS and JULIETTA Aman. NOw Lady your Fathers goodness hath left you to your owne dispose and I the admirer of your vertues have free leave to present my best affections Then save that creature whose life depends on you whose every power ownes not himself but you you are that Deity to whom my heart presents its first devotion and in a holy flame remaines a Sacrifice till you please to accept it Juliet I should prove to my self unjust in the neglect of one that nobly loves me therefore what affection I may bestow and yet retain my freedome I mean that freedom by which I may on just occasion withdraw my heart I were ingrateful should I not present it Aman. May I become the scorne of time and all mens hate pursue me when I prove so foul to give occasion you call back your love Juliet Cease these hasty protestations I assure my self the pureness of your soul is without spot or blemish and while you so continue I shall boast me happy i' th' glory of such a choice Aman. O let me fly into your bosome on your lip confirm my happiness there study some new way of number to multiply my bliss The treasuries of grace and nature were quite exhausted to accomplish your perfections Juliet Fie fie leave for shame Aman. What dearest Juliet This superfluous Language I am none of those Ladies that are enamoured on Poetick raptures hugging the Verse but spitting at the Author none of those that are taken with flattering Acrosticks and to have their names so disjoynted in an Anagram that 't would puzzle ten Magicians to put them together againe I esteem not Golden Language and I 'll tell you why because 't was seldome bestowed on man but to gild over a Copper Soul within him Aman. Can you be so cruel to deem my Language feign'd Juliet Nor am I. I grant you Love and Poesie are divine commonly infus'd together yet ordinarily 't is ty'd to rules of flattery Aman. Far be it from me to speak a Language should displease your ear Juliet Well more Oratory would but bring the rest into suspicion whether it be real let it suffice I love you and if all occurrents sute my expectation it sha'n't be long ere Hymen seal the contract Farewell Aman. Farewell excellent Mistress Eugenia and Flavia two neer neighbouring Damosels discourse of their loves resolving not to marry old men for money Eug. FLavia I kiss your hands Flav. Eugenia I pray you pardon me I saw you not Eug. I saith you have fixt thoughts draw your â—ys inward that you see not your friends before you Flav. True and I think the same that trouble you Eug. Then 't is the love of a young Gentleman â—nd bitter hatred of an old dotard Elav. 'T is so witness your brother Francisco and â—â—e rotten carcass of
Sir have I wrong'd you Vala. The Blade Don Bombo two hours since I met who told me eight daies ago you and he supt together at your Mistress Scorpiona's lodging where in discourse what truely-noble sparks the Inns of Court now yeilded he rankt me ' mongst the rest but you with scornes and taunts before your Mistress proclaim'd me nothing worth a man of a dull sense onely a valiant voice with many other most unfriendly terms so base I hate to name them Ped. Now by the Gods Valasco that Rogue Don Bombo hath abus'd us both thee by a false slanderous information me But I 'll not stand to talk I 'll make cutworks in the villaines skin and slice his throat so wide next time he drinks his mornings draught he shall go near to spil his liquor he shall confess before you or else under his hand recant this lye and eke record himself a branded Rascal Will that atone you and renew our loves Val. I have ever harboured noble thoughts of you and shall esteem your friendship ever pretious worthy the acceptance of a Deity Chastise this Rascal till he cries peccavi and like to broken bones which distocated by some unhappy accident set by a skilful hand unite more firm then ever our friendship shall take birth anew we 'll be another Pilades and Orestes Ped. No more of this my deeds shall speak my real thoughts let 's to the Tavern Bully and there o're full-crown'd cups joyn our right hands Ho Coach-man hurry us in thy four-wheel'd pouch to that Argolian Bachanalian Clifton who keeps the golden Fleece securely safe yet hangs it as a signe even at his door His marble vault alone includes Nepenthe the Coâ—sick-grape is onely his Away away Two Merchants on the Exchange Mr. Main Mast and Mr. Topsaile Main mast MR. Topsaile your best wishes â—nviron you you see I keep my word Top. Good faith I saw you not All happiness wait on you sweet Mr. Main Mast you are a strict observer of your time Mainmast I ever was so Sir Time's an old cross-penny father and must be waited on obsequiously he fl es ye else But what 's the news from Neptune's Sea how goes things in the great and watry world are your ships rib'd with riches is Aeolus propitious to your Vowes his bag-cheek'd Boys not too robustious Ha I 'm sure I find a great decay of Trade Tritons attended by a crew of Sword-fishes are turn'd most desperate Pirates no traffick no commerce with forraigne Nations Alas that ere I liv'd to see this day Top. Had I had the sage Vlysses power for to seclude all windes from Seas save Zephyrus my forraigne trade could not have been more prosperous then till within these few years but now 't is true with storms on land perpetual gusts at Sea shake all commerce to nothing yet I bear up still and as my name Top and Top-gallant like I plow on Neptune and returne safely home with all my purchases Cesars motto's mine man next him I sure shall be recorded t' have been dame Fortunes onely favourite Veni with English wares I did arrive in Spaine Vidi I had a rich return Vici I came home with a merry wind Tityre tu patule quae nunc non est narrandi locus Mainmast Learned Mr. Topsaile the Gods o' the seas befriend you marvellously Top. I 'm much bound indeed to the old blue-beard Neptunus to his Sons the Trytons his Daughters the Mermaids and his couzens the Whales But no more of this many words will not fill a mans belly should we talk this two hours there would be little use of a pick-tooth My much-honour'd friend Mr. Mainmast shall I be so happifi'd this night as to injoy your company at the carving out of a Shoulder of Mutton cutting up of a paire of Coneys and carbonadoing of a cold Capon Mainmast Sir you shall command the exercise of my teeth and the silence of my tongue I 'll wait on you Sir Tops O Sir you teach me what to say I am your humble ereature and very happy in the society of so worthy a friend Nay Sir let me alone for complements if I set upon 't Come good Mr. Mainmast The Wooer sending his Mistress a pair of white-frin'gd Gloves WHen on your whiter hands these Gloves you draw Remember Cupid and his spotless law Mortals do wrong him much with sly pretence And when they love they Doctors do commence In Cunning's colledge whenas love is free There is no craft in perfect amity These are fring'd round Phylacteries were good Till by the Pharisees dy'd deep in blood The colour which Narcissus took when he Converted to a Daffadil here see Which Hieroglyphically seems to tell In hating me you love your self too well How happy are these skins that may at pleasure Kiss your faire hands and rifle all loves treasure But these must be compell'd that thing to do For which I sigh and pray and weep and woo But know bright faire one when my taske is don You shall not need like these to draw me on Complemental LETTERS Fitted to all Humours and Inclinations useful and delightful To the Intelligent Reader Cupid here hath taken wing Larke-like to the heavens doth sing Peneian Daphne here displaies Her armes and shrouds him with her bayes A vast pile of Sabean gums Smocking with fat Hecatoms Thou mayst behold and cheare thy sense With choice Idalian frankincense Harmonious ecchoes do invite Thee to attention and delight If Humours do not Judgement blind A Zoylus I 'll not fear to find One of a law and humble birth falling in love with some great Lady thus presents his service Gratious Madam YOu are a Lady in whom consists all that heaven hath rais'd to perfection I am too poor to enjoy so great a Treasure and shall be ever till I grow immortal which alone rests in your power to make me 'T is not your birth or fortune that I court heavens witness with me for had you been an humble shepherdess and I a Monarch this love had been ' cause 't was decreed by Fate When I first saw you methought my soul was forc'd to obey a Trance and as a Vision my amazed sight heheld you The revolution of those Star-like eies deserves a new Astronomy to contemplate it I know I catch at a Star and attempt to fathome Clouds but it is not that thing call'd danger that can affright me Were you inclos'd with rocks of marble whose lofty tops knew no distance betwixt the Skies and them I would with winged speed seale those aspiring Walls and in despite of all that durst detaine you bear you in my arms beyond the reach of danger You have been pleased bright Anaxerete to smile upon your poor Iphis the radiant lustre of your eyes hath exhal'd those dull and foggy vapours that clogg'd my soul with the contemplation of my great unworthiness O continue those soul-reviving beams since without their comfortable influence I must
freeze to Crystal and perish more miserably then the wrath of Gods or Men united can possibly showre upon the caytiffhead of any desolate mortal Bright Goddess Your humble admirer and sworne Servant c. An Amourist being forbidden by his Mistress any more to Court by Epistle or otherwise declareth himself thus Dear Mistress YOu have given me command not to love which I confess I have ill obeyed but you know Mistress that forbidden things are ever most coveted by mortals which is the reason that I have not had the power since your forbidding meâ— to think of any other thought but of loving you Mistress there is no kind of duty that I owe you not there is no cruelty of chance or Fate to which I shall not willingly expose my self to obey you 〈◊〉 but either cease you to forbid me love or otherwise forbid your Image to pursue me since that follows me everywhere and leaves me not I berty or thought but what it doth inspire You maâ— as well forbid the water for to descend and fire to mount on high as command me to forbear to love you which I must do though in doing so the fire of love parch me to cinders Cruel Mistress Your constant lover not to be shaken off by frowns or threats c. The Lover having received an utter denyal of his profer'd service so that he is out of hope to accrue his desired hapiness takes his leave of his Lady thus mornfully Faire faire one CAn law or torture fright his soul who is every houre extended on the wrack No since you despise me 't will add unto my future happiness when love shall know I 'm one that di'd your martyr And for my body when intomb'd in earth a Cypress-tree shall spring up from my grave under whose shade such mournful lovers as are punisht with disdaine shall come and pay sad tribute of their teares which by that charitable ayr which doth convert the falling dew into a frost shall be congeal'd and raise to my sad memory a lasting monument of transparent chrystal So dies your distressed Martyr R. H. The Lover being to pass beyond the seas or otherwise to absent himself a while from his Mistress takes leave of her thus My dear SO leave the winter'd people of the North the minutes of their summer when the Sun departing leaves them in cold walls of Ice as I leave thee my onely happiness on earth commanded from thy presence by an irresistible Fate But though we are sever'd for a time a span oâ— time 't will increase our joyes when next wee meet when we shall joyne againe in a confirmed unity for ever such will our next imbraces be my dearest when the remembrance of former dangers our parents angry frowns upon our loves will fasten love in perpetuity will force our sleeps to steal upon our stories These daies must come and shall without a cloud or night of fear or envy till when keep warm my soul within thy bosome Thy devoted servant T. B. The Amourist having failed to meet his Mistress at a place appointed thus excuseth himself Mistress I Attended in much fear and with more patience the space of three hours this morning in my chamber expecting every minute some ominous embassy from you to scourge me into a just penance for neglect as you may suppose offered unto you yesterday in not waiting on you according to my promise but anxieties to my great content proving abortive I have assumed the confidence to apologize thus for my contempt My hearts joy I know you think that your self is the Loadstone that attracts my soul though I confess I have hitherto found your heart like a peble mooth but stony and that when I am restrained from your sight like a melancholy vegetive in the absence of the Sun I hang down my drooping head Think not that I desire to withdraw from so worthy a serviâ—… as I esteem yours under whom I chuse rather to suffer extream tyranny then elsewhere to live beneath the perfectest Empire But so it hapned that at the very hour when I was preparing to come and wait on you a Messenger bathed in sweat came to certifie me that my Unkle of whom I have received a large Legacy lay even at the point of death earnestly wishing to behold me ere his departure to the invisible land the performance of whose desire was the onely occasion that impedited my attendence on you I humbly intreat you Mistress to accept of this true narration as a sufficient excuse which shall continue you in my opinion The glory of my thoughts soveraigne Good of my life and extream felicity of my soul R. T. The Lover having found his Mistress basely inconstant takes his last farewell of her thus Lost Love SInce I must write to one that hath scorned to answer my Epistles any time this month take it not in favour of you it is not to you but to this paper that I tell my thoughts so to disburden my self of them as that I may never more have them in minde except to detest their causer You have not deceived me for I long since foresaw the instability of your minde If yet you did tell me the cause of this your infidelity if not able to finde a just occasion you took the paâ—ne but to search a pretence that were coloured with salfe appearance I would herein excuse you against my self This then is my comfort that you have no other reason for your change then your owne inconstancy and though I have not ties enough to stay you yet have I resolution enough to let you go and have as much patience in your loss as I â—ad contentment in your possession Adien for ever And because you shall be certainly assured that I now as perfectly hate you as heretofore I dotingly affected you to perpetuate your memory I will fix this Epitaph upon your Tombe Epitaph Here remains a piece that Shame Does forbid to owne or name She was once as this a stone Till conversion made her none Then her beauty stain'd her soul Being fair she was most foul Lov'd yet hated all 't is cross'd Whom she lov'd she hated most She was skill'd in Language too Every Nation did her woo She could French interpret well Till she fashion'd how to spell Through the Nose If any pass On this tender yeilding grass To view this piece do not weep 'T is a passion they may keep Onely Clarity bids us say She is happy now she 's clay The Lover being prohibited the sight of his Mistress either by the strictest opposition of her Parents or the perswasive counsel of her guardian sends her this Letter Dearest Love THere is no longer means of living absent from my life since you are not with me I am no more my self I may be forbidden the seeing of you but never the loving of you or if they will for bid yet they can never hinder me Such as owe me most good will
now ' Gainst thy guilt doth set her brow And beauty calls you must appeare At loves bar and answer there Empta poenitentia I Ack to his Jug in feeling passion swore He would approve her a polluted Whose tempting outward look borrowed locks And inward filthiness gave him the Thou ly'st quoth Jug 't was what thy mony bought How dear soere thou paid'st I gave thee nought Experto credentum HOw durst Capritius call his wedlock whore But that he speaks it plusquam per narratum Nam ipso teste what require you more Unless you 'ld have it magis approbatum Nequicquam verba WIll woes his wench with words of eloquence Wishing he might her corps Enthalamize And of his love impart that influence Which with her liking best may sympathize Shee who regardless at his speech doth spurn Saith 't is not words of art must serve her turn An invective against my old she-enemy my most audacious Aunt now very desirous to marry Sweet Aunt MOre rich then wise and yet more wise then fair years add gray Trophies to inrich thy haire Rather then live to love dye with dispaire Whenas sad comets in the skies appear Some strange disaster then approacheth near Which in our doubtful souls begots a fear Thy nose is that disaster for in thee No less then thousand comets we may see As symptomes to ensuing misery Below thy nose an hill we may desery Darkning the light appearing from thine eye Within that hollow concave where they lye Eye Nose and Chin since you in darkness be Premeditate before you visit me And raise young cinders to your venery And in night-shade meet with your shadow where Some Incubus by chance may get an heire Making the world accurst with such a paire Or if thy wither'd hand begot by time Should with thine eye nose chin and face combine Without discordant to make some man thine Know gumless wooer that diseases thirst To seize thy hand where th' Apoplexy must Bring thee ere long unto thy neighbours dust Or if thy wither'd thigh desires to know The sweet content that in young men doth flow Convert a tear into a flood below So may some cripple wanting Almes supply Thy almost-desperate necessity And please both nose gums chin thigh hands eye A Lovers passion wanting the society of his Mistress 1 DEare heart remember the sad hour When we were fore'd to part How on thy cheeks I wept a showr With sad and heavy heart About thy wast my arms did twist Oh then I sigh'd and then I kiss'd 2 Ten thousand fears and joyes in one Did such distraction frame As if the liveless world would run To Chaos back again Whilst my poor heart amid these feares Lay bathed in my milk-warm tears 3 When I thought and thinking wept How friends and fate did lowre On thee Leander how they kept Thee from thy Heroes Tower While thunder groan'd and heaven did weep To rock thy sense in silent sleep 4 The will of Fate must unresisted stand O who can it oppose Necessitie's a Tyrant and No mean in mischiefe knowes Else might my fairer love and I Unsever'd live till one did die 5 Just so the hungry infant from His mothers duggs is ta'en When his weak arms yet spread along More dulcid milk to gain And nothing brings the Babe to rest Until he sleep upon her brest 6 Thus being banisht from my love And forc'd to leave her sight No thought but those of her can move In me the least delight But like true steel my heart doth pant To touch the loug'd-for adamant 7 Oh let no storme of discontent Be clouded in your browes Dear friend that have my being sent Give being to my vowes You 'll much engage my heart if when I say she 's mine you 'll say amen Such kindness to our true-love showne Shall binde us doubly then your owne Loves inconveniencies LOve is a sickness full of woes All remedy refusing A plant that with most cutting growes Most barren with best using Why so More we enjoy it more it dies If not enjoy'd it sighing cries Heigh ho Love is a torment of the mind A tempest everlasting And Jove hath made it of a kind Not well nor full nor fasting Why so More we enjoy it more it dies If not enjoy'd it sighing cries Heigh ho A Diologue between a Shepherd and a Dam'sel Shep. BOnny wight whatere you be Luck be in your companie Are you Diana say to me Dam. None such good Shepherd Shep. Dest and trim one mickle glee Be ye what you please to bee Some disaster's neer to yee Dam. Never never more Shep. Welladay now by my creed And my merry oaten reed Sike another rousing sigh Would well split me gay and blith Let a clowtish clown partake Why this sobbing dole you make Dam. Ah me unfortunate Shep. Wonderment of wo relate If simpleness you might not scorn How you hapt to be forlorne Dam. The story would too tedious bee Shepherd to relate to thee Shep. Be not all too keen bright star If my pertness went-too far Mercy is the doom I sue Good things never meant more true Then the silly Shepherd did Late when he your sorrow bid Discourse the means Merry Pan And the sagest Gods do scan Wherefore was it Well a neare Yon foul mucky cloud I feare Will besprint us Phebus waine If so list you but to daign A poor Shepherd's entertaine Welcome should you be my bliss Nothing uncomely is I wis Though not courtly Answer make Will you my small feasting take Dam. I 'll go for wheresoere I rest Sorrow must be my onely feast Shep. Welcome Welcome Welcome still Never with a freer will Was welcome spoken by the sky Welcome welcome heartily Alack alack the rotten South 'Gins to ope his dewy mouth Time to hide you maiden meek Enter my cave I you beseek O thou white one bonny gyrle Welcomer then heaps of pearl The Lovers alarm to his Mistress RIse Lady Mistress rise The night hath tedious bin No sleep hath faln into my eyes Nor slumber made me sin Is not she a Saint then say Thought of whom keeps sin away Rise Mistress rise and give me light Whom darkness still will cover And ignorance darker then night Till thou smile on thy lover All want day till thy beauty rise For the gray morne breaks from thy eyes A Supplantor FAirest wilt thou still be true To a man so false to thee Did he lend a husband due Thou didst owe him loyalty But will curses wants and blowes Breed no change in thy white soul Be not fool to thy first vowes Since his first breach doth Fate controul No beauty else could be so chaste Think not thou honour'st women then Since by thy conscience all disgrac'd Are rob'd of the dear loves of men Then grant me my desire that vow to prove A real husband his adult'rate love The Shepherds complaint NEighbour Swaines and Swainlins hear me It is Strephon bids you hear Leave
your pastures and come neer me Come away you need not fear By my soul as I affect you I have nought that can infect you O then come Hear a tongue That in discord keeps a part With a wo-surcharged heart Ne'r was Swain on plain more loved Or could do more feats then I Yet one griefe hath now removed All my whilome Jollity All my layes be quite forgotten Sheep-hook broken pipe bag rotten O then come Hear a tongue That with flatt'ring speech doth call To take long farewel of all I am not as once I was When my Chloris first did suite me Nor when that same red-hair'd Lass Fair Bellina did invite me To a garden there to play Cull kiss clip and toy all day O then come Hear a tongue That in wooing termes was flowing But through wo hath spoyl'd his wooing All I can or will desire you When my breath of life is spent That in love you would inter me For it will my soul content Near unto my Father herse And bestow some comely verse On my Tombe Then my tongue Shall throb out this last adieu Ne'r were truer Swain then you A Dialogue between two Lovers Question WEre ever chaste and honest hearts Expos'd unto so great distresses Answer Yes they that have the worthiest parts Most commonly have worst successes Great fortunes follow not the best It 's Vertue that is most distrest Then Fortune why do we admire The glory of thy great excesses Since by thee what men acquire Thy works and not their worths expresses Nor dost thou raise them for their good But t' have their ills more understood The Authors suit to Cupid I Will not love I love to rest Cupid is an ungentle guest Except without his weapon's he Will lodge in my tyr'd Phantasie Better stand the shock of thunder Which cleaves hardest Rocks in sunder Then oppose the sturdy blow When the blind Boy bends his Bow Prethee Cupid cease to smile 'T is a courtship base and vile To laugh and stab unto the heart I will praise thee and thy dart While at others thou dost throw it I love to hear on 't not to know it A Salyrical Description of Love LOve is of man the fatal rock On which his ship of ease doth knock And splits him with the sturdy shock He never yet felt any pain That hath not known the lovers vain Whose greatest griefe is greatest gain No Ill so nigh the heart doth sit As doth this fierce tormenting fit Death is more pleasing far then it Our souls with hope it doth torment Whilst nought but massacres are sent To dye is better far content Love then most cruel void of grace Ought to be curst in every place No God but Devil in this case The Changes Or all think not of love alike Worthi's hee the bright of day Who doth loyal love obey CVpid onely I do love Him I worship still above Happi's he that by the same Wisdome to himself doth gain Worthi's he the bright of day Who doth loyal love obey O how sweet is that warm fire Which our hearts heats with desire To our souls no sweetness is Halfe so dulcet as is this Worthi's he c. Blessed love without all crime Two souls pleaseth at one time Then doth love his lover right When his love he doth requite Worthi's he c. Of two souls he makes but one In two bodies all alone Love more happy cannot bee Then when we loving couples see Worthi's he c. Pleasure none upon the ground Like to love is to be found Pleasures pass as transitory Love doth still remain in glory Worthi's he c. The answer being a contradiction of the former assertion Worthy is he of dark night That in Cupid doth delight NOthing in this world can be Sweeter then our libertie Which love often takes away And then all our joyes decay Worthy is he of dark night That in Cupid doth delight Love doth never sorrow miss Who grieves male-contented is But love thus doth Lovers sting Doth not love then sorrow bring Worthi's he c. Who that soul hath ere seen eas'd Upon whom fierce love hath ceaz'd The Mistress and the Servant both Oft through love their lives do loath Worthi's he c. Gods from heaven have chas'd and sent This vile Boy us to torment Nor are we him to indure That such plagues doth us procure Worthi's he c. Then most wretched him I deem That of this blind Boy doth esteem Worser plague there 's not of Ills That consumes still yet ne'er kills Worthy is he of dark night That in Cupid takes delight A Farewel to Love To my most courteous Friend Mr. John Phillipson Love fare thee well live will I now Quiet amongst the green-wood bow ILl betide him that love seeks He shall live but with lean cheeks He that fondly falls in love A slave still to griefe shall prove Love fare thee well live will I now Quiet amongst the green-wood bow What an Ass and fool is he That may and yet will not go free I can love her that is fair But so as if I grasp'd the aire Love fare thee well c. I like not these Dames so smooth As would have men court and love For as constant I them find As the Sea is or the wind Love fare thee well c. Once I lov'd one that was kind But she did what pleas'd her mind Better 't is ne'r to be born Then live as anothers scorn Love fare thee well c. To lovers what good doth the Sun If by his beams they be undon Love 's as bitter as is Rue Blest are those that ne'er it knew Love fare thee well c. A fond Lover doth not merit Name or fame of man t' inherit Since he is foe to his own health And huggs diseases as his wealth Love fare thee well live will I now Quiet amongst the green-wood bow A Rhapsody Now must the Gods above And all the heavens that move Of my Mistress praises sing Such as through the earth may ring Now must we frame chaplets fine And with the Lawrel green combine The fruitful Olive that our haire May yeild a persume through the aire My Love maist thou alwaies flourish Although my self do die and perish To the same If nothing faire I see but what 's thy face If thy bright look is loadstone to my eyes If thy rare parts as blessings I embrace Have I not reason then in dutious wise Thy gracious self for to implore Since thee a Goddess I adore He that finds salve to cure him of his griefe By a fair hand of that shall he not make Account when he thereby may get reliefe Whereby his sickness from him he may shake The wounded Deer to herbs doth go Love wounds us love must cure our wo. So then in this my worse then captive state These lines I offer to thy deity Not doubting but though hapless be my fate I from my self shall find some remedy Of
first moving eyes How great 's the Symphonie of love But 't is the destinie Will not so far my pray'rs approve To bring you hither here Is a true heaven and Elizium there Song 20. LOose your lids unhappy eyes From the sight of such a change Love hath learned to despise Self-conceit hath made him strange Inward now his sight he turneth With himself in love he burneth If abroad he beauty spie As by chance he looks abroad Or it is wrought by his eye Or forc'd out by Painters fraud Save himself none fair he deemeth That himself too much esteemeth Coy disdain hath kindness place Kindness forc'd to hide his head True desire is counted base Hope with hope is hardly fed Love is thought a fury needless He that hath it shall dye speedless Then mine eyes why gaze you so Beauty scornes the tears you shed Death you seek to end my woe O that I of death were sped But with love hath death conspired To kill none whom Love hath fired Sonnet XII LEt the silence of the night At my will her duty show Harken to me every wight Or be still or speak but low Let no watching dog with spight Bark at any to or fro Nor the Cock of Titan bright The foreteller once to crow Let no prying Goose excite All the Flock to squeak a-vow Let the windes retain their might Or a little while not blow Whil'st all eares I do invite To hear the Ditty I bestow In the which I nill recite Her deserts which ever grow Nor her beauties so bedight Fairer then the Rose or snow Nor her vertues exquisite Which no man deserves to know For into Seas infinite With a small Bark it were to go I will onely sing and write In what miseries I flow That in sorrows I delight Praising Love's all-conqu'ring bow Wishing to eternal night To end my sorrows I might go Song 22. THine eyes so bright Bereft my sight When first I view'd thy face So now my light Is turn'd to night I stray from place to place Then guide me of thy kindness And I will bless my blindness Sonnet XIII NOw do the birds in their warbling words Welcome the year With sugred notes they chimup through their throtes To win a Phear Sweetly they breathe the wanton love That Nature in them warms And each to gain a mate doth prove With sweet inchanting charms He sweetly sings and stays the nimble wings Of her in the aire She hov'ring stays to hear his loving lays Which wooe her ther. She becomes willing hears him woo Gives ear unto his song And doth as Nature taught her do Yeelds su'd unto not long But my Dear stays she feeds me with delays Hears not my mone She knows the smart in time will kill my heart To live alone Learn of the birds to chuse thee a Phear But not like them to range Have they their mate but for a year Yet let us never change Song 23. A Riddle I Saw a hill upon a day Lift up above the air Which watered with blood alway And tilled with great care Herbs it brought forth Of mickle worth Pulling a handful from that ridge And touching but the same Which leaving neer unto a bridge Doth cause much sport and game A thing scarce of belief Lamenting without grief Sonnet XIIII IN heav'n the blessed Angels have their being In hell the Fiends appointed to damnation To men and beasts earth yeilds firm habitation The wing'd Musitians in the aire are fleeing With fins the people gliding Of water have th' enjoyning In fire all else destroying The Salamander findes a strange abiding But I O wretch since I did first aspire To love a beauty beauties all excelling Have my strange adverse dwelling In heaven hell earth water aire and fire Song 25. Loves Labyrinth to Mistress Mary Loe. LOvers do make themselves like conquer'd slaves Sometimes themselves most valiant they do fain Sometimes great Lords with many other braves Sometimes throwne down and vanquished again Their wounds their joys their pains their pleasures make And happy comfort in their prisons take A thousand times they curse their hapless stars Despising life and happy death Implore Yet in the end so valiant in those wars Of life and death and other passions more That thousand deaths they say they pass and try And yet they never make an end to dye They give They gain They heal They wound They ply Their soul Their life Their harms Their hearts Their tears They joy They live They burn They plain They dy With hap With hope With heat With griefe With fears And so in all their lives and what they say There is a strange confusion every day Epithalamium Or A nuptial-song LEet now each field with flowers be painted Of sundry colours sweetest odours glowing Roses yeild forth your smell so finely tainted Calm windes the green leaves move with gentle blowing The Christal rivers flowing With waters be increased And since each one from sorrow now hath ceased From mournful plaints and sadness Ring forth fair Nimphs your joyful songs for gladness Of that ' sweet joy delight you with such measure Between you both fair issue to ingender Longer then Nestor may you live in pleasure The Gods to you such sweet content surrender That may make milde and tender The Beasts in every mountain And glad the fields and woods and every fountain A bjuring former sadness Ring forth fair Nymphs your joyful songs for gladness Let amorous birds with sweetest notes delight you Let gentle winds refresh you with their blowing Let Ceres with her best of goods requite you And Flora deck the ground where you are going Roses and Lilies strowing The Jasmine and the Gillow-flower With many more and never in your bower Taste of houshold-sadness Ring forth fair Nymgps your joyful songs for gladness Sonnet XV. ANother Cupid raigns within my brest Then Venus son that blind and frantick boy Divers his work intent and interest His fashions sports his pleasures and his joy No sleights deceits nor woes he doth inspire He burns not like to that unseemly fire From Reason Will cannot my love entice Since that it is not pleased in this vice Song 26. In praise of the Country-life to my noble friend Mr. Jennings AMbition here no snares nor nets regards Nor Avarice for Crowns doth lay her baits The people here aspire not to etates Nor hunger after favours and rewards From guile and fraud and passions as we see Their hearts are ever free Their faith 's not vain Both good and plain Their malice small They just to all Which makes them live in joy and quiet peace And in a mean sufficient for their ease Sonnet XVI ONce early as the ruddy bashful morn Did leave Apollo's Purple-streaming bed And did with Scarlet-streams the East adorn I unto my dear Mistress chamber sped She Goddess-like stood kombing of her hair Which like a sable veil did cloathe her round Her Iv'ry Komb was white her hand more fair
She strait and tall her tresses trail'd to ground Amaz'd I stood thinking my Dear had been Turn'd Goddess ev'ry sense to Sight was gone With bashful blush she fled I once be'ng seen Left me transformed almost into stone Yet did I wish so ever t' have remained Had she but stay'd and I my sight retained Song 27. The Insatiate Lover AS soon may water wipe me dry And fire my heat allay As you with favour of your eye Make hot desire decay The more I have The more I crave The more I crave the more desire As piles of wood increase the fire The Authors conclusion REst good my Muse and give me leave to rest We stive in vain Conceal thy skill within thy sacred brest Though to thy pain The honour great which Poets wont to have With worthy deeds lye in oblivions grave Each man will hide his name Thereby to hide his shame And silence is the praise their vertues crave 2. To praise is flattery malice to dispraise Hard is the choice What cause is left for thee my Muse to raise Thy heavenly voice Delight thy self on sweet Pernassus hill And for a better time reserve thy skill There let thy silver sound From Cyrrha-wood rebound And all the vale with pleasing musick fill 3. Then shall those fools that now preser each Rime Before thy skill With hand and foot in vaine assay to clime Thy sacred hill There shalt thou sit and scorne them with disdain To see their fruitless labour all in vain And they shall fret with spight To see thy glory bright And know themselves thereto cannot attain EMBLEMATICAL FANTASTICKS More emphatical and numerous then all ever yet printed To the Reader Search thou all upon earths Lee Heelme and ride the Astrolobe Such Fancies here I hold to view Can nowhere else be seen by u. 2 2 1 is oddes i c 6 2 6 most even b. 1 2 2 and 2 2 6 At Barly-break may play fine tricks 2 2 6 and 6 2 1 May b in hell when u are gone Dis-joy'd can't be If Love do say Amen I c. For where love mutually There the Affections bb Put in thy Or pay 't is no To strive for u were drunk to day Thus 't is with to play be his good luck Well branched such as wears Whose staring ever b Upon The Crest of Cuckoldry A yâ—llow field a pair of horns a key is Musick I would wish A Carp me thinks is finest and a And good Canary for my money U Drawer wash the So that each man may see When he looks on them Next bring hither Tobacco and together Beneath 2 lovers sat from heaven pointed at U must imagine none But would have run 't is 10 2 1. But them I sit still dally 1000 kisses on the Tally They carv'd and rose up Meaning to drink a spiced No or or can thwart Those are slue'd by Cupids What that flies in heav'ns Whose chirps not Loves melody A Song A Shepherd sat beneath Quoth he My fears and doubts B Lest Cupid with his and Should freshly wound my wounded Why should the lustre of or prevail That I must doat to my disgrace While Cupid doth my force assail His his his His lay broken at his feet The that on the trees did wag In mournful quires did sing full sweet No nor durst there appear Sylvanus did command them thence No saucie Huntsman durst come there To chase the from their residence The gods by their almighty power For this sweet Shepherd kept this Bower O Why should u so captious b No fault I would have lovers c In their beloveds Those 2 nice Me thinks are still yy Question GOod Sir how came you lose your Answer With walking in those mists arose In Pric-ardy Question Indeed 't is true The French many makes to rue Whenas thy once go down Hold fast thy upon thy Answer No matter 't is but a French Jig And I can buy untwin'd can't b. make 1 i c. r great brags deeds or can he be True 2 1 hath broke with 3 He 's knavish yy and ne'er was true Besides in means he doubles u. An l of Pudding can't suffize His gut that is of III size Ever in a wand'ring Maze Are those that do on Beautie gaze Still perplexed full of Feares Their houres are months their months are yeares Lovers see more wonders then Mad-men when they are alone If once possest fourty to ten If love leav them til life is gone Round about all in a Ring A Lovers Obiit set us sing Strow red Roses Lillies Fine The Hyacinth and Iassamine Bring green Tyme and Eglansine yea and Vervain most Divine about about With nimble pace While This holy Ground We Trace lo Peans sing we all To Cupids bow Aethâ—â—â—â— Broken sleeps tormenting nights Such as Death it self affrights Leanness roving idle praises Curses blessings strange Fantasies Fevers Agues and Despair First built Loves Castle in the Air. Foolish Mortals do not post To enter here unto your cost Cupid's Messengers will come DESIRE and INCLINATION You need not fear Will bring you here To taste those Ills That thousands kills Force not your selves Yee foolish Elves To dote Upon a Note is sung By her is yong For know one time or other you shall prove Maugre your wills there is a god of love Additional amorous Discourses Poems Dialogues Letters c. A Young Gentleman being taken with the love of a Lady thus accosteth her Suppose the name to be FORTUNATUS and ADRASTINA For. ALl hail thou model of divine perfections may all the blessings heavens can send to mortals showre down upon your head Vouchsafe to cast one favourable look upon a creature wholly devoted to your service and let not rigour steer your actions to play the tyrant over him whose heart is vow'd a Sacrifice to your love Adrast Pardon Sir a womans weakness if she take the boldness to say her shallow capacity cannot apprehend the height of your Oratory yet must I render thanks for your wishes and wish that I could be so thankful as to meet you in an equal affection but since affection cannot be forced you must pardon me if I say I cannot love Fortu. Not love heavens forbid that so great cruelty should reside in so divinely faire a creatrue Let not such harsh speeches proceed from so sweet a mouth unless it be out of a Maiden bashfulness whose very strongest negatives do but affirm a grant such I both hope and wish is your denial Adrast I must confess Sir your thoughts I cannot hinder yet would I gladly perswade you to believe the truth that my denial is unfeigned however I shall willingly submit my weaker judgment to the government of your better understanding Fortu. Divinest Lady to whose beauty I am be holding for whatever I have since you have been pleased to honour me with so high a title as is that of your governour give me leave to command but alas 't is impossible or
setled resolution which is to be Yours wholly and onely A Gentleman to his Mistress having won her consent to affection THe thoughts of those many great favours I have received from you especially your grant of affection drive me to so high a rapture of joy that I am neither able to contain my self in any bounds nor yet to express the ardencie of my affection What shall I say I am so full of love that there is no room in my heart for any thought but of thee Happie I who am blessed with the love of so heavenly so vertuous a companion Now shall cuhearts seed on pleasures and our eyes behold the bliss of each other in the full comfort of all content we will sleep in love and wake and walk in all sulness of joy enjoying in our hearts more delights then either Nature affords or Art can express among which this shall be chief That thou art mine and that I am Thine c A Gentleman crossed in his affection thus writes to his Mistress THere is no creature in this spacious fabrick of the whole world so wide either of Sense or Reason which being diseased or afflicted but doth finde by meer instinct of nature some present remedy to help his infirmity Man onely excepted who can finde no medicine by whose secret vertues he may allay his grief This now I know by proof and therefore speak by experience But it is not to complain of you that I now take pen in hand but onely to lament my unfortunate birth that has brought me into so unhappie a predicament as to be contemned of you And I protest I have called my soul to an account for all her actions but cannot accuse any one of them Go then my Paper and in your Masters name first humbly kiss her hands then tell her she can never heal the wound she hath made in her Faith and my Love which I am resolved to carry with me to my grave hoping that the heavens moved at last will through my patient suffering make me as dear to you as you are now cruel to me However no earthly thing shall hinder me from serving you for I will rather die then be inconstant in my love and will flee with the hazard of my life the reproach of disloyalty A Gentleman going into the Country after this manner writes his Adieu to his Mistress TO tell you of my constancie I think is unnecessary since you finde it and to declare in what a continued course of perseverance my faithful affection has gone from its very beginning to this present would make my Letter swell to a Volume Besides so perfect a thing as my love to your divine self as it will suffer no question so it seems to receive injury by addition of any words unto it I could not but write to you not knowing whether you would be pleased to grant me the favour to see you or make me happie in the fruition of your company before my departure And when I am abroad my actions shall testifie that you are always in my heart And if I can be so happie to keep a room in your thoughts and memory it will be my greatest comfort in my loneliness and my chief joy in my recess c. A Letter protesting love WIth how great pleasure do I now whilst I sit alone recount my happiness in my love which in my greatest me lancholy is my chiefest and most most pleasing comfort If you knew but the delight that I take in the remembring your dear self you would wonder at my felicity I cannot tell how to express my affection I love I love you yea you alone with an everlasting and most vertuous affection But this is too short since then words sail services and actions shall take their place whose real performance shall prove a perfect demonstration of the never-altering never-dying affection of My Dear Yours devoted to eternily A Gentleman in the Country writes to his Mistress in London IT is not length of time distance of place or absence from you can any whit lessen my love or put the remembrance of your most dear self either out of my minde or heart And seriously were it not for the want of your dear company I could be content always to be here but you are the Star on whom both my good fortune and welfare depends you are the Loadstone whose vertue attracts keeps possesses my heart and thoughts where-ever my person is This very thing makes this place tedious to me in that I am debarred of your society but if the place were sweetned with your presence I should account every tree a Paradise and every tree would seem an Elizium c. A Gentleman writes to his displeased Mistress IF ever any man could on a sudden be thrown down from the highest pinacle of Joy to the lowest gulf of infinite unsupportable miseries certainly I am he for your causless anger hath filled me with such a confusion of thoughts that I know not which way to turn my self But now at last I have got my pen to paper which does in all humility crave pardon of you if in any thing I have offended or were guilty of what you mislike and withal promises such an amendment for the future as shall never incur the danger of your dislike And if ever my thoughts did receive so much as a fainting in their affections if they have not continually with more and more ardor from time to time pursued the possession of your favour then let heavens most horrible plagues fall upon me Do not then use him so hardly who would for your sake hazard himself and all his future hopes Nay though you should be cruelly severe to me yet let me say thus much There is no one in the world that does or shall more cordially affect your person or more really wish your good then my dejected self and Your despised servant A Letter requesting love SEeing the many vertues that so resplendently shine in you and that heavenly beauty wherewith Nature in an extraordinary measure hath eariched you unless I were blotted with a stupid senslesness I cannot but acknowledge you divine and able to command Cupid to let flie a shaft where you please Hoping therefore your ingenuity will admit my unpolished lines without a superficial complemental gloss or the rich accent of a ceremonial eloquence which could I use I would not yet censure me not to be altogether void of Oratory when my style is bound to be friendly and the best lines are drawn from the centre of a strong affection Know I love nay start not Madam at that word since you can so easily prescribe a remedy for my love-inflamed heart Love is all I crave which with modesty may be granted to Madam Yours to eternity A Letter from a Gentleman in the Country to his sweet-heart in the City OF all earthly things there is nothing wherein I take so much pleasure or whence I receive so
spots thou graced be The morning-air perfum'd in May The glory of the clearest day The first-born Rose of all the Spring The Down beneath the Turtles wing A Lute just reaching to the ear Whatere is soft or sweet or fair Are but her shreds who fills the place And sum of every single grace As in a childe the Nurse descries The mothers lips the fathers eyes The uncles nose and doth apply An owner unto every part so I In her could analyze the store Of all the choice ere Nature bore Each private piece to minde may call Some worth but none may match it all Poor emblems they can but express One element of Comeliness None are so rich to shew in one All simples of perfection Nor can the Pencil represent More then the outward lineament Then who can limn the Portraicture Of Beauties live behaviour Or what can figure ev'ry kinde Of Jewels that adorn her minde Thought cannot draw her picture sull Even thought to her is gross and dull A Song 1. KEep on your Mask and hide your eye For with beholding you I die Your fatal beauty Gorgon-like Dead with astonishment will strike Your piercing eyes if them I see Are worse then Basilisks to me 2. Shut from mine eyes those hills of snow Their melting valley do not show Those Azure paths lead to despair O vex me not forbear forbear For while I thus in torments dwell The sight of heav'n is worse then hell 3. Your dainty voice and warbling breath Sounds like a sentence pass'd for death Your dangling tresses are become Like Instruments of final doom Oh if an Angel torture so When life is done where shall I go A Poet to his Mistress THat I do love it comes to me by kinde That I love much it much delights my minde That I love you it is my choice of heart That I love you alone 't is your desert I love yea much yea you yea you alone By kinde minde heart desert and all in one Another HEr Face her Tongue her Wit So fair so sweet so sharp First drew then bent last knit Mine eye mine ear my heart On his Mistress IF any do desire to know Where the flow'rs of Vertue grow Where content delight or mirth Doth inhabit upon earth Let them resort to me and I The place thereof will soon descry Where 's Piety without deceit Where Love without Strife or debate Where Beauty 's mixt with comely grace Vertue resideth in that place And in my Love all these do meet No marvel then if she be sweet The Question 1. I Ask thee whence those ashes were Which shrine themselves in plaits of hair Unknown to me Sure each morn dies A Phoenix for a Sacrifice 2. I ask thee whence those ruddy blooms Perch'd on her cheek in scarlet gowns Unknown to me Sure that which flies From fading Roses her cheek dyes 3. I ask thee whence those Airs which flie From birds in sweetest harmony Unknown to me But sure the choice Of accents ecchoes from her voice 4. I ask thee of the Lily whence It gain'd the type of innocence Unknown to me Sure Nature's deck Was ravisht from her snowie neck 5. I ask thee whence those active fires Take light which glide through burnisht air Unknown to me unless there flies A flash of lightning from her eyes The Answer explicatory 1. O No heav'n saw mens fancy stray To idolize but dust and clay That embleme gave that they might see Your beauties date but dust should be 2. O no that Rose when June is past Looks pale as with a poyson'd blast And such your beauty whenas time Like winter shall o'rtake your prime 5. No Philomel when Summer 's gone Hasts to the woods her rape to mone Unwilling hers asham'd to see Your unlike hers unchastity 4. O no the Phoenix shuns that place And fears the lustful sires embrace Of your hot brest and barren womb As death or some perpetual Tomb. 5. O no those stars that flie but the sight Of what you act in dead of night Asham'd themselves should Panders prove To your insatiate beastly love The affirmative Answer 1. ASk me no more whither do stray The golden atomes of the day For in pure love heav'n did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair 2. Ask me no more whither doth haste The Nightingal when Summer's past For in your sweet dividing throte She winters and keeps warm her note 3. Ask me no more where those storms light Which downward stoop in dead of night For in your eyes they set and there Fixed become as in their Sphere 4. Ask me no more where Jove bestows When June is past the fading Rose For in your beauties orient deep All flow'rs as in their beds do sleep 5. Nor ask me more if East or West The Phoenix builds her spiced nest For unto you at last she flies And in your fragrant bosome dies The Moderatrix 1. I 'Ll tell you where 's another Sun That sets as rising it begun It is my self who keep one sphere And were the same if men so were 2. What need I tell that life and death May pass in sentence from one breath So issue from mine equal heart Both love and scorn on mens desert 3. I 'll tell you in what heav'nly hell An angel and a fiend do dwell It is mine eye whose glassie book Sends back the gazers divers look 4. I 'll tell you in a divers scale One weight can up and downward hale You call me Thistle you a Rose I neither am yet both of those 5. I 'll tell you where both frost and fire In peace of common seat conspire My frozen brest the flint is like Yet yeelds a spark if well you strike Conclusion Then you that love and you that loath With one respect I answer both For round about me glows a fire Can melt and harden cross desire A Dialogue between a Maid and a young Youth Maid STay lovely boy why flee'st thou me That languish in these flames for thee I 'm black 't is true and so is Night And Love doth in dark shades delight The whole world do but close thine eye Will seem to thee as black as I Or ope't and view what a dark shade Is by thine own fair body made That follows thee where-ere thou go Ah who allow'd would not do so Let me for ever dwell so nigh And thou shalt need no other shade but I. Boy Black maid complain not that I flie Since Fate commands antipathie Prodigious will that union prove Where night and day together move And the conjunction of our lips Not kisses make but an eclips In which the mixed black and white Portend more terrour then delight Yet if my shadow thou wilt be Enjoy thy dearest wish but see Thou take my shadows property Which hastes away when I come nigh Else stay while death hath blinded me And then I will bequeathe my self to thee Epigram in Amorem LOve is all eyes admits of no delay