Dear friends that have my being lent Is so pure it ne're acts ill Virgin-modest yet delights To discourse of Hymens rights Yet she blushes when she heares Ought that 's light sound in her eares And with skarlet-die displaies What to women yeelds most praises For praise-worthy t is in women To blush at that Act is common Since in speech those actions show Ill which modest are to do For a Maid should be afraid Hearing th' loss of Maiden-head With this Poem and a Pearl Sent to Frank my faithful Girle I conclude with friendly vow To my Frank her neighbours too An Elegiack Sonnet If I onely had been he â—hat had stood so far aloofe Or had been such Armour proof Dide I had not as you see Shot by womans Iealousie Wretched Woman why should Thou Dote so much on Idol beauty Deeming only fit to suâ—e thee When it is not one nor twâ— Nor a thousand more will do Yet love loves not these exchanges Love is constant firme and pure Drawn by no eye-charming lure It is last that onely ranges Where new love old loveâ— stranges What is life then but a farm And the best a farmer is Of this life he counts a bliss Whree true love sustaines no harme Nere engag'â— to Fancies charme Of thy sweet Poësie I wish thee show More favour to thy self than thus to blow Sparks in thine eyes Art thou not slave afeard To pluck a couchant Lyon by the beard That rouzâ—d will rend thee thou but shootst in vain Thy bolts of folly that rebound again From my unpierced Muse whose lofty rim Shall Dial-like stand in the face of time And look it down when thou and thine shall lie Damn'd up with dust in blind obscuritie To the Slanderer COuld I but work a Transformation strange On thee whose malice pricks rankles so I would thy Carrion to a Thistle change Which Asses baite upon Rusticks mow That he is love sick and cannot write Verses Ettie it doth not me delight Verses as before to write Quite thorow thrust With deeply wounding lust â—ith lust the which doth me desire â—ove all men else to set on fire Or for young boyes Or for some female toyes This the third winter off â—as tore The forests dreâ—s since I forbore To pine away For my Inachia Though town O what a sport was I For I am sham'd at such foolery And I repent My feasting-merrimens In which my grief and silent tongue And sighs from my hearts botom sprung Argued me Inamorate to be And mourning to thee I did cry A poor mans canded ingenie VVas all but vain To stand against her gaiâ— VVhen as the uncivil power Of raging wine had from its bower My secret thought With stronger liquer wrought But in my breast if free rage boile That to the winds it may assoil My sighs ingrate Which my sore wound can't bâ—â— When my modestness cast by Shall give over presently To strive so long VVith rivals over strong When vext I to you had enlarg'd These things to hie me home being charg'd Along I went VVith fearfull impotent To those posts ah unkind to me And dores ah full of cruelty Where mightily My Ioyns and sides bruisd 〈◊〉 Lyciseus love me now doth press Boasting that he in tenderness Dos far surpass Any young married lass VVhence nor the free-spent consultations Nor the rigid increpations Of my friends ere Me off again shall tear But some other flame in sooth Of some fair maid or some plucy youth Knitting up fair His long grown head of haire The bag of the Bee ABout the sweet bag of a Bee Tvvo Cupids fell at odds And vvhose the pretty prize should be They vowed to ask the gods Which Venus hearing thither came And for their boldness stript them And taking from them each his flame With rods of Mirtle whipt them Which done to still their wanton cries When quiet grown she 'd seen them She kist and wipe't their dove-like eyes And gave the bag between them To his Mistris CHuse me your Valentine Next let us marry Love to the death will pine If we long tarry You have broke promise twice Dear to undo me If you prove faithless thrice None then will wooe you His Protestation to his Mistris NOon day and midnight shal at once be seen Trees at one time shall be both red and green Summer and winter shall at one time show Ripe ears of corn and up to th' ears in snow Seas shall be sandless Fields be voyd of grass Shapeless the world as when all Chaos was Before my dear sweet Love I will bee False to my Vow or fall away from thee Vpon Love LOve scorcht my finger but did spare The burning of my heart To signifie that love my share Should be a little part Little I love but if that he Would but that heat recal That joynt to ashes should be burnt Ere I would love at all To his Mistris SHew me thy feet shew me thy legs thy thighs Shew me those fleshly principalities Shew me that hil where smiling love doth siâ— Having a living fountain under it Shew me thy wast then let me therewithall By the ascension of thy Lavvn see all On himself LOve-sick I am and must indure A desperate grief that finds no cure â—h me I try and trying prove No herbs can cure the power of Love Only our soveraign salve I know And that is death the end of woe To the Virgins to make much of time GAther your Rose-buds while you may Gold time is still a flying And that same flower that smiles to day To morrow may be dying The glorious lamp of heaven tehâ—sn The higher he 's a getting The sooner will his race be run And neerer to his settinâ— That age is best which is the First When youth and old are warmer And being spent the worse and worst Times still succeed the former Then be not coy but use your time And while you may go marry For having lost but once your prime You may for ever tarry Vpon Cupid AS lately I a garland bound 'Mongst Roses I there Cupid found I took him put him in my cup And drunk with wine I drunk him up Hence then it is that my poor brest Could never since find any rest Vpon her Brests DIsplay thy brests my Dear there let me Behold that circummortal puritie Between whose glories there my lips I le lay Ravish't in that fair Via Lactica Vpon himself MOpe-cy'd I am as some have said Because I ve lived so long a maid But grant that I should wedded be Should I a jot the better see No I should think that marriage might Rather then mend put out the light Draw-Gloves AT Draw-gloves wee l play And prethee le ts lay A wager and let it be this Who first to the Sun Of twenty doth run Shall have for his winning a kiss To the Rose Go happy rose and enterwoove With other flowers bind my love Tel her too she must not be Longer
grace By time un tone falls slack and dyes Wilt not thou sigh and wish in some vext fit That it were now as when I counted it And when thy glass shall it present Without those smiles which once were there Shewing like some stale monument A scarce departed from it's haire At thy selfe frighted wilt not stare and sweare That I believed the when I call'd thee faire Yes yes I know thou wilt and so Pity the weakness of thy scorne That now hath humbled thee to know Though faire it was it is forlorne Loves sweets thy aged corps embalming not What marvel if thy carkase beauty rot Then shall I live and live to be Thy envy thou my pity say When e're thou see me or I thee Being mighted from thy beauties day T is he and had my pride not wither'd me I had perhaps been still as fresh as he Then shall I smile and answer true thy scorne Left thee thus wrinkled slack't corrupt forlorne To his Worthy friend and Mistress I charge thee by thâ—se eyes of thine Give me my heart Those eyes that stole it out of mine I felt the smart And least the theft you should deny Look where you keep it in your eye And now I have espy'd it there Thinking to catch it You chaine and winde it in your haire But still I watch it And so got loose from thence it flyes And sports agen upon your eyes Though now to cozen me you seek Thinking to hide Yet in the dimple of your check I have discry'd How now discovered it doth skip Twixt the soft prison of each lip Yes yes I see it stealing go Least I should find it Through the long gallery of sâ—ow And still I minde it How you have shufled it between Your breasts not thinking it is seen See see I see it creeping in neer you I feare Through the small crannies of your skin to shelter there As if that vaile could cosen me Alas I know things I not see But if not eye nor haire nor cheeks Nor lip nor breast nor heart it keeps Give me them all for evry part Thou hast has part of me my heart To his Mistress While as the locks of time and smoother far Than sliding streames skin and tresses are Sweet as Arabian Odours when in fire Their strugling spirits upwards do expire VVhen as the courteous wiâ—d doth court our sence And nourish it with sweet intelligence Is thy pure breath only this difference know That sent is forc'â— but thine is naturâ—â— so Soft as the plurâ—y moss but over spreads The tender circle of young Turtle heads Are thy two breasts which envioust do swell To think that that shouâ—d this this that excell And yet asham'd such strife their pride hath bread Both blush and tip themselves with bashfull red Typs locks streams odours down nor blushes are So red so sweet so smooth so faire Anagramme I value my Learning Well mayest thou value at the highest price That plant and makes the braine a Paradice To â—hose rare excellent the Iems most bright But cloudy are and sollid gold too light Maides and Wives Maides are white papers which no hand diâ—bind But Wives are blotted bookes and interlind A drunken brabler Who onely in his Cups will fight is like A Clocke that must be oyl'd well ere it strike Loves Motion Kind Love whose motion deepe affection showes From th' outward sence to th' inward Centre goes On Church bells Some Novellists that conscience most pretend With Caps and Surplisses themselves offend Others dare raile at other matters else As at the Ring but few against the Bells Which should they taxe the Ropes would undertake To answer for them and all quiet make Fooles Paradise or Reason Bewitcht apta Spicula sent nobis puris â—â—mple as are the Elements unmixt Stedfast as is the earth whose footing 's fixt Untainted like the silver suite of Swan Alone like truth well ordered like a man Like these in each of these was I untill Upon a time Reason fell â—oule with Will Who back't with sence that it might battaile move Implor'd the ayde of all commanding Love Love by his mother taught doth soone comply To be an Actor in this treachery The battell 's wag'd and reason fleye the field While Sence and Will to Love the Conquest yeeld I now loves subject am inforclt to doe What ever his designes commands me to do See see quoth hee do you behold that maid Whose equall doth not breathe and there he staid To draw fresh aire So quicke was he to give Mee notice that I must no longer live In my owne selfe but her whom when â— spy'd Mee thought I had been happy to have dy'd Since I at once saw severally in one What joyn'd together made perfection This was Florella that bright shining starre Who might have caused a second Trojan warre Were there a second Paris for her face The world might strive but then there sate a grace So chast that might expell each spurious thought Such as foule Hellen to her Paris brought There I might read in my Florella's lookes Such are indeed beauties most perfect bookes Loves pleasant Lecture where I might espie How Cupid once sought entrance at her eye Whom she repell'd like snow and chast and cold Could not admit a Sympathy to hold With his hot flames but melting quite put out That ardent fire which warm'd her round about Cupid denied of this did backward start And ran for hast to hide him in her heart Where he renewed fresh flames and by delay So scorcht his wings he could not fly away Thus force perforce in her my conquer'd breast Is the poore Inne of such a God-borne guest Whom while I harbor it is hard to tell Whether his presence be a Heaven or Hell Such pleasurable paine such painfull pleasure Sometimes below and sometimes above measure Mars on a time forsook his Venus bed Protesting he no longer would be led To these embraces which like Circles charmes Made him forget th' Heroicke use of Armes Venus heard this whiles halfe in anger shee Did thrust her darling Cupid off her knee Downe falls the youngster and in falling so Broke all his Arrows quiver and his bow His grandame Nature pittying the mischance Wipes the wagges eyes told him she would advance Him to his former office for a dart That should transfixe the most obdurat heart She would create an eye and for a bow She 'd make a brow whose art inclining so Should shoote such shafts that deity should yeeld Themselves glad prisoners in the maiden field When streight she made Florella such a maid Who being nam'd need there ought else be said 'T is not long since that I heard Lovers whine At whose deep wounds which from their Mistris eyne They bleeding had ceceiv`d cause they could winne No mercy from them whilst I thought some pinne Had scratch'd their tender hands till I too late Grew sensible they were unfortunate In their lost loves 'cause
commenc't beyond their Crisscross-rowe Then hope poor heart and strongly that shee will At last imbrace thee for she hath the skill To school thee first with frowns that so her favor May when she smiles last with the greater savour Another Epigram To his Superlative Mistris COmpare the Bramble to the stately Pine The fruitles Thistle to the vertuous Vine Compare the Charcole to the snow-white Down The wreath of Rushes to th' Imperial crown Compare the Raven to the turtle Dove The Moors of India to the queen of Love Compare the Candle to the splendent Mooâ— The fogs of night to Phoebus eye at noon Compare the Kite to sweet-breath'd Philomel The Lerman Lake to th' Helliconian Well If these admit comparison then she That can admit of no equalitie May find a parallel but let some men Rack their dul brains to praise their Mistris when The utmost of their language they have spenâ— Let them sit down and sigh and be content Their Idols eyes to Sunbeams to compare Or by the rose her blased lips declare My Mistris must beyond their Saints survive In that unequald height Superlative Of one Mary Frail who lay with Mr. Reason MAry was long desirous for to marry And vow'd that past fifteen she would not tarry I am sure this vow of modesty did saile To quaver on her lips even in her song Or if one touch the Lute with art cunning Who would not love those hands for their swift running And her I like that with a majesty Folds up her arms and makes low courtesie To leave my self that am in love with all Som one of these might make the chasest fall If she be tall she 's like an Amazon And therefore fills the bed she lies upon If short she lies the rounder to say troth Both short long please me for I love both I think what one undeckt would be being drest Is she attired then shew her graces best A white wench thralls me so doth golden yellow And nut-brown girls in doing have no fellow If her white neck be shadowed with black hair Why so was Leda's yet was Leda fair Amber trest is she then on the morn think I My Love alludes to every History A yong wench pleaseth an old is â—ood This for her looks that for her wonâ—â—n-hood Nay what is she that any man loves But my ambitious ranging mind approves The new Petition APollo once disdained not to keep So he might keep his love Admetâ—â— sheep The distaff Hercules did excercise T' extract a smile from his deare Ladies eyeâ— Olympick Ioan disdained not to take A bulls effigies for Eutopus sake Achilles fitter far to deale with steel Did labour for his Mistress at the reel Love spar'd â—â—ander his pledg'd faith to save Died hugging in his armes the murdring wave Whil'st a new death his Heroe doth devise And drownd her selfe i th Ocean of her eyes By Pyramus the world did understand That love and life lay linked hand in hand When one was lost in This be the other flew Through the peire't portals of his wound yet new Which when his This be saw t is hard to say VVhose spirit posted fastest on the way Thus some dejection others did invade Great oposition and have willingly laid Their lives at needless hazzard some have died â—nd so have to the utmost satisfied â—hat tyrant love could force beyond this the great and true non ultra fixed is â—et happy this since whatsoe're they tried â— as on their Mistress part regratified â—â—h who would when he saw an equal flame â—f love in her he lov'd owe so much shame â—s to esteem his life if her least grief â—id but invite his blood for her reliefe â—ut this forenamed courteous Ghost can bear â—â—e witness I have shed full many a teare â—poke the best language Rhetorick affords â—â—mb'd out my heart even to the life in words Would what they did did like occasion proffer And till that do I can no more but offer And yet for all my sufferings she that is â—f I dare reach to call her so my bliss â—â—ights all my sorrows Oh weat eye could now Forbear to yeeld a tear when seeing how â— love I am neglected weep with me All you that read my wrongs so if you be Compationate perhaps your tears may move The frozen Mercy of my ice-white love Which if they do if you at any time Shall want a drop I 'le lend you some mine Methinks I see you weep dear Mistress thâ—â— Behold a Noble sea of pittying men Doth waft me to your favour it you daigâ—â— Yes now at last to ease me of my paine This glory shall unto your mercy rise That you haue wip't all tears from lovers eyâ— The Widdow Bride To the accomplish'd Lady of his thoughts Feeding I famish fired by the eye Which makes me dying live and living die FAire shall I name thee to express thy worth Nay thou hast something else to set theâ— forth Then thy externall beautie which no time Shall ere deface and that is truly thine Though outward white graâ—'d with an inward faire Vnite in one exceedeth all compare For what may glorious Saints whose divine feature Immortalis'd above an human Creature Appropriate unto themselves save this Though they 're invested with the roabe of bliss Pure is their Store the State of innocence Full be their Lamps of divine influence Complete 's their Aâ—mour and their order too Thus they attend the Lambe where ere he go And thou terrestriall Angel who canst give Though young example to the old to live Divines what thou shalt be for I do see All sacred Craces treasured in thee As in some curious artful Cabbinet Where Patience shines as a rich â—ewellet Set in a precious 〈◊〉 which may be best Allusion have to thy unspoted brest Where vertues have their Mansion should â— speak More freely of thy Merits I wil seek No modern Model to conform the State Of my affections or will imitate Any with affectation but that grace which thou reserves in action speech paâ—e Honor of ages what a Sympathie Of soul inthroning vertues works in thee To make thee more affected Where desire Of moderation tempers the heat of ire Content all self-repining and delight To see another prosper that base spite Which worldly Moles express from day to day In seeing others flourish more then they No thou art earthly Sainted canst taste What fruit's in Mundane pleasure being past When this same Circle of our humane bless Quite ran about shal end with wretchednes And is not this above th' conceit of man That thou the weaker Sex shold seem to span This abstract of thy life with such respect Unto thy soul form'd by that Architect Whose glory is thy aim Nay that thy prime Scarcely arriv'd at the freshness of her time Should so disvalue earth as to bestow Thy heart on heaven thy frayler part below Where life like to a shade whose vading
glory Sun's up our discontents as in a Story Gets disesteem with thee fixing thine eye Upon a more transcendant Emperie But that which shal extend thy days more long Then time can limit is thy suffring wrong Smiling at injuries as if thy brest Were of that temper griefs could not molest Nor soil her glorious Mansion but appears More eminent by th' injuries she bears I 've heard indeed som womans nature 's such As they can hardly ever bear too much The sense whereof hows'ere our Criticks take it May be confirm'd in thee for thou dost make it The Trophy of thy triumph and the crown Of all thy conquest to be onely known Thy self in thy affliction where relief In Souls sole solace gives receit to grief For Palms prest down do ever rise the more And Spices bruis'd smel sweeter then before So as this sentence verifide may bee Thou tryes afflion nâ—t affliction thee Mirror of women what a triumphs this When there is nought how great soere it is That can depress thy mind below the Sphere Where it is fixed For t is this I swear And only this which moves me to affect Thy self far more then any light respect Drawn from the tincture of a moving faire Which to mindes Beautie 's short above compare For I have known the smoothest sleekest skin Solid with the blemish of so foul a sin As Beautie lost her lustre by that stain Which once made black could nere be white again But thou in both complete art such an one As without assentation there is none May glory more of what she doth possess Though on my Knowledg none doth glory less And happy he if he had known his hap Who might repose in such a Ladies lap Secure from cenusre but how weak is sence When Reason's darkned through concupiscence Alas of error that our humane eye Expos'd to lust and boundless libertie Should derogate from man where if we knew How woman's to expect from man her dew As man from woman we shold straight infer To think of a strange beauty is to err He who did till those flowrie fields which lay Like Adons grove neer to the milkie way If he had known what happiness it is In mutual love t`injoy a mutual bliss Where tvvo dividuate souls do selfly move By one united Sympathie in love He vvould have thus concluded sure I am Who dotes on more then`s own is less then man But novv to thee my lines their love extend Making thy self their Centre vvhere they end Thou mildest mould of matron modesty Live as thou liv'st and gain eternity Patience shall give thee convoy same renovvn Both vvhich contend to reach thee triumphs crovvn The true and happy state of Love VVHat I have that I crave Frank I lost yet Frank I have Happy am I in possessing Of her that gives love a blessing Blessed love have earthly rank Stated in my style of Frank Happy style that thinks no shame In respect of nature name Form affection and in all To be Frank as we her call Yet so Frank that though she be Free it 's in such modestie As no Creatures are have bin Can or may tax her of sin Pure in love sincere in heart Fair by Nature not by Art Crimson blushes which display Reddest even makes clearest day Clearest where like Ida's snow Lillies on her cheeks do grow Yet so mixt with true delight As the red contends with white Yet orâ—'comm'd with Modesty Red or white gets victory Thus two Franks in beauty one Yeelds enough to dâ—te upon â—qâ—al both in favou feature honour order name and natuâ—â— Both inclining â—o one stature â—quaâ— ' by no earâ—hly creature â—erâ—if I should paint thâ—m out From the head unto the 〈◊〉 I shâ—uld make you ther confess They were earthly Goddesses And that Nature made these two As those Mirrors which might show Her perfection and her store Challenging who could give morel Thu both equal in one letter One to either neither better Twin-like seem as Time had â—ixt them As two sphâ—res not one betwixt them Yet if needs one tâ— ' best do crave In my thoughts it 's she I have She whose vertues do excel As they seem imparallel Modest yet not tâ—o precise Wise yet not cnoceiued wise Still in actior yet her will Give being to my vows I will much ingage my heart if when I say she 's mine you l say Amen Such kindness to our true love showne Shall bind us doubly then your own A trick for your Learning TWo Schollars in Thames-street were drinking hard And late to whom a Constable repair'd And taxâ—t them for 't Invited yet to drink He turn'd up glasses till both nod and winâ— At greatest faults he would when sleep at last Did bridle up his bruitish senses fast Mean while the waggish Mercuries conspire T' abuse him and two water-men they hire To take him naping transport him thence Th`way of all fish who nere recover'd sense Nor from his dead sleep found himself alive Till both his Charons at Graves-end arrive To all harsh Magistrates a warning faire That they of too much wine and wit beware The Vsurer HE puts forth Money as the Hangman sowes His fatal Hemp-seed that with curses growes So growes his damn'd wealth in the Devils name That doth in hel the Harvest home proclaim For which deep reason my poor Muse preferrs This sute that Poets nere prove Vsurers To a Detractor THou still art darting like a Porcupine Thy quils against me saulting every line That my hand draws and with the frostlike power Of thy benummed verse would nip the slower A Complaint of his seperation from his Mistris caused by his friâ—nds injunction DEar heart remember that sad hour When vve vvere forc`t to part Hovv on thy cheeks I vvept a shovvr With sad and heavy heart About thy wast my arms did twist Oh! then I sight and then I kist Ten thousand fears and joys in one Did such distraction frame As if the liveless vvorld vvould run To Chaos back again Whilst my poor heart amidst these fears Lay bathed in my milk-warm tears Ah then I thought and thinking vvept Hovv friends and fate did lower On thee Leander hovv they kept Thee from thy Heroes Tower VVhile thunder groand heaven did vveep To rock thy sence in silent Sleep But Fate must unresisted stand Oh vvho can it oppose Neâ—essity`s a Tyrant and No mean in mischief knovvs Els might my fairer Love and I Unseverd live till one did dy Just so the hungry inâ—ant from His mothers dug is â—ane When his weak arms yet spread along More dulcid mulk to gain And nothing brings the babe to rest Until he sleep upon her breast Thus being banisht from my love And â—oreâ—t to leave her sight No thoughts but those of her can move In me the least delight But like true steel my heart doth pant To touch the longâ—d â—or Adamant Oh let no storm of discontent Be clouded in your brows
charming do I hear Say â—hat thou art Ph. I prethe fiâ—st draw neer Ch. A sound I hear but nothing yet can see Speak where thou art Ph O Charon pity me I am a bird and though no name I tell My warbling note will say I 'm Philomel Ch. What 's that to me I love not â—ish or fowls Nor â—eaâ—ts fâ—nd bird but onely humane souls Ph. Alas for me Ch. Shame on thy witching note That made me thus hoyst saâ—l bring my boat But I le return what mischief brought me hither Ph. A deal of love much grief togâ—ther Ch. What 's thy request Ph. Thaâ— since she 's now beneath Who fed my life I 'le follow her in death Ch. And is that all I 'me gone Ph. By love I pray thee Ch. Talk not of love all pray but few souls pay me Ph. I le give the vows and tears Ch. Can tears pay scores For mending saâ—ls for patching boat and oars Ph. I 'le beg a peny or I 'le sing so long Till thou shalt say I 've paid thee with a song Ch. Why then begin and all the while we make Our sloathful passage on the Stigâ—an Lake Thou and I 'le sing to make these dull shades merry Who else with tears would doubtless drown my Ferry To his Mistris I could but see thee yesterday Sâ—ung by a fretful Bee And I the Iave in snatcht away And heal'd the wound in thee A thousand thorns and briars and stings I have in my poor brest Yet ne're can see that salve which brings My passions any rest â—s love shall help me I admire How thou canst sit and smile To see me bleed and not desire To stench the blood the while If thou compos'd of gentle would Art so unkind to me What dismal stories will be told Of Trose that cruel Bee To his Mistris on the Day-break By the next kindling of the day My Julia thou shalt see Ere I 've Mary thou canst say I le come and visit thee Yet ere thou counsellest with thy glass Appear thou to mine eyes As mooth an nak'â— as she that was The Prince of Paradise If blush thou must then blush thou through A lawn that thou maiest look As purest pearls and peebles do When peeping through a brook Stool-ball At Stool-ball Lucia let us play For sugar cakes and wine Or foâ— a Tansey let us pay The loss be thine or mine If thou my Dear a winner be At trundling of the Ball The wager thou shalâ— have and me And my mis-fortunes all But if my Sweetest I shall get Then I desire but this That likewise I may pay the bet And have for all a kis The May-pole The May-pole is up Now give me the cup I le drink to the Garlands around it But first unto those Whose hands did compose The glory of flowers that crown'd it A health to my Girls Whose husbands may Earls Or Lords be granting my wishes And when that ye wed To the Bridal bed Then multiply all like to fishes To his Mistris Thou saiest Thou lovest me I say no But would to Love I could believe 't was so Pardon my fear Sweeâ— I desire That thou bâ— righteous found and I the liar Charmes Bring the holy Crust of bread Lay it underneath the head T is a certain charm to keep Hogs away while children sleep Another Let the superstitious wife Neer the childs heart lay a knife Point bâ— up and hast he down While she gossips in the Town This `mongst other mistick Charms Kâ—eps the sleeping child from hâ—rms Another to bring in the Witch To house the hag you must do this Commix with meal a little piss Of him bewitched the forthwith make A little wafer or a Cake And this rawly â—ak`d will bring The old Hag in no surâ—r thing Another Charm for Stables Hang up hooks and sheers to scare Hence the hag that rides the Mare Till they be all over wet With the mire and the sweat This observ`d the Mains shall be Of your horses all knot free Upon Cupid Love like a beggar came to me With hose and dâ—blet torn His shirt bedangling from his knee With hat and shoes out-worn He askt an almes I gave him bread And meat too for his need Of which when he had fully fed He wish`t me all good speed Away he went but as he turnd In faith I know not how He touched me so as that I burn And am tormented now Loves silent flames and fires obscure Then crept into my heart And though I saw no bowe I me sure His finger was the dart A Vow to Venus HAppily I had sight Of my dearest Deer last night Make her this day smile on me And I le Roses give to thee Charms THis I le tel you by the way Maydens when ye Leavens lay Cross your Dough and your dispatch Will be better for your batch Another In the morning when you rise Wash your hands and clense your eyes Next be sure ye have a care For to throw the water far For as far as that doth light â—o far keeps the evil sp'rit Another If ye fear to be affrighted When ye are by chance benighted In your pocket for a trust Carry nothing but a crust For that holy piece of bread Charms the danger and the dread St. Distaffs day or the morrow after Twelf day PArtly work and partly play Ye must on St Distaffs-day From the Plow soon free your teame Then come home and fother them If the maids a spinning go Burn the Flax and fire the towe Scorch their Plackets but beware That ye singe no maiden-haire Bring in pales of water then Let the maids bewash the men Give St Distaff all the right Then bid Christmass-sport good-night And next morrow every one To his own Vocation On Poets These Darlings of free Nature want no vigour Of brain and therefore to grow richer liker Than weaker heads and might be blest with Angels For which the souldier fights and Lawyer wrangles Did not their lofty â—ancies 'bove the welkin Still sore whilst others are â—or Treasures dilving But fle my verse is foundr'd all this time I dreamâ—d on riches I but rav'd in â—ime Of Warr War 's like a curst wife whence a man may cull Some fruits of goodness though of mischief â—ull For those land-surfefs wanton peace both breed Warr by incision cures when Kingdoms bleed On Josephs Cloke The Snake his slough the Dove her plumes cast Whose innocence purdence hold we fast As Ioseph left his garment yet retain'd A jewel which once lost is ne're regain'd Thou stone-cold chastity far off doth flye And Lust assumes the Cloke of modesty DREAMS The first Dream WEnt I this Morn in cruel sport To fright the poor Hare from her fort Vp-rouze her from the solemn Cel With horrors of a Fun'ral-Knel Did Tyrant-I seek others prize My self now made the Sacrifice Fates you are equal and thou â—ove Like mercy I just Talio prove As meant to others
but hollow Timbers noise This sweet warm lovely Womans voice Religion swayd else I had nigh Been guilty of Voice-Idolatry FILLIS and the Nightingale RAre charming Voice but O how rare Breath'd by that She so only fair Whose face and bodies beauties be Compos'd with so rare Symmetry Heavens choice design so sweetly accorded One Heavenly Consort all afforded And were the Harmony o' th Eye Seem'd Natures silent Melody Nere man so doubly-blest th' eye ear Record it Love t was only here Each trembling Noat those Corals wrought VVhen born seem'd swaddled wrapt methought And as soon dying Embalm'd within So sweet breath as perfum'd't had been Came flying in a precious air Of Odors 'bove Arabian far The same sweet noats you would have deemd The several souls of Musick seemd VVhilst the whole Song rare sweetst compound VVherein th' Ear's Sugar Sytrop found O could I 've caught and kept alive Those precious sounds beyond reprive Those Spirits of Sweetness as they flye So t'have had constant Melody Nay Phillis self still by me in those Her Breath preserv'd and relick'd close Had servâ—d for soveraign protection GaÃnst poysnous Plagues and all infection If that famâ—d Harp could Rivers cause To stand at wanton gaze and pause Beasts stubborn Rocks and burly Trees Made dance in Antique Revels thess Her voice must greater Magick prove And make them court her fall in Love VVhile Fillis breath'd and closâ—d her song Behold a pritty vvonder sprung Th' ambitious Nightingale replyd Through pertest emulations pride Chief Chorister I ' th feathered Court To th' Royal Eagle fam`d in sport VVould sing her part and nimbly runs Her fine-poiz'd quaint Divisions Novv Fillis then the Nightingale Novv she then she vvhich should prevail The Chirper falls to earnest novv No more must jesting strains allovv T is sober Duel no idle play Sharp brest-conâ—ention for the day Till the poor Bird presumes still higher As life vvould forfeit and expire VVhich pittying I vvas fain to intreat Her softer heart vvould make retreat And end the dangerous strife so nigh By yeelding a false Victory This quarrel must not the loss prove Of such a voice to th' Spring and Grove Her Mercy rather should reprive Double honors Trophie keep alive VVhen loth to stifle yet my blisses I silenc'd those svveet lips vvith Kisses Though but th' ears airy joyes transfer'â— To th' solid touch so sav'd the Bird His fourth Dream of Cressas Funeral the Love of Difloris IS any Pastors care so deaf to Fame That has not heard of fairest Cressas name So us'd to bleatings whom that Funeralknel Which groand this Nimph to earth did hearts congeal Hath not arriv'd to happy sure 's that He In this since knows not th' common Misery Distresâ—d Arcadias loss with whom does share Nature Grand Mourner her beloved fair Cloyster'd in dust nor without company Dy'd she alone a hundred seemd to dye In Sorrow with her The Suns self was gone Fast from her Funerals and Night came on To bring her Sables O what new-rais'd Train Of Goblâ—ns strook my sight which rov'd the plain With such dire ceremony ruful guize As each did his own Funeral solemnize Lo Deaths March t was First went young swains by pair Each crownd with mournful Cipress Usherer To th solemn Herse Those four next to ' that leâ— Bare Shieldes where pictur'd on a cole-black beâ— A pale dead Virgin lay prepar'd as t were To Bridals and which beauteous did appear Even in death by deaths black arms imbract And over in white Characters was plac't This this my Lover this my Bridal So All pass'd along But following th' Hersâ— did go A single Swain how dismal-lookt slow pac't Trust bulk of wretchedness ore whose face cast A meer Life-damp seem'd Ghost to th' Corps before Sighs storm'd about him whilst he drench'd their shore His torrent eys and thus would needs excel Surpass in grief About his Hat mix'd wel Forsaken Willow Cipress where above This written Deaths my Rival Next does move the Virgin-train in white which Censers bear â—ark-vail'd like Dooms-day Planets Torch-light there â—orc't frightful Noon And thus they softly trace â—ire measure how unwilling to th sad place â—here they must leave their slumbring Nimph behind â— ' enrich the Covetous Earth which half struck blind the Youth beheld never spake Sorrow more Then now in silence different Passions store â—ere sighs there tears pale looks there yet all one Consort in Grief This general alone All look'd their utmost til now lost the sight With whom their eyes seemâ—d as 't were bury'd quite And blind to upper things in earth beneath Are following her as if in spite of death Would stil enjoy with many a pitying muse The rude ore churlish mold should so abuse That daintiest Body which though one more nice Las now complain'd not but death-tranced lyes What Maiden adiews what tears Swain kiss'd the Place All saying Richer-gem'd Earth never was Epitaph HEre Chastity it self doth lye And Beautie's self whom never eye Nor tongue could tempt as yet love Till Death his violent dart did prove And powerful'st wou unto his Bed Though She was even then Ravished PHILLIS Complaint WHy was I born Or not born blind Though thence the scorn Of whol mankind Their Pity or Wonder That so I 'd Womans Shape nere known 〈◊〉 seâ—ing had I mist but one But Thine alone We only kept asunder â—then kinde Heavens you had blest A Soul of Anguish That 's now condemn'd to sad unrest And endlesly must languish Yet check my Heart no more These Plaints give â—re Since thou hadst rather die through her rejection Then not have seen so rare perfection On his retired Lady I. VVHen you were born sure nature meaâ— some other thing Whose 〈◊〉 by your discontent Youl 'd peevishly to ruine bring The Sun doth shine the stars hold forth And so should you expose your worth II. Why should a face whose Magick may weak seuls recruit The 〈◊〉 and the veils obey Or wherefore should that tongue be mute 〈…〉 many to mortal ears Sinâ—s â—igh and sweeter then the Sphears III. Each for her Coâ—ntreys welsare came into the earth Part of her best paâ—ts we may claim As truly forfeit at her birth Yet since forc't bâ—ons are not so kinde We 'l beg your face and vertuous minde IV. As did Medusa by her eyes to stones convert Each daring look so thine surprise But 't is not with Medusa's art As flesh to stones transformed she So stony hearts are broke by thee V. Thy sacred lips where cherries grow set round with spiâ—e Whence loves Eleâ—tars freely 〈◊〉 Why in recess constrain'd so nice Sure he shall die unblest that â—iffes The famouâ—â—ooty of your kisses VI Will thy bright beams be ere the less for lighting me 〈…〉 thy comliness 〈…〉 thy dignity 〈…〉 no longer in the Mines 〈…〉 and yet she shines VII Pray what â—vails Diana's tower Or what consent Is couched in the golden shower While she receives imprisonment The life of beauty 's by resort Not in the priâ—on but the Court VIII 〈…〉 cheeks abroad 〈…〉 no more Those Gâ—ms each 〈◊〉 would applaâ—d 〈◊〉 with a 〈◊〉 adore 〈…〉 your self and we in this 〈…〉 greateâ— share in bliss 〈…〉