on thy silent grave And writ on that earth which such honour had To cloath that flesh wherein thy self was clad And pardon me sweet Saint whom I adore That I this tribute pay out of the store Of lines and tears that 's only due to thee Oh doe not think it new Idolatry Though you are only soveraign of this Land Yet universall losses may command A subsidie from every private eye And press each pen to write so to supply And feed the common grief if this excuse Prevail not take these tears to your own use As shed for you for when I saw her dye I then did think on your mortality For since nor vertue witt nor beauty could Preserve from Death's hand this their heavenly mould Where they were framed all and where they dwelt I then knew you must dye too and did melt Into these tears but thinking on that day And when the gods resolv'd to take away A Saint from us I that did know what dearth There was of such good souls upon the earth Began to fear lest Death their Officer Might have mistook and taken thee for her So had'st thou rob'd us of that happiness Which she in heaven and I in thee possess But what can heaven to her glory adde The prayses she hath dead living she had To say she 's now an Angell is no more Praise than she had for shee was one before Which of the Saints can shew more votaries Than shee had here even those that did despise The Angels and may her now she is one Did whilst she liv'd with pure devotion Adore and worship her her vertues had All honour here for this world was too bad To hate or envy her these cannot rise So high as to repine at Deities But now she 's 'mongst her fellow Saints they may Be good enough to envy her this way There 's loss i' th' change 'twixt heav'n and earth if she Should leave her servants here below to be Hated of her competitors above But sure her matchlesse goodness needs must move Those blest soules to admire her excellence By this meanes only can her journey hence To heaven prove gain if as she was but here Worship'd by men she be by Angels there But I must weep no more over this urn My teares to their own chanell must return And having ended these sad obsequies My Muse must back to her old exercise To tell the story of my martyrdome But oh thou Idoll of my soul become Once pitiful that she may change her stile Dry up her blubbred eyes and learn to smile Rest then blest soul for as ghosts fly away When the shrill Cock proclames the infant-day So must I hence for loe I see from farre The minions of the Muses coming are Each of them bringing to thy sacred Herse In either eye a tear each hand a Verse To my Mistris in absence THough I must live here and by force Of your command suffer divorce Though I am parted yet my mind That 's more my self still stayes behind I breath in you you keep my heart 'T was but a carkasse that did part Then though our bodies are dis-joynd As things that are to place confin'd Yet let our boundless spirits meet And in loves sphere each other greet There let us work a mystique wreath Vnknown unto the world beneath There let our claspt loves sweetly twine There let our secret thoughts unseen Like nets be weav'd and inter-twin'd Wherewith wee catch each others mind There whilst our souls doe sit and kiss Tasting a sweet and subtle bliss Such as gross lovers cannot know Whose hands and lips meet here below Let us look down and mark what pain Our absent bodies here sustain And smile to see how far away The one doth from the other stray Yet burn and languish with desire To joyn and quench their mutuall fire There let us joy to see from farre Our emulous flames at loving warre Whilst both with equall luster shine Mine bright as yours yours bright as mine There seated in those heavenly bowers Wee 'l cheat the lag and lingring houres Making our bitter absence sweet Till souls and bodies both may meet To her in absence A SHIP TOst in a troubled sea of griefs I float Far from the shore in a storm-beaten boat Where my sad thoughts doe like the compass show The severall points from which cross winds do blow My heart doth like the needle toucht with love Still fixt on you point which way I would move You are the bright Pole-star which in the dark Of this long absence guides my wandring bark Love is the Pilot but o'r-come with fear Of your displeasure dares not home-wards stear My fearfull hope hangs on my trembling sayl Nothing is wanting but a gentle gale Which pleasant breath must blow from your sweet lip Bid it but move and quick as thought this Ship Into your armes which are my port will flye Where it for ever shall at Anchor lye SONG Eternity of Love protested HOw ill doth be deserve a Lovers name Whose pale weak flame Cannot retain His heat in spight of absence or disdain But doth at once like paper set on fire Burn and expire True love can never change his seat Nor did he ever love that could retreat That noble Flame which my brest keeps alive Shall still survive When my soule 's fled Nor shall my love dye when my hodye's dead That shall wait on me to the lower shade And never fade My very ashes in their urn Shall like a hallowed Lamp for ever burn Vpon some alterations in my Mistresse after my departure into France OH gentle Love doe not forsake the guide Of my frail Bark on which the swelling tide Of ruthlesse pride Doth beat and threaten wrack from every side Gulfes of disdain doe gape to overwhelm This boat nigh sunk with grief whilst at the helm Dispair commands And round about the shifting sands Of faithless love and false inconstancy With rocks of cruelty Stop up my passage to the neighbour Lands My sighs have rais'd those winds whose fury bears My sayls o'r-boord and in their place spreads tears And from my tears This sea is sprung where nought but Death appears A mystie cloud of anger hides the light Of my fair star and every where black night Vsurpes the place Of those bright rayes which once did grace My forth bound Ship but when it could no more Behold the vanisht shore In the deep flood she drown'd her beamy face Good counsell to a young Maid WHen you the Sun-burnt Pilgrim see Fainting with thirst haste to the springs Mark how at first with bended knee He courts the crystall Nymphs and fling His body to the earth where He Prostrate adores the flowing Deitie But when this sweaty face is drencht In her cool waves when from her sweet Bosome his burning thirst is quencht Then mark how with disdainfull feet He kicks her banks and from the place That thus refresht him moves with sullen
naked polish'd Ivory slide No curtain there though of transparent Iawn Shall be before thy virgin treasure drawn But the rich Mine to the enquiring eye Expos'd shall ready still for mintage Iye And wee will coyn young Cupids There a bed Of Roses and fresh Myrtles shall be spread Vnder the cooler shade of Cypress groves Our pillowes of the down of Venus Doves Whereon our panting limbs wee 'l gently lay In the faint respites of our active play That so our slumbers may in dreams have leisure To tell the nimble fancie our past pleasure And so our souls that cannot be embrac'd Shall the embraces of our bodyes taste Mean while the bubling stream shall court the shore Th'enamour'd chirping Wood quire shall adore In varied tunes the Deitie of Love The gentle blasts of Western winds shall move The trembling leaves and through their close bows Still Mufick whilst we rest our selves beneath breath Their dancing shade till a soft murmur sent From souls entranc'd in amorous languishment Rowze us and shoot into our veins fresh fire Till wee in their sweet extasie expire Then as the empty Bee that lately bore Into the common treasure all her store Flyes 'bout the painted field with nimble wing Deflowring the fresh virgins of the Spring So will I rifle all the sweets that dwell In my delicious Paradise and swell My bagge with honey drawn forth by the power Of fervent kisses from each spicie flower I 'l seize the Rose-buds in their perfum'd bed The Violet knots like curious Mazes spread O'r all the Garden taste the ripened Cherry The warm firm Apple tipt with corall berry Then will I visit with a wandring kisse The vale of Lillies and the Bower of blisse And where the beautious Region doth divide Into two milky wayes my lips shall slide Down those smooth Allies wearing as I goe A tract for Lovers on the printed snow Thence climbing o'r the swelling Appenine Retire into thy grove of Eglantine Where I will all those ravisht sweets distill Though Loves Alimbique and with Chimique skil From the mixtmass one soveraign Balm derive Then bring that great Elixar to thy hive Now in more subtile wreaths I will entwine My snowie thighes my legs and armes with thine Thou like a sea of milk shalt lye display'd Whilst I the smooth calm Ocean invade With such a tempest as when Iove of old Fell down on Danae in a storm of gold Yet my tall Pine shall in the Cyprian straight Ride safe at Anchor and unlade her fraight My Rudder with thy bold hand like a try'd And skilfull Pilot thou shalt steer and guide My Bark into Loves chanell where it shall Dance as the bounding waves doe rise or fall Then shall thy circling arms embrace and clip My willing body and thy halmie lip Bathe me in iuyce of kisses whose perfume Like a religious incense shall consume And send up holy vapours to those powres That blesse our loves and crown our sportfull houres That with such Halcion caelmeness fix our soules In steadfast peace as no astright controules There no rude sounds shake us with sudden starts No jealous eares when we unrip our hearts Suck our discourse in no observing spies This blush that glance traduce no envious eyes Watch our close meetings nor are we betrayd To Rivals by the bribed chamber-maid No wedlock bonds unwreath our twisted loves Wee suck no midnight Arbour no dark groves To hide our kisses there the hated name Of husband wife lust modest chaste or shame Are vain and empty words whose very sound Was never heard in the Blizian ground All things are lawfull shore that may delight Nature or unrestrained Appetite Like and enjoy to will and act is one Wee only sin when Loves rites are not done The Roman Lucrece there reads the divine Lectures of Loves great master Aretine And knowes as well as Lais how to move Her plyant body in the act of love To quench the burning Ravisher she hurles Her limbs into a thousand winding curles And studies art-full postures such as be Carv'd on the Barke of every neighbouring tree By learned hands that so adorn'd the rinde Of those faire Plants which as they lay enwinde Have fann'd their glowing fires The Grecian Dame That in her endless webb toyl'd for a name As fruitless as her work doth there display Her self before the Youth of Ithaca And th' amorous sport of gamesome nights prefer Before dull dreams of the lost Traveller Daphne hath broke her bark and that swist foot Which th' angry Gods had fastned with a root To the fixt earth doth now unfetrer'd run To meet th' embraces of the youthfull Sun She hangs upon him like his Delphique Lyre Her kisses blow the old and breath new fire Full of her God she sings inspired Layes Sweet Odes of love such as deserve the Bayes Which she her selfe was Next her Laura lyes In Petrarch's learned arms drying those eyes That did in such sweet smooth-pac'd numbers flow As made the world enamour'd of his woe These and ten thousand Beauties more that dy'd Slave to the Tyrant now enlarg'd deride His cancell'd lawes and for their time mispent Pay into Loves Exchequer double rent Come then my Celia wee 'l no more forbear To taste our joyes struck with a Pannique fear But will depose from his imperious sway This proud Vsurper and walke free as they With necks unyoak'd nor is it just that He Should fetter your soft sex with Chastity Which Nature made unapt for abstinence When yet this false Impostor can dispence With humane lustice and with sacred right And maugre both their lawes command me fight With Rivals or with emulous Loves that dare Equall with thine their Mistress eyes or hair If thou complain of wrong and call my sword To carve out thy revenge upon that word He bids me fight and kill or else he brands With marks of infamy my coward hands And yet Religion bids from blood-shed fly And damns me for that act Then tell me why This Goblin Honour which the world adores Should make men Atheists and not women Whores Epitaph on the Lady Mary Villers The Lady Mary Villers lyes Vnder this stone with weeping eyes The Parents that first gave her breath And their sad friends lay'd her in earth If any of them Reader were Known unto thee shed a tear Or if thy self possess a gem As dear to thee as this to them Though a stranger to this place Bewayl in theirs thine own hard case For thou perhaps at thy return Mayest find thy Darling in a Vrn. An other THe purest Soul that e'r was sent Into a clayie tenement Inform'd this dust but the weak mold Could the great guest no longer hold The substance was too pure the flame Too glorious that thither came Ten thousand Cupids brought along A Grace on each wing that did throng For place there till they all opprest The seat in which they sought to rest So the fair Modell broke for want Of room
Soft as a bed of Roses blown When cruell flames forgot to burn Their chast pure limbs should man alone Gainst female Innocence conspire Harder than steel fiercer than fire Oh haplesse sex Vnequall sway Of partiall Honour who may know Rebels from subjects that obey When malice can on Vestals throw Disgrace and Fame fix high repute On the close shameless Prostitute Vain Honour thou art but disguise A cheating voyce a jugling art No judge of vertue whose pure eyes Court her own Image in the heart More pleas'd with her true figure there Than her false Eccho in the ear 3. Separation of Lovers STop the chafed Bore or play With the Lyons paw yet fear From the Lovers side to tear Th'Idoll of his soul away Though Love cries by the sight To the heart it doth not fly From the mind when from the eye The fair objects take their flight But since want provokes desire When we lose what we before Have enjoy'd as we want more So is Love more set on fire Love doth with an hungry eye Glut on Beauty and you may Safer snatch the Tygers pray Than his vitall food deny Yet though absence for a space Sharpen the keen Appetite Long continuance doth quite All Loves characters efface For the sense not fed denies Nourishment unto the mind Which with expectation pin'd Love of a consumption dyers 4 Incommunicability of Love QVest. By what power was Love confin'd To one object who can bind Or fix a limit to the free-born mind An. Nature for as bodies may Move at once but in one way So nor can minds to more than one love stray Reply Yet I feel double smart Loves twinn'd flame his forked dart An. Then hath wild Lust not Love-possest thy heart Qu. Whence springs love ' An. From beauty Qu. why Should th' effect not multiply As fast i'th'heart as doth the cause i' th' eye An. When two Beauties equall are Sence preferring neither fayr Desire stands still distracted 'twixt the pair So in equall distance lay Two farr Lambs in the Wolfe's way The hungry beast will sterve ere chuse his prey But where one is chief the rest Cease and that 's alone possest Without a Rivall Monarch of the breast Songs in the Play A Lover in the disguise of an Amazon is dearly beloved of his Mistris Cease thou afflicted soul to mourn Whose love and faith are paid with scorn For I am starv'd that feet the blissrs Of dear embraces smiles and kisses From my soul's Idoll yet complain Of equall love more than disdain Cease Beauties exile to lament The frozen shades of hanishment For I in that fair bosome dwell That is my Paradise and Hell Banisht at home at once at ease In the safe Port and lost on Seas Cease in cold jealous seares to pine Sad wretch whom Rivals undermine For though I hold lock'd in mine arms My lifes sole joy a Traytors Charms Prevail whilst I may only blame My self that mine owne Rivall am Another A Lady rescued from death by a Knight who in the instant leaves her complaines thus OH whither is my says Sun fled Bearing his light not beat away If thou repose in the moist bed Of the Sea-Queen bring back the day To our dark clime and thou shalt lye Bath'd in the sea flowes from mine eye Vpon what whirlewind didst thou ride Hence yet remain fixt in my heart From me and to me fled and ty'd Dark riddles of the amorous art Love lent thee wings to fly so Hee Vnfeather'd now must rest with me Helph help brave Youth I burn I bleed The cruell God with Bow and Brand Pursues the life thy valour freed Disarm him with thy conquering hand And that thou mayest the wild boy tame Give me his dart keep thou his flame TO BEN. IOHNSON Vpon occasion of his Ode of defiance annex'd to his Play of the New Inne T Is true dear Ben thy just chastizing hand Hath fix'd upon the somed Age a brand To their swoln pride and empty scribling due It can nor judge nor Write and yet 't is true Thy comique Muse from the exalted line Toucht by the Alchymist doth since decline From that her Zenith and foretels a red And blushing evening when she goes to bed Yet such as shall out-shine the glimmering light With which all stars shall gild the following night Nor think it much since all thy Eaglets may Endure the Sunnie tryall if we say This hath the stronger wing or that doth shine Trick'd up in fairer plumes since all are thine Who hath his flock of cackling Geese compar'd With thy tun'd quire of Swans or else who dar'd To call thy births desorm'd but if thou bind By City custome or by Gavell-kind In equall shares thy love on all thy race We may distinguish of their sex and place Though one hand form them through one brain strike Souls into all they are not all alike Why should the follies then of this dull age Draw from thy pen such an immodest rage As seemes to blast thy else-immortall Bays When thine own tongue proclames thy itch of praise Such thirst will argue drougth No let be hurld Vpon thy works by the detracting world What malice can suggest let the Rout say The running sands that ere thou make a play Count the slow minutes might a Goodwin frame To swallow when th' hast done thy ship wrack'd name Let them the dear expence of oyl upbraid Suck'd by thy watchfull Lamp that hath betray'd To theft the blood of martyr'd Authors spilt Into thy ink whilst thou grow'st pale with guilt Repine not at the Tapers thrifty waste That sleeks thy terser Poem nor is haste Prayse but excuse and if thou overcome A knotty writer bring the booty home Nor think it theft if the rich spoyls so torn From conquered Authors be as Trophies worn Let others glut on the extorted praise Of vulgar breath trust thou to after dayes Thy labour'd works shall live when Time devours Th' abortive off spring of their hasty hours Thou art not of their rank the quarrell lyes Within thine owne Virge then let this suffice The wiser world doth greater Thee confess Than all men else than Thy selfe only less An Hymeneall Dialogue Bride and Groome GRoom Tell me my Love since Hymen ty'd The holy knot hast thou not felt A new infused spirit slide Into thy brest whilst thine did melt Bride First tell me Sweet whose words were those For though the voyce your ayr did break Yet did my soul the sense compose And through your lips my heart did speak Groo. Then I preceive when from the flame Of love my scorch'd soul did retire Your frozen heart in her place came And sweetly melted in that fire Bride 'T is true for when that mutuall change Of souls was made with equall gain I straight might feel diffus'd a strange But gentle heat through every vein Chorus Oh blest dis-union that doth so Our bodies from our souls divide As two doe one and one four grow
thy Divine Aspects Bright Deily with fair And Halcyon beames becalm the Ayr Wee bring Prince Arthur or the brave St. George himselfe great Queen to you You 'll soone discern him and we have A Guy a Beavis or some true Round Table Knight as ever-sought For Lady to each Beauty brought Plant in their Martiall hands War's seat Your peacefull pledges of warm snow And if a speaking touch repeat In Loves known language tales of woe Say in soft whispers of the Palm As eyes shoot darts so Lips shed Balm For though you seem like Captives led In triumph by the Foe away Yet on the Conqu'rors neck you tread And the fierce Victor proves your prey What heat is then secure from you That can though vanquish'd yet subdue The Song done they retire and the Masquers dance the Revels with the Ladies which continued a great part of the night The Revels being past and the Kings Majestie seared under the State by the Queene for conclusion to this Masque there appeares comming forth from one of the sides as moving by a gentle wind a great cloud which arriving at the middle of the heaven stayeth this was of severall colours and so great that it covered the whole Scaene Out of the further part of the heaven begins to breake forth two other clouds differing in colour and shape and being fully discovered there appeared sitting in one of them Religion Truth and Wisedome Religion was apparelled in white and part of her face was covered with a light vaile in one hand a Booke and in the other a flame of fire Truth in a Watchet Robe a Sunne upon her fore-head and bearing in her hand a Palme Wisedome in a mantle wrought with eyes and hands golden rayes about her head and Apollo's Cithera in her hand In the other cloud sate Concord Government and Reputation The habit of Concord was Carnation bearing in her hand a little faggot of sticks bound together and on the top of it a Hart and a Garland of corne on her head Government was figured in a coat of Armour bearing a shield and on it a Medusa's head upon her head a plumed helme and in her right hand a lance Reputation a young man in a purple robe wrought with gold and wearing a laurell wreath on his head These being come downe in an equall distance to the middle part of the Ayr the great Cloud began to break open out of which broke beames of light in the midst suspended in the Ayr sate Eternity on a Globe his Garment was long of a light blue wrought all over with starrs of gold and bearing in his hand a Serpent bent into a circle with his tayl in his mouth In the firmament about him was a troop of fifteen stars expressing the stellifying of our Brittish Heroes but one more great and eminent than the rest which was over his head figured his Majestie And in the lower part was seen a farre off the prospect of Windsor Castle the famous seat of the most honourable Order of the Garter The fourth Song Eternity Eusebia Alethia Sophia Homonoia Dicaearche Euphemia ETERNITIE BEe fix'd rapid Orbes that bear The changing seasons of the year On your swift wings and see the old Decrepid spheres grown dark and cold Nor did Iove quench her fires these bright Flames haue ecclips'd her sullen light This Royall Payr for whom Fate will Make Motion cease and Time stand still Since Good is here so perfect as no Worth Is left for After-Ages to bring forth EVSEBIA Mortality cannot with more Religious zeale the gods adore ALETHIA My Truths from humanâ— eyes conceal'd Are naked to their sight reveal'd SOPHIA Nor doe their actions from the guide Of my exactest precepts slide HOMONOIA And as their own pure Soules entwin'd So are their Subjects hearts combin'd DICAEARCHE So just so gentle is their sway As it seemes Empire to obey EVPHEMIA And their fair Fame like incense hur'ld On Altars hath perfum'd the world SO. wisedome AL. Truth EVS. Pure Adoration HO. Concord DI. Rule EUP. Cleare Reputation CHORVS Crowne this King this Queen this Nation CHORVS Wisedome Truth c. ETERNITIE Brave Spirits whose adventrous seet Have to the Mountaines top aspir'd Where fair Desert and Honour meet Here from the toyling Presse retyr'd Secure from all disturbing Euill For euer in my Temple revelt With wreathes of stars circled about Gild all the spacious Firmament And smiling on the panting Rout That labour in the steep ascent With your resistlesse influence guide Of humane change th'incertain tide EVS. ALE. SOP. But oh you Royall Turtles shed When you from Earth remove On the ripe fruits of your chast bed Those sacred seeds of Love CHORVS Which no Power can but yours dispence Since you the pattern bean from hence HOM. DIC. EVP. Then from your fruitfull race shall slow Endlesse succession Scepters shall bud and Laurels blow 'Bout their Immortal Throne CHORVS Propitious stars shalll crown each birth Whilst you rule them and they the Earth The song ended the two clouds with the persons sitting on them ascend the great cloud closeth againe and so passeth away overthwart the Scaene leaving behind it nothing but a Serene sky After which the Masquers dance their hast dance and the curtain was let fall The Names of the Masquers The Kings Majesty Duke of Lenox Lord Fielding Earle of Devonshire Lord Digby Earle of Holland Lord Dungarvin Earle of Newport Lord Dunluce Earle of Elgin Lord Wharton Viscount Grandeson Lord Paget Lord Rich. Lord Saltine The names of the young Lords and Noblemens Sonnes Lord Walden Mr. Thomas Howard Lord Cranborne Mr. Thomas Egerton Lord Brackley Mr. Charles Cavendish Lord Shandos Mr. Robert Howard Mr. William Herbert Mr. Henry Spencer To his mistris 1. GRieve not my Celia but with hast Obey the fury of thy fate 'T is some perfection to waste Discreetly out our wretched state To be obedient in this sence Will prove thy vertue though offence 2. Who knowes but destiny may relent For many miracles have bin Thou proving thus obedient To all the griefs she plundgd thee in And then the certainty she meant Reverted is by accident 3. But yet I must confesse t is much When we remember what hath bin Thus parting never more to touch To let eternall absence in Though never was our pleasure yet So pure but chance distracted it 4. What shall we then submit to fate And dye to one anothers love No Celia no my soul doth hate Those Lovers that inconstant prove Fate may be cruell but if you decline The cryme is yours and all the glory mine Fate and the Planets sometymes bodies part But Cankerd nature onely alters th' heart In praise of his Mistris 1. You that will a wonder know Goe with me Two suns in a heaven of snow Both burning bee All they fire that but eye them Yet the snow's unmelted by them 2. Leaves of Crimson Tulips met Guide the way Where two pearly rowes be set As white as day When they part themselves asunder She breathes Oracles of wonder 3. Hills of Milk with Azure mixd Swell beneath Waving sweetly yet still fixd While she doth breath From those hils descends a valley Where all fall that dare to dally 4. As fair Pillars under-stand Statues two Whither than the Silver swan That swims in Poe If at any tyme they move her Every step begets a Lover All this but the Casket is Which conteynes Such a Iewell as the misse Breeds endlesse paynes That 's her mind and they that know it May admire but cannot show it To Celia upon Love's Vbiquity As one that strives being sick and sick to death By changing places to preserve a breath A tedious restlesse breath removes and tryes A thousand roomes a thousand policyes To cozen payne when he thinks to find ease At last he finds all change but his disease So like a Ball with fire and powder fild I restles am yet live each minute kild And with that moving torture must retain With change of all things else a constant payn Say I stay with you prensence is to me Nought but a light to shew my miserie And parting are as Rackes to plague love on The further stretchd the more affliction Goe I to Holland France or furthest Iude I change but onely Countreys not my mind And though I passe through ayr and water free Despair and hopelesse fate still follow me Whilest in the bosome of the waves I reel My heart I 'le liken to the tottering keel The sea to my own troubled fate the wind To your disdayn sent from a soul vnkind But when I lift my sad lookes to the skyes Then shall I think I see my Celia's eyes And when a Cloud or storm appeares between I shall remember what her frownes have been Thus whatsoever course my fates allow All things but make me mind my busines you The good things that I meet I think streames be From you the fountain but when bad I see How vile and cursed is that thing thinke I That to such goodnes is so contrary My whole life is bout you the Center starre But a perpetuall Motion Circular I am the dyalls hand still walking round You are the Compasse and I never sound Beyond your Circle neyther can I shew Ought but what first expressed is in you That wheresoever my teares doe cause me move My fate still keepes me bounded with your love Which ere it dye or be extinct in me Time shall stand still and moist waves flaming be Yet being gon think not on me I am A thing too wretched for thy thoughts to name But when I dye and wish all comforts given I le think on you and by you think on heaven FINIS The Songs and Dialogues of this Booke were set with apt Tunes to them by Mr. Henry Lawes one of His Majesties Musicians
sinest thred Snaring Poems will be spred All to catch thy maiden-head Then beware for those that cure Loves disease themselves endure For reward a Calenture Rather let the Lover pine Than his pale cheek should assigne A perpetuall blush to thine TO my Mistris sitting by a Rivers side AN EDDY MArk how yond Eddy steals away From the rude stream into the Bay There lock'd up safe she doth divorce Her waters from the chanels course And scorns the Torrent that did bring Her head long from her native spring Now doth she with her new love play Whilst hee runs murmuring away Mark how shee courts the banks whilst they As amorously their arms display T' embrace and clip her silver waves See how shee strokes their sides and craves An entrance there which they deny Whereat shee frowns threatning to fly Home to her stream and 'gins to swim Backward but from the chanels brim Smiling returns into the creek With thousand dimples on her cheek Be thou this Eddy and I 'l make My breast thy shore where thou shalt take Secure repose and never dream Of the quite forsaken stream Let him to the wide Ocean haste There lose his colour name and tast Thou shalt save all and safe from him Within these arms for ever swim SONG Conquest by flight LAdies fly from Love's smooth tale Oaths steep'd in tears do oft prevail Grief is infectious and the ayr Enflam'd with sighes will blast the fayr Then stop your cares when Lovers cry Lest your self weep when no soft eye Shall with a sorrowing tear repay That pitty which you cast away Young men fly when beauty darts Amorous glances at your hearts The fixt mark gives the shooter aym And Ladies lookes have power to maym Now'twixt their lips now in their eyes Wrapt in a smile or kisse Love lyes Then fly betimes for only they Conquer love that run away SONG To my inconstant Mistris WHen thou poore excommunicate From all the joyes of love shalt soe The full reward and glorious fate Which my strong faith shall purchase me Then curse thine owne inconstancy A fayrer band than thine shall cure That heart which thy false oathes did wound And to my soul a soul more pure Than thine shall by Loves hand be bound And both with equall glory crown'd Then shalt thou weepe entreat complain To Love as I did once to thee When all thy teares shall be as vain As mine were then for thou shalt bee Damn'd for thy false Apostasie SONG Perswasions to enjoy IF the quick spirits in your eye Now languish and anon must dye If every sweet and every grace Must fly from that forsaken face Then Celia let us reap our joyes E'r time such goodly fruit destroyes Or if that golden fleece must grow For ever free from aged snow If those bright Suns must know no shade Nor your fresh beauties ever fade Then feare not Celia to bestow What still being gather'd still must grow Thus either Time his Sickle brings In vain or else in vain his wings A deposition from love I Was foretold your rebell sex Nor love nor pitty knew And with what scorn you use to vex Poor hearts that humbly sue Yet I believ'd to crown our pain Could we the fortress win The happy Lover sure should gain A Paradise within I thought Loves plagues like Dragons sate Only to fright us at the gate But I did enter and enjoy What happy Lovers prove For I could kiss and sport and toy And taste those sweets of love Which had they but a lasting state Or if in Celia's brest The force of love might not abate love were too mean a guest But now her breach of faith farre more Afflicts than did her scorn before Hard fate to have been once possest As victor of aheart Atchiev'd with labour and unrest And then forc'd to depart If the stout Foe will not resigne When I besiege a Town I lose but what was never mine But he that is cast down From enjoy'd beauty feels a woe Only deposed Kings can know Ingratefull beauty threatned KNow Celia since thou art so proud 'T was I that gave thee thy renown Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties liv'd unknown Had not my verse exhal'd thy name And with it ympt the wings of fame That killing power is none of thine I gave it to thy voyce and eyes Thy sweets thy graces all are mine Thou art my star shin'st in my skies Then dart not from thy borrowed sphere Lightning on him that fixt thee there Tempt me with such affrights no more Left what I made I uncreate Let fools thy mystique forms adore I le know thee in thy mortall state Wise Poets that wrap'd Truth in tales Knew her themselves through all her vailes Disdain returned HEe that loves a Rosie cheek Or a Corall lip admires Or from Star-like eyes doth seek Fuell to maintain his fires As old Time makes these decay So his flames must waste away But a smooth and stedfast mind Gentle thoughts and calm desires Hearts with equall love combind Kindle never dying fires Where these are not I despise Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes No teares Celia now shall win My resolv'd heart to return I have search'd thy soul within And find nought but pride and-scorn I have learn'd thy arts and now Can disdain as much as thou Some power in my revenge convey That love to her I cast away A Looking-glass THat flattring Glass whose smooth face weares Your shadow which a Sun appeares Was once a river of my teares About your cold heart they did make A circle where the brinie lake Congeal'd into a crystall cake Gaze no more on that killing eye For fear the native cruelty Doom you as it doth all to dye For fear lest the fair object move Your froward heart to fall in love Then you your self my rivall prove Look rather on my pale cheeks pin'd There view your beauties there you 'l find A fair face but a cruell mind Be not for ever frozen coy One beam of love will soon destroy And melt that yce to flouds of joy An Elegie on the La PEN sent to my Mistress out of France LEt him who from his tyrant Mistress did This day receive his cruell doom forbid His eyes to weep that loss and let him here Open those floud-gates to bedeaw this beer So shall those drops which else would be but brine Be turn'd to Manna falling on her shrine Let him who banisht far from her dear sight Whom his soul loves doth in that absence write Or lines of passion or some powerfull charms To vent his own grief or unlock her arms Take off his pen and in sad verse bemone This generall sorrow and forget his own So many those Verses live which else mustdye For though the Muses give eternity When they embalm with verse yet she could give Life unto that Muse by which others live Oh pardon me fair soul that boldly have Dropt though but one tear
pace So shalt thou be despis'd fair Maid When by the sated lover tasted What first he did with tears invade Shall afterwards with scorn be wasted When all thy Virgin springs grow dry When no streams shall be left but in thine eye Celia bleeding to the Surgeon FOnd man that canst beleeve her blood Will from those purple chanels flow Or that the pure untainted flood Can any foul distemper know Or that thy weak steel can incize The Crystall case wherein it lyes Know her quick blood proud of his seat Runs dancing through her azure veins Whose harmony no cold nor heat Disturbs whose hue no tincture stains And the hard rock wherein it dwels The keenest darts of Love repels But thou reply'st behold she bleeds Fool thou' rt deceiv'd and dost not know The mystique knot whence this proceeds How Lovers in each other grow Thou struckst her arme but 't was my heart Shed all the blood felt all the smart To T. H. a Lady resembling my Mistresse FAire copie of my Celia's face Twin of my soul thy perfect grace Clayms in my love an equall place Disdain not a divided heart Though all be hers you shall have part Love is not ty'd to rules of art For as my soul first to her flew Yet stay'd with me so now 't is true It dwels with her though fled to you Then entertain this wandring guest And if not love allow it rest It left not but mistook the nest Nor think my love or your fair eyes Cheaper 'cause from the sympathize You hold with her these flames arise To Lead or Brass or some such bad Metall a Princes stamp may adde That valew which it never had But to the pure refined Ore The stamp of Kings imparts no more Worth than the metall held before Only the Image gives the rate To Subjects in a forrain State T is priz'd as much for its owne weight So though all other hearts resigne To your pure worth yet you have mine Only because you are her coyn To Saxham THough frost and snow lock'd from mine eyes That beauty which without dore lyes The gardens orchards walks that so I might not all thy pleasures know Yet Saxham thou within thy gate Art of thy self so delicate So full of native sweets that bless Thy roof with inward happiness As neither from nor to thy store Winter takes ought or Spring adds more The cold and frozen ayr had sterv'd Much poore if not by thee preferv'd Whose prayers have made thy Table blest With plenty far above the rest The season hardly did afford Corse cates unto thy neighbours board Yet thou hadst dainties as the sky Had only been thy Vokirie Or else the birds fearing the snow Might to another deluge grow The Pheasant Partridge and the Lark Flew to thy house as to the Ark. The willing Oxe of himself came Home to the slaughter with the Lamb And every beast did thither bring Himself to be an offering The scalie herd more pleasure took Bath'd in thy dish than in the brook Water Earth Ayre did all conspire To pay their tributes to thy fire Whose cherishing flames themselves divide Through every room where they deride The night and cold abroad whilst they Like Suns within keep endlesse day Those chearfull beams send forth their light To all that wander in the night And seem to be cken from aloof The weary Pilgrim to thy roof Where it refresh't he will away He 's fairly welcome or if stay Far more which he shall hearty find Both from the master and the Hind The stranger 's welcome each man there Stamp'd on his chearfull brow doth wear Nor doth this welcome or his cheer Grow lesse cause he stayes longer here There 's none observes much less repines How often this man sups or dines Thou hast no Porter at the door T'examin or keep back the poor Nor locks nor bolts thy gates have been Made only to let strangers in Untaught to shut they doe not fear To stand wide open all the year Careless who enters for they know Thou never didst deserve a foe And as for theeves thy bounti's such They cannot steal thou giv'st so much Vpon a Ribband THis silken wreath which circles in mine arm Is but an Emblem of that mistique charm Wherewith the magique of your beauties binds My captive soul and round about it winds Fetters of lasting love This hath intwin'd My flesh alone that hath empal'd my mind Time may wear out These soft weak bands but Those Strong cheins of brass Fate shall not discompose This only relique may preserve my wrist But my whole frame doth by That power subsist To That my prayers and sacrifice to This I only pay a superstitious kiss This but the I doll That 's the Deitie Religion There is due Here ceremonie That I receive by faith This but in trust Here I may tender dutie There I must This order as a Lay-man I may bear But I become Loves Priest when That I wear This moves like ayr That as the Center stands That knot your vertue tyde This but your hands That Nature fram'd but This was made by Art This makes my arm your prisoner That my heart To the King at his entrance into Saxham by Master Io Crofts SIR Ere you passe this threshold stay And give your Creature leave to pay Those pious rites which unto you As to our houshold Gods are due In stead of sacrifice each brest Is like a flaming Altar drest With zealous fires which from pure hearts Love mixt with Loyalty imparts Incense nor gold have we yet bring As rich and sweet an offering And such as doth both these expresse Which is our humble thankfulness By which is paid the All we owe To gods above or men below The slaughter'd beast whose flesh should feed The hungry flames we for pure need Dress for your supper and the gore Which should be dasht on every dore We change into the lusty blood Of youthfull Vines of which a flood Shall sprightly run through all your veines First to your health then your fair traines We shall want nothing but good fare To shew your welcome and our care Such rarities that come from farre From poore mens houses banisht are Yet wee 'l express in homely chear How glad we are to see you here Wee 'l have what e'r the season yeelds Out of the neighbouring woods and fields For all the dainties of your board Will only be what those afford And having supt we may perchance Present you with a countrey dance Thus much your servants that bear sway Here in your absence bade me say And beg besides you 'ld hither bring Only the Mercy of a King And not the Greatnesse since they have A thousand faults must pardon crave But nothing that is fit to wait Vpon the glory of your state Yet your gracious favour will They hope as heretofore shine still ' On their endeavours for they swore Should love defcend they could no more Vpon the
thine eyes on mine And through those Crystals our souls flitting Shall a pure wreath of eye-beams twine Our loving hearts together knitting Let Eaglets the bright Sun survey Though the blind Mole discern not day When cleer Aurora leaves her mate The light of her gray eyes despising Yet all the world doth celebrate with sacrifice her fair up-rising Let Eaglets c. A Dragon kept the golden fruit Yet he those dainties never tasted As others pin'd in the pursute So he himself with plenty wasted Let Eaglets c. SONG The willing Prisoner to his Mistris LEt fools great Cupids yoak disdain Loving their own wild freedome better Whilst proud of my triumphant chain I sit and court my beauteous fetter Her murdring glances snaring hairs And her bewitching smiles so please me As he brings ruin that repairs The sweet afflictions that disease me Hide not those panting bals of snow with envious veyls from my beholding Vnlock those lips their pearly row In a sweet smile of love unfolding And let those eyes whose motion wheels The restlesse Fate of every Lover Survey the pains my sick heart feels And wounds themselves have made discover A Fly that flew into my Mistris her eye VVHen this Fly liv'd she us'd to play In the Sun-shine all the day Till comming neer my Celia's fight She found a new and unknown light So full of glory as it made The noon-day Sun a gloomy shade Then this amorous Fly became My rivall and did court my flame She did from hand to bosome skip And from her breath her cheek and lip Suck'd all the incense and the spice And grew a bird of Paradise At last into her eye she flew There scorch'd in flames and drown'd in dew Like Phaeton from the Sun's sphere She fell and with her dropt a tear Of which a pearl was straight compos'd Wherein her ashes lye enclos'd Thus she receiv'd from Celia's eye Funereall flame tombe Obsequie SONG Celia singing HEark how my Celia with the choyce Musick of her hand and voyce Stils the loud wind and makes the wild Insenced Bore and Panther mild Mark how those statues like men move Whilst men with wonder statues prove This stiff rock bends to worship her That Idoll turns Idolater Now see how all the new inspir'd Images with love are fir'd Heark how the tender Marble grones And all the late-transformed stones Court the fayr Nymph with many a tear Which she more stony than they were Beholds with unrelenting mind Whilst they amaz'd to see combin'd Such matchlesse beauty with disdain Are all turn'd into stones again SONG Celia singing YOu that think Love can convey No other way But through the eyes into the heart His fatall Dart Close up those casements and but hear This Syrensing And on the wing Of her sweet voyce it shall appear That Love can enter at the eare Then unveil your eyes behold The curious mould where that voyce dwels and as we know when the Cocks crow Wee freely may Gaze on the day So may you when the Mufick's done Awake and see the rising sun SONG To one that desired to know my Mistris SEck not to know my love for she Hath vow'd her constant faith to me Her mild aspects are mine and thou Shalt only find a stormy brow For if her beauty stirre desire In me her kisses quench the fire Or I can to Love's fountain goe Or dwell upon her hils of snow But ' when thou burn'st she shall not spare One gentle breath to coole the ayr Thou shalt not climbe those Alps nor spy Where the sweet springs of Venus lye Search hidden nature and there find A treasure to inrich thy mind Discover Arts not yet revel'd But let my Mistris live conceal'd Though men by knowledge wiser grow Yet here'tis wisedome not to know In the person of a Lady to her inconstant servant WHen on the Altar of my hand Bedew'd with many a kiss and tear Thy now revolted heart did stand An humble Martyr thou didst swear Thus and the God of love did hear By those bright glances of thine eye Vnlesse thou pitty me I dye When first those perjur'd lips of thine Bepal'd with blasting sighes did seal Their violated faith on mine From the soft bosome that did heal Thee thou my melting heart didst steal My soul enflam'd with thy false breath Poyson'd with kisses suck'd in death Yet I nor hand nor lip will move Revenge or mercy to procure From the offended God of love My curse is fatall and my pure Love shall beyond thy scorn endure If I implore the Gods they 'l find Thee too ingratefull me too kind Truce in Love entreated NO more blind God for see my heart Is made thy Quiver where remains No voyd place for another Dart And alas that conquest gains Small prayse that only brings away A tame and unresisting prey Behold a nobler foe all arm'd Defies thy weak Artillery That hath thy Bow and Quiver charm'd A rebell beauty conquering Thee If thou dar'st equall combat try Wound her for t is for her I dye To my Rivall HEnce vain Intruder haste away Wash not with thy vnhallowed brine The foor-steps of my Celia's shrine Nor on her purer Altars lay Thy empty words accents that may Some looser Dame to love encline She must have offrings more divine Such pearly drops as youthfull May Scatters before the rising day Such smooth soft language as each line Might stroak an angry God or stay Iove's thunder make the hearers pine With envy doe this thou shalt be Servant to her Rivall with me Boldnesse in love MArk how the bashfull Morn in vain Courts the amorous Marigold With sighing blasts and weeping rain Yet she refuses to unfold But when the Planet of the day Approacheth with his powerfull ray Then she spreads then she receives His warmer beams into her virgin leaves So shalt thou thrive in love fond Boy If thy tears and sighes discover Thy griefe thou never shalt enjoy The just reward of a bold Lover But when with moving accents thou Shalt constant faith and service vow Thy Celia shall receive those charms With open eares and with unfolded arms A Pastorall Dialogue Celia Cleon. AS Celia rested in the shade With Cleon by her side The Swain thus courted the young Maid And thus the Nymph repli'd CL. Sweet let thy Captive fetrers wear Made of thine arms and hands Till such as thraldom scorn of fear Envie those happy bands CE. Then thus my willing arms I wind About thee and am so Thy pris'ner for my self I bind Vntill I let thee go CL. Happy that slave whom the fair foe Tyes in so soft a chain CE. Farre happier I but that I know Thou wilt break loose again CL. By thy immortall beauties never CE. Frail as thy love 's thine oath CL. Though beauty fade my faith lasts ever CE. Time will destroy them both CL. I dote not on thy snow-white skin CE. What then CL. Thy purer mind CE. It lov'd too soon
my Celia I deceive Love shall his bow and shaft lay by And Venus Doves want wings to fly The Sun refuse to shew his light And day shall then be turn'd tonight And in that night no star appear If once I leave my Celia dear Love shall no more inhabit earth Nor Lovers more shall love for worth Nor joy above in heaven dwell Nor pain torment poor souls in hell Grim Death no more shall horrid prove If e'r I leave bright Celia's Love The tooth-ach cured by a kiss FAte 's now grown mercifull to men Turning disease to bliss For had not kind Rheum vext me then I might not Celia kiss Phisicians you are now my corn For I have found a way To cure diseases when forlorn By your dull Art which may Patch up a body for a time But can restore to health No more than Chimists can sublime True Gold the Indies wealth The Angel sure that us'd to move The pool men so admir'd Hath to her lip the seat of love As to his heaven retir'd To the jealous Mistris ADmit thou darling of mine eies I have some Idol lately fram'd That under such a false disguise Our true loves might the less be fam'd Canst thou that knowest my heart suppose I le fall from thee and worship those Remember dear how loath and slow I was to cast a look or smile Or one love-line to mis-bestow Till thou hadst chang'd both face and stile And art thou grown afraid to see That mask put on thou mad'st for me I dare not call those childish fears Comming from love much less from thee But wash away with frequent tears This counterfeit Idolatry And henceforth kneel at ne'r a shrine To blind the world but only thine The Dart. OFt when I look I may descry A little face peep through that eye Sure that 's the boy which wisely chose His throne among such beams as those VVhich if his quiver chance to fall May serve for darts to kill withall The Mistake WHen on fair Celia I did spy A wounded heart of stone The wound had almost made me cry Sure this heart was my own But when I saw it was enthron'd In her celestiall breast O then I it no longer own'd For mine was ne'r so blest Yet if in highest heavens do shine Each constant Martyrs heart Then she may well give rest to mine That for her sake doth smart VVhere seated in so high a bliss Though wounded it shall live Death enters not in Paradise The place free life doth give Or if the place less sacred were Did but her saving eie Bath my sick heart in one kind teare Then should I never die Slight balms may heal a slighter sore No medicin less divine Can ever hope for to restore A wounded heart like mine To my Lord Admirall on his late sickness and recovery VVIth joy like ours the Thracian youth invade Orpheus returning from th' Elysian shade Embrace the Heroe and his stay implore Make it their publike sute he would no more Desert them so and for his Spouses sake His vanisht love tempt the Lethaen Lake The Ladies too the brightest of that time Ambitious all his lofty bed to climbe Their doubtfull hopes with expectation feed Which shall the fair Euridice succeed Euridice for whom his numerous moan Makes listning Trees and savage Mountaines groan Through all the Ayr his sounding strings dilate Sorrow like that which touch'd our hearts of late Your pining sickness and your restless pain At once the Land affecting and the Mayn When the glad newes that you were Admirall Scarce through the Nation spread 't was fear'd by all That our great CHARLES whose wisdom shines in you Should be perplexed how to chuse a new So more than private was the joy and grief That at the worst it gave our soules relief That in our Age such sense of vertue liv'd They joy'd so justly and so justly griev'd Nature her fairest light ecclipsed seemes Her self to suffer in these sad extremes While not from thine alone thy blood retires But from those checks which all the world admires The stem thus threatned and the sap in thee Droop all the branches of that noble Tree Their beauties they and we our love suspend Nought can our wishes save thy health intend As Lillies over-charg'd with rain they bend Their beauteous heads and with high heaven contend Fold thee within their snowy anres and cry He is too faultless and too young to die So like Immortals round about thee They Sit that they fight approaching death away Who would not languish by so fair a train To be lamented and rester'd again Or thus with-held what hasty soul would go Though to the Blest O'r young Adonis so Faire Venus mourn'd and with the precious showr Of her warm teares cherisht the springing flower The next support fair hope of your great name And second Pillar of that noble frame By loss of thee would no aduantage have But step by step pursues thee to thy grave And now relentless Fate about to end The line which backward doth so farr extend That Antique stock which still the world supplies With bravest spirits and with brightest eyes Kind Phaebus interposing bade me stay Such stormes no more shall shake that house but say Like Neptune and his Sea-born Neece shall be The shining glories of the Land and Sea With courage guard and beauty warm our Age And Lovers fill with like Poetique rage On Mistris N. to the green sickness STay coward blood and doe not yield To thy pale sister beauties field Who there displaying round her white Ensignes hath usurp'd thy night Invading thy peculiar throne The lip where thou shouldst rule alone And on the cheek where natures care Allotted each an equall share Her spreading Lilly only growes Whose milky deluge drowns thy Rose Quit not the field faint blood nor rush In the short salley of a blush Vpon thy sister foe but strive To keep an endless warre alive Though peace doe petty States maintain Here warre alone makes beauty raign Vpon a Mole in Celia's bosome THat lovely spot which thou dost see In Celia's bosome was a Bee Who built her amorous spicy nest I' th' Hyblas of her either breast But from close Ivory Hyves she flew To suck the Aromatick dew Which from the neighbour vale distils Which parts those two twin-sister hils There feasting on Ambrosiall meat A rowling file of Balmy sweat As in soft murmurs before death Swan-like she sung chokt up her breath So she in water did expire More precious than the Phaenix fire Yet still her shaddow there remains Confind to those Elizian plains With this strict Law that who shall lay His bold lips on that milky way The sweet and smart from thence shall bring Of the Bees Honey and her sting An Hymeneall Song on the Nuptials of the Lady Ann Wentworth and the Lord Lovelace BReak not the slumbers of the Bride But let the Sun in Triumph ride Scattering his beamy light When
sickness of E. S. MUst she then languish and we sorrow thus And no kind God help her nor pitty us Is justice fled from heaven can that permit A foule deformed ravisher to sit Upon her Virgin cheek and pull from thence The Rose-buds in their maiden excellence To spread cold paleness on her lips and chase The frighted Rubies from their native place To lick up with his searching flames a flood Of dissolv'd Corall flowing in her blood And with the damps of his infectious breath Print on her-brow moist characters of death Must the clear light gainst course of nature cease In her fair eyes and yet the flames encrease Must feavers shake this goodly tree and all That ripened fruit from the fair branches fall Which Prince's have desir'd to taste must shee Who hath preserv'd her spotlest chastity From all solicitation now at last By Agues and diseases be embrac'd Forbid it holy Dian else who shall Pay vowes or let one grain of Incense fall On thy neglected Altars if thou bless No better this thy zealous Votaress Haste then O maiden Goddess to her ayd Let on thy quiver her pale cheek be laid And rock her fainting body in thine arms Then let the God of Musick with still charms Her restlesse eyes in peacefull slumbers close And with soft strains sweeten her calm repose Cupid descend and whilst Apollo sings Fanning the cool ayr with thy panting wings Ever supply her with refreshing wind Let thy fair mother with her tresses bind Her labouring temples with whose balmy sweat She shall prefume her hairie Coronet Whose precious drops shall upon every fold Hang like rich Pearls about a wreath of gold Her looser locks as they unbraded lye Shall spread themselves into a Canopie Under whose shadow let her rest secure From chilling cold or burning Calenture Vnlesse she freeze withyce of chaste desires Only holy Hymen kindle nuptiall fires And when at last Death comes to pierce her heart Convey into his hand thy golden dart A New-yeares sacrifice To Lucinda THose that can give open their hands this day Those that cannot yet hold them up to pray That health may crown the seasons of this year And mirth dance round the circle that no tear Vnless of Ioy may with its briny dew Discolour on your cheek the rosie hue That no accesse of years presume to abate Your beauties ever-flourishing estate Such cheap and vulgar wishes I could lay As triviall offrings at your feet this day But that it were Apostasie in me To send a prayer to any Deitie But your divine self who have power to give Those blessings unto others such as live Like me by the sole influence of your eyes Whose fair aspects govern our destinies Such Incense vowes and holy rites as were To the involved Serpent of the yeare Paid by Egyptian Priests lay I before Lucinda'S sacred shrine whilst I adore Her beauteous eyes and her pure Altars dress With gums and spice of humble Thankfulness So may my Goddess from her heaven inspire My frozen bosome with a Delphique fire And then the world shall by that glorious flame Behold the blaze of thy immortall name SONG To one who when I prais'd my Mistris beauty said I was blind VVOnder not though I am blind For you must be Dark in your eyes or in your mind If when you see Her face you prove not blind like me If the powerfull beams that fly From her eye And those amorous sweets that lye Scatter'd in each neighbouring part Find a passage to your heart Then you 'l confess your mortall sight Too weak for such a glorious light For if her graces you discover You grow like me a dazel'd Lover But if those beauties you not spy Then are you blinder farre than I. SONG To my Mistris I burning in love I Burn and cruell you in vain Hope to quench me with disdain If from your eyes those sparkles came That have kindled all this flame What boots it me though now you shrowd Those fierce Comets in a cloud Since all the flames that I have felt Could your snow yet never melt Nor can your snow though you should take Alps into your bosome slake The heat of my enamour'd heart But with wonder learn Loves art No seas of yce can cool desire Equall flames must quench Loves fire Then think not that my heat can dye Till you burn as wel as I. SONG To her again she burning in a Feaver NOw she burns as well as I Yet my heat can never dye She burns that never knew desire She that was yce she that was fire She whose cold heart chaste thoughts did arm So as Loves flames could never warm The frozen bosome where it dwelt She burns and all her beauties mild She burnes and cryes Loves fires are melt Feavers are Gods He 's a child Love let her know the difference Twixt the heat of soul and sense Touch her with thy flames divine So shalt thou quench her fire and mine Vpon the Kings sicknesse SIcknesse the minister of death doth lay So strong a siege against our brittle clay As whilst it doth our weak forts singly win It hopes at length to take all man-kind in First it begins upon the womb to wait And doth the unborn child there uncreate Then rocks the cradle where the infant lyes Where ere it fully be alive it dyes It never leaves fond youth untill it have Found or an early or a later grave By thousand subtle sleights from heedless man It cuts the short allowance of a span And where both sober life and art combine To keep it out Age makes them both resigne Thus by degrees it only gain'd of late The weak the aged or intemperate But now the Tyrant hath found out a way By which the sober strong and young decay Entring his royall limbs that is our head Through us his mystique limbs the pain is spread That man that doth not feel his part hath none In any part of his dominion If he hold land that earth is forfeited And he unfit on any ground to tread This grief is felt at Court where it doth move Through every joynt like the true soul of love All those fair stars that do attend on Him Whence they deriv'd their light wax pale and dim That ruddy morning beam of Majestie Which should the Sun 's ecclipsed light supply Is over-cast with mysts and in the lieu Of cheerfull rayes sends us down drops of dew That curious form made of an earth refin'd At whose blest birth the gentle Planets shin'd With fair aspects and sent a glorious flame To animate so beautifull a frame That Darling of the Gods and men doth wear A cloud on 's brow and in his eye a tear And all the rest save when his dread command Doth bid them move like liveless statues stand So full a grief so generally worn Shewes a good King is sick and good men mourn SONG To a Lady not yet enjoy'd by her Husband COme Celia fix
bowers sit Vnder secure shades use the benefit Of peace and plenty which the blessed hand Of our good King gives this obdurate Land Let us of Revels sing and let thy breath Which fill'd Fames trumpet with Gustavus death Blowing his name to heaven gently inspire Thy past'rall pipe till all our swains admire Thy song and subject whilst they both comprise The beauties of the SHEPHERDS PARADISE For who like thee whose loose discourse is farre Moreneat and polisht than our Poems are Whose very gate 's more gracefull than our dance In sweetly flowing numbers may advance The glorious night When not to act foul rapes Like birds or beasts but in their Angel-shapes A troop of Deities came down to guide Our steerless barkes in passions swelling tide By vetrues Card and brought us from above A pattern of their own celestiall love Nor lay it in dark sullen precepts drown'd But with rich fancy and clear Action crown'd Through a mysterious fable that was drawn Like a transparant veyl of purest Lawn Before their dazelling beauties the divine Venus did with her heavenly Cupid shine The stories curious web the Masculine stile The subt le sense did Time and sleep beguile Pinnion'd and charm'd they stood to gaze upon Th' Angellike formes gestures and motion To hear those ravishing sounds that did dispence Knowledge and pleasure to the soul and sense It fill'd us with amazement to behold Love made all spirit his corporeall mold Dissected into Atomes melt away To empty ayr and from the gross allay Of mixtures and compounding Accidents Refind to immateriall Elements But when the Queen of Beauty did inspire The ayr with perfumes and our hearts with fire Breathing from her celestiall Organ sweet Harmonious notes our souls fell at her feet And did with humble reverend duty more Her rare perfections than high state adore These harmeless pastimes let my Townesend sing To rurall times not that thy Muse wants wing To soare a loftier pitch for she hath made A noble flight and plac'd th'Heroique shade Above the reach of our faint flagging ryme But these are subjects proper to our clyme Torueyes Masques Theaters better become Our Halcyon dayes what though the German Drum Bellow for freedome and revenge the noyse Concernes not us nor should divert our joyes Nor ought the thunder of their Carabins Drown the sweet Ayres of our tun'd Violins Beleeve me friend if their prevailing powers Gain them a calm security like ours They 'l hang their Armes upon the Olive bough And dance and revell then as we doe now Vpon Master W. Mountague his return from travell LEad the black Bull to slaughter with the Bore And Lambe then purple with their mingled gore The Oceans curled brow that so we may The Sea-Gods for their carefull waftage pay Send gratefull lncense up in pious smoak To those mild spirits that cast a curbing yoak Vpon the stubborn winds that calmly blew To the wisht shore ou long'd-for Mountague Then whilst the Aromantique odours burn In honour of their Darling's safe return The Muses Quire shall thus with voyce and hand Bless the fair Gale that drove his ship to land Sweetly breathing Vernall Ayr That with kind warmth doest repayr Winters ruines from whose breast All the gums and spice of th' East Borrow their perfumes whose eye Gil'ds the morn and clears the sky Whose dishevel'd tresses shed Pearls upon the Violet bed On whose brow with calm smiles drest The Halcion sits and builds her nest Beauty Youth and endless spring Dwell upon thy rosie wing Thou if stormy Boreas throws Down whole Forrests when he blows With a pregnant flowery birth ' Canst refresh the teeming Earth If he nip the early bud If the blast what 's fayr on good If hee scatter our choyce flowers If she shake our hils or bowers If his vade breath threaten us Thou canst stroak great Eolus And from him the grace obtain To bind him in an Iron chain Thus whilst you deal your body 'mongst your friends And fill their circling armes my glad soul sends This her embrace Thus we of Delphos greet As Lay-men clasp their hands we joyn our feet To Master W. Mountague SIR I arest you at your Countries sute Who as a debt to her requires the fruit Of that rich stock which she by Natures hand Gave you in trust to th' use of this whole Land Next she endites you of a Felony For stealing what was her Propriety Your self from hence so seeking to convey The publike treasure of the State away More y' are accus'd of Ostracisme the Fate Impos'd or old by the Athenian state On eminent vertue but the curse which they Cast on their men You on your Countrey lay For thus divided from your noble part s This Kingdome lives in exile all hearts That rellish worth or honour being rent From your perfections suffer banishment These are your publike injuries but I Have a just private quarrell to defie And call you Coward thus to run away When you had pierc'd my heart not daring stay Till I redeem'd my honour but I swear By Celia's eyes by the same force to tear Your heart from you or not to end this strife Till I or find revenge or lose my life But as in single fights it oft hath been In that unequall equall tryall seen That he who had receiv'd the wrong at first Came from the Combat oft too with the worst So if you foyl me when we meet I 'l then Give you fair leave to wound me so agen On the Mariage of T. K. and C. C. the morning stormie SVch should this day be so the Sun should hide His bashfull face let the conquering Bride Without a Rivall shine whilst He forbeares To mingle his unequall beames with hers Or if sometimes he glance his squinting eye Between the parting clouds 't is but to spy Not emulate her glories so comes drest In veyles but as a Masquer to the feast Thus heaven should lowr such stormy gusts should blow Not to denounce ungentle Fates but show The cheerfull Bridegroom to the clouds and wind Hath all his teares and all his sighes assign'd Let Tempests struggle in the Ayr but rest Eternall calmes within thy peacefull brest Thrice happy Youth but ever sacrifice To that fayr hand that dry'd thy blubbred eyes That crownd thy head with Roses and turn'd all The plagues of love into a cordiall When first it joyn'd her Virgin snow to thine Which when to day the Priest shall recombine From the mysterious holy touch such charmes Will flow as shall unlock her wreathed armes And open a free passage to that fruit Which thou hast toyld for with a long pursute But ere thou feed that thou mayst better taste Thy present joyes think on thy torments past Think on the mercy freed thee think upon Her vertues graces beauties one by one So shalt thou relish all enjoy the whole Delights of her fair body and pure soul Then boldly to the fight of Love
be understood So shalt thou with thy pregnant fire The water earth and ayr inspire To the New yeare for the Countess of Carlile GIve Lucinda Pearl nor Stone Lend them light who else have none Let Her beauty shine alone Gums nor spice bring from the East For the Phoenix in Her breast Builds his funerall Pile and nest No tyre thou canst invent Shall to grace her forme be sent She adornes all ornament Give Her nothing but restore Those sweet smiles which heretofore In Her chearfull eyes she wore Drive those envious clouds away Veiles that have o'r-cast my day And ecclips'd Her brighter ray Let the royall Goth mow down This yeares harvest with his own Sword and spare Lucinda's frown Ianus if when next I trace Those sweet lines I in her face Read the Charter of my grace Then from bright Apollo's tree Such a Garland wreath'd shall be As shall Crown both Her and Thee To my Honoured friend Master Thomas May upon his Comedie The Heire THe Heir being born was in his tender age Rock'd in the Cradle of a private Stage There lifted up by many a willing hand The child did from the first day fairly stand Since having gather'd strength he dares preferre His steps into the publike Theater The world where he dispaires not but to find A doom from men more able not lesse kind I but his Vsher am yet if my word May pass I dare be bound he will afford Things must deserve a welcome if well known Such as best writers would have wish'd their own You shall observe his words in order meet And softly stealing on with equall feet Slide into even numbers with such grace As each word had been moulded for that place You shall perceive an amorous passion spun Into so smooth a web as had the Sun When he pursu'd the swiftly flying Maid Courted her in such language she had staid A love so well exprest must be the same The Author felt himself from his fair flame The whole plot doth alike it self disclose Through the five Acts as doth the Lock that goes With letters for till every one be known The Lock 's as fast as if you had found none And where his sportive Muse doth draw a thread Of mirth chast Matrons may not blush to read Thus have I thought it fitter to reveal My want of art dear friend than to conceal My love It did appear I did not mean So to commend thy well-wrought Comick-scene As men might judge my ayme rather to be To gain prayse to my self than give it thee Though I can give thee none but what thou hast Deserv'd and what must my faint breath out-last Yet was this garment though I skilless be To take thy measure only made for thee And if it prove too scant 't is cause the stuff Nature allow'd me was not large enough To my worthy friend Master Geo. Sands on his translation of the Psalmes I Press not to the Quire nor dare I greet The holy place with my unhallowed feet My unwasht Muse pollutes not things Divine Nor mingles her prophaner notes with thine Here humbly at the porch she stayes And with glad eares sucks in thy sacred layes So devout Penitents of Old were wont Some without doore and some beneath the Font To stand and hear the Churche's Liturgies Yet not assist the solemn exercise Sufficeth her that she a lay-place gain To trim thy Vestments or but bear thy train Though nor in tune nor wing she reach thy Lark Her Lyrick feet may dance before the Arke Who knows but that her wandring eys that run Now hunting Glow-worms may adore the Sun A pure flame may shot by Almighty powre Into her brest the earthy flame devoure My eys in penitentiall dew may steep That brine which they for sensuall love did weep So though 'gainst Natures course fire may be quencht With fire and water be with water drencht Perhaps my restless soul tyr'd with pursuit Of mortall beauty seeking without fruit Contentment there which hath not when enjoy'd Quencht all her thirst nor satisfied though cloy'd Weary of her vain search below Above In the first fair may find th' immortall Love Prompted by thy example then no more In moulds of clay will I my God adore But tear those Idols from my heart and write What his blest Spirit not fond Love shall indite Then I no more shall court the verdant Bay But the dry leaveless Trunk on Golgotha And rather strive to gain from thence one Thorn Than all the flourishing wreaths by Laureats worn To my much honoured friend HENRY Lord CARY of Lepington upon his translation of MALVEZZI My Lord IN every triviall work 't is known Translators must be masters of their own And of their Author's language but your task A greater latitude of skill did ask For your Malvezzi first requir'd a man To teach him speak vulgar Italian His matter 's so sublime so now his phrase So farre above the stile of Bemboe's dayes Old Varchie's rules or what the Trusca yet For currant Truscan mintage will admit As I beleeve your Marquess by a good Part of his Natives hardly understood You must expect no happier fate 't is true He is of noble birth of nobler you So nor your thoughts nor words fit common eares He writes and you translate both to your Peeres To my worthy Friend Master D'AVENANT Vpon his excellent Play The Iust Italian I 'L not mispend in praise the narrow room I borrow in this leaf the Garlands bloom From thine own seeds that crown each glorious page Of thy triumphant work the sullen Age Requires a Satyre What starre guides the soul Of these our froward times that date controul Yet dare not learn to judge When didst thou fly From hence clear candid Ingenuity I have beheld when pearch'd on the smooth brow Of a fair modest troop thou didst allow Applause to slighter workes but then the weak Spectator gave the knowing leave to spake Now noyse prevailes and he is tax'd for drowth Of wit that with the cry spends not his mouth Yet ask him reason why he did not like Him why he did their ignorance will strike Thy soul with scorn and pitty mark the places Provoke their smiles frowns or distorted faces When they admire nod shake the head they 'l be A scene of myrth a double Comedy But thy strong fancies raptures of the brain Drest in Poeticke flames they entertain As a bold impious reach for they 'l still slight All that exceeds Red Bull and Cockpit flight These are the men in crowded heaps that throng To that adulterate stage where not a tongue Of th' untun'd Kennell can a line repeat Of serious sense but like lips meet like meat Whilst the true brood of Actors that alone Keep naturall unstrain'd Action in her throne Behold their Benches bare though they rehearse The terser Beaumont's or great Iohnson's verse Repine not Thou then since this churlish fate Rules not the stage alone perhaps