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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A35654	Poems and translations with the Sophy / written by the Honourable Sir John Denham, Knight of the Bath.	Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.; Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669. Sophy.; Virgil. Aeneis. Liber 2. English.	1668 (1668)	Wing D1005; ESTC R4710	83,594	304

me for this horrid crime It is so like thy own In this I 'm sure Although in nothing else I am thy Son But when 't is done I leave him yet that remedy I take my self Revenge but I as well Will rob him of his anger as his joy And having sent her to the shades I 'le follow her But to return again and dwell In his dire thoughts for there 's the blacker hell Enter Messenger Mess. Sir your wife the Princess is come to visit you Prince Conduct her in now to my disguise again Enter Princess Princess Is this my Lord the Prince Prince That 's Erythaea Or some Angel voyc't like her 'T is she my strugling soul Would fain go out to meet and welcome her Erythaea No answer but in sighs dear Erythaea Thou cam'st to comfort to support my sufferings Not to oppress me with a greater weight To see that my Unhappiness Involves thee too Princess My Lord in all your triumphs and your glories You call'd me into all your joys and gave me An equal share and in this depth of misery Can I be unconcern'd you needs must know You needs must hope I cannot or which is worse You must suspect my love for what is love But sympathy And this I make my happiness Since both cannot be happy That we can both be miserable Prince I prithee do not say thou lov'st me For love or finds out equals or makes 'em so But I am so cast down and fal'n so low I cannot rise to thee and dare not wish Thou should'st descend to me but call it pity And I will own it then that Kings may give To beggars and not lessen their own greatness Princess Till now I thought virtue had stood above The reach of fortune but if virtue be not Yet love's a greater Deity whatever fortune Can give or take love wants not or despises Or by his own omnipotence supplies Then like a God with joy beholds The beauty of his own Creations Thus what we form and image to our fancies We really possess Prince But can thy imagination Delude it self to fix upon an object So lost in miseries so old in sorrows Paleness and death hang on my cheek and darkness Dwells in my eyes more chang'd from what I was In person than in fortune Princess Yet still the same to me Alas my Lord these outward beauties are but the props and scaffolds On which we built our love which now made perfect Stands without those supports nor is my flame So earthy as to need the dull material fuel Of eyes or lips or cheeks still to be kindled And blown by appetite or else t' expire My fires are purer and like those of Heaven Fed only and contented with themselves Need nothing from without Prince But the disgrace that waites upon misfortune The meer reproach the shame of being miserable Exposes men to scorn and base contempt Even from their nearest friends Princess Love is so far from scorning misery That he delights in 't and is so kindly cruel Sometimes to wish it that he may be alone In stead of all of fortunes honours friends which are But meer diversions from loves proper object Which only it is self Prince Thou hast almost Taught me to love my miseries and forgive All my misfortunes I 'le at least forget 'em We will revive those times and in our memories Preserve and still keep fresh like flowers in water Those happier days when at our eyes our souls Kindled their mutual fires their equal beams Shot and returned till linkt and twin'd in one They chain'd our hearts together Princess And was it just that fortune should begin Her tyranny where we began our loves No if it had why was not I blind too I 'm sure if weeping could have don 't I had been Prince Think not that I am blind but think it night A season for our loves and which to lovers Ne're seems too long and think of all our miseries But as some melancholy dream which has awak't us To the renewing of our joys Princess My Lord this is a temper Worthy the old Philosophers Prince I but repeat that lesson Which I have learnt from thee All this morality Thy love hath taught me Princess My Lord you wrong your virtue T' ascribe the effect of that to any cause Less noble than it self Prince And you your love To think it is less noble or less powerful Than any the best virtue and I fear thy love Will wrong it self so long a stay will make The jealous King suspect we have been plotting How do the pledges of our former love Our Children Princess Both happy in their Grandsires love especially The pretty Fatyma yet she According to her apprehension feels A sence of your misfortunes Prince But let her not too much express it Lest she provoke his fury Princess She only can allay it When 't is provok't she Plays with his rage and gets above his anger As you have seen a little boat To mount and dance upon the wave that threatens To overwhelm it Prince To threaten is to save but his anger Strikes us like thunder where the blow out-flies The loud report and even prevents mens fears Princess But then like thunder It rends a Cedar or an Oak or finds Some strong resisting matter women and children Are not Subjects worthy a Princes anger Prince Whatsoever Is worthy of their love is worth their anger Princess Love 's a more natural motion they are angry As Princes but love as men Prince Once more I beg Make not thy love thy danger Princess My Lord I see with what unwillingness You lay upon me this command and through your fears Discern your love and therefore must obey you Exit Prince Farewell my dearest Erythaea There 's a strange musick in her voice the story Of Orpheus which appears so bold a fiction Was prophecy'd of thee thy voyce has tam'd The Tygers and the Lions of my soul. Enter Messenger Mess. Sir your daughter Fatyma Prince Conduct her in how strangely am I tempted With opportunity which like a sudden gust Hath swell'd my calmer thoughts into a tempest Accursed opportunity The Midwife and the Bawd to all our vices That work'st our thoughts into desires desires To resolutions those being ripe and quickned Thou giv'st 'em birth and bring'st 'em forth to action Enter Fat. and Messenger Prince Leave us O opportunity That when my dire and bloudy resolutions Like sick and froward children Were rockt asleep by reason or religion Thou like a violent noise cam'st rushing in And mak'st 'em wake and start to new unquietness Come hither pretty Fatyma Thy Grandsires darling sit upon my knee He loves thee dearly Fat I Father for your sake Prince And for his sake I shall requite it O virtue virtue Where art thou fled thou wert my Reasons friend But that like a deposed Prince has yielded His Scepter to his base usurping vassals And like a traytor to himself takes pleasure In

13. But Death in all her forms appears From every thing he sees and hears For whom he leads and whom he bears 14. Love making all things else his Foes Like a fierce torrent overflows Whatever doth his course oppose 15. This was the cause the Poets sung Thy Mother from the Sea was sprung But they were mad to make thee young 16. Her Father not her Son art thou From our desires our actions grow And from the Cause the Effect must flow 17. Love is as old as place or time 'T was he the fatal Tree did climb Grandsire of Father Adam's crime 18. Well mayst thou keep this world in awe Religion Wisdom Honour Law The tyrant in his triumph draw 19. 'T is he commands the Powers above Phoebus resigns his Darts and Iove His Thunder to the God of Love 20. To him doth his feign'd Mother yield Nor Mars her Champions flaming shield Guards him when Cupid takes the Field 21. He clips hopes wings whose aery bliss Much higher than fruition is But less than nothing if it miss 22. When matches Love alone projects The Cause transcending the Effects That wild-fire's quencht in cold neglects 23. Whilst those Conjunctions prove the best Where Love 's of blindness dispossest By perspectives of Interest 24. Though Solomon with a thousand wives To get a wise Successor strives But one and he a Fool survives 25. Old Rome of Children took no care They with their Friends their beds did share Secure t'adopt a hopeful Heir 26. Love drowsie days and stormy nights Makes and breaks Friendship whose delights Feed but not glut our Appetites 27. Well chosen Friendship the most noble Of Vertues all our joys makes double And into halves divides our trouble 28. But when the unlucky knot we tye Care Avarice Fear and Jealousie Make Friendship languish till it dye 29. The Wolf the Lyon and the Bear When they their prey in pieces tear To quarrel with themselves forbear 30. Yet timerous Deer and harmless Sheep When Love into their veins doth creep That law of Nature cease to keep 31. Who then can blame the Amorous Boy Who the Fair Helen to enjoy To quench his own set fire on Troy 32. Such is the worlds preposterous fate Amongst all Creatures mortal hate Love though immortal doth Create 33. But Love may Beasts excuse for they Their actions not by Reason sway But their brute appetites obey 34. But Man 's that Savage Beast whose mind From Reason to self-Love declin'd Delights to prey upon his Kind ON Mr ABRAHAM COWLEY His Death and Burial amongst the Ancient Poets OLd Chaucer like the morning Star To us discovers day from far His light those Mists and Clouds dissolv'd Which our dark Nation long involv'd But he descending to the shades Darkness again the Age invades Next like Aurora Spencer rose Whose purple blush the day foreshows The other three with his own fires Phoebus the Poets God inspires By Shakespear ' s Iohnson ' s Fletcher ' s lines Our Stages lustre Romes's outshines These Poets neer our Princes sleep And in one Grave their Mansion keep They liv'd to see so many days Till time had blasted all their Bays But cursed be the fatal hour That pluckt the fairest sweetest flower That in the Muses Garden grew And amongst wither'd Lawrels threw Time which made them their Fame outlive To Cowly scarce did ripeness give Old Mother Wit and Nature gave Shakespear and Fletcher all they have In Spencer and in Iohnson Art Of flower Nature got the start But both in him so equal are None knows which bears the happy'st share To him no Author was unknown Yet what he wrote was all his own He melted not the ancient Gold Nor with Ben Iohnson did make bold To plunder all the Roman stores Of Poets and of Orators Horace his wit and Virgil's state He did not steal but emulate And when he would like them appear Their Garb but not their Cloaths did wear He not from Rome alone but Greece Like Iason brought the Golden Fleece To him that Language though to none Of th' others as his own was known On a stiff gale as Flaccus sings The Theban Swan extends his wings When through th' aetherial Clouds he flies To the same pitch our Swan doth rise Old Pindar's flights by him are reacht When on that gale his wings are stretcht His fancy and his judgment such Each to the other seem'd too much His severe judgment giving Law His modest fancy kept in awe As rigid Husbands jealous are When they believe their Wives too fair His English stream so pure did flow As all that saw and tasted know But for his Latin vein so clear Strong full and high it doth appear That were immortal Virgil here Him for his judge he would not fear Of that great Portraicture so true A Copy Pencil never drew My Muse her Song had ended here But both their Genii strait appear Joy and amazement her did strike Two Twins she never saw so like T was taught by wise Pythagoras One Soul might through more Bodies pass Seeing such Transmigration here She thought it not a Fable there Such a resemblance of all parts Life Death Age Fortune Nature Arts Then lights her Torch at theirs to tell And shew the world this Parallel Fixt and contemplative their looks Still turning over Natures Books Their works chast moral and divine Where profit and delight combine They guilding dirt in noble verse Rustick Philosophy rehearse When Heroes Gods or God-like Kings They praise on their exalted wings To the Celestial orbs they climb And with the Harmonious sphears keep time Nor did their actions fall behind Their words but with like candour shin'd Each drew fair Characters yet none Of these they feign'd excels their own Both by two generous Princes lov'd Who knew and judg'd what they approv'd Yet having each the same desire Both from the busie throng retire Their Bodies to their Minds resign'd Car'd not to propagate their Kind Yet though both fell before their hour Time on their off-spring hath no power Nor fire nor fate their Bays shall blast Nor Death's dark vail their day o'recast A Speech against Peace at the close Committee To the Tune of I went from England BUt will you now to Peace incline And languish in the main design And leave us in the lurch I would not Monarchy destroy But only as the way to enjoy The ruine of the Church Is not the Bishops Bill deny'd And we still threatned to be try'd You see the Kings embraces Those Councels he approv'd before Nor doth he promise which is more That we shall have their Places Did I for this bring in the Scot For 't is no Secret now the Plot Was Sayes and mine together Did I for this return again And spend a Winter there in vain Once more to invite them hither Though more our Money than our Cause Their Brotherly assistance draws My labour was not lost At my return I brought you thence

serving them Fat But Father I desir'd him that you might have liberty and that He would give you your eyes again Prince Pretty Innocence 'T is not i' th' art nor power of man to do it Fat Must you never see again then Father Prince No not without a miracle Fat Why Father I can see with one eye pray take one Of mine Prince I would her innocent prate could overcome me O what a conflict do I feel how am I Tost like a ship 'twixt two encountring tides Love that was banisht hence would fain return And force an entrance but revenge That 's now the Porter of my soul is deaf Deaf as the Adder and as full of poyson Mighty revenge that single canst o'rethrow All those joynt powers which nature vertue honour Can raise against thee Fat What do you seek for your handkerchief pray use mine To drink the bloudy moisture from your eyes I 'le shew 't my Grandfather I know 't will make him weep Why do you shake Father Just so my Grandsire trembled at the instant Your sight was ta'ne away Prince And upon the like occasion Fat O Father what means the naked knife Prince 'T is to requite thy Grandsires love Prepare To meet thy death Fat O 't is I 't is I Your daughter Fatyma Prince I therefore do it Fat Alas was this the blessing my mother sent me to receive Prince Thy Mother Erythaea There 's something in that That shakes my resolution Poor Erythaea how wretched shall I make thee To rob thee of a Husband and a Child But which is worse that first I fool'd and won thee To a belief that all was well and yet Shall I forbear a crime for love of thee And not for love of virtue But what 's virtue A meer imaginary sound a thing Of speculation which to my dark soul Depriv'd of reason is as indiscernable As colours to my body wanting sight Then being left to sense I must be guided By something that my sense grasps and takes hold of On then my love and fear not to encounter That Gyant my revenge alas poor Fatyma My Father loves thee so do's Erythaea Whether shall I by justly plaguing Him whom I hate be more unjustly cruel To her I love Or being kind to her Be cruel to my self and leave unsatisfied My anger and revenge but Love thou art The nobler passion and to thee I sacrifice All my ungentle thoughts Fatyma forgive me And seal it with a kiss What is 't I feel The spirit of revenge re-inforcing New Arguments Fly Fatyma Fly while thou may'st nor tempt me to new mischief By giving means to act it to this ill My will leads not my power but power my will Ex. Fat O what a tempest have I scap't thanks to Heaven And Erythaea's love No 't was a poor a low revenge unworthy My virtues or my injuries and As now my fame so then my infamy Would blot out his And I in stead of his Empire Shall only be the heir of all his curses No I 'le be still my self and carry with me My innocence to th' other world and leave My fame to this 't will be a brave revenge To raise my mind to a constancy so high That may look down upon his threats my patience Shall mock his fury nor shall he be so happy To make me miserable and my sufferings shall Erect a prouder Trophy to my name Than all my prosperous actions Every Pilot Can steer the ship in calms but he performs The skilful part can manage it in storms Finis Actus Quarti Actus Quintus Enter Prince Prince If happiness be a substantial good Not fram'd of accidents nor subject to 'em I err'd to seek it in a blind revenge Or think it lost in loss of sight or Empire 'T is something sure within us not subjected To sense or sight only to be discern'd By reason my soul's eye and that still sees Clearly and clearer for the want of these For gazing through these windows of the body It met such several such distracting objects But now confin'd within it self it sees A strange and unknown world and there discovers Torrents of Anger Mountains of Ambition Gulfes of Desire and Towers of Hope huge Giants Monsters and savage Beasts to vanquish these Will be a braver conquest than the old Or the new world O happiness of blindness now no beauty Inflames my lust no others good my envy Or misery my pity no mans wealth Draws my respect nor poverty my scorn Yet still I see enough Man to himself Is a large prospect rays'd above the level Of his low creeping thoughts if then I have A world within my self that world shall be My Empire there I 'le raign commanding freely And willingly obey'd secure from fear Of forraign forces or domestick treasons And hold a Monarchy more free more absolute Than in my Fathers seat and looking down With scorn or pity on the slippery state Of Kings will tread upon the neck of Fate Ex. Enter Bashaws disguis'd with Haly. 1. Bash. Sir 't is of near concernment and imports No less than the Kings life and honour Ha. May not I know it Bash. You may Sir But in his presence we are sworn T' impart it first to him Ha. Our Persian State descends not To Interviews with strangers But from whence Comes this discovery or you that bring it 2. Bash. We are Sir of Natolia Ha. Natolia Heard you nothing Of two Villains that lately fled from hence 1. Bash. The Bashaws Sir Ha. The same 2. Bash. They are nearer than you think for Ha. Where 1. Bash. In Persia. Ha. In arms again to ' tempt another slavery 2. Bash. No Sir they made some weak attempts presuming on The reputation of their former greatness But having lost their fame and fortunes 'T is no wonder they lost their friends now hopeless and forlorn They are return'd and somewhere live obscurely To expect a change in Persia nor wil't be hard To find ' em Ha. Do 't and name your own rewards 2. Bash. We dare do nothing till we have seen the King And then you shall command us Ha. Well though 't is not usual Ye shall have free access Exit Haly. Enter King and Haly. 1. Bash. Sir there were two Turkish prisoners lately fled From hence for a suppos'd conspiracy Between the Prince and them King Where are the Villaines 1. Bash. This is the Villain Sir And we the wrongfully accus'd You gave life Sir And we took it As a free noble gift but when we heard 'T was valued at the price of your Sons honour We came to give it back as a poor trifle Priz'd at a rate too high King Haly I cannot think my favours plac'd so ill To be so ill requited yet their confidence Has something in 't that looks like innocence Ha. aside Is 't come to that then to my last and surest refuge King Sure if the guilt were theirs they could not charge thee With such