to Heav'n advance 4. To Gods themselves we come most near When true love reigns Hence we to th' stars like Comets Sphere With fiery trains Thus Heav'nly joys abound When love's pure Sphere turns round To the Fair One. 1. HOW Cupid in Clarinda's Eyes Doth skip doth sport and play From whence his flaming Arrow flies And makes us all obey 2. We like the Persians do adore Those glorious Orbs of thine And when we may not see them more In Sables we repine 3. The Venus-Star is not so bright When Night's dark Scene doth draw As thy fair Eyes which can by right To Monarchs give a Law. 4. My Dear Clarinda don 't be coy Nor dart on me a frown Lest you your Lover quite dismay And cast your Suiter down The Combate 1. AS Strephon and fair Flora lay Enwrapt with clasped Arms And silent cropt the rapt'ring joy That flows from Beauty's charms 2. The much-belov'd Amyntas came To pay his Sacrifice And strait spy'd out their secret Game With 's envious sparkling Eyes 3. He then incens'd could not endure A Rival of his Love But did his Foe forthwith assure His right to her he 'd prove 4. They then an equal Duel fought For her their only prize Until her trembling Spirits taught Their Hearts to sympathize 5. She sigh'd and strait did prostrate fall To beg a mutual Peace Oh Heav'ns Oh Heav'ns To you I call Their Passion to appease 6. Each furious blow to me brings Death Hold Hold these thoughts resign Will ye drive out my wav'ring Breath Was ever Fate like mine The Lover's Complaint 1. WHY dost thou cruel God of Love So wound my flagrant heart Thy tort'ring Brand I can't remove By all the helps of Art. 2. I burn I freeze I take no ease But toss like Waves o' th' main I hate I love My pains encrease I strive alas in vain 3. My Fair One's scorn nor cold repulse Extinguish not my fire The more she frowns and seems averse The more I her admire 4. What then may I now ruminate All hopes of her do dy Despair must prove my horrid fate I 'll languish faint and dy The Lover's Wish 1. LET Monarchs triumph in their Pride And Caesars at Court still reside Jove grant me the Phoenix I love Then th' happiest of Swains I shall prove 2. The Pomps of the World I reject Which cannot from troubles protect Jove c. 3. Love's raptures the sweetest of toys Which locks up our senses in joys Jove c. 4. Love's charms still great Souls should inspire And warm their brave Blood with hot fire Jove c. 5. The Elysium of bliss we enjoy When love in our hearts bears the sway Jove grant me the Phoenix I love Then the happiest of Swains I shall prove 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 1. TO Mars I will my Life devote Come Vulcan come make me a Coat Of Mail Command each Slave That works in Aetna's Cave My Thunderbolts to carve 2. Achilles-like in Armour bright I 'll march and lead the Fight My Sword shall clear the way And to Thee Victims pay By ev'ry Man I slay 3. On threat'ning Death I 'll boldly gaze No terrors shall my Soul amaze My Courser I will ride And like a Bride-groom Pride To marry Death my Bride 4. Let Trumpets sound let Drums alarm Let Cannons roar let Bullets storm It 's Musick in my ear Grim Death I scorn to fear I 'll break through dangers near Gynemisia 1. UNhappy Man Why dost thou dote Thus on faithless Woman This is to trust thy tott'ring Boat To Waves that toss o' th' Main 2. Though in their mouths like murm'ring Bees They do sweet Honey bring Yet in their Tayls there lurking lies A sharp and deadly sting 3. Their winks their becks their glancing smiles Their fleers and seemings glad Are Lures whereby they do beguile And Deaths in Liveries clad 4. Tell 'em what Hell-exceeding pain For them you undergo They 're all of Marble and in vain Your grief you let 'em know 5. Nay then the more they 'll seem to scorn And cast a killing Eye That thou may'st wish thou ne're wast born Or being born to dy 6. But grant thy Prayers should prevail And get a nuptial Bed Ere Morn thou would'st thy case bewail And see thy joys were fled 7. Perhaps she 'll prove a Wife o' th' Horn And seek unlawful play She 'll have Gallants and thee quite scorn And then where is thy joy 8. 'T is best to lead a single life Void of these gilded Ills Where pleasure sits without all strife As in th' Elysian Fields On Caelia 's glancing Eyes 1. AS lovely Caelia fraught with joys Doth cross the spacious Plains Her glancing Eye her heart betrays And charms the rural Swains 2. The Lightning flash doth melt the steel And makes it flow with streams Thus thus our hearts to melt we feel Being pierc'd with Caelia's beams 3. The Star shoots through the spangled parts Till it in gelly dies But killing are the sparkling Darts That fly from Caelia's Eyes 4. The Basilisk with 's poys'nous Eyes Doth close pursuers kill When Caelia looks on Man he dies She acts new murthers still 5. She hates compassion loves to see Man burn and dy in charms Who ardently implore to be Embraced in her arms 6. Hence may these cruel Planets set Ne're to be more ador'd ' Less all their rigour they 'll forget And bless whene're implor'd On my dubious Condition COme all ye Feathers of my Soul And Wing me to the starry Pole To the Elysium let me soar Where doubtful Fate can harm no more But if the Gods do joys deny In some dark Chaos let me ly Where I may know my fatal pain And not 'twixt Life and Death remain 'T is worse than Death to hang in doubt 'Twixt Heav'n and Hell and ne're get out Like Tantalus I strive in vain The flying Waters to detain I 'm tost from Rock to Rock and then Fond hope doth rigg me up agen Till hard despair doth overthrow All that weak hope did build so slow O then that I could know my fate And Fortune's Wheel would keep one state That its swift turns might cheat no more I 've been deceiv'd enough before The Vale. PHillis farewel For 't is time to rebel When Tyrants with fury do swell Long have I lain and ador'd you in vain And now would you kill me with pain But cold is my heart nor e're shall it smart ' Cause you 'll not your Amours impart Then never believe that hence I will grieve But scorn for your scorn I can give I 'll love you no more my folly is o're Which made me so ardent before No Beauty I see my Eyes being free Which once were so blinded with thee Fancy did move when I courted thy love For thou did'st a Venus ne're prove But grant thou hadst been as fair as a Queen Thy cruelty spoiled thy mien For those that still are as cruel as fair Be never
Vnto Rembombo MY loathing heart Rembombo can't thee love Nor can I this with Arguments now prove Of this thing only can I thee assure I can't thee for thy noysom Breath endure Love. MY Heart is gone no more it is mine own For she that claims it who can't scorn a Crown Fiery Passion MY Dearest Life I cannot brook delay Haste fly come quick or else I dy this day Despair MY Fair One's Fire is into Ice congeal'd And hence alas my horrid doom is seal'd Break Break O Heart Weep tears of blood O Eyes I now must dy love's martyr'd Sacrifice The last Petition GRant me my last request My fatal Dear Upon my Fun'ral Urn distil a tear 'T is but a Debt most due and just since I For you alone did Rivers weep and dy An Ode unto a scornful Lady 1. WHY proud Lucynda why Dost hold thy Head so high Above our Spheres Would'st thou fain center Jove And with Pride charm him down A Vassal to thy frown Alas The Gods such tow'ring hearts ne'r love 2. Tho' Roses mixt with Snow By art do florid blow In thy fictitious Cheeks who will adore Such gilded trifling toys Such false and fleeting joys Which kill when please and then are seen no more 3. Thou' rt now puft up with Pride And scorn'st to be a Bride Unless to Heav'n Swell up your pregnant Sails And soar there if you can Thy Life is but a span As well as mine Know fate will pitch her Toils 4. Thy blust'ring Pride can't save Thee from the vorant Grave But when thou hast a few more minutes spent The terror of decay Will fright thee into Clay And then in dust thy lofty Pride 's impent 5. Thy Ruby Lips Thy Eyes Like Starry Orbs Thy Skies Of Marble Veins when pale-fac'd Death shall seise Like mine must fade away And turn again to clay Nor are they better in the Urn than these 6. Why then dost thou thus ride Upon the Wings of Pride And scorn adoring Man as tho' unmeet For one so fair as you Know Beauty 'll soon adieu And then who'll e're fall prostrate at your feet An Ode to his jealous Mistress 1. MAdam I thought your Faith had been more strong Than to believe that ever I could wrong Love vow'd to you my Soul's delight And only Joy tho' envious spite Accus'd me false to you When Heaven knows I 'm true 2. True True resolv'd and constant I abide And do not steer away with ev'ry Tide As false and fickle Lovers do Whose Appetites are still for new By Heav'ns you have my heart From whom it can't depart 3. The Center that is fix'd to Jove's great Throne Can sooner be discus'd than one ev'n one Of all my former vows to you Be broke and I perfidious grow I 'll like Leander prove Still constant in my love 4. Then don't let that accurst Dog Jealousie Backt with report more gripe and torture thee Your faithful Servant I 'll remain As long as Heav'ns me life do deign Now what my Pen hath vow'd My Passion will make good SONGS 1. WHen through the Woods a nimble Deer I vig'rous once did chase And brandishing my fatal Spear Oppos'd his horned Face 2. When Rock-wood made the Groves to ring I like Actaeon found Diana slumb'ring near a Spring Lay claspt upon the ground 3. I thought it was some Goddess lay Enwrapt in golden dreams Her Snowy Arms she did display Lul'd fast with murm'ring streams 4. I first refus'd her gentle ease To break with obsequies But then my Passion did encrease And I unclos'd her Eyes 5. Which like two rising Suns did shine When the lov'liest Creature To me did joyfully resign Every smiling feature 6. I rais'd her up and did salute Her with a tender kiss And when her Spirits did recruit She consummates my bliss 7. What raptures did my burning Breast With am'rous joys inspire How was my zealous heart possest With loves love's gentle fire 8. At length alas Sol's absent ray The glimmering World defaces And thus we spent that happy day In mutual imbraces The Syren 1. WHen Phoebus dipt his blushing rays In the deep Euxine Port And eager of his rapt'ring joys To 's Tethys did resort 2. I gently mov'd my careless Feet To crop the Ev'ning joys And near a purling stream so sweet I heard my Fair One's Voice 3. Where I lay down on the soft grass To listen to her art Whilst ev'ry note and high-rais'd flash Did penetrate my heart 4. She like the charming Nightingale Did her sweet cares complain Whilst ev'ry whisp'ring gentle gale Did breathe to me her pain 5. Love's raptures then my Soul did seise And urg'd me to proceed Nor I my Passion could appease Until her charms agreed 6. She then did chearful words impart 'T was time Dear Joy to rise Whereas I see thy burning heart To sparkle through thine Eyes The Acquest 1. LOng long had my Fair One seem'd coy And blasted my hopes with a Nay But at length th' fierce flame of desire And sense of true joy Did steal her away And blow'd up her languishing fire 2. Love Love in her heart is now come And lights up his Torch with new flame She loves me she hugs me and clips No more she 'll conceal Nor stifle her zeal With Kisses she 'll wear out my Lips. 3. Coy frowns are now chang'd into smiles And hope all despair now beguiles With glances she vows me her love With sighs she doth seal To me her hearts zeal And in raptures doth coo like a Dove 4. To me then my Fair One resort That we like two Turtles may sport In the pleasures of love and enjoy What your scorn so long From us did prolong And never no more be so coy A Catch 1. LET the Brimmers go round Like the Sun in the Sky And the Glasses be crown'd Till a Globe they descry 2. In th' Abyss of the Bowls Let us plunge all dull care And let 's swell up our Souls With our Nectar so rare 3. We 'll this Night drink and sing And brisk Bacchus admire But when Morning doth spring We 'll begin to retire 4. Then make use of your time Come troul it away For I think it no crime Thus our lives to enjoy The Shepherd 1. WHilst I my tender Flocks did feed In Tempe's lovely Plains And when from care my Breast was freed Amongst the rural Swains 2. I spy'd a shady Willow-Bed Near to my grazing Sheep Where I lay'd down my thoughtless Head And tun'd my self asleep 3. My Dear Florella passing by My trembling hand did take And mov'd me with a gentle cry Ah Corydon awake 4. At first she seem'd to be a Grace To my dim slumb'ring Eyes At length I knew Florella's Face And did to her arise 5. In mutual arms with equal flame We did each other hold And when the dawning Ev'ning came We drove our Flocks to fold A Catch COme Come Boys fill up your Glasses And drink to the Lasses Let cheerful
Bacchus now abound And Kisses too go round Let ev'ry Man now take his Glass And 's kiss present to 's Lass For he 's a sluggish drowzy Ass That will let either pass Good Wine will make us brisk and gay And fill our hearts with joy And then a lovely Damsel's kiss Will consummate our bliss No one was ever in the dumps Whilst Wine and Virgin 's Rumps He did pursue Here lies pleasure And the World 's choice treasure Strike up then Sparks And fear no claps In these sweet Virgins Laps But when you do new Spirits lack Here 's good Maligo Sack. Love abus'd turns to hate 1. I Never thought I could be shot With Cupid's fiery Dart But now he hath Dominion got And penetrates my heart For Cupid's Arrows do resistless prove And all are subject to the charms of love 2. When first Althea's lovely Eyes On me did seem to play She did my Spirits strait surprise And rapt my Soul away So soon a Damsel's glance and charming smile Doth fire our Breasts and make our Blood to boyl 3. I then beseech'd my Dearest Love To consummate my Joys And meet me in a silent Grove With Phoebus setting rays For what 's the rapt'ring bliss of Lovers charms When they ly clasped in each others arms 4. I long did wait 'twixt hope and fear And ev'ry gentle gale That lightly toucht my list'ning Ear I thought Althea's call How great how strong alas was love's love's pow'r When ev'ry minute seem'd a tedious hour 5. At length of her I did despair And all my hopes resign Ah false Althea Tho' so fair Yet thou dost prove unkind Now that which I so dearly lov'd I hate And that I ever lov'd I curse my Fate LIFE 1. WHat is Life if we live Still dying with cares If we languish and grieve Still damned to fears 'T is Hell upon Earth and a Grave that is made Before we are dead and our Fate doth invade 2. Why are blessings showr'd down If not to be enjoy'd Why doth Nectar abound If use is deny'd Sure the Gods for Man's mirth consult and his joy When Vineyards their Crowns of fair Grapes do display 3. Then no more let 's repine Let sorrow away But let 's squeeze out the Wine Then taste and enjoy Lest the Gods thro' neglect should their favours detain For Blessings unus'd become needless and vain 4. Ah! Then fill up the Bowl Like Poets we'll bibble And whilst round it doth roul With Misses we 'll quibble For he that revolts from his Glass or his Lass Is justly esteem'd a nonsensical Ass The fair Enchantress 1. WHat pow'rful charms Calisto's Eyes Do prove to mortal Swains They make our Passion strait arise And soon enflame our veins 2. Her charming smiles do pierce our hearts And strait our Souls enthral Her Ruby Lips do wound like Darts To which we Victims fall 3. We gaze we gaze still more admire And all we know 's to yield She burns our Breasts with secret fire And conq'ring quits the field 4. My Dear Calisto Consolate Your Lover's bleeding heart And which you 've caus'd soon cure my fate Or else my Life 's but short A Catch 1. LET Statesmen their honour advance Let the Prodigals pride And still deck up each side With Pamphlets All-a-mode de France 2. Let Puritans vertue improve Let the Misers ne're rest Till with blessings opprest Still dreading t' enjoy what they love 3. Alas Let such cares all adieu Let damn'd troubles farewel That are wont to rebel ' Gainst us when we pleasures pursue 4. Come Come Boys we 'll drown 'em in Wine We 'll drink till w' are free Then away we will flee And our hearts to our Misses resign Musick 's Empyreum occasioned by the sight of a young Lady playing on the Flute near St. James 's Park 1. AS lovely Delia charming sate Near Tagus golden streams And warbling out her Syren's art Display'd her beauteous beams 2. The glorious Angels Thrones above Forsook her tunes to hear And Heav'n's bright Choirs did Rivals prove Which should her Triumphs bear 3. Her charms the Crystal Rivers won To stop their course and stay Whilst Nymphs about 'em joyful run And th' feather'd Crew did play 4. Brisk Echo from the trembling Grove Did break her shrillest Voice And still in vain to answer strove Whilst ev'ry Tree rejoyc'd 5. The nimble Harts did skip for joy When strait they heard her charms And ev'ry spark did wish and pray To clasp her Snowy Arms. 6. But tho' in vain fond wishes were Yet they had pow'r to please So Lovers sometimes banish care When nothing else can ease The Prisoner's Complaint IF Heaven's choir can pity take If God's poor Swains don't still forsake Send me relief Whose heart is full of tort'ring pains Whose restless Soul alas contains A Tyde of grief I 'm now involv'd in dismal Cell Much like the deep Abyss of Hell Alas My woe I once did happy times enjoy And tasted pleasures ev'ry day Tho' now 't is so Hence far more wretched I become And think it now a greater doom To be confin'd Where Iron Bands my Members press And tire my Limbs nor do they less Disturb my mind No sweet Parenthesis of ease Doth my continu'd pangs appease I 'm still in Death The Stone of Sisyphus I roul And Tityan Vultures tear my Soul. Oh Hell on Earth My Summer Friends are from me gone I 'm now in Winter left alone What Friends had I O Gods soon ease my sorrow's weight With your kind hands or else I 'll strait Despair and dy The Effeminate Courtship 1. LOng Long Amaryllis had woo'd And for her Menalcas had su'd When still he repuls'd her the more And the colder he grew But th' earnester she did implore And still urg'd him anew Still cruel still cruel Oh! Why Wilt leave me to languish and dy 2. Thou triumph'st enthron'd in my heart Which Cupid has pierc'd with his Dart I 'll love thee I 'll clip thee I 'll hug Thee about with my Arms I 'll sport thee I 'll kiss thee and smug And I 'll lull thee with charms Still c. 3. My heart I will freely resign And still to thy will I 'll incline As true as true Blue I will prove No Ram's Horns shalt thou wear Nor e're in the Frigat shalt move Which peckt Cuckolds doth bear Still c. 4. Don't I smile and slick up my brow And call you to Dinner from Plow And every moment you stay When I 've call'd seems a year And do not I thee still obey And endeavour t' endear Still c. 5. In Marriage let 's firmly then join And all that is mine shall be thine The Cart and the Plow thou may'st drive And get money apace I 'll Knit Spin and Card and I 'll strive To procure thee a Race Still c. 6. Each year I will bring thee a Calf As big as a Bull and a half And when we have rear'd these brave Boys Then
they Carters shall be I 'll bring too a bonny brave Joice To crush Cheeses with me Still cruel still cruel Oh! Why Wilt leave me to languish and dy The Invitation 1. APproach my pretty Dear And sit upon my Knee What Omen dost thou hear That makes thee fly from me 2. Why fear'st thy Maiden-head To give to one so true Thou shalt have mine instead And I 'll exchange with you 3. To what intent had you Your Sex from Heav'n above Less you its use do shew By th' ecstasies of love 4. What pleasures hence do spring We both shall swim in joy Nor envy Prince nor King Then why dost seem so coy 5. What dost thou yet ev'n frown A pox upon such toys Come Come My Dear ly down And we 'll promote our joys The Sympathy 1. O Fair Clorina Whom doth fate Thus menace in your brow Can I thy joys anew create And make thee happy grow 2. Ye Heav'ns To me reveal the cause That makes my Fair One grieve 'T is Death to me amaz'd to pause And not her pains relieve 3. My Soul's Soul and my Joy declare From whence these storms arise Let me absterge each pearly tear That sparkles in thine Eyes 4. Clear up thy Front and change this Scene Let joys expel sad care Dost think thy frets by me are seen And I not bear a share A drinking Song 1. LEt 's drink up our Wine Our Wits 't will refine It banishes care it procreates joy 'T will make us both wise both frolick and gay 2. Great Souls it doth raise To a rapture of joys It quickens the thoughts The fancy inspires And flames up a Poet with vap'ring Fires 3. Apollo can prove That Nectar doth move The mental conceit with fancycal flight He high'st aspires when h' as tipl'd all night 4. Then fill up the Glass By none let it pass And here is a Health to our gracious King For whom we will drain out old Bacchus's Spring The Beggar 's Felicity 1. LO Lo How the Beggars now play They Sun their fat Herds They stroke their long Beards And mantle themselves in Sol's ray 2. They wander through every coast And never do stray Nor miss of their way But of their brown Lasses they boast 3. With hunger when they are opprest Their Packs they unloose And Scraps do educe Whilst on the soft Grass they do feast 4. Grim Envy at them ne're doth strike Securely they sleep And safe o' th' ground creep Like Snow that doth rest in the Dike 5. No cares do perplex their free brain But when they can get A penny they 're great And merrily spend it again 6. Their Pets they embrace and enjoy They carry the Pack With Bastard at back And none are so happy as they 7. All day they do rant and they sing When Night doth o're spread They seek not a Bed But ligg near some murm'ring Spring 8. Where the Heav'ns their Canopy prove The Stars do enlight Their Chambers at night Whilst they sport in the raptures of love 9. Thus Beggers have joy without end Thus Vagrants a Life Enjoy without strife And Monarchs in bliss do transcend The Dissolution 1. WHat fatal influence rules the day What cruel Planet bears the sway That makes Clarissa seem so coy 2. Her sparkling Eyes like Lightning dart Their fiery flashes at my heart Which can ne're melt nor feel the smart 3. Her Front with Clouds doth ly obscur'd Yet thence no drops can be allur'd To quench my Flames by her inur'd 4. Should I on her sow'r Face presume To cast a glance she strait would fume As though thereby t' increase my doom 5. But fy Clarissa why dost frown On whom thou canst no more cast down Because I am no more thine own 6. For none but Fools whose weaker brain Distemper'd doats would love retain For those who will not love again The Voyage 1. YE sacred Pow'rs that rule the Main Ye Nymphs that sport i' th' Deep Green Neptune's Tridens and his Train Whose Laws the Waters keep To you I trust my self With prosp'rous Gales Therefore may you promote my pregnant Sails 2. O' th' sordid Land let others rust In purer Spheres I 'll live Nor shall the storms deject my trust Nor curled Waves me grieve For still the Gods do innocence protect On threat'ning Fate I 'll dauntless then despect 3. Tho' greedy Death doth seem to ride O' th' back of ev'ry wave And when it does again subside It shews to me a Grave I 'll not through fear my Votives swear to pay But I 'll triumph and swell as well as they 4. The barking Scylla I 'll not fear Nor deep Charybdis dread Thro' Rocks thro' Storms thro' Sands I 'll stear Safe to my Haven's Bed. And when the Winds do sigh and toss the Main I 'll mock them with my feigned sighs again 5. The Indians Gold I 'll see but spurn The Trojan soil I 'll view To Venice I 'll my Streamers turn And then to Rome I 'll go The mirrors of all Coasts I will pursue And search the wonders of the Ocean too 6. O then what pleasure will it be When I 'm arriv'd my shore To recollect the casualty That I 've endur'd before The grateful memory of dangers past Doth consolate ev'n till we breathe our last The Hunt. HArk yonder how the Woods do ring Diana's sport doth now begin Brisk Echo doth reverberate What sweet-tongu'd Chanter doth relate It puts to blush the Morning ray To see the Nymphs so post away The great Apollo strings his Bow And at the prey his Darts doth throw Out comes the Stag which when they see Away the little Lurkers flee Fly nimble Swift do run in view And just i' th' Breech the prey pursue Thro' Hills thro' Dales thro' Groves they fleet And thred the Thicks with winged Feet When Jovy Rock-wood his Voice shows And with full scent holds up his Nose Bold Rav'ner and stout Thunder too Do Musick to their Ears renew But lo they 're all now at a Mute When true-nos'd Whisker find's pursuit And ope's his Jaws then with full cry Away they whisk like Wind and fly The tim'rous Stag they view again And without loss the scent retain They run like Lightning and so smart That they 'll soon break his panting Heart Down drops the Prey the Dogs do seize Till them the Huntsman doth appease He winds retreats and with his Spear Well-poys'd doth pierce th' expiring Deer Gynephilia 1. LET those that will fair Women hate And quite abhor Cause they suppose they fascinate Those that adore I 'll thank my Stars I may So great a bliss enjoy 2. So fair a piece as Woman is The World can't shew She 's the Elysium of true bliss Our Idol too Her Front her Cheeks her Eyes May well the Gods surprise 3. With charms she chases care away From poor Man's Breast She fills his Soul with rapt'ring joy And makes him blest Her smiles her frisks and glance His Soul