as he pleas'd cou'd mold They march'd to his high Numbers and did fight With that instinct and rage which he did write When he fell lower they would strait retreat Grow soft and calm and temper their bold heat Such Magick is in Vertue See hear a young Tyrtaeus too whose sweet persuasive Song Can lead our Spirits any way and move To all Adventures either War or Love Then veil the bright Etesia that choice She Lest Mars Timander's Friend his Rival be So fair a Nymph drest by a Muse so neat Might warm the North and thaw the frozen Gete Tho. Powel D. D. To the ingenious Author of Thalia Rediviva Ode I. WHere Reverend Bards of old have sate And sung the pleasant enterludes of Fate Thou takest the hereditary shade Which Natures homely Art had made And thence thou giv'st thy Muse her swing and she Advances to the Galaxie There with the sparkling Cowley she above Does hand in hand in graceful Measures move We groveling Mortals gaze below And long in vain to know Her wondrous paths her wondrous flight In raine alas we grope In vain we use our earthly Telescope We 'r blinded by an intermedial night Thine Eagle-Muse can only face The fiery Coursers in their race While with unequal paces we do try To bear her train aloft and keep her company II. The loud harmonious Mantuan Once charm'd the world and here 's the Us an Swan In his declining years does chime And challenges the last remains of Time Ages run on and soon give o're They have their Graves as well as we Time swallows all that 's past and more Yet time is swallow'd in eternity This is the only profits Poets see There thy triumphant Muse shall ride in state And lead in Chains devouring Fate Claudian's bright Phoenix she shall bring Thee an immortal offering Nor shall my humble tributary Muse Her homage and attendance too refuse She thrusts her self among the Crowd And joyning in th' applause she strives to clap aloud III. Tell me no more that Nature is severe Thou great Philosopher Lo she has laid her vast Exchequer here Tell me no more that she has sent So much already she is spent Here is a vast America behind Which none but the great Silurist could find Nature her last edition was the best As big as rich as all the rest So will we here admit Another world of Wit No rude or savage fancy here shall stay The travailing Reader in his way But every coast is clear go where he will Vertu 's the road Thalia leads him still Long may she live and wreath thy sacred head For this her happy resurrection from the dead N. W. Jes. Coll. Oxon. To my worthy Friend Mr. Henry Vaughan the Silurist SEe what thou wert by what Platonick round Art thou in thy first youth and Glories found Or from thy Muse does this Retrieve accrue Do's she which once inspir'd thee now renew Bringing thee back those Golden years which time Smooth'd to thy Lays and polisht with thy Rhyme Nor i' st to thee alone she do's convey Such happy change but bountiful as day On whatsoever Reader she do's shine She makes him like thee and for ever thine And first thy manu'al op'ning gives to see Ecclipse and suff'rings burnish Majesty Where thou so artfully the draught hast made That we best read the lustre in the shade And find our Sov'raign greater in that shroud So Lightning dazzles from its night and cloud So the first Light himself has for his Throne Blackness and Darkness his Pavilion Who can refuse thee company or stay By thy next charming summons forc'd away If that be force which we can so resent That only in its joys 't is violent Upward thy Eagle bears us e're aware Till above Storms and all tempestuous Air We radiant Worlds with their bright people meet Leaving this little All beneath our feet But now the pleasure is too great to tell Nor have we other bus'ness than to dwell As on the hallow'd Mount th' Apostles meant To build and fix their glorious banishment Yet we must know and find thy skilful 〈◊〉 Shall gently bear us to our homes again By which descent thy former flight's impli'd To be thy 〈◊〉 and not thy pride And here how well do's the wise Muse demeane Her self and fit her song to ev'ry Scene Riot of Courts the bloody wreaths of War Cheats of the Mart and clamours of the Bar Nay life it self thou dost so well express Its hollow Joyes and real Emptiness That Dorian Minstrel never did excite Or raise for dying so much appetite Nor does thy other softer Magick move Us less thy fam'd Etesia to love Where such a Character thou giv'st that shame Nor envy dare approach the Vestal Dame So at bright Prime Idea's none repine They safely in th' Eternal Poet shine Gladly th' Assyrian Phoenix now resumes From thee this last reprizal of his Plumes He seems 〈◊〉 more miraculous thing Brighter of Crest and stronger of his Wing Proof against Fate in spicy Urns to come Immortal past all risque of Martyrdome Nor be concern'd nor fancy thou art rude T'adventure from thy Cambrian solitude Best from those 〈◊〉 Cliffs thy Muse does spring Upwards and boldly spreads her Cherub-wing So when the Sage of Memphis would converse With boding Skies and th' Azure Universe He climbs his starry Pyramid and thence Freely sucks clean prophetique influence And all Serene and rap't and gay he pries Through the Aethereal volum's Mysteries Loth to come down or ever to know more The Nile's luxurious but dull foggy shore I. W. A. M. Oxon. Choice POEMS on seveveral occasions To his Learned Friend and Loyal Fellow-Prisoner Thomas Powel of Cant. Doctor of Divinity IF sever'd Friends by Sympathy can joyn And absent Kings be honour'd in their coin May they do both who are so curb'd but we Whom no such Abstracts torture that can see And pay each other a full self-return May laugh though all such Metaphysics burn 'T is a kind Soul in Magnets that attones Such two hard things as Iron are and 〈◊〉 And in their dumb compliance we learn more Of Love than ever Books could speak before For though attraction hath got all the name As if that power but from one side came Which both unites yet where there is no sence There is no Passion nor Intelligence And so by consequence we cannot state A Commerce unless both we animate For senseless things though ne'r so call'd upon Are deaf and feel no Invitation But such as at the last day shall be shed By the great Lord of Life into the Dead 'T is then no Heresie to end the strife With such rare Doctrine as gives Iron life For were it otherwise which cannot be And do thou judge my bold Philosophie Then it would follow that if I were dead Thy love as now in life would in that Bed Of Earth and darkness warm me and dispense Effectual informing Influence Since then 't is
chance to taste of bloud Their rage which slept stirr'd by that food In furious roarings will awake And fiercely for their freedom make No chains nor bars their fury brooks But with inrag'd and bloody looks They will break through and dull'd with fear Their keeper all to pieces tear The Bird which on the Woods tall boughs Sings sweetly if you Cage or house And out of kindest care should think To give her honey with her drink And get her store of pleasant meat Ev'n such as she delights to Eat Yet if from her close prison she The shady-groves doth chance to see Straitway she loaths her pleasant food And with sad looks longs for the Wood. The wood the wood alone she loves And towards it she looks and moves And in sweet notes though distant from Sings to her first and happy home That Plant which of it self doth grow Upwards if forc'd will downwards bow But give it freedom and it will Get up and grow erectly still The Sun which by his prone descent Seems westward in the Evening bent Doth nightly by an unseen way Haste to the East and bring up day Thus all things long for their first State And gladly 〈◊〉 return though late Nor is there here to any thing A Course allow'd but in a Ring Which where it first began must end And to that Point directly tend Metrum 6 Lib. 4. WHo would unclouded see the Laws Of the supreme eternal Cause 〈◊〉 him with careful thoughts and eyes Observe the high and spatious Skyes There in one league of Love the Stars Keep their old peace and shew our wars The Sun though flaming still and hot The cold pale Moon annoyeth not Arcturus with his Sons though they See other stars go a far way And out of sight yet still are found Near the North-pole their noted bound Bright Hesper at set times delights To usher in the dusky nights And in the East again attends To warn us when the day ascends So alternate Love supplys Eternal Courses still and vies Mutual kindness that no Jars Nor discord can disturb the Stars The same sweet Concord here below Makes the fierce Elements to flow And Circle without quarrel still Though temper'd diversly thus will The Hot assist the Cold the Dry Is a friend to Humidity And by the Law of kindness they The like relief to them repay The fire which active is and bright Tends upward and from thence gives light The Earth allows it all that space And makes choice of the lower place For things of weight hast to the Center A fall to them is no adventure From these kind turns and Circulation Seasons proceed and Generation This makes the Spring to yield us flow'rs And melts the Clouds to gentle show'rs The Summer thus matures all seeds And ripens both the Corn and weeds This brings on Autumn which recruits Our old spent store with new fresh fruits And the cold Winters 〈◊〉 Season Hath snow and 〈◊〉 for the same reason This temper and wise mixture breed And bring forth ev'ry living seed And when their strength and substance spend For while they live they drive and tend Still to a change it takes them hence And shifts their dress and to our sense Their Course is over as their birth And hid from us they turn to Earth But all this while the Prince of life Sits without loss or change or strife Holding the Rains by which all move And those his wisdom power Love And Justice are And still what he The first life bids that needs must be And live on for a time that done He calls it back meerly to shun The mischief which his creature might Run into by a further flight For if this dear and tender sense Of his preventing providence Did not restrain and call things back Both heav'n and earth 〈◊〉 go to wrack And from their great preserver part As blood let out forsakes the Heart And perisheth but what returns With fresh and Brighter spirits burns This is the Cause why ev'ry living Creature affects an endless being A grain of this bright love each thing Had giv'n at first by their great King And still they creep drawn on by this And look back towards their first bliss For otherwise it is most sure Nothing that liveth could endure Unless it's Love turn'd retrograde Sought that first life which all things made Metrum 3. Lib. 4. IF old tradition hath not fail'd Ulysses when from Troy he sail'd Was by a tempest forc'd to land Where beauteous Circe did command Circe the daughter of the Sun Which had with Charms and Herbs undone Many poor strangers and could then Turn into Beasts the bravest Men. Such Magic in her potions lay That whosoever past that way And drank his shape was quickly lost Some into Swine she turn'd but most To Lyons arm'd with teeth and claws Others like Wolves with open Jaws Did howl But some more savage took The Tiger's dreadful shape and look But wise Ulysses by the Aid Of Hermes had to him convey'd A Flow'r whose virtue did suppress The force of charms and their success While his Mates drank so deep that they Were turn'd to Swine which fed all day On Mast and humane food had left Of shape and voice at once bereft Only the Mind above all charms Unchang'd did mourn those monstrous harms O worthless herbs and weaker Arts To change their Limbs but not their Hearts Mans life and vigor keep within Lodg'd in the Center not the Skin Those piercing charms and poysons which His inward parts taint and bewitch More fatal are than such which can Outwardly only spoile the man Those change his shape and make it foul But these deform and kill his soul. Metrum 6. Lib. 3. ALL sorts of men that live on Earth Have one beginning and one birth For all things there is one Father Who lays out all and all doth gather He the warm Sun with rays adorns And fils with brightness the Moon ' s horns The azur'd heav'ns with stars he burnish'd And the round world with creatures furnish'd But Men made to inherit all His own Sons he was pleas'd to call And that they might be so indeed He gave them Souls of divine seed A noble Offspring surely then Without distinction are all men O why so vainly do some boast Their Birth and Blood and a great Hoste Of Ancestors whose Coats and Crests Are some rav'nous Birds or Beasts If Extraction they look for And God the great Progenitor No man though of the meanest state Is base or can degenerate Unless to Vice and lewdness bent He leaves and taints his true descent The old man of Verona out of Claudian Faelix qui propriis aevum transegit in arvis Una domus puerum c. MOst happy man who in his own sweet fields Spent all his time to whom one Cottage yields In age and youth a lodging who grown old Walks with his staff on the same soil and mold Where he did creep
to give us Light Whereas this doth not take the Use away But urgeth the Necessity of day Proceed to make your pious work as free Stop not your seasonable charity Good works despis'd or censur'd by bad times Should be sent out to aggravate their Crimes They should first Share and then Reject our store Abuse our Good to make their Guilt the more 'T is Warr strikes at our Sins but it must be A Persecution wounds our Pietie To the pious memorie of C. W. Esquire who finished his Course here and made his Entrance into Immortality upon the 13 of September in the year of Redemption 1653. NOw that the publick Sorrow doth subside And those slight tears which Custom Springs While all the rich out-side-Mourners pass are dried Home from thy Dust to empty their own Glass I who the throng affect not nor their state Steal to thy grave undress'd to meditate On our sad loss accompanied by none An obscure mourner that would weep alone So when the world 's great Luminary setts Some scarce known Star into the Zenith gets Twinkles and curls a weak but willing spark As Gloworms here do glitter in the dark Yet since the dimmest flame that kindles there An humble love unto the light doth bear And true devotion from an Hermits Cell Will Heav'ns kind King as soon reach and as well As that which from rich Shrines and Altars flyes Lead by ascending Incense to the Skies 'T is no malicious rudeness if the might Of love makes dark things wait upon the bright And from my sad retirements calls me forth The Just Recorder of thy death and worth Long did'st thou live if length be measured by The tedious Reign of our Calamity And Counter to all storms and changes still Kept'st the same temper and the self same will Though trials came as duly as the day And in such mists that none could see his way Yet thee I found still virtuous and saw The Sun give Clouds and Charles give both the Law When private Interest did all hearts bend And wild dissents the public peace did rend Thou neither won nor worn 〈◊〉 still thy self Not aw'd by force nor basely brib'd with pelf What the insuperable stream of times Did dash thee with those Suff'rings were not Crimes So the bright Sun Ecclipses bears and we Because then passive blame him not should he For inforc'd shades and the Moon 's ruder veile Much nearer us than him be Judg'd to fail Who traduce thee so erre As poisons by Correction are made Antidotes so thy Just Soul did turn ev'n hurtful things to Good Us'd bad Laws so they drew not Tears nor Blood Heav'n was thy Aime and thy great rare Design Was not to Lord it here but there to shine Earth nothing had could tempt thee All that e're Thou pray'dst for here was Peace and Glory there For though thy Course in times long progress fell On a sad age when Warr and open'd Hell Licens'd all Artes and Sects and made it free To thrive by fraud and blood and blasphemy Yet thou thy just Inheritance di'dst by No sacrilege nor pillage multiply No rapine swell'd thy state no bribes nor fees Our new oppressors best Annuities Such clean pure hands had'st thou And for thy heart Man's secret region and his noblest part Since I was privy to 't and had the Key Of that faire Room where thy bright Spirit lay I must affirm it did as much surpass Most I have known as the clear Sky doth glass Constant and kind and plain and meek and Mild It was and with no new Conceits defil'd Busie but sacred thoughts like Bees did still Within it stirr and strive unto that Hill Where redeem'd Spirits evermore alive After their Work is done ascend and Hive No outward tumults reach'd this inward place 'T was holy ground where peace and love and grace Kept house where the immortal restles life In a most dutiful and pious strife Like a fix'd watch mov'd all in order still The Will serv'd God and ev'ry Sense the Will In this safe state death mett thee Death which is But a kind Usher of the good to bliss Therefore to Weep because thy Course is run Or droop like Flow'rs which lately lost the Sun I cannot yield since faith will not permitt A Tenure got by Conquest to the Pitt For the great Victour fought for us and Hee Counts ev'ry dust that is lay'd up of thee Besides Death now grows decrepit and hath Spent the most part both of its time and wrath That thick black night which mankind fear'd is torn By Troops of Stars and the bright day's Forlorn The next glad news most glad unto the Just Will be the Trumpet 's summons from the dust Then I le not grieve nay more I 'le not allow My Soul should think thee absent from me now Some bid their Dead good night but I will say Good morrow to dear Charles for it is day In Zodiacum Marcelli Palingenii IT is perform'd and thy great Name doth run Through ev'ry Sign an everlasting Sun Not Planet-like but fix'd and we can see Thy Genius stand still in his Apogie For how canst thou an Aux eternal miss Where ev'ry House thine Exaltation is Here 's no Ecclyptic threatens thee with night Although the wiser few take in thy light They are not at that glorious pitch to be In a Conjunction with Divinitie Could we partake some oblique Ray of thine Salute thee in a Sextile or a Trine It were enough but thou art flown so high The Telescope is turn'd a Common Eye Had the grave Chaldee liv'd thy Book to see He had known no Astrologie but thee Nay more for I believ 't thou shouldst have been Tutor to all his Planets and to him Thus whosoever reads thee his charm'd sense Proves captive to thy Zodiac's influence Were it not foul to erre so I should look Here for the Rabbins universal Book And say their fancies did but dream of thee When first they doted on that mystery Each line 's a via lactea where we may See thy fair steps and tread that happy way Thy Genius lead thee in Still I will be Lodg'd in some Sign some Face and some Degree Of thy bright Zodiac Thus I 'le teach my Sense To move by that and thee th' Intelligence To Lysimachus the Author being with him in London SAw not Lysimachus last day when wee Took the pure Air in its simplicity And our own too how the trim'd Gallants went Cringing past each step some Complement What strange phantastic Diagrams they drew With Legs and Arms the like we never knew In Euclid Archimed nor all of those Whose learned lines are neither Verse nor Prose What store of Lace was there how did the Gold Run in rich Traces but withall made bold To measure the proud things and so deride The Fops with that which was part of their pride How did they point at us and boldly call As if we had been Vassals to them
give My dark Imaginations rest you there This is your grave and Superstitious Sphaere Get up my dismtangled Soul thy fire Is now refin'd nothing left to tire Or clog thy wings Now my auspicious flight Hath brought me to the Empyrean light I am a sep'rate Essence and can see The Emanations of the Deitie And how they pass the Seraphims and run Through ev'ry Throne and Domination So rushing through the Guard the Sacred streams Flow to the neighbour Stars and in their beams A glorious Cataract descend to Earth And give Impressions unto ev'ry birth VVith Angels now and Spirits I do dwell And here it is my Nature to do well Thus though my Body you confined see My boundless thoughts have their Ubiquitie And shall I then forsake the Stars and Signs To dote upon thy dark and cursed Mines Unhappy sad exchange what must I buy Guiana with the loss of all the skie Intelligences shall I leave and be Familiar only with mortalitie Must I know nought but thy Exchequer shall My purse and fancy be Symmetrical Are there no Objects left but one must we In gaining that lose our Varietie Fortune this is the reason I refuse Thy Wealth it puts my Books all out of use 'T is poverty that makes me wise my mind Is big with speculation when I find My purse as Randolph's was and I confess There is no Blessing to an Emptiness The Species of all things to me resort And 〈◊〉 then in my breast as in their port Then leave to Court me with thy hated store Thou giv'st me that to rob my Soul of more To I Morgan of White-hall Esq upon his sudden Journey and succeeding Marriage SO from our cold rude World which all things tires To his warm Indies the bright sun retires Where in those provinces of Gold and spice Perfumes his progress pleasures fill his Eyes Which so refresh'd in their return convey Fire into Rubies into Chrystalls day And prove that Light in kinder Climates can Work more on 〈◊〉 Stones than here on man But you like one ordain'd to shine take in Both Light and Heat can Love and Wisdom spin Into one thred and with that firmly tye The same bright Blessings on posterity Which so intail'd like Jewels of the Crown Shall with your Name descend still to your own When I am dead and malice or neglect The worst they can upon my dust reflect For Poets yet have left no names but such As men have envied or despis'd too much You above both and what state more excells Since a just Fame like Health nor wants nor swells To after ages shall remain Entire And shine still spottles like your planets Fire No single lustre neither the access Of your fair Love will yours adorn and bless Till from that bright Conjunction men may view A Constellation circling her and you So two sweet Rose-buds from their Virgin-beds First peep and blush then kiss and couple heads Till yearly blessings so increase their store Those two can number two and twenty more And the fair Bank by heav'ns free bounty Crown'd With choice of Sweets and Beauties doth abound Till time which Familys like Flowers far spreads Gives them for Garlands to the 〈◊〉 of heads Then late posterity if chance or some Weak Eccho almost quite expir'd and dumb shall tell them who the Poet was and how He liv'd and lov'd thee too which thou 〈◊〉 know Strait to my grave will Flowers and spices bring With Lights and Hymns and for an Offering There vow this truth That 〈◊〉 which in old times Was censur'd blind and will contract worse 〈◊〉 If hearts mend not did for thy sake in me Find both his Eyes and all foretell and see FIDA 〈◊〉 The Country-beauty to Lysimachus NOw I have seen her And by Cupid The young Medusa made me 〈◊〉 A face that hath no Lovers stain Wants forces and is near disdain For every Fop will freely peep At Majesty that is asleep But she fair Tyrant hates to be Gaz'd on with such impunity Whose prudent Rigor bravely bears And scorns the 〈◊〉 of whining tears Or sighs those false All-arms of grief Which kill not but 〈◊〉 relief Nor is it thy hard fate to be Alone in this Calamity Since I who came but to be gone Am plagu'd for meerly looking on Mark from her 〈◊〉 to her foot What charming Sweets are there to do 't A Head adorn'd with all those glories That Witt hath shadow'd in quaint stories Or pencill with rich colours drew In imitation of the true Her Hair lay'd out in curious 〈◊〉 And Twists doth shew like silken Nets Where since he play'd at Hitt or Miss The God of Love her pris'ner is And fluttering with his skittish Wings Puts all her locks in Curls and Rings Like twinkling Stars her Eyes invite All gazers to so sweet a light But then two 〈◊〉 Clouds of brown stand o're and guard them with a 〈◊〉 Beneath these rayes of her bright Eyes Beautie 's rich Bed of blushes lyes Blushes which lightning-like come on Yet stay not to be gaz'd upon But leave the Lilies of her Skin As fair as ever and run in 〈◊〉 swift Salutes which dull paint scom Twixt a white noon and Crimson Morne What Corall can her Lips resemble 〈◊〉 hers are warm swell melt and tremble And if you dare contend for Red This is alive the other dead Her equal Teeth above below All of a Cise and Smoothness grow Where under close restraint and awe Which is the Maiden Tyrant law Like a cag'd sullen Linnet dwells Her Tongue the Key to potent spells Her Skin like heav'n when calm and bright Shews a rich azure under white With touch more soft than heart supposes And Breath as sweet as new blown Roses Betwixt this Head-land and the Main Which is a rich and flowry Plain Lyes her fair Neck so fine and slender That gently how you please 't will bend her This leads you to her Heart which ta'ne Pants under Sheets of whitest Lawn And at the first seems much distrest But nobly treated lyes at rest Here like two Balls of new fall'n snow Her Breasts Loves native pillows grow And out of each a Rose-bud Peeps Which Infant beauty sucking sleeps Say now my Stoic that mak'st soures faces At all the Beauties and the Graces That criest unclean though known thy self To ev'ry coorse and dirty shelfe Could'st thou but see a piece like this A piece so full of Sweets and 〈◊〉 In shape so rare in Soul so rich Would'st thou not swear she is a witch Fida forsaken FOol that I was to believe blood While swoll'n with greatness then most good And the false thing forgetful man To trust more than our true God Pan Such swellings to a dropsie tend And meanest things such great ones bend Then live deceived and Fida by That life destroy fidelity For living wrongs will make some wise While death chokes lowdest Injuries And skreens the faulty making Blinds To hide the most unworthy
minds And yet do what thou can'st to hide A bad trees fruit will be describ'd For that foul guilt which first took place In his dark heart now damns his face And makes those Eyes where life should dwell Look like the pits of Death and Hell Bloud whose rich purple shews and seals Their faith in Moors in him reveals A blackness at the heart and is Turn'd Inke to write his faithlesness Only his lips with bloud look red As if asham'd of what they sed Then since he wears in a dark skin The shadows of his hell within Expose him no more to the light But thine own Epitaph thus write Here burst and dead and unregarded Lyes Fida's heart O well rewarded To the Editor of the matchless Orinda LOng since great witts have left the Stage Unto the Drollers of the age And noble numbers with good sense Are like good works grown an offence While much of verfe worse than old story Speaks but Jack-Pudding or John-Dory Such trash-admirers made us poor And Pyes turn'd Poets out of door For the nice Spirit of rich verse Which scorns absurd and low commerce Although a flame from heav'n if shed On Rooks or Daws warms no such head Or else the Poet like bad priest Is seldom good but when opprest And wit as well as piety Doth thrive best in adversity For since the thunder left our air Their Laurels look not half so fair However 't is 't were worse than rude Not to profess our gratitude And debts to thee who at so low An Ebbe do'st make us thus to flow And when we did a Famine fear Hast blest us with a fruitful year So while the world his absence mourns The glorious Sun at last returns And with his kind and vital looks Warms the cold Earth and frozen brooks Puts drowsie nature into play And rids impediments away Till Flow'rs and Fruits and spices through Her pregnant lap get up and grow But if among those sweet things we A miracle like that could see Which nature brought but once to pass A Muse such as Orinda was Phoebus himself won by these charms Would give her up into thy arms And recondemn'd to kiss his Tree Yield the young Goddess unto thee Upon sudden news of the much lamented death of Judge Trevers LEarning and Law your Day is done And your work too you may be gone Trever that lov'd you hence is fled And Right which long lay Sick is dead Trever whose rare and envied part Was both a wise and winning heart Whose sweet civilitys could move Tartars and Goths to noblest love Bold Vice and blindness now dare act And like the gray groat pass though crack't While those sage lips lye dumb and cold VVhose words are well-weigh'd and tried gold O how much to descreet desires Differs pure Light from foolish fires But nasty Dregs out last the Wine And after Sun-set Gloworms shine To Etesia for Timander the first Sight What smiling Star in that fair Night Which gave you Birth gave me this Sight And with a kind Aspect tho keen Made me the Subject you the Queen That sparkling Planet is got now Into your Eyes and shines below Where nearer force and more acute It doth dispence without dispute For I who yesterday did know Loves fire no more than doth cool Snow with one bright look am since undone Yet must adore and seek my Sun Before I walk'd free as the wind And if but stay'd like it unkind I could like daring Eagles gaze And not be blinded by a face For what I saw till I saw thee Was only not deformity Such shapes appear compar'd with thine In Arras or a tavern-sign And do but mind me to explore A fairer piece that is in store So some hang Ivy to their Wine To signify there is a Vine Those princely Flow'rs by no storms vex'd Which smile one day and droop the next The gallant Tulip and the Rose Emblems which some use to disclose Bodyed Idea's their weak grace Is meer imposture to thy face For nature in all things but thee Did practise only Sophistry Or else she made them to express How she could vary in her dress But thou wert form'd that we might see Perfection not Variety Have you observ'd how the Day-star Sparkles and smiles and shines from far Then to the gazer doth convey A silent but a piercing Ray So wounds my love but that her Eys Are in Effects the better Skys A brisk bright Agent from them Streams Arm'd with no arrows but their beams And with such stillness smites our hearts No noise betrays him nor his darts He working on my easie Soul Did soon persuade and then controul And now he flyes and I conspire Through all my blood with wings of fire And when I would which will be never With cold despair allay the fever The spiteful thing Etesia names And that new-fuells all my flames The Character to Etesia GO catch the Phoenix and then bring A quill drawn for me from his wing Give me a Maiden-beautie's Bloud A pure rich Crimson without mudd In whose sweet Blushes that may live Which a dull verse can never give Now for an untouch'd spottles white For blackest things on paper write Etesia at thine own Expence Give me the Robes of innocence Could we but see a Spring to run Pure Milk as sometimes Springs have done And in the Snow-white streams it sheds Carnations wash their bloudy heads While ev'ry Eddy that came down Did as thou do'st both smile and frown Such objects and so fresh would be But dull Resemblances of thee Thou art the dark worlds Morning-star Seen only and seen but from far Where like Astronomers we gaze Upon the glories of thy face But no acquaintance more can have Though all our lives we watch and Crave Thou art a world thy self alone Yea three great worlds refin'd to one Which shews all those and in thine Eyes The shining East and Paradise Thy Soul a Spark of the first Fire Is like the Sun the worlds desire And with a nobler influence Works upon all that claim to sense But in 〈◊〉 hath no fever And in frosts is chearful ever As Flowr's besides their curious dress Rich odours have and 〈◊〉 Which tacitely infuse desire And ev'n oblige us to admire Such and so full of innocence Are all the Charms thou do'st dispence And like fair Nature without Arts At once they seize and please our hearts O thou art such that I could be A lover to Idolatry I could and should from heav'n stray But that thy life shews mine the way And leave a while the Diety To serve his Image here in thee To Etesia looking from her Casement at the full Moon See you that beauteous Queen which no age 〈◊〉 Her Train is Azure set with golden flames My brighter fair fix on the East your Eyes And view that bed of Clouds whence she doth rise Above all others in that one short hour Which most concern'd in she had greatest 〈◊〉 This
made my Fortunes humorous as wind But fix'd Affections to my constant mind She fed me with the tears of Starrs and thence I suck'd in Sorrows with their Influence To some in smiles and store of light she broke To me in sad Eclipses still she spoke She bent me with the motion of her Sphere And made me feel what first I did but fear But when I came to Age and had o'regrown Her Rules and saw my freedom was my own I did reply unto the Laws of Fate And made my Reason my great Advocate I labour'd to inherit my just right But then O hear Etesia lest I might Redeem my self my unkind Starry Mother Took my poor Heart and gave it to another To Etesia parted from him and looking back O Subtile Love thy Peace is War It wounds and kills without a scar It works unknown to any sense Like the Decrees of Providence And with strange silence shoots me through The Fire of Love doth fall like Snow Hath she no Quiver but my Heart Must all her Arrows hit that part Beauties like Heav'n their Gifts should deal Not to destroy us but to heal Strange Art of Love that can make sound And yet exasperates the wound That look she lent to ease my heart Hath pierc't it and improv'd the smart In Etesiam lachrymantem O Duicis luctus risuque potentior omni Quem decorant lachrymis Sydera tanta suis. Quam tacitae spirant aurae vultusque nitentes Contristant veneres collachrymantque suae Ornat gutta genas oculisque simillima gemma Et tepido vivas irrigat imbre rosas Dicite Chaldaei quae me fortuna fatigat Cum formosa dies sine nube peruit To Etesia going beyond Sea GO if you must but stay and know And mind before you go my vow To ev'ry thing but Heav'n and you With all my Heart I bid Adieu Now to those happy Shades I 'le go Where first I saw my beauteous Foe I 'le seek each silent path where we Did walk and where you sate with me I 'le sit again and never rest Till I can find some flow'r you prest That near my dying Heart I 'le keep And when it wants Dew I will weep Sadly I will repeat past Joyes And Words which you did sometimes voice I 'le listen to the Woods and hear The Eccho answer for you there But famish'd with long absence I Like Infants left at last shall cry And Tears as they do Milk will sup Until you come and take me up Etesia absent LOve the Worlds Life what a sad death Thy absence is to lose our breath At once and dye is but to live Inlarg'd without the scant reprieve Of Pulse and Air whose dull returns And narrow Circles the Soul mourns But to be dead alive and still To wish but never have our will To be possess'd and yet to miss To wed a true but absent bliss Are lingring tortures and their smart Dissects and racks and grinds the Heart As Soul and Body in that state Which unto us seems separate Cannot be said to live until Reunion which dayes fulfill And slow-pac'd seasons So in vain Through hours and minutes Times long train I look for thee and from thy sight As from my Soul for life and light For till thine Eyes shine 〈◊〉 me Mine are fast-clos'd and will not see Translations Some Odes of the Excellent and Knowing Severinus Englished Metrum 12. Lib. 3. HAppy is he that with fix'd Eyes The Fountain of all goodness spies Happy is he that can break through Those Bonds which tie him here below The Thracian Poet long ago King Orpheus full of tears and wo Did for his lov'd 〈◊〉 In such sad Numbers mourn that he Made the Trees run in to his 〈◊〉 And Streams stand still to hear him 〈◊〉 The Does came fearless in one throng With Lyons to his mournful Song And charm'd by the harmonious sound The Hare stay'd by the quiet 〈◊〉 But when Love heightned by 〈◊〉 And deep reflections on his Fair Had swell'd his Heart and made it 〈◊〉 And run in Tears out at his Eyes And those sweet 〈◊〉 which did appease Wild Beasts could give their Lord no 〈◊〉 Then vex'd that so much grief and Love Mov'd not at all the gods above With desperate thoughts and bold intent Towards the Shades below he went For thither his fair Love was fled And he must have her from the dead There in such Lines as did well suit With sad Aires and a Lovers Lute And in the richest Language drest That could be thought on or exprest Did he complain whatever Grief Or Art or Love which is the chief And all innobles could lay out In well-tun'd woes he dealt about And humbly bowing to the Prince Of Ghosts begg'd some Intelligence Of his Euridice and where His beauteous Saint resided there Then to his Lutes instructed grones He sigh'd out new melodious mones And in a melting charming strain Begg'd his dear Love to life again The Music flowing through the shade And darkness did with ease invade The silent and attentive Ghosts And Cerberus which guards those coasts With his lowd barkings overcome By the sweet Notes was now struck dumb The Furies us'd to rave and howl And prosecute each guilty Soul Had lost their rage and in a deep Transport did most profusely weep Ixion's wheel stopt and the curst Tantalus almost kill'd with thirst Though the Streams now did make no haste But waited for him none would taste That Vultur which fed still upon Tityus his liver now was gone To feed on Air and would not stay Though almost farnish'd with her prey Won with these wonders their fierce Prince At last cry'd out We yield and since Thy merits claim no less take hence Thy Consort for thy Recompence But Orpheus to this law we bind Our grant you must not look behind Nor of your fair Love have one Sight Till out of our Dominions quite Alas what laws can Lovers awe Love is it self the greatest Law Or who can such hard bondage brook To be in Love and not to Look Poor Orpheus almost in the light Lost his dear Love for one short fight And by those Eyes which Love did guide What he most lov'd unkindly dyed This tale of 〈◊〉 and his Love Was meant for you who ever move Upwards and tend into that light Which is not seen by mortal fight For if while you strive to ascend You droop and towards Earth once bend Your seduc'd Eyes down you will fall Ev'n while you look and forfeit all Metrum 2. Lib. 3. WHat fix'd Affections and lov'd Laws which are the hid magnetic Cause Wise Nature governs with and by What fast inviolable tye The whole Creation to her ends For ever provident she bends All this I purpose to rehearse In the sweet Airs of solemn Verse Although the Lybian Lyons should Be bound with chains of purest Gold And duely fed were taught to know Their keepers voice and fear his blow Yet if they
hundred pillars by account Dig'd from the quarries of the Theban mount Here as the Custom did require they say His happy parents dust down he doth lay Then to the Image of his Lord he bends And to the flames his burden strait commends Unto the Altars thus he destinates His own Remains the light doth gild the gates Perfumes divine the Censers up do send While th' Indian odour doth it self extend To the Pelusian fens and filleth all The men it meets with the sweet storm A gale To which compar'd Nectar it self is vile Fills the seav'n channels of the misty Nile O happy bird sole heir to thy own dust Death to whose force all other 〈◊〉 must Submit saves thee Thy ashes make thee rise 'T is not thy nature but 〈◊〉 age that dies Thou hast seen All and to the times that run Thou art as great a witness as the Sun Thou saw'st the deluge when the sea outvied The land and drown'd the mountains with the tide What year the stragling Phaeton did fire The world thou know'st And no plagues can conspire Against thy life alone thou do'st arise Above mortality the Destinies Spin not thy days out with their fatal Clue They have no Law to which thy life is due Pious thoughts and Ejaculations To his Books BRight books the perspectives to our weak sights The clear projections of discerning lights Burning and shining Thoughts man's posthume day The track of fled souls and their Milkie-way The dead alive and busie the still voice Of inlarg'd Spirits kind heav'ns white Decoys Who lives with you lives like those knowing flow'rs Which in commerce with light spend all their hours Which shut to Clouds and shadows nicely shun But with glad haste unveil to kiss the Sun Beneath you all is dark and a dead night Which whoso lives in wants both health and sight By sucking you the wise like Bees do grow Healing and rich though this they do most slow Because most choicely for as great a store Have we of Books as Bees of herbs or more And the great task to try then know the good To discern weeds and Judge of wholsome Food Is a rare scant performance for Man dyes Oft e're 't is done while the bee feeds and flyes But you were all choice Flow'rs all set and drest By old sage florists who well knew the best And I amidst you all am turn'd a weed Not wanting knowledge but for want of heed Then thank thy self wild fool that would'st not be Content to know what was to much for thee Looking back FAir shining Mountains of my pilgrimage And flow'ry Vales whose flow'rs were stars The days and nights of my first happy age An age without distast and warrs When I by thoughts ascend your Sunny heads And mind those sacred midnight Lights By which I walk'd when curtain'd Rooms and Beds Confin'd or seal'd up others sights O then how bright And quick a light Doth brush my heart and scatter night Chasing that shade Which my sins made While I so spring as if I could not fade How brave a prospect is a bright Back-side Where flow'rs and palms refresh the Eye And days well spent like the glad East abide Whose morning-glories cannot dye The Shower WAters 〈◊〉 eternal Springs The dew that 〈◊〉 the Doves wings O welcom welcom to the sad Give dry dust drink drink that makes glad Many fair 〈◊〉 many Flowr's Sweeten'd with rich and gentle showers Have I enjoy'd and down have run Many a fine and shining Sun But never till this happy hour Was blest with such an Evening-shower Discipline FAir prince of life lights living well Who hast the keys of death and hell If the mule man despise thy day Put chains of darkness in his way Teach him how deep how various are The Councels of thy love and care When Acts of grace and a long peace Breed but rebellion and displease Then give him his own way and will Where lawless he may run until His own choice hurts him and the sting Of his 〈◊〉 sins full sorrows bring 〈◊〉 Heav'n and Angels hopes and mirth Please not the mole so much as Earth Give him his Mine to dig or dwell And one sad Scheme of hideous hell The Ecclipse WHither O whither did'st thou fly When I did grieve thine holy Eye When thou did'st mourn to see me lost And all thy Care and Councels crost O do not grieve where e'er thou art Thy grief is an undoing smart Which doth not only pain but break My heart and makes me blush to speak Thy anger I could kiss and will But O! thy grief thy grief doth kill Affliction O Come and welcom Come refine For Moors if wash'd by thee will shine Man blossoms at thy touch and he When thou draw'st blood is thy Rose-tree Crosses make strait his crooked ways And Clouds but cool his dog-star days Diseases too when by thee blest Are both restoratives and rest Flow'rs that in Sun-shines riot still Dye scorch'd and sapless though storms kill The fall is fair ev'n to desire Where in their sweetness all expire O come pour on what calms can be So fair as storms that appease thee Retirement FResh fields and woods the Earth's fair face God's foot-stool and mans dwelling-place I ask not why the first Believer Did love to be a Country liver Who to secure pious content Did pitch by groves and wells his tent Where he might view the boundless skie And all those glorious lights on high With flying meteors mists and show'rs Subjected hills trees meads and Flow'rs And ev'ry minute bless the King And wise Creatour of each thing I ask not why he did remove To happy Mamre's holy grove Leaving the Citie' s of the 〈◊〉 To Lot and his successless train All various Lusts in Cities still Are found they are the Thrones of Ill. The dismal Sinks where blood is spill'd Cages with much uncleanness fill'd But rural shades are the sweet fense Of piety and innocence They are the Meek's calm region where Angels descend and rule the sphere Where heav'n lyes Leiguer and the Dove Duely as Dew comes from above If Eden be on Earth at all 'T is that which we the Country call The Revival UNfold unfold take in his light Who makes thy Cares more short than night The Joys which with his Day-star rise He deals to all but drowsy Eyes And what the men of this world miss Some drops and dews of future bliss Hark! how his winds have chang'd their note And with warm whispers call thee out The frosts are past the storms are gone And backward life at last comes on The lofty groves in express Joyes Reply unto the Turtles voice And here in dust and dirt O here The Lilies of his love appear The Day-spring EArly while yet the dark was gay And gilt with stars more trim than day Heav'ns Lily and the Earth's chast Rose The green immortal BRANCH arose And in a solitary place Bow'd to his father his bless'd face