proceed 'T is mercy not to pitty though she bleed Wee 'l strew no nuts but change that ancient form For till to morrow wee 'l prorogue this storm Which shall confound with its loud whistling noyse Her pleasing shreeks and fan thy panting joyes For a Picture where a Queen Laments over the Tombe of a slain Knight BRave Youth to whom Fate in one hour Gave death and Conquest by whose power Those chains about my heart are wound With which the Foe my Kingdome bound Freed and captiv'd by thee I bring For either Act an offering For victory this wreath of Bay â—nsign of thraldome down I lay Scepter and Crown Take from my sight Those Royall Robes since fortunes spight Forbids me live thy Vertues prize I 'l dye thy Valours sacrifice To a Lady that desired I would love her I. NOw you have freely given me leave to love What will you doe Shall I your mirth or passion move When I begin to wooe Will you torment or scorn or love me too 2. Each petty beauty can disdain and I Spight of your hate Without your leave can see and dye Dispence a nobler Fate T is easie to destroy you may create 3. Then give me leave to love love me too Not with designe To rayse as Loves curst Rebels doe When puling Poets whine Fame to their beauty from their blubbi'd eyri 4. Grief is a puddle and reflects not clear Your beauties rayes Ioyes are pure streames your eyes appear Sullen in sadder layes In cheerfull numbers they shine bright with prayse 5. Which shall not mention to express you fayr Wounds flames and darts Storms in your brow nets in your hair Suborning all your parts Or to betray or torture captive hearts 6. I 'l make your eyes like morning Suns appear As mild and fair Your brow as Crystall smooth and clear And your dishevell'd hayr Shall flow like a calm Region of the Ayr. 7. Rich Nature's store which is the Poet's Treasure I 'l spend to dress Your beauties if your mine of Pleasure In equall thankfulness You but unlock so we each other bless Vpon my Lord Chief Iustice his election of my Lady A. W. for his Mistress 1. HEar this and tremble all Vsurping Beauties that create A government Tyrannicall In Love's free state Iustice hath to the sword of your edg'd eyes His equall ballance joyn'd his sage head lyes In love's soft lap which must be just and wise 2. Heark how the stern Law breathes Forth amorous sighs and now prepares No fetters but of silken wreathes And braded hayrs His dreadfull Rods and Axes are exil'd Whilst he sits crown'd with Roses Love hath fild His native roughness Iustice is grown mild 3. The golden Age returns Loves bow and quiver useless lye His shaft his brand nor wounds nor burns And cruelty Is sunk to Hell the fayr shall all be kind Who loves shall be belov'd the froward mind To a deformed shape shall be confin'd 4. Astiaea hath postest An earthly seat and now remains In Finch's heart but wentworth's brest That Guest contains With her she dwels yet hath not left the skies Nor lost her Sphere for new-enthron'd she cryes I know no Heaven but fayr wentworth's eyes To A. D. unreasonable distrustfull of her own beauty FAyr Doris break thy Glass it hath perplext With a dark Comment beautie's clearest Text It hath not told thy faces story true But brought false Copies to thy jealous view No colour feature lovely ayr or grace That ever yet adorn'd a beauteous face But thou maist read in thine or justly doubt Thy Glass hath been summon'd to leave it our But if it offer to thy nice survay A spot a stain a blemish or decay It not belongs to thee the treacherous light Or faithless stone abuse thy credulous sight Perhaps the magique of thy face hath wrought Vpon th' enchanted Crystall and so brought Fantastick shadowes to delude thine eyes With ayrie re-pereussive sorce ries Or else th' enamoured Image pines away For love of the fair Object and so may Wax pale and wan and though the substance grow Lively and fresh that may consume with woe Give then no faith to the false specular stone But let thy beauties by th' effects be known Look sweetest Doris on my love-sick heart In that true mirrour see how fair thou art There by Love's never-erring Pensill drawn Shalt thou behold thy face like th' early dawn Shoot through the shady covert of thy hair Enameling and perfuming the calm Ayr With Pearles and Roses till thy Suns display Their lids and let out the imprison'd day Whilst Delphique Priests enlightned by their Theme In amorous numbers count thy golden beam And from Love's Altars clouds of sighes arise In smoaking Incense to adore thine eyes If then Love flow from Beauty as th' effect How canst thou the resistless cause suspect Who would not brand that Fool that should contend There were no fire where smoak and flames ascend Distrust is worse than scorn not to beleeve My harmes is greater wrong than not to grieve What cure can for my festring sore be found Whilst thou beleev'st thy beauty cannot wound Such humble thoughts more cruell Tyrants prove Than all the pride that e'r usurp'd in Love For Beauties Herald here denounceth war There her false spies betray me to a snare If fire disguis'd in bals of snow were hurl'd It unsuspected might consume the world Where our prevention ends danger begins So Wolves in Sheepes Lyons in Asses skins Might farre more mischief work because less fear'd Those the whole stock these might kill all the herd Appear then as thou art break through this cloud Confess thy beauty though thou thence grow proud Be fair though scornfull rather let me find Thee cruell than thus mild and more unkind Thy cruelty doth only me defie But these dull thoughts thee to thy self deny Whether thou mean to barter or bestow Thy self 't is fit thou thine own valew know I will not cheat thee of thy self nor pay Less for thee than th' art worth thou shalt not say That is but brittle glass which I have found By strict enquiry a firm Diamond I 'l trad with no such Indian fool as sele Gold Pearles and precious stones for Beads and Bels Nor will I take a present from your hand Which you or prize not or not understand It not endeares your bounty that I doe Esteem your gift unless you doe so too You undervalew me when you bestow On me what you nor care for nor yet know No Lovely Doris change thy thoughts and be In love first with thy self and then with me You are afflicted that you are not fayr And I as much tormented that you are What I admire you seorn what I love hate Through different faiths both share an equall Fate Fast to the truth which you renounce I stick I dye a Martyr you an Heretique To my friend G. N. from Wrest I Breath sweet Ghibs the temperate ayr of wrest Where I no
teeth of pearl the double guard To speech whence musick still is heard Though from those lips a kiss being taken Might tyrants melt and death awakens I doe not love thee O my fairest For that richest for that rarest Silver pillar which stands under Thy found head that globe of wonder Though that neck be whiter far Than towers of pollisht Ivory are I doe not love thee for those mountains Hill'd with snow whence milky fountains Suger'd sweets as sirropt berries Must one day run through pipes of cherries O how much those breasts do move me Yet for them I doe not love thee I doe not love thee for that belly Sleek as satten soft as jelly Though within that Christall round Heaps of treasure might be found So rich that for the best of them A King might leave his Diadem I doe not love thee for those thighes Whose Alablaster rocks doe rise So high and even that they stand Like Sea-markes to some happy land Happy are those eys have seen them More happy they that sayl between them I love thee not for thy moyst palm Though the dew thereof be balm Nor for thy pretty legge and foot Although it be the precious root On which this goodly Cedar grows Sweet I love thee not for those Nor for thy wit though pure and quick Whose substance no Arithmetick Can number down nor for those charms Mask'd in thy embracing arms Though in them one night to lye Dearest I would gladly die I love not for those eyes nor hair Nor cheeks nor lips nor teeth so rare Nor for thy speech thy neck nor breast Nor for thy belly nor the rest Nor for thy hand nor foot so small But wouldst thou know dear sweet for all On sight of a Gentlewomans face in the water STand still you floods doe not deface That Image which you bear So Votaries from every place To you shall Altars roare No winds but Lovers sighs blow here To trouble these glad streames On which no starre from any Sphere Did ever dart such beames To Christall then in haste congeal Left you should lose your bliss And to my cruell fair reveal How cold how hard she is But if the envious Nymphs shall fear Their beauties will be scorn'd And hire the ruder winds to tear That face which you adorn'd Then rage and foam amain that we Their malice may despise And from your froath we soon shall see A second Venus rise A Song ASk me no more where Iove bestowes When Iune is past the fading rose For in your beauties orient deep These Flowers as in their causes sleep Ask me no more whither doe stray The golden Atomes of the day For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to inrich your hair Ask me no more whither doth hast The Nightingale when May is past For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her nose Ask me no more where those starres light That downwards fall in dead of night For in your eyes they sit and there Fixed become as in their sphere Ask me no more if East or west The Phenix builds her spicy nest For unto you at last she flyes And in your fragrant bosome dies Song WOuld you know what 's soft I dare Not bring you to the down or ayr Nor to starres to shew what 's bright Nor to snow to teach you white Nor if you would Musick hear Call the orbs to take your eare Nor to please your sense bring forth Bruised Nard or what 's more worth Or on food were your thoughts plac't Bring you Nector for a taste Would you have all these in one Name my Mistris and 't is done The Second Rapture NO worlding no t is not thy gold Which thou dost use but to behold Nor fortune honour nor long life Children or friends nor a good wife That makes thee happy these things be But shaddows of felicity Give me a wench about thirteen Already voted to the Queen Of lust and lovers whose soft hair Fann'd with the breath of gentle ayr O'rspreads her shoulders like a tent And is her vail and ornament Whose tender touch will make the blood Wild in the aged and the good Whose kisses fastned to the mouth Of threescore years and longer flouth Renew the age and whose bright ey Obscures those lesser lights of sky Whose snowy breasts if we may call That snow that never melts at all Makes Iove invent a new disguise In spite of June's jealousies Whose every part doth re-invite The old decayed appetite And in whose sweet embraces I May melt my self to lust and die This is true bliss and I confess There is no other happiness The Hue and Cry IN love's name you are charg'd hereby To make a speedy Hue and Cry After a face whicht ' other day Stole my wandring heart away To direct you these in brief Are ready marks to know the thief Her hair a net of beams would prove Strong enough to captive Iove In his Eagle shap Her brow Is a comely field of snow Her eye so rich so pure a gray Every beam creates a day And if shee but sleep not when The Sun sets 't is night agen In her cheeks are to be seen Of flowers both the King and Queen Thither by the graces led And freshly laid in nuptiall bed On whom lips like Nymphes doe wait Who deplore their virgin star Oft they blush and blush for this That they one another kiss But observe besides the rest You shall know this Fellon best By her tongue for if your eare Once a heavenly musick hear Such as neither Gods nor Men But from that voice shall hear agen That that is she O strait surprise And bring her unto loves Assize If you let her goe she may Antedate the latter day Fate and Philosophy control And leave the world without a soul. To his Mistris confined Song O Think not Phaebe 'cause a cloud Doth now thy silver brightness shrowd My wandring eye Can stoope to common beauties of the Sky Rather be kind and this Ecclips Shall neither hinder eye nor lips For wee shall meet Within our hearts and kiss and non shall see 't Nor canst thou in thy prison be Without some living signe of me When thou dost spy A Sun beam peep into the room 't is I For I am hid within a flame And thus into thy chamber came To let thee see In what a martyrdome I burn for thee When thou dost touch thy Lute thou mayest Think on my heart on which thou playest when each sad tone Vpon the things doth shew my deeper groan when thou dost please they shall rebound with nimble ayres struck to the sound Of thy own voye O think how much I tremble and rejoyce There 's no sad picture that doth dwell Vpon thy Arras wall but well Resembles me No matter though our age do not agree Love can make old as well as time And be that doth but twenty clime If he dare prove As true as I
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
Th' Assyrian King did none i' th' furnace throw But those that to his Image did not bow With bended knees I daily worship her Yet she consumes her own Idolater Of such a Goddess no times leave record That burnt the Temple where she was ador'd SONG Murdring Beauty I 'L gaze no more on her bewitching face Since ruine harbours there in every place For my enchanted soul alike she drowns With calmes and tempests of her smiles and frowns I 'l love no more those cruell eyes of hers Which pleas'd or anger'd still are Murderers For if she dart like lightning through the ayr Her beames of wrath she kils me with despair If she behold nice with a pleasing eye I surfet with excesse of joy and dye My Mistris commanding me to return her letters SO grives th'adventrous Merchant when he throws All the long-toyld-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main to save from wrack Himself and men as I grieve to give back These letters yet so powerfull is your sway As if you bid me die I must obey Goe then blest papers you shall kiss those-hands That gave you freedome but hold me in bands Which with a touch did give you life but I Because I may not touch those hands must die Me thinks as if they knew they should be sent Home to their native soil from banishment I see them smile like dying Saints that know They are to leave the earth and tow'rd heaven goe When you return pray tell your Soveraign And mine I gave you courteous entertain Each line receiv'd a tear and then a kiss First bath'd in that it scap'd unscorch'd from this I kist it because your hand had been there But ' cause it was not now I shed a tear Tel her no length of time nor change of ayr No cruelty disdain absence dispair No nor her stedfast constancie can deterr My vassall heart from ever hon'ring her Though these be powerfull arguments to prove I love in vaine yet I must ever love Say if she frown when you that word rehearse Service in prose is oft call'd love in verse Then pray her since I send back on my part Her papers she will send me back my heart If she refuse warn her to come before The God of Love whom thus I will implore Trav'ling thy Countries road great God I spi'd By chance this Lady and walk'd by her side From place to place fearing no violence For I was well arm'd and had made defence In former fights 'gainst fiercer foes than shee Did at our first incounter seeme to be But going farther every step reveal'd Some hidden weapon till that time conceal'd Seeing those outward armes I did begin To fear some greater strength was lodg'd within Looking unto her mind I might survay An hoast of beauties that in ambush lay And won the day before they fought the field For I unable to resist did yeeld But the insulting tyrant so destroyes My conquer'd mind my ease my peace my joyes Breaks my sweet sleeps invades my harmlesse rest Robs mee of all the treasure of my brest Spares not my heart nor yet a greater wrong For having stoln my heart she binds my tongue But at the last her melting eyes unseal'd My lips enlarg'd my tongue then I reveal'd To her own ears the story of my harms Wrought by her vertues and her beauties charms Now heare Iust Iudge an act of savagenesse When I complain in hope to find redresse She bends her angry brow and from her eye Shoots thousand darts I then well hop'd to die But in such soveraign balm Love dips his shot That though they wound a heart they kill it not Shee saw the blood gush forth from many a wound Yet fled and left mee bleeding on the ground Nor sought my cure nor saw me since 't is true Absence and time two cunning Leeches drew The flesh together yet sure though the skin Be clos'd without the wound festers within Thus hath this cruell Lady us'd a true Servant and subject to her self and you Nor know I great Love if my life be lent To shew thy mercy or my punishment If this enditement fright her so as shee Seem willing to return my heart to mee But cannot find it for perhaps it may 'Mongst other trifling hearts be out o' th' way If shee repent and would make me amends Bid her but send me hers and wee are friends Secresie protested FEar not dear Love that I 'l reveal Those houres of pleasure we two steal No eye shall see nor yet the Sun Descry what thou and I have done No ear shall hear our love but wee Silent as the night will be The God of love himself whose dart Did first wound mine and then thy heart Shall never know that we can tell What sweets in stoln embraces dwell This only meanes may find it out If when I dy Physicians doubt What caus'd my death and there to view Of all their judgements which was true ' Rip up my heart O then I fear The world will see thy picture there A prayer to the Wind. GOe thou gentle whispering Wind Bear this sigh and if thou find Where my cruell fair doth rest Cast it in her snowie brest So enflam'd by my desire It may set her heart a-fire Those sweet kisses thou shalt gain Will reward thee for thy pain Boldly light upon her lip There suck odours and thence skip To her bosome lastly fall Down and wander over all Range about those Ivorie hills From whose every part distils Amber dew there spices grow There pure streames of Nectar flow There perfume thy self and bring All those sweets upon thy wing As thou return'st change by thy power Every weed into a flower Turn each Thistle to a Vine Make the Bramble Eglantine For so rich a bootie made Doe but this and I am paid Thou canst with thy powerfull blast Heat apace and coole as fast Thou canst kindle hidden flame And agen destroy the same Then for pity either stir Vp the fire of love in her That alike both flames may shine Or else quite extinguish mine Mediocrity in love rejected SONG GIve me more Love or more Disdain The Torrid or the Frozen Zone Bring equall ease unto my paine The Temperate affords me none Either extreme of Love or Hate Is sweeter than a calme estate Give me a storme is it be Love Like Danae in that golden showr I swim in pleasure if it prove Disdain that Torrent will devour My Vulture-hopes and he 's possest Of Heaven that 's but from Hell releast Then crown my joyes or cure my pain Give me more Love or more Disdaine SONG Good counsell to a young Maid GAze not on thy beauties pride Tender Maid in the false side That from Lovers eyes doth slide Let thy faithfull Chrystall show How thy colours come and goe Beautie takes a foyle from woe Love that in those smooth streames lyes Vnder pities faire disguise Will thy melting heart suprize Nets of passions
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
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
Thomas Carew Gentleman of the Bed chamber to King Charles the First From a Medal by Varin POEMS With a MASKE BY THOMAS CAREW Esq One of the Gent. of the Privy-Chamber and Sewer in Ordinary to his late Majestie The Songs were set in Musick by Mr. HENRY LAWES Gent. of the Kings Chappell and one of his late Majesties Private-Musick The third Edition revised and enlarged LONDON Printed for H. M. and are to be sold by J Martin at the signe of the Bell in St. Pauls-Church-Yard 1651. POEMS The Spring NOw that the winter's gone the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes and now no more the frost Candies the grass or casts an ycie cream Vpon the Silver Lake or Chrystal stream But the warm Sun thawes the benummed Earth And makes it tender gives a sacred birth To the dead Swallow wakes in hollow tree The drowsie Cuckow and the Humble-Bee Now doe a quire of chirping Minstrels bring In triumph to the world the youthfull Spring The vallies hills and woods in rich aray Welcome the comming of the long'd for May. Now all things smile only my Love doth lowre Nor hath the scalding Noon-day-Sun the power To melt that marble yce which still doth hold Her heart congeald and makes her pitty cold The Oxe which lately did for shelter fly Into the stall doth now securely ly In open fields and love no more is made By the fire side but in the cooler shade Amyntas now doth with his Cloris sleep Vnder a Sycamore and all things keep Time with the season only she doth carry Iune in her eyes in her heart Ianuary To A. L. Perswasions to love THinke not 'cause men flatt'ring say Y' are fresh as Aprill Sweet as May Bright as is the Morning starr That you are so or though you are Be not therefore proud and doem All men unworthy your esteem For being so you lose the pleasure Of being fair since that rich treasure Of rare beauty and sweet feature Was bestow'd on you by Nature To be enjoy'd and 't were a sinne There to be scarce where shee hath been So prodigall of her best graces Thus common beauties and meane faces Shall have more pastime and enjoy The sport you lose by being coy Did the thing for which I sue Onely concern my self not you Were men so fram'd as they alone Reap'd all the pleasure women none Then had you reason to be scant But 't were a madnesse not to grant That which affords if you consent To you the giver more content Than me the begger Oh then be Kind to your self if not to mee Starve not your selfe because you may Thereby make me pine away Nor let brittle beauty make You your wiser thoughts forsake For that lovely face wil fail Beautie 's sweet but beautie's frail T is sooner past t is sooner done Than Summers rain or Winters Sun Most fleeting when it is most deare T is gone while wee but say t is here These curious locks so aptly twin'd Whose every hair a soul doth bind Will change their abroun hue and grow White and cold as winters snow That eye which now is Cupid's nest Will prove his grave and all the rest Will follow in the cheek chin nose Nor Lilly shall be found nor Rose And what will then become of all Those whom now you servants call Like Swallowes when your summers done They 'l fly and seek some warmer Sun Then wisely chuse one to your friend Whose love may when your beauties end Remain still firm be provident And think before the summer's spent Of following winter like the Ant In plenty hoord for time of scant Cull out amongst the multitude Of Lovers that seek to intrude Into your favour one that may Love for an age not for a day One that will quench your youthfull fires And feed in age your hot desires For when the storms of time have mov'd Waves on that check which was belov'd When a fair Ladies face is pin'd And yellow spred where red once shin'd When beauty youth and all sweets leave her Love may return but Lover never And old folkes say there are no paines Like itch of love in aged veines Oh love me then and now begin it Let us not lose this present minute For time and age will work that wrack Which time or age shall ne'r call back The snake each year fresh skin resumes And Eagles change their aged plumes The faded Rose each spring receives A fresh red tincture on her leaves But if your beauties once decay You never know a second May. Oh then be wise and whilst your season Affords you dayes for sport doe reason Spend not in vain your lives short hour But crop in time your beauties flower Which will away and doth together Both bud and fade both blow and wither Lips and Eyes IN Celia's face a question did arise Which were more beautifull her Lips or Eyes Wee said the Eyes send forth those poynted darts Which pierce the hardest adamantine hearts From us reply'd the Lips proceed those blisses Which Lovers reap by kind words and sweet kisses Then wept the Eyes and from their springs did powr Of liquid orientall pearl a showr Whereat the Lips mov'd with delight and pleasure Through a sweet smile unlock'd their pearlie treasure And bade Love judge whether did adde more grace Weeping or smiling pearles in Celia's face A Divine Mistris IN Natures peeces still I see Some errour that might mended be Something my wish could still remove Alter or adde but my fair Love Was fram'd by hands farr more divine For shee hath every beauteous line Yet I had been farr happier Had Nature that made me made her Then likenesse might that love creates Have made her love what now she hates Yet I confesse I cannot spare From her just shape the smallest hair Nor need I beg from all the store Of heaven for her one beauty more Shee hath too much divinity for me You gods teach her some more humanity SONG A Beautifull Mistris IF when the sun at noone displayes His brighter rayes Thou but appear He then all pale with shame and fear Quencheth his light Hides his dark brow flyes from thy sight And growes more dim Compar'd to thee than stars to him If thou but shew thy face again When darkenesse doth at midnight raign The darkenesse flyes and light is hurl'd Round about the silent world So as alike thou driv'st away Both light and darkenesse night and day A Cruell Mistris WEE read of Kings and Gods that kindly took A pitcher fild with water from the Brook But I have daily tendred without thanks Rivers of teares that over-flow their banks A slaughter'd Bull will appease angry love A Horse the Sun a Lamb the God of love But she disdaines the spotless sacrifice Of a pure heart that at her altar lyes Vesta is not displeas'd if her chast urn Doe with repayred fuell ever burn But my Saint frowns though to her honour'd name I consecrate a never-dying flame
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
CL. Thou hadst not been So fair if not so kind CE. Oh strange vaine fancy CL. But yet true CE. Prove it CL. Then make brade Of those loose flames that circle you My sun and yet your shade CE. 'T is done CL. Now give it me CE. Thus thou Shalt thine own errour find If these were beauties I am now Lesse fair because more kind CL. You shall confess you erre that hair Shal it not change the hue Or leave the golden mountain bare CE. Ay me it is too true CL. But this small wreath shall ever stay In its first native prime And smiling when the rest decay The triumphs sing of time CE Then let me cut from thy fair grove One branch and let that be An emblem of eternall love For such is mine to thee CL Thus are we both redeem'd from time I by thy grace CE. And I Shall live in thy immortall rime Vntill the Muses dye CL By heaven CE. Swear not if I must weep Iove shall not smile at me This kiss my heart and thy faith keep CL. This breathes my soul to thee Then forth the thicket Thirsis rush'd Where he saw all their play The swain stood still and smil'd and blush'd The Nymph fled fast away Griefe ingrost WHerfore doe thy sad numbers flow So full of woe Why dost thou melt in such soft strains Whilst she disdains If She must still deny Weep not but dye And in thy Funerall fire Shall all her fame expire Thus both shall perish and as thou on thy Heause Shalt want her tears so she shall want thy Verse Repine not then at thy blest state Thou art above thy fate But my fair Celia will not give Love enough to make me live Nor yet dart from her eye Scorn enough to make me dye Then let me weep alone till her kind breath Or blow my tears away or speak my death A Pastorall Dialogue Shepherd Nymph Chorus SHep. This mossie bank they prest Ny That aged oak Did canopie the happy payr All night from the damp ayre Cho. Here let us sit and sing the words they spoke Till the day breaking their embraces broke Shep See love the blushes of the morn appear And now she hangs her pearly store Rob'd from the Eastern shore I' th' Couslips bell and Roses rare Sweet I must stay no longer here Nymph Those streaks of doubtfull light usher not day But shew my sun must set no Morn Shall shine till thou return The yellow Planets and the gray Dawn shall attend thee on thy way Shep If thine eyes gild my paths they may for bear Their useless shine Nymph My tears will quite Extinguish their faint light She. Those drops will make their beams more clear Love's flames will shine in every tear Cho They kist and wept and from their lips and eyes In a mixt dew of briny sweet Their joys and sorrows meet But she cryes out Nymph Shepherd arise The Sun betrays us else to spies Shep. The winged houres fly fast whilst we embrace But when we want their help to meet They move with leaden feet Nym. Then let us pinion Time and chase The day for ever from this place Shep Harke Ny Aye me stay She. For ever Ny No arise We must be gone Shep. My nest of spice Nym my soul. Shep My Paradise cho Neither could say fare-well but through their eyes Griefe interrupted speech with tears supplies Red and white Roses REad in these Roses the sad story Of my hard fate and your own glory In the White you may discover The paleness of a fainting Lover In the Red the flames still feeding On my heart with fresh wounds bleeding The White will tell you how I languish And the Red express my anguish The White my innocence displaying The Red my marty'rdome betraying The frowns that on your brow resided Have those Roses thus divided Oh let your smiles but clear the weather And then they both shall grow together To my Cousin C. R. marrying my Lady A. HAppy Youth that shalt possess Such a spring-tyde of delight As the sated Appetite Shall enjoying such excess With the flood of pleasure less When the Hymeneall Rite Is perform'd invoke the night That it may in shadowes dress Thy too reall happiness Else as Semele the bright Deitie in her full hight May thy feeble soul oppress Strong perfumes and glaring light Oft destroy both smell and sight A Lover upon an Accident necessitating his departure Consults with reason LOVER WEep not nor backward turn your beams Fond eyes sad sighes lock in your breath Lest on this wind or in those streams My griev'd soul fly or sayl to death Fortune destroyes me if I stay Love kils me if I goe away Since Love and Fortune both are blind Come Reason and resolve my doubtfull mind REASON Fly and blind Fortune be thy guide And 'gainst the blinder God rebell Thy love-sick heart shall not reside Where scorn and selfe-will'd error dwell Where entrance unto Truth is bar'rd Where Love and Faith find no reward For my just hand may sometime move The wheel of Fortune not the sphere of Love Parting Celia weeps WEep not my dear for I shall goe Loaden enough with mine own woe Add not thy heaviness to mine Since Fate our pleasures must dis-joyn Why should our sorrowes meet if I Must goe and lose thy company I wish not theirs it shall relieve My grief to think thou dost not grieve Yet grieve and weep that I may bear Every sigh and every tear Away with me so shall thy brest And eyes discharg'd enjoy their rest And it will glad my heart to see Thou wert thus loath to part with me A Rapture I Will enjoy thee nosy my Celia come And fly with me to Love's Elizium The Gyant Honour that keeps cowards out Is but a Masquer and the servile rout Of baser subjects only bend in vain To the vast Idoll whilst the nobler train Of valiant Lovers daily sayl between The huge Colosses legs and pass unseen Vnto the blissfull shore be bold and wise And we shall enter the grim Swisse denies Only to tame sools a passage that not know He is but form and only frights in show The duller eyes that lookt from far draw neere And thou shalt scorn what we were wont to fear We shall see how the stalking Pageant goes With borrowed legs a heavy load to those That made and bear him not as we once thought The seed of Gods but a weak modell wrought By greedy men that seek t' enclose the common And within private arms empale free woman Come then and mounted on the wings of love Wee 'l cut the flitting ayr and sore above The Monsters head and in the noblest seats Of those blest shades quench and renew our heats There shall the Queen of Love and Innocence Beauty and Nature banish all offence From our close Ivy Ewines there I 'l behold Thy bared snow and thy unbraded gold There my enfranchis'd hand on every side Shall o'r thy
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
to lodge th' Inhabitant An Other THis little Vault this narrow room Of Love and Beauty is the tombe The dawning beam that gan to clear Our clouded sky lyes darkened here For ever set to us by death Sent to enflame the world beneath 'T was but a bud yet did contain More sweetness than shall spring again A budding star that might have grown Into a Sun when it had blown This hopefull beauty did create New life in Love's declining state But now his Empire ends and we From fire and wounding darts are free His brand his bow let no man fear The flames the arrowes all lye here Epitaph on the Lady S. Wife to Sir W.S. THe harmonie of colours features grace Resulting Ayres the magique of a face Of musicall sweet tunes all which combin'd To crown one Soveraign beauty lies confin'd To this dark Vault She was a Cabinet Where all the choysest stones of price were set Whose native colours and purest lustre lent Her eye cheek lip a dazling ornament Whose rare and hidden vertues did express Her inward beauties and minds fairer dress The constant Diamond the wise Chrysolite The devout Saphyre Emrauld apt to write Records of memory cheerfull Agat grave And serious Onyx Topaz that doth save The brains calm temper witty Amathist This precious Quarrie or what else the lift On Aarons Ephod planted had she wore One only Pearl was wanting to her store Which in her Saviours book she found exprest To purchase that she sold Death all the rest Maria Went worth Thomae Comitis Cleveland filia praemortua prima virginiam animam exhaluit An Dom. AEt suae ANd here the precious dust is laid Whose purely-tempered Clay was made So fine that it the guest betray'd Else the soul grew so fast within It broke the outward shell of sin And so was hatch'd a Cherubin In height it soar'd to God above In depth it did to knowledge move And spread in breadth to general love Before a pious duty shin'd To Parents courtesie behind On either side an equall mind Good to the Poor to kindred dear To servants kind to friendship clear To nothing but her self severe â—â— though a Virgin yet a Bride â—o every Grace the justifi'd â—â— chaste Polygamie and dy'd Learn from hence Reader what small trust We ow this world where vertue must Frail as our flesh crumble to dust On the Duke of Buckingham Beatissimis Manibus charissimi Viri Ill ma Conjunx sic Parent a vit WHen in the brazen leaves of Fame The life the death of Buckingham Shall be recorded if Truth 's hand â—â—cize the story of our Land Posterity shall see a fair Structure by the studious care Of two Kings rays'd that no less Their wisdome than their power express By blinded zeale whose doubtfull light Made murders scarlet robe seem white Whose vain-deluding phantasmes charm'd A clouded sullen soul and arm'd A desperate hand thirsty of blood Torn from the fair earth where it stood So the majestique fabrique fell His Actions let our Annals tell Wee write no Chronicle this Pile Weares only sorrowes face and stile Which even the envy that did wait Vpon his flourishing estate Turn'd to soft pity of his death Now payes his Hearse but that cheap breath Shall not blow here nor th'unpure brine Puddle those streames that bathe this shrine These are the pious Obsequies Drop'd from his chaste Wifes pregnant eyes In frequent showres and were alone By her congealing sighes made stone On which the Carver did bestow These formes and Characters of woe So he the fashion only lent Whilst she wept all this Monument Another Siste Hospes sive Indigena sive Advena vicessitudinis rerum memor pauca per lege REader when these dumb stones have told In borrowed Speech what Guest they hold Thou shalts confess the vain pursure Of humane Glory yeelds no fruit But an untimely Grave If Fare Could constant happiness create Her Ministers Fortune and Worth Had here that miracle brought forth They fix'd this child of Honour where No room was left for Hope or Fear Of more of lesse so high so great His growth was yet so safe his seat Safe in the circle of his Friends Safe in his Loyall heart and ends Safe in his native valiant spirit By favour safe and safe by merit Safe by the stamp of Nature which Did strength with shape and Grace enrich Safe in the cheerfull Courtesies Of flowing gestures speech and eyes Safe in his Bounties which were more Proportion'd to his mind than store Yet though for vertue he becomes Involv'd Himself in borrowed summes Safe in his care he leaves betray'd No friend engag'd not debt unpay'd But though the starres conspire to shower Vpon one Head th' united power Of all their Graces if their dire Aspects must other breasts inspire With vicious thoughts a Murderers knife May cut as here their Darlings life Who can be happy then if Nature must To make one Happy man make all men just Foure Songs by way of Chorus to a Play at an entertainment of the King and Queene by my Lord Chamberlaine The first of Iealousie Dialogue Question FRom whence was first this fury hurld This Jealousie into the world Came she from Hell Ans. No there doth raign Eternall Hatred with Disdain But she the Daughter is of Love Sister of Beauty Reply Then above She must derive from the third Sphere Her heavenly Off-spring Ans. Neither there From those immortall flames could she Draw her cold frozen Pedigree Quest. If nor from heaven nor hell where then Had she her birth An. I' th' hearts of men Beauty and Feare did her create Younger than Love Elder than Hate Sister to both by Beauties side To Love by Fear to Hate ally'd Despayr her issue is whose race Of fruitfull mischiefes drowns the space Of the wide earth in a swoln flood Of wrath revenge spight rage and blood Quest. Oh how can such a spurious line Proceed from Parents so divine Ans. As streams which from their Chrystall spring Doe sweet and clear their waters bring Yet mingling with the brackish Main Nor tast nor colour they retain Qu. Yet Rivers ' twixt their own banks flaw Still fresh can jealouse doe so An. Yes whilst she keeps the stedfast ground Of Hope and Fear her equall bound Hope sprung from favour worth or chance Tow'rds the fair object doth advance Whilst Fear as watchfull Scentinell Doth the invading Foe repell And Iealousie thus mixt doth prove The season and the salt of live But when Fear takes a larger scope Stifling the child of Reason Hope Then sitting on th' usurped throne Shee like a Tyrant rules alone As the wild Ocean unconfin'd And raging as the Northren-wind 2. Feminine Honour IN what esteem did the Gods hold Fair Innocence and the chast bed When scandall'd vertue might be bold Bare foot upon sharp Cultures spread O'r burning coles to march yet feel Nor scorching fire nor piercing steel Why when the hard edg'd Iron did turn
prov'd since to his marriage vow So as his wandring eyes never drew in One lustfull thought to tempt his soul to sin But that I fear such mention rather may Kindle new grief than blow the old away Then let him rest joyn'd to great Buckingham And with his brothers mingle his bright flame Look up and meet their beams and you from thence May chance derive a chearfull influence Seek him no more in dust but call agen Your scatterd beauties home and so the Pen Which now I take from this sad Elegie Shall sing the Trophies of your conquering eye An Elegie upon the death of Doctor Donne Deane of Pauls CAn we not force from widowed Poetry Now thou art dead Great Donne one Elegie To crown thy Hearse Why yet did we not trust Though with unkneaded dow-bak'd prose thy dust Such as th'uncizard Lect'rer from the flower Of fading Rhetorique short liv'd as his houre Dry as the sand that measures it might lay Upon the ashes on the Funerall day Have we not tune nor voyce didst thou dispence Through all our language both the words and sense T is a sad truth The Pulpit may her plain And sober Christian precepts still retain Doctrines it may and wholsome uses frame Grave Homilies and Lectures but the flame Of thy brave soul that shot such heat and light As burnt our Earth and made our darkeness bright Committed holy rapes upon the will Did through the eye the melting hearts distill And the deep knowledge of dark truths so teach As sense might judge what fancy could not reach Must be desir'd for ever So the fire That fils with spirit and heat the Delphique Quire Which kindled first by thy Promethean breath Glow'd here a while lyes quench'd now in thy death The Muses garden with Pedantique weeds O'r-spread was purg'd by thee the lazie seeds Of servile imitation thrown away And fresh invention planted thou did'st pay The debts of our penurious banquerout Age Licentious thefts that make poetique rage A mimique fury when our soules must be Possest or with Anacreon's extasie Or Pindar's not their own the subtle cheat Of sly exchanges and the jugling seat Of two-edg'd swords or whatsoever wrong By ours was done the Greek or Latine tongue Thou hast redeem'd and opened us a Mine Of rich and pregnant fancie drawn a line Of Masculine expression which had good Old Orpheus seen or all the ancient brood Our superstitious fools admire and hold Their Lead more precious than thy burnish Gold Thou hadst been their Exchequer and no more They each in others dung had search'd for Ore Thou shalt yeeld no precedence but of Time And the blind fate of Langage whose tun'd chime More charms the outward sense yet thou mayst claim From so great disadvantage greater fame Since to the awe of thy imperious wit Our troublesome language bends made only fit With her tough thick-rib'd hoops to gird about Thy Gyant fancy which had prov'd to stout For their soft melting phrases As in time They had the start so did they cull the prime Buds of invention many a hundred year And left the rifled fields besides the fear To touch their harvest yet from those bare lands Of what was only thine thy only hands And that their smallest work have gleaned more Than all those times and Tongues could reap before But thou art gone and thy strickt lawes will be Too hard for Libertines in Poetry They will recall the goodly exil'd train Of gods and goddesses which in thy just raign Was banisht nobler Poems now with these The silenc'd tales i' th' Metamorphoses Shall stuff their lines and swell the windy page Till verse refin'd by thee in this last Age Turn Ballad-rime or those old Idols be Ador'd again with new Apostasie Oh! pardon me that break with untun'd Verse The reverend silence that attends thy Hearse Whose solemn awfull Murmurs were to thee More than these rude lines a loud Elegie That did proclame in a dumbe Eloquence The'death of all the Arts whose influence Grown feeble in these panting numbers lyes Gasping short-winded accents and so dyes So doth the swiftly-turning wheel not stand In th' instant we withdraw the moving hand But some short time retains a faint weak course By vertue of the first impulsive force And so whilst I cast on thy funerall Pile Thy crown of Bayes oh let it crack a while And spit disdain till the devouring flashes Suck all the moysture up then turn to ashes I will not draw the envy to engross All thy perfections or weep all the loss Those are too numerous for one Elegie And 't is too great to be exprest by me Let others carve the rest it shall suffice I on thy Grave this Epitaph incize Here lyes a king that rul'd as he thought fit The Vniversall Monarchy of wit Here lyes two Flamens and both those the best Apollo's first at last the true God's Priest In answer to an Elegiacall Letter upon the death of the King of Sweden from Aurelan Townsend inviting me to write on that subject WHy dost thou sound my dear Aurelian In so shrill accents from thy Barbican A loud allarum to my drowsic eys Bidding them wake in tears and Elegies For might Sweden's fall Alas how may My Lyrique feet that of the smooth soft way Of love and Beauty only know the tread In dancing paces celebrate the dead Victorious King or his Majestick Hearse Prophane with th' humble touch of their low verse Virgill nor Lucan no nor Tasso move Than both not Donne worth all that went before With the united labour of their wit Could a just Poem to this subject fit His actions were too mighty to be rais'd Higher by Verse let him in prose be prays'd In modest faithfull story which his deeds Shall turn to Poems when the next Age reads Of Frankfort Leipsigh Worsburgh of the Rhyne The Leek the Danube Tilly Wallestein Bavaria Dapenbeim Lutzenfield where He Gain'd after death a posthume Victory They 'l think his Acts things rather feign'd than don Like our Romances of the Knight o'th'Sun Leave we him then to the grave Chronicler Who though to Annals he can not refer His too-briefe story yet his Iournals may Stand by the Caesars years and every day Cut into minutes each shall more contain Of great designement than an Emperours raign And since 't was but his Church-yard let him have For his owne ashes now no narrower Grave Than the whol German Continents vast womb Whilst all her Cities doe but make his Tomb. Let us to supreme providence commit The fate of Monarchs which first thought it fit To rend the Empire from the Austrian grasp And next from Swedens even when he did clasp Within his dying armes the Soveraignty Of all those Provinces that men might see The Divine wisedome would not leave that Land Subject to any one Kings sole command Then let the Germans fear if Caesar shall Or the Vnited Princes rise and fall But let us that in myrtle
more with raging storms opprest Wear the cold nights out by the banks of Tweed On the bleak Mountains where fierce rempests breed And everlasting Winter dwels where milde Favonius and the Vernall winds exil'd Did never spread their wings but the wild North Brings sterill Fearn Thistles and Brambles forth Here steep'd in balmy dew the pregnant Earth Sends from her teeming womb a flowrie birth And cherish'd with the warm Sun's quickning heat Her porous bosome doth rich odour sweat Whose perfumes through the Ambient ayr diffuse Such native Aromatiques as we use No forraign Gums nor essence fetcht from farre No Volatile spirits nor compounds that are Adulterate but at Natures cheap expence With farre more genuine sweets refresh the sense Such pure and uncompounded beauties bless This Mansion with an usefull comeliness ' Devoid of Art for here the Architect Did not with curious skill a Pile erect Of carved Marble Touch or Porphery ' But built a house for hospitality No sumptuous Chimney-peece of shining stone Invites the strangers eye to gaze upon And coldly entertaines his sight but clear And cheerfull flames cherish and warm him here No Dorique nor Corinthian Pillars grace With Imagery this structures naked face The Lord and Lady of this place delight Rather to be in act than seem in sight In stead of Statues to adorn their wall They throng with living men their merry Hall Where at large Tables fill'd with wholsome meats The servant Tenant and kind neighbour eates Some of that rank spun of a finer thred Are with the Women Steward and Chaplain fed With dainties cares Others of better note Whom wealth parts office or the Heralds coat Have sever'd from the common freely fit At the Lords Table whose spread sides admit A large access of friends to fill those fears Of his capacious sickle fill'd with meats Of choycest rellish till his Oaken back Vnder the load of pil'd-up dishes crack Nor think because our Pyramids and high Exalted Turrets threaten nor the sky That therefore wrest of narrowness complaines Or streightned Walls for she more numerous trains Of Noble guests daily receives and those Can with farre more conveniencie dipose Than prouder Piles where the vain builder spent More cost in outward gay Embellishment Than reall use which was the sole designe Of our contriver who made things not fine But fit for service Amalthea's Horn Of plenty is not in Effigie worn Without the gate but she within the dore Empties her free and unexhausted store Nor crown'd with wheaten wreathes doth Ceres stand In stone with a crook'd sickle in her hand Nor on a Marble Tun his face besmear'd With grapes is curl'd uncizard Bacchus rear'd We offer not in Emblemes to the eyes But to the taste those usefull Deities Wee press the juycie God and quaff his blood And grind the Yellow Goddess into food Yet we decline not all the work of Art But where more bounteous Nature bears a part And guides her Hand-maid is she but dispence Fit matter she with care and diligence Employes her skill for where the neighbour sourse Powres forth her waters she directs her course And entertaines the flowing streames in deep And spacious channels where they slowly creep In snaky windings as the shelving ground Leads them in circles till they twice surround This Island Mansion which i' th' center plac'd Is with a double Crystall heaven embrac'd In which our watery constellations floate Our Fishes Swans our Water-man and Boat Envy'd by those above which with to slake Their starre-burnt limbs in our refreshing lake But they stick fast nayl'd to the barren Spherl ' Whilst our encrease in fertile waters here Disport and wander freely where they please Within the circuit of our narrow Seas With various Trees we fringe the waters brink Whose thirsty roots the soaking moysture drink And whose extended boughes in equall rankes Yeeld fruit and shade and beauty to the banks On this side young Vertumnus sits and courts His ruddy-cheek'd Pomono Zephyre sports On th' other with lov'd Flora yeelding there Sweets for the smell sweets for the palate here But did you taste the high and mighty drink Which from that Fountain flowes you 'ld think The God of Wine did his plump clusters bring And crush the Falern grape into our spring Or else disguis'd in watery Robes did swim To Ceres bed and make her big of Him Begetting so himself on Her for know Our Vintage here in March doth nothing owe To theirs in Autumn but our fire boyles here As lusly liquor as the Sun makes there Thus I enjoy my self and taste the fruit Of this blest Peace whilst toyl'd in the pursute Of Bucks and Stags th' emblem of warre you strive To keep the memory of our Armes alive A New-yeares gift To the King LOok back old Ianus and survey From Time's birth till this new-born day All the successefull season bound With Lawrell wreaths and Trophies crown'd Turn o'r the Annals past and where Happy auspicious dayes appear Mark'd with the whiter stone that cast On the dark brow of th' Ages past â—dazeling luster let them shine â—n this succeeding circles twine Till it be round with glories spread Then with it crown our CHARLES his head That we th' ensuing year may call One great continu'd festivall Fresh joyes in varied formes apply To each distinct captivity Season his cares by day with nights Crown'd with all conjugall delights May the choyce beauties that enflame His Royall breast be still the same And he still think them such since more Thou canst not give from Natures store Then as a Father let him be With numerous issue blest and see The fair and God-like off-spring grown From budding stars to Suns full blown Circle wish peacefull Olive boughs And conquering Bayes his Regall browes Let his strong vertues over-come And bring him bloodless Trophies home Strew all the pavements where he treads With loyall hearts or Rebels heads But Byfront open thou no more In his blest raign the Temple dore To the Queen THou great Commandress that doest move Thy Scepter o'r the Crown of Love And through his Empire with the Awe Of Thy chaste beames doest give the Law From his prophaner Altars we Turn to adore Thy Deitie He only can wild lust provoke Thou those impurer flames canst choke And where he scatters looser fires Thou turn'st them into chast desires His Kingdome knowes no rule but this What ever pleaseth lawfull is Thy sacred Lore shewes us the path Of Modesty and constant faith Which makes the rude Male satisfied With one fair Female by his side Doth either sex to each unite And sorme love's pure Hermophradite To this Thy faith behold the wild Satyr already reconcil'd Who from the influence of Thine eye Hath suckt the deep Divinity O free them then that they may teach The Centaur and the Horsman preach To Beasts and Birds sweetly to rest Each in his proper Lare and nest They shall convey it to the floud Till there Thy law
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
the State Hath felt this rancour where men great and good Have by the Rabble been mis-understood So was thy Play whose clear yet lofry strain Wisemen that govern Fate shall entertain To the Reader of Master William Davenant's Play IT hath beene said of old that Playes are Feasts Poets the Cookes and the Spectators Guests The Actors Waitors From this Similie Some have deriv'd an unsafe liberty To use their judgements as their Tastes which chuse Without controule this Dish and that refuse But Wit allowes not this large Priviledge Either you must confesse or feel it's edge Nor shall you make a currant inference If you transfer your reason to your sense Things are distinct and must the same appear meet To every piercing Eye or well-tun'd Eare. Though sweets with yours sharpes best with my taste Both must agree this meat 's or sharp or sweet But if I sent a stench or a perfume Whilst you smell nought at all I may presume You have that sense imperfect So you may Affect a sad merry or humerous Play If though the kind distaste or please the Good And Bad be by your Iudgement understood But if as in this Play where with delight I feast my Epicurean appetite With rellishes so curious as dispence The utmost pleasure to the ravisht sense You should profess that you can nothing meet That hits your taste either with sharp or sweet But cry out 't is insipid your bold Tongue May doe it's Master not the Author wrong For Men of better Pallat will by it Take the just elevation of your Wit TO MY FRIEND WILL D' AVENANT I Crowded 'mongst the first to see the Stage Inspir'd by thee strike wonder in our age By thy bright fancie dazled Where each Scene Wrought like a charm and forc't the audience lean To 'th passion of thy Pen thence Ladies went Whose absence Lovers sigh'd for to repent Their unkind scorn And Courtiers who by art Made love before with a converted heart To wed those Virgins whom they woo'd t' abuse Both rendred Hymen's pros'lits by thy Muse. But others who were proof 'gainst Love did sit To learn the subtle Dictats of thy Wit And as each profited took his degree Master or Batchelor in Comedy Wee of th'adult'rate mixture not complain But thence more Characters of Vertue gain More pregnant Patterns of transcendent Worth Than barren and insipid Frute brings forth So oft the Bastard nobler fortune meets Than the dull Issue of the lawfull sheere The Comparison DEarest thy tresses are not threads of gold Thy eyes of Diamonds nor doe I hold Thy lips for Rubies Thy fair cheeks to be Fresh Roses or thy teeth of Ivory Thy skin that doth thy dainty body sheath Not Alablaster is nor dost thou breath Arabian odours those the earth brings forth Compar'd with which would but impaire thy worth Such may be others Mistresses but mine Holds nothing earthly but is all divine Thy tresses are those rayes that doe arise Not from one Sunne but two Such are thy eyes Thy lips congealed Nectar are and such As but a Deitie there 's none dare touch The perfect crimson that thy cheek doth cloath But only that it farre exceeds them both Aurora's blush resembles or that red That Iris struts in when her mantle's spred Thy teeth in white doe Leda's Swan exceed Thy skin 's a heavenly and immortall weed And when thou breath'st the winds are ready strait To filch it from thee and doe therefore wait Close at thy lips and snatching it from thence Bear it to Heaven where 't is Ioves frankincense Fair Goddess since thy feature makes the one Yet be not such for these respects alone But as you are divine in outward view So be within as fair as good as true The Enquiry AMongst the myrtles as I walk't Love and my sighes thus intertalk't Tell me said I in deep distress Where may I find my shepherdess Thou fool said love knowst thou not this In every thing that 's good she is In yonder Tulip goe and seek There thou maist find her lip her cheek In you ennammel'd Pansie by There thou shalt have her curious eye In bloom of Peach in Rosie bud There wave the streamers of her blood In brightest Lillies that there stands The emblems of her whiter hands In yonder rising hill there smels Such sweets as in her bosome dwels 'T is true said I and thereupon I went to pluck them one by one To make of parts a union But on a suddain all was gone With that I stopt said love these be Fond man resemblances of thee And as these flowres thy joyes shall die Even in the twinkling of an eye And all thy hopes of her shall wither Like these short sweets thus knit together The Spark MY first love whom all beauties did adorn Firing my heart supprest it with her scorn Sun-like to tinder in my breast it lies By every sparkle made a sacrifice Each wanton eye now kindles my desire And that is free to all that was entire Desiring more by thee desire I lost As those that in consumptions hunger most And now my wandring thoughts are not confind Vnto one woman but to woman-kind This for her shape of love that for her face This for her gesture or some other grace And where I none of these doe use to find I choose there by the kernell not the rind And so I hope since my first hopes are gone To find in many what I lost in one And like to Merchants after some great loss Trade by retayle that cannot now in gross The fault is hers that made me goe astray He needs must wander that hath lost his way Guiltless I am she did this change provoke And made that charcoal which to her was oak And as a Looking-glass from the aspect Whilst it is whole doth but one face reflect But being crack't or broken there are shown Many half faces which at first were one So love unto my heart did first prefer Her Image and there planted none but her But since 't was broke and martyr'd by her scorn Many less faces in her face are born Thus like to tynder am I prone to catch Each falling sparkle fit for any match The Complement O My dearest I shall grieve thee When I swear yet sweet beleeve me By thine eyes the tempting book On which even crabbed old men look I swear to thee though none abhorre them Yet I doe not love thee for them I doe not love thee for that fair Rich fan of thy most curious hair Though the wires thereof be drawn Finer than the threads of lawn And are softer than the leaves On which the subtle spinner weaves I doe not love thee for those flowers Growing on thy cheeks loves bowers Though such cunning them hath spread None can paint their white and red Loves golden arrowes thence are shot Yet for them I love thee nor I doe not love thee for those soft Red corrall lips I 've kist so oft Nor
shews fourescore years in love The Primrose ASk me why I send you here This firstling of the infant year Ask me why I send to you This Primrose all bepearl'd with dew I strait will whisper in your ears The sweets of love are wash'd with tears Ask me why this flower doth shew So yellow green and sickly too Ask me why the stalk is weak And bending yet it doth not break I must tell you these discover What doubts and fears are in a Lover The tinder OF what mould did nature frame me Or was it her intent to shame me That no woman can come neer me Fair but her I court to hear me Sure that mistris to whose beauty First I paid a Lovers duty Burnt in rage my heart to tinder That nor prayers nor tears can hinder But where ever I doe turn me Every spark let fall doth burn me Women since you thus inflamme Flint and steel I 'l ever name yee A Song IN her fayr cheeks two pits doe lye To bury those slain by her eye So spight of death this comforts me That fairely buried I shall be My grave with rose and lilly spread Otis a life to be so dead Come then and kill me with thy eye For if thou let me live I dye When I behold those lips again Reviving what those eyes have slaine With kisses sweet whose balsome pure Loves wounds as soon as made can cure Me thinks 't is sickness to be sound And there 's no health to such a wound Come then c. When in her chaste breast I behold Those downy mounts of snow ne'r cold And those blest hearts her beauty kils â—â—viv'd by climing those fayr hils He thinkes there 's life in such a death And so t' expire inspires new breath Come then c. Nymph since no death is deadly where Such choyce of Antidotes are neere And your keen eyes but kill in vain Those that are sound as soon as slain That I no longer dead survive Your way 's to bury me alive In Cupids cave wher happy I May dying live and living dye Come then and kill me with thy eye For if thou let me live I die The Carver To his Mistris A Carver having lov'd to long in vain Hew'd out the portraiture of Venus Sunn In marble rocke upon the which did rain Small drisling drops that from a fount did runn Imagining the drops would either wear His fury out or quench his living flame But when he saw it bootless did appear He swore the water did augment the same So I that seek in verse to carve thee out Hoping thy beauty will my flame allay Viewing my lines impolish't all throughout Find my will rather to my love obey That with the Carver I my work do blame Finding it still th'augmenter of my flame To the Painter FOnd man that hop'st to catch that face With those false colours whose short grace Serves but to shew the Lookers on The faults of thy presumption Or at the least to let us see That is divine but yet not shee Say you could imitate the rayes Of those eyes that out-shine the dayes Or counterfeit in red and white That most uncounterfeited light Of her complexion yet canst thou Great Master though thou be tell how To print a vertue Then desist This fair your Artifice hath mist You should have markthow she begins To grow in vertue not insins In stead of that same rosie die You should have drawn out modesty Whose beauty sits enthroned there And learns to look and blush at her Or can you colour just the same When vertue blushes or when shame VVhen sickness and when innocence Shews pale or white unto the sense Can such corse varnish e'r be sed To imitate her white and red This may do well els-where in Spain Among those faces died in grain So you may thrive and what you do Prove the best picture of the two Besides if all I hear be true 'T is taken ill by some that you Should be so insolently vain As to contrive all that rich gain Into one tablet which alone May teach us superstition Instructing our amazed eies T' admire and worship Imag'ries Such as quickly might out-shine Some new Saint wer't allow'd a shrine And turn each wandring looker on Into a new Pigmaleon Yet your Art cannot equalize This Picture in her Lovers eyes His eies the pencils are which limbe Her truly as hers coppy him His heart the Tablet which alone Is for that portraicture the tru'st stone If you would a truer see Mark it in their posterity And you shall read it truly there When the glad world shal see their Heir Loves Courtship KIss lovely Celia and be kind Let my desires freedom find Sit there down And we will make the Gods confess Mortals enjoy some happiness Mars would disain his Mistris charms If he beheld thee in my arms And descend Thee his mortall Queen to make Or live as mortal for thy sake Venus must lose her title now And leave to brag of Cupid's bow Silly Queen Sweet hath but one but I can spy Ten thousand Cupids in thy ey Nor may the Sun behold our bliss For sure thy eies do dazle his If thou fear That hell betray thee with his light Let me ecclipse thee from his sight And while I shade thee from his ey Oh let me hear thee gently cry Celia yeelds Maids often lose their Maiden-head Ere they set foot in Nuptial bed On a Damask rose sticking upon a Ladies breast LEt pride grow big my Rose and let the clear And damask colour of thy leaves appear Let scent and looks be sweet and bless that hand That did transplant thee to that sacred land O happy thou that in that garden rests That Paradise between that Ladies breasts There 's an eternall spring there shalt thou lie Betwixt two Lilly mounts and never die There shalt thou spring among the fertile vallies By bads like thee that grow in midst of Allyes There none dare pluck thee for that place is such That but a good divine there 's none dare touch If any but approach strait doth arise A blushing lightning flash and blasts his eies There'stead of rain shall living fountains flow For wind her fragrant breath for ever blow Nor now as earst one Sun shall on thee shine But those two glorious suns her eyes divine O then what Monarch would not think 't a grace To leave his Regall throne to have thy place My self to gain thy blessed seat do vow VVould be transform'd into a rose as thou The Protestation a Sonnet NO more shall Meads be deckt with Flowers Nor sweetness dwelt in rosie bowers Nor greenest buds on branches spring Nor warbling birds delight to sing Nor April violets paint the grove If I forsake my Celia's love The fish shall in the Ocean burn And fountains sweet shall bitter â—â—rn The humble Oak no flood shall know When floods shall highest hits ore-flow Black Laethe shall oblivion leave If e'r
she awakes he shall resigne His rayes And she alone shall shine in glory all the night For she till day return must keep An Amorous Vigill and not steep Her fayr eyes in the dew of sleep Yet gently whisper as she lies And say her Lord waits her uprise The Priests at the Altar sâ—â—y With Flowry wreathes the Virgin crew Attend while some with roses strew And Mirtles trim the way Now to the Temple and the Priest See her convaid thence to the Feast Then back to bed though not to rest For now to crown his faith and truth Wee must admit the noble youth To revell in Loves sphere To rule as chiefe Intelligence That Orb and happy time dispence To wretched Lovers here For there exalted farre abov All hope fear change or they to move The wheel that spins the fates of Love They know no night nor glaring noon Measure no houres of Sunn or Moon Nor mark time's restless Glass Their kisses measure as they flaw Minutes and there embraces show The hower's as they pass Their Motions the yeares circle make And we from their conjunctions take Rules to make Love an Almanack A married Woman WHen I shall marry if I doe not find A wife thus moulded I 'l create this mind Nor from her noble birth nor ample dower Beauty or wit shall she derive a power To prejudice my Right but if she be A subject born she shall be so to me As to the soul the flesh as Appetite To reason is which shall our wils unite In habits so confirm'd as no rough sway Shall once appear if she but learn t' obey For in habituall vertues sense is wrought To that calm temper as the bodie 's thought To have nor blood nor gall if wild and rude Passions of Lust and Anger are subdu'd When 't is the fair obedience to the soul Doth in the birth those swelling Acts controul If I in murder steep my furious rage Or with Adult'ry my hot lust asswage Will it suffice to say my sense the Beast Provokt me to 't could I my soul devest My plea were good Lyons and Buls commit Both freely but man must in judgement sit And tame this Beast for Adam was not free When in excuse he said Eve gave it me Had he not eaten she perhaps had been Vnpunisht his consent made hers a sinne A divine Love 1. WHy should dul Art which is wise Natures Ape If she produce a shape So farre beyond all patternes that of old Fell from her mold As thine admir'd Lucinda not bring forth An equall wonder to express that worth In some new way that hath Like her great work no print of vulgar path 2. Is it because the rapes of Poetry Rifeling the spacious sky Of all his fires light beauty influence Did those dispence On ayrie creations that surpast The reall workes of Nature she at laft To prove their rapeures vain Shew'd such a light as Poets could not feign 3. Or is it 'cause the factious wits did vie With vain Idolatry Whose Goddess was supreme and so had hurld Schism through the world Whose Priest sung sweetest layes thou didst appear A glorious mysterie so dark so clear As Nature did intend All should confess but none might comprehend 4. Perhaps all other beauties share a light Proportion'd to the fight Of weak mortality scatt'ring such loose fires As stir desires And from the brain distill salt amorous rhumes Whilst thy immortall flame such dross consumes And from the earthy mold With purging fires severs the purer gold 5. If so then why in Fames immortall scrowl Doe we their names inroul Whose easie hearts and wanton eyes did sweat With sensuall heat If Petrark's unarm'd bosome catch a wound From a light glance must Laura be renown'd Or both a glory gain He from ill-govern'd Love she from Disdain 6. Shall he more fam'd in his great Art become For wilfull martyrdome Shall she more title gain to chast and fair Through his dispair Is Troy more noble 'cause to ashes turn'd Than Virgin Cities that yet never burn'd Is fire when it consumes Temples more fire than when it melts persumes 7. Cause Venus from the Ocean took her form Must Love needs be a storm Cause she her wanton shrines in Islands reares Through seas of tears O'r Rocks and Gulphs with our own sighs for gales Must we to Cyprus or to Paphos sayl Can there no way be given But a true Hell that leads to her false Heaven Loves Force IN the first ruder Age when Love was wild Not yet by Lawes reclam'd not reconcil'd To order nor by Reason mann'd but flew Full-summ'd by Nature on the instant view Vpon the wings of Appetite at all The eye could fair or sense delightfull call Election was not yet but as their cheap Food from the Oak or the next Acorn heap As water from the nearest spring or brook So men their undistinguisht females took By chance not choyce but soon the heavenly spark That in mans bosome lurkt broke through this dark Confusion then the noblest breast first felt Itself for its own proper object melt A Fancy MArk how this polisht Eastern sheet Doth with our Northern tincture meet For though the paper seem to sink Yet it receives and bears the Ink And on her smooth soft brow these spots Seem rather ornaments than blots Like those you Ladies use to place Mysteriously about your face Not only to set off and break Shaddowes and Eye beams but to speak To the skild Lover and relate Vnheard his sad or happy Fate Nor doe their Characters delight As careless workes of black and white But 'cause you underneath may find A sense that can informe the mind Divine or moral rules impart Or Raptures of Poetick Art So what at first was only fit To fold up silkes may wrap up wit Coelum Britannicum A MASKE AT WHITE-HALL IN the Banqueting House on Shrove-Tuesday-night the 18. of February 1633. The Inventors Tho. Carew Inigo Iones Non habet ingenium Caesar sed jussit habebo Cur me posse negem posse quod ille putat LONDON Printed for HUM MOSELEY and are to be sold at his Shop at the signe of the Princes Armes in St. Pauls-Church-yard 1651. THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SCAENE THe first thing that presented it selfe to the sight was a rich Ornament that enclosed the Scaene in the upper part of which were great branches of Foiage growing out of leaves and huskes with a Coronice at the top and in the midst was placed a large Compartiment composed of Grotesk work wherein were Harpies with Wings and Lyons clawes and their hinder parts converted into leaves and branches over all was a broken Frontispice wrought with krowles and masque heads of Children and within this a Table adorn'd with a lesser Compartiment with this Inscription COELVM BRITANNICVM The two sides of this Ornament were thus ordered First from the ground arose a square Basement and on the Plinth stood a great vaze of gold richly enchased and
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