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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
on thy silent grave And writ on that earth which such honour had To cloath that flesh wherein thy self was clad And pardon me sweet Saint whom I adore That I this tribute pay out of the store Of lines and tears that 's only due to thee Oh doe not think it new Idolatry Though you are only soveraign of this Land Yet universall losses may command A subsidie from every private eye And press each pen to write so to supply And feed the common grief if this excuse Prevail not take these tears to your own use As shed for you for when I saw her dye I then did think on your mortality For since nor vertue witt nor beauty could Preserve from Death's hand this their heavenly mould Where they were framed all and where they dwelt I then knew you must dye too and did melt Into these tears but thinking on that day And when the gods resolv'd to take away A Saint from us I that did know what dearth There was of such good souls upon the earth Began to fear lest Death their Officer Might have mistook and taken thee for her So had'st thou rob'd us of that happiness Which she in heaven and I in thee possess But what can heaven to her glory adde The prayses she hath dead living she had To say she 's now an Angell is no more Praise than she had for shee was one before Which of the Saints can shew more votaries Than shee had here even those that did despise The Angels and may her now she is one Did whilst she liv'd with pure devotion Adore and worship her her vertues had All honour here for this world was too bad To hate or envy her these cannot rise So high as to repine at Deities But now she 's 'mongst her fellow Saints they may Be good enough to envy her this way There 's loss i' th' change 'twixt heav'n and earth if she Should leave her servants here below to be Hated of her competitors above But sure her matchlesse goodness needs must move Those blest soules to admire her excellence By this meanes only can her journey hence To heaven prove gain if as she was but here Worship'd by men she be by Angels there But I must weep no more over this urn My teares to their own chanell must return And having ended these sad obsequies My Muse must back to her old exercise To tell the story of my martyrdome But oh thou Idoll of my soul become Once pitiful that she may change her stile Dry up her blubbred eyes and learn to smile Rest then blest soul for as ghosts fly away When the shrill Cock proclames the infant-day So must I hence for loe I see from farre The minions of the Muses coming are Each of them bringing to thy sacred Herse In either eye a tear each hand a Verse To my Mistris in absence THough I must live here and by force Of your command suffer divorce Though I am parted yet my mind That 's more my self still stayes behind I breath in you you keep my heart 'T was but a carkasse that did part Then though our bodies are dis-joynd As things that are to place confin'd Yet let our boundless spirits meet And in loves sphere each other greet There let us work a mystique wreath Vnknown unto the world beneath There let our claspt loves sweetly twine There let our secret thoughts unseen Like nets be weav'd and inter-twin'd Wherewith wee catch each others mind There whilst our souls doe sit and kiss Tasting a sweet and subtle bliss Such as gross lovers cannot know Whose hands and lips meet here below Let us look down and mark what pain Our absent bodies here sustain And smile to see how far away The one doth from the other stray Yet burn and languish with desire To joyn and quench their mutuall fire There let us joy to see from farre Our emulous flames at loving warre Whilst both with equall luster shine Mine bright as yours yours bright as mine There seated in those heavenly bowers Wee 'l cheat the lag and lingring houres Making our bitter absence sweet Till souls and bodies both may meet To her in absence A SHIP TOst in a troubled sea of griefs I float Far from the shore in a storm-beaten boat Where my sad thoughts doe like the compass show The severall points from which cross winds do blow My heart doth like the needle toucht with love Still fixt on you point which way I would move You are the bright Pole-star which in the dark Of this long absence guides my wandring bark Love is the Pilot but o'r-come with fear Of your displeasure dares not home-wards stear My fearfull hope hangs on my trembling sayl Nothing is wanting but a gentle gale Which pleasant breath must blow from your sweet lip Bid it but move and quick as thought this Ship Into your armes which are my port will flye Where it for ever shall at Anchor lye SONG Eternity of Love protested HOw ill doth be deserve a Lovers name Whose pale weak flame Cannot retain His heat in spight of absence or disdain But doth at once like paper set on fire Burn and expire True love can never change his seat Nor did he ever love that could retreat That noble Flame which my brest keeps alive Shall still survive When my soule 's fled Nor shall my love dye when my hodye's dead That shall wait on me to the lower shade And never fade My very ashes in their urn Shall like a hallowed Lamp for ever burn Vpon some alterations in my Mistresse after my departure into France OH gentle Love doe not forsake the guide Of my frail Bark on which the swelling tide Of ruthlesse pride Doth beat and threaten wrack from every side Gulfes of disdain doe gape to overwhelm This boat nigh sunk with grief whilst at the helm Dispair commands And round about the shifting sands Of faithless love and false inconstancy With rocks of cruelty Stop up my passage to the neighbour Lands My sighs have rais'd those winds whose fury bears My sayls o'r-boord and in their place spreads tears And from my tears This sea is sprung where nought but Death appears A mystie cloud of anger hides the light Of my fair star and every where black night Vsurpes the place Of those bright rayes which once did grace My forth bound Ship but when it could no more Behold the vanisht shore In the deep flood she drown'd her beamy face Good counsell to a young Maid WHen you the Sun-burnt Pilgrim see Fainting with thirst haste to the springs Mark how at first with bended knee He courts the crystall Nymphs and fling His body to the earth where He Prostrate adores the flowing Deitie But when this sweaty face is drencht In her cool waves when from her sweet Bosome his burning thirst is quencht Then mark how with disdainfull feet He kicks her banks and from the place That thus refresht him moves with sullen
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
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
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
here and in them view The point from which your full perfections grew You naked ancient wild Inhabitants That breath'd this Ayre and prest this flowry Earth Come from those shades where dwels eternall night And see what wonders Time hath brought to light Atlas and the Sphere vanished and a new Scaene appeares of mountaines whose eminent height exceed the Clouds which past beneath them the lower parts were wild and woody out of this place comes forth a more grave Antimasque of Picts the natuall Inhabitants of this Isle ancient Scots and Irish these dance a Perica or Martiall dance When this Antimasque was past there began to arise out of the earth the top of a hill which by little and little grew to bee a huge mountain that covered all the Scaene the under part of this was wild and craggy and above somewhat more pleasant and flourishing about the middle part of this Mountain were seated the three King domes of England Scotland and Ireland all richly attired in regall habits appropriated to the severall Nations with Crowns on their heads Each of them bearing the ancient Armes of the kingdoms they there presented At a distance above these sate a young man in a white embroydered robe upon his fair hair an Olive Garland with wings at his shoulders and holding in his hand a Cornucopia fill'd with corn and fruits representing the Genius of these kingdomes The first Song GENIVS RAise from these rockie cliffs your heads Brave Sonnes and see where Glory spreads Her glittering wings where Majesty Crown'd with sweet smiles shoots from her eye Diffusive joy where good and Fair Vnited sit in Honours Chayr Call forth your aged Priests and chrystall streams To warm their hearts and waves in these bright beames KINGDOMES 1. From your consecrated woods Holy Druids 2. Silver floods From your channels fring'd with flowers 3. Hither move forsake your bowers 1. Strew'd with hallowed Oaken leaves Deck'd with flags and sedgie sheaves And behold a wonder 3. Say What doe your duller eyes survay CHORVS of DRVIDS and RIVERS We see at once in dead of night A Sun appear and yet a bright Noon-day springing from Star-light GENIVS Look up and see the darkened Sphere Depriv'd of light her eyes shine there CHORVS These are more sparkling than those were KINGDOMES 1. These shed a nobler influence 2. These by a pure Intelligence Of more transcendent Vertue move 3. These first feel then kindle Love 1. 2. From the bosomes they inspire These receive a mutuall fire 1.2.3 And where their flames impure return These can quench as well as burn GENIVS Here the fair victorious eyes Make worth only Beauties prize Here the band of Vertue tyes Bout the heart Love's amorous chain Captives tryumph Vassals reign And none live here but the slaine CHORUS These are th' Hesperian bowers whose fair trees bear Rich golden fruit and yet no Dragon near GENIVS Then from your impris'ning womb Which is the cradle and the tomb Of Brittish worthies fair sonnes send A troop of Heroes that may lend Their hands to case this loaden grove And gather the ripe fruits of Love KINGDOMS 1.2.3 Open thy stony Entrailes wide And break old Atlas that the pride Of three fam'd kingdomes may be spy'd CHORVS Pace forth thou mighty Brittish Hercules With thy choyce band for only thou and these May revell here in Loves Hesperides At this the under-part of the Rock opens and out of a Cave are seene to come the Masquers richly attyred like ancient Heroes the Colours yellow embroydered with silver their antique Helmes curiously wrought and great plumes on the top before them a troop of young Lords and Noble-mens sonnes bearing Torches of Virgin-wax these were apparelled after the old Brittish fashion in white Coats embroydered with silver girt and full gathered cut square coller'd and round caps on their heads with a white feather wreathen about them first these dance with their lights in their hands After which the Masquers descend into the room and dance their entry The dance being past there appeares in the further part of the heaven comming down a Pleasant Cloud bright and transparent which comming softly down-wards before the upper part of the mountaine embraceth the Genius but so as through it all his body is seen and then rising again with a gentle motion beares up the Genius of the three kingdomes and being past the Airy Region piereeth the heavens and is no more seen At that instant the Rock with the three kingdomes on it sinkes and is hidden in the earth This strange spectacle gave great cause of admiration but especially how so huge a machine and of that great height could come from under the Stage which was but six foot high The Second Song KINGDOMS 1. HEre are shapes form'd fit for heaven 2. Those move gracefully and even 3. Here the Ayre and paces meet So just as if the skilfull feet Had struk the Vials 1.2.3 So the Ear Might the tunefull footing bear CHORVS And had the Musick silent been The eye a moving time had seen GENIVS These must in the unpeopled skie Succeed and govern Destinie Iove is temp'ring purer fire And will with brighter flames attire These gloriouâ— lights I must ascend And help the Work KINGDOMES 1. VVe cannot lend Heaven so much treasure 2. Nor that pay But rendring what it takes away Why should they that here can move So well be ever-fix'd above CHORVS Or be to one eternall posture ty'd That can into such various figures slide GENIVS Iove shall not to enrich the Skie Beggar the Earth their Fame shall fly From hence alone and in the Sphere Kindle new Starres whilst they rest here KINGDOMES 1.2.3 How can the shaft stay in the quiver Yet his the mark GENIVS Did not the River Eridanus the grace acquire In Heaven and Earth to flow Above in streames of golden fire In silver waves below KINGDOMES 1.2.3 But shall not we now thou art gone Who wert our Nature wither Or break that triple Vnion Which thy soul held together GENIVS In Concords pure immortall spring I will my force renew And a more astive Vertue bring At my return Adieu KINGDOMES adieu CHORVS adieu The Masquers dance their maine dance which done the Scaene againe is varied into a new and pleasant prospect cleane differing from all the other the nearest part shewing a delicious Garden with severall walkes and perterra's set round with low trees and on the sides against these walkes were fountaines and grots and in the furthest part a Palace from whence went high walkes upon Arches and above them open Tarraces planted with Cypresse trees and all this together was composed of such Ornaments as might expresse a princely Villa From hence the Chorus descending into the room goes up to the State The third Song By the Chorus going up to the Queen WHilst thus the Darlings of the gods From Honours Temple to the shrine Of beauty and these sweet abodes Of Love we guide let