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love_n	dear_a	heart_n	soul_n	3,489	5	4.5747	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A31143	The Harmony of the muses, or, The gentlemans and ladies choisest recreation full of various, pure and transcendent wit : containing severall excellent poems, some fancies of love, some of disdain, and all the subjects incident to the passionate affections either of men or women / heretofore written by those unimitable masters of learning and invention, Dr. Joh. Donn, Dr. Hen. King, Dr. W. Stroad [et al].	R. C.; Donne, John, 1572-1631.; King, Henry, 1592-1669.; Strode, William, 1600 or 1601-1645.	1654 (1654)	Wing C105; ESTC R9732	41,392	112

aking head can dream of nothing now But Agonies of a perplexed mind My shaking hand can write down nothing now But fitts of Agues shaking in their kind My quaking heart doth pant within my breast That so great love should find so little rest Vpon May-Day THis morning did I dream of merry May How I did rise and forth a Maying go To take the pleasure of the pleasant day In which we may without all fear of no Methought into a Park of Dear I came A pleasant place and full of pleasing game A goodly pale it had about it round As even as Art could make or Nature bear Which did set forth the goodness of the ground And compass in the hasty flying Dear The Gate was made with clasp of silver fast Where few or none without great favor past The froward Keeper did deny me way And askt me how I durst to come so neer Since it is May said I I trust I may Come in and out so that I steal no Dear No no said he go May it other where Though it be May you may not May it here With that I stood aloof the Park to view And over pale the pleasures to behold Where I perceiv'd a Lawn of perfect hew Which did abound in pleasures manifold Above the which a goodly hill there stood Upon the which there grew a goodly wood Within the Gate I did a Cave espye Whence of sweet breath there blew a pleasant wind Happy were he that at the mouth might lye To cool his heart when hot he doth it find Yet farther in methought there did appear Two lively Springs as any Chrystal clear What kind of Dear it held I need not tell It nothing held that is not holden dear Each thing it held became the Park so well It grieved me that I could not come neer But wo is me that in this pleasant ground Beauty should be the Dear love the Hound Of his Love upon his purpose to travell AS vertuous men passe mild away And wisper to their souls to go While some of their sad friends do say Now his breath goes and some say no So let us melt and make no noise Nor tear flouds nor sigh tempests move 'T were profanation of our joyes To tell the Laity of our Love Movings of th' earth cause harms and fear Men reck on what they did and meant But trepidations of the Sphere Though greater far are innocent Dull sublunary Lovers love Whose soul is sense cannot admit Absence because it doth remove Those things which elemented it But we by love so much refin'd That our souls know not what it is Enter assured of the mind Careless eyes lips and hands do miss Our two souls therefore which are one Though I must go● endure not yet A breach but an expansion As gold to airy thinness beat If they be two they are two so as stiff-●wind Compasses are two Thy soul the fixt foot makes no shoo● to move yet doth if th' other doe And though it in the Centre sit yet while the other far doth rome It leanes and hearkens after it and growes erect as that comes home Such then be thou to me who must like th' other foot obliquelie run Thy firmness draws my circle just and makes me End where I begun J. Dun. To his Mistris of Love and Hate TAke heed of loving mee at least remember I forbade it thee Not that I shall repair m●unthrifty waste of breath and blood upon thy sighs and tears And so recover my lost soul at last for so great joy my life at once out-weares Then least thy love by my death frustate be If thou love me take heed of loving me Take heed of Hating me Or too much triumph in thy Victorie Not that I shall be mine own Officer and Hate with Hate again Retaliate But thou wilt looose the name of Conquerar if I thy conquest perish by thy hate Then least my being nothing lessen thee if thou hate me take heed of hating me Yet Love and Hate me ●oo So these Extreams shall neithers Office doe Love me that I may dye the gentle way Hate me because thy Love 's too great for me Or let these two themselves not me decay So shall I live thy Stage not triumph be Then least thy Love hate and me thou undo O let me live O Love and Hate me too His Dyet TO what a cumbersom unwealdiness And burd●nous corpulence my love had grown But that I did to make it less And keep it in proportion Give it a Dyet made it feed upon That which love worst endures discretion Above one sigh a day I allow'd him not Of which my fortune and my faults had part And if sometimes by stealth hegot A she-sigh from my Mistris heart And though to feast on that I let him see 'T was neither very sound nor want to me If he wrung from me a tear I burnt it so With scorn or shame that him it nourisht not If he suckt hers I let him know 'T was not a tear which he had got His drink was counterfeit as was his meat For eyes that roul towards all weep not but sweat What ever he would distaste I wrote that But burnt my Letters if she writ to me and that favour that made him fat I said if any little be Convey'd by this ah what doth it avail To be the fortieth name in an entail Thus I reclaim'd my Buzzard love to flye At what and when and how where I chuse Now negligent of sport I lye And now as other Faulkners use I spring a Mistris swear write sigh and weep And the game kil'd or lost go talk or sleep Against Marriage THere never lived that married woman yet 〈◊〉 truly could commend the wives estate Though some perhaps in modsty and wit Wil rather prais't then shew their grief too late This Marriage is a field of discontents All over-grown with a confused h●ap Of wrongs cares and many ill events Which Husbands sowe but Wives are forc'd to reap Or like a prison with a painted door Which passengers suppose a Princely place But entred in they do repent full sore Their former errour and their present case O Maids beware of this Tolossa gold 'T is fair in shew but ruine doth infold Against Melancholy GO damned Melancholy get thee hence Thou hell-bred fury torment of the mind Weakner of wit abuser of the sence Within whose bounds al mischiefs are confin'd Thou sullen sin souls torture day and night Health-killing humour Harbinger of Death Grave to content darkner of beauties light Unto all good thou art the floud of Leath A waking dream a spur to jealousie A fond conveyer of a thousand toyes The ready path which leads to Lunacie Is this bereaver of our earthly joyes The Gods I think when we deserv their curse Inflict this plague because there is no worse Dr. Iohn Dun's Will BEfore I sigh my last gasp let me breathe Greet Love some

Negromancy And when to you those things she did impart She used altogether the Black Art She drew the Magick Circle in your eyes And made your hair the chains wherein she ties Rebellious hearts those blew veins which appear Turn'd in Meanders like to either Sphear Misterious figures are and when you list Your voyce commandeth like an Exorcist O! if in Magick you have power so far Vouchsafe me to be your Familiar Nor hath kind Nature her black Art reveal'd On outward parts above some lie conceal'd As by the Spring head men oft times may know The nature of the streames that run below So your black hair and eyes do give direction To make me think the rest of like complection The rest where all rest lies that blesseth man That Indian Mine that Streight of Magollan That world-dividing gulf which who so venters With swelling sayles and ravisht senses enters Into a world of bliss pardon I pray If my rude Muse presumes for to display Secrets unknown or hath her bounds ore-past In praysing sweetness which she ne'r shall tast Starv'd men know there is food blind men may Though hid from them yet know there is a day A Rover in the mark his Arrow sticks Sometimes as well as he that shoots at pricks But if I might direct my shaft aright The black mark would I hit and not the white Loves Elizium I Will enjoy thee now my Caelia come And flye with me to Loves Elizium The Giant Honor that keeps Cowards out Is but a Masker and the servile Rout Of baser subjects onely bend in vain To the vast I doll whilst the Nobler strain Of valiant Lovers daily sayle between Thy huge Colossus legs and pass unseen Unto the blissful shore be bold and wise And we shall enter the grim Switz denies Only tame fools a passage who not know He is but form and only frights in show The duller eyes which look from far draw neer 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 ere we our thought The seed of gods but a weak model wrought By greedy men that seek to inclose the Common And within private arms impale free woman Come then and mounted on the wings of Love Wee 'l cut the fleeting ayre and soar above The Monsters head and in the Noblest seat Of those blest shades quench and renew our heat There shall the Ce●een of Love and innocense Beauty and Nature banish all offence From our close twines there I 'le behold Thy bared snow and thy unbreaded Gold There my unfranchis'd hand on every side Shall o're thy naked polisht body slide No curtaln there though of transparent Lawn Before thy Virgin treasure shall be drawn But the rich Mine to the inquiring eye Expos'd shall ready still for Mintage lye And we will coyn young Cupids there a-bed Of Roses and fresh Mirtils shall be spread Under the cooling shady Cypres Groves Our pillow of the Down of Venus Doves Whereon our panting limbs we 'l gently lay In the faint respit of our active play That so our slumbers may in dreams have leisure To tell the nimble fancy of past pleasure And so our souls that cannot be imbraste Shall the embraces of our bodies taste Mean time the bubling stream shal court the shore The enamour'd cherping wood-quire shall adore In varied tunes the Deity of Love Gentle blasts of Western winds shal move The trembling leavs through their close bowes breath Still Musick whilst we restore our selves beneath Their dancing shades till a soft murmur sent From soules entranc't in amorous languishment Rouse us and shoot into our souls new fire Till we in their sweet extasie expire Then as the empty Bee that late●● bore Into the common treasure all her ●tore Flyes'bout the painted fields with nimble wings Deflowring the fresh Virgins of the Springs So will I rifle all the sweets that dwell In thy delicious Paradice and swell In ruggs of Honey drawn forth by the power Of servent kisses from each spicie Bower I le seize the Rose-buds in the perfum'd bed The Violet knots like curious Mazes spread Through al the Gardens tast the ripened Cherries The warm firm Apples tipt with crimson berries Then will I visit with a wandring kiss The Vail of Lillies and the bower of bliss And where the beautious Region doth divide Into two milkey wayes my lips shall slide Down those smooth Allies wearing as I go A Track for Lovers in the printed snow Then climbing o're the swelling Appenine Retire into the Grove of Egliantine Where I will all those ravish'd sweets distill skil Through Loves moyst Limbeck with Chymick From the mixt mass of our soveraign Balm derive And bring the great Elixar to the Hive Now in more subtler Wreathes I will intwine My sinewy thighes my legs and arms with thine Thou like a sea of Milk shall lye display'd Whilst I the smooth calm Ocean do invade With such a tempest as when Iove of old Set down with Danae in a shower of Gold Yet my tall Pine shall in thy Cyprian strait Ride safe at Anchor and unlade his fraight My Rudder with thy bold hand like a tri'd And skilful Pylot thou shalt steer and guide My Bark into Loves channel where it shall Dance as the bounding waves do rise and fall Then shall thy twining arms embrace and clip My naked body and thy balmed lip Bathe me in juice of kisses whose perfume Like a Religious Incense shall consume And send up holy vapours to those powers That bless our Loves crown our happy howrs That with such Halcian joyes do fix our souls In sted fast peace that no annoy controuls There no rude sounds frights us with suddē starts No jealous ecchoes there shall gripe our hearts Suck our discourse in nor are we betray'd To Rivals by the bribed Chamber maid No Wedlocks bond untwist our unreacht loves We seek no midnight Arbours 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 Elizian ground All things are lawful there that may delight Nature or unrestrained Appetite Like and enjoy to will and not his own We onely sin when Loves Rights are undone The Romane Lucrece there heard the divine Lectures of Love Great Master Aratine And knows as well as Lais how to move Her pliant body in the act of Love To quench the burning Ravisher she hurls Her limbs into a thousand winding curls And studies artful policies such as be Carv'd on the bark of every neighbouring tree By learned hands that so adorn the rine Of those fair plants which as they lye in twine Have flam'd their glowing fires the Grecian Dame That in her endless well sought for a name As fruitless as her work doth now display Her self before the Youth of

old What is it but to wish you years of silver for your Gold Yet do I send a simple Gift to shew my great good will And wish withall that all your years be new and happy still To a Friend on the word Wife THe W. is double wo the I. nought else bu● Jealousie The F. is fawning flattery the E. what else bu● enmity If in the Name there be such strife Then God defend me from a Wife Vpon a Merchant THere was a man and he was semper idem And to be brief he was mercator quidem He had a wife was neither tall nor brevis Yet in her carriage was accounted levis He to content her gave her all things satis She to requite him made him Cuckold gratis Ti his Love upon New-years Even when they were upon parting IF you will leave me leave me dear Or now or never with the Year For now the Year is at an end And now each friend renews his friend And now the date of love expires And now the time truth requires And now your friends envy at me And now it must or never be If you do mean to love me dear Begin to morrow with the year For then doth love it self renew And every friend perform his due Then to and fro the Gifts are sent And paid as if it were for rent And then of friends the most we make Another Lease of Love to take If you will neither leave nor love As by conjecture I can prove You do me wrong to hold me on You wrong your self to care for none You wrong the face that God you gave You wrong the other gifts you have And in revenge of this your wrong Shall love I hope and lack as long Wherefore or love or leave me dear Or now or never with the Year To his Heart MY Heart why dost thou bodily fear that thou dost love in vain Why dost thou fear that gentle meanes will make thee live in pain What though thy Love did never care for wearing of a man What though more craft lurk in her breast then she dissemble can Thy choice is good thy love is great thy faith is true as steel She 's wise what wilt thou more why dost thou fear before thou feel The Hearts Answer ALas what should I do but fear how I may be secure Of that which none could yet come neer how may poor I be sure What though I have the name to be the greatest in her books What though she feed me once a day even with her kindest looks Her choyce is past her love bestowed hear faith no faith can move ● most unworthy shall I hope to gain so good a love A Reply to his Heart MY heart why dost thou reason thus According to thy sense Why dost thou make an evill cause the worse be thy defence What though her choice be past her love bestowed her faith too true What though thou most unworthy be to such a one to sue In choyce is change in love mislike faith used ill may faile Full many speed unworthily why should'st thou strike the sayle The Hearts Answer ALas to reason for my self is but to breed my bane And to be proud of mine estate when I am in the wane What though in choice in love in faith we many changes see What though in my unworthiness she may esteem of me Such choice is chance such love is light such faith is also frail And they that speed unworthily unworthily may fail Of Love WHat thing is love the worst yet the be●● A world of cares and yet a mart of toyes A sea of dangers yet the Haven of rest A hell of torments yet a Heaven of joyes A world a sea a hell to tender hearts A Mart a Haven a heaven to ease their smarts How doth it come that way it seemeth least It fisheth here and hangeth there a bait It hoisteth say I when it doth Anchor cast And strikes Alarm when it sounds retreat And when we think we have it at the bay We may be sure it steals another way What are the works of love more neat then fit For any use and more in skill then proof The fine conceits of every finest wit Of greater ca●● and ●●bour then behoof Much lik● 〈◊〉 sh●t Spiders weave on hie Which have no use but even to catch a Flie W●at is the end of Love still to begin And not to have or sight or hope of end About a little to be long and in An endless suit a thankless time to spend Much like the wheel that turning ever round Doth run apace and yet can get no ground When he was to go into the Countrey ANd must I go from whom what shall I say From hope from health from love from life from all Tha● was or is or may be any way My greatest comfort in each kind of thrall And that beyond the Seas into an I le Where from my joyes I must my self exile What though my native Country be the place What though it be to see my Father dear What though it be my Mother to imbrace And take her blessing for this whole two year What though it were 10000. friends to see ●0000 times this one more pleaseth me To his only one when he was in the Country LEt fools beleeve that absence cureth love Or cools the heart that eye hath set on fire I see I see the farther I remove The farther off I am from my desire And find too well the wound I took by sigh● Is nothing less but rather more by flight For thogh mine eye did daily wound my hear● Yet did I see withall thy lovely face No● every thought gives caus of greater smar● Because I want the hope of wonted grace The only thing wherein I now delight Is that thou dost to me so kindly write If thou didst know what pleasure I do take In every line that thou dost write to me How I do scan each letter for thy sake To pick what kindness I may out of thee I know that thou wouldst write once a week to me In reading thine methinks I talk with thee To her again HOw far how long am I and shall I be From that sweet soul whose looks doe feed mine eye How far how long shal she be kept from me In whom with whom to whom I live and dy For place I take each step a mile to be For time each hour doth seem a year to me Methinks the Sun doth greater leisure take Then he was wont to linger out the day Methinks he goes as if his legs did ake And time it self doth make no haste away If I might rule the Chariot of the Sun I would be bound to make it night at noon But be I far or be I long from thee I am thine own and thine alone my dear No ●ime no place shall change or alter me Though steps were miles every hour a year Perswade thy self that I am with thee

still Though I be here in part against my will When she told him she loved as well as he AS well as I too good for to be true As well as I too sweet for to be sure As well as I a speech too kind for you As well as I too sudden to endure As well as I As well as I I say I ask no more I wish no fairer play As well as I then must you change your vain And watch your times to make your love be seen As well as I then must you leave disdain And shew your self more kind then you have been As well as I As well as I I say I ask no more I wish no fairer play As well as I then will I strive to do More then I can to make you do as much As well as I then will I be to you More then I am to make you to be such As well as I As well as I I say I ask no more I wish no fairer play To his Love IF any be content with words 't is I If any not content with deeds 't is you If any fear your tongues like swords 't is I If any vex the heart that bleeds 't is you 't is you and I that make these sayings true Disdained I and most disdainfull you If any man do live by looks 't is I If any woman loves by fits 't is you If any leave for love his books 't is I If any bats the edge of wits 't is you 'T is you and I that make these sayings true Unhappy I and more then happy you If any strive against the stream 't is I With wind and tide if any go 't is you If any be more then they seem 't is I If any think less then they know 't is you 'T is you and I that make these sayings true Unfeigning I and deep dissembling you If any pluck for prime and miss 't is I If any pluck for flush and hit 't is you When colour holds if any loose 't is I By contraries if any get 't is you 'T is you to whom all gains prove for the best 'T is I that on all gains do loose my rest A Fancie of Love THe Sun had run his race and now began His Steeds to water in the Western Seas When suddenly the sky waxt pale and wan And night drew on the time of rest and ease I lay me down to take my sleep in bed And lo what fancies came into my head Fast by my side there seemed one to stand I know not how possest on every part Possest on either foot on either hand Possest on head but most possest on heart Ladies they seem'd that did divide him so And still at odds both draw him to and fro I sigh to think how I did sigh in sleep And full of pitty pittied his estate I scarce can hold to think how he did weep And make complaint of his unhappy fate Yet went I on to see what Dames they were That did the silly soul in pieces tear Upon his heart his tender heart I saw Love like a Prince sit in a Chair of State Under her feet lay all his thoughts in awe Not daring once their case for to debate The reason was reason it self was fled And scarce did hold a corner of the head Upon this head did foolish fancy sit Devising toyes his Mistris mind to move I never saw the like conceits of wit As thence were sent to get his Mistris love And though he sent unto her more and more He never sent the same he sent before On either hand did sit a modest Dame One on the left another on the right One called Hope the other Faith by name Too constant both for love that was but light Yet winged both as if they would aspire Faith with desert and Hope with hot desire Upon his feet two spitefull ones did sit To weigh him down nail him to the ground To clog his hope his faith his love his wit From getting her to whom he would be bound To wit distrust that hindred faith to flye Despair that hindred hope to mount on hye While I stood musing at his wofull case She passed by that puts him to this pain It grieved me to see so sweet a face To bear a hand so armed with disdain And as his faith began to plead desart With her disdain she thrust him through the heart Do I say him I feel my self her hand This very wound doth drive my dream away Well may I dream that others by me stand But when I wake I must the person play Well may I dream this deed by others true But when I wake it can be none but you When he knew not how to please her IF any man an endless maze do tread Where neither in nor out he finds the way If any's fancy be by reason lead To one that doth both dally and delay If any Anchor cast in careless Cost 'T is only I that study to be lost My wit is snar'd within a Serpents head Where there are many turnings to and fro My foolish heart is yet with reason led To think it reason that it should be so And I my self I grant do study most Conceits of wit by which I may be lost What will you have me do what will you not Shal I be yours not so mine own nor so Go I away I have a new love got Stay I what get I but but in faith Sir no Wish I your love you say I wish no reason Touch I you brest you say I offer treason How will you have me to behave me then Not yours and yet but yours I may not be As touching so not touching doth offend Go I or stay I there is fault in me Yet must I still in this or that offend Untill you tell how I may both amend In truth INn truth sometime it was a sweet conceit To think how Truth Love did live together But now in truth there is so much deceit That truth indeed is gone I know not whither Yet liveth truth and hath its secret Love And Love in Truth deserves to be regarded And Love regard in conscience doth approve Approved truth can never be discarded Then try me first and if that true you prove me In truth you wrong me if you do not love me Vpon a Discourtesie CLose up thy lids mine eye thy leaves mine eare Put up thy pipes my tongu thy stripes my heart Head hide thy self wit leave thy fancies dear Hand let thy pen no more it self impart For when eye sees ear hears heart feels disdain How may I speak or write or think but pain Head akes with casting fancies in his mold Hand shakes with setting of these fancies down Hart quaks to think that love shud wax so cold And each part takes my wrong to be his own But yet since you in them do me forsake 'T is I not they that ake that shake that quake My

time your Beauties flowre Which will away and doth together Both bud and fade and blow and wither On age or an old Face NO Spring or Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in an Autumnall Face Young beauties force your love and to a rape This doth but councel yet you cannot scape If 't were a shame to love here 't were no shame Affection here takes reverences name Were her first years the golden Age that true But now she 's gold oft tri'd and ever new That was her fore-Ides and inflaming time This is her habitable tropick clime Fair eyes who asks more heat then comes from thence He in a Feaver wishes Pestilence Then call not wrinckles graves if graves they are They are Loves graves or else he lies no where Yet lies not Love dead here but here doth sit Vow'd to this trench like as an Anchorite And here till hers which must be his death come He doth not dig a Grave but build a Tombe Here dwels he though he sojourn every where In brief yet still his standing house is here Here where still evening is not noon or ●ight Where no voluptuousness yet all delight In all her words unto all hearers fit You may at Revels you at Councel sit This is Loves Timber youth her under-wood Wine fires in May in August comforts blood Which then comes seasonablest whe● your taste And appetite to other things are past Xerxes strange Lydian love the Platane Tree Was lov'd for age none being so old as she Or else because being young Nature did bless Her Youth with Ages glory barrenness If we love things long sought Age is a thing Which we are fifty years in compassing If transitory things which soon decay Age must be loveliest at the latest day But name not Winter faces whose skin slack Lanck like an unthrifts purse or a souls sack Whose eyes seek light within for all here 's shade Whose mouths are holes rather worn out then made Who 's ev'ry tooth t' his several place is gon To vex their souls at the Resurrection Name not those living Deaths-Heads unto me such I abhor I hate extreams yet I had rather stay With Tombs then Cradles to wear out a day Since such Loves natural action is may still My love descend not journey up the hill Not panting after growing beauties so I shall be one of those that homewards go A Maids Denyall NAy pish nay pew nay faith and will you fie A Gentleman and use me thus yfaith I le cry Gods body what means this nay fie for shame Nay faith away nay fy away introth you are to blame Hark sombody comes leave off I pray I le pinch I le scratch I le spurn I le go away Infaith you strive in vain you shall not speed You mar my ruff you hurt my back my nose will bleed Look look the door is open sombody sees What will they say nay fie you hurt my knees Your buttons scratch O God what a coil is here You make me sweat infaith here 's goodly geere Nay faith let me intreat you if you list You mar my head you tear my smock but had I wist So much before I would have kept you out Is 't not a pretty thing you went about I did not think you would have serv'd me thus But now I see I took my mark amiss A little thing would make me not be friends You have us'd me well I hope you 'l make amends Hold still I 'le wipe your face you swet amain You have got a goodly thing with all your pain O God how hot am what will you drink If you go swetting down what will they think Remember this how you have us'd me now Doubt not ere long but I will meet with you If any man but you had us'd me so Would I have put it up in faith Sir no Nay go not yet stay here and sup with me After at Cards we better will agree A Blush STay lusty blood where canst thou se●k So blest a place as in her cheek How canst thou from that place retire Where beauty doth command desire But if thou canst not stay then flow Down to her panting pap● below Flow like a Deluge from her breast Where Venus Swans hath built her n●st And so take glory to disdaine With azure blew each swelling vaine Then run boyling through each part Till thou hast warm'd her frozen heart If from love it would retire Martyr it with gentle Fire And having searcht each secret place Fly thou back into her face Where live blest in changing those White Lillies to a Ruddy Rose To one that was like his Mistris FAir Copy of my Celia's Face Twin of my soul thy perfect grace Claims in my soul an equal 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 soule first to her flew Yet staid with me so now 't is true It 〈…〉 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 th' Sympathise You hold with her the flames that rise To Lead or Brass or some such bad Mettle a Princes stamp may add The value that it never had But to the pure refined Ore The stamp of Kings imparts no more Worth then it had before Onely the Image gives the rate To Subjects of a Forreign State 'T is priz'd as much for its own waight So though all other hearts resign To your pure worth yet you have mine Onely because you are her Coyne On a Fly that flew into Celia's Eye WHen this Fly liv'd she us'd to play In the Sun-shine all the day Till comming my in Coelia's sight 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 this Flame She did from hand to bosom● skip And from her breath her cheek and lip Suckt all the Incense and the Spice And grew a Bird of Paradice At last into her eye she flew There scorcht in Flames and drown'd in Dew Like Phaeton from the Suns bright Sphere She fell and from her dropt a teare Of which a Pearl was straight compos'd Wherein her Ashes lye inclos'd Thus she receives from Caelia's eye Funeral Flame Tomb Obsequye On the Snow falling on his Mistris breast I Saw fair Cloris walk alone When feather'd Rain came softly down And Iove descended from his Tower To court her in a Silver shower The wanton Snow flew to her breast Like little Birds unto their Nest But overcome with whiteness there For grief it thaw'd into a teare Thence fal●●ng to her vestures hemme To deck her froze into a Iemme On the drawing his Mistris Picture SItting and ready to be drawn What mean these Velvets silk Lawn Embroideries Feathers Fringes Lace When every

pardon thy impurity For do with one with a thousand thou'lt turn Whore Break Ice in one place and it cracks in more Do but with King to Subject thou wilt fall From Lord to Lackey and at last to all An Embleme of Youth Age and Death expressed in a Cherry-stone on the one side is cut a young Damsel on the other an old Beldam The stone Hyeroglifically expresseth Death FAir Mistris be not over-coy In entertaining of this toy The Morall of its pretty Art D●serves a lodging next your heart ●or 't is an Emblem fairest trust me Of what you are now and what you must be Except that envious Death prevent Rich Natures first benigne intent Then doth the gospel of the Stone Prove life and death to dwell in one For this poor Moddel which you view Did sometimes wear as rich a hew As nature gives to any fair Whilst it grew blushing in the Air Whose tempting colour and whose taste Brought it to what you see at last Nay had it hung still on the Tree It would have prov'd the same you see Save that the Artists hand alone For your sake hath his cunning shown Then rarest object of my sight Unfold this three-fold Riddle right And learn from it your April years Bloomes not more fruit of joy then fears And that your beauty is a treasure By Nature lent you at whose pleasure You must restore it when she 'l call And give account for use and all And that your winter fro●ty dayes Brings Almond-buds instead of Bayes To crown your temples and with glory To close the period of your story If those rich Jems which should have lasted Have not in your youth been wasted But Prodigal-like if thou have spent Natures bo●●ies being but lent A●d t●en your last of dayes is come To give you summons to your home You must with grief return to dust She will no longer lend on trust Your beauties Reliques as this Stone Will be a dry contemned bone Perhaps like it some friend vouchsafe To grave thereon your Epitaph Which may be read if not neglected This is the most can be expected Sir S. Steward To his Lady SO may my Verses pleasing be So may you laugh at them and not at me 'T is something to you I would gladly say But how to do it cannot find the way I would avoid the common trodden wayes To Ladies us'd which be of Love or praise As for the first that little wit I have Is not yet grown so neer unto the ●rave But that I can by that dim fading light Perceive of what and unto whom I write Let such as in a hopeless witless rage Can sigh a Quire and read it to a Page Such as can make ten Sonnets ere they rest When each is but a great blot at the best Such as can backs of books and windows fill With their too furious Diamond or Quill Such as are well resolved to end their dayes With a lowd laughter blown beyond the Seas Such as are mortified that they can live Laught at by all the world and yet forgive Wright love to you I would not willingly Be pointed at in every company As was the little Taylor who till death Was great in love with Queen Elizabeth And for the last in all my idle dayes ● never yet did living woman praise ●n Verse or Prose And when I do begin ●le pick some woman out as full of sin ●s you are full of Vertue with a soul ●s black as yours is white a face as foul ●s yours is beautifull for it shall be ●ut of the Rules of Phisiognomie ●o far that I do fear I must displace the Art a little to let in the face ● shall at least four faces be below the Devils and her parched corps shall show ●n her loose skin as if some spirit she were K●pt in a bag by some great Conjurer Her breath shall be so horrible and vild As every word you speak is meet and mild It shall be such a one as will not be Covered with any Art or Policie But let her take all waters fumes and drink She shall make nothing but a dearer stink She shall have such a foot and such a nose As will not stand in any thing but Prose If I bestow my praises upon such 'T is Charity and I shall merit much My praise will come to her like a full bowl Bestowed at most need on a thirsty soul Where if I sing your praises in my Rime I loose my Ink my paper and my ti●● Adde nothing to your overflowing store And tel you nought but what you knew before Nor do the vertuous minded which I swear Madam I think you are endure to hear Their own perfections into question brought But stop their ears at them for if I thought You took a pride to have your vertues known Pardon me Madam I should think them none But if you brave thoghts which I must respect Above your glorious Titles shall accept These harsh disordered Lines I shall ere long Dress up your vertues new in a new Song Yet farre from all base praise or flattery Although I know what ere my Verses be They will like the most servile flattery shew If I write truth and make my subject you A Description of a wisht Mistris NOt that I wish my Mistris Or more or less then what she is Write I ●●ese Lines for 't is too late ●ules to prescribe unto my Fate ●ut as those tender stomacks call ●or some choice meats that like not all ●o queafie Lovers do impart What Mistris 't is must take their heart First I would have her richly sped With Natures blossomes white and red For flaming hearts will quickly dye That have no fewell from the eye Yet this alone will never win Unless some treasure lye within For where the spoil 's not worthy stay Men raise the Siege and march away She should be wise enough to know When and to whom a grace to show For she that doth at randome chuse Will sure her choyse as well refuse And yet methinks I 'd have her mind To loving courtesie inclin'd And tender-hearted as a Maid And pitty only when I pray'd And I would wish her true to be Mistake me not I mean to me She that loves one and loves one more Will love the Kingdome ore and ore I could wish her full of wit So she knew how to huswife it But she whose insolence makes her dare To try her wit will sell her Ware Some other things delight will bring As if she dance or play or sing If hers be safe what though her parts Catch then a thousand forreign hearts But let me see should she be proud A little pride must be allow'd Each amourous boy will sport prate Too freely if she find no state I care not much though I set down Sometime a chiding or a frown Eut if she wholly quench desire 'T is hard to kindle a new fire To smile to toy

is not amiss Sometimes to enterpose a kiss But not cloy sweet things are good And pleasant but are nought for food But stay Nature hath overcaught my Art In her to whom I offer up my heart And evening-passengers shall sooner trace The wantō beams that dance on Thames smooth face Or find the track where once the fowl did stray Or the moist sands which tides have washt away Then ere my heart be sound with taint or spot So a revolt of hers procure it not Ad Amicum THou art the Spring I the leaveless Tree Thou art the flower and I the toyling Bee Thou art the Flax and I the kindling fire I your disdain but you my hearts desire You are the Bride which doth ingage my brest My thoughts in yours though yours elsewhere do rest Say that I rest my lips upon thy cheek A wearied love some place of rest must seek No pillow softer then those cheeks of thine No wearied love more wearied is then mine Then be not coy to answer what I require You need not blush at what I do defire Say that your love doth some way else incline Yet I am yours though you will not be mine The Question of a Lady that was newly wedded A Lady that of late did wed Not knowing sports of Marriage bed Askt of her Husband which he thought most right For Marriage sports the morning or the night He answer'd as he did think most meet The day more holsom but the night most sweet If it be so quoth she and we have leasure We 'l to 't i th' day for health all night for pleasure Dr. Dun's Answer to a Lady Lady SAy not you love unless you do For lying will not honour you Answer of the Doctors Lady I love and love to do And will not love unless be you You say I lye I say you lye choose whether But if we both lye let us lye together Of his estate with Love THe more I seek to find the depth of Love The more I find my self to seck therein For when I thought the fruit thereof to prove I was methought as when I did begin In Love and Vertue wise men wisely say The more a man doth go the more he may For as it comes at first I know not how So doth it bring at lenghth I know not what And when we stand as tho we would not bow Then doth it break our force and ●ast us flat And making us to run an endless course Oft seems to mend but waxeth wors wors Some lay the fault in Love and som again In them that love I mean the women kind I have just cause with others to complain But to complain I never had the mind For what doth it avail me to complain If my complaint may not release my pain When I complain aright she takes it ill And for amends she answers me no force When I complain amiss she rageth still And for amends she makes it ever worse I find no fault in her I may excuse 'T is my ill luck that she doth ●e refuse Which maketh me uncertain what or how To say or think of me or of my Love I saw before with grief I see it now 'T is labour lo●t her setled mind to move Though she make more of me then of the most I count but ill that count without my ●lost Then I deserve she doth a great deal more And yet a great deal less then I desire Would God she kept her courteous deeds in store So that her self with love were set on fire Her deeds are such as I may not complain It is her heart that puts my heart to pain She doth to me that which to all she must And yet as though it were to me alone Her best she layes up for her best betrust Who is her all in all and yet but one In love and vertue wise men wisely say The more we spend stil spend the more we may Thus do I feed on leaves instead of fruit Instead of bodies shadows me content In my account Cyphers for Numbers go My feasting Christmas is a fasting Lent And yet no wrong for my desert is small And all the world is subject to her call When he had written this she read it and said that he writ it more to shew his wit then for any good will whereupon he thus replyed BUt what do I in vain my paper spend without al hope against the stream to move Needs must I end although I know no end If not to love yet for to speak of Love She says that this she says that all I writ was nothing else but for to shew my wit And would to God my wit did shew no more Then I delight to shew my wit therein It were more wit to keep my love in store Then utter all when none of hers is seen Mine is so much she keeps her own in store If mine were less her own would be the more To his Love upon complaint of the uncertainty of his estate She answered him that he should never have cause to repent MY heart the Ship that was tost to fro By winds of fear by waves of deep despair In certian course uncertain what to do Or how to find the weather ever fair At length is got into the Port of rest To wit his only best beloved brest And knit with faith as with a Cable Rope Which wil not shrink though all the world do fail Unto the Anchor of undoubted hope In hope at length with wind and tide to sail He careth not though winds do blow abroad So he may find his harbour in the road A small assurance more contents the mind The greater hope of greater hope to come That which is loose you may with ease unwind The way to all is to be sure of some Which sith you grant I hold my self content With that you say I never shall repent He that hopes you said of him ●s you meant That he never should have cause to repent To his Love when she said that her love was a burthen unto him MY Love why dost thou think thy love a burthen unto me I never felt a thing so light as it doth seem to be Or if thy love a bu●then be as thou dost say my dear Why thinkst thou me unable or unwilling it to bear It is no burthen for to have but for to want thy love From which I do not cannot ought not will not me remove The love is light and doth delight that hath the greatest part The love is heavy that is least and makes a heavy heart Then if thy love a burthen be as thou dost seem to say Think that it never troubles me but when it goes away To his Mistris on New-years-day TO give a Gift where all the Gifts of God so much abound What is it else but even to adde a penny to a pound To wish you years though they be New which yet may make you