from us may arise in one pure flame a double Sacrifice To my Thoughts VVHen fortune flatters you beleeve her not she then upon your safety hath a plot And if she threaten be the same you are and seem the fulnesse of her spleen to dare Though all the World should in division be For emptie glories golden Slavery Be you united let not their disease Poison the sweet Contentment of your Peace For while you keep together and be true unto your selves the World cann't Conquer you In this y'exceed the happiness of Kings arm'd still against the Tide and change of things That neither hopes of Honour can dissolve nor Misery with sad dispair involve Thus be your selves and tread upon the Neck of Danger and dispise Dame Fortunes beck Let her to you be held but Air or Name not worthy to deserve from you a Fame None is so worthy to be envi'd at as such as whose content is wonder'd at So in th' midst of th' Worlds strife and debate your cheerfulnesse doth soar above your Hate To Ioy UNconstant as a smile uncertain as beauty or life or a reflecting Glass Shorter than the dayes glory that brings on a tedious win ters night t' exact upon The virtue of our Patience Or the tears of Widdows which but serve to drown their fears Oh had I not acquainted been with thee I 'd been insensible of misery And comforted my self in my first State with th' thought that all men suffer'd the like Fate Better 't had been still to have liv'd in Woe than once thy happinesse and sweets to know He that ne'r tasted of Delicious fare thinks his own Cates the best and primest ware His Water is his Wine which he doth drink with greater Pleasure from the fountains brink Than ev'r the Epicurean Roman found when in variety he did abound Such unto whom Nature denies a sight can make no difference betwixt dark and light But to have known the day and suddenly by some sad accident deprived be Of th' Vertue of th' splendour he inward finds a greater Torture than whom Nature blinds So had'st thou not apted my Heart for thee I had not found how great thy want would be Unkind in thy departure th' amorous Wind though swift in course doth leave a Sweet behind On its lov'd Flowrs but thou in taking leave giv'st us a kiss as meaning to deceive Yielding us up into the hands of Grief whence there is scarce redemption or relief Yet while th' art with us thou do'st act thy part with such delightfull and reviving Art That dead Hearts are stir'd up to life by thee but violent things do seldome last we see Thou art but here to day and gone tomorrow the Scene is past now enter Tyrant Sorrow Ostella's Welcome to Town VVElcome Ostella with thy Beams more bright Than those that brought the Chaos form and Light Welcome as is a timely season'd Spring And the kind tokens it with it doth bring Welcome as are the Seasons of the Year Unto the earth or News unto the Ear Of him that hath long time lain doom'd to die A pardons brought for his Delivery Welcome as health to the afflicted Sense Or wealth in its intended innocence Welcome as Ransoms to poor Captives are Or as deliv'rance to the Mariner Welcome as peace to a Distracted State On which a tedious War hath quarter'd hate Welcome as is the end to all my fears And welcome as the Musick of the Sphears To a departing Soul or Angels sing A Message to 't which heavenly Comfort bring Welcome my Dearest unto me as joy To the sad Heart whom Love sought to distroy Welcome as is loves best fruition to The longing Souls of them did long time Woo Welcome as is my fancy to my Pen When it is rich and fit for fight of men Welcome as is restored Roses to The Checks the hand of sickness would undo Welcome to me thou Sum of earthly good Welcome as honour to deserving bloud Welcome as Conquest to the valiant mind Welcome as Restauration to the blind Welcome to me as is that holy fire Into the Vestals Brests Heaven doth inspire Welcome as is their blisse when they resign Their Clay to earth and do become Divine Welcome as is Divine untainted Love And welcome as a blessing from above A Dialogue between Love and Honour Honour WHy Fli'st thou me I never knew Honour was shun'd before Love I 've heard that none but Madmen do thy slippery State adore Honour The Gods from such they hate conceal the virtue of my Name To such they Love they do reveal the Glorie of my Flame Love But I have known in climbing up to reach thy Starry Crown That who was raised to the top was suddenly cast down Honour Those had no reverence to me but Fortunes Wealth made great And they being as blind as she did tumble from their Seat They did but at my Title aim of me were ne're possest And onely wore me in their Name and not within their Brest My way unto the Stars doth lead where Gods do keep their Court Where no unhallowed foot must tread there Virtuous souls resort Love The Virtuous who are they frail Man conceivs the prosp'rous so The Miserable needs must than have nought with it to do Honour The Captive that in Dungeon lies if he but virtue own When all the world doth him despise I 'le raise him to a Throne Love Then Honour thou I fear'd thee much I now from it am free Honour And Love thy purity is such I needs must honour thee For we are both ally'd to Heaven and from the Gods receive Those speciall Glories that are given us to Desert to give Chorus Then let us joyn and Crown Ostella's name whose Virtue doth excel the voice of Fame That in her choice she may so happy prove Heaven may applaud her Merit and his Love Ostella weeping for my Imprisonment WAst not those precious tears for me Since Jnnocence cannot be free They sin that live at Liberty I boast a freedome more Immense Than he that is in ev'ry Sense A Pris'ner to his Conscience Weep not Ostella for I 'm sure Whil'st thou this Passion do'st endure Thou rather help'st to kill than cure Should they Ecclipse my eys the sight Of Day and shut me up in Night Those eyes must then afford me Light Should the chill Earth appointed be My Bed Content should Cover me And I would laugh at Misery For how can I be dispossest Of sweet Repose when in thy Brest My Heart securely takes its Rest. The ruin'd Walls would seem to me Rich as the Tyrian-Tapistry So they deprive me not of thee Should I with Bread and Water dine To make the Miracle Divine Thy Lips would change the last to Wine Know then Ostella I am free In ev'ry part enjoying thee The onely Soul of Liberty Ostella questioning of me concerning Clarinda a former Mistress T Were sin to lie Ostella and to thee the greatest piece of Wilfull
Dart of any foe but thee And had'st not wounded me with smiles then Cur'd me with a kisse I had contemn'd thy Sexes Wiles as Enemies to Bliss But having caught me in the Snare I cann't with ease return Had others harms made me beware I might have left to burn But greedy of my misery I Courted so my Fate The Object spake all love to me but the Effect on 't hate No Beauty but thy own shall make me sensible of Woe For when I do the same forsake I must my bliss forgo My Heart shall never yield it self a prisoner but to thee For no respect to Praise or Pelf shall bribe my Constancy When thou shalt from thy Throne of Bliss look down on my sad Heart And know for whose dear sake it is appointed so to smart When thou shalt find I prize thy joy more than my own Content What heart but thine could so destroy a heart so innocent When thou shalt find my Youth to waste my Loyalty endure And I no other Ioys do tast than what thy Hate doth sour When thou shalt find I take Delight in nothing save in thee If Pity won't my love require be kind to murther me Till when my Soul when 't is most sad shall find the way to sing There is no Comfort to be had but what thy Love must bring And if thy Glories think it meet I must their Martyr be When Natures Watch hath left to beat Parewell fair Cruelty To my self ANd why love I the thing that hates me Reason won't admit of this Rather prize the thing that baits me there a promise is of Blisse Though the effect of it perhaps we misse For what appeareth good or great to our Eys our Hearts so deem The Taste directs the Appetit Sweets are made as We esteem But Reason thral'ld to Love who can redeem To the Deceiving Mistress THine eyes shall be my Stars no more they have deceived me He madly doth his Death implore that seeks from them Security I thought they had been fixt on me but wand'ring Lights they prove The more they are admir'd in thee the more they love to gad and rove As though they would out-vy the Light contracted to the Day Until the Glory of the sight some simple Hearts like mine betray Yet boast not of that cruel Art that so out-witted mine For sure thou ne're hadst got my Heart had I not more than hop'd for thine I see there 's Pollicy in Love the slower Men come on The faster your Desires do move 't is Madness You to dote upon For this sad Truth I boldly tell Experience finds it such That had not I lov'd half so well Thou hadst not hated me so much To Cupid CVpid to Arms or th' art betraid there is a Cold Complexion'd Maid That teacheth to ascribe to Thee a Deity is Heresie That thou art made of Wood or Stone set up in Fairs admir'd by none But Children who do Idolize thy Golden Locks and smoother Thighs And at a slender rate may buy thy Godhead and Artilery Cupid lest thou should'st not know her these are tokens that will shew her Her Beams are such though blind they say thou art thou need'st not grope thy way An awfull Brow a piercing Eye presaging Signs of Sovereignty Her Language smooth of weighty Sense which seems as fair as her pretence Whose specious Beauties do infer There is no Sweetnesse but in her And this assumes her Virtual Breath hath pow'r to send us Life or Death Which will be credited by all and Thou thy Fame and Altars fall Unless thou dost by force beat down these rising Evils 'gainst thy Crown Arm then thy self and thou wilt get by wounding her more Praise than yet Tradition ere pil'd up for thee Be now One or no Deity Pursue the Game and thou shalt prove the force of Beauty I of Love Lycoris a Rapture IN vain thou striv'st Lycorice to defeat my purposes thy blushes may retreat But not my Love nor can they easie flight pass unpursu'd or scape the Eagles sight Thou canst not fly my Love for it hath wings swifter then Swallows so the Falcon sings When he hath seiz'd the Dove and vainly she with feeble force strives her poor self to free Art thou not mine did not my Love surprize thee and thy Faith and didst not thou devise An equal Snare for mine since they agree why should not pleasures then at difference be That I do love thee I must needs confess and I am confident thou thinkst no less But he that loves to talk and not to do looseth his Time his Oyl and Labour too What man can love the thing hee 'd not possess as by his mind express his willingness Who spares to speak must never hope to speed The heart that seeks not help may ever bleed Who onely look's and loves but to admire smothers his flames ere they imbrace a fire The Face is but the Index to invite our Eyes to view the thing of more delight So Painters set their peeces forth to win us to survey their better works within And I could be content with all my heart to give my judgement on the inward part 'T is not the Face alone that men adore Love softly whispers 't is for something more And hath so well that secret-sweet exprest we ought to love that part amongst the rest Who values Lories but for the Ayres they make or who the Grape but for the Iuyces sake Who slaves himself to love not to enjoy surrenders up his Freedom for a toy And she that out of simple modesty denies Love Tenets can no Lover be Love answers Love and in that Language best when he is truly by himself exprest Nor put me off with such your queint delayes as heretofore to hope for After-dayes Delayes are dang'rous and my hopes may be like Physick mis-apply'd to poyson me What thanks can she deserve that shews us meat with this proviso that we must not eat He must be Mad-man or a Fool at least that starv's himself with hoping for a Feast And he recorded be a Fool at last that stayes for Milk until his Stomack 's past Or shall against Gods Benefits repine and drink cold Water when he may have Wine What pleasure can there be in this or this we use to flatter Children with a kiss And sure more flames do from my heart arise when I salute those sweet Babies thy Eyes Thou smil'st but like the Sun before a storm so violent fires decay ere scarce they warm Thou lett'st me kiss thy hand to raise my flame then leav'st me to be ruin'd in the same Can this be judged Love or can there be 'twixt Love and Beauty such Antipathy How should I know my Friend from Enemy but by the secrets he intrusted me But thou art so severe none can discover whether thou writ'st thy self or Friend or Lover Happy were they that liv'd in Ages past when nature ty'd both Love and pleasure fast Blest
thy self away I want thee not 't is madnesse to burn day This service is not welcome then begon there are more ways to wast thy self upon Than by thy tedious waiting and pretence of service to become a meer offence It were more Charity to watch the Dead the thought of Love shall light my Soul to Bed To Love IT is no marvel Love thou liv'st so long and though exactly Old art perfect Young To all mens sense thou hadst consuâ—'d and di'd had not our kinder heat thy want suppli'd Thou dost extract thy Comfort from our Hearts our Feebleness thy Nutriment imparts Thou suck'st us dry and leav'st us ne're a Vein unsearch'd that may thy Youth and Pride maintain At their luxurious height In that poor we are tortur'd sev'ral ways to nourish Thee And yet thou cruel ne're art satisfi'd but to support thine doth our States divide By weak'ning us thou do'st renew thy strength by shortning of our lives thine receive length Thou tak'st thy Beauty from our Cheeks thy Youth from ours and thy Decrees are from our Truth Originally fram'd though young art sage and Thou deriv'st thy Youth from others Age Sure thou extract'st the very Quinte sence of Life from Hearts for Mine left me long since After this rate Thou may'st for ever live since Our decaying 's Thy Preservative To Ostella's Brother IT is not now as when my Soul was free and could contract my time to Mirth and Thee Meet the lov'd Sack with lips as resolute as Merchants in the heat of their pursuit Ofth ' Virtue on 't when our exacter taste to make their Wits secure Our own did wast When our Succeeding Cups did Musick send through eithers ear in health to eithers friend When our Comptrolless Mirth her Voice did fit and laugh'd ev'n Melancholly out on 's Wit When ev'ry Brow was clear and ev'ry Heart unthrall'd shew'd Friendships Concord without Art Then was the time of times But now alas I have not so much Heart will break a Glasse My Soul is out of tune as well as I I 'm a meer Eunuch to Society Fly all things but my Passion and do stalk along the Thames sides Melancholly walk As though I meant a Wedding with the Willows bidding adue to Sack Mirth and Boon-fellows This was thy fault then blame thy self not me had I ne're seen thy Sister I had been I. This is a Metamorphosie as true as Ovid ere in 's strength of Fancy drew Ostella visiting me in time of Sicknesse BLest be that Tongue that whisper'd in your Ear my Sicknesse Heaven did surely send you here Upon some Angels Wing to give repose to my Distracted Thoughts this Pitty shews You are ally'd to Heaven I was but now cold as the Morning Air or Deaths chill Brow And now a soft Heat steals through ev'ry Vein and warms my Heart thus you revive the Slain The Dark Cimmerian that hath seal'd his eyes up in continuall sleep would rouze and rise To blesse this happy Omen so from far the Kings rejoic'd when as the Eastern Star Appeard to them like Comfort You do bring for when good Works are done Angels do sing My Scorn to Cupid or Cupid ungodded A God! some jugling Gypsies Brat that silly People wonder at Whose faiths thou hast abus'd with lies And fortune-telling fopperies No more assume the title God that fitter art to have the Rod But use thy Quiver and thy Bow to kill Iack-Daws or fright the Crow Nor boast thy Parentage or Power th' ast lost thy Godhead in one hour Henceforth in scorn thy Figure shall be plac'd on ev'ry Potters Stall Or on the Tester of some Bed thy Altar be some Cup-boards head No fumes of Sacrifice shall rise less from the Mists of Childrens eys When in their Play they Ruine Thee and thou the Sacrificed be No No thou shalt abuse no more our Faiths with thy huge Deeds of Yore Fame lies to prate so much of thee could'st thou so great a Conquerour be Or'e Gods themselves and now want'st wir sufficient Power and Strength to hit A Heart of Flesh and not of Flint odd's death I think the Divels in 't Loves melancholly I Live in th' World but how in such deep Woe as though I were not made ' its joys to know I eat yet feed not from the choisest food I can't extract that goodness doth me good I drink and often still my Sorrow's dry and to chase sadness keep much company Them I disturb for when their Mirth flies high damp't with a fit I break Society Retir'd vnto my Chamber I converse with some known Author either Prose or verse In my Survey if any joys I find conferr'd on any I am strucken Blind If any Mans hard Fate be queintly shewn I straight Compare his Torments with mine own And finding mine exceed leave off to Read the Weight of Sorrow bears me to my Bed There if I sleep my troubled Soul doth Walk and just as Mad-men use to ' its self doth talk Awake my Fancy wanders too and fro as though I knew not where to rest or go In such distracted Passions I am thrown I 'm neither well in Publick nor alone I 'm young and apt for Pleasure single too Objects enough that may my fancy Wooe And yet not Helens Beauty can delight my eye or raise in me an appetite Nor is this Miracle I do impart And yet I breath live move without a heart Ostella's Scorn HAd I not Lov'd thee Cruel fair thou had'st not priz'd thy self so high And thou had'st mist the title Rare had'st not receiv'd it from My eye The Flames that from my Heart did rise wrought by the fuell of Desire To seek the Glory of thy eyes hath rais'd in others brests a fire And I that first did blaze thy Name that long before Obscured lay Am left Consuming in my Flame whilst others Pitty find their Pay Thus by my Love thou wert made Great and by thy Pride my Hearts cast down Ingratitude is the worst Cheat and Prides more infamous then Clown But oh fond Love thou didst my Pen subborn to make her Proud now Pride doth make her Scorn To Ostella VVOuld'st thou live and have thy Name stand glorious in the eys of Men And fixt above the common aym make thy Sex Emulate thy Fame And Treasur'd up in Story be an ever-living Fame to them Or would'st thou to example thee raise Flames in all Posterity Then let thy Lenity reâ—seat My Heart late Captiv'd by thy power Raise it to make thy own more Great they best can save that can Defeat So Caesar's setting up of Pompey's Name Made his own stand secure with brighter Fame A Tempest HElp Love or els I sink for know he best can help that causeth Woe Help 〈◊〉 and with thy smoother Palm the fury of my Passion Calm Succeeding tears in Billows rise as there were Seas met in my eyes My Sighs united proudly groan as the four Winds combin'd in one Hark how they roar my Sighs
and Tears sure have conspir'd to tempt my fears See how they swell now they are met and even a Tempest do beget It shakes my Bark her Ribs do Crack and now my hopes expect a Wreck Help Love for Pity then I pray cre my poor Heart be cast away To Death THou Grand Physitian to a troubled Brest thou that both kill'st and cur'st in one exprest Thou Terrour and thou Comforter no less then Messenger of Hell and Happinesse Thou Conquerour of fraiâ—Humanity who yet t' imprisoned Souls giv'st liberty Why come not I within the benefit of thy Decree thy lingring doth beget My Jealousie say for my life to me is hatefuller then thy Grim shape can be In ev'ry Street Mottality appears and yet I live though drowned in my Tears Kill me and make me happy in my Death that living draw but discontented Breath I thus invok'd in Wrath He made Reply Lovers were made for Torment not to Die A Bird presented to Ostella FAir Bird thou art design'd to be a Messenger from Love and me An Embassy though not so high as that which from the Ark did flie Yet such as Nice Divines admit and Loves Religion Warrants it Go and those sadder Notes of thine which so improv'd by Discord mine Unto the Soveraign of my Heart Peal forth in a confused Aâ—t Sing out my sigh chatter my Groans imperfect speech best breaks our Moans Strike all Hearts sad that hers may know How much of pitty she doth ow To mine pursue her day by day Let her not eat nor drink nor pray Till for her own safe ease and rest her bosom does become thy Nest Where if th' art Martyred by her eys Thou shalt from thence a Phaenix rise Imagination HOw pleasingly doth thy Deceit insinuate into our Sense Where having taken up a Seat what 't is we wish thou steal'st from thence And to thy self thou form'st the Shape which represented to the Mind Doth on its Peace Commit a Rape leaving our Fancy unconfin'd That time that for our Rest is lent imploy'd our thoughts awake to keep Is priz'd to be the sweetest spent although it doth exile our Sleep What Numerous Joys do'st thou beget to flatter each inclining thought As seem t' exceed the Appetite whose subtilty the Wonder wrought But oh the falsenesse of thy Charms that such bewitching joys prepare That when we think th' are in our Arms Ixion like we grasp the Air Ostella saying she pittied me but could not help me PItty without Relief is just one on a sleevelesse Errand sent That wanting what should Shape his trust returns more simple than he went For Naked Pitty brings but Cold and heartless Comfort on his back It onely guilds the grief is told and make us worse in what we lack Compassion bears a Sense with it as though it felt th' afflicted'st Grief Loves Messenger it 's tearmed fit It never comes without relief But th' Pitty that proceeds from you adorns my Temples and my Eyes With Wreaths of Roses mixt with Rue deckt onely up for Sacrifice And in the sweetnesse of that breath You do but Musick forth my Death Reason REason and I long time known friends in all things did comply Till suddenly for unknown ends It shun'd my company And whatsoe're I said or did It still did flie the Sense As though some Sophistry lay hid Or Errour came from thence At last admiring at the Cause of its so strange Neglect I Conjur'd it by it's own Laws to yield me more respect And to resolve me speedily why We at difference were Since first a solemn League did tie us to a Sense more fair Knowing I was in Love it answered me Reason and Madmen never could agree Ostella saying she would not say she did could nor would not Love me I 'm wrapt in such a Mist Reasons cleer light can't lead me through lost betwixr Day and Night Twixt Doubt and Joy my faculties do rise and War with in me and my sense dispise One while I 'm lifted to the Throne of Blisse straight Ponierd by my Fears and struck to th' Abiss Now I am sinking now I Tryton like ride on the Neck of Danger and do strike With my strong hopes my fears into the Main now I 'm a Prince and now a Slave again And thus my fainting joy 'twixt hope and fear doth Ebb and Flow now Wing'd now Clog'd in th' Air Mockt with the shadow of thy Love which I seeking to catch at my pursuit doth flie Why did'st not say thou did'st not nor could'st Love me but those are spoken plain enough to move me Yet why that nimble close then though thou could'st not to sweeten it thou wouldst not say thou would'st not If thou nor do'st nor canst what hope can I assume thou ever wilt oh Destiny So flattering Oracles did tell Mens fate and yet in th' Mistery conceal'd their haâ—e To Ostella my Choice I Would not Wed the Creature that desires to know the secrets of the Marriage Bed And to repell the fury of her fires forsooth in all haste must be Married Nor she who by her Parents Cruelty is made to loath her self and cares not how Shee is bestow'd to Joy or Misery ne're minding Love nor marrriage strickt vow Nor she that hath to any been a Stale and now with frantick Resolution swears The next that comes to Court her shal prevail Oh such a Piece would lug Love by the Ears Nor she that would be Wed to be made fine thinking Content should her Attendant be Beleeving not to want what ere was mine faith such a Piece doth love her self not me Nor your half Matron of some thirty five whose in good law and good-sooths have worn out Her lips and teeth whose Heart is but a Sive as fast as Love creeps in it goeth out Nor the Green-piece that weds for the Ring sake and other pritty things belonging to 't That man that hath her must her Babies make and have a sool and thousand Plagues to boot Nor yet the serious Soul that doth imploy her whole day at her Work or pries into The Cooks affairs in her there is small joy Shee 'l Love me when sh' as nothing else to do Now some will say I can't find such a one that are from one or all these follies free To such I answer that they are unknown unto thy Worth and ignorant of Thee Ostella Confessing She loved Me A Blest confession for which expect though you have justly merited Neglect From Love and me an Absolution for all your past ills against us since that War Brought on this happy Peace This Truce doth give me more than hope assurance I shall live Nay live to joy in You the onely sum of all my hopes from whence my Blisse must come The Gods will recompence you for this Deed And amplifie your Glory in your Seed But I admire you hold me in suspence so long knowing my Loves pure innocence That though with Love I seem'd to be all
to When we 're prohibited from meat we have the greatest mind to eat And thus thy hate doth but enlarge Desire the more represt the more it doth aspire But 'cause I love thee I will shew to thee an easie way t' be rid of me Let me first Sate my longing Eye on thy fair Shapes discovery My hands may next offencelesse Rove and want on in the shade of Love Then let my Ears receive Content in Words that speak a free Consent From thence thou breath'st forth Frankincense to open my obstructed Sense Next let my Appetite be pleas'd each Sense being sated I 'm appeas'd Thus having known All I desire to know Surfeit may soon effect what Hate would do To a timorously willing Mistress LIke Summer bringing in a Dearth or Beauty blasted in its Birth Such is thy Love to me that fils but expectation 'till it kils Thy Smiles no sooner warm my Heart but Frowns dart Death through ev'ry part And the choice pleasure of thine eyes invite me but to Tantalize When thirsty Grief desires to sip Life from the Cherries of thy lip The Root of Life by which they grow declares my Death by answering No. Nor can I guess why it hath bin unlesse to love be held a sin If so the Gods themselves must be in such a sort as deep as We Oh think not Dearest 't is in vain to hope for pleasure without pain Whil'st equal Love and Joys attend us Both Faith and Silence shall befriend us Could'st thou my Heart Anatomize wherein thy perfect Figure lies There should'st thou find what neither Fate nor envious Time shall violate Such Constant Truth my Love doth bear in all thy Fortunes I will share And of each Misery will boast wherein my self shall suffer most Thus dare I boast my Love to thee beyond our frail Humanity For he whose Love transcendeth mine must not write Mortal but Divine And should thy Cruelty extend this loathed Life of mine to end Th' Arabian wonder shall not die more glorious in her Flames than I. Vpon my Noble friend Richard Lovelace Esquire his being in Holland An Invitation A Song COme Adonis come again what distast could drive thee hence Where so much delight did reign sateing ev'n the soul of sense And though thou unkind hast prov'd never Youth was more belov'd Then lov'd Adonis come away For Venus brooks not thy delay Wert thou sated with the Spoil of so many Virgin-Hearts And therefore didst change thy Soil to seek fresh in other parts Dangers wait on forreign-Game we have Deer more sound and tame Then lov'd Adonis c. Phillis fed with thy delights in thy absence pines away And Love too hath lost his Rites not one Lasse keeps Holi-day They have chang'd their Mirth for Cares and do onely sigh thy Airs Then lov'd Adonis c. Elpine in whose Sager Looks thou wert wont to take Delight Hath forsook his Drink and Books 'cause he cann't enjoy thy sight He hath laid his Learning by 'cause his Wit wants Company Then lov'd Adonis come away For Friendship brooks not thy Delay All the Swains that once did use to converse with Love and thee In the language of thy Muse have forgot Loves Deity They deny to write a line and do onely talk of thine Then lov'd Adonis come away For Friendship brooks not thy Delay By thy sweet A 〈…〉 's voice we conjure thee to return Or we ' l rob thee of that choice in whose Flames each Heart would burn That inspir'd by her and sack such Company we will not lack That Poets in the Age to come Shall write of our Elizium To a Mistresse that thinks the sight without other enjoyment is Love sufficient IF thou intend'st onely to try the silent Courtship of the eye Without the sense of what is Good which by Loves fires are understood Command those Cupids to retire Whose Darts are headed with Desire Forbid the Vnion of our Hands each Amorous touch a heat commands Forbid our Lips to meet and melt where the pure Sense of Love is felt Forbid thy Tongue to whisper love That very word hath power to move Whose ardent Breath infused can raise Courage in a dying Man And through each Vein fresh heat restore that had been scar'd with cold before So from thy Air such Vigour came It curl'd my Heart into a Flame Forbid thy Cheeks to shew their Spring forbid thy Nightingale to sing Forbid thy All and ev'ry part to shew so much their Mistress Art For ' less thou keep'st those Baits within They 'l tempt an Anchorite to sin Yet should those Excellencies be depriv'd their proper use in thee Men would be apt their Faiths to pawn th' art but a Picture lively drawn On which each rude presumptuous eye Admiring feasts as well as I. So I confesse my flames may end and thou a Shaddow lose thy Friend Unless my Fancy raise Conceit thou art my Mistress Counterfeit And so surveying each fair part I paint her Figure in my Heart To a vertuous Lady on whom Envy had thrown a Scandal for which she Mourned and hung her Chamber with Blacks LEt not the Sables so benight your eys nor yet entomb your Beauty ere it dics Envy doth from this Sorrow gather strength and grows more huge and monstrous in length He gluts himself upon your Discontent and raiseth from your Sighs his Merriment The giddy people that nought understands Strangers to Truth will like to firebrands Kindle a hot suspicion in each other till they your Honour and your Fame do smother A Stream that may be stopt at the Springs head if let alone may over-flow a Mead Nay drown a League of Earth Now Envy sings and t' paint his Falshood like to Truth he brings This inference Sorrow doth Guilt imply and your offence makes you so often die Then Madam tear those Death-like-Sables thence in th' stead set up your Flags of Innocence And brave Desiance that Truth's light may be no longer hid by Envtes Trechery Thus re-assuming your Hearts jollity Envie will want his food so starving die Spying Splendora through a Casement 'T was late and dark and yet the early Day in her Springs pride ne're shot a brighter R◠Than met my eyes So doth the Queen of light dart through the Ebon Casements of the Night Her comfortable Splendor to redeem The world from darknesse lost in our esteem If You shoot such Beams through Obscurity how full of Glory would your Presence be My Friend Paul Squire THou lent'st me twenty shillings true and ten which thou would'st have me pay thee back agen And for the speed of it thou bid'st me baul and borrow or rob Peter to pay Paul Rare Christian Counsel I commend thee now I 'l gang about it but I ken not how Comfort thy self with hopes I prithee do I have a Friend will do 't I ken not who Perhaps he 's at the Indies with his Ware Constantinople or I know not where Yet I an honest mind
't not brave One can say he past his Grave Nay the very sons of fear love of glorious Acts to hear 55. I exalted with Desire fill'd with more than common fire That Ostella to her Name might have Honour sought out fame 56. See my Errour Fools so may bring their Torch-light to the day For alas could she have more than her own worth own'd before 57. Great things many times arise from small beginnings be men wise Acts I 've read in Honours Story ' gun with danger end with glory 58. These great hopes made many a Swain to forsake his er'st lov'd Plain To lay Hook and Tarbox by And with a sword their room supply 59. When so many Ladds do roam 't were Cowardize to stay at home And my thoughts did soar as high as the proudest Shepheards eye 60. But Ostella she that knew no other Blisse than what she drew From me alas and I. that ne're drew breath but from her Sovereign air 61. She alas could not dispense with my so soon parting thence Sorrow'd then advis'd quoth she thy parting sure will murther me 62. My life doth depend on thine as I hope thine doth on mine Should Death seize thy nobler part alas alas where were my heart 63 Ne're like cruelty was shown when two lives are lost in one And with that her sad heart tries to have passage through her eys 64. Then I kist to stop that grief Mine did need as much relief As we sought to Cure each other Sorrow did our Comfort smother 65. Her eyes over-flowing showres might have drowned her Cheeks Flowers Had not my sighs dry'd up those tears then each Rosie-Bank appears 66. United to her Sense at last quoth she why dost thou make such hast To thy own sad Fate and mine what have I that is not thine 67. Or what can there be more dear to thy self than thou hast here Love no other prize regards than it self it it rewards 68. Sure I am thou once did'st prize no prize dearer than my eyes Those thy worth hath made thy own can'st thou leave thy joys so soon 69. Thou by hazarding thy life mak'st me Widdow e're a Wife Such keen fears my heart do goâ—e that I ne're shall see thee more 70. But alas I sadly doubt that thy flame of Love is out Fires that fiercely burn do waste e're they warm such was thy haste 71. Blame me not my Love is such that it cannot feâ— too much Love is subject to suspect where it finds the least neglect 72. And as apt is to believe things which many times deceive Confidence alone betrayes like a Theef us from our ways 73. Soft suspicion keeps the Road brings us safe to our aboad 'T is a Lecture Love doth read that credulity 's the fools Creed 74. If I erre in doubting thee 't is a pleasing fault in me And a joy to be deceiv'd when my fears are not believ'd 75. But to think that thou wilt go re-assumes again fresh woe But thy will disposeth mine I 'le refer my good to thine 76. Fain my heart would give consent that thou might'st receive Content But my fears do check my will thus Love Passions Combat still 77. When I would say go my Tongue Tels me I would do thee wrong If stay I should Cloud that same might Eternize thy Lov'd Name 78. Thus poor heart Her love Contends with her reason who pretends A claim to love and now agree onely for the good of me 79. And at last as though she meant to breath her last she spake consent Go and what Fate follows thee assure thy self shall govern me 80. We kist and parted Oh quoth she ne're shall this be tan'e from me 'Till Deaths rude Lips ravish it or thy breath revive the heat 81. With such sadnesse the lov'd Vine divested of its pride doth pine Birds so feel the sense of smart when they and their Summer part 82. Our Hearts with grief like vessels grow so full they cannot vent their Woe Who could part with so much Blisse on such cruel tears as this 83. But the Will of Fate must be obeyd none flies his Dstiny And my thoughts pursu'd the worst that Heavens Anger ever curst 84. Parting my promoting hope gives my mind a glorious scope And presents such shapes of joy that my former Griefs destroy 85. Loves forgot and now I crave either Honour or a Grave Fortune hears my wish and shews that she must be won with blows 86. No attempt I leave unsought danger hold a thing of nought Which I spurn and take a Pride in the Bloud falls from my side 87. Courage makes that wound a scratch Streight at Honours lock I snatch For unlesse I have another that same wound doth want a Brother 88. Which I win from the stern foe as my Heart had will'd it so All the prize in this I gat was th' honour to be envy'd at 89. In the heat of these sad Wars fame to breed at home fresh jars Id'ly rumour'd of my Death which was ta'ne by ev'ry breath 90. Not a Lasse but did give o're their mirth and my sad loss deplore And the home kept Lads do strike Passions Discord much alike 91. This Ostella's mother hears sweeter Musick to her Ears Never came from Brook or Dale but she fear'd 't was but a Tale 92. While I absent was there came A Shepheard great in Purse and Name Who sollicited my Dear breathing Poison through her Ear 93. But she long before had ta'ne an Antidote against that bane As fervent was her flames to me as the light to Day can be 94. But her cruel Brested Mother long had practis'd how to smother Her old flames and to invest new thoughts where mine were possest 95. Now again assaults the Prize and withall the subtilties Mothers power or Womans skill can invent she tempts her ill 96. Twits her with her duty then tells the choice she 'ad made of Men The very best rich of cleer bloud what he wants wealth can make good 97. But Ostella that could ne're to such for did thoughts adhere In Loves name stands to her guard and her constancie's her ward 98. Though in th' conflict Nature strove to defeat the force of love Yet her thoughts bring fresh supplies arm'd against all Batteries 99. Which when her spleenfull mother saw nor fair means win nor threatning aw Knels my Death as though from thence she might Warrant her offence 100. But Ostella th' truest made that e're at Loves Altar laid A broken heart faints and doth die each minute fore her Mothers eye 101. Now they wail but oh too late they have kil'd her with my Fate 'T is vain to Court or waste their breath shee 's become a Bride for Death 102. Her bloud hath forsook her face and cold dew usurps the place In her Agony doth rave fetch my Duphnes from the Grave 103. Would he die unkinder he but hark he hath summon'd me And I must hence you do me wrong in
were those Dayes when Brest with Brest did meet and the stol'n sweets of Love not held unmeet When Man had Licence given him with his Eyes to search into Loves profound Mysteries When I do court thee to 't thou plead'st a sin so putt'st a period to 't ere I begin Tell'st me that Chastity 's as cold as Snow and by that Metaphor you must be so But says Experience when the Sun appears he straight dissolves its Body into tears To mourn its own Condition and it turns by often handling so you 'd think it burns Think me the Sun my Dear and by my Art I 'le thaw the Snow congeal'd about thy Heart For know Lycoris there 's no greater Vice in Woman then to be so over nice What though the Fruits forbidden and the Tree Points death to others it speaks life to me Our fears deceive us he whose poor heart dare not stand the peril must not hope to share I' th prize or profit So the Merchants gain doth recompence his Travel and his pain That thing that is with greatest danger won brings greatest pleasures when the doubts are gone So 's fame and Honour purchas'd and by this We make our Acts the Authors of our Bliss For ne're would Souldier any Siege begin did not his hopes perswade him he should win Nor ere did Army onely lye before a Fort to look on 't and to give it o're If there were hopes of Batt'ry and all know long Siege the strongest Fort doth overthrow For violent Outward storms the In works break and Confidence may make the strongest weak Thou art but Woman dearest and canst do no more then what the strength directs thee to Thou hast endeavour'd strongly to resist but still the Seige continues all things mist Thy aime thou shot'st in vain thy force is spent yield on Free-quarter then no Treason 's meant No noise but such as Turtles sigh shall fill thy Eares my dear and I thy victor will Become thy Captive then who 'd shun to be o'recome by such a loving Enemy The Bed shall be our Field and our Alarms shall be soft kisses though we sight in Arms Which I will sow faster then thou canst reap who would no purchase Amity so cheap They say Love Conquers all things if 't be true 't is possible that mine may Conquer you And if no Fable that accounted be I will oppose my Love 'gainst destiny I 'le steal the Frnit from the Hesperides spight of the watchful Draggon when I please And more to further our Content I 'le charm those Argoes Eyes about thee no Ear harm Our whispers by a listning nor a light but thine shall lead me to that blest delight That pure Elizer that All happyness whose Sweets none can but he that tasts express Nor think it desp'rate to be undergone the Will doth make the difficulty none She that yields up her Reason to her Fear looseth her Ioy and finds her Ruin neer For when thy coyness hath me Murdered thy Pitty proves bad Physick to the dead Or could that Pitty me to life restore it cures but one wound to make thousands more Unless it carry with 't express consent and liberty to warrant my content Then he so merciful to let me be o'recome in Love by my o'recoming thee And let your understanding reach at this none hunts the Game but when the Season is Make use of Time Flow'rs ne're so fair decay and Love may turn his course another way Then while our youths do last and Loves agree let not our Pleasures at such difference be The Sweets whereof will lengthen out our time and never fade but still be in their prime The breath of Love shall make our kisses sweet till we conceit our very souls do meet And as our Limbs do lovingly entwine we 'le grow together like the am'rous Vine And want only our fancies shall invent fresh Pleasures when our old grow stale or spent We 'le fright Age from us and force Nature to supply our wants till sheher self undo Revive our Pleasures with each Breath and taste the sweets as often and yet find no waste Thus we will build an Altar to delight on eithers lips and with a flaming sp'rit Our Actions shall be offer'd full of fire first kindled from a mutual desire That Poets now and in the Age to come shall fancy ours the true Elizium Lycoris weeping WEep not Lycoris 't is not meant thou should'st for this one Act repent For where such constant Love hath bin it were a Crime to think a Sin When sin doth bid thee love love not at all but Love to bid thee sin is naturall A Smile WHo would not think to see that Glance the sprightly Genious of a flame But from the heat of Love it came and meant some dead Heart to advance With warmth to Life but oh the ill it onely shews its power can kill Who would believe that hath the Eye of Reason to direct his sence A Hill of rigid Ice could fence the Sun and so dissolveless lye So neer the torrid Zone but oh that is the frigid one below So eithers Natures works upon excess as they excel in either more or less To Mrs. J. H. upon my recovery of a fit of sickness Song 'T Is true I did receive a life from you for he 's unjust That shall deny the Miracles thou do'st when my poor heart Was ready to depart This air thou cam'st to visit me And brought'st me heav'nly Surgery in either eye But see This Mercy 's full of Cruelty for I had paid But one poor life had then my frame decay'd When now to please Your Pride is a disease past Cure for which each minute I Suffer a death yet cannot dy 't is Tyranny My Heart Whereon you practice all your Art you 'l say's your own So Surg'ons torture er'e their skill be shown if you 'l devise Mine to Anothomise that so you may advise your skill First be so kind as throughly kill my Wish fulfil To Mrs I. H. upon the sight of a Marble Coverture or Statue in the Church OBserve Ostella how it weeps As though it griev'd for what it keeps And seems a pitteoâ—s sense to owne Because its empty guess hath none Or that it should not be the same In sense it seems to be in Fame And can thy Brests be harder far Then Rocks of Flint or Marble ar Is 't not a shame thou shouldst be known To have less pitty then a stone But since thy Heart of flesh Tears can't perswade My prayes shall be to have it Marble made A Frown INdeed I am the same I was last night My wit 's as safe and have a heart as light As Air in' ts subtlist Motion and I swear I have not wrong'd the least Curl of my hair With violence nor hath my manly Brest with any thumps ridiculous been oprest My Buttons and my Button-holes are firm so is my shirt my Eyes did need no term Of Art or