tydings Every silver Spring Glories when that Lisander it may bring Vnto a happy shoare Never a friend Is there of mine but does thy valour send As if it were a Marses Some did tast That were their enemies of what thou hast When as the Sylvian gods had left them to * Ruine thou conquenedst that fiercer foe For strangers thou didst hazzard out the dye Then must Cleander know thy cruelty Must friendship have no recompence but this What is in it that can bee happines Each sonne to Aeol when they waft away What thou hast done will lose their dresse of day And bee turn'd with its foule infection To cloudy vapors Is Cleander gone And by Lisander has the frowne of fate Lowr'd on him O unhappy friendships â—â—ate To what did all the sighs and teares of thine Tend when thou didst commend thy love in brine And sorrowes aire unto the woods when each Of th' harbingers thou how to mourne didst teach When as the mary gould desir'd no sun To shew shee thy unhappy sate did moane Didst thou e're hope for to enioy my love When treacherous to Cleander thou didst prove Thou didst not play the Politician right Enough to kill him in the dead of night A prepar'd field had better fitted this Since thou art tearm'd a Sonne to noblenesse One of her chiefest too thy memorie Which fild the world will by this ruin'd bee Thus does Lisander give reward they 'll say For his friends love his friends life takes away 'T is false Lisander did it not Yee reeds That to each gole of winde doe bend your heads Yee feathery waving fancies yee that doe The falsest alwayes give your credits to And thou base rumour that darst staine the worth Of heavens darling Thunder will breake forth And curb thy trumpetting Though thou beest free A while the Powers will find their enemie Can hee whom great Bellona favoured best Forsake her deity and so staine his crest Perjur'd Berontus but Clâ—rindâ— * more Dare yee wipe of Lisanders noble score Divinitie should hee but goe astray Would turne into sins night its glorious day Hee surely is the mover of that sphere And where his soule directs it must be there Bee bright Lisander shew thy innocence Let that bright Sun display its influence That all may see thee morelesse all may know Thou nee're to such an Erinnys didst owe Or any thought or action What 's divine That will not have some clouds before it shine Yet I 'll disperse all these And since 't is done Confesse to the world the deede was mine alone 'T was mine Lisander This my right hand did That which so long and often I deni'd Yet blame mee not young courtier for 't was thee That wert the cause of this my cruelty Thou sud'st for love and for to recompence It with a grant I attempted this offence A sword was found there bloody All secure I made when I had done the act so pure An essence of rich policy did give Mee leave that while its harborour to live Not for to rage because I feare to dye More would I undergoe sweete friend for thee Were I but sure thou would'st constant prove But how can murderers bee true in love Rage did not make mee doe this stir'd by that Feare t is alas the only thing I hate Yet me thinks I should pare it with another But what thou ere hast I here doe smother done Live still Lisander And for all thy vowes Thy signs thy teares take this which love allowes If thou doest the most wretcht Calista see Yeelding to death as 't is the lawes decree Say to thy selfe Lisander shee did dye Not for Cleanders murder but for thee The Judge shall yeeld thee guiltlesse and for this Let mee but have one teare my dust to blisse * Hee freed her father and brother from theeves in a wood * Her maide who voyc'd abroad the false intelligence LOVES LOOKING-GLASSE Lisander to Calista KNowing by th' superscription whence these came And that they had the faire Calista's name Heaven I invok't to make mee worthy to Enrich my eyes with what the inside show How often I ador'd how often kist The paper where I thought thy hand not mist For to recount would puzzle any one Though he was an Arithmaticion In loves sweete merchandise Why what can come Then say'd I from Calista but a doome To love her whilst I live and where can blisse Ly if not in so great a happinesse Then I presum'd to read But when I see A conspiration for my miserie When I did view my friend Cleanders death And mee the fatall cause given by thy breath My ful blowne worth began to sade mee thought My eyes to dimnesse as they read was brought Thy letter did so gloriously appeare With thy stil'd justice I durst not come neere For feare the rays should burne me how dare I Thinke my selfe cleere when thou accusest mee My martiall hazzards did not freez my blood So much as when I saw thy nuntio's brood Stuck with so many of thy angers darts Now does Lisander read and now hee starts First with a pleasing calme my heart is blest Now comes a Boreas and denyes mee rest His raging blasts he every where sends and Makes my poore soule subject to their command Whilst the flame is disperst through every pore Ready to cast mee unto Charons shore Some words I happily receive of love But thousands my ioys enemies doe prove Neptune in 's fury ne're could give such shocks Vnto a ship as I have by these rocks Iove ne're had with the gyaganticke race Such trouble as I have in one lines space Their suppos'd truths I tremble to deny Because they faine themselves to come from thee Should I deny what is from heaven sent How could I looke for a lesse punishment Then it 's hate to reward me Sweeting speake My part is only no reply to make But will the powers no succour to me lend Can my poore innocence finde ne're a friend Must envy have her will and justice dye Must vertue now be thought impietie I must conclude it so for they confine From libertie thee th' onely stocke divine Of all Elysiums governours Has he No pitty whom we call our Deitie Love in its selfe being so just a thing So holy should have such a God and King How have I been unto my vowes untrue To merit sweet Calista this of you Or to Cleanders friendship how false have I been that here my love must finde a grave Yet have you not the taint as well as I Enjoy I not Calista's destinie To tender arguments so ' gainst me is 'T would make me prisoner from my happines Else I could bring ô that I nought could bring But what would make me with Calista sing My loyaltie to valour who can I taint Me there Calista that ne're erring Saint Yet cannot all these crimson gemmes I weare Pleaders for their Lisander now appeare They can but dare not till Calista's face Banishes frownes and takes her candours grace My very sword if that Calista say It must its trusty master will betray Rather then lose successe to its plot 't will runne To my foe and helpe there to eclips my Sunne Hot in disputing of a question sent Unto me faint I grew A banishment From life I feare which made me soone let goe My nipping sophister my sword my woe Which since I could not find But ah all this Rather detracts then addes to happinesse Why doe I blame my valour ' cause it vail'd To envies cloudy frownes could I have sayl'd Unto a better shoare with my wish 't was ' Cause I should take with faire Calista place Why doe I chide my wounds because they hid Themselves and would not for their Master plead Why doe I rage and question thee my sword ' Cause thou didst run from me thy trusty Lord Some happy fate that knew my friend should dye And she be doom'd the cause instructed yee How you should make me blest I doe accept What you in store so long have for me kept We shall have nothing when thou' rt gone but strife VVho shall with thee first sacrifice their life The Rose the Lilly Panciby what 's best Of natures joy will seeke with thee to rest The meaner beauties will desire to stay To gaine when thou art gone perfections bay Both will dye once both will enjoy one death VVho will not with Calista lose his breath To my Selfe an Allegory ANchor within this port thy ship has yet The smiles of Neptune and no tempests met Yet has no Doris rought her brow nor given Envious or angry lookes All smooth and even Gives thee a welcome yet Yet Englands flood Curles not her silver maine but for thy good Yet has Elysium's calmest breath appear'd No angry North yet yet nothing to be fear'd The gods have to thy voyage prosperous been Trust not another fortune here strike in O happy shoare when I salute thy sand Me thinkes my mother has me at command VVhere can an infant thinke to fare the best If at her dugge it is deny'd to feast Thou stretchest forth thine arme to catch thy sonne Sweet Thamesis with ruine halfe undone Ah! hold me fast lest a dissembling wave VVith witching charmes makes me thy true love leave For when Sh' has got me at her wisht-for state I must indure the rigid front of fate Keepe me close in thine armes for if I finde Thy friendly pledges set none else be kinde The care is taken Ah! blest mother see On thee depends my onely destiny Let envy bubble if there 's such a fiend Against me Thamesis but prove my friend Or let her Dogfish barke I now am free VVhen once thy eye yeelds that I happy be Then goe no further here unsaile thy ship Shee will not hurt but save if thou 'lt be kept FINIS
AVRORATA BY THOMAS PRVIE AN Student of Gonvile and Caius Colledge in Cambridge Carmen amant Musae carmen Apollo beat Nec decrit musae Coelia pulchra me a. Ad Patrem suum charissinium Franciscum Prujean Med. Drem Officium dicat snums cum hoc T. P. Numina carmen habent Tu praestas ni mihi fallor Dicatur libro hoc carmen Officium LONDON Printed for Hugh Perry neere Ivy Bridge in the Strand 1644. TO THAT FAVOVRER OF ARTS The Right Honourable the Countesse of Dorset Governesse to our most Illustrious Kings Children c. THO. PRU tenders with his humblest service these few endeavours To the true Patterne of Beauty and Vertue the quintessences of all Perfection my most honoured Cousins Mistris Margaret St. George Mistris Mary St. George Mistris Katherine St. George Of Hatley St. George Health and Peace Honoured Cousins IT is the nature of a Marygold to open its leaves to none but the Sun despising all other lights And he pleased with so true a servant though poore in all things else shines more graciously upon it then any other The poorenesse of my merit may well parallel me to this flower And the rich portion of your favours whose beames excell that radiant Monarchs of the skie you to him My willingnesse to serve you your commands shall never deny to be equall to my Presidents devotion to its Deity These endeavours you have been pleased to stile worthy a welcome at your faire hands when they were tendered to kisse them Doing so now you will adde to the engagements of him who is Your cousin and servant Thomas Prujean POEMS To the memorie of Sir Philip Sidney SInce that the world owing so much to thee Has paid so little and thy memory Shines not with Rayes fit for it Justice may Call us ungratefull but blest Sidney stay Thou playd'st the subtill thief and with thy wit Hast stolne the rich'st gems of Phoeb's Cabinet Wee court Minerva and the nine Maids too But they all bid us unto Sidney goe Helicon is drunke up Elixars spring Has now no Jove but Sidney for its King When we thinke for to wash in Thespia It bids retreat and to thee make our way How can we deck thee with a verse that will Make thy fame be more glorious sound more shrill 'T were a presumption for to hope to be So great an artist in sweet Poetry Can an earths Genius as thou didst command The governours of blest Elizium's Land If not then Iet our Fancies humbly sing Of Tamarisk's not the onely Sylvian King All I desire is but to be a statre That may be in thy rule though n'ere so farre Let loftier minds a higher pitch to be Coope all their fancies in cares miserie Whil'st thinking to make their formes so divine They suddenly to chaos may decline Yet this I will which my ability Affords admire adore thy vuit and thee And this I cannot doe unlesse thy light Makes me for to adore admire thee right Rest let thy foule pardoning what my muse May in thy vast Elysium pick and chuse For what strickt doome thou for't maist please to give Mee will not scape those who best Poets live To the Right Honourable the Countesse of Dorset Governesse to our most Illustrious Kings Children on the opening of the New-yeare THe new yeare 's come and wisht for Sol appeares Claspt in Aurora's arms His radiant Spheares Want nothing Madam for to make them give Their perfect lustre but your saying live If you but frowne it is enough to bring Deformed Chaos to be natures King And for that cause 't is not resolv'd on yet Whether a night or day shall finish it The fate is in your pow'r I feare 't will bee Our sable Monarch gets the victory Since th' other in its very infant rise Does offer here so poore a sacrifice What can be rich if that it wants your eye To guide it to so blest a treasurie Where lyes a Poets fame but in the hearse Whilst Madam you be pleas'd to read his verse And smile upon 't 't is you can onely raise The tender sprigge and make 't a flourishing baise Then let your beames shoot forth Let sullen night Presume no more upon your happy light Breake through all clouds and in my being blest Sol in his or be enjoyes a happy rest To Coelia a Rapture 1. Smile Coelia And give the world a Robe of light that day may glide away And crave of night to let her have a cloud To be her shroud Blushing in envy for to bee excel'd by thee 2. Make the Sun's Priest Forsake his beames and turne to where thou beest Force him to nest Himselfe within a shade to which his love A Foe did prove That then the heavens may take 't and place It where he was 3. Make Atlas feare The Burthen is on earth that hee should beare When you appeare Make all the Gods descend to court your shrine VVith that one shine And when they 're come say this is my Felicitie To my Booke going to Coelia GOe Booke enjoy thy happinesse 'T is Coelia's hand that thou must kisse 'T is Coelia's eye that now will shine Upon thee what is more divine Some Momus or some envious brat May say thy master is a chat And not a Poet tell 'em then That Coelia likes my Rugged Pen And who dares shew a rigid Front When cheerfully she lookes upon 't Her eare perhaps may let thy verse Into it then my love rehearse Whisper my sighs whisper my teares Which guide the minutes in their sphears Whisper my wounds and tell her how Much in her sending Balme shee 's slow Yet whisper not her cruell shee May answer that my destiny Equalls not hers and so I am Not worthy of her servants name Tell her divinenesse strives to bee Companion with blest Pietie And if true vowes will make me prove So shee shall have them in my love Say to her Cynthia will give Rayes to base earth why should I live Like to a hated shade say shee Lets all that freedome have but mee Though like the Marygold I bend My heart to where shee beams doe send But tell her if I chance to dye Shee loses love though 't liv'd in mee On the spring to Caelia T Is thee faire Caelia on whom nature has Bestow'd that deity which Flora's was Her little young ones haste out of her wombe To take the blessings which from thee may come The morne and her lov'd Phoebus dare no more Send them their radiant kisses when the store Of thy high Lustre comes nor the lov'd sweet Of Zephyr fall upon them when a fleet Thou sendest from thy breath their mother dares Scarce say shee gave them being so appeares Thy greatnesse in perfection Glance t' will bee More then these lights can give if 't come from thee Let one of thy Gales bee sent Caelia Th' perfuming winde for shame will steale away Yet my desire is that thou wouldst not bee
notes to thy welcome in The flowres begin to court thee that they may Have both a god and goddesse to obey But * A lovers jealousie euâ—ningly exprest gentle sweet tell them thy Juliet has Worth that does all their goddesses surpasse Parts to be gain'd that doe deserve a throne Of happinesse such as the gods sit on I will maintaine it since I merited To bee one worth thy love remembred Curst be that Tybalt that young Phaeton Whom valour had bestow'd her reines upon That he must needs strive thy world for to burne And find by thee preferment for the urne That Mantua and not these armes must have The happinesse thy body to receive How long of Romeo must I dreame and when I thinke I have thee catch the ayre againe Once thou vow'dst by thy selfe which I did take To be a greater then thou e're couldst make By heaven its selfe to that thy vow did tend As in it thou thy love didst then commend Yet keepe it as thou wilt all Iuliets cry Will be with Romeo to live and dye LOVES LOOKING-GLASSE Romeo to Iuliet THe greet thou sent'st no more belongs to mee Then when I am sweetly embrac't by thee Onely to that place is ascrib'd all blisse Where Romeo with his faire Iuliet is Mantua's nothing but a cage of woe Where thou art not all countryes will prove so Where is it that the world forgets not day When once it viewes my Iuliet is away The brighter Cynthia does enlarge her dresse That she might offer thee a sacrifice Worthy thy faire acceptance The infant lights Forsake our clouds for to bedeck thy nights Thy memorie should before this complaine That it does one of such poore worth containe Justice should blame thy fancies ' cause they bee Drawne on no other object saving mee My riches are all dig'd from Sorrowes mine Onely some favours that I keepe of thine There thou hast stockt me well then why doe I Make my selfe of so little valew bee One glance of thine is able to create A man an Angell or of purer state How many crownes stemm'd with that influence Had I the night before I went from thence I now give credit to thy words which treat Of my being in divinest parts so great But Iuliet if in this esteeme I live How must thou shine that did'st all to me give And yet thy love has made me raise my pride So high that all but thee I have deny'd There 's none does merit now thou 'st shin'd on mee My giving love to her but onely thee And since 't is so since thou hast made me prove Above the merit of all but thy love Let it be thus my Iuliet let me have The blisse of being thy Romeo to my grave What is it to be banisht from my earth When Iuliet to my comfort gives a birth When Iuliet gives me an Ironick nay Blushing intreaties for to kisse and play Let Tibalt dye and Romeo be sent As a just doome away to banishment What is it to observe so heavy a doome When I may call my Iuliet my home For Iuliet's smile who would not undergoe The clumsey looke of any Prince or moe Say Iuliet that she loves all this distresse T will transmigrate into a happinesse Yet when I name thy cousin griefe does view Some blood of thine in him and that will sue To have a tributary brine The muse That sings his death may out of th' Laurel chuse As faire a branch as any It is thee When hee sings him shall blesse his poetry The Destinies grew proud when as they had Got so much Iuliet within their shade And had he thought how much the world he blest His sword would have enjoy'd a happy rest Had he but harp'd of being thy kinsman borne This fire would ne're have giv'n his ash the urne Verona I must leave law will not let Me of my sweet enjoying Iuliet The blest infusion I did take from thee Makes all the birds strive which should welcome me With the best notes esteeming Romeo The god they ought to sacrifice unto The flowers doe court me thinking that I am A priest that from their Flora lately came To give them some rich nature Here the Rose Bids the winde kisse her leaves straight she stroweâ— Them for my foot-step th' Lilly offers up The richest of her beauty in a cup. All this I had by th' pledge of thy deare love Which for to gaine a second time I 'll prove A desperate Leauder Breake through Seas So with my Hero I may take my ease Let Neptune rage and throw his curles about Dart ruine at me yet I will get out And when I am at Hero's Sestian rowre Laugh at the poorenesse of the Sea-gods powre Let the poore Spider envy lay her snare All is too weake if Iuliets love bids teare I 'le prove the Swallow and undoe againe What to make perfect cost her so much paine And fly into thy lap my wisht-for nest If thou 'lt give leave that in it I may rest Did the devouring gulphs betwixt us lye Them would I venture Iuliet for to see Let Death gape for to catch me as I come Yet I 'll not turne before I see thy home And let not feare wither that rosie bed Upon thy checkes nor make the Lilly dead Know I am Romeo still know I am he VVho vow'd what never shall be broke to thee My selfe shall be my self who dutes who will Forsake life for to runne to deadly ill VVhen I name Iuliet and voyce shee is mine 〈◊〉 make a boast I equall powres divine â—'m banisht faire Verona and will be Banisht life yet never untrue to thee The Argument of Lisanders and Calistas LIsander in a fight was so wounded that hee could not hold his sword and so let it fall Cleander Calistas husband Lisanders Mrs. was killd with it which made him to bee tainted with the murther Berontus Cleanders brother knowing of the love betweene these two layd Calista in prison as a cause thereof but Lisander was out of the way In this distresse shee writes to him fearing his having done it and desiring to know the certainty Loves LOOKING GLASSE Calista to Lisander Imprisoned both in body and in minde Calista sends some comfort for to finde Of thee Lisander that with ioy shee may Swan it out bravely at her dying day Would certainty informe thou wert not hee Whose fatall hand enriched destiny With my lov'd Lord Cleander or would death When hee uncaves my soule dip every breath And memory that has it in his lake His sacrifice I here my selfe would make I honour sonnes to valour Though it bee But counterfeit yet it showes well in thee From them whose tongues would favour no report My eares have cane thy merit all the court Makes their sole eloquence Lisander's name Striving whose wit should blesse the wing of fame Worth never was ador'd with such a zeale As is Lisanders All things learne to tell Vs the glad
Lavish to any in such gifts but mee Let it suffice that the bright sun and morne Shines ' ore them teach them not the south to scorne But let mee have 't twill make me immortall grow Thy light thy sweets if thou canst stoope so low To Doctor Gill on calling mee his friend T is to thee Gill I send and though my verse Has not a Gemme fit for Gustavus hearse Yet I can deck a Phillis and it is That sure which made mee gaine the happinesse Of thy rich Friend-ship Mars did daigne to stile Each light a blisse that came from Venus smile Nor can I read that hee thought Lemniack Arms More worthy of him then the Paphian Charmes Let it not then beget a blush in thee That this thy warlike fancie chose out mee Thou ador'st Mars and I the Queene of love To imitate him thou my Friend shouldst prove A Pastorall Poem SHine faire Clorinda let thy Silvius see No more Eclipses but of miserie Shoote forth thy beams that the proud boasting day May then confesse her every borrowed ray Let not the Easterne King forsake thy sight For he will surely yield thou gavest him light Why should that face bee subject to a cloud Which beauty ever yet hath made its shroud Did nature take such paines was all this done To bee a prey to base oblivion Here is my verse and though it treats of thee The onely erectresse of this war in mee Yet rather then it should have such a doome My fancie and my selfe should have a tombe An Architect has never a desire To see his worke as soone as done expire Shee is the chiefest and thy selfe doth prove How much she is with a blest fame in love Thou once could'st wound and canst thou not again Appeare as glorious as th' appear'dst then Thou first do'est captive but the second time Thou 'lt mount my fate unto its wisht for clime That is when th' holy Rhetoricke of thine eye Fathom'd showes thou wilt my Clorinda be To Coelia on tendring her trosses THe ordour of these is beneath That which comes from your heavenly breath Then not as adders take and prize But as to your breath a sacrifice To my worthy Master Mr. Webbe Master in Musicke and the Kings servant c. Sir THough my iuyce runs not within a lake Which from an Orphens may some blessings take Though my reed has had the hard fate to play Dissonant to you yet my Coelias Ray Has made mee so much happy as to bee A harbourer of you in my Poetry All I entreat is that you would but please To give these warbles of their blushes ease My pipe is yet a virgin and the feare Of a presumption makes the redds appeare So much within its notes say you t is well And that 's enough the crimson to expell On my doubting Coelia had bin dead YEt I 'le not say death has her lest that day Crave an entombing with her and night sway The scepter in Elysiums floare then would Th'earth-nourishing eye a darker empire hold Death would proclaime it only that he might Graspe in his earthly armes dame natures light But if 't be so give the birds leave to have The happinesse of chirping her to grave And not the dull note of one * The country bell bell let then The flowers that liv'd by her so dye that when They yield their sweets and colours all may know They give her hearse but what they to her ow. I have a debt to pay her for a flame Which from her eyes unto my poore brest came Yet t is not so would heav'n give leave to death In such a one to make his dart a sheath Would they let such a one bee vermins foode Whose beauty sweetnes and whose all o're good They kept so for their palace if 't bee so Some gentle fame give mee the blisse to know I come my Coelia death being blest with thee Where can I have but there felicitie On the death of that beauteous virgin Mistris Eliz Farmerie daughter to the right Worshipfull my most honoured friend John Farmerie Dr. in Law Chancellour of Lincolne c. T Is not enough to weepe for if it were Nature would bee dissolved into a teare Fancy would glory if that it could bring Pure Helicon to bee a briny spring Perhaps deare beauty thou didst only come To teach how we should know Elysium T is our parts then to ioy not weep that we Had the blest sight of such felicitie Heaven will not be lesse glorious and to grieve For thy departure hence a cause may give Of kindling wrath in it because we goe For thy being theirs the Pilgrimage of woe We saw the Sun the moone the Stats when life Was pleasd to name thy divine selfe it's wife We saw thy eyes too in whose every glance A greater lustre then theirs seemd to dance Beauty wee see which once Apelles drew But never such as did appeare in you We smelt Arabia yet far beneath Was it in our thoughts thy celestiall breath Wee perus'd vertues actions but by thee Wee thought her exceld in divinity In brightnes beauty sweetnesse vertue all Might thee their only great example call Is it prophane to sorrow for thee How Will that sin fill the world when as they know That thou art gone though wee joy for their blisse Wee must needs sigh when wee knew what it is That is fled from us Ti 's the sweetest faire Death gave heaven light while we here darkned are And then my candle went out On the death of my most honoured vncle William Prujean Doctor in Phisicke c. THus does our blisse decline thus does deaths shade Mufle the lustre of each Thespian maide Thus does Apollo lose his radiant dresse Thus Aesculapii loose their happinesse In thy blest ash what does not buryed ly That may give gods and men felicity Why are you tardy when you should appeare And teach mee how to bleede a worthy teare Or make sweete Ovid burst out of his cell To bring your griefe to fame me thinks they tell Mee that thou art not dead proud destiny Has but thy shroude of flesh not memorie T' is only wee that lose-thee now th' art gone From us the glory comes to them alone But since thy merits so celestiall were They might have made thy nature a blest Starre For what thou had'st was counted so divine That it could nee're in too much glory shine Yet while my verse has life nothing shall bee That 's thine a slave to more obscurity On my hearing that Coelia was dead VVHat is shee dead 1'st not enough to bee A slave to love but must such misery Claime my tears too helpe me yee Nymphs to make My taske an end If your cleere crystall lake Meets but my streame I may perhaps compose A sacrifice most fitting for my woes But durst fate seise upon thee could he tell Thy heavenly body from thy soule so well Did it excell earths guilder did
it keepe As my blest Coelia did that light a sleepe The while it durst appeare As did his eye When a poore taper would his viewer be Did it excell the richest sacrifice Which upon Venus alter ever lyes If so yet more I can report of her That goddesse did not such bright beauty weare 'T is shee her priests did court they would have had Venus no more but o' this divine maide When shee 's a making ready for to goe To earths rugg'd lodge this sweet nymphs for mee doe Dresse not her hearse with lillies let no flower Boast it e're was in my faire Coelias bower But make your blushes serve and for the white Your glance though sorrowes will give more delight Shee has perfume enough still left be hind Though thus to give unto each mournful wind Sing in her dirge that she both lov'd and is Of him that lov'd her the best gemm of blisse On my stealing a kisse from Coelia asleepe Arapture NO more let vaine Prometheus boasting cry Hee stole the fire which made man perfect bee For had he but enjoyed such a blisse Hee would have sworne that heat in Coela's lyes Still let sweet sleepe embrace thee whilst thus I Create my selfe a second deity How they doe erre who say a clouded light Presages nothing but a dismall night For that which on my Coelia's lust're lay Guided mee to the only truest day A day which if I alwaies might possesse Would yeeld mee more then earthly happinesse On my Coelia being sicke CAnst thou bee sicke dares pallidnesse proclaime Him King and make the roses lose their name Calls he not th' lilly queene and dares hee take Possession of what shee her throne does make How hast thou lost thy beauty which of late The gods were pleas'd to stile their only kate Thou never wast a wanton unto Iove Nor didst desire to bee Adonis love That the two jealous minions might revenge Thy wicked deede with such a sodaine change Neither can they report that thou didst steale Celestiall fire to make perfection well Nor didst thou borrow glory If there be Ought to be payd it is by them to thee Let mee goe cavill with the destinie That durst stirr up heavens powers to this decree Did not her lustre helpe the radiant Sun Still shining bright when as his course was done Did not your Cynthia robe her lesser lights And her selfe too with her stolne smiles by nights But ah I see the cause Iuno did feare That Iove had got another lo heare Loves mother hearing of thy worth was in A iealous fit least Cupid should agen Court Psyche in thee And for this they made Pandora give thy beauty such a shade Poore plotters thinke yee that while you do shine Light will not sacrifice to such a shrine Can there be flowers and not a Flora live Or can your heaven without her Zephyr give What is divine what good will strive to bee In the same urne where Coelias ashes ly To Coelia in saying she would not love VVIlt thou not love O! can there be In such a heaven lodg'd tyranny Will Venus when shee burnes not give Her young Adonis leave to live But let his flame consume him will Shee what shee only loves goe kill 'T is not thy hearts command In thee I finde a happier destinie Perhaps thou faine would'st bed with Jove Or have a Phoebus court thy love Celestiall powers may onely stile Them worthy of faire Coelia's smile Can no way make this earth become A second blest Elysium And man divine thy selfe 's enough The first of these two for to prove Can Coelia live and the sweet place Which keepes her be deny'd its grace Holinesse makes a God Can I Be tearm'd prophane that thinke of thee Why did that wanton then above Consecrate thoughts to Io's love Why did Apollo hunt about To finde the chast Diana out Did not rigid warres God please When he thought on the Paphian ease This was amongst them all so free That 't was at th'last call'd pietie In it I will them equall My Thoughts onely shall on Coelia be Now thou maist render love for love For I by this divine shall prove Coelia Lucens or beauty's glory 'T Was at that time when night no Cynthia had But of my Coelia's light her spangles made And nam'd her governesse of all that sphere When to Elysium we both swimming were Our oares embraces thoughts the boate our love The Charon to our sweet desires did prove When care was lul'd that in a rapture I Fancy'd my goddesse in this majestie Amidst a troope of Angels was a throne Plac'd which as I suppos'd she sate upon A robe she wore stuck all with virgins smiles Given when they hop'd to leave Diana's stiles A crowne that did all naturall gemmes despise Deckt with the brightnesse of true lovers eyes Ador'd by all Cupid at last came in And for to crave her blessing did begin Then did he thinke her straight the lovely shee To whom he once did yeeld his deitie Shee who the wounder wounded and againe Felt revell every where another paine With that he askt her if shee would forgive And she Possestesse of his power should live His bowe he left and quiver with her hee Forsooke the place and then the fancy me Shee thought to cousen me and shot a dart As if another wounded at my heart But then I cry'd what 's this A pin thy eye My Coelia onely can my wounder bee Then did we kisse and in this dalliance lay Whilst once more night had almost o'rerun day * Psycha A Riddleon Coelia OF earth I am yet have a light Brighter then 's shot from Cynthia's sight Dame Nature fram'd me yet I have As great report as Fame Gods gave VVhen once my favours shine it is Tearm'd equall with th' AEthereall blisse For to receive their beame I give VVith smiles felicitie to live In which diviner powers would be Earths tenants and pilgrims to me All this I am all this I doe And they that know me will say so An Acrosticke on my most respected Consin Mistris MARGARET St. GEORGE Mirrours delight Darling to what may be Astemme in vertue beauty 's treasurie Rich too in Lawrell and that sacred fame Grafts envie in the Sisters at your name Affraid they be lest the world for your muse Romes pride should damne and you their Primate choose Envious at your best fate it is a shee That with her fame bedecks your Lawrell tree See holy Maides be proud your lustre's bright As if by fame you never had a night Injoy your gemme of happinesse and let No more base envy o're you triumph get The glory is sole yours And you Shee Grac'd with true beauty and Phoebean glee Ever shine as you doe And since I did O'recome all richer fancies with my speed Rehearsing of your too long darkened worth Grant me your smiles to deck my verse and I Entitl'c dare the best of Poetrie A Rapture on Coelia
only shrine to beeâ— And where will vertue choose to ly If not in such a treasury 4. Stay o stay where vertue hath A lodge sure there must harbour faith Have not womens teares and sights Strucke pity into deâ—ties Hard-harted shepheard in her passion How can deceit become a fashion 5. Stay o stay wouldst thou live free Then seek a nuptiall destiny 'T is not natures blisse alone Shee gives but heav'ns and that in one What shee shall or doe or say Never from truth shall go astray 6. Stay o stay let not thy heart Afflicted bee unlesse to part Soone from her Sport kisse and play Whilst no hours enrich the day And if thou doest a cuckold prove Impute it to thy want of love To Coelia a Sonnet MVst hee enjoy loves divine happinesse whose foe hee is Who ne're could entertaine within 's desire A single fire On whose pale heart a flame receives That burning straight its beeing leaves 2. Loves favorites take heat that will indure Constant and pure 'T will make their ashes lying in the urne To fire returne And when they 're in Elysium It in their soules will have a roome 3. Thy eyes faire Coelia sent to mee a heate shall ne're retreate But whilst I live when most it doth expire It shall burne higher And such a charge I 'll to it give That though I dye it still shall live A Sonnet VVOund not so deepe unlesse you will Send mee a balme to cure the ill Or breath your scorne that I may dy And rid mee of my misery T is better to endure that Then live for nought but shooting at 2. I 'll not repeate your being faire The envy of Cynthia shewes you are Nor can my heart proclaime you lesse If bleeding wounds the truth expresse Yet think I doe not Gods would let Nature the greater honour get 3. The soul 's the purer of the two Then how pure must it bee in you To keepe it so sin not 't will bee Held then in th' inferioritie â—st not a sin to tyrannize Then doe not use it and bee wise 4. That blush will weare because 't is given By earths grand artist not by heaven Nor is that gracefull stampe of white Of more endurance Your delight Nature stiles equall to ours then Since you are lov'd faith love again An Application of a French Sonnet THe prety birds chirpt in a wood Whose savage notes to heare I stood O how I did admire the spring That such felicitie did bring 2. My very soule is charm'd to see How blest they live who shepheards bee True love here alwayes harbour hath Diana's chastnesse treads this path 3. O that I had a flocke it nere Gives an encrease to griefe or carae Happily doe they live who keepe Such innocents as silly sheepe 4. All Flora's Darlings deck each gowne That Ceres has in every Downe False womens smoothed perjurie Brings never here a miserie To my selfe on Coelia a Sonnet 1. BAcke fond lover court againe And doe not staine Divinenesse so saying it can be Blacke cruelty Though the same may cloude his sight Must his flower despaire of light 2. Once more let her see thy heart And never part Vntill the doome of life or death Falls from her breath Fatally shee may begin Boreas ushers Zephyr in 3. Say shee frownes bid her frowne still They never kill 'T is policie that makes her prove To night a love The brightest starres presage a frost Thinke her Eclips inspires hope most 4. The Phoenix ne're did basely burne That from her urne Should an ignobler spring then boast Shee loves thee most Since that Urania gives all blisse Thou shalt from Coelia have no lesse A Sonnet on Coelia SToope Phoebus here 's one her right claimes Which is the place wherein thy beames Stemme themselves Shee gives mans sight Object with a diviner light 2. The Marygold that hath made thee Heretofore her deity When shee viewes th'lustre of my love Will onely to her votresse prove 3. To Venus beauty all its pure Essence did sacrifice but sure Some want onnesse hath made heaven chase Her out and set Coelia in her place Another A Starre descended from above Vpon a sudden towards my love And at her sight amaz'd it was In feare it had forgot its place For which lest shee should angry be It left its flame and straight did dye A Sonnet O Give me leave to gaze a while Vpon that life-redeeming smile Which in my love appeares Base griefe I now defie thy charmes Tending to nought but lovers harmes By causing jealous feares 2. Did not great Cupids seeing his dart Keepe such possession in my heart Thinking to pitty mee Cause by his powre this hope to give That I shall ne're hereafter live In lesse felicitie 3. Bring that to passe and then I will With daily sacrifices fill Thy lappe O how they erre Who tell the world pitty doth flye Thee as an utter enemy And crueltie's thy sphere To my selfe on her Sonnet 1. VIew both the Lilly and the Rose View both the blushing Pinke and those Which Flora holds most deare yet see Thy Coelia in her cheekes more bee 2. View all the beauty that the love Of Phoebus calls hers and 't will prove But meane where Coelia does appeare Who will not say shee heaven does beare 3. View Venus whose pure red and white The Gods doe make their sole delight View all that 's in th' Elysium fields All this and more thy Coelia yeilds 4. And will not this beget a flame Within thy brest will not this tame Thy cruell thoughts of women fie Sh' has wounded thee wil't scorne and dye 5. No I no more will entertaine Such foes to blisses whose every staine Makes my soule perish I 'll goe and say I am thy Captive Coelia A Sonnet in the praise of Musicke BLesse * See the 9. Poem Buvetia blesse the ayre Breath but once and 't is enough For to recreate us here Making us diviner prove 2. Breath my death For in thy doome Though so sterne a fate may lye Who would not goe seeke a tombe If thy voyce pronounces dye 3. Yet divinenesse gives the best And thou art no other sure O then send me happy rest Ending what I now endure 4. Knewst thou what it is to bee Harb ' rour of so deepe a wound As I have receiv'd from thee Then how sweetly love would sound 5. Deare let mee that sweetnesse have Name but love and it will breed Such a charme 't will make thee leave Naming love and love indeed EPIGRAMMES To Dr. Gill. Thou seest my booke but thou wilt finde the wit To bee as hard as good men are to get To Caelia Thou sayst thou lik'st my verse and I like thee Give me but that thou shalt have poetry On Momus Momus can call another foole but hee Could never make his braine and wit agree On Zoilus Zoilus would faine carpe but that hee feears 'T will jeer himselfe because hee 's carpt
to it's fate does bring Of such a one deserves in th' memory Of all to bee imprinted with such ioy Thinke how much more does his commander maker Merit in hearts what ioy should each partaker Of such a knowledge have as doth containe His leaving of the wombe who brought to paine A period and so much felicitie As not enioying of it who 's the hee That can describe it they who have this blisse Can say no more then as it shal be it is Now for a roome now for a downy bed Neately arted where the mother must be layd Now for the pledges of each ioyfull heart 〈◊〉 but where is it where is this desert â—ayd not in Bethelem the costly roome Is a base ugly stable now become The glorious bed turn'd to an oxes stall The ioy to plots how to bring him to thrall This is the entertainment that they gave To him who brought a Corrosine to save â—s from hell's poyson Nor was 't any such â—ime dated glory that hee valewd much â—et him but have for this most sumptuous roome 〈◊〉 heart deckt rich with vertue It will come More welcome to him And for all the rest One that will say in thee I 'm onely blest LOVES LOOKINGGLASSE CHRISTS PASSION MAns only friend by man is doomd to bee An underling to worthlesse destiny Hee who even now an endlesse life could give Must now be faine to say he must not live Must not alas hee will not and all is To gaine his enemy immortall blisse Shew mee a Gordian Priest so holy bent As to submit to such a punishment Shew mee a man too that would choose to dye Rather then 's brother should thus punish't bee Shew me a child would consecrate his breath Rather then 's father should be hurt to death Shew mee a father that would take this doome Rather then 's progeny should have a toombe Shew mee a Subject that is term'd a hee Devoted so much unto piety That rather then his king should suffer this He would forgoe all lifes sweet happinesse Shew me a mother that would doe so much For her owne babe and all without a grutch And is' t not worth a wonder here that one Should suffer for 's foe such affliction It does command thy admiration man For it was caus'd by thy greate Ocean Excelling sins thy king thy God must doe All this to make thee to forsake thy woe To leave thy hunger and to take thy foode To make thee only to accept thy good And is this all too little wilt thou still Take hunger and leave foode fly good love ill The Pelican can doe no more but leave Her life the pretty young ones for to save And if they will run from her how can she Become their helper in that misery The hen but guards and if the chicke will stray From under her it must be the kites prey Yet stay fond man thou hast a better guide One that will call thee when thou goest aside One that will rather thy entreater bee Then have thee banisht heavens felicitie Hee dyes for us we sin yet his desire Pursues us that wee to his grace aspire The Argument of Romeos and Juliets ROmeo and Iuliet issues of two enimies Mountegue and Capulet Citizens of Verona fell in love one with the other hee going to give her a visit meetes Tybalt her kinsman who urging a fight was slaine by him for this Romeo was banished and resided at Mantua where be received an Epistle from Iuliet LOVES LOOKING-GLASSE Iuliet to Romeo FOr health and happinesse doth Iuliet pray To come to Romeo and his Mantua His Mantua O in that title blest Would my poore fame could have such happy rest Once it was so once could this poore breast boast Rich only then of being Romeo's hoast No sooner doe sleepes charmes upon me cease But fancie straight disturbes me of my ease Her troopes she brings in which me thinkes I see Most of the horrour call its subject thee First here comes Tybalt tho'onely cause of all That stiles our miserie originall Fir'd at thy sight in 's fury now his breath Has no issue saving what treats of thy death Then say I what dares man presume to give Death that which heaven hath only chose to live In thee sweet Romeo such perfection lyes As would make up another Paradise What has Elysium that is not in thee A blisse that will weare out eternitie Where is that blisse if not in Romeo's love Can Iuliet ought else happier then that prove When thou dost speake a quire of Angels make From all their notes thy voyce a being take Thy eye casts beames that looke as if they were Contain'd in one above a naturall sphare Thy breath is alwayes so delicious As if thou hadst command o're Zephyrus And 'fore my dreame was ended powers had sent Thee valour to inflict a punishment Upon him for his boldnesse which was done And then me thought I did begin to moane But then I 'gan to cry why should these eyes Pay to a griefe unlawfull sacrifice Why should I weepe because my enemy Became Fates slave and Romeo from it free Is he a friend that would deny to give But rather take away by what I live My life my dearest joy my Romeo Yet are my roses overcome by woe From thee they had their name and sure thy love Their planter nourisher blossomer did prove From thy sweet lips when thou didst first salute Me at the Maske my cheekes did steale this sute Of crimson and since thou didst kisse more free They got what made up their maturitie As that celestiall * His breath gale its wonted course Enjoy'd it was their blossomers sweet nurse When I resolv'd the author of all this I straight bethought how many trespasses I had committed wasting so away In griefe of his dire foe so rich a May. And yet me thought I a parcaker had In this my sorrow pardon if I said It was thy selfe Then quickly thus cry'd I Romeo is one of my societie Fame growing big with envy ' cause on mee Are fixt the rayes of such a deitie My Romeo loves me and her snaky twines Take from that noble wrath their wrinkled lines Shee bursts and in each eare the poyson fly'es Carrying of Tibalt's death the Prince espies Some murmur for him he soone questions why The murmur is who has this sad reply Search soone was made for thee whom in my armes I catcht into my bed These sudden harmes Strugling to keepe from thee and fearing lest Thou shouldst be tooke all sleepe was from me cast Then did I close'em and cry'd prethee stay But thou wert gone alas to Mantua Could no high pow're inspire their wills into Our great annoynted That my Romeo His Iuliets bed might still have blest could none Of thy divine parts plead must thou be gone Is Mantua the onely place that must Have of my Romeo the happy trust Mee thinkes I heare the pretty birds begin To consecrate