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Poems by John Hall.
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Hall, John, 1627-1656.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
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Wing H355; Thomason E1166_1*; ESTC R202359
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Trace Alexanders Conquests o're the East Or stitch't into a web supply anew With annuary cloakes the wandring Jew So learnd an age we live in all are now Turn'd poets since their heads with fancyes glow 'Las Poets yes O beat me witnesse all Short-winded ballads or what ere may fall Within the verge of three half quarters say Produce we not more poems in a day By this account then waves on waves do break Or Countrey Justices false English speak Suppose dame Julia's Messet thinkes it meet To droop or hold up one of 'ts hinder feet What swarms of sonnets rise how every wit Capers on such an accident to fit Words to her faireships grief but if by fate Some long presumptuous sâ—â—â— do boldly grate Don Hugo's dublet ther 's a stirre as though Nile should his ancient limits overflow Or some curst Treason would blow up the state As sure as Gamesters use to lie too late But if some fortune cogge them into Love In what a fifteenth sphear then do they move Not the least tittle of a word is set That is not flanck't with a stout Epithet What rocks of Diamonds presently arise In the soft Quagmires of two squinting eyes How teeth Discolour'd and half rotten bee Transformed into Pearl or Ivory How every word 's changd to a finest note And Jndian gummes are planted in her throat Speak in good earnest are they not worse then boyes Of foure year old to dote on painted toyes Yet O how frequent most our Sages shake Off there old furres and needs will Laurels take That it will be no wonder to rehearse The crabdest of Geometry in verse Or from the dust of knotty Suarez see A strange production of some poetry But stay too lavish muse where run you stay Take head your tongue bite not your eares away Besides y' have other businesse and you might More fitly far with teares then gall endight Upon T. R. a very little man but excellently Learned MAkes Nature maps since that in thee Sh' has drawn an University Or strives she in so small a peece To summe the Arts and Sciences Once she writ onely Texthand when She scribled Giants and no men But now in her decrepit yeares She dashes Dwarfs in Characters And makes one single farthing bear The Creed Commandments and Lords-prayer Would she turn Art and imitate Monte-regio's flying gnat Would she the Golden Legend shut Within the Cloyster of a nut Or else a musket bullet rear Into a vast and mighty sphear Or pen an Eagle in the Caul Of a slender Nightingall Or shew she Pigmies can create Not too little but too great How comes it that she thus Converts So small a totum and great parts Strives she now to turn awry The quick scent of Philosophie How so little matter can So monstrous big a form contain What shall we call it would be known This Gyant and this Dwarf in one His age is blab'd by silver haires His limbs still cry out want of years So small a body in a Cage May choose a spatious Hermitage So great a Soul doth fret and fume At th' narrow world for want of room Strange Conjunction here is grown A Molehill and the Alpes in one In th' self same action we may call Nature both thrift and Prodigall A Sea Dialogue Palurus MY Antinetta though thou be More white then fome wherewith a wave Broke in his wrath besmears the sea Yet art thou harder then this cave Antinetta Though thou be fairer then the light Which doubting Pilots onely mind That they may steere there course aright Yet art thou lighter then the wind Palurus And shall I not be chang'd when thou Hast fraught Medorus with thy heart And as a-long the sands we go To gather shells do's take his part Antinetta What shall not I congeal to see Doris the Ballast of thine arms Which have so oft encompass'd me Now pinion'd by her faithlesse charms Palurus What if I henceforth shall disdain The golden tressed Doris love And Antinetta serve again And in that service constant prove Antinetta Though mighty Neptune cannot stand Before Medorus and thou be Restlesse as whirle-pool's false as sand Yet will I live and die with thee Palurus Nay live and lest one single death Should wrack thee take this life of mine Antinetta Thou but exchanged with that breath Thy Antinetta's soul for thine Chorus How powerfull 's love which like a flame That sever'd reunites more close Or like a broken limb in frame That ever after firmer grows Upon the Kings Great Porter SIr or great Grandsire whose Vast bulk may be A burying place for all your Pedegree Thou moving Colosse for whose goodly face The Rhyne can hardly make a Looking-glasse What piles of victualls had thou need to chew Ten Woods or Marrets throats were not enew Dwarf was he whose wifes bracelet fit his thumb It would not on thy little finger came If Jove in getting Hercules spent three Nights he might spend fifteen in getting thee What name or title suits thy greatnesse Thou Aldiboronifuscophonio When Gyants warr'd with Jove hadst thou been one Where others oaks thou wouldst have mountains thrown Wer'st thou but sick what help could ere be wrought Unlesse Physicians posted down thy throat Were thou to die and Xerxes living hee Would not pare Athos for to cover thee Were thou t' embalme the Surgeons needs must scale Thy body as when Labourers dig a whale Great Sir a people kneaded up in one Wee 'l weigh thee by Ship-burdens not by th' stone What tempests mightst thou raise what whirle-winds when Thou breaths thou great Leviathan of men Bend but thine eye a Countreyman would swear A Regiment of Spaniards quartered there Smooth but thy brow they ' l say there were a plain T' act York and Lancaster once o're again That pocket Pistoll of the Queens might be Thy pocket Pistoll sans Hyperbole Abstain from Garrisons since thou may eat The Turks or Mogulls titâ—â—â— at a bit Plant some new Land which ne're will empty be If she enjoy her Savages in thee Get from amongst us since we onely can Appear like skulls marcht o're by Tamberlane A Burning-glasse STrange Chimistry can dust and sand produce So pure a body and Diaphanous Strange kind of Courtship that the amorous Sun T' imbrace a Min'rall twists his rayes in one Talk of the heav'ns mockt by a sphear alas The Sun it self 's here in a piece of glasse Let Magnets drag base iron this alone Can to her icie bosome winne the Sun Witches may cheat us of his light a while But this can him even of himself beguile In Heaven he staggers to both Tropicks here He keeps fixt residence all times of th' year Here 's a perpetuall Solstice here he lies Not on a bed of water but of ice How well by this himself abridge he might Redeem the Scythians from their lingring night Well by this glassie proxey might he roule Beyond th' Ecliptick and warm either pole Had but Prometheus
Has not a woman in thy forehead writ But scribl'd so and gon so far about Indagine would never smell the out But might exclaim here onely riddles be And Heteroclites in Physiognomie But as the Mystick Hebrew backward lies And Algebra's gest by absurdities So must we spell thee for who would suppose That globous piece of wanescot were a nose That crockt c's were wrinkles and Five Napers bones glued to a wrest an hand Egyptian Antiquaries might survay Here Hieroglyphicks time hath worn away And wonder at an English face more od And antick then was ere a Memphian God Eras'd with more strange letters then might scare A raw and unexperienc'd Conjurer And tawny Africk blush to see her fry Of Monsters in one skin so kenneled lie Thou maist without a guard her deserts passe When savages but look upon thy face Were but some Pict now living he would soon Deem thee a fragment of his Nation And wiser Ethiopians infer From thee that sable 's not the onely fair Thou Privative of Beauty whose one eye Doth question Metaphysick veritie Whose many crosse aspects may prove anon Foulnesse more then a mere negation Blast one place still and never dare t' escape Abroad out of thy mother darknesse lap Least that thou make the world affraid and be Even hated by thy nurse deformity Julia weeping I FAirest when thine eyes did poure A Christall shower I was perswaded that some stone Had liquid grown And thus amazed sure thought I When stones are moist some rain is nigh 2 Why weep'st thou cause thou cannot be More hard to mee So Lionesses pitty so Do Tygres too So doth that Bird which when she 's fed On all the man pines or'e the Head 3 Yet I 'le make better Omens till Event beguile Those pearly droppes in time shall be A precious sea And thou shall like thy Corall prove Soft under water hard above To my honoured Noble friend THOMAS STANLEY Esquire on his Poems WHo would commend thee friend thinks 't may be Performed by a faint Hyperbole Might also call thee but a man or dare To praise thy Mistris with the term of Faire But I the choisest of whose knowledge is My knowing thee cannot so grossely misse Since thou art set so high no words can give An equall character but negative Substract the earth and basenesse of this age Admit no wildfire in Poetick rage Cast out of learning whatsoever 's vain Let Ignorance no more haunt Noblemen Nor humour Travellers Let wits be free From over-weening and the rest is Thee Thee noble soul whose early flights are farre Sublimer then old Eagles soarings are Who light'st Love's dying Torch with purer fire And breath'st new life into the Teian Lyre That Lov's best Secretaries that are past Liv'd they might learn to love and yet be chast Nay Vestalls might as well such sonnets hear As keep their Vows and thy Black Riband wear So chast is all that though in each line lie More Amorettoe's then in Doris eye Yet so they 're charm'd that look'd upon they prove Harmlesse as Chariessa's nightly love So powerfull is that tongue that hand that can Make soft Jonickes turn grave Lydian How oft this heavy leaden Saturnine And never elevated soul of mine Hath been pluck'd up by thee and forc'd away Enlarged from her still adhering clay How every line still pleas'd when that was o're I canceld it and prais'd the other more That if thou writ'st but on my thoughts shall be Almost engulf'd in an infinity But dearest friend what law's power ever gave To make ones own free firstborn babe his slave Nay Manumise it for what else wilt be To strangle but deny it liberty Once lend the World a day of thine and fright The trembling still-born children of the night That at the last we undeceiv'd may see Theirs were but Fancies thine is Poetrey Sweet Swan of silver Thames but onely she Sings not till death thou in thy Infancy To Mr. S. S. AS he obtaines such an enchanted skin That Bullets cast aright could ne're get in Even so thou Monsieur temperd hast thy name That to dispraise the most is yet no shame To curse is to befriend who like a Jew Art both a Vagabond and mony'd too Who feed'st on Hebrew rootes and like a tare Unbid unwelcome thrivest every where Who mak'st all letters be thy Gutturall And brings the Conjugations to Kall Who though thou live by Grammer-rules we see Thou break'st all Canons of Moralitie And as far as that thread-bare Cloke of thine Is out of Fashion do'st from man decline And com'st as near a wit as doth a Rat Match in procerity Mount Ararat And art as fit to be a brewers Punck As Sumerburn is valiant when hee 's drunk The Christall THis Christall here That shines so clear And carri's in its womb a little day Once hammerd will appear Impure as dust as dark as clay Even such will prove Thy face my love When age shall soyl the lustre of thine ey 's And all that Red remove That on thy spicy lip now ly's Nor can a hand Again command By any art these ruins into frame But they will severd stand And ne're compose the former same Such is the case Love of thy face Both desperate in this you disagree Thy beauty needs must passe It of it self will constant be A Rapture COme Julia come let 's once disbody what Strait matter ties to this and not to that Wee 'l disingage our bloodlesse form shall fly Beyond the reach of Earth where ne're an eye That peeps through Spectacles of flesh shall know Where we intend or what we mean to do From all Contagion of the flâ—sh remov'd Wee 'l sit in Judgement on those Paires that lov'd In old and latter times then will we tear Their Chaplets that did act by slavish fear Who cherisht causelesse griefs and did deny Cupids prerogative by doubt or sigh But they that mov'd by confidence and clos'd In one refining flame and never los'd Their thoughts on Earth but bravely did aspire Unto their proper Element of fier To these wee 'l judge that happinesse to be The witnesses of our felicitie Thus wee 'l like Angels move nor will we bind In words the copious Language of our mind Such as we know not to conceive much lesse Without destroying in their birth expresse Thus will we live and 't may be cast an eye How far Elisium doth beneath us lie What need we care though milkie Currents run Among the silken meadows though the Sun Doth still preserve by 's ever waking ray A never discontinued spring or day That Sun though all his heat be to it brought Cannot exhale the vapour of a thought No no my Goddesse yet will thou and I Devested of all flesh so folded lie That ne're a body'd nothing shall perceive How we unite how we together cleave Nor think this while our featherd minutes may Fall under measure time it self can stay T' attend on pleasures for