there in every place I le view no more those cruel eyes of hers Which pleas'd or angry still are Murtherers For my enchanted soul alas she drowns With Calms and Tempests of her smiles frowns If she but dart as lightning through the ayre Her beams of warmth they 'le kill me with despair If she behold me with a pleasant eye I surfeit with excess of joy and die A Sonnet THe World is nothing but inconstancie How can it be ought else when 'bove the sky Adultery is committed mark these twins Earth Ayre and Water are heavens Concubines The Lustfull Sun ingendereth with the earth And she as fruitfull yeelds a happy birth Of plants of hearbs of flowers the labouring skies Hurl hail-stones in the sea the surges rise Swell toss and wallow like the throwes of paine And monthly are delivered in the Maine The false Moon hath her changes why should men Weak-temper'd Women then so much contemn If that the essentiall Powers congeminate How can this Earthly but incorporate Man's Miserie by Dr. K. ILl busied man why dost thou take such care To lengthen out thy lifes short Callender When every spectacle thou lookst upon Presents and acts thine execution Each dropping Season and each flowre doth crie Fool as I fade and wither thou must die The beating of the pulse when thou art well Is just the towling of thy passing-bell Night is the Hearse whose sable Canopie Covers alike diseased day and thee And all those weeping dews that nightly fall Are but as tears shed at thy funerall The Surfeit DIsdain me still that I may ever love For who his Love injoyes can love no more War but now past with ease men cowards prove And ships return'd do rot upon the shore Then though thou frown I 'le say thou art most fair And still I le love though still I must dispair As heat to life so is desire to love And those once gone both love and life are done Let not my sighs and tears thy vertue move Like baser Mettalls do not melt so soone Laugh at my woes although I ever mourne Love sufeits if enjoy'd and turns to scorne To his Mistris HEre let me War in these Armes let me lie â—ere let me parly better bleed and die Thy Arms imprison me and my arms thee Thy heart my ransom is take mine for thee Other men war that they their rest may gaine And we will rest that we may fight againe Those warres the Ignorant these the experienc'd prove There we are alwayes under here above There Engins a farr off move a just feare But Thrusts Pricks Stabs nay bullets hurt not here There lies are wrong here wee 'l uprightly lie There men kill men wee 'l make one by and by There nothing I not halfe so much can do In these Warres as they which from us two Shall spring thousands we see which travell not To warres but stay at home swords guns and shot Dâ— make for others Shall not I do then More glorious service staying to make men An Incouragement for young Lovers LOve 's like a game at Tables where the dy Of womens mindes doth by affection flie If once you catch their fancie at a blot 'T is ten to one if that you enter not However like a gamester boldly venter And where you see the Point lie open enter But mark it well for by false play then Do what you can they will be bearing men The choice of a Mistris HEr for a Mistris faine would I enjoy That hangs the lip and pouts at every toy Speaks like a wag is fair dare boldly stand And rear Loves Standard with a wanton hand Who in loves fight for one blow gives me three And being stab'd falls streight to kissing me For if she wants the Tricks of Venerie Were 't Venus self I would not love her I If she be modest wise and chast of life Hang her shee 's good for nothing but a wife To Mr. J. W. a Parson in Devon Inviting him to come up to London By Joh. Myns HOw now Iohn what is 't the care Of thy small Flock that keeps thee there Or hath the Bishop in a rage Forbid thy comming on our Stage Or wantst thou coyne or wantst thou steed These are Impediments indeed Now for thy Flock the Sexton may In due time ring and let them pray The Bishop with an offering Will be brought to any thing For two Sermons by the way Will Host and Hostis Tapster pay A willing mind pawns Wedding ring Books Wife Children Gown any thing Nought unattempted nought too deare To see such friends as thou hast here For want of Coyne I oft see Vick Trudge up the Town with hazzel stick I met a Priest upon th' way Rid in a Waggon the other day Who told me that the venter'd forth With one Tythe-Pigg of little worth With which and saying grace at food And praying for Lord Carriers good He had arrived at 's journeys end Without a penny or a Friend And what great business dost thou think Onely to see a friend and drink One friend why thou hast hundreds here That can make thee far greater cheere Ships lately from the Iland came VVith Wine thou never knewst the name Montefiasco Frantiniack Leaticum and that Old Sack Young Herrick took to entertaine The Muses to his sprightly veine Come come and leave thy Muddy Ale That serves but for an old Wives tale And now and then to break a jeast At some poor silly neighbors feast Come quickly then and learne to see Thy friends expect thy Witt and thee And though thou canst not come in state On Cammels back like Coriate Imagine that the Pack-horse bee The Cammell in his book you see I know thou hast a fancy can Conceive thy guide a Caravan Rather then stay speak Treason there And come at Charges of the shire A London Goale with friends and chink Is worth your Viccaridge Iohn I think But if besotted with that One Thou hast of Ten stay there alone And too too late repent and cry Thou hast lost thy friends and 'mongst them I. A Farewell to the World by Sir K. D. FArewell you gilded follies pleasing troubles Farewel ye honourd rags ve chrystal bubbles Fame is but hollow eccho Gold but clay Honour the darling but of one short day Beauties chief Idol but a Damask skin State but a golden prison to keep in And torture free-born minds embroidered trains Meerly but Pageants proudly swelling Veines And bloud ally'd to greatness is but loan Inherited and purchast not her own Fame Riches Honor Beauty State Trains Birth Are but the fading blessings of the earth I would be great but see the Sun doth still Level his beams against the rising hill I would be rich but see man too unkind Digs in the bowels of the richest Mine I would be fair but see the Champion proud The worlds fair eye oft setting in a cloud I would be wise but that the Fox I see Suspected
aking head can dream of nothing now But Agonies of a perplexed mind My shaking hand can write down nothing now But fitts of Agues shaking in their kind My quaking heart doth pant within my breast That so great love should find so little rest Vpon May-Day THis morning did I dream of merry May How I did rise and forth a Maying go To take the pleasure of the pleasant day In which we may without all fear of no Methought into a Park of Dear I came A pleasant place and full of pleasing game A goodly pale it had about it round As even as Art could make or Nature bear Which did set forth the goodness of the ground And compass in the hasty flying Dear The Gate was made with clasp of silver fast Where few or none without great favor past The froward Keeper did deny me way And askt me how I durst to come so neer Since it is May said I I trust I may Come in and out so that I steal no Dear No no said he go May it other where Though it be May you may not May it here With that I stood aloof the Park to view And over pale the pleasures to behold Where I perceiv'd a Lawn of perfect hew Which did abound in pleasures manifold Above the which a goodly hill there stood Upon the which there grew a goodly wood Within the Gate I did a Cave espye Whence of sweet breath there blew a pleasant wind Happy were he that at the mouth might lye To cool his heart when hot he doth it find Yet farther in methought there did appear Two lively Springs as any Chrystal clear What kind of Dear it held I need not tell It nothing held that is not holden dear Each thing it held became the Park so well It grieved me that I could not come neer But wo is me that in this pleasant ground Beauty should be the Dear love the Hound Of his Love upon his purpose to travell AS vertuous men passe mild away And wisper to their souls to go While some of their sad friends do say Now his breath goes and some say no So let us melt and make no noise Nor tear flouds nor sigh tempests move 'T were profanation of our joyes To tell the Laity of our Love Movings of th' earth cause harms and fear Men reck on what they did and meant But trepidations of the Sphere Though greater far are innocent Dull sublunary Lovers love Whose soul is sense cannot admit Absence because it doth remove Those things which elemented it But we by love so much refin'd That our souls know not what it is Enter assured of the mind Careless eyes lips and hands do miss Our two souls therefore which are one Though I must goâ— endure not yet A breach but an expansion As gold to airy thinness beat If they be two they are two so as stiff-â—wind Compasses are two Thy soul the fixt foot makes no shooâ— to move yet doth if th' other doe And though it in the Centre sit yet while the other far doth rome It leanes and hearkens after it and growes erect as that comes home Such then be thou to me who must like th' other foot obliquelie run Thy firmness draws my circle just and makes me End where I begun J. Dun. To his Mistris of Love and Hate TAke heed of loving mee at least remember I forbade it thee Not that I shall repair mâ—unthrifty waste of breath and blood upon thy sighs and tears And so recover my lost soul at last for so great joy my life at once out-weares Then least thy love by my death frustate be If thou love me take heed of loving me Take heed of Hating me Or too much triumph in thy Victorie Not that I shall be mine own Officer and Hate with Hate again Retaliate But thou wilt looose the name of Conquerar if I thy conquest perish by thy hate Then least my being nothing lessen thee if thou hate me take heed of hating me Yet Love and Hate me â—oo So these Extreams shall neithers Office doe Love me that I may dye the gentle way Hate me because thy Love 's too great for me Or let these two themselves not me decay So shall I live thy Stage not triumph be Then least thy Love hate and me thou undo O let me live O Love and Hate me too His Dyet TO what a cumbersom unwealdiness And burdâ—nous corpulence my love had grown But that I did to make it less And keep it in proportion Give it a Dyet made it feed upon That which love worst endures discretion Above one sigh a day I allow'd him not Of which my fortune and my faults had part And if sometimes by stealth hegot A she-sigh from my Mistris heart And though to feast on that I let him see 'T was neither very sound nor want to me If he wrung from me a tear I burnt it so With scorn or shame that him it nourisht not If he suckt hers I let him know 'T was not a tear which he had got His drink was counterfeit as was his meat For eyes that roul towards all weep not but sweat What ever he would distaste I wrote that But burnt my Letters if she writ to me and that favour that made him fat I said if any little be Convey'd by this ah what doth it avail To be the fortieth name in an entail Thus I reclaim'd my Buzzard love to flye At what and when and how where I chuse Now negligent of sport I lye And now as other Faulkners use I spring a Mistris swear write sigh and weep And the game kil'd or lost go talk or sleep Against Marriage THere never lived that married woman yet 〈◊〉 truly could commend the wives estate Though some perhaps in modsty and wit Wil rather prais't then shew their grief too late This Marriage is a field of discontents All over-grown with a confused hâ—ap Of wrongs cares and many ill events Which Husbands sowe but Wives are forc'd to reap Or like a prison with a painted door Which passengers suppose a Princely place But entred in they do repent full sore Their former errour and their present case O Maids beware of this Tolossa gold 'T is fair in shew but ruine doth infold Against Melancholy GO damned Melancholy get thee hence Thou hell-bred fury torment of the mind Weakner of wit abuser of the sence Within whose bounds al mischiefs are confin'd Thou sullen sin souls torture day and night Health-killing humour Harbinger of Death Grave to content darkner of beauties light Unto all good thou art the floud of Leath A waking dream a spur to jealousie A fond conveyer of a thousand toyes The ready path which leads to Lunacie Is this bereaver of our earthly joyes The Gods I think when we deserv their curse Inflict this plague because there is no worse Dr. Iohn Dun's Will BEfore I sigh my last gasp let me breathe Greet Love some
Legacies Here I bequeath Mine Eyes to Argus if mine eyes can see If they be blinde then Love I give them thee My tongue to Fame t' Ambassadores mine ears to Women or the Sea my tears Thou Love hast taught me heretofore By making me serve her wh'ad twenty more That I should give to none but such as had too much before My Constancy I to the Plannets give My truth to them who at the Court do live Mine Ingenuitie and openness To Iesuites to Buffocns my pensiveness My silence t' any who abroad have bin my Money to a Capuchin Thou Love taughts me b' appointing me To love there where no Love receiv'd could be Onely to give to such as have an incapaâ—â—â— I give my Râ—putation to those That were my Friends my 〈…〉 To School-men I be queath my 〈…〉 My Sickness to Physitions 〈◊〉 Exctiâ—â— To Nature all that I in Rime have writ and to my company my wit Thou Love by making me adore Her who begot this love in me before Taughts me to make as though I gave when I did but restore To him for whom the Passing Bell next towles I give my Physick Books my written rowles Of morall Counsails I to Bedlam give My brazen Meddalls unto them which live In want of bread to them which passe among all Forreiners mine English tongue Thou Love by making me Love one Who thinks her friendship a fit portion For younger Loves dost all my gifts thus disproportion Therefore I le give no more but I 'le undoe The world by dying because Love dyes too Then all your beauties will be no more worth Then gold in Mynes where none doth draw it forth And all your graces no more use shall have than a Sundyall in a Grave Thou Love taughtst me by making me Love her who doth neglect both me and thee T'intent and Practise this one way t' annihilate all three J. D. Elegies by Mr. W. M. An Elegie on a Sexton I Many Grave have made but enjoy'd none This which I made not I possest alone Each Corps without embalming it did serve My life like precious Mummy to preserve Death which then kind now cruel found I have Rob'd me of life which me my living gave No Death is still more kind for in the Grave Where once I labour had now rest I have I made good use of time and night and day Had eare and heed how the hour did rass away I still was ready for a Grave nor shall Grive at what most I joy'd a Funerall As I was wont though not so soon as then Out of the Grave I shall come forth agen On a Scrivener HEre to a period is the Scrivener come This is his last sheet his ful point his Tomb Of all Aspersions I excuse him not 'T is plain he liv'd not without many a blot Yet he no ill example shew'd to any But rather gave good Copies unto many He in good Letters had been alwayes bred And hath writ more then many men have read He Rulers had at his command by Law Although he could not hang yet he could draw His force more bondmen had made then any A dash alone of his Pen ruin'd many That not without great reason we may call His Letter great or little Capitall Yet 't is the Scriveners fault as sure as just When he hath all done then he turns to dust An Elegie on a Barber HEre 's a mad ' Shaver laid a cutting Lad That many trim feats and som bald ones had His actions were but barbarous and he More poling was then Pettifoggers be And if his fingers lookt unto were not Twenty to one but he would cut your throat But he that is not hair-brain'd needs not fear Maugre bald luck by him to lose an hair I wonder then he dy'd that liv'd alone By excrements hair which can nourish none Such an hard workman we might hardly spar This accident fell out against the hair Since in deaths Empire of a barbar's trade For dead mens hair doth grow might use be made Death takes and soundly payes him how soere Here yet is left his equalls to an hair An Elegie on a Mason SO long the Mason wrought on others walls That his own house of clay to ruine falls Which shall be new built and repair'd alone When heaven and earth have dissolution He alwayes kept his actions within square None of his doings but were regular He had a Trull and that was vitious And climing high he seem'd ambitious Though much of him yet truly said might be No Lay-man did more edifie then he By laying Lime he caught much foul and none Took with a hook more pain then he had done No marvel spightful death wrought his annoy He sought to build and death seeks to destroy On a Trumpeter IF that Fames Trumpet shall not speak thy worth Yet thou a Trumpet hadst to set it forth I thoght at last thou wuldst fal dead to ground Having been long accustomed to sound Thou wer 't too much puft up long time to last Needs must he dye whose life is but a blast Thee a sound fellow we did alwayes find Or thou like him that 's with the Collick pin'd Preservd'st thy life by letting forth of wind Camelian-like of ayre thou hadst thy food And 't was a bad wind did blow thee no good Rob'd of thy windpipes once by cruel Death For want of breath thou dyd'st that liv'st by breath Pack up thy Pipes here silent rest till when A Trumpets sound make thee to live agen An Elegie on a Sailour NOw on dry land the Sailor he doth rest Aborad here seeming cabin'd in a Chest The frail bark of 's life which strange did sound For want of wind not water here 's aground 'T is known some time a Landed man he was But had of late gone down the winde apace His life was fleeting and unstaid but Death Made him a Grave-man and him setled hath He could not but remember he must die That had his Shrowd each day before his eye Needs must his Corps long incorrupt abide Which seem'd inbalm'd with Pitch before he dide An Elegie on a Hunter HEre lies a dogged fellow who hath run Out all his time now his course is don A running head he had and did not scorne Though it did sound abroad to wear the horn His course so open was that whosoere Observ'd it soon might have him at a Hare He could not hunt thrift yet his trace shal stand He kept his Leases though he sold his Land He cannot leave his lying though he die For he being dead yet in his grave doth lye Lament his losse that like a Hunter he Brought to his Grave with a great cry might be An Elegie on a Tinker SIx foot at last the wandring Tinker bound He silent rests whose acts once loud did sound At handy-stroakes he did no Valour lack Stout fellow that was metled at the back It seems a perfect Alchymist he was For into Silver he did turn his Brass 'T is like he spake to purpose what he said For he still strook the Nail upon the head He made two holes while he did mend one hole And did his work by piece and not the whole Often in Latine he would men beguile And yet speak nought but English all the while His Nose and Forehead each a brazen one Carried the badge of his Occupation Yet had he not so soon come to an end T' had better been for he each day did mend An Elegie on a Smith FArewell stowt Iron-side not all thy Art Could make a shield against Deaths envious dart Without a fault no man his life doth pass And to his Vice the Smith addicted was He oft as Choller is en creast by fire Was in his fumes and much inclin'd to ire He had been long so us'd to forge that he Was with a black Cole markt for Forgery But he for whiteness needed not to care H' ad but a Black-smith bin though ne'r so fair Pragmaticall he seem'd by his desire Still to have many Irons in the fire And opportunities he lacked not That knew to strike then when the Irons hot As the door nails ho made he 's now as dead He them him hath Death knockt in the head An Elegie on Squire Bug a Shooemaker HE that hath made so many souls of late Now wants a soul himself to animate That he so wrung them many did compalin But at the last he gave them ease again He sometimes did work booty for his frieads And whom soe'r he serv'd wrought his own ends But if to take the length of others foot Shew cunning none knew better how to do 't He kept the old worlds custome by his trade Reviv'd for he of Leather Money made The Leather lessen'd him to drink which nere Approved was till it well Liquor'd were He well observ'd how he his life did spend Who saw each day that he was neer his end His death might welcome be to those that use Being bare themselvs to gape for dead mens shooes An Elegie on a Tapster HEre lyes a man of reckning often seen t' have born much drink not distemperd been He seem'd a lusty Sword-man for he would Draw upon small occasion and none should Scot-free esape that through his fingers past But they were sure to pay for it at last Of his hard measure many have complain'd He car'd not while he out of measure gain'd Such was his pot-luck that to high place when He had been call'd soone he came down agen Now this draw-drink being dead by fatall hap Soon you shall have a fresh one at the Tap FINIS
guilty when the Asse goes free I would be poor but see the humble grasse Trampled upon by each unworthy Asse Rich hated wise suspected scorn'd if poor Great feared fair tempted high envied more Would the world now adopt me for her heir Would Beauties Queen entitle me the fair Fame speak me Honours Minion could I vie Angels with India with a speaking eye Command bare heads bowed knees strike Justice dumb As well as blind and lame to give a tongue To stones by Epitaphs to be call'd great Master In the loose Lines of every Poâ—taster Could I be more then any man that lives Great wise rich fair in all suparlatives I count one minute of my holy treasure Beyond so much of all this empty pleasure Welcome pure thoughts welcom ye careless grove These are my guests this is my courâ—age love The winged people of the sky shall sing My Anthemes by my servants gentle Springs A Prayer-book shall be my Looking-glasse Wherein I will adore sweet Vertues face Here dwels no heatfull loves no palsie fears No short joyes purchast with eternal tears Here will I sigh and sing my hot youths folly An learn to affect an holy Melancholy And if contentment be a stranger then I le never look for 't but in Heaven agen An Elgie by Dr. K. occasioned by his owne sicknesse WEll did the Prophet aâ—k Lord what is man Implying by the question that none can But God resolve the doubt much less define What Elements this child of dust combine Man is a stranger to himself and knowes Nothing so natural as his own woes He loves to travel countries and confer The Signes of vast Heavens Diameter Delights to sit in Niles or Betis lap Before he sayleth over his own Map By which meanes he returns his Travels spent Less knowing of himself then when he went Who knowledge hunts kept under forreign locks May bring home wit to hold a Paradox Yet beâ—ools still Therefore might I advise I would inform the Soul before the eyes Make man into his proper opticks look And so become the Student and the Book With his conception his first leaf begin What is he there but complicated sin When Viper time and the approaching birth Ranks him among the creatures of the earth His wayling Mother sends him forth to greet The World wrapt in a bloudy winding-sheet As if he came into the world to crave No place to dwell in but bespeak a Grave Thus like a red or tempest boading morn His dawning is for being newly born He hailes the evening tempest with shriek cryes And fines for his admission with wet eyes How should that plant whose leaf is bath'd in tears Bare but a bitter fruit in elder years Just such is his and his maturer age Teems with the event more sad then the presage For view him higher then his childhoods span Is raised up to Youths Miridian When he goes proudly laden with the fruit Which health or strength or beauty contribute That as the mounted Canon batters down The Towers and goodly structures of a Town So one short sickness will his force defeat And his frail Cittadel to Rubbish beat How doth a Dropsie melt him to a flood Making each vein run water more then blood A Collick racks him like a Northern gust And raging Feavers crumble him to dust In which unhappy he is made worse By his diseases then his Makers curse God said with toils sweat he should earn bread And without labour not be nourished Here though like ropes of falling dew his sweat Hangs on his labouring brow he cannot eat Thus are his sins scourg'd in opposing theames And Luxuries revenged in the extreams He who in health could never be content With varieties fetcht from each element Is now much more afflicted to delight His tastless pallet and lost appetite Besides though God ordain'd that with the light Man should begin his work yet he made night For his repose in which the weary sense Repairs it self by rests soft recompence But now his watchfull nights and troubled dayes Confused heaps of fear and fancies raise His chamber seems a loose and trembling Mine His pillow quilted with a Porcupine Pain makes his downy Couch sharp thorns appear And every feather pricks him like a spear Thus when all stormes of death about him keep He copies death in any form but sleep Poor walking Clay hast thou a mind to know To what unblest beginnings thou dost owe Thy wretched self fall sick a while and then Thou wilt conceive the Pedigree of men Learn shalt thou then from thine Anatomy That earth thy Mother worms thy sisters be That he is a short-liv'd vapour upward wrought And by corruption into nothing brought A staggering meteor by cross Planets beat Which often reels and falls before his seat A Tree that withers faster then it growes A Torch put out by every wind that blowes A web of forty weeks spun out in pain And in a moment ravel'd out again This is the model of frail man then say That his duration 's only for a day And in that day more fits of changes pass Then Attomes run in the turn'd Hower-glass So that the incessant cares which life invade Might for strange truth their Heresies perswade Who did maintain that humane souls were sent Into the body for their punishment At least with that Greek sage still make us cry Not to be born or being born to dy Of Love and Death AS Love and Death once travel'd on the way They met together and together lay Both in a bed when Love for all his heat Found in the night Death's coldness was so great That all his flames could hardly keep him warm Betimes he rose and speedily did arm His naked body but through too much haste Som of Deaths shafts he took neer his being plac'd Leaving behind him many of his own Which change to him being blind is stil unknown Through which mistaking and his want of eyes A double wrong to Nature did arise For when Love thinks to inflame a youthful heart With his own shafts he kils with deaths cold dart So Death intending to strike old Age dead Shoots one of Love's Darts with a golden head And this appears to me the reason why Old men do fall in love and young men die Waltham Pool In praise of black Women by T. R. IF shadows be a Pictures excellence And makes the shew more glorious to the sense If Stars in the bright day be hid from sight And shine more glorious in Masque of night Why should you think rare creaturs that you lack Perfections cause your hair and eyes be black Or that your Beauty which so far exceeds The new sprung Lillies in their Maidenheads The cherry colour of your cheeks and lips Should by that darknes suffer an eclips Nay 't is not fit that Nature should have made So bright a Sun to shine without some shade It seems that Nature when she first did fancy Your rare Composure studied
Ithaca And the amorous Games of sportful nights prefer Before dull dreams of the lost traveller Daphne hath broke her bark and that swift foot Which the angry God had fastned to the root To the fixt earth doth now unfetter'd run To meet the imbraces of the youthful Sun She hangs upon him like the Delphick Lyre Her kisses blow the old and breath new fire Full of her God she sings inspired Layes Soft Odes of Love such as deserve the Bayes Which she her self was next her Lawrellies In Petrarchs learned arms drying those eyes Which did in such smooth sweet numbers flow Which made the world enamour'd of his wo These and ten thousand beauties more that died Slaves to the Tyrant now enlarg'd deride His cansell'd Lawes and for their time mispent Paying to Love's Exchequer double rent Come then my Caelia wee 'l no more forbeare To taste our Joyes struck with a pannick feare But will depose from his terrestriall sway This proud usurper and walke free as they With necks unyoak'd Nor is it just that he Should fetter your soft sex with Chastitie Whom nature made unapt for abstinence When yet the false imposture can dispence With humane Justice and with sacred right And maugre both their laws command me fight With rivalls or with emmulous Loves that dare Equall with thine his Mistris eyes or haire If thou complaine of wrong and call my sword To carve but thy revenge upon that word He bids me fight and kill or else he brands With mark of infamy my coward hands And yet Religion bids from blood-shed fly And damns me for the act then tell me why This Goblin Honor the World so adores Should make men Athiests not women whores Tâ—a Wench desiring Money AS fair as she that made two husbands jar Raising 'twixt Troy Greece a ten years war As white as feather'd Laeda great Ioves rape She that was chang'd into a Swan-like shape As red as is the Emony even so bright Wer 't thou my Love that which the Poets write Of metamoâ—â—hos'd Iove how oft love changd him And from his own celestial shape estrang'd him Into an Eagle or Bull I fear lest he Should frâ— high Heaven likewise descend on thee I am not jealous now my thoughts are vanisht And the hot ardor of affection banisht My fire is cool'd reason assumes the place And now methinks thou hast not thine own face Dost thou demand why I am chang'd behold The cause I le tell thee thou dost ask me gold Thou look'st that for my pleasure I should pay And that alone still frighteth me away Whilst thou wert simple and in all things kind I with thy sweet content did like thy mind Now thou art cuning grown what has that gaind Thy bodies beauty by thy mind is stain'd Look on the beasts that in the Medows play Shall women bear more savage minds then they What gifts do Kine from the rude Bull enforce What rate demands the Mare fro the proud horse Or from the Ram the Ewe they couple twice Ere once they do debate upon a price Women have learn'd alone to bargain well Their pleasures born with them alone they sell Alone they prize the night and at a rate Chaffer themselvs with strangers O vild state Alone for mutuall pastime coyn they crave And e'r they sport ask first What shall I have That which delighteth both to which both run And but by joint assistance is not done The pleasures which on even terms we try Why should one party sell the other buy Why should the sweets which we alike sustain To me be double loss thee double gain That which comes freely much by that we set Thou giv'st it me and I am still in debt Love that is hir'd is plainly sold and bought Thou hast thy price and then I owe thee nought Then O ye fair ones all such thoughts expell What Nature freely gives you spare to sell Let not your bodies to base lust be lent Goods lewdly got are ever loosly spent A Sonnet WHy do we love these things which we call women Which are like feathers blown in every wind Regarding least those men do most esteem them And most deceitfull when they seem most kind And all their Vertue that their beautie graces It is but painted like unto their faces Their greatest glory is in rich attire Which is extracted from some hopefull heires Whose witts and wealth are lent to their desire When they regard the gifts more then the givers And to increase their hopes of future bliss They 'l sometimes rack their Conscience for a kisse Some love the windes that bring in golden showers And some are meerly won with commendations Some love and hatâ— and all within two houres And that 's a fault amongst them most in fashion But put them all within a scale together Their worth in weight will scarce pull down a feather And yet I would not discommend them all If I did know some worth to be in any 'T is strange that since the time of Adams fall That God did make none good yet made so many And if he did for these I truly mourne Because they dy'de before that I was borne A Health TO her whose Beautie doth excell Story we toss these cups and sell Sobrietie a Sacrifice To the bright Lustre of her eyes Each soul that sips here is devine Her Beauty Deifies the Wine Vpon his Mistris cut finger SWeet-heart to see thy blood fall down What Mortall can forbear But as thou dropst thy blood oath groun So he must drop a tear Good counsel to such wounded Maids God Cupid thus alledges Hereafter use such harmless tools that have no cutting edges You force the ground you stand on blush But blushing we permit Our cheeks could wear a Scarlet Plush saw we as much as it Hereafter love those better parts Nay best of all indeed Which though they take a thousand wounds yet scorn they e're to bleed The Rubies soft in Diamond Are glorious for to see But if congeal'd what rarest Jems Those Ruby drops would be This wish I to my Mistris bring And that is all I bring her Would I had fingred her fine Cut When she cut her fine finger LOVE'S Hue and Cry IN Love's Name you are charg'd hereby To make a speedy Hue and Cry After a face which th' other day Came and stole my heart away For your proceeding these in brief Are some few marks to know the Thief Her hair was gold a field of snow Smooth and unfurrowed was her brow A sparkling eye so pure and gray As when it smiles there needs noday Ivory dwelleth on her nose Lilly married to the Rose Have made her cheek their Nuptial bed Lips dyed a Vermilian red Make Crimson blush beside the rest You shall know this Fellon best By the tongue for if your ear Do once a heavenly Musick hear Such as neither gods nor men But from that mouth shall hear agen That that is she O take her
to ye None can rock Heaven asleep but she I hear have apprehended one Confederate in the action And that 's my eye which did let in The cunning thief to do the sin At his window but for her My eye shall be a prisoner Till it the first offender see That lur'd it to the Felonie Your diligence herein I crave That I again my heart may have O take Loves wings flye search or I Shall have no heart to live but die Loves Progress by Dr. Don. WHo ever lov'd if he do not propose The right end love he is as one that goes To Sea for nothing but to make him sick And loves a Bear-whelp born if we o're-lick Our love and force it strange new shapes to take We erre and of a lump a Monster make Were not a Calf a monster if 't were grown Fac'd like a man though better then his own Perfection is in unity prefer One woman first and then one thing in her Or when I value gold I think upon The ductilness the application The whole summes the ingenuity From rust from soyl from fire ever free But if I love it is because 't is made By our new Natures use the soul of Trade All this in women we might think upon If women have them and yet love but one Can men more injure women then to say they They love them for that by which they are not Make Vertue woman must I cool my blood Till I both be and find one wise and good May barren Angels love so but if we Make love to woman vertue is not she As beauty is not he then that strayes thus From her to hers is more adulterous Then he that takes her maid search every sphear And Fiâ—mamâ—nt our Cupid is not there He 's an infernal god and under ground With Pluto dwels where gold and fire abound Men to such gods their sacrificing coales Did not on Altars lay but pits and holes Although we see celestial bodies move Above the earth the earth we till and love So we his heirs contemplate wounds and heart And vertues but we love the rendring part Nor is the soul more swarthy nor more fit For love then this as infinite as it But in attaining this desired place How much they stray that set out at the face The hair a forest is of Ambushes Of springs snares fetters and of manicles The brov becalmes us when 't is smooth plain And when it wrinckles shipwracks us again Smooth 't is a Paradise where we would have Immortall stay and wrinckled 't is our grave The nose like to the first Meridian runs Not'twixt the East West but'twixt two Suns Her swelling lips to which when we are come We Anchor there and think we are at home For they seem all the Syrens songs and there The Delphian Oracles do fill the eare Then in a creek where chosen pearls do swell The Remora her charming tongue doth dwell These and the glorious promontory her chiâ— O're-past and the straight Hellespont between The Cestos and Abidos of her breasts Not of two Lovers but two loves the nests Succeeds a boundless Sea but that thine eye Some Iland Moles may scatter'd there discry And sayling towards her India in the way Shall at her fair Atlantick navel stay Though thence the current be thy Pilot made Yet erâ— thou come where thou wouldst be in-laid Thou shalt upon another Forrest set Where some do shipwrack and no further get When thou art there consider in this Chase What time they lose that set out at the face Rather set out below practise my Art Some symitry the foot hath with that part Which thou dost seek and is a Map for that Lovely enough to stop but not stay at Least subject to disguise and change it is Men say the Devil never can change his It is the Embleme that hath figured Firmness 't is the first part that comes to bed Civility we see refin'd the kiss Which at the foot began transplanted is Since to the hand then to the imperial knee Now at the Papal foot delights to be If Kings think it the nearest way and do Rise from the foot Lovers may do so too And as free Sphears move faster far then can Birds whom the ayre resists so may that man Which goes this empty and aetherial way Then if at beauties Elements hâ— stay Rich Nature hath in women wisely made Two purses and their mouthes aversly laid They then that to the lower tribute owe That way which that Exchequer looks must goe He which doth not his errour is as great As who by Clysters gives the stomack meat On Black eyes by J. D NO marvel if the Suns bright eye Showr down hot flames that quality Still waits on light but when I see The sparkling Balls of Ebonie Distill such heat the gazer straight Stands so amazed at the sight As when the Lightning makes a breach Through pitchy clouds can Lightning reach The Marrow and not hurt the skin Your eyes the same to me have been Can Jet invite the loving straw With secret fire so can they draw And can when ere they glance a Dart Make stubble of the strongest heart Oft when I look I may descry A little face peep through thine eye Sure that 's the boy that wisely chose â—is rayes amongst such rayes as those Which if his Quiver chance to fail May serve for Darts to kill withall If at so strong a charge I yield If â—ounded so I quit the Field Think me not Coward when I lye Thus prostrate with your charming eye Did I but say your eye I swear Death's in your Beauty every where Your eye night spare it self my own Whâ— n all your parts are truly known From â—ny one may filch a Dart To wound my self and then my heart One with a thousand Arrowes fill'd Cannot say this or that this kill'd No more can I yet sure I am That you are she that wrought the same Wound me again yea more and more So you again will me restore The Spring NOw that the winters gone the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes and now no more the frost Candies the grass or casts an icie cream Upon the silver Lake or Chrystal stream But the warm Sun thawes the benummed earth And makes it tender gives a second birth To the dead Swallow wakes in hollow Tree The drowzie Cuckow and the Humble Bee Now do a Quire of chirping Minstrels sing In triumph to the world the youthful Spring The valleys hills and woods in rich array Welcome the coming of the long'd for May Now all things smile only my Love doth lower Nor hath the scalding noon-day-sun the power To melt the Marble yet which still doth hold Her heart congealed and makes her pity cold The Oxe which lately did for shelter flye Into the stall doth now securely lye In open field and Love no more is made By the fire side but in the cooler shade Aâ—intas now doth by his
Clâ—râ—â— sleep Under a Sycamore and all things keep Time with the season onely she doth carry Iune in her eyes in her heart Ianuary His Mistris commanding the return of Letters SO grieves the adventerous Merchant when he throwes All the long-toil'd-for treasure his ship stowes Into the angry Mayn to save from wrack Himself and men as I grieve to give back These Letters yet so pow'rful is your sway As if you bid me die I must obey Go then blest Papers you shall kiss those hands That gave you freedom but held me in bands Which with a touch did give you life but I Because I may not touch those hands must die Methinks as if they knew they should be sent Home to their native soyl from banishment I see them smile like dying Saints that know They are to leave the earth towards he'ven go When you return pray tell your soveraign And mine I gave you courteous entertain Each line receiv'd a tear and then a kiss First bath'd in that it scap'd unscorcht in this I kist it 'cause your fair hand had been there Because it was not then I shed a tear Tell her no length of time nor change of aire No cruelty disdain absence dispaire No nor her stedfast constancy can deterre My vassal heart from ever honouring her Though these be pow'rful arguments to prove I love in vain yet I must ever love Say if she frown when you that word rehearse Service in Prose is oft call'd Love in Verse Then pray her since I send back on my part Her Papers she would send me back my heart If she refuse warn her to come before The God of Love whom thus I will implore Travling in thy Countries rode great god I spi'd By chance this Lady and walkt by her side From place to place fâ—aring no violence For I was well arm'd and had made defence In former fights 'gainst fiercer foes then she Did at our first encounter seem to be But going further every step reveal'd Some hidden weapon till that time conceal'd Seeing those outward armes I did begin To fear some greater strength was lodg'd within Looking into her mind I might survey An host of beauties that in Ambush lay And won the day before they fought the field For I unable to refist did yield But the insulting Tyrant foe destroyes My conquerâ—d mind my ease my peace my joyes Breaks my sweet sleeps invades my harmless rest Robs me of all the treasure of my breast Spares not my heart nor yet a greater wrong For having stoln my heart she binds my tongue But at the last her melting eyes unseal'd My lips enlarg'd my tongue then I reveal'd To her own ears the story of my harmes Wrought by her vertues and her Beauties charms Now hear just judge an act of savageness When I complain in hope to have redress She bends her angry brow and from her eye Shoots thousand darts I then well hope 't to dye But in such soveraign Balm Love dips his shot That though they wound a heart they kill it not She saw the blood guish forth froÌ„ many a wound Yet fled and left me bleeding on the ground Nor sought my cure nor saw me since 't is true Absence and time two cunning Leaches drew The flesh together yet sure though the skin â—e clos'd without the wound festers within Thus hath this cruel Lady us'd a true Servant and subject to her self and you Nor know I great love if my life be lent To shew thy mercy or my punishment Since by the onely Magick of thine Art A Lover still may live that wants an heart If this enditement fright her so as she Seem willing to return my heart to me But cannot find it for perhaps it may 'Mongst other trifling hearts be out o th' way If she repent and will make me amends Bid her but send me hers and we are friends To his coy Mistris THink not 'cause men flattering say Youâ—r fair as Hellen fresh as May Bright as is the morning Star That you are so though you are Be not therefore proud or deem All men unworthy your esteem For being so you lose the pleasure Of being fair for that rich treasure Of more beauty and sweet feature Was bestow'd on you by Nature To be enjoy'd and t were a sin There to be scarce where she hath bin So prodigal of her best graces Thus common beauties and mean faces Shall have more pastime and enjoy The sport you lose by being coy Did the thing for which I sue Only concern my self not you Were men so framed as they alone Reap'd all the pleasure women none Then had you reason to be scant But 't were a madness not to grant That which affords if you consent To you the giver more content Then me the begger O then be Kind to your self if not to me Starve not your self because you may Thereby make me to pine away Nor let fading beauty make You your wiser thoughts forsake For that lovely face will fail Beauty's sweet but beauty's frail 'T is sooner past 't is sooner done Then Summers rain or winters Sun Moâ—â— fleeting when it is most dear T is gone while we say but 't is here Those curious locks so aptly twin'd Whose every hair a soul doth bind Will change their Aburn hue and grow White and cold as Winters snow That eye which now is Cupids nest Will prove his grave and all the rest Will follow in the cheek chin nose Nor Lilly shall be found nor Rose And what will then become of all Those whom you now your servants call Like Swallows when the Summer 's done They 'l flye and seek some warmer Sun Then wisely chuse one for your friend Whose love may when your beauties end Remain still firm be provident And think before the Summer 's spent Of following Winter like the Ant In plenty horod for time of scant Cull out amongst the multitude Of Lovers that seek to intrude Into your favour one that may Love for an age not for a day One that will quench your youthful fires And feed in age your hot desires For when the storms of time have moved Waves on that cheek which was beloved When a fair Ladies face is pin'de And yellow spread where red once shin'de When beauty youth and all sweets leave her Love may return but Lover never And old folks say there is no paines Like itch of Love in aged veins O love me then and now begin it Let 's not lose this present minute For time and age will work that wrack Which time or age shall ne'r call back The Snake each year fresh skin resumes And Eagles change their aged plumes The faded Rose each Spring receives A fresh red tincture on her leaves But if your beauty once decay You 'l never know a second May O then be wise and whilst your season Affords you dayes for sport do reason Spend not in vain your lives short hour But crop in
The Frontispiece SCulptures are useless here or Lines in prayse The Soul of Poetry slights all weaker Bayes As Sol invested in his best Array Takes not but gives more glory to the day With 's livening Beams gladding the teeming Earth To Budds to Blossoms and to Flow'rs gives Birth So do these three times three in Harmony Give Birth to Arts new life to Poetry Love offers here his Quiver and his Bow Vowing henceforth he will a Pigrim go Vnto the Muses Temple there to joyne In Diapasons with these Sacred Nine Apollo here new-strings his golden Lyre And wise Minerva sings unto this Quire Venus slights Mars not deigning once to look On any other Object but this Book THE HARMONY OF THE MUSES OR The Gentlemans and Ladies Choisest Recreation Full of various pure and transcendent Wit Containing severall excellent Poems Some Fancies of Love some of Disdain and all the subjects incident to the passionate Affections either of men or women Heretofore written by those unimitable Masters of Learning and Invention Dr. Joh. Donn Dr. Hen. King Dr. W. Stroad Sr. Kenelm Digby Mr. Ben. Johnson Mr. Fra. Beamont J. Cleveland T. Randolph T. Carew And others of the most refined Wits of those TIMES Never before Published London Printed by T. W. for William Gilbertson at the sign of the Bible in Giltspur-street without Newgate 1654. TO THE READERS THere needs no Commendatory Epistle to perswade you to the entertaining of this Book The onely Names of the Authours are eloquent enough It were unnecessary Art and labour to indeavor to present unto you the Transcendent height of their meritorious Pens and with what delight beauty they have crowned Poetry which is the Beauty and Delight of Learning Poetry in their dayes flourished and they flourished with it and gave a Crown unto that which hath crowned them with Honor and perpetuall Fame The Genius of those times produced many incomparable Witts who being excellent in themselves in a noble emulation contended who should 〈◊〉 each other From hence it is we have so many admirable Piâ—ces of Perfection derived to us every Subject in every particular being so choicely handled that what room is left unto Posterity is rather to admire and imitate then to equall them There were never in one Age so many contemporary Patterns of Invention or ever Witt that wrought higher or cleerer For though our homely Progenitors with too vain admiration were accustomed to prosecute the Issues of out-landish Witts and believed nothing to be exquisite but what came from France or Italy yet this Age by Experience hath found that without the least Imitation we have given them Examples of our own and excelled them as much in soundness as in Beauty If any shall object that here and there the Fancy seems some time too loose for such Reverend Names let him impute it to the lightness of the Subject and to the heat and vigour of their early Witts when first those Ayres were breathed forth The Fancyes of so many letter'd and unequalled men are here united into one Piece and do challenge as much your applause as entertainment And being never before made publick you may be the more oblieged to take notice of them and to gratulate the friendly hand that travelled in this Collection which was onely but to please you Farewell Yours devoted R. C. Esq THE HARMONY OF THE MUSES On the Choice of a Mistris WHen I do love my Mistris must be fair Yet not extreamly so shall I dispaire When I do Love my Mistris must be wise Yet not all Wit I 'le not be so precize When I do love my Mistris chaste must be Not obstinate for then shee 's not for me For when I love my Mistris must be kind Yet not before I her with Merit bind Shee whom I love needs not for to be rich For Vertue and not wealth doth me bewitch She whom I love must once have lov'd before For meeting equall we may love the more And to conclude my Mistris must be young And last what 's hardest not have too much toung An Elegie made by I. D. COme Maddam come all stay my powers deny Untill I labour I in labour ly The foe oft-times having the foe in sight Is tir'd with standing though he never fight Off with your girdle like heaven's Zone glistering But a far fairer World incompasing Unâ—in that spangled breast-plate which you wear That eyes of busy fools may be stopt there Unlace your self for that Harmonious chime Tell 's me from you that now it is bed-time Off with that happy busk which I envie That still can be and still can stand so nie Your gown going off such beauteous state reveals As when from flowery meads hills shadows steales Off with that wiery Corronet and show The happier diadem which on you doth grow Off with those shooâ— that thou may'st safely tread In this Loves hallowed Temple this soft bed In such white roabs heavens Angels use to be Receiv'd by men thou Angels bringst with thee A heavenly Mahometâ— Paradice and though Ill spirits walke in white wee easily know By this these Angels from an evill sprite They set our hairs bâ—â— these our flesh upright Licence my roving hands and let them goe Behind before above between belowe O my Americka my New-found-Land The Kingdom's safest when by one man man'd My Mine of precious stones my Emperie How blâ—st am I in this discovering thee To enter into these bonds is to be free Then where my hand is set my seal shall bee As souls in bodies bodyes uncloath's must bee To taste these joyes Those Jems you Women use Are as Atlanta's Balls cast in mens views That when a fools eye lighteth on a Jem His earthly soul may covet theirs not them Like Pictures or like Books gay covering made For Lay-men are all Women thus array'd Themselves are Mistick bodies which hourly we Whom their imputed grace will dignifie Must see reveal'd then since that I may know As liberally as to a Mid-wife show Thy self Cast you all this white Linnen hence There is no Pennance due to Innocence To teach thee I am naked first Why than Needst thou to have more covering then a man The Rapture by J. D. IS she not wondrous fair but yet I see She is so much too fair too sweet for me That I forget my self and a new fire Hath taught me not to love but to admire Just as the Sun methinks I see her face Which I may gaze upon but not imbrace For 't is heavens pleasure sure she should be sent As pure to heaven again as she was lent To us And bids us as we hope for bliss Not to profane her with one mortall kisse Then how cold growes my love and oh how lot O how I love her how I love her not Thus doth my Ague-love torment by turns Now well-nigh friezeth now again it burns The Extreames by T. C. I Le gaze no more on her bewitching face Sure ruin harbours
time your Beauties flowre Which will away and doth together Both bud and fade and blow and wither On age or an old Face NO Spring or Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in an Autumnall Face Young beauties force your love and to a rape This doth but councel yet you cannot scape If 't were a shame to love here 't were no shame Affection here takes reverences name Were her first years the golden Age that true But now she 's gold oft tri'd and ever new That was her fore-Ides and inflaming time This is her habitable tropick clime Fair eyes who asks more heat then comes from thence He in a Feaver wishes Pestilence Then call not wrinckles graves if graves they are They are Loves graves or else he lies no where Yet lies not Love dead here but here doth sit Vow'd to this trench like as an Anchorite And here till hers which must be his death come He doth not dig a Grave but build a Tombe Here dwels he though he sojourn every where In brief yet still his standing house is here Here where still evening is not noon or â—ight Where no voluptuousness yet all delight In all her words unto all hearers fit You may at Revels you at Councel sit This is Loves Timber youth her under-wood Wine fires in May in August comforts blood Which then comes seasonablest wheâ— your taste And appetite to other things are past Xerxes strange Lydian love the Platane Tree Was lov'd for age none being so old as she Or else because being young Nature did bless Her Youth with Ages glory barrenness If we love things long sought Age is a thing Which we are fifty years in compassing If transitory things which soon decay Age must be loveliest at the latest day But name not Winter faces whose skin slack Lanck like an unthrifts purse or a souls sack Whose eyes seek light within for all here 's shade Whose mouths are holes rather worn out then made Who 's ev'ry tooth t' his several place is gon To vex their souls at the Resurrection Name not those living Deaths-Heads unto me such I abhor I hate extreams yet I had rather stay With Tombs then Cradles to wear out a day Since such Loves natural action is may still My love descend not journey up the hill Not panting after growing beauties so I shall be one of those that homewards go A Maids Denyall NAy pish nay pew nay faith and will you fie A Gentleman and use me thus yfaith I le cry Gods body what means this nay fie for shame Nay faith away nay fy away introth you are to blame Hark sombody comes leave off I pray I le pinch I le scratch I le spurn I le go away Infaith you strive in vain you shall not speed You mar my ruff you hurt my back my nose will bleed Look look the door is open sombody sees What will they say nay fie you hurt my knees Your buttons scratch O God what a coil is here You make me sweat infaith here 's goodly geere Nay faith let me intreat you if you list You mar my head you tear my smock but had I wist So much before I would have kept you out Is 't not a pretty thing you went about I did not think you would have serv'd me thus But now I see I took my mark amiss A little thing would make me not be friends You have us'd me well I hope you 'l make amends Hold still I 'le wipe your face you swet amain You have got a goodly thing with all your pain O God how hot am what will you drink If you go swetting down what will they think Remember this how you have us'd me now Doubt not ere long but I will meet with you If any man but you had us'd me so Would I have put it up in faith Sir no Nay go not yet stay here and sup with me After at Cards we better will agree A Blush STay lusty blood where canst thou seâ—k So blest a place as in her cheek How canst thou from that place retire Where beauty doth command desire But if thou canst not stay then flow Down to her panting papâ— below Flow like a Deluge from her breast Where Venus Swans hath built her nâ—st And so take glory to disdaine With azure blew each swelling vaine Then run boyling through each part Till thou hast warm'd her frozen heart If from love it would retire Martyr it with gentle Fire And having searcht each secret place Fly thou back into her face Where live blest in changing those White Lillies to a Ruddy Rose To one that was like his Mistris FAir Copy of my Celia's Face Twin of my soul thy perfect grace Claims in my soul an equal place Disdain not a divided heart Though all be hers you shall have part Love is not ty'd to Rules of Art For as my soule first to her flew Yet staid with me so now 't is true It 〈…〉 her though fled to you Then entertain this wandring guest And if not love allow it rest It left not but mistook the nest Nor think my love or your fair eyes Cheaper 'cause from th' Sympathise You hold with her the flames that rise To Lead or Brass or some such bad Mettle a Princes stamp may add The value that it never had But to the pure refined Ore The stamp of Kings imparts no more Worth then it had before Onely the Image gives the rate To Subjects of a Forreign State 'T is priz'd as much for its own waight So though all other hearts resign To your pure worth yet you have mine Onely because you are her Coyne On a Fly that flew into Celia's Eye WHen this Fly liv'd she us'd to play In the Sun-shine all the day Till comming my in Coelia's sight She found a new and unknown light So full of Glory as it made The noon-day Sun a gloomy shade Then this amorous Fly became My Rivall and did court this Flame She did from hand to bosomâ— skip And from her breath her cheek and lip Suckt all the Incense and the Spice And grew a Bird of Paradice At last into her eye she flew There scorcht in Flames and drown'd in Dew Like Phaeton from the Suns bright Sphere She fell and from her dropt a teare Of which a Pearl was straight compos'd Wherein her Ashes lye inclos'd Thus she receives from Caelia's eye Funeral Flame Tomb Obsequye On the Snow falling on his Mistris breast I Saw fair Cloris walk alone When feather'd Rain came softly down And Iove descended from his Tower To court her in a Silver shower The wanton Snow flew to her breast Like little Birds unto their Nest But overcome with whiteness there For grief it thaw'd into a teare Thence falâ—â—ng to her vestures hemme To deck her froze into a Iemme On the drawing his Mistris Picture SItting and ready to be drawn What mean these Velvets silk Lawn Embroideries Feathers Fringes Lace When every
As you were angling in the Brook With silken Line and silver Hook Through Chrystal streams you might desery How vast and numberless a Fry The Fish had spawnd that all along The bancks were crowded with the throng And shall fair Venus more command By water then she doth by Land The Phoenix chaste yet when she dies Her self with her own Ashes lies But let thy love more wisely thrive To do the act while th' art alive 'T is time we left our childish love That trades for toyes and now approve Our abler skill they are not wise Look Babies onely in the eyes That smother'd smile shews what you meant And modest silence gives consent That which we now prepare will be Best done in silent secresie Come do not weep what is 't you fear Lest some should know what we did here See not a flower you prest is dead But re-erects his bended head That whosoere shall pass this way Knows not by these where Phillis lay And in your fore-head there is none Can read the act that we have done Phillis Poor rediculous and simple Maid By what strange wiles art thou betray'd A treasure thou hast lost to day For which thou canst no ransome pay How black art thou transform'd with sin How strange a guilt gnawes me within Grief will convert this red to pale When every Wake and Whitsun-Aâ—e Shall talk my shame break break sad heart There is no Medicine for my smart No hearb nor balm can cure my sorrow Unlsse you meet again to morrow Two Gentlemen inviting each other to sing COme with our Voyces let us warre and challenge all the Spheares Till each of us be made a Starre and all the world turn Deares Mix then our Notes that we may prove to stay the walking floods To make the Mountain Quaries move and call walking the Woods What need of me do you but sing Sleep and the Graves shall wake No voyce hath sound no voyce hath string but what your lips do make They say the Angels view each deed who exercise below And out of inward passion feed in what they see or know Sing we no more then lest the best of Angels should be driven To fall again at such a feast Mistakes Earth for Heaven Nay rather let our Notes be strain'd to meet their high desire So they in state of Grace retain'd shall wish us of their Quire A Sonnet in praise of Musick HAil sacred Musick Queen of Souls strike hie Inspire me with Poetick Rhapsodie Else words can't praise thee Thy Vertue tunes the discord of the Spheares Charming to it divine and Humane eares Nor can breath raise thee Whose Aires breath a more harmonious winde Mounting above it self the heaviest minde In spight of Nature Thy ravishing Accents with holy force Can 'twixt our Soules and bodies cause divorce Chear sullenest creature Strike but thy Lute with thy more gentle hand The Nightingale will mute with listning stand Charm'd to thy pleasure And when thy Note but runs division The very Tree shall dance she sits upon keep mean and measure The Palm will dance the Bay her root forgo The Cedar Mirtle Vine will foot it too When in the midst of all their frolick train Thou strik'st sad note they 'r fixt trees again On Iealousie WHen you sit musing Lady al alone Casting up all your cares with private moan WheÌ„ your hart bleeds with grief you are no more Neerer comfort then you were before You cannot mend your state with sighs or cares Sorrow's no Balsome for distrustful fears Have you a foe you hate wish him no worse A plague or torment then the Yellow curse Observe your Lord with nere so strict an eye You cannot go to piss without a spye If but a Mouse do stir about your bed He startles and fears he is dishonoured And when a jealous dream doth cross his pate Straight he resolves he will be seperate Tell me right worthy Cuckolds if you can What good this folly doth reflect on man Are women made more loyal Have ye power To guard the tree that none can pluck the flower Is it within the brain of jealous heads To banish Lust from Court or Courtly beds I never knew that base and foul distrust Made any chast that had a mind to lust Nor will it make her honest who by kind To loose and vild affections is inclin'd Debar her Lord she to supply his room Will take a hors-boy or a Stable-Groom Keep her from men of lower rank and place She 'l kiss the Scullion with knaves imbrace Suspect her faith withall and all distrust She 'l buy a Monkey to supply her lust Lock her from man and beast from all content She 'l make thee Cuckold with an Instrument For women are like angry Mastiffs chain'd They bite at all when they are all restrain'd We may set locks guards to watch their fire But have no means to quench their hot desire Man may as well with cunning go about To quench the Gun his motion as by doubt To keep a metled woman if that she Strongly dispose her selfe to Venery How many thousand women that were Saints Are now made sinfull by unjust restraints How many do commit for very spight That take small pleasure in that sweet delight Some are for malice some are for mirth unjust Some kiss for love and some do love for lust But if that Fates intend to make me blest And Hymen bind me to a female brest As yet I thank my starrs I am not tide In servile Bonds to any wanton Bride Let Cynthia be my Crest yea let me wear The Cuckolds Badge if I distrust or fear It 's told me oft a smooth and gentle hand Keeps women more in awe of due command Then if we put a Quinsel on their Dock Ride them with Bitts set on their geer a Lock For then like furious Colts they strike fling But if we slack our Reins to pleas their will Kindness will keep them from committing ill You blessed Creatures hold your female right Conquer by day as you orecome by night And tell the jealous World this from me Bondage may make you bad whose minds are free Had Colatine been jealous say this more Without a Rape Lucrece had been a Whore A Caveat to his Mistris BEware fair Maid of Musky Courtiers oaths Take heed what gifts favors you receive Let not the fading gloss of silken cloathes Dazzel your vertues or your fame bereave For lose but once the hold you have of grace Who will respect your fortune or your face Each greedy hand doth strive to catch the flour When none regards the stock it grew upon Each nature loves the fruit still to devour And leavs the Tree to grow or fade alone Then this advice fair creature take from me Let none taste fruit unless he take the Tree Take heed lest Caesar doth corrupt thy heart Or fond Amibition scale thy modesty Say to a King thou only courteth Art He cannot
is not amiss Sometimes to enterpose a kiss But not cloy sweet things are good And pleasant but are nought for food But stay Nature hath overcaught my Art In her to whom I offer up my heart And evening-passengers shall sooner trace The wantoÌ„ beams that dance on Thames smooth face Or find the track where once the fowl did stray Or the moist sands which tides have washt away Then ere my heart be sound with taint or spot So a revolt of hers procure it not Ad Amicum THou art the Spring I the leaveless Tree Thou art the flower and I the toyling Bee Thou art the Flax and I the kindling fire I your disdain but you my hearts desire You are the Bride which doth ingage my brest My thoughts in yours though yours elsewhere do rest Say that I rest my lips upon thy cheek A wearied love some place of rest must seek No pillow softer then those cheeks of thine No wearied love more wearied is then mine Then be not coy to answer what I require You need not blush at what I do defire Say that your love doth some way else incline Yet I am yours though you will not be mine The Question of a Lady that was newly wedded A Lady that of late did wed Not knowing sports of Marriage bed Askt of her Husband which he thought most right For Marriage sports the morning or the night He answer'd as he did think most meet The day more holsom but the night most sweet If it be so quoth she and we have leasure We 'l to 't i th' day for health all night for pleasure Dr. Dun's Answer to a Lady Lady SAy not you love unless you do For lying will not honour you Answer of the Doctors Lady I love and love to do And will not love unless be you You say I lye I say you lye choose whether But if we both lye let us lye together Of his estate with Love THe more I seek to find the depth of Love The more I find my self to seck therein For when I thought the fruit thereof to prove I was methought as when I did begin In Love and Vertue wise men wisely say The more a man doth go the more he may For as it comes at first I know not how So doth it bring at lenghth I know not what And when we stand as tho we would not bow Then doth it break our force and â—ast us flat And making us to run an endless course Oft seems to mend but waxeth wors wors Some lay the fault in Love and som again In them that love I mean the women kind I have just cause with others to complain But to complain I never had the mind For what doth it avail me to complain If my complaint may not release my pain When I complain aright she takes it ill And for amends she answers me no force When I complain amiss she rageth still And for amends she makes it ever worse I find no fault in her I may excuse 'T is my ill luck that she doth â—e refuse Which maketh me uncertain what or how To say or think of me or of my Love I saw before with grief I see it now 'T is labour loâ—t her setled mind to move Though she make more of me then of the most I count but ill that count without my â—lost Then I deserve she doth a great deal more And yet a great deal less then I desire Would God she kept her courteous deeds in store So that her self with love were set on fire Her deeds are such as I may not complain It is her heart that puts my heart to pain She doth to me that which to all she must And yet as though it were to me alone Her best she layes up for her best betrust Who is her all in all and yet but one In love and vertue wise men wisely say The more we spend stil spend the more we may Thus do I feed on leaves instead of fruit Instead of bodies shadows me content In my account Cyphers for Numbers go My feasting Christmas is a fasting Lent And yet no wrong for my desert is small And all the world is subject to her call When he had written this she read it and said that he writ it more to shew his wit then for any good will whereupon he thus replyed BUt what do I in vain my paper spend without al hope against the stream to move Needs must I end although I know no end If not to love yet for to speak of Love She says that this she says that all I writ was nothing else but for to shew my wit And would to God my wit did shew no more Then I delight to shew my wit therein It were more wit to keep my love in store Then utter all when none of hers is seen Mine is so much she keeps her own in store If mine were less her own would be the more To his Love upon complaint of the uncertainty of his estate She answered him that he should never have cause to repent MY heart the Ship that was tost to fro By winds of fear by waves of deep despair In certian course uncertain what to do Or how to find the weather ever fair At length is got into the Port of rest To wit his only best beloved brest And knit with faith as with a Cable Rope Which wil not shrink though all the world do fail Unto the Anchor of undoubted hope In hope at length with wind and tide to sail He careth not though winds do blow abroad So he may find his harbour in the road A small assurance more contents the mind The greater hope of greater hope to come That which is loose you may with ease unwind The way to all is to be sure of some Which sith you grant I hold my self content With that you say I never shall repent He that hopes you said of him â—s you meant That he never should have cause to repent To his Love when she said that her love was a burthen unto him MY Love why dost thou think thy love a burthen unto me I never felt a thing so light as it doth seem to be Or if thy love a buâ—then be as thou dost say my dear Why thinkst thou me unable or unwilling it to bear It is no burthen for to have but for to want thy love From which I do not cannot ought not will not me remove The love is light and doth delight that hath the greatest part The love is heavy that is least and makes a heavy heart Then if thy love a burthen be as thou dost seem to say Think that it never troubles me but when it goes away To his Mistris on New-years-day TO give a Gift where all the Gifts of God so much abound What is it else but even to adde a penny to a pound To wish you years though they be New which yet may make you
old What is it but to wish you years of silver for your Gold Yet do I send a simple Gift to shew my great good will And wish withall that all your years be new and happy still To a Friend on the word Wife THe W. is double wo the I. nought else buâ— Jealousie The F. is fawning flattery the E. what else buâ— enmity If in the Name there be such strife Then God defend me from a Wife Vpon a Merchant THere was a man and he was semper idem And to be brief he was mercator quidem He had a wife was neither tall nor brevis Yet in her carriage was accounted levis He to content her gave her all things satis She to requite him made him Cuckold gratis Ti his Love upon New-years Even when they were upon parting IF you will leave me leave me dear Or now or never with the Year For now the Year is at an end And now each friend renews his friend And now the date of love expires And now the time truth requires And now your friends envy at me And now it must or never be If you do mean to love me dear Begin to morrow with the year For then doth love it self renew And every friend perform his due Then to and fro the Gifts are sent And paid as if it were for rent And then of friends the most we make Another Lease of Love to take If you will neither leave nor love As by conjecture I can prove You do me wrong to hold me on You wrong your self to care for none You wrong the face that God you gave You wrong the other gifts you have And in revenge of this your wrong Shall love I hope and lack as long Wherefore or love or leave me dear Or now or never with the Year To his Heart MY Heart why dost thou bodily fear that thou dost love in vain Why dost thou fear that gentle meanes will make thee live in pain What though thy Love did never care for wearing of a man What though more craft lurk in her breast then she dissemble can Thy choice is good thy love is great thy faith is true as steel She 's wise what wilt thou more why dost thou fear before thou feel The Hearts Answer ALas what should I do but fear how I may be secure Of that which none could yet come neer how may poor I be sure What though I have the name to be the greatest in her books What though she feed me once a day even with her kindest looks Her choyce is past her love bestowed hear faith no faith can move â— most unworthy shall I hope to gain so good a love A Reply to his Heart MY heart why dost thou reason thus According to thy sense Why dost thou make an evill cause the worse be thy defence What though her choice be past her love bestowed her faith too true What though thou most unworthy be to such a one to sue In choyce is change in love mislike faith used ill may faile Full many speed unworthily why should'st thou strike the sayle The Hearts Answer ALas to reason for my self is but to breed my bane And to be proud of mine estate when I am in the wane What though in choice in love in faith we many changes see What though in my unworthiness she may esteem of me Such choice is chance such love is light such faith is also frail And they that speed unworthily unworthily may fail Of Love WHat thing is love the worst yet the beâ—â— A world of cares and yet a mart of toyes A sea of dangers yet the Haven of rest A hell of torments yet a Heaven of joyes A world a sea a hell to tender hearts A Mart a Haven a heaven to ease their smarts How doth it come that way it seemeth least It fisheth here and hangeth there a bait It hoisteth say I when it doth Anchor cast And strikes Alarm when it sounds retreat And when we think we have it at the bay We may be sure it steals another way What are the works of love more neat then fit For any use and more in skill then proof The fine conceits of every finest wit Of greater caâ—â— and â—â—bour then behoof Much lik◠〈◊〉 shâ—t Spiders weave on hie Which have no use but even to catch a Flie Wâ—at is the end of Love still to begin And not to have or sight or hope of end About a little to be long and in An endless suit a thankless time to spend Much like the wheel that turning ever round Doth run apace and yet can get no ground When he was to go into the Countrey ANd must I go from whom what shall I say From hope from health from love from life from all Thaâ— was or is or may be any way My greatest comfort in each kind of thrall And that beyond the Seas into an I le Where from my joyes I must my self exile What though my native Country be the place What though it be to see my Father dear What though it be my Mother to imbrace And take her blessing for this whole two year What though it were 10000. friends to see â—0000 times this one more pleaseth me To his only one when he was in the Country LEt fools beleeve that absence cureth love Or cools the heart that eye hath set on fire I see I see the farther I remove The farther off I am from my desire And find too well the wound I took by sighâ— Is nothing less but rather more by flight For thogh mine eye did daily wound my hearâ— Yet did I see withall thy lovely face Noâ— every thought gives caus of greater smarâ— Because I want the hope of wonted grace The only thing wherein I now delight Is that thou dost to me so kindly write If thou didst know what pleasure I do take In every line that thou dost write to me How I do scan each letter for thy sake To pick what kindness I may out of thee I know that thou wouldst write once a week to me In reading thine methinks I talk with thee To her again HOw far how long am I and shall I be From that sweet soul whose looks doe feed mine eye How far how long shal she be kept from me In whom with whom to whom I live and dy For place I take each step a mile to be For time each hour doth seem a year to me Methinks the Sun doth greater leisure take Then he was wont to linger out the day Methinks he goes as if his legs did ake And time it self doth make no haste away If I might rule the Chariot of the Sun I would be bound to make it night at noon But be I far or be I long from thee I am thine own and thine alone my dear No â—ime no place shall change or alter me Though steps were miles every hour a year Perswade thy self that I am with thee
still Though I be here in part against my will When she told him she loved as well as he AS well as I too good for to be true As well as I too sweet for to be sure As well as I a speech too kind for you As well as I too sudden to endure As well as I As well as I I say I ask no more I wish no fairer play As well as I then must you change your vain And watch your times to make your love be seen As well as I then must you leave disdain And shew your self more kind then you have been As well as I As well as I I say I ask no more I wish no fairer play As well as I then will I strive to do More then I can to make you do as much As well as I then will I be to you More then I am to make you to be such As well as I As well as I I say I ask no more I wish no fairer play To his Love IF any be content with words 't is I If any not content with deeds 't is you If any fear your tongues like swords 't is I If any vex the heart that bleeds 't is you 't is you and I that make these sayings true Disdained I and most disdainfull you If any man do live by looks 't is I If any woman loves by fits 't is you If any leave for love his books 't is I If any bats the edge of wits 't is you 'T is you and I that make these sayings true Unhappy I and more then happy you If any strive against the stream 't is I With wind and tide if any go 't is you If any be more then they seem 't is I If any think less then they know 't is you 'T is you and I that make these sayings true Unfeigning I and deep dissembling you If any pluck for prime and miss 't is I If any pluck for flush and hit 't is you When colour holds if any loose 't is I By contraries if any get 't is you 'T is you to whom all gains prove for the best 'T is I that on all gains do loose my rest A Fancie of Love THe Sun had run his race and now began His Steeds to water in the Western Seas When suddenly the sky waxt pale and wan And night drew on the time of rest and ease I lay me down to take my sleep in bed And lo what fancies came into my head Fast by my side there seemed one to stand I know not how possest on every part Possest on either foot on either hand Possest on head but most possest on heart Ladies they seem'd that did divide him so And still at odds both draw him to and fro I sigh to think how I did sigh in sleep And full of pitty pittied his estate I scarce can hold to think how he did weep And make complaint of his unhappy fate Yet went I on to see what Dames they were That did the silly soul in pieces tear Upon his heart his tender heart I saw Love like a Prince sit in a Chair of State Under her feet lay all his thoughts in awe Not daring once their case for to debate The reason was reason it self was fled And scarce did hold a corner of the head Upon this head did foolish fancy sit Devising toyes his Mistris mind to move I never saw the like conceits of wit As thence were sent to get his Mistris love And though he sent unto her more and more He never sent the same he sent before On either hand did sit a modest Dame One on the left another on the right One called Hope the other Faith by name Too constant both for love that was but light Yet winged both as if they would aspire Faith with desert and Hope with hot desire Upon his feet two spitefull ones did sit To weigh him down nail him to the ground To clog his hope his faith his love his wit From getting her to whom he would be bound To wit distrust that hindred faith to flye Despair that hindred hope to mount on hye While I stood musing at his wofull case She passed by that puts him to this pain It grieved me to see so sweet a face To bear a hand so armed with disdain And as his faith began to plead desart With her disdain she thrust him through the heart Do I say him I feel my self her hand This very wound doth drive my dream away Well may I dream that others by me stand But when I wake I must the person play Well may I dream this deed by others true But when I wake it can be none but you When he knew not how to please her IF any man an endless maze do tread Where neither in nor out he finds the way If any's fancy be by reason lead To one that doth both dally and delay If any Anchor cast in careless Cost 'T is only I that study to be lost My wit is snar'd within a Serpents head Where there are many turnings to and fro My foolish heart is yet with reason led To think it reason that it should be so And I my self I grant do study most Conceits of wit by which I may be lost What will you have me do what will you not Shal I be yours not so mine own nor so Go I away I have a new love got Stay I what get I but but in faith Sir no Wish I your love you say I wish no reason Touch I you brest you say I offer treason How will you have me to behave me then Not yours and yet but yours I may not be As touching so not touching doth offend Go I or stay I there is fault in me Yet must I still in this or that offend Untill you tell how I may both amend In truth INn truth sometime it was a sweet conceit To think how Truth Love did live together But now in truth there is so much deceit That truth indeed is gone I know not whither Yet liveth truth and hath its secret Love And Love in Truth deserves to be regarded And Love regard in conscience doth approve Approved truth can never be discarded Then try me first and if that true you prove me In truth you wrong me if you do not love me Vpon a Discourtesie CLose up thy lids mine eye thy leaves mine eare Put up thy pipes my tongu thy stripes my heart Head hide thy self wit leave thy fancies dear Hand let thy pen no more it self impart For when eye sees ear hears heart feels disdain How may I speak or write or think but pain Head akes with casting fancies in his mold Hand shakes with setting of these fancies down Hart quaks to think that love shud wax so cold And each part takes my wrong to be his own But yet since you in them do me forsake 'T is I not they that ake that shake that quake My