bright For what thou shouldst have said with grief struck dum Will more emphatically besupply'd By the joint Groans of melancholy Christendom TO HIS SACRED MAJESTY King James II. DRead Prince Whom all the world admires and fears By Heav'n design'd to wipe away our tears To heal our wounds and drooping spirits raise And to revive our former Halcyon days Permit us to assure our selves that You Your happy Brothers fortune will pursue For what great thing is that You dare not do Whose long known unexampled Gallantry So ost has shaken th' Earth and curb'd the haughty Sea And may those Stars that ever o'r You shone Double their influence on Your peaceful Throne May You in honourable Deeds out-shine The brightest Heroes of Your Royal Line That when Your Enemies shall the Scepter see Grasp'd in a hand enur'd to Victory The Rebels may like Lucifer fall down Or fly like Phantoms from the rising Sun Extremum Hunc Arethusa mihi concede Laborem Virgil. ODES OF HORACE PARAPHRASED BY THOMAS FLATMAN BOOK II. ODE XIX Being half foxt he praiseth BACCHUS IN a blind corner jolly Bacchus taught The Nymphs and Satyrs Poetry My self a thing scarce to be thought Was at that time a stander by And ever since the whim runs in my head With heavenly frenzy I 'm on fire Dear Bacchus let me not be punished For raving when thou did'st inspire Extatically drunk I now dare sing Thy bigot Thyades and the source Whence thy brisk Wine Hony and Milk did spring Enchanell'd by thy Scepters force Bold as I am I dare yet higher fly And sing bright Ariadne's Crown Rejoyce to see bold Pentheus destiny And grave Lycurgus tumbled down Rivers and Seas thine Empire all obey When thou thy standard do'st advance Wild Mountaineers thy Vassals trim and gay In tune and time stagger and dance Thou when great Jove began to fear his throne In no small danger then he was The mighty Rhoecus thou did'st piss upon And of that Lion mad'st an Ass 'T is true thy Talent is not War but mirth The Fiddle not the Trumpet thine Yet did'st thou bravely lay about thee then Great Moderator God of Wine And when to Hell in triumph thou did'st ride 'Ore Cerberus thou did'st prevail The silly Curr Thee for his Master own'd And like a Puppy wagg'd his tail Book III. ODE VIII To MAECENAS LEarned Maecenas wonder not that I A Batchelor invoke that Deity Which at this Feast the married rout adore And yearly do implore They pray the gods to make their burthen light And that their yoke-fellows may never fight I praise them not for giving me a Wife But saving of my life By heav'n redeem'd I scap'd a falling Tree And yearly own that strange delivery Yearly rejoyce and drink the briskest Wine Not spill it at their shrine Come my Maecenas let us drink and thus Cherish that life those Pow'rs have given us A thousand Cups to Midwife this new birth With inoffensive mirth No State-affairs near my Maecenas come Since all are faln that fought victorious Rome By Civil broils the Medes our foes will fall The weakest to the Wall Our fierce and ancient Enemy of Spain Is now subdu'd and tamely bears our chain The Savage Scythian too begins to yield About to quit the field Bear they the load of Government that can Thou since a private and good natur'd man Enjoy th' advantage of the present Hour For why should'st thou look sour BOOK III. ODE IX HORACE and LYDIA Hor. WHile I was lovely in thine eye And while no soft embrace but mine Encircled thy fair Ivory neck I did the Persian King out-shine Lyd. While Horace was an honest Lad And Chloe less than Lydia lov'd Lydia was then a matchless Lass And in a sphere 'bove Ilia mov'd Hor. But Chloe now has vanquisht me That Lute and Voice who could deny Methinks might I but save her life I could my self even dare to die Lyd. Young Calais is my Gallant He burns me with his flaming Eye To save the pretty villians life ' Twice over I could dare to die Hor. But say I Lydia lov'd agen And would new-braze Loves broken chain Say I should turn my Chloe off And take poor Lydia home again Lyd. Why then though He a fixed Star Thou lighter than a Cork should'st be Mad and unquiet as the Sea Yet would I live and die with thee Book III. ODE XII NO more Love's subjects but his slaves they be That dare not o're a Glass of Wine be free But quit for fear of friends their liberty Fond Neobule thou art lazy grown Away thy Needle Web and Distaff thrown Thou hop'st thy work by Hebrus will be done A sturdy Youth and a rank Rider he Can run a race and box most manfully Swim like a Duck and caper like a Flea He hunts the Stag and all the Forest o're With strength and craft pursues the savage Boar He minds the sport and thou desir'st no more Book III. ODE XVII To AELIUS LAMIA BRave Aelius sprung from an Heroick line Whose Pedigree in long descents do shine That add'st new glories to the Lamian Name And rear'st fresh Trophies to their fame Descended from Prince Lamus whose command Reach from the Formian walls o're Sea and Land Well was he known our Ancestors among Where gentle Lyris slides along Great as thou art time will not thee obey To-morrow's like to be a blustring day Some tempest too is threatned from the East As by th' unlucky Crow I guest 'T is dry to day Now lay thy feuel in ' Ere the unwelcome Season do begin Good Victtuals get and frolick friends together Armour of proof against ill weather Book III. ODE XIX To TELEPHUS 1. THou por'st on Helvicus and studiest in vain How many years past betwixt King Kings reign To make an old woman ev'n twitter for joy At an Eighty eight story or the scuffle at Troy But where the good wine and best fire is When the cruel North wind does blow And the Trees do penance in Snow Where the Poets delight and desire is Thou pitiful Book-worm ne'r troublest thy brain 2. Come Drawer some Claret we 'l drown this new Moon More Candles t' improve this dull night into noon Let the Healths let the House and the Glasses turn round But no Tears except those of the Tankard abound Come here 's a good health to the Muses Three brimmers to the three times three And one to each Grace let there be The tripple skull'd Dog bite him that refuses 3. Let 's be mad as March-hares call the Minstrels and Singers Strike up there kick that Rogue he ha's Chilblains on 's fingers Let that whoreson our neighbour on his bags that lies thinking Bear a part in the storm but not the calm of our drinking Come bring us a Wench or two prithee Thou Telephus look'st pretty fair And hast a good thick head of hair Fetch him Chloe she 's buxom and loves to trade with thee Call Glycera to me for I
Turtle chose his Mate Cupid that mighty Prince then uncontroul'd Now like a little Negro's bought and sold On the Death of Mr. Pelham Humfries Pastoral Song Did you not hear the hideous Grone The Shrieks and heavy Mone That spread themselves o're all the pensive Plain And rent the breast of many a tender Swain 'T was for Amintas Dead and gone Sing ye forsaken Shepherds sing His Praise In careless Melancholy Lays Lend Him a little doleful Breath Poor Amintas cruel death 'T was Thou could'st make Dead words to live Thou that dull Numbers could'st inspire With charming Voice and tuneful Lyre That Life to all but to Thy self could'st give Why could'st Thou not thy wondrous Art bequeath Poor Amintas Cruel Death Sing pious Shepherds while you may Before th' approaches of the Fatal Day For you your selves that sing this mournful Song Alas e're it belong Shall like Amintas Breathless be Though more forgotten in the Grave that He. The Mistake SONG I Heard a young Lover in terrible pain From whence if he pleas'd he might soon be re He swore and he vow'd again and again He could not out live the turmoils of his breast But alas the young Lover I found Knew little how cold Love would prove under ground Why should I believe prithee Love tell me why Where my own Flesh and Bloud must give me the Lye Let 'em rant while they will and their Destinies brave They 'l find their flames vanish on this side the grave For though all addresses on purpose are made To be huddled to bed 't is ' nt meant with a spade The Incredulous SONG I 'le ne're believe for Strephon's sake That Love what e'r its fond pretences be Is not a slave to mutability The Moon and that alike of change partake Tears are weak and cannot bind Vows alas but empty wind The greatest Art that Nature gave To th' Amorous Hypocrite to make him kind Long e're he dies will take its leave Had you but seen as I have done Strephon's tears and heard his mone How pale his Cheek how dim his Eye As if with Chloris he resolv'd to dye And when her spotless Soul was fled Heard his amazing praises of the Dead Yet in a very little time address His flame t' another Shepherdess In a few days giving his Love the Lye You 'd be as great an Infidel as I. Weeping at Parting SONG I. Go gentle Oriana go Thou feest the Gods will have it so Alas Alas 't is much in vain Of their ill usage to complain To curse them when we want relief Lessens our courage not our grief Dear Oriana wipe thine Eye The Time may come that thou and I Shall meet again long long to prove What Vigour absence adds to love Smile Oriana then and let me see That look again which stole my liberty II. But say that Oriana die And that sad moment may be nigh The Gods that for a year can fever If it please them can part us ever They that refresh can make us weep And into Death can lengthen sleep Kind Oriana should I hear The thing I so extremely fear 'T will not be strange if it be said After a while I too am dead Weep Oriana weep for who does know Whether we e'r shall meet again below The Desperate Lover I. O Mighty King of Terrors come Command thy Slave to his long home Great Sanctuary Grave to thee In throngs the miserable flie Encircled in thy srozen arms They bid defiance to their harms Regardless of those pond'rous little things That discompose th' uneasie heads of Kings II. In the cold Earth the Pris'ner lies Ransom'd from all his miseries Himself forgotten he forgets His cruel Creditors and Debts And there in everlasting peace Contentions with their Authors cease A Turf of Grass or Monument of Stone Umpires the petty Competition III. The disappointed Lover there Breaths not a sigh nor sheds a tear With us fond fools he never shares In sad perplexities and cares The Willow near his Tomb that grows Revives his Memory not his Woes Or rain or shine he is advanc'd above Th' affronts of Heaven and stratagems of Love IV. Then mighty King of Terrors come Command thy Slave to his long home And thou my Friend that lov'st me best Seal up these eyes that brake my rest Put out the Lights bespeak my Knell And then eternally farewel 'T is all th' amends our wretched Fates can give That none can force a desperate man to Live The Fatigue A SONG ADieu fond World and all thy Wiles Thy haughty frowns and treacherous smiles They that behold thee with my eyes Thy double dealing will despise From thee false World my deadly Foe Into some Desart let me go Some gloomy melancholy Cave Dark and silent as the Grave Let me withdraw where I may be From thine impertinencies free There when I hear the Turtle grone How sweetly would I make my mone Kind Philomel would teach me there My sorrows pleasantly to bear There could I correspond with none But Heaven and my own breast alone The Resolve SONG I. HAd Phyllis neither Charms nor Graces More than the rest of women wear Levell'd by Fate with common faces Yet Damon could esteem her fair II. Good natur'd Love can soon forgive Those petty injuries of Time And all th' affronts of years impute To her Misfortune not her Crime III. Wedlock puts Love upon the Rack Makes it confess 't is still the same In Icy Age as it appear'd At first when all was lively flame IV. If Hymen's slaves whose ears are boar'd Thus constant by compulsion be Why should not Choice indear us more Than them their hard Necessity V. Phyllis 't is true thy Glass does run But since mine too keeps equal pace My silver hairs may trouble thee As much as me thy ruin'd Face VI. Then let us constant be as Heaven Whose Laws inviolable are Not like those rambling Meteors there That foretel ills and disappear VII So shall a pleasing calm attend Our long uneasie Destiny So shall our Loves and Lives expire From Storms and Tempests ever free LOVE's Bravo SONG WHy should we murmur why repine Phyllis at thy Fate or mine Like Pris'ners why do we those Fetters shake Which neither thou nor I can break There is a better way to baffle Fate If Mortals would but mind it And 't is not hard to find it Who would be happy must be desperate He must despise those Stars that fright Only Fools that dread the night Time and chance he must out-brave He that crouches is their Slave Thus the wise Pagans ill at ease Bravely chastiz'd their surly Deities The Expectation SONG I. WHy did I ever see those glorious eyes My famish'd Soul to Tantalize I hop'd for Heav'n which I had lately seen But ne'r perceiv'd the Gulph between In vain for bliss did my presumptions seek My love so strong I could not hold my tongue My heart so feeble that I durst not speak II. Yet why do I
some believe ' From Boy with greasie fist drink to receive ' But the Cup foul within 's enough to make 'A squeamish creature puke and turn up stomach 27. ' Then Brooms and Napkins and the Flanders Tyle ' These must be had too or the Feast you spoil ' Things little thought on and not very dear ' And yet how much they cost one in a year 28. ' Would'st thou rub Alabaster with hands sable ' Or spread a Diaper Cloth on dirty Table ' More cost more worship Come be a la mode ' Embellish Treat as thou would do an Ode Hor. O learned Sir how greedily I hear This elegant Diatriba of good chear Now by ' all that 's good by all provant you love By sturdy Chine of Beef and mighty Jove I do conjure thy gravity let me see The man that made thee this Discovery For he that sees th' Original ' s more happy Than him that draws by an ill favour'd Copy O bring me to the man I so admire The Flint from whence brake forth these sparks of fire What satisfaction would the Vision bring If sweet the stream much sweeter is the spring The Disappointed Pindarique ODE Stanza I. OFt have I ponder'd in my pensive heart When even from my self I 've stol'n away And heavily consider'd many a day The cause of all my anguish and my smart Sometimes besides a shady grove As dark as were my thoughts as close as was my Love Dejected have I walk'd alone Acquainting scarce my self with my own moan Once I resolv'd undauntedly to hear What 't was my Passions had to say To find the reason of that uproar there And calmly if I could to end the fray No sooner was my resolution known But I was all Confusion Fierce Anger flattering Hope and black Despair Bloody Revenge and most ignoble Fear Now altogether clamorous were My breast a perfect Chaos grown A mass of nameless things together hurl'd Like th' formless Embrio of the unborn world Just as it's rouzing from eternal night Before the great Creator said Let there be Light II. Thrice happy then are beasts said I That underneath these pleasant Coverts lie They only sleep and eat and drink They never meditate nor think Or if they do have not th' unhappy art To vent the overflowings of their heart They without trouble live without disorder die Regardless of Eternity I said I would like them be wise And not perplex my self in vain Nor bite th' uneasie Chain No no said I I will Philosophize And all th' ill natur'd World despise But when I had reflected long And with deliberation thought How few have practis'd what they gravely taught Tho' 't is but folly to complain I judg'd it worth a generous disdain And brave defiance in Pindarique Song ON Mrs. E. MONTAGVEs Blushing in the Cross-Bath A Translation I. A Midst the Nymphs the glory of the flood Thus once the beauteous Aegle stood So sweet a tincture ere the Sun appears The bashful ruddy morning wears Thus through a Crystal wave the Coral glows And such a Blush sits on the Virgin Rose II. Ye envied Waters that with safety may Around her snowy Bosom play Cherish with gentle heat that Noble Brest Which so much Innocence has blest Such Innocence as hitherto ne'r knew What Mischief Venus or her Son could do Then from this hallow'd place Let the profane and wanton Eye withdraw For Virtue clad in Scarlet strikes an aw From the Tribunal of a lovely Face Il Infido I Breath 't is true wretch that I am 't is true But if to live be only not to die If nothing in that bubble Life be gay But all t' a Tear must melt away Let Fools and Stoicks be cajol'd say I Thou that lik'st Ease and Love like me When once the world says farewel both to thee What hast thou more to do Than in disdain to say Thou foolish world Adieu II. There was a time Fool that I was when I Believ'd there might be something here below A seeming Cordial to my drooping Heart That might allay my bitter smart I call'd it Friend but O th' Inconstancy Of humane things I try'd it long It 's Love was fervent and I fanci'd strong But now I plainly see Or 't is withdrawn or else 't was all Hypocrisie III. I saw thy much estranged eyes I saw False Musidore thy formal alter'd Face When thou betray'dst my seeming happiness And coldly took'st my kind Address But know that I will live for in thy place Heaven has provided for me now A constant Friend that dares not break a vow That Friend will I embrace And never more my overweening Love misplace Il Immaturo EPITAPH BRave Youth whose too too hasty Fate His Glories did anticipate Whose active Soul had laid the great design To emulate those Heroes of his Line He shew'd the world how great a Man Might be contracted to a Span How soon our teeming expectations fail How little tears and wishes can prevail Could life hold out with these supplies He 'd liv'd still in his Parents eyes And this cold stone had ne'r said Here he lies ON Mrs. Dove Wife to the Reverend Dr. Henry Dove EPITAPH T Is thus and thus farewel to all Vain Mortals do Perfection call To Beauty Goodness Modesty Sweet temper and true Piety The rest an Angels Pen must tell Long Long beloved Dust farewel Those blessings which we highliest prize Are soonest ravish't from our Eyes Lucretius SEd jam nec Domus accipiet te laeta nec Vxor Optima nec dulces occurrent oscula nati Praeripere tacita pectus dulcedine tangent Paraphrased WHen thou shalt leave this miserable life Farewel thy house farewel thy charming Wife Farewel for ever to thy Souls delight Quite blotted out in everlasting night No more thy pretty darling Babes shall greet thee By thy kind Name nor strive who first shall meet thee Their Kisses with a secret pleasure shall not move thee For who shall say to thy dead Clay I love thee On the Eminent Dr. EDWARD BROWN'S TRAVELS THus from a foreign Clime rich Merchants come And thus unlade their Rarities at home Thus undergo an acceptable toil With Treasures to enrich their native Soil They for themselves for others you unfold A Cargo swoln with Diamonds and Gold With Indefatigable Travels they The trading World the Learned you survey And for renown with great Columbus vie In subterranean Cosmography ON POVERTY I. OPoverty thou great wise man's School Mistris of Arts and scandal to the Fool Heav'ns sacred Badge which th' Heroes heretofore Bright Caravans of Saints and Martyrs wore To th' Host Triumphant valiant Souls are sent From those we call the Ragged Regiment Sure Guide to everlasting Peace above Thou do'st th' impediments remove Th' unnecessary Loads of Wealth and State Which make men swell too big for the strait Gate II. Thou happy Port where we from storms are free And need not fear false world thy Pyracy Hither for
the Third Ode 19. 258 Book the Third Ode 20. 260 Book the Third Ode 21. 261 Book the Third Ode 22. 262 Book the Third Ode 3. 263 Book the Fourth Ode 1. 264 Book the Fourth Ode 10. 266 Book the Fourth Ode 11. 267 Epode the Third 269 Epode the Sixth 270 Epode the Tenth 271 POEMS On the DEATH of the RIGHT HONOURABLE THOMAS EARL of OSSORY Pindarique Ode Stanza i. No more Alas that bitter word No more The Great the Just the Generous the Kind The universal Darling of Mankind The Noble OSSORY is now No more The Mighty Man is fall'n From Glory's lofty Pinacle Meanly like one of Us He fell Not in the hot pursuit of Victory As Gallant Men would chuse to die But tamely like a poor Plebeian from his Bed To the dark Grave a Captive led Emasculating Sighs and Groans around His Friends in Flouds of Sorrow drown'd His awful Truncheon and bright Arms laid by He bow'd his glorious Head to Destiny II. Celestial Powers how unconcern'd you are No black Eclipse or Blazing-Star Presag'd the Death of this Illustrious Man No Deluge no nor Hurricane In her old wonted course Nature went on As if some common thing were done One single Victim to Deaths Altar's come And not in OSSORY an whole Hecatombe Yet when the Founder of Old Rome expir'd When the Pellëan Youth resign'd his Breath And when the great Dictator stoop'd to Death Nature and all her Faculties retir'd Amaz'd she started when amaz'd she saw The breaches of her ancient Fundamental Law Which kept the World in aw For men less brave than Him her very heart did ake The labouring Earth did quake And Trees their fixt Foundations did for sake Nature in some prodigious way Gave notice of their fatal Day Those lesser Griefs with pain she thus exprest This did confound and overwhelm her Breast III. Shrink ye Crown'd Heads that think your selves secure And from your mouldring Thrones look down Your greatness cannot long endure The King of Terrors claims you for his own You are but Tributaries to his dreadful Crown Renown'd Serene Imperial most August Are only high and mighty Epithets for Dust In vain in vain so high Our tow'ring expectations flie While th' Blossoms of our hopes so fresh so gay Appear and promise Fruit then fade away From valiant OSSORY'S ever Loyal Hands What did we not believe We dream'd of yet unconquer'd Lands He to his Prince could give And neighbouring Crowns retrieve Expected that he would in Triumph come Laden with Spoils and Affrick Banners home As if an Hero's years Were as unbounded as our fond Desires IV. Lament Lament you that dare Honour love And court her at a Noble rate Your Prowess to approve That dare religiously upon Her wait And blush not to grow Good when you grow Great Such Mourners suit His Vertue such His State And you brave Souls who for your Countrie 's good Did wond'rous things in Fields and Seas of Bloud Lament th' undaunted Chief that led you on Whose exemplary Courage could inspire The most degenerate Heart with Martial-English Fire Your bleeding wounds who shall hereafter dress With an indulgent tenderness Touch'd with a melting Sympathy Who shall your Wants supply Since He your good Samaritan is gone O Charity thou richest Boon of Heaven To Man in pity given For when well-meaning Mortals give The Poor's and their own Bowels they relseve Thou mak'st us with alacrity to die Miss'd and bewail'd like Thee large-hearted O S. SORT V. Arise ye blest Inhabitants above From your Immortal Seats arise And on our Wonder on our Love Gaze with astonish'd Eyes Arise Arise make room Th' exalted Shade is come See where He cones what Princely Port He bears How God-like He appears His shining Temples round With Wreaths of everlasting Laurels bound As from the bloudy Field of Mons He came Where He out-fought th' Hyperboles of Fame See how the Guardian-Angel of our Isle Receives the Deifi'd Champion with a Smile Welcome the Guardian-Angel says Full of Songs of Joy and Praise Welcome Thou art to me And to these Regions of Serenity Welcome the Winged Choir resounds While with loud Euge's all the Sacred place abounds To the Memory of the Incomparable ORINDA Pindarique Ode Stanza I. ALong Adieu to all that 's bright Noble or brave in Woman-kind To all the Wonders of their Wit And Trophies of their Mind The glowing heat of th' holy fire is gone To th' Altar whence 't was kindled flown There 's nought on earth but Ashes left behind E'r since th' amazing sound was spread Orinda's dead Every soft and fragrant word All that Language could afford Every high and lofty thing That 's wont to set the Soul on wing No longer with this worthless world would stay Thus when the death of the great Pan was told Along the shore the dismal tidings roll'd The lesser Gods their Fanes forsook Confounded with the mighty stroke They could not overlive that fatal day But sigh'd and groan'd their gasping Oracles away II. How rigid are the Laws of Fate And how severe that black Decree No sublunary thing is free But all must enter th' Adamantine Gate Sooner or later must we come To Nature's dark retiring Room And yet 't is pity Is it not The Learned as the Fool should die One full as low as t'other lie Together blended in the general lot Distinguish'd only from the common Croud By an hindg'd Coffin or an Holland Shroud Though Fame and Honour speak them ne'r so loud Alas Orinda even Thou Whose happy Verse made others live And certain Immortality could give Blasted are all thy blooming Glories now The Laurel withers o're thy brow Methinks it should disturb Thee to conceive That when poor I this artless breath resign My dust should have as much of Poetry as Thine III. Too soon we languish with desire Of what we never could enough admire On th' billows of this World sometimes we rise So dangerously high We are to Heaven too nigh When all in rage Grown hoary with one minute's age The very self-same fickle wave Which the entrancing Prospect gave Swoln to a Mountain sinks into a Grave Too happy Mortals if the Powers above As merciful would be And easie to preserve the thing we love As in the giving they are free But they too oft delude our wearied eyes They fix a flaming Sword 'twixt us and Paradise A weeping evening blur's a smiling day Yet why should heads of Gold have feet of clay Why should the man that wav'd th' Almighty wand That led the murmuring Croud By Pillar and by Cloud Shivering a-top of Aery Pisgah stand Only to see but never never tread the Promis'd Land IV. Throw your Swords and Gauntlets by You daring Sons of War You cannot purchase e'r you die One honourable Scar Since that fair hand that guilded all your Bayes That in Heroick numbers wrote your praise That you might safely sleep in Honours Bed It self alas is wither'd cold and dead Cold
is Verse but an effeminate vent Either of Lust or Discontent Colours will starve and all their Glories die Invented only to deceive the eye And he that wily Law does love Much more of Serpent has than Dove There 's nothing in Astrology But Delphick ambiguity We are misguided in the Dark and thus Each Star becomes an Ignis fatuus Yet pardon me ye glorious Lamps of light 'T was one of you that led the way Dispell'd the gloomy night Became a Phosphor to th' Eternal day And shew'd the Magi where the Almighty Infant lay IX At length the doubtful Victo y's won It was a cunning Ambuscade The World for my felicities had laid Yet now at length the day 's our own Now Conquerour-like let us new Laws set down Henceforth let all our Love Seraphick The sprightly and the vigorous slame On th' Altar let it ever burn And sacrifice its ancient name A Tablet on my heart next I 'le prepare Where I would draw the Holy Sepulchre Behind it a soft Landskip I would lay Of melancholy Golgotha On th' Altar let me all my spoils lay down And if I had one there I 'de hang my Laurel Crown Give me the Pandects of the Law Divine Such was the Law made Moses face to shine Thus beyond Saturn's heavy Orb I 'le towre And laugh at his malicious power Raptur'd in Contemplation thus I 'le go Above unactive Earth and leave the Stars below X. Tost on the wings of every wind After these hoverings to and fro And still the waters higher grow Not knowing where a resting place to find Whither for Sanctuary should I go But Reverend Sir to you You that have triumph'd o're th' impetuous flood That Noah-like in bad times durst be good And the stiff Torrent manfully withstood Can save me too One that have long in fear of drowing bin Surrounded by the rolling waves of sin Do you but reach out a propitious hand And charitably take me in I will not yet despair to see dry land 'T is done and I no longer fluctuate I 've made the Church my Ark and Sions Hill my Ararat To my Reverend Friend Dr. SAM WOODFORD On his Excellent Version of the PSALMS Pindarique Ode Stanza I. SEe worthy Friend what I would do whom neither Muse nor Art inspire That have no Friend in all the sacred Quire To shew my kindness for your Book and you Forc'd to disparage what I would admire Bold man that dares attempt Pindarique now Since the great Pindar's greatest Son From the ingrateful Age is gone Cowley has bid th' ingrateful Age adieu Apollo's rare Columbus he Found out new worlds of Poesie He like an Eagle soar'd alost To seize his noble Prey Yet as a Dove 's his Soul was soft Quiet as Night but bright as Day To Heaven in a fiery Chariot he Ascended by Seraphique Poëtry Yet which of us dull Mortals since can find Any inspiring Mantle that He left behind II. His powerful numbers might have done you right He could have spar'd you immortality Under that Chieftain's Banners you might fight Assur'd of Laurels and of Victory Over devouring Time and Sword and Fire And Jove's important Ire My humble Verse would better sing David the Shepherd than the King And yet methinks 't is stately to be one Though of the meaner sort Of them that may approach a Princes Throne If 't were but to be seen at Court Such Sir is my ambition for a Name Which I shall rather take from you than give For in your Book I cannot miss of Fame But by contact shall live Thus on your Chariot Wheel shall I Ride safe and look as big as Aesop's Fly Who from th' Olympian Race new come And now triumphantly flown home To 's neighbours of the swarm thus proudly said Don't you remember what a dust I made III. Where e're the Son of Jesse's Harp shall sound Or Israel's sweetest Songs be sung Like Sampson's Lion sweet and strong You and your happy Muse shall be renown'd To whose kind hand the Son of Jesse owes His last deliverance from all his Foes Bloud thirsty Saul less barbarous than they His person only sought to kill These would his deathless Poëms slay And sought immortal bloud to spill To sing whose Songs in Babylon would be A new Captivity Deposed by these Rebels you alone Restor'd the Glorious David to his Throne Long in disguise the Royal Prophet lay Long from his own thoughts banished Ne're since his death 'till this illustrious day Was Scepter in his hand or Crown plac'd on his Head He seem'd as if at Gath he still had bin As once before proud Achish he appear'd His Face besmear'd With spittle on his sacred Beard A laughing-stock to the insulting Philistine Drest in their Rhimes he look'd as he were mad In Tissue you and Tyrian Purple have him clad On the Death of the truly valiant GEORGE Duke of ALBEMARLE Pindarique Ode Stanza NOw blush thy self into confusion Ridiculous Mortality With indignation to be trampled on By them that court Eternity Whose Generous Deeds and Prosperous State Seem poorly set within the reach of Fate Whose every Trophy and each Laurel wreath Depends upon a little Breath Confin'd within the narrow bounds of Time And of uncertain Age With doubtful hazards they engage Thrown down while victory bids them higher climb Their Glories are eclips'd by Death Hard circumstances of Illustrious Men Whom Nature like the Scythian Prince detains Within the Bodies chains Nature that rigorous Tamberlain Stout Bajazet disdain'd the barbarousrage Of that insulting Conquerour Bravely himself usurp'd his own expiring power By dashing out his Brains against his Iron Cage II. But 't is indecent to complain And wretched Mortals curse their Stars in vain In vain they waste their tears for them that die Themselves involv'd in the same destiny No more with sorrow let it then be said The glorious Albemarle is dead Let what is said of Him triumphant be Words as gay as is His Fame And as manly as his Name Words as ample as his Praise And as verdant as his Bays An Epinicion not an Elegy Yet why should'st thou ambitious Muse believe Thy gloomy Verse can any splendors give Or make him one small Moment longer live Nothing but what is vulgar thou canst say Or misbecoming numbers sing What Tribute to his memory canst thou pay Whose Vertue sav'd a Crown and could oblige a King III. Many a year distressed Albion lay By her unnatural Off-spring torn Once the Worlds terrour then its scorn At home a Prison and abroad a Prey Her valiant Youth her valiant Youth did kills And mutual bloud did spill Usurpers then and many a Mushroom Peer Within her Palaces did domincer There did the Vulture build his Nest There the Owls and Satyrs rest By Zim and Ohim all possest Till England's Angel Guardian Thou With pity and with anger mov'd For Albion thy belov'd Olive Chaplets on thy brow With bloudless hands upheld'st her drooping head And with
thy Trumpets call'st her from the dead Bright Phosphor to the rising Sun That Royal Lamp by Thee did first appear Usher'd into our happy Hemisphere O may it still shine bright and clear No Cloud nor Night approach it but a constant Noon IV. Nor thus did thy undaunted Valour cease Or wither with unactive peace Scarce were our Civil broils allay'd While yet the wound of an intestine War Had left a tender Scar When of our new Prosperities afraid Our jealous Neighbours fatal Arms prepare In floating Groves the Enemy drew near Loud did the Belgian Lion roar Upon our Coasts th' Armada did appear And boldly durst attempt our Native Shore Till his victorious Squadrons check'd their pride And did in Triumph o're the Ocean ride With thunder lightning and with clouds of smoke He did their Insolence restrain And gave his dreadful Law to all the Main Whose surly Billows trembled when he spoke And put their willing necks under his Yoke This the stupendious Vanquisher has done Whose high Prerogative it was alone To raise a ruin'd and secure an envy'd Throne V. Then angry Heav'n began to frown From Heav'n a dreadful Pestilence came down On every side did Lamentations rise Baleful sigh and heavy groan All was plaint and all was moan The pious Friend with trembling love Scarce had his latest kindness done In sealing up his dead Friends eyes E're with his own surprizing Fate he strove And wanted one to close his own Death's Iron Scepter bore the sway O're our Imperial Golgotha Yet he with kind though unconcerned eyes Durst stay and see those numerous Tragedies He in the field had seen Death's griesly shape Heard him in Volleys talk aloud Beheld his Grandeur in a glittering Croud And unamaz'd seen him in Cannons gape Ever unterrified his Valour stood Like some tall Rock amidst a Sea of Bloud 'T was Loyalty from Sword and Pest kept him alive The safest Armour and the best Preservative VI. The flaming City next implor'd his Aid And seasonably pray'd His force against the Fire whose Arms the Seas obey'd Wide did th' impetuous torrent spread Then those goodly Fabricks fell Temples themselves promiscuously there Drop'd down and in the common ruine buried were The City turned into one Mongibel The haughty Tyrant shook his curled head His breath with vengeance black his face with fury red Then every cheek grew wan and pale Every heart did yield and fail Nought but thy Presence could its Power suppress Whose stronger light put out the less As London's noble Structures rise Together shall His Memory grow To whom that beautious Town so much does owe. London joynt Favourite with Him Thou wer't As both possess'd a room within one heart So now with thine indulgent Sovereign joyn Respect his great Friends ashes for He wept o're Thine VII Thus did the Duke perform his mighty Stage Thus did that Atlas of our State With his Prodigious Acts amaze the Age While Worlds of wonders on his shoulders fate Full of Glories and of Years He trod his shining and immortal way Whilst Albion compass'd with new flouds of tears Besought his longer stay Prophane that Pen that dares describe thy bliss Or write thine Apotheosis Whom Heaven and thy Prince to pleasure prove Entrusted with their Armies and their Love In other Courts 't is dangerous to deserve Thou didst a kind and grateful Master serve Who to express his Gatitude to Thee Scorn'd those ill-natur'd arts of Policy Happy had Bellisarius bin Whose forward fortune was his sin By many Victories undone He had not liv'd neglected dy'd obscure If for thy Prince those Battels he had won Thy Prince magnificent above his Emperour VIII Among the Gods those Gods that dy'd like Thee As great as theirs and full of Majesty Thy sacred Dust shall sleep secure Thy Monument as long as theirs endure There free from Envy Thou with them Shalt have thy share of Diadem Among their Badges shall be set Thy Garter and thy Coronet Or which is statelier thou shalt have A Mausolaeum in thy Prince's breast There thine embalmed name shall rest That Sanctuary shall thee save From the dishonours of a Regal Grave And every wondrous History Read by incredulous Posterity That writes of him shall honourably mention thee Who by an humble Loyalty hast shown How much sublimer gallantry and renown 'T is to restore than to usurp a Monarch's Crown The Retirement Pindarique Ode made in the time of the Great Sickness 1665. Stanza I. IN the mild close of an hot Summers day When a cool Breeze had fann'd the Air And Heaven's face look'd smooth and fair Lovely as sleeping Infants be That in their slumber smiling lie Dandled on their Mothers Knee You hear no cry No harsh nor inharmonious voice But all is innocence without a noise When every sweet which the Sun 's greedy Ray So lately from us drew Began to trickle down again in dew Weary and faint and full of thought Though for what cause I knew not well What I ali'd I could not tell I sate me down at an ag'd Poplar's root Whose chiding leaves excepted and my breast All the impertinently busi'd-wolrd inclin'd to rest II. I list'ned heedfully around But not a whisper there was found The murmuring Brook hard by As heavy and as dull as I Seem'd drowsily along to creep It ran with undiscovered pace And if a Pebble stop'd the lazy race 'T was but as if it started in its sleep Echo her self that ever lent an ear To any piteous moan Wont to groan with them that groan Echo her self was speechless here Thrice did I sigh Thrice miserably cry Ai me the Nymph ai me would not reply Or churlish or she was asleep for company III. There did I sit and sadly call to mind Far and near all I could find All the Pleasures all the Cares The Jealousies the Fears All the incertainties of thirty years From that most inauspicious hour Which gave me breath To that in which the fair Amira's power First made me wish for Death And yet Amira's not unkind She never gave me angry word Never my mean address abhorr'd Beauteous her face beauteous her mind Yet something dreadful in her eyes I saw Which ever kept my faultring tongue in aw And gave my panting Soul a Law So have I seen a modest Beggar stand Worn out with age and being oft deny'd On his heart he lay'd his hand And though he look'd as if he would have dy'd The needy Wretch no Alms did crave He durst not ask for what he fear'd he should not have IV. I thought on every pensive thing That might my passion strongly move That might the sweetest sadness bring Oft did I think on Death and oft of Love The triumphs of the little God and that same gastly King The gastly King what has he done How his pale Territories spread Strait scantlings now of consecrated ground His swelling Empire cannot bound But every day new Colonies of dead Enhance his Conquests and advance
let me go My anguish with my Soul together came And in my heart burst out the former flame Since which my uncomb'd locks unheeded flow Undrest forlorn I care not how I go Inspir'd with Wine thus Bacchus frolick rout Stagger'd of old and straggled all about Put on put on the happy Ladies say Thy Royal Robes fair Laodamia Alas before Troys Walls my Dear does lie What pleasure can I take in Tyrian die Shall Curls adorn my head an Helmet thine I in bright Tissues thou in Armour shine Rather with studied negligence I 'll be As ill if not disguised worse than thee O Paris rais'd by ruins may'st thou prove As fatal in thy War as in thy Love O that the Grecian Dame had been less fair Or thou less lovely hadst appear'd to Her O Menelaus timely cease to strive With how much blood wilt thou thy loss retrieve From me ye Gods avert your heavy doom And bring my Dear laden with Laurels home But my heart fails me when I think of War The sad reflection costs me many a tear I tremble when I hear the very name Of every place where thou shalt fight for fame Besides th' adventurous Ravisher well knew The safest Arts his Villany to pursue In noble dress he did her heart surprize With gold he dazled her unguarded Eyes He backt his Rape with Ships and armed Men Thus storm'd thus took the beauteous Fortress in Against the power of Love and force of Arms There 's no security in the brightest Charms Hector I fear much do I Hector fear A Man they say experienc'd in War My Dear if thou hast any love for me Of that same Hector prithee mindful be Fly him be sure and every other Foe Lest each of them should prove an Hector too Remember when for fight thou shalt prepare Thy Laodamia charg'd thee Have a care For what wounds thou receiv'st are giv'n to her If by thy valour Troy must ruin'd be May not the ruin leave one Scar on thee Sharer in th' honour from the danger free Let Menelaus fight and force his way Through the false Ravishers Troops t' his Helena Great be his Victory as his Cause is good May he swim to her in his Enemies Blood Thy Case is different may'st thou live to see Dearest no other Combatant but me Ye generous Trojans turn your Swords away From his dear Breast find out a nobler Prey Why should you harmless Laodamia slay My poor good natur'd Man did never know What 't is to fight or how to face a Foe Yet in Loves Field what wonders can he do Great is his Prowess and his Fortune too Let them go fight who know not how to woo Now I must own I fear'd to let thee go My trembling Lips had almost told thee so When from thy Father's house thou didst withdraw Thy fatal stumble at the door I saw I saw it sigh'd and pray'd the sign might be Of thy return a happy Prophecy I cannot but acquaint thee with my fear Be not too brave Remember Have a care And all my dreads will vanish into Air. Among the Grecians some one must be found That first shall set his foot on Trojan ground Unhappy she that shall his loss bewail Grant O ye Gods thy courage then may fail Of all the Ships be thine the very last Thou the last Man that lands there needs no hast To meet a potent and a treacherous Foe Thou 'lt land I fear too soon tho' ne'r so slow At thy Return ply every Sail and Oar And nimbly leap on thy deserted shore All the day long and all the lonely night Black thoughts of thee my anxious Soul affright Darkness to other Womens pleasures kind Augments like Hell the torments of my mind I court e'en Dreams on my forsaken Bed False Joys must serve since all my true are fled What 's that same aiery Phantom so like thee What wailings do I hear what paleness see I wake and hug my self 't is but a Dream The Grecian Altars know I feed their flame The want of hallow'd Wine my tears supply Which make the sacred fire burn bright and high When shall I clasp thee in these Arms of mine These longing Arms and lie dissolv'd in thine When shall I have thee by thy self alone To learn the wondrous Actions thou hast done Which when in rapturous words thou hast begun With many and many a kiss prithee tell on Such interruptions grateful pauses are A Kiss in Story 's but an Halt in War But when I think of Troy of winds and waves I fear the pleasant dream my hope deceives Contrary winds in Port detain thee too In spight of wind and tide why wouldst thou go Thus to thy Country thou wouldst hardly come In spight of wind and tide thou went'st from home To his own City Neptune stops the way Revere the Omen and the Gods obey Return ye furious Grecians homeward fly Your stay is not of Chance but Destiny How can your Arms expect desir'd success That thus contend for an Adulteress But let not me forespeak you no set Sail And Heav'n be friend you with a prosperous gale Ye Trojans with regret methinks I see Your first encounter with your Enemy I see fair Helen put on all her Charms To buckle on her lusty Bridegroom's Arms She gives him Arms and kisses she receives I hate the transports each to other gives She leads him forth and she commands him come Safely victorious and triumphant home And he no doubt will make no nice delay But diligently do what e're she say Now he returns see with what amorous speed She takes the pond'rous Helmet from his head And courts the weary Champion to her Bed We Women too too credulous alas Think what we fear will surely come to pass Yet while before the Leaguer thou dost lie Thy Picture is some pleasure to my Eye That I caress in words most kind and free And lodge it on my Breast as I would Thee There must be something in it more than Art 'T were very Thee could it thy mind impart I kiss the pretty Idol and complain As if like Thee 't would answer me again By thy return by thy dear Self I swear By our Loves Vows which most religious are By thy beloved Head and those gray Hairs Which time may on it Snow in future years I come where e'r thy Fate shall bid Thee go Eternal Partner of thy Weal and Woe So thou but live tho all the Gods say No. Farewel but prethee very careful be Of thy beloved Self I mean of me TO THE Excellent Master of MUSICK SEIGNIOR PIETRO REGGIO On His BOOK of SONGS THo to advance thy Fame full well I know How very little my dull Pen can do Yet with all deference I gladly wait Enthrong'd amongst th' attendants on thy State Thus when Arion by his Friends betray'd Upon his Understanding Dolphin play'd The Scaly People their Resentments show'd By pleas'd Levaltoes on the wondring sloud Great Artist
shall never cease to mourn Thy too untimely cruel destiny Farewel for ever charming Boy And with Thee all the ttansports of my Joy Ye powers above why should I longer live To waste a few uncomfortable years To drown my self in tears For what my sighs and pray'rs can ne'r retrieve A SONG ON Newyears-day before the King Car. 2. Set by Dr. BLOWE 1682 3 My trembling Song awake arise And early tell thy tuneful Tale Tell thy great Master that the Night is gone The feeble Phantoms disappear And now the New Tear's welcom Sun O're spreads the Eastern Skies He smiles on every Hill he smiles on every Vale. His glories fill our Hemisphere Tell him Apollo greets Him well And with his fellow Wanderers agrees To reward all his labours and lengthen his days In spight of the politick follies of Hell And vain contrivance of the destinies Tell Him a Crown of Thorns no more Shall His sacred temples gore For all the rigours of His life are o're Wondrous Prince design'd to show What noble minds can bravely undergo You are our wonder you our love Earth from beneath Heaven from above Call loud for Songs of Triumph and of praise Their voices and their souls they raise IO PAEAN do we sing Long Live Long Live the King Rise mighty Monarch and ascend the Throne 'T is yet once more your own For Lucifer and all his Legions are o'rthrown Son of the Morning first-born Son of Light How wert thou tumbled headlong down Into the dungeons of Eternal night While th' Loyal Stars of the Celestial Quire Surrounded with immortal beams Mingle their unpolluted flames Their just Creator to admire With awful reverence they adore Him Cover their faces and fall down before Him And night and day for ever sing Hosannach Hallelujah to th' Almighty King ON The Kings Return to White-hall after his Summers Progress 1684. SONG Set by Mr. Henry Purcell From those serene and rapturous joys A Country life alone can give Exempt from tumult and from noise Where Kings forget the troubles of their reigns And are almost as happy as their humble Swains By feeling that they live Behold th' indulgent Prince is come To view the Conquests of His mercy shown To the new Proselytes of His mighty Town And men and Angels bid Him welcome Home Not with an Helmet or a glittring Spear Do's He appear He boast no Trophies of a cruel Conqueror Brought back in triumph from a bloudy War But with an Olive branch adorn'd As once the long expected Dove return'd Welcom as soft refreshing show'rs That raise the sickly heads of drooping flow'rs Welcom as early beams of light To the benighted Traveller When he descries bright Phosphorus from afar And all his fears are put to flight Welcome more welcome does He come Than life to Lazarus from his drousie Tomb When in his winding sheet at his new birth The strange surprizing word was said Come forth Nor does the Sun more comfort bring When he turns Winter into Spring Than the blest Advent of a peaceful King Chorus With Trumpets and Shouts we receive the Worlds Wonder And let the Clouds eccho His welcome with thunder Such a Thunder as applauded what mortals had done When they fixt on His Brows His Imperial Crown TO Mr. ISAAC WALTON On his Publication of THEALMA Long had the bright Thealma lain obscure Her beauteous charms that might the world Lay like rough Diamonds in the Mine unknown By all the sons of folly trampled on Till your kind hand unveil'd her lovely face And gave her vigour to exert her rays Happy old man whose worth all mankind knows Except thy self who charitably shows The ready road to Vertue and to Praise The way to many long and happy days The noble art of generous Piety And how to compass an Euthanasie Hence did he learn the skill of living well The bright Thealma was his Oracle Inspir'd Her he knows no anxious cares In near a Century of happy years Easie he lives and easie shall he lie On the soft bosom of Eternity As as long Spencers noble flames shall burn And deep devotion shall attend his urn As long as Chalk hill's venerable name With humble emulation shall enslame Posterity and fill the Rolls of fame Your memory shall ever be secure And long beyond our short-liv'd praise endure As Phydias in Minerva's shield did live And shar'd that immortality he alone could give Pastoral Dialogue CASTARA and PARTHENIA Parthenia MY dear Castara t'other day I heard an ancient Shepherd say Alas for me my time draws nigh And shortly shortly I must die What meant the man for lo apace Torrents of tears ran down his face Castara Poor harmless Maid why wouldst thou know What known must needs create thee woe 'T will cloud the Sunshine of thy days And in thy soul such trouble raise Thou 'lt grieve and tremble and complain And say that all thy beauty 's vain Parthenia Ah me sure 't is some dreadful thing That can so great disorder bring Yet tell me prithee tell me do For 't is some ease the worst to know Castara To die Parthenia is to quit The World and the Suns glorious light To leave our flocks and fields for ever To part and never meet again O never After that cruel hideous hour Thou and I shall sing no more In the cold Earth they will thee lay And what thou dot'st on shall be Clay Parthenia Alas why will they use me so A Virgin that no evil do Castara Roses wither Turtles die Fair and kind as Thou and I. Chorus amb Then since 't is appointed to the dust we must go Let us innocently live and vertuously do Let us love let us sing 't is no matter 't is all one If our Lamps be extinguisht at midnight or noon CASTABELLA Going to Sea SONG Set by Mr. JAMES HART I. HArk hark methinks I hear the Seamen call The boistrous Seamen say Bright Castabella come away The Wind sits fair the Vessels stout and tall Bright Castabella come away For Time and Tide can never stay II. Our mighty Master Neptune calls aloud The Zephyrs gently blow The Tritons cry you are too slow For every Sea-nymph of the glittering Croud Has Garlands ready to throw down When you ascend your watry Throne III. See see she comes she comes and now adieu Let 's bid adieu to shore And to all we fear'd before O Castabella we depend on you On you our better fortunes lay Whose eyes and voice the winds and Seas obey On the Death of my worthy friend Mr. JOHN OLDHAM Pindarique Pastoral Ode Stanza I. UNdoubtedly 't is thy peculiar fate Ah miserable Astragon Thou art condemn'd alone To bear the burthen of a wretched life Still in this howling wilderness to roam Whilst all thy bosom friends unkindly go And leave thee to lament them here below Thy dear Alexis would n't stay Joy of thy life and pleasure of thine eyes Dear Alexis went away With an invincible surprise Th'