monuments of louder praise There our delight complying with her fame Shall have occasion to recite thy name Faire Sacharissa and now only fair To sacred friendship wee 'll an Altar rear Such as the Romans did erect of old Where on a Marble pillar shall be told The lovely passion each to other bare With the resemblance of that matchless pare Narcissus to the thing for which hee pin'd Was not more like then yours to her fair mind Save that you grac'd the severall parts of life A spotless Virgin and a faultless wife Such was the sweet converse 'twixt her and you As that she holds with her associates now How false is Hope and how regardless Fate That such a love should have so short a date Lately I saw her sighing part from thee Alas that that the last farewell should be So lookt Astraea her remove design'd On those distressed friends shee left behind Consent in vertue knit your hearts so fast That still the knot in spight of Death does last For as your tears and sorrow-wounded soule Prove well that on your part this bond is whole So all we know of what they doe above Is that they happy are and that they love Let darke oblivion and the hollow grave Content themselves our frailer thoughts to have Well chosen love is never taught to die But with our nobler part invades the skie Then grieve no more that One so heavenly shap'd The crooked hand of trembling Age escap'd Rather since wee beheld her not decay But that shee vanish'd so entire away Her wond'rous beauty and her goodnes merit Wee should suppose that some propitious spirit In that celestiall forme frequented here And is not dead but ceases to appeare To the Queen Mother upon her landing GReat Queen of Europe where thy off-spring wears All the chief Crowns whose Princes are thy heirs As welcome thou to Sea-girt Britains shore As erst Latona who faire Cynthia bore To Delos was here shines a Nymph as bright By thee disclos'd with like increase of light Why was her ioy in Belgia so confin'd Or why did you so much regard the wind Scarce could the Ocean though inrag'd have tost Thy Soveraign Bark but where th' obsequious Coast Payes tribute to thy bed Romes conquering hand More vanquish'd Nations under her command Never reduc'd Glad Berecynthia so Among her deathless progeny did go A wreath of Towres adorn'd her reverend head Mother of all that on Ambrosia fed Thy God-like race must sway the age to come Asshee Olympus peopled with her wombe Would these Commanders of mankind obay Their honour'd Parent all pretences lay Downe at your Royall feete compose their jars And on the growing Turk discharge these wars The Christian Knights that sacred tombe should wrest From Pagan hands and triumph o'r the East There Englands Prince and Gallia's Daulphin might Like young Rinaldo and Tancredo sight In single combate by their swords again The proud Argantes and fierce Soldan slaine Again might wee their glorious deeds recite And with your Thuscan Muse exalt the fight Song Peace babling Muse I dare not sing what you indite Her eyes refuse To read the passion which they write She strikes my Lute but if it sound Threatens to hurle it on the ground And I no less her anger dread Then the poore wretch that faines him dead While some fierce Lion does imbrace His breathless corps and licks his face Wrapt up in silent feare hee lyes Torne all in pieces if hee cryes Of Love ANger in hasty words or blowes It selfe discharges on our foes And sorrow too finds some relief In teares which wait upon our grief So every passion but fond Love Vnto its owne redress does move But that alone the wretch inclines To what prevents his owne designes Makes him lament and sigh and weep Disord'red tremble fawn and creep Postures which render him despis'd Where hee endeavours to bee priz'd For women borne to bee controul'd Stoope to the forward and the bold Affect the haughty and the proud The gay the frolick and the loud Who first the generous steed opprest Not kneeling did salute the beast But with high courage life and force Approching tam'd the unruly horse Vnwisely wee the wiser East Pity supposing them opprest With tyrants force whose law is will By which they governe spoile and kill Each Nymph but moderately faire Commands with no lesse rigour here Should some brave Turk that walks among His twenty Lasses bright and young And beckens to the willing Dame Prefer'd to quench his present flame Behold as many gallants here With modest guise and silent feare All to one femall Idoll bend Whilst her high pride does scarce descend To marke their follies hee would sweare That these her guard of Eun̂uchs were And that a more Majestique Queen Or humbler slaves hee had not seen All this with indignation spoke In vaine I strugled with the yoke Of mighty Love that conqu'ring look When next beheld like lightning strook My blasted soule and made mee bow Lower then those I pityed now So the tall Stag upon the brink Of some smooth streame about to drink Surveying there his armed head With shame remembers that hee fled The scorned dogs resolves to try The combate next but if their cry Invades againe his trembling ear Hee straight resumes his wonted fear Leaves the untasted Spring behinde And wing'd with fear outflyes the winde To the mutable Faire HEre Coelia for thy sake I part With all that grew so neare my heart The passion that I had for thee The faith the love the constancy And that I may successfull prove Transform my self to what you love Foole that I was so much to prize Those simple vertues you despise Foole that with such dull arrowes strove Or hop'd to reach a flying Dove For you that are in motion still Decline our force and mock our skill Who like Don Quixote doe advance Against a windmill our vaine lance Now will I wander through the ayre Mount make a stoope at every Fayre And with a fancy unconfin'd As lawless as the the Sea or wind Pursue you wheresoere you fly And with your various thoughts comply The formall stars doe travell so As wee their names and courses know And hee that on their changes looks Would think them govern'd by our books But never were the clouds reduc'd To any art the motion us'd By those free vapours are so light So frequent that the conquer'd sight Despaires to find the rules that guide Those guilded shadows as they slide And therefore of the spacious ayre Joves royall Consort had the care And by that power did once escape Declining bold Ixion's rape Shee with her own resemblance grac'd A shining cloud which hee imbrac'd Such was that Image so it smil'd With seeming kindness which beguil'd Your Thirsis lately when hee thought Hee had his fleeting Coelia caught 'T was shap'd like her but for the Fayr Hee fill'd his arms with yeelding ayr A fate for which he grieves the less
chance and not the care But sport of heaven which takes delight To looke upon this Parthian fight Of Love still flying or in chase Never incountring face to face No more to Love wee 'l sacrifice But to the best of Deities And let our hearts which Love disjoyn'd By his kind Mother bee combin'd Song VVHile I listen to thy voyce Chloris I feele my life decay That powerfull noyse Calls my fleeting soule away Oh suppress that magick sound Which destroyes without a wound Peace Chloris peace or singing dye That together you and I To heav'n may goe For all wee know Of what the blessed doe above It that they sing and that they love Song Stay Phoebus stay The world to which you fly so fast Conveying day From us to them can pay your hast With no such object nor salute your Rise With no such wonders as de Mornay's eyes Well does this prove The errour of those antique bookes Which made you move About the world her charming lookes Would fix your beames and make it ever day Did not the rowling earth snatch her away To Amoret A Moret the milky way Fram'd of many nameless stars The smooth stream where none can say Hee this drop to that prefers Amoret my lovely so Tell me where thy strength doth ly Where the power that charms us so In thy soul or in thy ey By that snowy neck alone Or thy grace in motion seen No such wonders could be done Yet thy wast is streight and clean As Cupids shaft or Hermes rod And powerfull too as either God To my Lord of Falkland BRave Holland leads and with him Falkland goes Who hears this told and does not straight suppose We send the Graces and the Muses forth To civilize and to instruct the North Not that these ornaments make swords less sharp Apollo wears as well his Bow as Harp And though he be the Patron of that Spring Where in calm Peace the sacred Virgins sing He courage had to guard th'invaded throne Of Jove and cast th' ambitious Giants down Ah! noble Friend with what impatience all That know thy worth and know how prodigall Of thy great Soul thou art longing to twist Bayes with that Ivy which so early kist Thy youthfull Temples with what horrour wee Think on the blind events of war and thee To Fate exposing that all-knowing brest Among the throng as cheaply as the rest Where Oaks and brambles if the Copse be burn'd Confounded lie to the same ashes turn'd Some happy wind over the Ocean blow This tempest yet which frights our Island so Guarded with ships and all the Sea our own From heaven this mischief on our heads is thrown In a late Dream the Genius of this Land Amaz'd I saw like the fair Hebrew stand When first she felt the twins begin to jar And found her womb the seat of civill war Inclin'd to whose relief and with presage Of better fortune for the present Age Heaven sends quoth I this discord for our good To warm perhaps but not to waste our blood To raise our drooping spirits grown the scorn Of our proud Neighbours who ere long shall mourn Though now they joy in our expected harms Wee had occasion to resume our Arms A Lion so with self-provoking smart His rebell tail scourging his nobler part Calls up his courage then begins to roare And charge his foes who thought him mad before Of a Lady who writ in praise of Mira. VVHile she pretends to make the graces known Of matchless Mira she reveals her own And when she would anothers praise indite Is by her glass instructed how to write To one married to an old man SInce thou wouldst needs bewitch'd with some ill charms Be buried in those monumentall arms All wee can wish is May that earth lie light Upon thy tender limbs and so Good night For the Drinking of Healths LEt Brutes and Vegetals that cannot thinke So far as drought and Nature urges drinke A more indulgent Mistris guides our sprights Reason that dares beyond our appetites Shee would our care as well as thirst redress And with Divinity rewards excess Deserted Ariadne thus supplide Did perjur'd Theseus cruelty deride Bacchus imbrac'd from her exalted thought Banish'd the man her passion and his fault Bacchus and Phoebus are by Jove alli'd And each by others timely heat suppli'd All that the Grapes owe to his ripening fires Is paid in numbers which their joyce inspires Wine fills the veines and Healths are understood To give our friends a title to our blood Who naming me doth warm his courage so Shews for my sake what his bold hand would do To Flavia. Song 'T Is not your Beauty can ingage My wary Heart The Sun in all his Pride and Rage Has not that Art And yet he shines as bright as you If brightness could our Soules subdue 'T is not the pretty things you say Or those you write Which can make Thirsis heart your Prey For that delight The graces of a well taught minde In some of our own Sex we finde No Flavia 't is your Love I fear Loves surest Darts Those which so seldome fail him are Headed with Hearts Their very shadow makes us yield Dissemble well and win the Field Of my Lady Isabella playing on the Lute SUch moving sounds from such a careless touch So unconcern'd her selfe and we so much What Art is this that with so little pains Transports us thus and o'r the spirit raigns The trembling strings about her fingers croud And tell their joy for every kiss aloud Small force there needs to make them tremble so Touch'd by that hand who would not tremble too Here Love takes stand and while she charms the eare Empties his Quiver on the listning Deere Musick so softens and disarms the mind That not an Arrow does resistance find Thus the faire Tyrant celebrates the prize And acts her self the triumph of her eyes So Nero once with Harp in hand survey'd His flaming Rome and as it burn'd he play'd The fall SEe how the willing earth gave way To take th' impression where shee lay See how the mould as loath to leave So sweete a burden still does cleave Close to th'Nymphs stain'd garment here The comming Spring would first appeare And all this place with roses strow If busie feet would let them grow Here Venus smil'd to see blind Chance It selfe before her Son advance And a faire Image to present Of what the Boy so long had meant 'T was such a chance as this made all The world into this order fall Thus the first Lovers on the clay Of which they were composed lay So in their prime with equall grace Met the first Patterns of our Race Then blush not Faire or on him frown Or wonder how you both came down But touch him and hee 'l tremble straight How could he then support your waight How could the Youth alas but bend When his whole heaven upon him lean'd If ought by him amiss were done 'T was
that he let you rise so soone Of Silvia OUr sighes are heard just Heaven declares The sense it has of Lovers cares She that so far the rest out-shin'd Silvia the faire while she was kind As if her frowns impair'd her brow Seems onely not unhandsome now So when the skie makes us endure A storme it selfe becomes obscure Hence 't is that I conceale my flame Hiding from Flavia's selfe her name Lest she provoking Heaven should prove How it rewards neglected Love Betrer a thousand such as I Their griefe untold should pine and die Then her bright Morning overcast With sullen clouds should be defac'd The Bud. LAtely on yonder swelling Bush Big with many a coming Rose This early Bud began to blush And did but halfe it selfe disclose I pluck'd it though no better grown Yet now you see how full 't is blown Still as I did the leaves inspire With such a purple light they shone As if they had been made of fire And spreading so would flame anon All that was meant by Aire or Sun To the young Flower my breath has done If our loose breath so much can doe What may the same in formes of Love Of purest Love and Musick too When Flavia it aspires to move When that which lifeless Buds persuades To wax more soft her youth invades To a Lady singing a Song of his composing CHloris your selfe you so excell When you vouchsafe to breath my thought That like a Spirit with this spell Of my own teaching I am caught That Eagles fate and mine are one Which on the shaft that made him die Espi'd a feather of his own Wherewith hee wont to soare so high Had Echo with so sweet a grace Narcissus loud complaints return'd Not for reflection of his face But of his voyce the Boy had mourn'd At the Marriage of the Dwarfes THe Signe or Chance makes others wive But Nature did this Match contrive Eve might as well have Adam fled As she deni'd her little Bed To him for whom Heav'n seem'd to frame And measure out this onely Dame Thrice happy is that humble Paire Beneath the levell of all Care Over whose heads those Arrows fly Of sad Distrust and Jealousie Secured in as high extream As if the World held none but them To him the fairest Nymphs doe show Like moving Mountains topt with Snow And every man a Polypheme Does to his Galatea seeme None may presume her faith to prove He profers Death that profers Love Ah Chloris that kind Nature thus From all the World had sever'd us Creating for our selves us two As Love has me for onely you Vpon Ben Iohnson MIrrour of Poets Mirrour of our Age Which her whole face beholding on thy Stage Pleas'd and displeas'd with her own faults indures A remedy like those whom Musick cures Thou hast alone those various inclinations Which Nature gives to Ages Sexes Nations Hast tracked with thy all-resembling Pen What ever Custome has impos'd on Men Or ill-got Habits which distorts them so That scarce one Brother can the brother know Is representing to the wondring eyes Of all that see or read thy Comedies Who ever in those Glasses look may find The spots return'd or graces of the mind And by the helpe of so divine an Art At leisure view and dress his nobler Part. Narcissus cous'ned by that flattering Well And nothing could but of his beauty tell Had here discovering the deform'd estate Of his fond mind preserv'd himselfe with hate But Vertue too aswell as Vice is clad In flesh and blood so well that Plato had Beheld what his high fancie once embrac'd Vertue with colours speech and motion grac'd The sundry Postures of thy copious Muse Who would express a thousand Tongues must use Whose Fate 's no less peculiar then thy Art For as thou couldst all Characters impart So none can render thine who still escapes Like Proteus in variety of shapes Who was nor this nor that but all we find And all we can imagine in mankind To Master George Sands on his Translation of some part of the Bible HOw bold a work attempts that Pen Which would enrich our vulgar tongue With the high raptures of those men Who here with the same Spirit sung Wherewith they now assist the Quire Of Angels who their Songs admire What ever those inspired Soules Were urged to express did shake The aged Deepe and both the Poles Their num'rous thunder could awake Dull Earth which does with Heaven consent To all they wrote and all they meant Say sacred Bard what could bestow Courage on thee to soare so high Tell me brave Friend what help'd thee so To shake off all Mortalitie To light this Torch thou hast climb'd higher Then he who stole Coelestiall fier Chloris and Hilas Chl. HIlas ô Hilas why sit we mute Now that each Bird saluteth the Spring Winde up the slack'ned strings of thy Lute Never canst thou want matter to sing For Love thy breast does fill with such a site That whatsoe'r is faire moves thy desire Hil. Sweetest you know the sweetest of things Of various flowers the Bees doe compose Yet no particular tast it brings Of Violet Woodbine Pink or Rose So Love the resultance is of all our Graces Which flow from a thousand severall faces Chl. Hilas the Birds which chaunt it in this Grove Could we but know the language they use They would instruct us better in Love And reprehend thy inconstant Muse For Love their brests does fill with such a fire That what they once do choose bounds their desire Hil. Chloris this change the Birds doe approve Which the warm Season hither does bring Time from your selfe does further remove You then the Winter from the gay Spring Shee that like Lightning shin'd while her face lasted The Oak now resembles which Lightning has blasted Vnder a Ladies Picture SUch Helen was and who can blame the Boy That in so bright a flame consum'd his Troy But had like Vertue shin'd in that faire Greek The amorous Shepheard had not dar'd to seek Or hope for pity but with silent moane And better fate had perished alone In answer of Sir John Sucklins Verses Con. STay here fond Youth and ask no more be wise Knowing too much long since lost Paradise Pro. And by your knowledge we should be bereft Of all that Paradise which yet is lost Con. The vertuous joyes thou hast thou wouldst should stil Last in their pride and wouldst not take it ill If rudely from sweet Dreams and for a toy Thou wert awak'd he wakes himselfe that does enjoy Pro. How can the joy or hope which you allow Be stiled vertuous and the end not so Talke in your sleep and shadows still admire 'T is true he wakes that feeles this reall fire But to sleep better for who ere drinks deep Of this Nepenthe rocks himselfe asleep Con. Fruition adds no new wealth but destroyes And while it pleaseth much yet still it cloyes Who thinkes he shall be happier made for that
As reasonably might hope he might grow fat By eating to a Surfeit this once past â—hat relishes even kisses lose their tast Pro. Blessings may be repeated while they cloy But shall we starve ' cause Surfeitings destroy And if fruition did the taste impaire Of kisses why should yonder happy Paire Where joyes just Hymen warrants all the night Consume the day too in this less delight Con. Urge not 't is necessary alas we know The homeliest thing that Man-kind does is so The World is of a large extent we see And must be peopled Children there must bee So must Bread too but since there are enough Borne to that drudgery what need we plough Pro. I need not plough since what the stooping Hine Gets of my pregnant Land must all be mine But in this nobler Tillage 't is not so For when Anchises did faire Venus know What intrest had poore Vulcan in the Boy Great-soul'd Aeneas or the present joy Con. Women enjoy'd what ere tofore they have been Are like Romances read or Scenes once seen Fruition dulls or spoyles the Play much more Then if one read or knew the Plot before Pro. Playes and Romances read and seen doe fall 〈◊〉 Opinions yet not seen at all Whom would they please to an Heroick tale Would you not listen lest it should grow stale Con. 'T is Expectation makes a Blessing deare Heaven were not Heaven if we knew what it were Pro. If 't were not Heaven if we knew what it were 'T would not be Heaven to them that now are there Con. As in prospects we are there pleased most Where something keeps the eie from being lost And leaves roome to guess so here restraint Holds up delight that with excess would faint Pro. Restraint preserves the pleasure we have got But he ne'r has it that enjoyes it not In goodly prospects who contracts the space Or takes not all the bounty of the place We wish remov'd what standeth in our light And Nature blame for limiting our sight Where you stand wisely winking that the view Of the faire prospect may be alwaies new Con. They who know all the wealth they have are poore Hee 's onely Rich that cannot tell his store Pro. Not he that knows the wealth he has is poore But he that dares not touch nor use his store To A. H. of the different success of their Loves THrice-happy Paire of whom we cannot know Which first began to love or loves most now Faire course of Passion where two Lovers start And run together heart still yoakt in heart Succesfull Youth whom Love has taught the way To be victorious in thy first Essay Sure Love 's an Art best practised at first And where th'experienc'd still prosper worst I with different Fate pursu'd in vain The haughty Coelia till my just disdain Of her neglect above that Passion born Did pride to pride oppose and scorn to scorn Now shee rolents but all too late to move A Heart diverted to a nobler Love The Scales are turn'd her Kingdome weighs no more Now then my vowes and service did before So in some well-wrought Hangings you may see How Hector leads and how the Grecians flee Here the fierce Mars his courage so inspires That with bold hands the Argive Flee the fires But there from Heav'n the blew ey'd Virgin falls And frighted Troy retires within her walls They that are foremost in that bloody place Turn head anon and gives the Conquerours chace So like the Chances are of Love and Warre That they alone in this distinguish'd are In Love the Victors from the vanquish'd slie They slie that wound and they pursue that die An Apologie for having loved before THey that never had the use Of the Grapes surprizing joyce To the first delicious cup All their reason render up Neither doe nor care to know Whether it be the best or no. So they that are to Love enclin'd Sway'd by Chance not choyce or art To the first that 's faire or kind Make a present of their heart 'T is not she that first we love But whom dying we approve To Man that was i' th' Evening made Stars gave the first delight Admiring in the gloomy shade Those little drops of light Then at Aurora whose faire hand Remov'd him from the skies Heegazing towards the East did stand Shee entertain'd his eies But when the bright Sun did appeare All those he'gan despise His wonder was determin'd there Hee could no higher rise Hee neither might or wish'd to know A more refulgent light For that as mine your Beauties now Imploy his utmost sight Palamede to Zelinde Ariana lib. 6. FAirest piece of well form'd earth Vrge not thus your haughty Birth The power which you have ore us lyes Not in your Race but in your eyes None but a Prince alas that voyce Confines you to a narrow choyce Should you no honey vow to tast But what the Master Bees have plac't â—n compass of their Cells how smal A portion to your share would fall Nor all appeare among those few Worthy the stock from whence they grew The sap which at the root is bred In Trees through all the boughs is spred But Vertues which in Parents shine Make not like Progress through the Line 'T is not from whom but where wee live The place does oft those Graces give Great Iulius on the Mountaines bred A flock perhaps or herd had led Hee that the world subdu'd had been But the best Wrestler on the Green 'T is art and Knowledge which draw forth The hidden seeds of native worth They blow those sparks and make them rise Into such flames as touch the Skies To the old Hero's hence was given A Pedegree which reach'd to Heaven Of mortall Seed they were not held Which other Mortalls so excell'd And Beauty too in such excess As yours Zelinde claymes no less Smile but on me and you shall scorn Henceforth to be of Princes born I can describe the shady Grove Where your lov'd Mother slept with Jove And yet excuse the faultless Dame Caught with her Spouses shape and name Thy matchless forme will credit bring To all the wonders I shall sing Loves Farewell I Reading the path to Nobler ends A long farewell to Love I gave â—esolv'd my Country and my Friends â—ll that remain'd of me should have â—nd this Resolve no mortall Dame None but those eyes could have o'rthrowne The Nymph I dare nor need not name â—o high so like her selfe alone Thus the Oak which now aspires Above the feares of private fires Grown and design'd for nobler use Not to make warm but build the house Though from our meaner flames secure Must that which falls from heaven indure To Chloris CHloris what eminent wee know Must for some cause be valued so Things without use though they be good Are not by us so understood The early Rose made to display Her bushes to the youthfull May Doth yeeld her sweets since he is faire And courts her with a
POEMS c. WRITTEN BY Mr. ED. WALLER of Beckonsfield Esquire Lately a Member of the Honourable House of Commons And Printed by a Copy of his own hand-writing All the Lyrick Poems in this Booke were set by Mr. HENRY LAVVES Gent. of the Kings Chappell and one of his Majesties Private Musick Printed and Published according to Order LONDON Printed by I. N. for Hu. Mosley at the Princes Armes in Pauls Church-yard 1645. To my Lady MADAM YOur Commands for the gathering of these sticks into a Paggot had sooner been obeyed but intending to present you with my whole Vintage I staiâ—d till the latest Grapes were ripe for here â—our Ladiship hath not onely all I have done but all I ever mean to doe in this kind Not but that I may defend the attempt I have made upon Poetrie by the examples not to â—rouble you with Historie of many wise and â—orthie persons of our own times as Sr. Phiâ—ip Sidney Sir Fra. Bacon Cardinall Perâ—on the ablest of his Countrie-men and the â—ormer Pope who they say instead of the triple Crown wore sometimes the Poets Ivie as an ornament perhaps of lesser weight and trouble But Madam these Nightingales sung onely in the Spring it was the diversion of their youth As Ladies learn to sing and play when they are Children what they forget when they are women The resemblance holds further for as you quit the Lute the sooner because the posture is suspected to draw the body awry so this is not alwayes practised without some villany to the mind wresting it from present occasions and accustoming us to a Still somewhat removed from common use But that you may not think his case deplorable who had made verses we are told that Tully the greatest wit among the Romans was once sick of this disease and yet recovered so well that of almost as bad a Poet as your Servant he became the most perfect Oratour in the world So that not so much to have made verses as not to give over in time leaves a man without excuse the former presenting us with an opportunity at least of doing wisely that is to conceale those we have made which I shall yet doe if my humble request may be of as much force with your Ladiship as your Commands have been with me Madam I onely whisper these in your ears if you publish them they are your own and therefore as you apprehend the reproach of a Wit and a Poet cast them into the fire or if they come where green boughs are in the Chimney with the help of your faire friends for thus bound it will be to hard a taske for your haÌ„ds alone to tearethem in pieces wherein you shall honour me with the fate of Orpheus for so his Poems whereof we onely heare the forme not his limbs as the storie will have it I suppose were scattered by the Thracian Dames Here Madam I might take an opportunitie to Celebrate your vertues and to instruct you how unhâppie you are in that you know not who you are How much you excell the most excellent of your own And how much you amaze the least inclined to wonder of our Sex But as they will be apt to take your Ladiship for a Roman name So would they believe that I indeavoured the Character of a perfect Nimph worshipt an Image of my own making and Dedicated this to the Ladie of the brain not of the heart of your Ladiships most humble servant E. W. An advertisement to the Reader REader This parcell of exquisit poems have pass'd up and downe through many hands amongst persons of the best quallity in loose imperfect Manuscripts and there is lately obtruded to the world an adulterate Copy surruptitiously and illegally imprinted to the derogation of the Author and the abuse of the Buyer But in this booke they apeare in their pure originalls and true genuine colours In so much that they feare not as young Eaglets use to be tryed whither they are spurious or of a right extraction to look upon the Sun in the Meridian in regard Apollo himselfe the grand Patron of Poets seemd not only to cast many favourable aspects but by his more then ordinary influence to cooperate in their production as will appeare to the intelligent and cleare-sighted Reader by that constant veine of gold the minerall which that planet ownes more then any other which runnes through every one of them Thus they go abroad unsophisticated and like the present condition of the Author himselfe they are expos'd to the wide world to travell and try their fortunes And I beleeve there is no gentle soule that pretends any thing to knowledge and the choycest sort of invention but will give them entertainment and wellcome POEMS Of the danger his Majestie being Prince escaped at the rode at St. Andere NOw had his Highnes bid farewell to Spaine And reach't the sphere of his owne power the Main With Brittish bounty in his ship hee feasts Th' Hesperian Princes his amazed ghuests To finde that watry wildernes exceed The entertainments of their great Madrid Healths to both Kings attended with the rore Of Canons echo'd from th' affrighted shore With loud resemblance of his Thunder prove â—acchus the seed of cloud compelling Jove While to his harp divine Arion sings The loves and conquests of our Albion Kings Of the fourth Edward was his noble song Fierce goodly valiant beautifull and young He rent the Crowne from vanquisht Henry's head Rais'd the white Rose and trampled on the red Till love triumphing ore the victors pride Brought Mars and Warwick to the conquer'd side Neglected Warwick whose bold hand like Fate Gives and resumes the scepter of our State Woes for his Maister and with double shame Himselfe deluded mocks the Princely Dame The Lady Bona whom iust anger burnes And forein warre with civill rage returnes Ah spare your swords where beauty is to blame Love gave th' affront and must repaire the same When FraÌ„ce shal boast of her whose coÌ„quering eyeâ— Have made the best of English hearts their prize Have power to alter the decree of fate And change againe the Counsells of our State What the Prophetick Muse intends alone To him that feeles the secret wound is knowne With the sweete sound of this harmonious lay About the Keele delighted Dolphins play Too sure a signe of seas ensuing rage Which must anon this Royall troup ingage To whom soft sleepe seemes more secure and sweete Within the Towne commanded by our fleete These mighty Peeres plac'd in the guilded Barge Proud with the burden of so brave a charge With painted Oares the youth begin to sweep Neptunes smooth face and cleave the yeilding deep Which soone becomes the seate of sudden warre Betwixt the winde and tide that fiercely jarre As when a sort of lusty shepheards try â—heir force at footeball care of victory Makes them salute so rudely brest to brest That their encounters seeme too rough for jest They ply their feete
his course concern'd What may hereafter her meridian doe Whose dawning beauty warm'd his bosome so Not so divine a flame since deathlesse Gods Forbore to visit the defil'd abodes Of men in any mortall brest did burn Nor shall till Piety and they return The Apology of Sleep for not approching the Lady who can doe any thing but sleepe when she pleaseth MY charge it is those breaches to repaire Which nature takes from sorrow toil and care Rest to the limbs and quiet I confer On troubled minds but nought can add to her Whom heaven her transcēdent thoughts have plac't Above those ills which wretched mortalls taste Bright as the deathles gods and happy she From all that may infringe delight is free Love at her royall feet his quiver layes And not his mother with more haste obeyes Such reall pleasures such true ioyes suspence What dreame can I present to recompense Should I with lightning fill her awfull hands And make the Clouds seem all at her commands Or place her in Olympus top a guest Among th' immortalls who with Nectar feast That power would seem that entertainement short Of the true splendor of her present Court Where all the ioyes and all the glories are Of three great Kingdomes sever'd from the care I that of fumes and humid vapours made Ascending to the seat of sense invade No cloud in so serene a mansion finde To overcast her ever shining minde Which holds resemblance with those spotles skies Where flowing Nilus want of rain supplyes That Crystall heaven where Phoebus never shrowds His golden beames nor wrapps his face in clouds But what 's so hard which numbers cannot force So stoops the Moone and rivers change their course The bold Meonian made mee dare to steep Joves dreadfull tempies in the dew of sleep And since the Muses doe invoke my power I shall no more decline that sacred bower Where Gloriana their great mistris lyes But gently taming those victorious eyes Charm all her senses till the ioyfull Sun Without a Rivall halfe his course has run Who while my hand that fairer light confines May boast himselfe the brightest thing that shines The Country to my Lady of Carlisle Madam OF all the sacred Muse inspir'd Orpheus alone could with the woods comply Their rude inhabitants his song admir'd And natures selfe in those that could not lye Your beauty next our solitude invades And warmes us shining through the thickest shades Nor ought the tribute which the wondring Court Payes your faire eyes prevaile with you to scorne The answer and consent to the report Which Echo-like the Country doth returne Mirrors are taught to flatter but our springs Present th' impartiall images of things A rurall Judge dispos'd of beauties prize A simple shepherd was prefer'd to Jove Downe to the Mountaines from the partiall skyes Came Juno Pallas and the Queen of Love To pleade for that which was so iustly given To the bright Carlisle of the Court of heaven Carlisle a name which all our woods are taught Loud as his Amaryllis to resound Carlisle a name which on the barke is wrought Of every tree that 's worthy of the wound From Phoebus rage our shadowes and our streames May guard us better then from Carlisles beames The Countesse of Carlisle in mourning WHen from black clouds no part of sky is clear But just so much as letts the Sun apear Heaven then would seeme thy image and reflect Those sable vestments and that bright aspect A sparke of vertue by the deepest shade Of sad adversity is fairer made Nor lesse advantage doth thy beauty get A Venus rising from a sea of jet Such was th' appearance of new formed light While yet it strugled with eternall night Then mourn no more lest thou admit increase Of glory by thy noble Lords decease We finde not that the laughter-loving dame Mourn'd for Anchises t' was enough she came To grace the mortall with her deathles bed And that his living eyes such beauty fed Had shee bin there untimely joy through all Mens hearts difus'd had marr'd the funerall Those eyes were made to banish greife as well Bright Phoebus might affect in shades to dwell As they to put on sorrow nothing stands But power to greive exempt from thy commands If thou lament thou must do so alone Greife in thy presence can lay hold on none Yet still persist the memory to love Of that great Mercury of our mighty Jove Who by the power of his enchaunting tongue Swords from the hands of threatning Monarchs wrūg Warr he prevented or soone made it cease Instructing Princes in the art of peace Such as made Sheb ' as curious Queen resort To the large-hearted Hebrews famous Court Had Homer sat among his wondring ghests Hee might have learn'd at those stupendious feasts With greater bounty and more sacred state The banquets of the gods to celebrate But ô what elocution might hee use What potent charmes that could so soone infuse His absent Masters love into the heart Of Henrietta forcing her to part From her lov'd brother Countrey and the sun And like Camilla ore the waves to run Into his armes while the Parisian dames Mourne for their ravisht glory at her flames No lesse amazed then the amazed stars When the bold charmer of Thessalia wars With heaven it selfe and numbers does repeate Which call descending Cynthia from her seate In Answer to a libell against her c. VVHat fury has provok'd thy wit to dare With Diomed to wound the queen of love Thy Mistris envy or thy owne despaire Not the just Pallas in thy brest did move So blind a rage with such a different fate He honour won where thou hast purchast hate She gave assistance to his Trojan foe Thou that without a rivall thou maist love Dost to the beauty of this Lady owe While after her the gazing world does move Canst thou not bee content to love alone Or is thy Mistris not content with one Hast thou not read of Tagry Arthurs sheild Which but diselos'd amaz'd the weaker eyes Of proudest foe and won the doubtfull field So shall thy rebell with become her prize Should thy Iambicks swell into a book All were confuted with one radiant look Heaven hee oblig'd that plac't her in the skyes Rewarding Phoebus for inspiring so His noble braine likening to those eyes His ioyfull beames But Phoebus is thy so And neither aydes they fancy nor thy sight So ill thou rhim'st against so faire a light On my Lady Dorothy Sidneys Picture SUch was Philocleas such Dorus's flame The matchlesse Sidney that immortall frame Of perfect beauty on two pillars plac't Not his high fancy could one patterne grac't With such extreames of excellence compose Wonders so distant in one face disclose Such chearefull modesty such humble State Moves certaine love but with a doubtfull fate As when beyond our greedy reach we see Inviting fruite on too sublime a tree All the rich flowers through his Arcadia found Amaz'd we see
longer like to be the same Then smile on me and I will prove Wonder is shorter liv'd then Love The story of Phoebus and Daphne applyed c. THirsis a youth of the inspired train Faire Sacharissa lov'd but lov'd in vain Like Phoebus sung the no less amorous boy Like Daphne she as lovely and as coy With numbers he the flying Nymph pursues With numbers such as Phoebus selfe might use Such is the chase when love and fancy leads Ore craggy mountains and through flowry meads Invok'd to testifie the lovers care Or forme some image of his cruell Faire Vrg'd with his fury like a wounded Deer O're these hee fled and now approching neer Had reach'd the Nymph with his harmonious lay Whom all his charmes could not incline to stay Yet what hee sung in his immortall straine Though unsuccesfull was not sung in vaine All but the Nymph that should redress his wrong Attend his passion and approve his song Like Phoebus thus acquiring unsought praise Hee catch'd at love and fill'd his arme with bayse Of Mris. Arden BEhold and listen while the faire Breakes in sweete sounds the willing aire And with her owne breath fans the fire Which her bright eyes doe fixst inspire What reason can that love controule Which more then one way courts the soule So when a flash of lightning falls On our aboads the danger calls For humane ayd which hopes the flame To conquer though from heaven it came But if the winde with that conspire Men strive not but deplore the fire On the discovery of a Ladies Painting PYgmalions fate reverst is mine His marble love tooke flesh and blood All that I worshipt is divine That beauty now 't is understood Appeares to have no more of life Then that whereof hee fram'd his wife As women yet who apprehend Some suddaine cause of causeless feare Although that seeming cause take end And they behold no danger neare A shaking through their limbs they finde Like leaves saluted by the wind â—o though the beauty doe appeare No beauty which amaz'd mee so Yet from my breast I cannot teare The passion which from hence did grow Nor yet out of my phansy rase The print of that supposed face A reall beauty though too neare The fond Narcissus did admire I dote on that which is no where The signe of beauty feedes my fire No mortall flame was ere so cruell As this which thus survives the fuell To a Lady from whom he receiv'd a silver pen. Madam INtending to have try'd The silver favour which you gave In inke the shining point I dy'd And drencht it in the sable wave When griev'd to be so foully stain'd On you it thus to mee complain'd Suppose you had deserv'd to take From her faire hand so faire a boon Yet how deserved I to take So ill a change who ever won Immortall praise for what I wrought Instructed by her noble thought I that expressed her commands To mighty Lords and Princely Dames Alwaies most welcome to their hands Proud that I would record their names Must now be taught an humble stile Some meaner beauty to beguile So I the wronged Pen to please Make it my humble thanks express Vnto your Ladiship in these And now 't is forced to confess That your great selfe did nere indite Nor that to one more noble write On a brede of divers colours woven by foure Ladies TWice twenty slender virgin fingers twine This curious web where all their fancies shine As nature them so they this shade have wrought Soft as their hands and various as their thought Not Juno's bird when his faire traine dispred Hee woes the female to his painted bed No not the Bow which so adornes the skyes So glorious is or boasts so many dyes On the head of a Stag. SO wee some antique Hero's strength Learn by his Launces weight and length As these vast beams express the beast Whose shady brows alive they drest Such game while yet the world was new The mighty Nimrod did pursue What huntsman of our feeble race Or dogs dare such a monster chase Resembling with each blow hee strikes The charge of a whole troope of Pikes O fertile head which every yeare Could such a crop of wonder beare The teeming Earth did never bring â—o soone so hard so huge a thing Which might it never have been cast Each years growth added to the last Those lofty branches had suppli'd The Earths bold sons prodigious pride Heaven with these engines had bin scal'd When Mountains heap'd on Mountains fail'd To a Lady in retirement SEes not my Love how time resumes The glory which he lent these slowres Though none should tast these sweet perfumes Yet must they live but some few houres Time what we forbeare devours Had Helen or th' Aegyptian Queen Been nere so thrifty of their graces Those beauties must at length have been The spoil of age which findes out faces In the most retired places Should some malignant Planet bring A barren drought or ceasless showre Upon the Autumne or the Spring And spare us neither fruit nor flowre Winter would not stay an houre Could the resolve of loves neglect Preserve thee from the violation Of comming years then more respect Were due to so divine a fashion Nor would I indulge my passion The Misers speech in a Mask BAlls of this metall slack'd Atlanta's pace And on the amorous youth bestow'd the race Venus the Nymphs mind measuring by her own Whom the rich spoils of Cities overthrown Had prostrated to Mars could well advise Th' adventurous Lover how to gain the prize Nor less may Jupiter to gold ascribe For when hee turn'd himself into a bribe Who can blame Danac or the brasen towre That they withstood not the almighty showre Never till then did love make Jove put on A forme more bright and noble then his owne Nor were it just would hee resume that shape That slack devotion should his thunder scape 'T was not revenge for griev'd Apollo's wrong Those Asses eares on Mida's temples hung But fond repentance of his happy wish Because his meate grew metall like his dish Would Bacchus blesse me so I 'd constant hold Vnto my wish and dye creating gold To my Lord of Northumberland upon the death of his Lady TO this great losse a sea of teares is due But the whole debt not to bee paid by you Charge not your selfe with all nor render vain Those showres the eyes of us your servants rain Shall griefe contract the largeness of that heart In which nor seare nor anger has a part Vertue would blush if Time should boast which dry's Her sole child dead the tender Mothers eys Your minds reliefe where reason triumphs so Over all passions that they nere could grow Beyond their limits in your noble brest To harme another or impeach your rest This wee observ'd delighting to obey One who did never from his great selfe stray Whose milde example seemed to ingage Th' obsequious seas and teach
gentle ayre Our stars too shew their excellence Not by their light but influence When brighter Comets since still known Fatall to all are lik't by none So your admired beauty still Is by effects made good or ill Madam AS in some climes the warmer Sun Makes it full Summer ere the spring's begun And with ripe fruit the bending boughts can load Before the violets dare looke abroad So measure not by any common use The early love your brighter eyes produce When lately your fair hand in womans weed Wrapt my glad head I wish't me so indeed That hasty time might never make me grow Out of those favours you afford me now That I might ever such indulgence find And you not blush or thinke your self too kind Who now I feare while I these joyes express Begin to thinke how you may make them less The sound of love makes your soft heart affraide And guard it self though but a child invade And innocently at your white breast throw A dart as white a Ball of new faln snow An Epigram On a painted Lady with ill teeth VVEre men so dull they could not see That Lyce painted should they flee Like simple Birds into a Net So grosly woven and ill set Her own teeth would undoe the knot And let all goe that she had got Those teeth faire Lyce must not show If she would bite her Lovers though Like Birds they stoop at seeming grapes Are disabus'd when first she gapes The rotten bones discovered there Show 't is a painted Sepulcher On a Girdle THat which her slender waste confin'd Shall now my joyfull temples bind No Monarch but would give his Crowne His Armes might doe what this has done It is my Heavens extreamest Spheare The pale which held the lovely Deare My joy my griefe my hope my Love Doe all within this Circle move A narrow compas and yet there Dwells all that 's good and all that 's faire Give me but what this Ribban ty'd Take all the sun goes round beside On Mr. Iohn Fletchers playes FLetcher to thee we doe not only owe. All these good playes but those others too Thy wit repeated does support the Stage Credits the last and entertaines this Age No worthies form'd by any Muse but thine Could purchase robes to make themselves so fine What brave Commander is not proud to see Thy brave Melantius in his Gallantrie Our greatest Ladys love to see their scorne Out done by thine in what themselves have worne The Impatient widdow ere the yeare be done Sees thy Aspasia weeping in her gowne I never yet the Tragicke straine assayed Deter'd by that inimitable Maide And when I venture at the Comicke stile Thy scornfull Lady seemes to mocke my toile Thus has thy Muse at once improv'd and marr'd Our sport in playes by rendring it too hard So when a sort of lusty shepheards throwe The barre by turnes and none the rest out goe So farre but that the best are measuring casts There emulation and there pastimes lasts But it some braunie Yeoman of the guard Stepp in and tosse the axeltrie a yard Or more beyond the furthest marke the rest Dispairing stand Their sport is at the best To Chloris uppon a favour receaved CHloris since first our calme of peace Was frighted hence this good we finde Your favours with your feares increase And growing mischiefs make you kinde So the fayre tree which still preserves Her fruit and state whilst no wind blows In stormes from that uprightnesse swerves And the glad earth about her strowes With treasure from her yeilding boughs The Table OF the danger his Majesty being Prince escaped at the rode at St. Andere 1 Of His Majesties receiving of the newes of the Duke of Buckinghams death 11 To the King on His Navy 13 Vpon his Majesties repairing of Pauls 15 To the Queene occasioned upon sight of her Majesties Picture 19 The apologie of sleep for not aproaching the Lady who can doe any thing but sleepe when she pleaseth 23 The country to my lady of Carlile 26 The Countesse of Carlisle in mourning 28 An answer to a libell against her c. 31 On my lady Dorothy Sidneys Picture 33 To Vandike 34 At Pens-Hurst 37 At Pens-Hurst 40 To my Lord of Leicester 42 To my young lady Lucy Sidney 44 Of the lady who can sleep when she pleaseth 45 Of the misreport of her being painted 47 Of her passing through a crowd of people 48 A Song Say lovely dreame 50 A Song Behold the brand of beauty tost 52 To Amoret 53 The story of Phoebus and Daphne aplyed c 57 Of Mistris Arden 59 On the discovery of a ladies painting 60 To a lady from whom he receiv'd a silver pen. 62 On a Brede of divers colours woven by foure Ladies 64 On the head of a Stag. 65 To a lady in retirement 66 The Misers Speech in a Maske 68 To my lord of Northumberland upon the death of his Lady 69 To my lord admirall of his late sicknesse recovery 72 On the frendship betwixt Sacharissa Amoret 76 A la malade 78 Of her Chamber 80 Of loving at first sight 81 The selfe banished 83 Of and to the Queene 84 A Song Goe lovely Rose 89 Thirsis Galatea 90 Fabula Phoebi et Daphnis 94 The battell of the summer Jslands in three Cantos 95 Vpon the death of the Lady Rich. 108 To the Queene Mother upon her lauding 113 A Song Peace babling muse 115 Of Love 116 To the mutable Faire 119 Of the taking of Sally 123 To Mistris Broughton 126 Puerperium 129 To Phillis 131 To Phillis 132 A Song While I listen to thy voyce 135 A Song Stay Phoebus stay 136 To Amoret 137 To my Lora of Falkland 138 On a Lady who writ in praise of Mira. 141 To one Married to an old man 141 For the drinking of Healths 142 To Flavia a Song 143 Of my Lady Isabella playing on a Lute 145 The Fall 146 Of Silvia 148 The Bud 149 To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing 151 At the Marriage of the Dwarfs 152 Upon Ben. Johnson 153 To Mr. George Sands on his Translation of some part of the Bible 156 Chloris and Hilas 157 Under a Ladyes Picture 159 In answer of Sir John Sucklins Verses 160 To A.H. of the different success of their Loves 166 An Apologie for having Loved before 168 Palamede to Zelinde Ariana Lib. 6. 170 Loves Farewell 173 To Chloris 174 Madam As in some climes 175 An Epigram on a painted Lady with ill teeth 176 On a Girdle 177 On Mr. John Fletchers Playes 178 To Cloris upon a Favour received 180 FINIS Mr. WALLERS Speech in Parliament against the Prelates Innovations Mr. Speaker VVEE shall make it appeare the errours of Divines who would that a Monarch can bee absolute and that hee can do all things ad libitum receding not onely from their Text though that bee wandring too but from the way their own profession might teach them Stare super vias