th' unruly horse Unwisely we the wiser East Pity supposing them opprest With Tyrants force whose law is will By which they govern spoyl and kill Each Nymph but moderately fair Commands with no less Rigor here Should some brave Turk that walks among His twenty Lasles bright and young And beckens to the willing Dame Preferr'd to quench his present flame Behold as many Gallants here With modest guise and silent fear All to one Female Idol bend Whilest her high pride does scarce descend To mark their follies he would swear That these her guard of Eunuchs were And that a more Majestique Queen Or humbler slaves he had not seen All this with indignation spoke In vain I strugled with the yoke Of mighty love that conquering look When next beheld like lightning strook My blasted soul and made me bow Lower than those I pitied now So the tall Stag upon the brink Of some smooth stream about to drink Surveying there his armed head With shame remembers that he fled The scorned dogs resolves to try The combat next but if their cry Invades again his trembling ear He straight resumes his wonted care Leaves the untasted Spring behind And wing'd with fear out-flies the wind To Phillis PHillis why should we delay Pleasures shorter than the day Could we which we never can Stretch our lives beyond their span Beauty like a shadow flies And our youth before us dies Or would youth and beauty stay Love hath wings and will away Love hath swifter wings than Time Change in love to Heaven does clime Gods that never change their state Vary oft their love and hate Phillis to this truth we owe All the love betwixt us two Let not you and I require What has been our past desire On what Shepherds you have smilâ—d Or what Nymphs I have beguil'd Leave it to the Planets too What we shall hereafter do For the joys we now may prove Take advice of present love To Phillis PHillis 't was love that injur'd you And on that Rock your Thirsis threw Who for proud Caelia could have dy'd Whilst you no less accus'd his pride Fond Love his darts at random throws And nothing springs from what he sows â—rom foes discharg'd as often meet The shining points of Arrows fleet In the wide air creating fire As souls that joyn in one desire Love made the lovely Venus burn In vain and for the cold youth mourn Who the pursuit of churlish Beasts Preferr'd to sleeping on her Brests Love makes so many hearts the prize Of the bright Carliles conquering eyes Which she regards no more than they The tears of lesser beauties weigh So have I seen the lost Clouds pour Into the Sea a useless shower And the vext Sailors curse the rain For which poor Shepherds pray'd in vain Then Phillis since our passions are Govern'd by chance and not the care But sport of Heaven which takes delight To look upon this Parthian flight Of Love still flying or in chase Never incountring face to face No more to love we 'll sacrifice But to the best of Deities And let our hearts which love disjoyn'd By his kind Mother be combin'd SONG WHile I listen to thy voice Chloris I feel my life decay That powerful noise Calls my flitting soul away Oh! suppress that Magick sound Which destroys without a wound Peace Chloris peace or singing die That together you and I To Heaven may go For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is that they sing and that they love SONG STay Phoebus stay The world to which you flie so fast Conveying day From us to them can pay your hast With no such object nor salute your rise With no such wonder as de Mornay's eyes Well do's this prove The error of those antique books Which made you move About the world her charming looks Would fix your beams and make it ever day Did not the rowling Earth snatch her away To Amoret AMoret the milky way Fram'd of many nameless stars The smooth stream where none can say He this drop to that prefers Amoret my lovely foe Tell me where thy strength does lie Where the power that charms us so In thy Soul or in thy eye 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 shafr or Hermas rod And powerful too as either God To my Lord of Falkland BRave Holland leads 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 bears as well his Bow as Harp And though he be the Patron of that Spring Where in calm peace the Sacâ—ed Virgins sing He courage had to guard th'invaded Throne Of Love and cast th' ambitious â—iants down Ah noble Friend with what impatience all That know thy worth and know how prodigal Of thy great Soul thou art longing to twist Bays with that Ivy which so early kist 〈…〉 Thy youthful Temples with what horror we Think on the blind events of war and thee To Fate exposing that all-knowing breast Among the throng as cheaply as the rest Where Oaks and Brambles if the Cops be burnâ—â— 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 feat of Civil War Inclin'd to whose relief and with presage Of better forâ—unâ— for the present age Heav'n sends quoth I this discord for our good To warm perhaps but not to waste our bloud 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 We had occasion to resume our Arms. A Lion so with self provoking smart His rebel tail scourging his Nobler part Calls up his courage then begins to roar And charge his foes who thought him mad before For Drinking of Healths LEt Bruits and Vegetals that cannot think So far as drought and nature urges drink A more indulgent Mistriss guides our sprights Reason that dares beyond our appetites She would our Care as well as Thirst redress And with Divinity rewards excess Deserted Ariadne thus supply'd 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 Iove ally'd And each by others timely heat supply'd All that the Grapes owe to his ripening fires Is paid in numbers which their jucie inspires Wine fills the Veins 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
Prodigy The water consecrate for Sacrisice Appears all black to her amazed eyeâ— The Wine to putrid Bloud converted flows Which from her none not her own sister knows Besides there stood as sacred to her Lord A marble Temple which she much ador'd With snowy Fleeces and fresh Garlands crown'd Hence every night proceeds a dreadful sound Her Husband 's voice invites her to his Tomb And dismal Owls presage the ills to come Besides the Prophesies of Wizards old Increast her terror and her fall forâ—told Scorn'd and deserted to her self she seems And finds Aeneas cruel in her dreams So to mad Pentheus double Thebes appears And Furies howl in his distempered ears Orestes so with like distraction toft Is made to flie his Mothers angry ghost Now grief and fury at their height arrive Death she decreâ—s and thus does it contrive Her grieved Sister with a chearful grace Hope well-dislembled shining in her face She thus deceives Dear Sister let us prove The Cure I have invented for my Love Beyond the Land of Aethiâ—pia lies The place where Atlas does support the Shies Hence came an old Magician that did keep Th' Hesperian Fruit and made the Dragon sleeps Her potent Charms do troubled Souls relieve And where she lists makes calmest minds to grieve The course of Rivers or of Heaven can stop And call Trees down from th' airy Mountains 〈◊〉 Witness ye Gods and thou my deatest part How loth I am to tempt this guilty Art Erect a Pile and on it let us place That Bed where I my ruine did embrace With all the reliques of our impious Guest Arms Spoils and Prâ—sents let the Pilâ— be 〈◊〉 The knowing-woman thus prescribes that we May 〈◊〉 the Man out of our 〈◊〉 Thus speaks the Queen but hides the fatal end For which she doth those sacred 〈◊〉 pretend Nor worse effects of Grief her Sister thought Would 〈…〉 murder wronghs Therefore obeys 〈◊〉 and now 〈◊〉 high The 〈◊〉 Oaks 〈…〉 Hung all with wreaths and 〈◊〉 garlands round So by her Self was her own 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Upon the top the Trojan's Image lies And his sharp Sword where with anon the dies They by the Altar stand while with loose hair The Magick Propheress begins her Prayer On Chao's Eâ—ebus and all the Gods Which in the infernal shades have their abodes She loudly calls besprinkling all the Room With drops suppoâ—'d from Lâ—thes Lake to come She seeks the 〈◊〉 which on the forehead grows Of new-foal'd Colâ—â— and heâ—bs by moon-light mows A Cake of Leaven in her pions hands Holds the devoted Queen and barefoot stands One tender Foot was bare the other 〈◊〉 Her Robe ungiâ—â— invoking every God And every Power if any be above Which takes 〈…〉 Love Now was the tiâ—e when weary Mortals steep Theâ—â— careful Temples in the dew of sleep On Seas on Earth and all that in them dwell A death like quiet and deep silence fell But not on Dido whose untamed mind Refus'd to be by sacred night confin'd A double passion in her breast does move Love and fierce anger for neglected Love Thus she afficts her Soul What shall I do With Fate inverted shall I humbly wooe And some proud Prince in wild Numidiâ— born Pray to accept me and forget my scorn Or shall I with th' ungrateful Trojan go Quit all my State and wait upon my Foe Is not enough by sad experience known The perjur'd Race of false Lâ—oinedon With my Sidoniâ—â—i shall I give them chace Bands hardly forâ—ed from their native place No dye and let this Sword thy fury tame Nought but thy bloud can quenâ—h this guilty flame Ah Sister vanquisht with my passion thou Betrayd'st me first dispensing with my vow Had I been constant to Sycbaeus still And single-liv'd I had not known this ill Such thoughts torment the Queens inraged breast While the Dardaniâ—n does securely rest In his tall ship for sudden flight prepar'd To whom once more the Son of Iove appearâ—d Thus seems to speak the youthful Deity Voice Hair and Colour all like Mercury Fair 〈◊〉 Canst thou indulge thy sleep Nor better guard in such great danger keep Mad by neglect to lose so fair a wind If here thy ships the purple 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Thou shalt behold this hostile Harbor shine With a new Fleet and Fire to ruine thine She meditates Revenge resolv'd to dye Weigh Anchor quickly and her Fury flie This said the God in shades of Night retir'd Amaz'd Aeneas with the warning fir'd Shakes off dull sleep and rouzing up his men Behold the Gods command our flight agen Fall to your Oars and all your Canvas spread What God soe're that thus vouchsaf'st to lead We follow gladly and thy Will obey Assist us still smoothing our happy way And make the rest propitious With that word He cuts the Cable with his shining Sword Through all the Navy doth like Ardor reign They quit the Shore and rush into the Main Plac't on their banks the lusty Trojans sweep Neptune's smooth face and cleave the yielding deeps Of a War with Spain and a Fight at Sea Now for some Ages had the pride of Spain Made the Sun shine on half the world in vain While she bid War to all that durst supply The place of those her cruelty made dye Of Nature's bounty men forbore to taste And the best portion of the Earth lay waste From the new world her silver and her gold Came like a Tempest to confound the old Feeding with these the brib'd Elector's hopes Alone she gave us Emperors and Popes With these accomplishing her vast designs Enrope was shaken with her Indian Mines When Britain looking with a just disdain Upon this gilded Majesty of Spain And knowing well that Empire must decline Whose chief support and sinews are of coin Our Nations solid vertue did oppose To the rich troublers of the worlds repose And now some Months incamping on the Main Our Naval Army had besieged Spain They that the whole world's Monarchy design'd Are to their Ports by our bold Fleet confin'd From whence our Red-cross they triumphant see Riding without a Rival on the Sea Others may use the Ocean as their Road Only the English make it their aboad Whose ready Sails with every wind can flie And make a Cov'nant with th' unconstant Skie Our Oaks secure as if they there took root We tread on billows with a steady foot Mean while the Spaniards in America Near to the Line the Sun approaching saw And hop'd their European Coasts to sind Clear'd from our ships by the Autumnal wind Their huge capacious Gallions stuft with Plate The lab'ring winds drive slowly towards their â—ate Before St. Lucar they their Guns discharge To tell their joy or to invite a Barge This heard some Ships of ours though out of view And swift as Eagles to the Quarry â—lew So heedless Lambs which for their Mothers bleat Wake hungry Lions and become their meat Arriv'd they soon begin that Tragique play And with their smoaky Cannons banish day Night
From her Broad-sides a ruder Flame is thrown Than from the fiery Chariot of the Sun That bears the radiant Ensign of the day And she the Flag that Governs in the Sea The Duke ill pleas'd that Fire should thus prevent The work which for His brighter sword He meant Anger still burning in His vallant breast Goes to compleat Revenge upon the rest So on the guardless Herd their Keeper slain Rushes a Tyger in the Lybian Plain The Dutch accustom'd to the raging Sea And in black Storms the frowns of Heav'n to see Never met Tempest which more urg'd their fears Than that which in the Prince His look appears Fierce Goodly Young Mars he resembles when Iove sends him down to scourge perâ—idious Men Such as with foul Ingratitude have paid Both those that Led and those that gave them Aid Where He gives on disposing of their Fates Terror and Death on His loud Cannon waits With which He pleads His Brothers Cause so well He shakes the Throne to which He does appeal The Sea with spoil His angry Bullets strow Widows and Orphans making as they go Before His Ship fragments of Vessels torn Flags Arms And Belgian Carcasses are born And his despairing Foâ—s to flight inclin'd Spread all their Canvas to invite the Wind So the rude Boreas where he lists to blow Makes Clouds above and Billows flie below Beating the Shore and with a boisterous rage Does Heav'n at once and Earth and Sea ingage The Dutch elsewhere did through the watry field Perform enough to have made others yield But English Courage growing as they fight In Danger Noise and Slaughter takes delight Their bloody Task unwearied still they ply Only restrain'd by Death or Victory Iron and Lead from Earths dark Entrails torn Like show'rs of Hail from either side are born So high the Rage of wretched Mortals goes Hurling their Mothers Bowels at their Foes Ingenious to their Ruine every Age Improves the Arts and Instruments of Rage Death hast'ning ills Nature enough has sent And yet Men still a thousand more invent But Bacchus now which led the Belgians on So fierce at first to favour us begun Brandee and Wine their wonted Friends at length Render them useless and betray their strength So Corn in Fields and in the Garden Flowers Revive and raise themselves with moderate showâ—â—â— But overcharg'd with never-ceafing Rain Become too moist and bend their heads again Their reeling Ships on one another fall Without a Foe enough to ruine all Of this Disorder and the favouring Wind The watchful English such advantage find Ships fraught with Fire among the heap they throw And up the so intangled Bâ—lgians blow The Flame invades the Powder-Rooms and then Their Guns shoot Bullets and their Vessels Men The scorcht Batavians on the Billows float Sent from their own to pass in Charon's Boat And now our Royal Admiral Success With all the marks of Victory does bless The burning Ships the taken and the slain Proclaim His Triumph o're the conquer'd Main Nearer to Holland as their hasty flight Carries the noise and tumult of the Fight His Cannons roar Forerunner of His Fame Makes their Hague tremble and their Amsterdam The Eritish Thunder does their Houses rock And the Duke seems at every door to knock His dreadful Streamer like a Comets hair Threatning Destruction hastens their Despair Makes them deplore their scatter'd Fleet as lost And fear our presenâ— Landing on their Coast. The trembling Dutch th' approaching 〈◊〉 behold As Sheep a Lion leaping tow'rds their Fold Those Piles which serve them to repel the Main They think too weak His fury to restrain What Wonders may not English Valor work Led by th' Example of victorious YORK Or what Defence against Him can they make Who at such distance does their Countrey shake His fatal Hand their Bulwarks will o'rethrow And let in both the Ocean and the Foe Thus cry the People and their Land to keep Allow our Title to command the Deep Blaming their States ill Conduct to provoke Those Arms which freed them from the Spanish yoke Painter excuse me if I have a while Forgot thy Art and us'd another Stile For though you draw arm'd Heroes as they sit The task in Battel does the Muses â—it They in the dark confusion of a Fight Discover all instruct us how to write And Light and Honour to brave Actions yield Hid in the smoke and tumult of the Field Ages to come shall know that Leaders toil And His Great Name on whom the Muses smile Their Dictates here let thy fam'd Pencil trace And this Relation with thy Colours grace Then draw the Parliament the Nobles met And our Great Monarch High above Them set Like young Augustâ—s let His Image be Triumphing for that Victory at Sea Where Egypts Queen and Eastern Kings o'rethrown Made the possession of the World His own Last draw the Commons at His Royal Feet Pouring out Treasure to supply His Fleet They vow with Lives and Fortunes to maintain Their King 's Eternal Title to the Main And with a Present to the Duke approve His Valor Conduct and His Countries Love TO THE KING GREAT SIR Disdain not in this piece â—o stand Supreme Commander both of Sea and Land Those which inhabit the Celestial Bower Pâ—imers express with Emblems of their Pow'r His Club Alâ—ides Phoebus has his Bowe Iove has his Thunder and Your Navy You. But Your Great Providence no Colours here Can Represent nor Pencil draw that Care Which keeps You waking to secure our Peace The Nations Glory and our Trades increase You for these Ends whole days in Council sit And the Diversions of Your Youth forget Small were the worth of Valor and of Force If Your high Wisdom govern'd not their Course You as the Soul as the first Mover You Vigor and Lifâ— on every Part bestow How to build Ships and dreadful Ordinance cast Instruct the Artists and reward their Haste So Iove himself when Typhon Heav'n does brave Descends to visit Vulcan's smoky Cave Teaching the brawny Cyclops how to frame His Thunder mixt with Terror Wrath and Flame Had the old Greeks discover'd Your abode Crete had not been the Cradle of their God On that small Island they had look'd with scorn And in Great Britain thought the Thunderer born TO A Friend of the AUTHORS A Person of HONOVR Who lately writ a Religious Book Entituled Historical Applications and occasional Meditations upon several Subjects BOld is the Man that dares ingage For Piety in such an Age. Who can presume to find a Guard From Scorn when Heaven 's so little spar'd Divines are pardon'd they defend Altars on which their Lives depend But the Prophane impatient are When Nobler Pens make this their care For why should these let in a Beam Of Divine Light to trouble them And call in doubt their pleasing Thought That none believes what we are taught High Birth and Fortune warrant give That such Men write what they believe And feeling first
convey Which this admires was it thy wit To make her oft before thee fit Confess and wee 'l Forgive thee this For who would not repeat that bliss And frequent sight of such a Dame Buy with the hazard of his Fame Yet who can tax thy blameless skill Though thy good hand had failed still When Natures self so often errs She for this many thousand years Seems to have practis'd with much care To Frame the Race of Women Fair Yet never could a perfect Birth Produce before to grace the Earth Which waxed old e're it could see Her that amaz'd thy Art and Thee But now 't is done O let me know Where those immortal Colours grow That could this deathless piece compose In Lillies or the Fading Rose No for this Thest thou hast climb'd higher Than did Prometheâ—s for his Fire Of the Lady who can sleep when she pleases No wonder Sleep from careful Lovers flies To bath himself in Sacharissi's eyes As Fair Astrea once from Earth to Heaven By Strife and loud Impiety was driven So with our Plaints offended and our Tears VVise Somnus to that Paradice repairs VVaits on her VVill and wretches do's forsake To court the Nymph for whom those wretches wake More proud than Phoebus of his Throne of Gold Is the soft God those softer Limbs to hold Nor would exchange with Iove to hide the Skies In darkning Clouds the power to close her eyes Eyes which so far all other Lights controul They warm our Mortal parts but these our Soul Let her free Spirit whose unconquer'd Breast Holds such deep quiet and untroubled rest Know that though Venus and her Son should spare Her Rebel Heart and never teach her Care Yet Hymen may inforce her vigils keep And for anothers Joy suspend her Sleep Of the mis-report of her being Painted As when a sort of Wolves infest the night With their wild howlings at fair Cynthia's light The noise may chase sweet slumber from our eyes But never reach the Mistris of the Skies So with the news of Sacharissa's wrongs Her vexed servants blame those envious tongues Call Love to witness that no painted Fire Can scorch Men so or kindle such desire While unconcerned she seems mov'd no more With this new Malice than our Loves before But from the height of her great Mind looks down On both our passions without Smile or Frown So little care of what is done below Hath the bright Dame whom Heaven affecteth so Paints her 't is true with the same hand which spreads Like Glorious Colours through the Flowry Meads When lavish Nature with her best Attire Clothes the gay Spring the season of desire Paints her 't is true and does her Cheek adorn With the same Art wherewith she paints the Morn With the same Art wherewith she gildeth so Those painted Clouds which form Thaumantias bow Of her passing through a crowd of People AS in old Chaos Heaven with Earth confus'd And Stars with Rocks together crush'd and bruis'd The Sun his light no further could extend Than the next hill which on his Shoulders lean'd So in this throng bright Sacharissa far'd Oppress'd by those who strove to be her Guard As Ships though never so obsequious â—all Foul in a Tempest on their Admiral A greater Favour this disorder brought Unto her Servants than their awful thought Durst entertain when thus compell'd they prest The yielding Marble of her snowy Breast While love insults disguised in the Cloud And welcome force of that unruly Croud So th' amorous Tree while yet the Air is calm Just distance keeps from his desired Palm But when the VVind her ravish't Branches throws Into his Arms and mingles all their Boughs Though loath he seems her tender leaves to press More loath he is that Friendly storm should cease From whose rude Bounty he the double use At once receives of Pleasure and Excuse The Story of Phoebus and Daphne applied THirsis a Youth of the inspired Train Fair 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 self might use Such is the chase when Love and Fancy leads O're craggy Mountains and through floury Meads Invok'd to testifie the Lover's care Or form some Image of his cruel fair Urg'd with his fury like a wounded Deer O're these he fled and now approaching near Had reach't the Nymph with his harmonious lay Whom all his charms could not incline to stay Yet what he sung in his immortal strain Though unsuccessful was not sung in vain All but the Nymph that should redress his wrong Attend his passion and approve his Song Like Phoebus thus acquiring unsought praise He catcht at Love and fill'd his Arm with Bays Fabula Phoebi Daphnis ARcadiae juvenis Thirsis Phaebique Sacerdos Ingenti frustra Sacharissae ardebat amore Hand Deus ipse olim Daphni mâ—jora canebat Nec fuit asperior Daphne nec pulâ—hrior illa Carminibus Phoebo dignis premit ille fugacem Per rupes per saxa volans per florida vates Pascua formosam nunc his componere Nympham Nunc illis crudelem insana mente solebat Audiit illa proculmiserum â—itheramque sonantem Audiit at nullis respectexit mota querelis Ne tamen omnino caneret desertus ad alta Sidera perculsi referunt nova carmina montes Sic non quaesitis cumulatus laâ—dibus olim Elapsa reperit Daphni sua laurea Phoebus Of Mrs. Arden BEhold and listen while the fair Breaks in sweet sounds the willing air And with her own breath fans the Fire VVhich her bright eyes do first inspire VVhat reason can that Love controul VVhich more than one way courts the Soul So when a flash of Lightning falls On our Abodes the danger calls For humane Aid which hopes the Flame To Conquer though from Heaven it came But is the Winds with that conspire Men strive not but deplore the Fire To Amoret FAir that you may truly know What you unto Thirsis owe I will tell you how I do Sacharissa Love and you Joy salutes me when I set My blest Eyes on Amoret But with wonder I am strook When I on the other look If sweet Amoret complains I have sense of all her pains But for Sacharissa I Do not only Grieve but Die All that of my self is mine Lovely Amoret is thine Sacharissa's Captive fain Would untie his Iron chain And those scorching Beams to shun To thy gentle shadow run If the soul had free Election To dispose of her affection I would not thus long have born Haughty Sacharissa's scorn But 't is sure some power above VVhich controuls ours VVill in Love If not Love a strong desire To create and spread that Fire In my Breast solicites me Beauteous Amoret for thee 'T is Amazement more than Love Which her radiant eyes do move If less splendor wait on thine Yet they so benignly shine I would
stone I might â—ike Orpheus with my numerous moan Melt to compassion now my traitâ—â—ous song With thee conspires to do the Singer wrong While 〈◊〉 I suffer not my self to lose The memory of what augments my woes But with my own breath still foment the Fire Which flames as high as fancy can aspire This last complaint th'indulgent ears did pierce Of just Apollo President of Verse Highly concerned that the Muse should bring Damage to one whom he had taught to sing Thus he advis'd me on yoâ— aged Tree Hang up thy Lute and hye thee to the Sea That there with wonders thy diverted mind Some truce at least may with this passion find Ah cruel Nymph from whom her humble Swaiâ— Flies for relief unto the raging Main And from the Winds and Tempests do's expect A milder fate than from her cold neglect Yet there he 'll pray that the unkind may prove Blest in her choice and vows this endless Love Springs from no hope of what she can confer But from those gifts which Heav'n has heap'd on her Another HAd Sacharissa liv'd when Mortals mâ—de Choice of their Deities this Sacred shade Had held an Altar to her power that gave The Peace and Glory which these allays have Embroidred so with Flowers where she stood That it became a Garden of a Wood Her presence has such more than humane Grace That it can civilize the rudest place And beauty too and order can impart Where Nature ne'r intended it nor Art The Plants acknowledge this and her admire No less than those of old did Orpheus's Lire If she sit down with tops all towards her bow'd They round about her into Arbors crowd Or if she walk in even ranks they stand Like some well-Marshall'd and obsequious band Amphion so made stones and timber leap Into fair Figures from a confus'd heap And in the symmetry of her parts is found A power like that of harmony in sound Ye lofty Beeches tell this matchless Dame That if together ye fed all one Flame It could not equalize the hundredth part Of what her Eyes have kindled in â—y heart Go Boy and carve this passion on the Bark Of yonder Tree which stands the sacred mark Of Noble Sidneys birth when such benign Such more than-mortal making stars did shine That there they cannot but for ever prove The monument and pledge of humble Love His humble Love whose hope shall ne'r rise higher Than for a pardon that he dares admire To my Lord of Leicester NOt that thy Trees at Pens-hurst groan Oppressed with their timely load And seem to make their silent moan That their great Lord is now abroad They to delight his tast or eye Would spend themselves in fruit and dye Not that thy harmless Deer repine And think themselves unjustly slain By any other hand than thine Whose Arrows they would gladly stain No nor thy friends which hold too dear That peace with France which keeps thee there All these are less than that great cause Which now exacts your presence here Wherein there meet the divers Laws Of publick and domestick care For one bright Nymph our youth contends And on your prudent choice depends Not the bright shield of Thetis's Son For which such stern debate did rise That the Great Ajax Telamon Refus'd to live without the Prize Those Achive Peers did more engage Than she the gallants of our age That beam of Beauty which begun To warm us so when thou wert here Now scorches like the raging Sun When Syrius does first appear O fix this Flame and let despair Redeem the rest from endless care To a very young Lady WHy came I so untimely forth Into a world which wanting thee Could entertain us with no worth Or shadow of felicity That time should me so far remove From that which I was born to love Yet fairest blossom do not slight That age which you may know so soon The Rosie Morn resigns her light And milder Glory to the Noon And then what wonders shall you do Whose dawning Beauty warms us so Hope waits upon the flowry prime And Summer though it be less gay Yet is not lookt on as a time Of declination or decay For with a full hand That does bring All that was promis'd by the Spring SONG SAy lovely dream where couldst thou find Shadows to counterseit that face Colours of this â—lorious kind Come not from any mortal place 〈◊〉 Heaven it self thou sure wer't drest With that Angel-like disguise Thus deluded am I blest And see my joy with closed Eyes But ah this Image is too kind To be other than a dream Cruel Sacharissa's Mind Never put on that sweet extreme Fair dream if thou intend'st me grace Change that Heavenly face of thine Paint despis'd Love in thy face And make it to appear like mine Pale Wan and Meager let it look With a pity-moving shape Such as wander by the Brook Of Lethe or from graves escape Then to that matchless Nymph appear In whose shape thou shinest so Softly in her sleeping ear With humble words express my wo. Perhaps from Greatness State and Pride Thus surprised she may fall Sleep does disproportion hide And death resembling equals all SONG BEhold the brand of Beauty tost See how the motion does dilate the Flame Delighted Love his spoils does boast And triumph in this game Fire to no place confin'd Is both our wonder and our fear Moving the mind As Lightning hurled through the Air. High Heaven the Glory does encrease Of all her shining lamps this artful way The Sun in Figures such as these Joys with the Moon to play To the sweet strains they advance Which do result from their own spheres As this Nymphs dance Moves with the numbers which she hears On the discovery of a Ladies Painting PIgmaleons fate reverst is mine His marble Love took flesh and Bloud All that I worshipt as Divine That Beauty now 't is understood Appears to have no more of life Than that whereof he fram'd his Wife As Women yet who apprehend Some sudden cause of causeless fear Although that seeming cause take end And they behold no danger near A shaking through their Limbs they find Like leaves saluted by the wind So though the Beauty do appear No Beauty which amaz'd me so Yet from my breast I cannot tear The passion which from thence did grow Nor yet out of my fancy rase The print of that supposed face A real Beauty though too near The fond Narcissus did admire I dote on that which is no where The sign of Beauty feeds my fire No mortal Flame was e're so cruel As this which thus survives the fuel To a Lady from whom he received a Silver Pen. Madam INtending to have try'd The silver Favour which you gave In Ink the shining point I dy'd And drench'd it in the sable wave When griev'd to be so foully stain'd On you it thus to me complain'd Suppose you had deserv'd to take From her fair hand so fair a
night 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 souls subdue 'T is not the pretty things you say Nor those you write Which can make Thirsis heart your prey For that delight The graces of a well-taught mind In some of our own sex we find No Flavia 't is your love I fear Loves surest darts Those which so seldom fail him are Headed with hearts Their very shadows makes us yield Dissemble well and win the field The Fall SEe how the willing earth gave way To take th' impression where she lay See how the mould as loath to leave So sweet a burden still doth cleave Close to the Nymphs stain'd garment here The coming Spring would first appear And all this place with Roses strow If busie feet would let them grow Here Venus Smil'd to see blind Chance It self before her son advance And a fair 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 loveâ—s on the clay Of which they were composed lay So in their prime with equal grace Met the first patterns of our race Then blush not faiâ— or on him frown Or wonder how you both came down But touch him and he 'll tremble strait How could he then support your weight 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 soon Of Silvia OUr sighs are heard just Heav'n declares The sense it has of lovers cares She that so far the rest out-shin'd Silvia the fair whiles she was kind As if her frowns impair'd her brow Seems only not unhandsome now So when the sky makes us endure A storm it self becomes obscure Hence 't is that I conceal my flame Hiding from Flavia's self her name Lest she provoking Heaven should prove How it rewards neglected love Better a thousand such as I Their grief untold should pine and die Then her bright morning over-cast With sullen clouds should be deâ—ac't The Budd LAtely on yonder swelling bush Big with many a coming Rose This early Bud began to blush And did but half it self disclose I pluck't it though no better grown And 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 Air or Sun To the young flower my breath has done If our loose breath so much can do What may the same inform's of love Of purest love and musick too When Flavia it aspires to move When that which life-less buds perswades To wax more soft her youth invades Upon Ben. Johnson MIrror of Poets mirror 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 So traced with thy All-resembling Pen That what ere custom has impos'd on men Or ill got habit which deforms them so That scarce a Brother can his Brother know Is represented to the wondring eyes Of all that see or read thy Comedies Who ever in those Glasses looks may find The spots return'd or graces of his mind And by the help of so divine an Art At leasure view and dress his Nobler part Narâ—issâ—s couzened by that flatt'ring Well Which nothing could but of his beauty tell Had here discovering the deform'd estate Of his fond mind preserv'd him self with hate But Vertue too as well as Vice is clad In Flesh and Blood so well that Plato had Beheld what his high fancy once embrac't Vertue with colours speech and motion grac't The sundry postures of thy copious Muse Who would express a thousand Tongues must use Whose fate 's no less peeuliar than thy Art For as thou couldst all characters impart So none could 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 Mr. George Sands on his translation of some parts of the Bible HOw bold a work attempts that Pen Which would inrich 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 these inspired Souls Were urged to express did shake The aged deep 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 soar so high Tell me brave Friend what help'd thee so To shake of all mortality To light this Torch thou hâ—st climb'd higher Than he who stole Celestial fire Chlorus and Hilas Made to a Sarabran Câ—l HIlas ô Hilas why sit we mute Now that each Bird saluteth the Spring Wind up the slackned strings of thy Lute Never canst thou want matter to sing For love thy Brest does fill with such a fire That whatso'er is fair moves thy desire Hil. Sweetest you know the sweetest of things Of various flowers the Bees do compose Yet no particular taste it brings Of Violet Woodbind Pink or Rose So love the result is of all the graces Which flow from a thousand several faces Chl. Hilas the Birds which chant in this Grove Could we but know the Language they use They would instruct us better in Love â—nd reprehend thy inconstant Muse For Love their Breasts does fill with such a fire That what they once do chuse bounds their desire Hil. Chloris this change the Birds do approve Which the warm Season hither does bring Time from your self does further remove â—ou than the Winter from the gay Spring She that like lightning shin'd while her face lasted The Oak now resembles which lightning hath blasted Under a Ladies Picture SUch Hellen was and who can blame the Boy That in so bright a Flame consum'd his Troy But had like Virtue shin'd in that fair Greek The am'rous Shepherd had not dar'd to seek Or hope for Pity but with silent moan And better Fate had perished alone In Answer Of Sir John Suckling's Verses Pro. STay here fond Youth and ask no more be wiâ—e Knowing too much long since lost Paradise Con. And by your knowledge we should be bereft Of all that Paradise which yet is left Pro. The vertuous joys thou hast thou wouldst shoulâ— still Last in their pride and wouldst not take it ill If rudely from sweet dreams and for a toy Thou awak't he wakes himself that does enjoy Con. How can the joy or hope which you allow Be stiled vertuous and the end not so Talk in your sleep
D'avenant upon his Two firâ—â— Books of Gondibert written in â—rance THus the wiâ—e Nightingale that leaves her hoâ—â— Her native Wood when storms and winter 〈◊〉 Pursuing constantly the chearful Spring To forein Groves does her old Musick bring The 〈…〉 unstrung At 〈◊〉 upon the Willows hung Yours sounds aloud and tells us you excell No less in Couâ—â—ge than in Singing well Whilst unconcern'd you let your Countrey know They have impoverished themselveâ— not you Who with the Muses help can mock those Fates Which threaten Kingdoms and disorder States So Ovid when from Câ—sar 's rage he fleâ— The Roman Muse to Pontus with him led Where he so sung that we through pities Glass See Nero milder than Augustus was Hereafter such in thy behalf shall be Th'indulgent Censure of Posterity To banish those who with such art can sing â—â—a rude crime which its own curse does bring â—ges to come shall ne'r know how they fought Nor how to Love their present Youth be taught This to thy self Now to thy matchless Book Wherein those few that can with Judgment look May find old Love in pure fresh Language told Like new stampt-Coin made out of Angel-gold Such truth in Love as th'antique world did know In such a stile 〈◊〉 Courts may boast of now Which no bold tales of Gods or Monsters swell But humane Passions such as with us dwell Man is thy â—heme his Vertue or his Rage Drawn to the Life in each elaborate Page Mars nor Beâ—ona are not named here But such a Gondibert as both might fear Venus had here and Hebe been out-shin'd By the bright Birtha and thy Rhodalind Such is thy happy skill and such the odds Betwixt thy Worthies and the Grecian gods Whose Deities in vain had here come down Where moâ—â— al Beauty wears the Soveraign Crown Such as of flesh compos'd by flesh and blood Though not resisted may be understood To my worthy Friend Mr. Wase the Translator of Gratius THus by the Musick we may know When Noble Wits a Hunting go Through Groves that on Parnassus grow The Muses all the Chase adorn My Friend on Pegasus is born And young Apollo winds the Horn. Having old Gratius in the wind No pack of Critiques e're could find Or he know more of his own mind Here Huntsmen with delight may read How to chuse Dogs for scent or speed And how to change or mend the breed What Arms to use or Nets to frame Wild Beasts to combat or to tame With all the Mysteries of that game But worthy Friend the face of War In antient times does differ â—ar From what our fiery battles are Nor is it like since powder known That man so â—ruel to his own Should spare the race of Beasts alone No quarter now but with the Gun Men wait in Trees from Sun to Sun And all is in a moment done And therefore we expect your next Should be no Comment but a Text To tell how modern Beasts are vext Thus would I further yet engage Your gentle Muse to court the age With somewhat of your proper rage Since none does more to 〈◊〉 owe Or in more Languages can show Those Arts which you so early know To the King upon His Majesties happy Return THe rising Sun complies with our weak sight First gilds the clouds then shews his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes as though He knew what harm his hasty Beams would do But your full MAIESTY at once breaks forth In the Meridian of Your Reign Your Worth Your Youth and all the splendor of Your State Wrapt up till now in clouds of adverse Fate With such a floud of light invade our eyes And our spread hearts with so great joy surprize That if Your Grace incline that we should live You must not SIR too hastily forgive Our guilt preserves us from th' excess of joy Which scatters 〈◊〉 and would life destroy All are obnoxious and this faulty Land Like fâ—inting Hester does before you stand Watching your Scepter the revolted Sea Trembles to think she did your Foes obey Great Britâ—â—iâ— Like blind Rolipheme of late In a wild râ—ge became the scorn and hate Of her proud Neighbors who began to think She with the weight of her own force would sink But You are come and all their hopes are vain This Giant Isle has got her Eye again Now she might spare the Ocean and oppose Your conduct to the fiercest of her Foes Naked the Graces guarded you from all Dangers abroad and now your Thunder shall Princes that saw you different Passions prove For now they dread the Object of their love Nor without envy can behold His height Whose Conversation was their late delight So Semele contented with the rape Of Iove disguised in a mortal shape When she beheld his hands with lightning fill'd and his bright rayes was with amazement kill'd And though it be our sorrow and our crime To have accepted life so long a time Without You here yet does this absence gain No small advantage to Your present Reign For having view'd the persons and the things The Councils State and Strength of Europe's Kings You know your work Ambition to restrain And set them bounds as Heav'n does to the Main We have you now with ruling wisdom fraught Not such as Books but such as Practice taught So the lâ—st Sun while least by us enjoy'd Is the whole night for our concern imploy'd He ripens Spices Fruit and precious Gums Which from remotest Regions hither comes This seat of Yours from th' other world remov'd Had Archimede's known he might have prov'd His Engines force fixt here your power and skill Make the world's motion wait upon your will Much suffering Monarch the first English born That has the Crown of these three Nations worn How has your patience with the barbarous rage Of Your own Soil contended half an age Till Your try'd Vertue and Your sacred Word At last preventing Your unwilling Sword Armies and Fleets which kept You out so long Own'd their great Sovereign and redrest His wronâ— When straight the People by no force compell'd Nor longer from their inclination held Break forth at once like Powder let on fire And with a Noble rage their KING require So th'injur'd Sea which from her wonted course To gain some Acres Avarice did force If the new Banks neglected once decay No longer will from her old Channel â—tay Raging the late-got Land the overâ—â—ows And all that 's built upon 't to ruine goes Oâ—â—enders now the chiefeâ—â— do begin To strive for Grace and expiate their 〈◊〉 All Winds blow fair that did the World imbroil Your Vipers Treacle yield and 〈…〉 If then such praise the Macedonian got â—or having rudely cut the Gordian knot What Glory 's due to him that could divide â—uch ravell'd int'rests has the knot unty'd And without stroke so smooth a passage made Where craft and malice such impeachments laid But while we praise You You ascribe it all To his high
hand which threw the untoucht Wall Of self-demolisht Ierico so low His Angel 't was that did before You go Tam'd savage hearts and made affections yield Like Ears of Corn when Wind salutes the Field Thus Patience crown'd like Iob's Your Trouble end Having your Foes to pardon and your Friendâ— For though your Courage were so firm a Rock What private Vâ—rtue could endure the shock Like Your great Master You the Storm withstood And pitied those who Love with â—railty shew'd Rude Indians torturing all the Royal Race Him with the Throne and dear bought Scepter grace 〈…〉 what Region could be found Where yoâ—â— hâ—roick Head had not been crown'd The next experience of Your mighty mind 〈◊〉 how You combat Fortune now she 's kind And this way too You are victorious found â—â—e flatters with the same success she frown'd While to Your Self severe to others kind With power unbounded and a will confin'd Of this vast Empire You possess the care 〈◊〉 softer part falls to the Peoples share â—â—â—ey and equal Government are things Which Subjects make as happy as their Kings Faith Law and Piety that banisht train 〈◊〉 and Truth with You return again 〈◊〉 Cities Trade and Countries easre life 〈…〉 strife Your Reign no less assures the Ploughman's peace Than the warm Sun advances his increase And does the Shepherds as securely keep From all their fears as they preserve their sheep But above all the Muse inspired train Triumph and raise their drooping heads again Kind Heaven at once has in Your Person sent Their sacred Judge their Guard and Argument Nec magis expressâ— vultus per aenea signa Quam per val is opâ—â— mores animique 〈◊〉 Câ—rorum apparent To my Lady Morton on New-years-day 16â—0 at the Louvre in Paris Madam NEW-years may well expect to find Welcome from you to whom they are 〈◊〉 Still as they pass they court and smile on you And make your Beauty as themselves seem new To the fair Villars we Dalkith prefer And fairest Morton now as much to her So like the Sun 's advance your Titles show Which as he rises does the warmer grow But thus to stile you fair your Sexes praise Gives you but Mirtle who may challenge Bayâ— From armed Foes to bring a Royal prize Shews your brave Heart victorious as your Eyes 〈◊〉 Iudeth marching with the General 's head 〈◊〉 give us passion when her Story 's read What may the living do which brought away Though a less bloudy yet a Nobler prey Who from our flaming Troy with a bold hand 〈◊〉 her fair Charge the Princess like a brand â—brand preserv'd to warm some Princes heart 〈◊〉 make whole Kingdoms take her Brother's part 〈◊〉 Venus from prevailing Greeks did shrowd 〈◊〉 hope of Rome and sav'd him in a cloud This gallant act may cancel all our rage Begin a better and absolve this age Dark shades become the Portraict of our time Here weeps Misfortune and there triumphs Criâ—â— Let him that draws it hide the rest in night This portion only may endure the light Where the kind Nymâ—h changing her â—aultless shapâ— Becomes unhandsome handsomly to sâ—â—pe When through the Guards the River and the Sâ—â— Faith Beauty Wit and Courage made their 〈◊〉 As the brave Eagle does with sorrow see The Forest wasted and that lofty Tree Which holds her Nest about to be O'â—e thrown Before the feathers of her young are grown She will not leave them nor she cannot stay â—ut bears them boldly on her wings away So fled the Dame and O're the Ocean bore Her Princely burthen to the Gallick shoar Born in the storms of 〈◊〉 this Royal fair Produc'd 〈…〉 Though now she flies her native Isle less kind â—ess safe for her than either Sea or Wind Shall when the Blossom of her Beauty 's blown See her great Brother on the British Throne Where Peace shall smile and no dispute arise But which Rules most his Scepter or her Eyes Of a fair Lady plâ—ying with a Snake STrange that 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 To start at Love and play with Snakes By this and by her coldness 〈◊〉 Her Servants have a task too hard The Tyrant has a double guard Thrice happy Snake that in her sleeve May boldly creep we dare not give Our thoughts so unconfin'd a leave Contented in that Nest of Snow He lies as he his Bliss did know And to the Wood no more would go Take heed fair Eve you do not make Another Tempter of this Snake A marble one so warm'd would speak To his worthy Friend Master E'velyn upon his Translation of Lucretius THat Chance and Atoms make this all In Order Democratical Where Bodies freely run their course Without design or Fate or Force In English Verse Lucretins sings As if with Pegasean wings He soar'd beyond our utmost Sphere And other World 's discovered there His boundless and unrâ—ly Wit To Nature does no bounds permit But boldly has remov'd those Bars Of Heaven and Earth and Seas and Stars By which she was before suppos'd By moderate Wits to be enclos'd Till his â—ree Muse threw down the Pale And did at once dispark them all So vast this Argument did seem That the great Author did esteem The Roman Language which was spred â—'re the whole world in Triumph led Too weak too narrow to unfold The Wonders which he would have told This speaks thy Glory Noble Friend And British Language does commend For here Lucretius whole we find His Words his Muâ—ick and his Mind Thy Art has to our Coâ—â—try brought All that he writ and all he thought Ovid translated Virgil too Shew'd long since what our tongue could do Nor Lucan we nor Harace spar'd Only Lucretius was too hard Lucretius like a Fort did stand Untoucht till your victorious Hand Did from his Head this Garland bear Which now upon your own you wear A Garland made of such new Bays And sought in such untrâ—dden ways As no Man's Temples e're did Crown Save this fam'd Authors and your own Part of the 4th Book of Virgil 〈◊〉 beginning Talesque miseriâ—â—◠〈◊〉 Fertquer fertqâ—e for oâ— And ending with Adnixi torquent spumas caerula vâ—rrunt All this her weeping sister does repeat To the stern Man whom nothing could intreat Lost were her Pray' is and fruitless were her Tears Fate and great Iove had stop'd his gentle Ears As when loud winds a well-grown Oak would rend Up by the roots this way and that they bend His reeling Trunk and with a boisterous sound Scatter his leaves and strow them on the ground He fixed stands as deep his root doth â—ie Down to the Centre as his top is high No less on every side the Hero prest Feels Love and Pity shake his Noble brest And down his Cheeks though fruitless tears do roul Unmov'd remains the purpose of his Soul Then Dido urged with approaching Fate Begins the light of cruel Heaven to hate Her resolution to dispatch and die Confirm'd by many a horrid
the Day behind Describe their Fleet abandoning the Sea And all their Merchants left a wealthy Prey Our first success in War make Bacchus Crown And half the Vintage of the Year our own The Dutch their Wine and all their Brandy loâ—â— Disarm'd of that from which their Courage growâ— While the glad Englsh to relieve their toil In Healths to their great Leader drink the spoil His high Command to Africks Coast extend And make the Moors before the English bend Those barbarous Pirates willingly receive Conditions such as we are pleas'd to give Deserted by the Dutch let Nations know We can our own and their great business do False Friends chastise and common Foes restrain Which worse than Tempests did infest the Main Within those Streights make Holland's Smirna Fleâ—â— With a small Squadron of the English meet Like Falcons these those like a numerous Flock Of Fowl which scatter to avoid the Shock There paint Confusion in a various shape Some sink some yield and flying some escape â—â—rope and Africa from either shore â—ectators are and hear our Cannon roar While the divided world in this agree Men that Fight so deserve to rule the Sea â—ut nearer home thy Pencil use once more 〈◊〉 place our Navy by the Holland shore The World they compass'd while they fought with 〈◊〉 here already they resign the Main Spain Those greedy Mariners out of whose way â—issusive Nature could no Region lay â—t home preserv'd from Rocks and Tempests lieâ— Compel'd like others in their Beds to die Their single Towns th' Iberian Armies prest We all their Provinces at once invest And in a Month Ruine their Traâ—â—ique more Than that long War could in an Age before But who can always on the Billows lie The watry Wilderness yields no supply Spreading our Sails to Harwich we resort And meet the Beauties of the British Court Th' Illustrious Dutchess and her Glorious Train Like Thetis with her Nymphs adorn the Main The gazing Sea-gods since the Paphian Queen Sprung from among them no such sight had seâ— Charm'd with the Graces of a Troop so fair Those deathless Powers for us themselves 〈◊〉 Resolv'd the aid of Neptune's Court to bring And help the Nation where such Beauties sprinâ— The Soldier here his wasted store supplies And takes new Valor from the Ladies Eyes Mean while like Bees when stormy Winter's gooâ— The Dutch as if the Sea were all their own Desert their Ports and falling in their way â—ur Hamburgh Merchants are become their Prey Thus flourish they before th' approaching Fight As dying Tapers give a blazing Light To check their Pride our Fleet half victual'd goes â—nough to serve us till we reach our Foes Who now appear so numerous and bold The Action worthy of our Arms we hold A greater force than that which here we find â—â—'re press'd the Ocean nor employ'd the Wind. â—estrain'd a while by the unwelcom Night â—h ' impatient English scarce attend the Light But now the Morning Heav'n severely clear â—o the flerce Work Indulgent does appear And Phoebâ—s lists above the Waves his Light That he might see and thus record the Fight As when loud winds from different quarters rush â—ast Clouds incountring one another crush With swelling Sails so from their several Coasts Join the Batavian and the British Hoasts For a less Prize with less Concern and Rage The Roman Fleets at Actium did Engage They for the Empire of the World they knew These for the Old contend and for the New At the first shock with Blood and Powder stain'd Nor Heaven nor Sea their former face retain'd Fury and Art produce Effects so strange They trouble Nature and her Visage change Where burning Ships the banish'd Sun supply And no Light shines but that by which men die There YORK appears so prodigal is he Of Royal Blood as ancient as the Sea Which down to Him so many Ages told Has through the veins of Mighty Monarchs roll'd The great Achilles march'd not to the Field Till Vulcan that impenetrable Shield And Arms had wrought yet there no Bullets flew â—ut Shafts and Darts which the weak Phâ—ygians threw Our bolder Heroe on the Deck does stand Expos'd the Bulwark of his Native Land Defensive Arms â—aid by as useless here Where massie Balls the Neighbouring Rocks do tear Some Power unseen those Princes do's proâ—â—ct Who for their Countrey thus themselves neglect Against Him first Opdam his Squadron leads Proud of his late Success against the suedis Made by that Action and his high Command Worthy to perish by a Princes Hand The tall Batavian in a vast Ship rides â—aring an Army in her hollow sides â—t not inclin'd the English Ship to board 〈…〉 than on his Sword From whence a fatal Volly we receiv'd It miss'd the Duke but His Great Heart â— griev'd Three worthy Persons from His side it tore And dy'd His Garment with their scatter'd Gore Happy to whom this glorious death arrives More to be valu'd â—han a thousand Lives On such a Theatre as this to die For such a Cause and such a Witness by Who would not thus a Sacrifice be made To have his Blood on such an Altar laid The rest about Him strook with horror stood To see their Leader cover'd oâ—re with Blood So trembl'd Iacob when he thought the stains Of his Sons Coat had issued from his veins He feels no wound but in his troubled thought Before for Honour now Revenge He fought His Friends in pieces torn the bitter News Not brought by Fame with His own Eys He views 〈◊〉 Mind at once reflecting on their Youth Their Worth their Love their Valour and their Truth The joys of Court their Mothers and their Wives To follow Him abandon'd and their Lives He storms and shoots but flying Bullets now To execute His Rage appear too slow They miss or sweep but common Souls away For such a Loss Opdam his Life must pay Encouraging His Men He gives the Word With fierce intent that hated Ship to Board And make the guilty Dutch with His own Arm Wait on His Friends while yet their Blood is warm His winged Vessel like an Eagle shows When through the Clouds to truss a Swan she goes The Belgian Ship unmov'd like some huge Rock Inhabiting the Sea expects the shock From both the Fleets Mens eyes are bent this 〈◊〉 Neglecting all the business of the day Bullets their flight and Guns their noise suspend The silent Ocean does th' event attend Which Leader shall the doubtfull vict'ry bless And give an earnest of the Wars success When Heav'n it self for England to declare Turns Ship and Men and Tackle into Air Their new Commander from his Charge is â—oâ—t Which that young Prince had so unjustly lost Whose great Progenitors with better Fate And better Conduct sway'd their Infant State His flight tow'rds Heav'n th' aspiring Belgian took But fell like Phaeton with Thunder strook From vaster hopes than his he seem'd to fall That durst attempt the British Admiral
wing Your Judgment makes us careful how we sing â—ines not compos'd as heretofore in haste â—olisht like Marble shall like Marble last And make you through as many Ages shine As Tasso has the Hero's of your Line Thô other Names our wary Writers use You are the Subject of the British Muse Dilating Mischief to your self unknown Men write and die of Wounds they dare not own So the bright Sun burns all our Grass away While it means nothing but to give us Day These Verses were writ in the Tasso of Her Royal Highness TAsso knew how the fairer Sex to Grace But in no One durst all Perfection place In Her alone that owns this Book is seen Clorinda's Spirit and her lofty Meen Sophronia's Piety Erminia's Truth Armida's Charms her Beauty and her Youth Our Princes here as in a Glass do's dress Her well-taught Mind and every Grace express More to our Wonder than Rinaldo fought The Hero's Race excels the Poet's Thought Upon our late Loss of the Duke of Cambridge THE failing Blossoms which a young Plant bears Ingage our Hope for the succeeding Years And Hope is all which Art or Nature brings At the first Tryal to accomplish things Mankind was first created an Essay That ruder draft the Deluge washt away How many Ages past what Blood and Toil Before we made one Kingdom of this Isle How long in vain had Nature striv'd to frame A perfect Princess e're her Highness came For Joys so great we must with patience wait 'T is the set-price of Happiness complete As a Firstâ—fruit Heaven claim'd that lovely Boy The Next shall live and be the Nation 's Joy Translated out of Spanish THô we may seem importunate While your Compassion we implore They whom you make too Fortunate May with Presumption vex you more Of the Lady Mary c. AS once the Lion Honey gave Out of the strong such sweetness came A Royal Hero no less brave Produc'd this sweet this lovely Dame To her the Prince that did oppose Such mighty Armies in the Field And Holland from prevailing Foes Could so well free himself does yield Not Belgia's Fleet his high Command Which Triumphs where the Sun does rise Nor all the Force he leads by Land Could guard him from her conquering Eyes Orange with Youth Experience has In Action young in Council old Orange is what Augustus was Brave Wary Provident and Bold On that fair Tree which bears his Name Blossoms and Fruit at once are found In him we all admire the same His flow'ry Youth with wisdom Crown'd Empire and Freedom Reconcil'd In Holland are by Great Nassaw Like those he sprung from Just and Mild To willing People he gives Law Thrice Happy Pair so Near Ally'd In Royal Blood and Virtue too Now Love has you together ty'd May none this Triple knot undo The Church shall be the happy place Where streams which from the same source run Thô divers Lands awhile they grace Unite again and are made one A thousand thanks the Nation ows To him that does protect us all For while he thus his Neece bestows About our Isle he builds a Wall A Wall like that which Athens had By th' Oracles advice of wood Had theirs been such as Charles has made That mighty State till now had stood To the Servant of a Fair Lady This Copy of Verses being omitted in the former Edition FAir Fellow-Servant may your gentle Ear Prove more propitious to my slighted care Than the bright Dames we serve for her Relief Vext with the long expressions of my Grief Receive these Plaints nor will her high disdain Forbid my humble Muse to court her Train Thy skilful hand contributes to our Woe And whets those Arrows which confound us so A thousand Cupids in those Curls do sit Those curious Nets thy slender Fingers knit The Graces put not more exactly on Th' attire of Venus when the Ball she won Than that young Beauty by thy care is drest When all our Youth prefers her to the rest You the soft Season know when best her Mind May be to Pity or to Love inclin'd In some well-chosen hour supply his â—ear Whose hopeless Love durst never tempt the Ear Of that 〈◊〉 Goddess you her Priest declarâ— What offerings may propitiate the Fair Rich Orient Pearl bright Stones that n're decay Or polisht Lines which longer last than they For if I thought she took delight in those To where the chearful Morn do's first disclose The shady Night removing with her Beams Wing'd with bold Love I 'de flie to fetch such gems But since her Eyes her Teeth her Lip excels All that is found in Mines or Fishes shells Her Nobler part as far exceeding these None but Immortal gifts her Mind should please The shining Jewels Greece and Troy bestow'd On Sparâ—an's Queen her lovely Neck did lode And snowy 〈◊〉 â—ut when the Town was burn'd Those fading 〈◊〉 were to Ashes turn'd Her Beauty too had perishâ— and her Fame Had not the 〈…〉 from the Flame Vpon the Earl of Roscommon's Translation of Horace De Arte Poetica And of the Use of Poetry ROme was not better by her Horace taught Than we are here to comprehend his thought The Poet writ to Noble Piso there A Noble Piso do's instruct us here Gives us a pattern in his flowing Style And with rich Precepts do's oblige our Isle Britain whose Genius is in Verse exprest â—old and Sublime but negligently drest Horace will our superfluous Branches 〈◊〉 Give us new Rules and set our Harp in tune Direct us how to back the winged Horse Favour his flight and moderate his force Thô Poets may of Inspiration boast Their Rage ill govern'd in the Clouds is lost He that proportion'd wonders can disclose At once his Fancy and his Judgment shows Chaste moral writing we may learn from hence Neglect of which no Wit can recompence The Fountain which from Helicon proceeds That sacred stream should never water weeds Nor make the Crop of thorns and thistles grow Which Envy or perverted Nature sow Well sounding Verses are the Charm we use Heroick Thoughts and Vertue to infuse Things of deep sence we may in Prose unfold But they move more in lofty Numbers told By the loud Trumpet which our Courage aids We learn that sound as well as sence perswades The Muse's Friend unto himself severe With silenâ— pity looks on all that Eâ—r But where a brave a publick Action shines That he rewards with his Immortal Lines Whether it be in Council or in Fight His Countries Honour is his chief delight Praise of great Acts he seatters as a seed Which may the like in coming Ages breed Here taught the fate of Verses always priz'd With admiration or as much despis'd Men will be less indulgent to their Faults And patience have so cultivate their thoughts Poets loâ—e halâ— the praise they should have got Could it be known what they discreetly blot Finding new Words that to the Ravisht Ear May like the Language
Band of all Society is broke What use of Oaths of Promise or of Test Where Men regard no God but Interest What endless War would jealous Nations tear â—f none above did witness what they swear Sad Fate of Unbelievers and yet just Among themselves to find so little trust Were Scripture silent Nature would proclaim Without a God our falshood and our shame To know our Thoughts the Object of his Eyes Is the first step towards being good or wise For thô with Judgment we on things reflect Our Will determines not our Intellect Slaves to their Passion Reason men employ Only to compass what they would enjoy His fear to guard us from our selves we need And sacred Writ our Reason do's exceed For the Heaven shows the Glory of the Lord Yet something shines more Glorious in his Word His mercy this which all his work excels His tender kindness and compassion tells While we inform'd by that Celestial Book Into the Bowels of our Maker look Love there reveal'd which never shall have end Nor had beginning shall our Song commend Describe it self and warm us 〈◊〉 that flame Which first from Heav'n to make us Happy came CANTO II. THE fear of Hell or aiming to be Blest Savours too much of private Interest This mov'd not Moses nor the zealous Paul Who for their Friends abandon'd Soul and all A greater yet from Heav'n to Hell descends To save and make his Enemies his Friends What line of Praise can fathom such a Love Which reacht the lowest bottom from above The Royal Prophet that extended Grace From Heav'n to earth measur'd but half that space The Law was regnant and confin'd his thoughâ— â—ell was not conquer'd when that Poet 〈◊〉 Heav'n was â—earce heard of until be came down To make the Region where Love triumphs known That early Love of Creatures yet unmade To â—â—ame the World th' Almighty did perswade For Love it was that first created Light Mov'd on the Waters chaâ—'d away the Night From the rude Chaos and bestow'd new Grace On things dispos'd of to their proper place Some to rest here and some to shine above Earth Sea and Heav'n were all th' Effects of Love And Love would be reâ—urn'd but there was none That to themselves or others yet were known The World a Palace was without a Guest Till one appears that must excel she rest One like the Author whose Capacious mind Might by the Glorious Work the Maker find Might measure Heaven and give each Star a name With Art and Courage the rough 〈…〉 Over the Globe with swelling Sails might go And that 't is round by his experience know Make strongest Beasts obedient to his Will And serve his use the fertile Earth to Till When by his Word God had accomplisht all Man to Create he did a Council call Imploy'd his Hand to give the Dust he took A graceful Figure and Majestick Look With his own Breath convey'd into his Breast Life and a Soul fit to command the rest Worthy alone to Celebrate his Name For such a Gift and tell from whence it came Birds sing his Praises in a wilder Note But not with lasting numbers and with thought Man's great Prerogative But above all His Grace abounds in his new Favorites fall If he Create it is a World he makes â—f he be ang'ry the Creation shakes From his just wrath our guilty Parents fled He curs't the Earth but bruis'd the Serpent's head Amidst the Storm his Bounty did exceed In the rich promise of the Virgins seed Thô Justice death as satisfaction craves Love finds a way to pluck us from our Graves CANTO III. NOT willing Terror should his Image move He gives a Pattern of Eternal Love His Son descends to treat a Peace with those Which were and must have ever been his Foes Poor he became and left his Glorious Seat To make us humble and to make us great His business here was happiness to give To those whose Malice could not let him live Legions of Angels which he might have us'd For us resolv'd to perish he refus'd While they stood ready to prevent his Loss Love took him up and nail'd him to the Cross Immortal Love which in his Bowels reign'd That we might be by such a Love constrain'd To make return of Love upon this Pole Our Duty does and our Religion rowle To Love is to believe to hope to know 'T is an Essay a taste of Heav'n below He to proud Potentates would not be known Of those that lov'd him he was hid from none Till Love appear we live in anxious doubt But Smoke will vanish when that Flame breaks out This is the Fire that would consume our Dross Reâ—ine and make us richer by the Loss Could we forbear Dispute and practise Love We should agree as Angels do above Where Love presides not Vice alone does find No Entrance there but Vertues stay behind Both Faith and Hope and all the meaner train Of moral Vertues at the door remain Love only enters as a Native there For born in Heav'n it do's but sojourn here He that alone would wise and mighty be Commands that others Love as well as he Love as he Lov'd how can we soar so high He can add wings when he commands to flie Nor should we be with this Command dismay'd He that Example gives will give his Aid For he took flesh that where his Precepts fail His Practice as a Pattern may prevail His Love at once and Dread instructs our thought As Man he suffer'd and as God he taught Will for the Deed he takes we may with ease Obedient be for if we Love we please Weak thô we are to Love is no hard task And Love for Love is all that Heav'n do's ask Love that would all men just and temperate make Kind to themselves and others for his sake 'T is with our Minds as with a fertile ground Wanting this Love they must with Weeds abound Unruly Passions whose effects are worse Than Thorns and Thistles springing from the curse CANTO IV. TO Glory Man or Misery is born Of his proud Foe the Envy or the Scorn Wretched he is or happy in Extreme Base in himself but great in Heav'ns esteem With Love of all created things the best Without it more pernicious than the rest For greedy Wolves ungâ—arded Sheep devour But while their hunger lasts and then give or'e Man 's boundless Avarice his want exceeds And on his Neighbors round about him feeds His Pride and vain Ambition are so vast That Delugeâ—like they lay whole Nations wast Debauches and Excess thô with less noise As great a portion of Mankind destroys The Beasts and Monsters Hercules opprest Might in that Age some Provinces infest These more deâ—â—ructive Monsters are the Bane Of ev'ry Age and in all Nations reign But soon would vanish if the World were blest With Sacred Love by which they are represt Impendent death and guilt that threatens Hell Are dreadful guests which here with Mortals
dwâ—llâ— And a 〈◊〉 Conscience mingling with their Joy Thoughts of Despair do's their whole Life annoy But Love appearing all those Terrors flie We live contented and contented die They in whose breast this sacred Love has place Death as a passage to their Joy embrace Clouds and thick Vapors which obscure the day The Suns victorious Beams may chase away Those which our Life corrupt and darken Love The Nobler Star must from the Soul remove Spots are observ'd in that which bounds the year This brighter Sun moves in a boundless Sphere Of Heav'n the Joy the Glory and the Light Shines among Angels and admits no Night CANTO V. THis Iron Age so fraudulent and bold Toucht with this Love would be an Age of Gold Not as they feign'd that Oaks should Honey drop Or Land neglected bear an unsown Crop Love would make all things easy safe and cheap None for himself would either sow or reap Our ready Help and mutual Love would yield A nobler Harvest than the richest Field Famine and Dearth confin'd to certain parts Extended are by barrenness of Hearts Some pine for want where others surfeit now But then we should the use of Plenty know Love would betwixt the Rich and Needy stand And spread Heav'ns bounty with an equal hand At once the Givers and Receivers bless Encrease their Joy and make their Sufferings less Who for himself no Miracle would make Dispens'd with Nature for the Peoples sake He that long Fasting would no wonder show Made Loaves and Fishes as they eat them grow Of all his Power which boundless was above Here he us'd none but to express his Love And such a Love would make our Joy exceed Not when our own but other mouths we feed Laws would be useless which rude Nature awe Love changing Nature would prevent the Law Tygers and Lyons into Dens we thrust But milder Creatures with their freedom trust Devils are chain'd and tremble but the Spouse No force but Love nor Bond but Bounty knows Men whom we now so 〈◊〉 and dang'rous see Would Guardian Angels to each other be Such wonders can this mighty Love perform Vultures to Doves Wolves into Lambs transform Love what Isaiah prophecy'd can do Exalt the Vallies lay the Mountains low Humblethe Lofty the Dejected raise Smooth and make strait our rough and crooked ways Love strong as Death and like it levels all With that possest the great in Title fall Themselves esteem but equal to the least Whom Heav'n with that high Character has blest This Love the Centre of our Union can Alone bestow complete Repose on Man Tame his wild Appetite make inward Peace And Foreign strife among the Nations cease No Martial Trumpet should disturb our rest Nor Princes Arm thô to subdue the East Where for the Tomb â—â—o many Hero's taught By those that guided their Devotion faught Thrice Happy we could we like Ardor have To gain his Love as they to win his Grave Love as he Lov'd a Love so unconfin'd With Arms extended would embrace Mankind Self-Love would cease or be dilated when We should behold as many Selfs as Men All of one Family in Blood ally'd His precious Blood that for our Ransom dy'd CANTO VI. THô the Creation so divinely taught Prints such a lively Image in our thought That the first spark of new Created light From Chaos struck affects our present sight Yet the first Christians did esteem more blest The day of Rising than the day of Rest That ev'ry week might new occasion give To make his Triumph in their memory live Then let our Muse compose a Sacred Charm To keep his Blood among us ever warm And singing as the Blessed do above With our last breath dilate this â—lame of Love But on so vast a Subject who can find Words that may reach th' Idea's of his mind Our Language fails or if it could supply What Mortal Thought can raise it self so high Despairing here we might abandon Art And only hope to have it in our heart But though we find this Sacred Task too hard Yet the Design th'endeavor brings Reward The Contemplation does suspend our Woe And makes a Truce with all the Ills we know As Saul's afflicted Spirit from the sound Of David's Harp a present Solace found So on this Theam while we our Muse engage No Wounds are felt of Fortune or of Age On Divine Love to meditate is Peace And makes all care of meaner things to cease Amaz'd at once and comforted to find A boundless Pow'r so infinitely kind The Soul contending to that Light to flie From her dark Cell we practise how to die Imploying thus the Poet 's winged Art To reach this Love and grave it in our heart Joy so complete so solid and severe Would leave no place for meaner Pleasures there Pale they would look as Stars that must be gone When from the East the Rising Sun comes on Floriferis ut Apes in saltibus omnia libant sic nos Scripturae depascimur aurea dicta Anrea perpetuâ semper dignissima vitâ Nam Divinus Amor cum coepit vociferari Diffugiunt Animi Terrores Lucr. Exul eram requiesque mihi non Fama petita est Mens intenta suis ne foret usque malis Namque ubi mota calent Sacrâ mea Pectora Musâ Altior humano Spiritus ille malo est De Trist. OF Divine Poesie TWO CANTOS Occasioned upon sight of the 53d Chapter of Isaiah turn'd into Verse by Mrs. Wharton CANTO I. POets we prize when in their Verse we find Some great employment of a worthy mind Angels have been inquisitive to know The Secret which this Oracle does show What was to come Isaiah did declare Which she describes as if she had been there Had seen the Wounds which to the Reader 's view She draws so lively that they Bleed a new As Ivy thrives which on the Oak takes hold So with the Prophets may her lines grow old If they should die who can the World forgive Such pious Lines When wanton Sapho's live Who with his Breath his Image did inspire Expects it should foment a Nobler fire Not Love which Brutes as well as Men may know But Love like his to whom that Breath we owe. Verse so design'd on that high Subject wrote Is the Perfection of an ardent Thought The Smoke which we from burning Incense raise When we complete the Sacrifice of Praise In boundless Verse the Fancy soars too high For any Object but the Deity What Mortal can with Heav'n pretend to share In the Superlatives of Wise and Fair A meaner Subject when with these we grace A Giants habit on a Dwarf we place Sacred should be the Product of our Muse Like that sweet Oil above all private use On pain of Death forbidden to be made But when it should be on the Altar laid Verse shows a rich inestimable Vein When dropt from Heav'n 't is thither sent again Of Bounty 't is that he admits our Praise Which does