pâ—aâ—'d to rule alone Love only from thy heart exacts The several dâ—bts thy face contracts And by that new and juster way â—â—cures thy Empire and his sway Fav'ring but one he might compel The hopeless Lover to rebel But shou'd he other hearts thus share That in the whole so worthless are Shou'd into several squadrons draw That strength which kept entire cou'd awe Men would his scatter'd powers deride And conqu'ring Him those spoils divide TO Mr J. N. on his Translations out of French and Italian WHile others toil our Country to supply With what we need only for Luxury Spices and Silk in the rich East provide To glut our Avarice and feed our pride You forreign learning prosperously transmit To raise our Virtue and provoke our Wit You â—orreign learning prosperously transmit To raise our Vertue and provoke our Wit Such brave designs your gen'rous soul inflame To be a bold Adventurer for Fame How much oblig'd are Italy and France While with your voice their Musick you advance Your growing Fame with Envy can oppose Who sing with no less art then they compose In these attempts so few have had success Their Beauties suffer in our English dress By artless hands spoil'd of their native air They seldom pass from moderately fair As if you meant these injuries to atone You give them charms more conqu'ring then their own Not like the dull laborious Flatterer With secret art those graces you confer The skilful Painters with slight stroaks impart That subtil beauty which affects the heart There are who publickly profess they hate Translations and yet all they write translate So proud they scorn to drive a lawfull trade Yet by their wants are shameless Pâ—rates made These you incense while you their thefts reveal Or else prevent in what they meant to steal From all besides you are secure of praise But you so high our expectation raise A genâ—ral discontent we shall declare If such a workman only shou'd repair You to the dead your Piety have shewn Adorn'd their monuments now build your own Drawn in the East we in your lines may trace That Genius which of old inspir'd the place The banish'd Muses back to Greece you bring Where their best airs you so divinely sing The world must own they are by you restor'd To sacred shades where they were first ador'd Virtues Vrania HOpeless I languish out my days Struck with Urania's conqu'ring eyes The wretch at whom she darts these rayes Must feel the wound untill he dies Though endless be her cruelty Calling her beauties to my mind I bow beneath her tyranny And dare not murmur she 's unkind Reason this tamness does upbraid Proffâ—â—ing to arm in my defence But when I call her to my aid She 's more a Traitor then my sense No sooner I the warr declare But strait her succour she denies And joyning forces with the fair Confirms the conquest of her eyâ—s Silvia THe Nymph that undoes me is fair unkind No less then a wonder by Nature design'd She 's the grief of my heart the joy of my eye And the cause of a flame that never can die Her mouth from whence wit still obligingly flows Has the beautiful blush and the smell of the rose Love and destiny both attend on her will She wounds with a look with a frown she can kill The desperate Lover can hope no redress Where beautie and rigour are both in excess In Silvia they meet so unhappy am I Who sees her most love who loves her must die To Celia AS in those Nations where they yet adore Marble and Cedar and their aid implore 'T is not the Workman nor the precious Wood But 't is the Worshipper that makes the God So cruel Fair though Heaven has giv'n thee all We Mortals Virtue or can Beauty call T is we that give the Thunder to your frowns Darts to your Eyes and to our selves the wounds Without our Love which proudly you deride Vain were your Beauty and more vain your Pride All envy'd beings that the world can shew Still to some meaner thing their greatness ow Subjects make Kings and we the numerous Train Of humble Lovers constitute thy Reign This difference only Beauties Realm may boast Where most it favours it enslaves the most And they to whom it is indulgent found Are ever in the rudest fetters bound What Tyrant yet but thee was ever known Cruel to those that serv'd to make him one Valour 's a Vice if not with Honour joyn'd And Beauty a Disease when 't is not kind The Submission AH Pardon Madam if I ever thought Your smallest favors could too dear be bought And the just greatness of your Servants flame I did the poorness of their spirits name Calling their due attendance Slavery Your power of Life and Death flat Tyranny Since now I yield and do confess there is No way too hard that leads to such a bliss So when Hippomanes beheld the Race Where loss was Death and Conquest but a Face He stood amazed at the fatal strife Wondring that Love shou'd dearer be then Lise But when he saw the Prize no longer staid But through those very dangers sought the Maid And won her too O may his Conquest prove A happy Omen to my purer Love Which if the honour of all Victory In the resistance of the Vanquisht lie Though it may be the least regarded Prize Is not the smallest Trophy of your eyes Constancy FEar not my Dear a slame can never die That is once kindled by so bright an eye Look on thy self and measure thence my love Think what a passion such a form must move For though thy Beauty first allur'd my sight Yet now I look on it but as the light That led me to the treasury of thy mind Whose inward virtue in that feature shin'd That knot be confidenâ— will ever last Which Fancy ty'd and Reason has made fast So fast that time although it may disarm Thy lovely face my faith can never harm And age deluded when it comes will find My love remov'd and to thy soul assign'd The passion I have now shall ne're grow less No though thy own fair self should it oppress I could e'en hazard my Eternity Love but again and twill a Heaven be The Indifference THanks fair Urania to your scorn I now am free as I was born Of all the pain that I endur'd By your late coldness I am câ—r'd â—n losing me proud Nymph you lose The humblest Slave your Beauty knows In losing you I but throw down A cruel Tyranâ—t from her Throne â— must confess I ne're could finâ— Your equal or in shape or mind Y 'ave beauty wit and all things know But where you shou'd your love bestow â— unawares my freedom gave And to those Tyrants grew a Slave But would y 'ave kept what you have won You should have more compassion shewn Love is a burthen which two hearts When equally they bear their parts With pleasure carry but no
can love proclam This Aurelia made me shun The paths that common lovers tread Whose guilty passions are begun Not in their Hearts but in their Head I cou'd not sigh and with cross'd arms Lament your Rigour and my Fate Nor tax your beauty with such charms As men adore and VVomen hate But careless live and without Art Knowing my love you must have spi'de And thinking it a foolish part To strive to shew what none can hide The Platonick FAIR Octavia you are much too blaâ— To blow the fire and wonder at the I did converse 't is true so far was mine But that I lov'd and hop'd was wholly thine Not hop'd as others do for a return But that I might without offending burn I thought those eyes which every hour Could not remember all the wounds they Forgotten in the crowd I wisht to lie And of your coldness not your anger die Yet since you know I love 't is now no time Longer to hide let me excuse the crime Seeing what laws I to my passion give Perhaps you may consent that it should live First it never shall a hope advance Of waiting on you but by seeming chance I at a distance will adore your eyes As awful Persians do the Eastern Skies I never will presume to think of Sex Norwith gross thoughts my deathless love perplex I tread a pleasant path without design And to thy care my happiness resign From Heaven it self thy beauty cannot be A freer gift then is my love to thee To a Devout Young Woman PHillis this mighty zeal asswage You over-act your part The Martyrs at your tender Age Gave Heaven but half their heart Old men till past the pleasure ne're Declaim against the sin 'T is early to begin to fear The Devil at fifteen The World to Youth is too severe And like a treacherous light Beauty the Actions of the fair Exposes to their sight And yet this World as old as 't is Is oft deceiv'd by 't too Wise Combinations seldom miss Let 's try what we can do SONG WHEN Aurelia first became The Mistress of his heart So milde and gentle was her reign Thirsis in hers had part Reserves and care he laid a side And gave his Love the Reins The headlong course he now must bide No other way remains At first her cruelty he fear'd But that being overcome No second for a while appear'd And he thought all his own He call'd himself a happier 〈◊〉 Then ever lov'd before Her favours still his hopes out-ran What Mortal can have more Love smil'd at first then looking graâ—â— Said Thirsis leave to boast More joy then all her kindness gave Her fickleness will cost He â—poke and from that fatal time All Thirsis did or said Appear'd unwelcome or a crime To the ungrateful Maid Then he despairing of her heart Would fain have had his own Love answered such a Nymph could part With nothing she had won TO CLORIS CLoris I cannot say your eyes Did my unwary heart surprize Nor will I swear it was your face Your shape or any nameless grace For you are so entirely fair To love a part injustice were No drowning man can know which drop Of water his last breath did stop So when the stars in Heaven appear And joyn to make the Night look clear The Light we no one's Bounty call But the united work of all He that both lips or hands adore Deserves them only and no more But I love all and every part And nothing less can ease my heart Cupid that Lover weakly strikes Who can express what 't is he likes SONG AUrelia art thou mad To let the World in me Envy joyes I never had And censure them in thee Fill'd with grief for what is past Let us at length be wise And the Banquet boldly tast Since we have paid the price Love does easie souls despise Who lose themselves for toyes And escape for those devise VVho tast his utmost joyes To be thus for Trifles blam'd Like theirs a folly is VVho are for vain swearing damn'd And knew no higher bliss Love should like the year be crown'd With sweet variety Hope should in the Spring be found Kind fears and jealousie In the Summer flower should rise And in the Autumn Fruit His Spring doth else but mock our eyes And in a scoff salute SONG LOve still has something of the Sea From whence his Mother rose No time his Slaves from doubt can free Nor give their thoughts repose They are becalm'd in clearest dayes And in rough weather tost They wither under cold delayes Or are in tempests lost One while they seem to touch the Poâ—â— Then straight into the Main Some angry Wind in cruel sport Their Vessel drives again At first disdain and pride they fear Which if they chance to scape Rivalâ— and falshood soon appear In a more dreadful shape By such degrees to joy they come And are so long withstood So slowly they receive the summe It hardly does them good T is cruel to prolong a pain And to defer a Bliss Believe me gentâ—â— Hermione No less inhumane is An hundred thousand oaths your fears Perhaps would not remove And if I gaz'd a thousand years I could no deeper love 'T is fitter much for you to guess Then for me to explain But grant O grant that happiness Which only does remain A Dialogue between Amintas and Celia Celia AMintas I am come alone According as I said But whither is thy Honour flown I fear I am betray'd Thy looks are chang'd and in the place Of innocent desires Methinks I see thy eyes and face Burn with unusal fires Amintas See's not my Celia Nature wear One Countenance in the Spring And yet another shape prepare To bring the Harvest in Look on the Eagle how unlike He to the Egg is found When he prepares his Pownce to strike His Prey against the ground Fears might my Infant Love become T were want of kindness now Should modesty my Hope benum Or check what you allow Celia Amintas hold what could you worse To worst of Women do Ah! how could you a passion nurse So much my Honours Foe Amintas Make not an idol of a Toy Which every breath can shake Which all must have or none enjoy What course so e're we take Whil'st Women hate or Men are vain You cannot be secure What makes my Celia then a pain So fruitless to endure Celia Could I the World neglect for the e Thy love though dear it cost In some unkind conceit of me Would be untimely lost Thou would'st thy own Example fear And every heedless word I chance let fall beyond thy care Would some new doubt afford Amintas If I am jealous 't is because I know not where you love With me fulfil Loves gentle Laws And all my fears remove Celia Women like things at second hand Do half their value lose But whilst all Courtship they withstand May at their pleasure choose Amintas This were a fine Discourse my
must thy Mystriss lose and I my Life I die but dying thine the Fates may prove Their Conquest over me but not my Love Thy Memory my Glory and my pain In spight of Death it self shall still remain Ah! Dear Melintus my hard Fate denies That hope is the last thing which in us diâ—s From my grievd brest all those soft thoughts are fled And love survives although my hope is dead Yyield my life but keep my Passion yet And can all thoughts but of Melintus quit My flame inâ—reases as my strength decayes Death that puts out the light the heat does raise Which leavs me not though I from hence remove I lose my Lover but I keep my Love The figh which sent forth that last tender word Up towards the Heavens like a bright meteor soar'd And the kind Nymph bereft of all her Charms Falls cold and breathless in her Lovers Arms VVhich shews since Death deny'd him then relief That 't is in vain men hope to die with grief Goddess that now my Fate has understood Spare but my tears and freely take my blood Here let me end the story of my cares My grief it self enough the rest declares Thou seest by all my misery thus display'â— VVhether I ought not to implore thy aid Thus to survive a guilt upon me draws And my sad wishes have too just a causâ—â—â— Come then my only hope in every place Thou visitest men tremble at thy face And fear thy name once let thy fatal hand Destroy a Swain that doth the blow demand Vouchsafe thy Dart I need not one of those With which thou dost unwilling Kings depose Thy weakest my desir'd release will bring And free my Soul already on her wing To CELIA YOu tell me Celia you approve Yet never must return my love An answer that my hope destroys And in the cradle wounds our joys To kill at once what needs must die None would to birds and beasts deny How can you than sâ— crueâ— prove As to preserve and â—â—rture love That beauty Nature kindly meant For her own pride and our content Why should the Tyrant honour make Our greatest torment let us break His yoke and that base power disâ—ain Which only keeps the good in pain In Love and War th' Impostor â—o's The best to greatest harms expose Come then my Ceâ—â—a let 's no more This Devil for a God adore Like fooâ—ish Indians we have been Whose whole Religion is a sin If we the Laws of Love had kept And not in dâ—eams of Honâ—ur slept He wou'd have surely long ere this Have crown'd us with the highest bliss Our Joy had then been as compleat As now our Folly has been great Let 's lose no time then but repent Love wlecome's best a Penitent ANSWER THirsis I wish as well as you To Honour there were nothing due Then would I pay my debt of love In the same coin that you approve Which now you must in friendship take T is all the payment I can make Friendship so high that I must say T is rather love with some allay And rest contented since that I As well my self as you deny Learn then of me bravely to bear The want of what you hold most dear And that which Honour does in me Let my example work on thee To CELIA PRinces make laws by which their subjects live And the high gods rules for their worship give How should poor Mortals else a service find At all proportion'd to their mighty Mind Had it been left to us each one would bring Of what he lik'd himself an offering And with unwelcom zeal perhaps displease Th' offended Deity he would appease All powers but thine this mercy do allow And how they wou'd be serv'd themselves do shew A rude Barbarian wou'd his captiv'd fo Fully instruct in what he 'd have him do And can it be my Celia that Lovâ— Less kind then War shou'd to the vanquisht prove Say cruel Fair then would you that my flame Shou'd for a while move under friendships name Or may it boldly like it self appear And its own tale deliver to your ear Or must it in my tortur'd bosome live Like fire in quiet flints and no light give And only then humbly send forth a small Spark when your self does on that subject fall My passion can with any laws comply And for your sake do any thing but die To CLORIS Cloris I justly am betray'd By a design my self had laid Like an old Rook whom in his cheat A run of Fortune does defeat thought at first with a small sum Of love thy heap to overcome Presuming on thy want of art Thy gentle and unpractis'd heart But naked Beauty can prevail Like open force when plots do fail Instead of that thou hast all mine And I have not one stake of thine And like all winners do'st discover A willingness to give me over And though I beg thou wilt not now 'T were better thou should'st do so too For I so far in debt shall run Even thee I shall be forc't to shun My hand alas is no more mine Else it had long ago been thine My heart I give thee and we call No man unjust that parts with all What a Priest says moves not the mind Souls are by love not words combin'd To a Lady who told him he could not Love MAdam though meaner Beauties might Perhaps have need of some such slight Who to excuse their Rigour must Say they our passions do mistrust And that they wou'd more pity shew Were they but sure our loves were truâ— You shou'd those petty Arts despise Secure of what is once your prize We to our Slaves no frauds address But as they are our minds express Tell me not then I cannot Love Say rather you it ne're can move Who can no more doubt of your charms Then I resist such pow'rful arms Whose numerous force that I withstood So long was not through any hope I cou'd Escape their pow'r but through despair Which oft makes Courage on t of fear I trembling saw how you us'd those Who tamely yielded without blows Had you but one of all them spar'd I might perhaps have been ensnar'd And not have thus e're I did yield Call'd Love's whole Force into the Field Yet now I 'm Conquer'd I will prove Faithful as they that never strove All flames in matter where too fast They do not seize the longer last Then blame not mine for moving slow Since all things durable are so The Oak that 's for three hundred years Design'd in growing one out-wears Whilst flowers for a season made Quickly spring up and quickly fade To CLORIS CLoris you live ador'd by all And yet on none your favours fall A stranger Mistress ne're was known You pay us all in Paying none We him of avarice accuse Who what he has does fear to use But what disease of mind shall I Call this thy hated penury Thou wilt not give out of a store Which no profuseness can make
poor Misers when dead may make amends And in their Wills enrich their friends But when thou dy'st thy Treasure dies And thou canst leave no Legacies What madness is it then to spare VVhen we want power to make an Heir Live Cloris then at the full rate Of thy great Beauty and since Fate To Love and Youth is so severe Enjoy'm freely while th' art here Some caution yet I 'de have thee use Whene're thou dost a servant chuse We are not all for Lovers fit No more then Arms or Arts of Wit For Wisdom some respected are Some we see pow'rful at the Bar Some for Preferment waste their time And the steep Hill of Honour climb Others of Love their business make In Love their whole diversion take Take one of those for in one brest Two passions live but ill at rest And even of them I 'de have thee fly All that take flame at every eye All those that light and faithless are All that dare more then think thee faiâ—â— Take one of Love who nothing says And yet whom every word betrays Love in the cradle pretty shews And when 't can speak unruly grows A Farewel to Love ONce more Loves mighty chains are broke His strength and cunning I defie Once more I have thrown off his yoke And am a man and do despise the Boy Thanks to her pride and her disdain And all the follies of a scornful mind I had ne're possest my heart again If fair Miranda had been kind Welcome fond wanderer as ease And plenty to a wretch in pain That worn with want and a disease Enjoys his health and all his friends again Let others waste their time and youth VVatch and look pale to gain a peevish maid And learn too late this dear-bought truth At length they 're sure to be betray'd THough Phillis your prevailing charms Have forc'd me from my Celia's arms That kind defence against all powers But those resistless eyes of yours Think not your conquest to maintain By rigour and unâ—ust disdain In vain fair Nymph in vain you strive For love does seldom hope survive My heart may languish for a time Whilest all your Glories in their prime Can justifie such cruelty By the same force that conquer'd me When age shall come at whose command Those troops of beauties must disband A Tyrants strength once took away What slave so dull as to obey EPILOGUE To every Man in his humour IN treaty shall not serve nor violence To make me speak in such a Playes defence A Play where Wit and Humour do agree To break all practis'd Laws of Comedy The Scene what more absurd in England lies No Gods descend nor dancing Devils rise No captive Prince from nameless Country brought No battel nay there 's not a duel fought And something yet more sharply might be said But I consider the poor Author's dead Let that be his excuse Now for our own VVhy Faith in my opinion we need none The parts were fitted well but some will say Pox on 'em Rogues what made 'em chuse this Play I do not doubt but you will credit me It was not choice but meer necessity To all our writing friends in Town we sent But not a VVit durst venture out in Lent Have patience but till Easter-Term and then You shall have Jigg and Hobby-horse agen Here 's Mr. Matthew our domestique VVit Does promise one of the ten Plays h 'as writ But since great bribes weigh nothing with the just Know we have merits and in them we trust VVhen any Fasts or Holy-days defer The publick labours of the Theatre We ride not forth although the day be fair On ambling Tit to take the Suburb-air But with our Authors meet and spend that time To make up quarrels between sence and rhyme Wednesdays and Fridays constantly we sate Till after many a long and free debate For divers weighty reasons 't was thought fit Unruly sence shu'd still to rhyme submit This the most wholesom Law we ever made So strictly in this Epilogue obey'd Sure no man here will ever dare to break Enter Johnson's Ghost Hold and give way for I my self will speak Can you encourage so much insolence And add new faults still to the great offence Your Ancestors so rashly did commit Against the mighty Powers of Art and Wit When they condemn'd those noble works of mine Sejanus and my best lov'd Cataline Repent or on your guilty heads shall fall The curse of many a rhyming Pastoral The three bold Beauchamps shall revive again And with the London Prentice conquer Spain All the dull follies of the former age Shall rise and find applause upon this Stage But if you pay the great arrears of praise So long since due to my much injur'd Plays From all past crimes I first will set you free And then inspire some one to write like me To a very Young Lady SWeetest bud of Beauty may No untimely frost decay Th' early glories which we trace Blooming in thy matchless face But kindly opening like the Rose Fresh beauties every day disclose Such as by Nature are not shewn In all the blossoms she has blown And then what conquest shall you make Who hearts already dayly take Scorcht in the Morning with thy beams How shall we bear those sad extreams Which must attend thy threatning eyes When thou shalt to thy Noon arise The forsaken Mistress DIALOGUE Phil. TEll me gentle Strephon why You from my Embraces fly Does my love thy love destroy Tell me I will yet be coy Stay O stay and I will feign Thâ—â—gh I break my hâ—art disdain But lest I too unkind appear For ev'ry frown I le shed a tear And if in vain I court thy love Let mine at least thy pity move Ah while I scorn vouchsafe to woo Methinks you may dissemble too Str. Ah Phillis that you wou'd contrive A way to keep my love alive But all your other charms must fail When kindness ceases to prevail Alas no less then you I grieve My dying flame has no reprieve For I can never hope to find Shou'd all the Nymphs I court be kind One Beautie able to renew Those pleasures I enjoy in you When Love and Youth did both conspire To fill our breasts and veins with fire 'T is true some other Nymph may gain That heart which merits your disdain But second Love has still allay The joys grow aged and decay Then blame me not for losing more Then Love and Beauty can restore And let this truth thy comfort prove I wou'd but can no longer love The Divided Heart AH Celia that I were but sure Thy lâ—ve like mine cou'd still endure Tâ—at time and absence which distroy The cares of Lovers and their joy Cou'd never rob me of that part Which you have giv'n me of your heart â—â—â—ers unenvy'd might possess Whole hearts and boast that happiness T was nobler Fortune to divide The Roman Empire in her pride â—â—en on soâ—e low and barb'rous Throne 〈◊〉
one Alas can bear it long alone â—'m not of those who coâ—rt their pain And make an Idol of 〈◊〉 My hope in Love does ne're expâ—re But I lose also the desire Nor yet of those who ill receiv'd Would gladly have strâ—nge things believ'd And if your heart you do â—efâ—nd Their force against your honour bend Who e're does make his Victor less His own low weakness does confess And whiles her pow'r he does defame He poorly doubles his own shame Even that malice does betray And speak concern another way And all such scorn in men is but The smoke of fires ill put out He 's still in torment whom the rage To detraction does engage In Love Indifference is sure The only sign of perfect cure Yet cruel Fair if thou canst prove As happy in some other love As I could once have done in thine The Sun on happier does not shine A Pastoral Dialogue Thirsis STrephon O Strephon once the jolliest Lad That with shrill Pipe did ever Mountain glad While'ome the formost at our Rural Playes The Pride and Glory of our Holy-days Why dost thou now sâ—t musing all alone Teaching the Turtles yet a sadder groan Swel'd with thy Tears why does the neighb'ring Brooâ— Bear to the Ocean what she never took Why do our Woods so us'd to hear thee Sing With nothing now but with thy Sorrows ring Thy Flocks are well and fruitful and no Swain Then thee more welcome to the Hill or Plain Strephon. No loss of these or care of those are left Hath wretched Strephon of his peace berest I could invite the Wolf my cruel Guest And play unmovd while he on all did feast I could endure that every Swain out-run Out-threw out wrestl'd and each Nymph shou'd shun The hapless Strephon But the Gods I find To no such trifles have this Heart design'd A feller grief and sadder loss I plain Then ever Shepherd or did Prince sustain Bright Galatea in whose matchless face Sateru al nnocence with heavenly grace In whose no less to be adored mind With equal light even distant virtues shin'd Chaste without pride though gentle yet not soft Not always cruel nor yet kind too oft Fair Goddess of these Fields who for our sports Though she might well become despised Courts Belov'd of all and loving one alone Is from my sight I fear for ever gone Now I am sure thou wondrest not I grieve But rather art amazed that I live Thirsis Thy case indeed is pitiful but yet Thou on thy loss too great a price dost set Women like days are Strephon some be far More bright and glorious then others are Yet none so wonderful were ever seen But by as fair they have succeeded been Strephon Others as fair and may as worthy prove But sure I never shall another love Her bright Idea wanders in my thought At once my Poyson and my Antidote The Stag shall sooner with the Eagle soar Seas leave their Fishes naked on the shoar The Wolf shall sooner by the Lambkin die And from the Kid the hungry Lion flie Then I forget her face what once I love May from my eyes but not my heart remove To a Lady who fled the sight of him IF I my Celia cou'd perswade To see those wounds her eyes have made And hear whilst I that passion tell Which like her self does so excel How soon we might be freed from care She need not fear nor I despair Such Beauty does the Nymph protect That all approach her with respect And can I offer violence Where love does joyn in her defence This guard might all her fears disperse Did she with Savages converse Then my Celia wou'd surprize With what 's produc'd by her own eyes Those matchless flames which they inspire In her own Breast shou'd raise a fire For Love but with more subtil Art As well as Beauty charms the Heart To a Lady asking him how long he would love her IT is not Celia in our power To say how long our love will last It may be we within this hour May lose those joys we now do taste The Blessed that immortal be From change in love are only free Then since we mortal Lovers are Ask not how long our love will last But while it does let us take care Each minute be with pleasure past Were it not madness to deny To live because w' are sure to die SONG TEll me no more you love in vain Fair Celia You this passion feign Can they pretend to love who do Refuse what Love perswades them to Who once has felt his active flame Dull Laws of Honour will disdain You wou'd be thought his Slave and yet You will not to his pow'r submit More cruel then those Beauties are Whose coyness wounds us to despair For all the kindness which you shew Each smile and kiss which you bestow Are like those cordials which we give To dying men to make them live And languish out an hour in pain Be kinder Ceiia or disdain TO HER EXCELLENCE THE Marchioness OF NEW-CASTLE After the Reading of Her incomparable POEMS Madam WIth so much wonder we are struck When we begin to read your matchless Book A while your own excess of merit stays Our forward Pens and does suspend your Praise Till time our minds does gently recompose Allays this wonder and our duty shews Instructs us how your Virtues to proclaim And what we ought to pay to your Great Fame Your Fame which in your Country has no bounds But wheresoever Learning 's known resounds Those Graces Nature did till now divide Your Sexes Glory and our Sexes Pride Are joyn'd in you and all to you submit The brightest Beauty and the sharpest Wit No Faction here or fiery Envy sways They give you Myrtle while we offer Bays What Mortal dares dispute those Wreaths with you Arm'd thus with Lightning and with Thunder too This made the Great Newcastle's Heart your Prize Your Charming Soul and your Victorious eyes Had only pow'r his Martial Mind to tame And raise in his Heroick Breast a Flame A Flame which with his Courage still aspires As if immortal Fuel fed those Fires This Mighty Chief and your Great Self made One Together the same Race of Glory run Together in the Wings of Fame you move Like yours his Virtue and like yours his Love While we your Praise endeav'ring to rehearse Pay that great Duty in our humble Verse Such as may justly move your Anger You Like Heaven forgive them and accept them too But what we cannot your brave Hero payes He builds those Monuments we strive to raise Such as to after-Ages shall make known While he records your Deathless Fame his own So when an Artist some rare Beauty draws Both in our wonder share and our applause His skill from Time secures the Glorious Dame And makes himself immortal in her Fame EPILOGUE TO TARTUFF Spoken by Himself MAny have been the vain attempts of Wit Against the still-prevailing Hypocrite Once and but once a Poet
Dear If we were not alone But now Love whispers in my ear There 's somewhat to be done She said she never would forgive He kissing swore she should And told her she was mad to strive Against their mutual good What farther past I canot tell But sure not much amiss He vow'd he lovâ—d her dearly well She answered with a kiss SONG GEet you gone you will undo me If you love me don't pursue me Let that inclination perish Which I dare no longer cherish It does of late so fast prevail It must go now or not at all For should it gather farther strength 'T would give my Honour Laws at length With harmless thoughts I did begin But in the Crowd Love entred in I knew him not he was so gay So innocent and full of play At every hour in every place I neither saw nor form'd your face All that in Playes was finely writ My thoughts for you and me were fit My Dreams at night were all of you Such as till then I never knew I sported thus in young desire Chear'd with light free from his fire But now his Teeth and Claws are grown Let me the Fatal Lion shun You found me harmless leave me so For were I not you 'd leave me too SONG PHillis you have enough enjoy'd The pleasures of Disdain Methinks your pride shou'd now be cloy'd And grow it self again Open to Love your long shut Brest And entertain it's sweetest Guest Love that can heal the wounds he gives And can ill usage slight May laugh at all that Fate contrives Full of it's own delight For in his Chains w' are happier far Then Kings themselves without 'em are Leave then to tame Philosophy The joyes of quietness With me into Loves Empire fly And taste my happiness Where even Tears and Sighs can show Pleasures the cruel never know MADAM for your Commands to stay Is the mean duty of a Wretch Whose service you with wages pay Lovers should at occasion catch Not idly wait till it be brought But with the deed o'retake your thought Honour and Love let them give o're Who do their duty and no more AWake my Eyes at night my thoughts pursue Your Charming Shape find it ever new If I my weary breast to sleep resign In gaudy Dreams your love and beauty shineâ— Dreams with such Extasies Pleasures fill'd As to those joyes they seem can only yield Nor do they yield perhaps wou'd you allow Dear Flavia that I once might know SONG PHillis let 's shun the common Fate And let our love never turn to hate I 'le dote no longer then I can Without being call'd a faithless Man VVhen we begin to want Discourse And kindness seems to tast f force As freely as we met we 'le part Each one possest of their own heart Thus whil'st grave Fools themselves undo We 'll Game and give off Savers too So equally the match we 'll make Both shall be glad to draw the stake A smile of thine shall make my bliss I will enjoy thee in a kiss I 'le love and hate just where you do And for 't no other reason know When from this height my love does fall Wee 'l bravely scorn to love at all If thy affection first decay I 'le the whole blame on Nature lay Alas what Cordial can remove The hasty Fate of dying Love I 'le grieve as for a friend deceas'd And with the next as well be pleas'd Thus we will all the World excel In loving and in living well DISTICH ALthough no Art the Fire of Love can tame 'T is oft extingiush't by an equal flame THE painted Apples that adorn Of yon'd fair Tree the Airy top And seems our dull approach to scorn From their weak Stalk must one day drop And out of reach of Mortals plac't Be the vile food of Worms at last Thus ends of Humane things the Pride Born down Times ever-flowing Tide Thy Matchless Beauty that we all Now with such heat and passion court Though kept from worthy Lovers shall Confess its Tyranny but short Then do not Love with Anger meet Nor cruel be to seem discreet Shunning what Nature does intend Things seldom meet a Nobler â—nd SONG NOt Celia that I juster am Or better then the rest For I would change each hour like them Were it my interest But I am ty'd to very thee By every thought I have Should you my heart but once set free I would be no more slave All that is Woman is ador'd In thy dear self I find For your whole Sex can but afford The handsome and the kind Why then should I seek farther store And still make love anew VVhen change it self can give no more 'T is easie to be true SONG THirsis no more against my flame advise But let me be in love and be you wife Here end and there begin a new address Pursue the vulgar easie happiness Leave me to Amaranta who alone Can in my sullen heart erect her Throne know as wâ—ll as you 't is mean to burn For one who to our â—lame makes no return But you like me know not those conquering eyes Which mock prevention by a quick surprize And now like a hurt Deer in vain I start From her that in my breast has hid the Dart. Though I can never reach her Excellence Take somewhat in my hopeless Loves defence Her Beauty is her not esteemed VVealth And Graces move about her eyes by stealth Vertue in others the forc't Child of Art Is but the constant temper of her Heart All charms her Sex so often courts in vain Like Indian Fruit which our cold Earth disdain Iâ— her grow wild as in their Native Air And she has all perfection without care O Loves harms she has a gentle sense 〈◊〉 Beauty else would clogg her innocence Like a wise Prince she rules her servants so That neither want nor Luxury they know None vainly hoping what she may not give Like humble slaves at small expence we live And I the wretched comfort only share To be the last whom she will bid despair SONG I Ask not my Celia would love me again In its own pleasure my love is pay'd I 'le find such excuses for all her disdain That shortly to frown I 'le make her afraid Her neglect of me of her self I 'le think care Her cruelty I her strict Vertue will name When least kind she seems I 'le believ her most near And call her refusal but a Virgins Fame Thus all that was wont heretofore to cure love In me shall increase and stir up the fire I 'le make her at last some kind remedy prove Since all others but increase my desire Whil'st no man enjoyes that which I court in vain And Celia to none is kinder then me To 〈◊〉 Honour I 'le yield and never complain But dyâ— at her feet if so it decree SONG DRink a bout till the day find us These are pleasures that will last Lâ—t no foolish passion blind us Joys of
Love make too much hast Maids are long ere we can win 'um And our Passions wast the while In a Bâ—er Glass we 'l begin 'um Let some Fool take th' other toy Yet we will have store of good Wenches Whom their own high bloods shall court After two or three good Drenches To out-do them at the Sport Joyning thus both Mirth and Beauty To make up our full delight In Wine and Love we pay our Duty To each friendly coming night SONG WAlking among thick shades alone I heard a dying voice Which sighing â—aid now she is gone I 'le make no second choice I look't and saw it was a Swain VVho to the flying wind Did of some Neighbouring Nymph complain Too fair and too unkind He told me how he saw her first And with what gracious eyes And gentle speech that flame she nurst VVhich since she did despise 〈◊〉 Vows she did as fast receive 〈◊〉 could breath 'em to her 〈◊〉 in her Eyes proclaim'd her leave That he alone should woo her They feed their flocks still near one place And at one instant meâ— He gazing on her lovely face Fell deeper in the Net She seem'd of her new Captive glad Proud of his Bondage he No Lover e're a prospect had Of more felicity But the false Maid or never lov'd Or gave so quickly o're E're his was to the heighth improv'd Her kindness was no more Even her dissemblings she let fall And made him plainly see That though his heart she did enthrail Her own was ever free Now least his care should pity move She shuns his very sight And leave him to that hopeless love She did create in spight Her name I could not make him tell Though vowing him my aid He said he never would reveal In Life nor Death the Maid Then a wild look the Shepherd cast And falling underneath A Beach where he had seen her last Resign'd his â—â—most breath SONG AS I sat thoughtful in a shade There I spied a loving pair VVho closely by each other lay'd Past their time in softer care While she look't sadly on the ground On her Eyes the Youth 's were fix't In which me thought he gladly found Jealousie with kindness mixt But his soon dull and heavier grew When she rais'd her drooping Head And told him since he was untrue With his Faith her Love was fled Though Jealousie be full of pain Constant Love can suffer more The death of yours sayes the griev'd Swain Shews it was but weak before The Nymph replyed since you can prove False to one so kind as I Alass how hard is it to love And how easie 't is to dy He answered and did gently seise Her fair hand he did adore Since you can dy with so much ease You can love me still with more Disguise not then your tender heart Fear I should anothers be Betrayes in spight of all your Art That you were born for only me Like gentle Dew on wither'd leaves Love is lost on almost all But the fresh Flower with joy receives That which there would vainly fall To fairest Nymphs Love adds a grace And no kind one can be foul Love gives a Beauty to the â—ace And a softness to the Soul Since therefore fain'd inconstancy With the world deceives you too Henceforth my flame shall rather be Seen by all then not by you As by some waters purling noise Oft repose we soonest find So these fond Turtles murmuring joyes Rock't asleep my restless mind Which I from this blest couple brought Freed from all my duller care But in iâ—â— plâ—ce alaâ—s I thought Him too happie Her too fair SONG The Grave my envy now beget That did my pity move Who by the right of wanting Wit Are free from cares of love Turks honour Fools because they are By that defect secure From slavery and toils of War Which all the rest endure So I that suffer cold neglect And wounds from Celia's Eyes Begin extreamly to respect These Fools that seem so wisâ— T is true they set their silly hearts On things of no delight To pass all day for men of parts They pass alone the night But Celia never breaks their rest Such servants she disdains And so the Fops are dully blest While I endure her chains SONG The Ballers Life THEY have too many hours that employ 'em About Business Ambition or News While we that know how to enjoy 'em Wish in vain for the time which such Blockheads misuse They that toyl in impertinent care May strive to be often at leasure They cannot be worse then they are But we whose business is pleasure Have never a moment to spare With dangerous Damsels we dally Till we come to a closer dispute And when we no more Forces can rally Our kind foes give us leave to retire and recruit Then drooping to Bacchus we fly Who Nobly regarding our merits VVith succours always is nigh And thus reviving our spirits We love and we drink till we die SONG WHEN cold despair Would quench my passion and end all my care Then gentle words and gentle sighs recall My vanishing hopes which fain would stay But stranger fears soon drives my hopes away And back again to grief I fall Her favour thus like Cordials given in vain To dying men does but prolong my pain Ah Gloriana why Like all your other Lovers may not I Have leave alas soon to despair and dy Be rather cruel then but kind in part Hide those soft looks or shew as soft a heart To Celia Celia the faithful servant you disown Wou'd in obedience keep his love unknown But bright Idea's such as you inspire We can no more conceal than not admire My heart at home in my own brest did dwell Like humble Hermit in a peaceful Cell Unknown and undisturb'd it rested there Stranger alike to hope and to dispair But Loves Tumultuous Train doâ—s now invade The sacred quiet of this hollowed shade His fatal flame shine out to every eye Like blazing Comets in a VVinter Sky Fair and severe like Heav'â—â— you injoyn Commands that seem◠〈…〉 your own design Forbidding what your 〈…〉 us to Since if from Heavenly power you will allow That all â—ur faculty 〈…〉 â—lain What â—â—re we will is that the Gods ordain But they and yâ—u â—ights without Limit have Over yâ—ur Creatures and more yours your slâ—ve And I am one born only to admire To humblâ— ' ere to hope scarâ—e to desire A thing whose â—liss depends upon your will Who couâ—d be proud you 'd deign to use him ill How can my passion in â—it your offence That challenges so little recompâ—nce Let me but ever love and ever be The Example of your power and cruelty Since so much sâ—orn does in your brest reside Be more indulgent to its Mother Pride Kiâ—â— all yâ—u strike and trample on their Craves But own the Fates of your neglected slaves When in the crowd yours undistinguish'd lyes You give away the Triumph of your Eyes Permiâ— me
make you-sick But without Complement or Pray'r Which are but words and words but Air Bacchus will take me to his Table And seat me ' midst the jolly Rabble A NEW SONG OF all the brisk Dancers my Saleena for me For I love not a woman unless she be free The affection that I to my Mystriss do pay Grows weary unless she do meet me half-way There can be no pleasure till humour do hit Then Jumping is as good as affection in wit No sooner I came but she lik'd me as soon No sooner I ask'd but She graunted my boon And without a preamble a Portion or Joynter She promis'd to meet me where ere I appoint her So we struck up the Match and Embraced each other Without the consent of Father or Mother Then away with the Lady that 's Modest and Coy Let her end be the pleasure that we do enjoy Let her tickle her Fancy with secret delight And refuse all the day what she longs for at night I believe my Sallena say they are all mad To pick on dry bones while flesh may be had The Pot Rapsodes I Le leave the dish and hugg the Glasse Whatere's the meat give me the sauce Who swallows Crit and never drinks Slike him that speaks before he thinks Meat 's but a gross parenthesis No essence but in liquid bliss Iove were a mortal were it not Hee 's deified by the Pot Europa sat not on his Back Had he not swam through Seas of Sack I 'le mount my thoughts to Giant height I 'm Constellation in conceit I 'le pluck down Sol and mount his Sphere Then sullen Daphne shall appear And seeing me grasp Pboebus rayes Shall cringe and crown me with her Bayes I 'le rape the Moon it shall be said Cynthia ' th chang'd the name of Maid Her twinkling Girles shall all be ta'ne No Virgin left to bear her train Thus Conquering Sun Moon and Stars With gods themselves I 'le wager Warrs Or if on Earth my Minde can rest I 'le be a Monarch at the least Our dull Plebeians shall grow quicker Rincâ—ng their muddy brains in liquor The Miser then shall scatter Cash For Wine shall change his Balderdash And sing and drink and sing Till every subject turn a King The Conquer'd Gods shall make us legs Intreating they may sip the dregs Thus will we tipple till the World Into Oblivion is hurl'd And when we seel Old-Age doth come We 'll post into Elyzium And there our chiefest Joy shall be To think of past Felicitie SONG IT is not Chloris your disdain Can ever cover with despair Or in cold Ashes hide that care Which I have fed with so long pain I may perhaps my Eyes refrain And fruitless words no more impart But yet still serve still serve you in my heart What though I spend my hapless days In finding Entertainments out Careless of what I go about Or seek my peace in skilful ways Applying to my Eyes new Rayes Of Beauty and another flame Unto my heart my heart is still the same 'T is true that I could love no sace Inhabited by cold disdain Taking delight in others pain Your looks are full of native grace Scorn there by chance alone has place And 't is my hope I may in time remove This scorn one day One day by endless Love SONG AH Chloris wou'd the Fates allow We still might love as we love now The world has no such â—oyes in store Fancy it self can wish no more For nothing sure so sweet can prove As pleasures of bâ—ginning Love But Love when to his height arriv'd Of all our Joyes is shortest liv'd His Morning past he sets so soon That none can find his afternoon And of that little time is lent Half in unkindness is mispent Since Face to Love so shore life gives And Loves so tender while he lives Let us remove mean doubts away So to prevent his first decay Like Vines no second wound Love bears But weeps away his life in Tears To CHLORIS CHloris since you my passion know And ev'â—y â—â—â—k my Love â—oes â—how Sinâ—â—â—â—â—â—â—est wâ—ich so â—â—ng did â—way To your soft 〈…〉 gives â—â—y A slave to all the Motions of your Will Why would you have me pine and languish still I know you cannot love to see The many pains that torture me When at your feet my self I lay You always turn your eyes away Beauty a softness from its Nature takes Which cannot look upon the wounds it makes Nor can your tender breast yet be From all Arrests of Passion free No 't is some happier Love I fear Has taken up the Lodgings there While like an importuning Beggar I Turn'd out of doors must thenceforth starve die OCâ—AVIO to PORTIA MAY the bright Portia to whose sway So many Lovers yield each day Not be displeas'd if even to her Octavio dares his hopes prefer And vows none else had e're the pow'r To make him love above an houre 'T is you have found at once the Art To conquer and reform his heart Too much 't was giv'n t'inconstancy before But now 't is so well plac'd â—â—ill change no more Your scorn can ne're put â—ut â—hat Fire VVhich your more powâ—â—â—ul Eyes â—â—spire Be as disâ—ainfu◠〈◊〉 will He 'le sâ—ffâ—r aâ—â—â—nâ—â—ove you still Yet do not you imâ—erious grow Because his humble flames you knâ—w Nor o're your â—lave with rigour â—eign Because he cannot break his chain Like Kings who never treat their Subjects well When they are once assur'd they can't rebel He hopes like all great Beautyes you Take pleasures only to subdue All hearts to love but won't think fit To torture Slaves that bow to it So some brave Hero seeks to kill By all the wayes of force and skill While his proâ—d foe maintains the strife But gives him when he yield his life Hearts that are hardn'd against threatâ—ing steel The gentle touches of compassion feel SONG WHen as my Thirsis first did view me With languishing and charming eyes With many a sigh he seem'd to wooe me And did my foolish heart surprize With those false looks that are in fashion But I my folly loath to own striving to hide that rising passion Care to conceaâ— it made it known For the brisk youth did soâ—â— discover A mighty tumult in my face All the disorder of a Lover When Passions combate in that place Emboldn'd then he streight drew nigh me With gentle sweetness â—n â—is eyes Saying fair Celia do not fly me Or my poor humble heart â—espise A Tribute which I ne're did pay â—et To any Nymph upon the Plain And should you cruelly betray 〈◊〉 But oh that caution was in vain Yet said I love will soon be flying VVhich in a moment has its Birth As the too early Flow'rs are dying The very minute they come forth My Love said he from Fate arising I can no more quit then avoid But Love produc'd from flow advising By the same means might be destroy'd That which I have
for that bright face is A sympathy not lazie love The steel the Loadstone thus embraces And of it self will ne're remove Then many am'rous Vows he uses To vouch his constancy and truth Hard is that heart that once refuses To love and trust the lovely Youth He playes then with my dangling Tresses And humbly gaâ—e on my face Kisses my hand my breast he presses Ala's with too bewitching Grace My blood grew â—hill my heart too panting Like the genâ—â—â— Murmâ—ring Dâ—veâ— The skillful Youth no â—â—â—â—ing wanting That fatal minute soon improves He gently then lays me down by him And many winning Oâ—ths he swore Asking what I â—ou'd not deny him He had subdu'd me so before Ah then he rob'd me of that treasure Which ne're can be reiâ—â—r'd again But Oh the pain yet Oh the pleasure And Oh that both might still remain But soon alas from me hâ— parted And now in vain I make my moan Since mâ— he saâ—â—ly has dâ—sâ—rtâ—d I 'le sigh and pine and dyâ— alone SONG THough Damon is haughty â—and seems to despise The fâ—tteâ—s he lately has wâ—rne Yet â—e kâ—â—ws in â—is soul that his Phillis's eyes Were she willing coulâ— conquer his scorn Then let not presumption so blind thee fond Damon To think that this â—umour shall e're bring my flame on If he had been humble obliging and free Perhaps I had pity'd his pain Bâ—t sinâ—â— pride and Inconstancy in him I see He shall know H' has but lengthen'd his chayn For now I perceive what the Fop does endeavour My Arts shall detain him my Captive for ever SONG If thou boast an Empire Cupid Why do'st thou permit thy State Cowardlike as blind as stupid To be rul'd by a greater Fate Fate in thy affairs seems rectour Lovers spite of thee may fall Lasse poor child th' arâ— no Proctor Fate is Governour of aâ—l Neither have thine Arrows power Since it was my Celia's eyes Blasted me thou canst not bow her Save with me she sympathize Nor e're was that yet procured By thine but b' a nat'ral Art Nature 't was that first inured Joyning bodies well as hearts SONG to LUCINDA LUcinda since we have confess'd To each other each others love Why should our flames be still suppress'd And not to Action move Both kindled at the first kind Enterview And both with equal care and vigour grew Mine scorch'd and scorch'd nor durst your passion say You lov'd till forc'd they did themselves betray Now let us study to improve Our Passions with that fire That may not quickly waste our love But still preserve desirâ— And silently enjoy at such a rate That distance may our Fancies recreate Dealing our Loves with that equalitie As born together so their Deaths may be Lucinda shall but whisper'd be Us'd as the Names of Saints And call'd on as a Deity To satisfie Complaints No other wishes dare attempt my breast Now 't is with bright Lucinda so possess'd She fills my thoughts with glory then I 'le cry Lucinda loves Lucinda so do I. To his Mistriss A Flame as sacred as the vowes of those Who to devotion do their lifes dispose My love has nourish'd and to you It is an off'ring due And with you let it burne Though I may hope but small return Yet may my doubtfull thoughts have rest To know 't is harbour'd in your breast Where is but kindly cherish'd I 'le not fear But it may kindle the like passion there A flame it is as chast as your own thought Free from the vices Nature would have taught Refin'd by virtues that attend A Lover and a friend With freedom then you may receive What with such Innocence I give And if some heat from you't procures Ther 's still no fear of hurting yours For in that Love no poyson is convâ—y'd Where friendship is the chief ingredient mâ—â—â— My love thus lodg'd I could contented live But when I think how true how much I give Your gen'rous mind bids me expect From you the like effect Then fear not boldly to bestow Your love where you in reason owe. For that and Justice too will say It is a debt you ought to pay But if your inclination disapprove My resolution shall be still to love SONG FAith now my dear I must prevaile I know you 'l not deny me For if I wait another gale This fortune then may fly me Come let 's enjoy I am resolv'd There is no danger near us Safe as in Rocks w' are here involv'd Where none can ' spy nor hear us The pleasant murmures of the Trees Our gentle whispers smother And since no Sun nor Moon can see Wee 'l wink at one another Silent and vigorous wee 'l be As Birds in our imbraces I neither will nor shalt thou see The Language of our faces Our souls alone shall have discourse Till ev'ry sence is stupid And w' are inspir'd by a fresh force To propagate a Cupid To FLORIDA FLorida why wilt thou marry Now the World is grown so wide Liberty wou'd have you tarry Till Convenience make you Bride Husband is a word sounds dully Fit for gravity and Age Dear my life my joy my bully Are the words that more ingagâ— I 'de not have thee out of fashion Whilst thy youth and beauty holds But to most have equal passion And to some stark kind and cold Humour in the greatest lovers Is allow'd t' admit of change Since the wise do shoot at revers 'T is no crime for us to range The distracted LOVER to the Ayre of Awake all ye dead I M'e now in love but Oh but Oh How severe are th' effects thâ—t from thence do flâ—w Diseases are trifles to their cruelty Those create but a pain these misery Distracted souls so made by Love Are blest they cannot disapprove The harsh practices that fate on them do's throw Whom lov's little God by his power brings to woe Then cruel she or come or come And allot me thy breast or a tomb a tomb 'T is nobler far to kill to kill A condemn'd stave then to keep him still With his breast full of horrour expecting then Ev'ry moment a death yet knows not when Conquest delay'd in none is brave When they may give a suddain grâ—ve To those that are cloath'd in black despair Delayes like some poisons corrosive are Then once more send thine eye theine eye That will sureâ—y destroy and I dye I dye To LAURINDA LAurinda thou canst shew alone More Beauty then was ever shown I 've rov'd and find no smiles T' express thine eyes by but thine eyes Angels we see not but by thee We may conclude such creatures be Where then we do so much perfâ—ction find We know that body must have such a mind Thou needst no Arts nor Artifice For Ornaments but this is this And mayst thy self thy self prefer In Church or Court or Theatre VVhere needfull Females shew their tricks As nature too had Hereticks And this with care so plainly have devis'd As if 't were glorious
A Collection OF POEMS Written upon several OCCASIONS By several PERSONS With many Additions Never before in Print LONDON Printed for Tho. Collins and Iohn Ford in Fleetstreet and Will. Cademan at the Popes 〈◊〉 New-Exchange Straâ—d 1673. THE TABLE THe Temple of Death Page â— To Ceâ—ia You tell me Celia you approve 14 Answer 〈◊〉 I wish as well as you 18 To Celia Princes make Laws by which 19 To Cloris Cloris I justly am beâ—rayâ—d 21 To a Lady who told him he could not Love 22 To Cloris Cloris you live ador'd by all 24 A farewel to Love 27 Song Though Phillis your prevailing Charms 28 Epilogue to every Man in his humour 29 To a very â—oâ—ng Lady 32 The Forsaken Mistress 33 The Divided Heart 36 To M. J. N. on his Translations out of French and Italian 37 〈◊〉 Urania 40 To Sâ—lvi Tâ—e Nymph that undoeâ— me 41 To Celia As in those Nations where 42 The Submission 43 Câ—nstancy 44 Tâ—e â—â—dâ—fference 46 A Pastorâ—l Dialogue 49 To a Lady who fled the sight of him 52 To a Lady who askt him how long he would Love her 53 Song Tell me no more you love in vain 54 To the Marchioness of New Castle on her Poems 56 Epilogue to Tartuff 5â— The Imperfect Enjoyment 61 Prologue at the opening of the Dâ—ke's New Play-House 65 Falling in Love with a Stranger at a Play 67 Indifference excused 69 Tâ—e Platonick 71 To a Dâ—vout Young Woman 73 Song When Aurâ—lia first became 74 To Cloris Cloris I cannot say your Eyes 76 Song Aâ—relia art thou mad 77 Song Love still has something of the Sea 79 A Dialâ—gue between Amintas and Celia 82 Song Get you gone you will undo me 85 Song Phillis you have enough enjoy'd 88 Song Madam for your Commands to stay 89 Awake my Eyes at night my thoughts pursue 90 Song Phillis le ts shan the Common Fate ib. Distich 92 The painted Apples that adorn ib. Song Not Celia that I juster am 94 Thirsis no more against my flame advise 95 Song I ask not my Celia would love me again 97 Song Drink about till the day finde us 98 Song Walking among thick shades alone 99 Song As I sat thoughtfull in a shade 102 â—ong The Grave my Envy now begets 106 The Ballers Life A Sâ—ng 108 Song When Cold Deâ—pâ—iâ— 109 To Celia Celia the faithful servant you disown 116 To Celia All things submit themselves to your Commands 113 As he laâ— in the Plain his Arm 116 Song How charming are those pleasant 118 Song Give o're foolish heart and make haste 120 Song With so much ingrateful Swains 121 Song Dear Amâ—nda in vain you so coily 127 A Panegyrick sent by a Gentleman to his Mystress with his Picture 124 A Letter sent from a Gentleman to his Friend 12â— A Memento Mori 134 Song Of â—ll the brisk Dancers 135 The Pot Rapsodes 136 Song It is not Chloris 137 Song Ah Chloris 140 Song To Chloris 141 Octavio to Portia 142 Song When as my Thirsis 144 Song Though Damon 148 Song If thou boast 149 Song To Lucinda 150 To 〈◊〉 Mystress 152 Soâ—g Faâ—th now my Dear 154 To 〈◊〉 155 The distractâ—d Lover to the Ayre of Awake all ye 〈◊〉 156 To Laâ—rinda 1â—8 Prologue to the Impertinent Acted at the Midâ—le Temple 159 Prologue at Oxford 161 Prologue to the Ordâ—â—ary 163 Epilogue to the Ordinary 166 A Prologue spoken at Court to the Empâ—ress of Morocco 168 A Part spoken by the Lady Elizabeth Howard 170 Another Prologue spoken at Court to the Emperess of Morocco 1â—2 Song Forgive me Jove 175 Song Aâ— cruel eyes 176 Song Nay Let me alone 177 Song In the Dutch Lover 1â—8 Song Oâ— the time that is past â—â—8 Song On the London Ladies 183 THE TEMPLE OF DEATH IN those cold Climates where the Sun appears Unwillingly and hides his face in tears A dreadful Vale lies in a Desart-Isle On which indulgent Heaven did never smile There a vast Grove of aged Cypress Trees Which none without an awful horrour sees Into its wither'd arms depâ—iv'd of leaves Whole flocks of ill-presaging Birds receives Poysons are all the plants the soyl will bear And Winter is the only season there Millions of graves cover the spacious field And springs of blood a thousand Rivers yield Whose streams opprest with carcases and bones Instead of gentle murmurs pour forth groans Within this Vale a famous Temple stands Old as the Universe which it commands Round is its figure and four Iron Gates Divide the World by order of the Fates There come in crouds doomd to one common grave The young the old the Monarch and the Slave Old age and pains which Mankind most deplores Are faithful Keepers of those sacred doors All clad in mournful blacks which also load The sacred walls of this obscure abode And Tapers of a pitchy substance made With clouds off noak increase the dismal shade A Monster void of Reason and of Sight The Goddess is that sways this Realm of Night Her Power extends o're all things that have breath A cruel Tyrant and her name is Death The fairest object of our wondring eyes Was newly offer'd up her sacrifice Th' adjoyning places where the Altar stood Yet blushing with the fair Almeria's blood When sad Melintus whose unhappy flame Is known by all that ere converst with fame His mind possest with fury and despair Within the sacred Temple made this prayer Great Deity who in thy hands dost bear That rusty Scepter which poor Mortals fear Who wanting eyes thy self respectest none And neither spar'st the Lawrel nor the Crown Oh! thou whom all Mankind in vain withstands Each of whose blood must one day stain thy hands Oh thou that every eye which sees the light Closest again in an eternal night Open thy ears and hearken to my grief To which thy Power alone can give relief I come not hither to prolong my fate But wish my wretched life a shorter date And that the Earth would in its bowels hide A soul which Heaven invades on every side That from the sight of day I might remove And might have nothing left me but my love Thou only Comforter of Mindes opprest The Port where wearied spirits are at rest Conductet to Illysium take my life My brest I offer to thy sacred knife So just a grace deny not nor despise A willing though a worthless sacrifice Others their frail and mortal state forgot Before thy Altars are not to be brought Without constraint the noise of dying rage Heaps of the slain of every sex and age The blade all reaking in the gore it shed With several heads and arms confus'dly spread The rapid flames of a perpetual fire The groans of wretches ready to expire This Tragick Scene makes them in terrour live Till that is forc'd which they should freely give Yielding unwillingly what Heaven wilâ— have Their fears eclipse the glory of their Grave Before thy face they make undecent moan And feel an hundred deaths in
fearing one The flame becomes unhallowed in their brâ—st And he a Murtherer who was a Priest His hands profan'd in breaking Natures chain By which the body does the fool detain But against me thy strongest forces call And on my head let all the tempest fall No shrinking back shall any weakness shew And calmly I 'le expect the fatal blow My limbs no trembling in my mind no fear Plaints in my mouth nor in my eyes a tear Think not that time our wonted sure relief That universal cure for every grief VVhose aid so many Lovers oft have found VVith like success can ever heal my wound Too weak's the Power of Nature or of Art Nothing but death can ease a broken heart And that thou mayst behold my helpless state Learn the extreamest rigour of my fate Amidst th'innumerable beauteous Train Paris the Queen of Cities does contain The fairest Town the greatest and the best So fair Almeria shin'd above the rest From hâ—r bright eyes to feel a hopeless flame Was of our youth the most ambitious aim Her chains were marks of honour to the brave She made a Prince wheâ—e're she made a Sâ—avâ— Love under whose tyrannick power I grâ—an Shew'd me this Bâ—auty ere ' â—was fully blown Her doubtfâ—l hand and her anpractis'd look Their first assurance from my Conquest took By wounding me she leaâ—â—t the fatal Art And the first sigh she had was from my heart My eyes with tears wetting her snowy arms Render'd the tribute due unto her charms But as I soonest of all Mortals paid My vows and to her beauty alâ—â—rs made So amongst all those slaves that sigh'd in vain She thought me only worthy of her chain Lovâ—s heavy burden my submissive heart Endur'd not long before the bore her part My violent flame melted her frozen brest And in soft sighs her pity she exprest Her gentle voice allayd my raging pains And her fair hands sustain'd me in my chains Tears from her eyes attended on my moan And they lookt kindly upon me alone My hopes and dangers were less mine then hers Those filled her soul with joys and these with tears Our hearts united had the same desires And both alike burn'd with impatient fires Too faithful Memory I give thee leave Thy wretched Master kindly to deceive Make me not once possessor of her charms Let me not find her languish in my arms Past joyes are now my cruel fancies Theams Make all my happy nights appear but dreams Let not those scenes before my eyes be brought But hide her love from my tormenting thought And in its place disdainful beauty shew Iâ— thou would'st not be cruel make her so And something to abate my deep despair Oh let her seem less gentle or less fair But I in vain flatter my wounded mind Never was Nymph so lovely or so kind No cold repulses my desires supprest I seldom sigh'd but on Almeria's brests Of all the passions which mankind destroy I only felt excess of love and joy Numberless pleasures charmed my sence and they Were as my love without the least allay As pure alas but not so sure to last For like a pleasant dream they all are past From Heaven her beauty like fierce lightning came which breaks through darknes with a glorious flame A while it â—hines a while our sight it chears But soon the shâ—rt-liv'd comfort disappears And thunder follows whose resistless rage None can withstand and nothing can asswage So oft the light which those bright flashes gave Serves to conduct us only to our Grave When I had first begun Love's joys to taste Those full rewards for fears and dangers past A Fever seiz'd her and to nothing brought The richest work that ever Nature wrought All things below alas uncertain stand The firmest Rocks are plac'd upon the Sand Under this Law both Kings and Crowns must beâ—â—â— For no beginning is without an end A sacrifice to Time Fate dooms us all And at the Tyrants feet we daily fall Time whose bold hand alike does bring to dust Mankind and Gods in which Mankind does trust Though now her wasted spirits begin to faint Her patience ties her tongue from all complaint And in her heart as in a Fort remains But yet at last yields tâ— her resistless pains Thus while the Fever amorous of his prey Through all her veins makes his delightful wayâ— Her Fates like Semile's the Flames destroy That beauty they too eagerly enjoy Her charming face is in its Spring decay'd Pale grows the Roses and the Lillies fade Her skin has lost that â—ustre which surpast The Sun's and did deserve as long to last Her eyes which us'd to pierce the hardest hearts Are now disarm'd of all their flames and darts Those Stars nâ—w heavily and slowly move And sorrow triumphs in the Throne of Love The Fever every moment more prevails Its rage her body feeâ—s and Tongue bewails She whoâ—e disdain so many Lovers prove Sighs new for Torment as they â—â—gh for Love And with loud crys which rend the neighb'ring air Wounds my sad heart and wakens my despair Both gods and men I charge now with my loss And wild with gries my thoughts each other cross My heart and tongue labour in both extreams That sends up humble prayrs while this blasphemes I ask their help whose Power I defie And mingle sacriledge with Piety But that which do's still more perplex my mind To love her truly I must seem unkind So unconcern'd a face my sorrow wears I still restrain unruly floods of tears My Eyes and Tongue put on dissembling forms I shew a calmness in the midst of storms I seem to hope when all my hopes are gone And almost dead with grief discover none But who can long deceive a loving eye Or with dry eyes behold his Mistress dye When Reason had with all its terrours brought Thâ— approaching danger nearer to my thought Off on a sudden fell the forc't disguise And shew'd a sighing heart in weeping eyes My apprehensions now no more confin'd Expos'd my sorrows and betrayd my mind The fair afflicted Soan perceives my tears Explains my sighs and thence concludes my fears With sad presages of her hopeless case She reads her Fate in my dejected Face Then feels my torment and neglects her own While I am senfiâ—â—e of hers alone Each does the others burden kindly bear I fear her Death and the bewaâ—ls my fear Although we suffer under Fortunes darts 'T is those of Love alone which reach our hearts Mean-while the Fever mocks at all our fears Grows by our sighs and rages at our tears Those vain effects of our as vain desire Like Wind and Oyl increase the fatal fire Almeria feeling th'unjust destinies About to shut her lips and close her eyes Weeping in mine put her fair trembling hand And with these words I scarce could understand Her Passion in a dying voice express'd Half and her sighs alas made out the rest 'T is past this pang Nature forsakes the strife Thou
then to glory in my Chains My fruitless sighs and my unpitied pains Perhaps obtaining this you 'll think I find 〈◊〉 Mercy then your Anger hasâ—d sigâ—â—d But Love has carefully contriv'd for me The last perfection of Misery For to my State those hopes of Common peace Which Death affords to every Wretch must cease My worst of Fates attends me in my Grave Since dying I must be no more your Slave To CELIAE ALL things submit themselvs to your command Fair Celia when it does not Love withstand The power it borrowed from your eyes alone All but himself would yield to who has none Were he not blind such are the Charmes you have He 'd quit his Godhead to become your Slave Be proud to act a Morâ—aâ— Heroes part And thrâ—w himseâ—f for Fame on his own Dart But Fate hath otherwise dispos'd of things In different Bonds subjecting Slaves and Kings That Fate like you resistless does ordain That Love alone should over Beauty Reign By Harmony the Universe does move And what is Harmony but mutual Love See gentle Brooks how quietly they glide Kissing the rugged Banks on either side Whilst in their Christal Stream at once they show And with them feed the Flowers which they bestow Though prest upon by their too rude embrace In gentle murmurs they keep on their pace To their Lov'd Sea for even streams have desire Cool as they are they feel Love's pow'rfull fires And with such passion that if any force Stoâ— or molestâ—um in their Am'rous course They swell with rage break down and ravage ore The Bâ—nks they kiss'd the flowers they sed before Who would resist an Empire so Divine Which Universal Nature does enjoyn Submit then Celia er'e you be reduc'd For Rebels vanquisht once are vilâ—ly us'd And such are you when e're you dare obey Another passion and your Love beâ—â—ay You are Loves Citadels by you he reigns And his proud Empire o're the World maintains He trusts you with his Stratageâ—s and Arms His frowns his smiles all his conquering charms Beauty 's no more but the dead Sâ—yl which Love Mannures and does by wise Commerce improve Sayling by Sighes through Seas of tears he sends Courtship from Forraign hearts For your own ends Cherish a Trade for as with Indians we Get Gold and Jewels for our Trumpery So to each other for their useless â—oyes Lovers afford Inestimabâ—e Jâ—yes But if you 're â—ond of Trisles be and starve Your Gugaw Reputation preserve Live upon Modesty and empty Fame Foregoing Sense for a fantastick Name SONG As he lay in the Plain his arm under his head And his Flock feeding by the fond Celadon said Love's a sweet passion why does it torment 〈◊〉 a bitter said he whence are Lovers content Since I suffer with pleasure why should I complain Or gâ—â—eve at my Fate when I know 't is in vain Yâ—t so plâ—asing the pain is so soft is the Dart That at once it both wounds me tickles my heart To my self I sigh often without knowing why And wâ—ence abâ—â—â—t from Phillis mâ— thinks â— could die But oh what a pleasure still follows my pain When kinde Fortune do's help me to see her again In her eyes the bright Stars that foretel what 's to come By soft stealth now and then I examine my doom I press her hand gently look languishing down And by passionate silence I make my love known But oh how I 'm blest when so kind she do's prove By some willing mistake to discover her love When in striving to hide she reveals all her flame And our Eyes tell each other what neither dare name SONG HOw Charming are those pleasant pains Which the successfull Lover gains Oh! how the longing Spirit flies On scorching sighes from dying eyes Whose intermixing Rayes impart Love's welcome Message to the heart Then how the active Pulse grow'n warm To every sense gives the Alarm But oh the Raptures and the Qualms When Love unites the melting Palms What extasies what hopes and fears What pretty talk and am'rous tâ—ars To these a thousand Vowes succeed And then oh Hâ—avens the secret deed When sense and Soul are bath'd in bliss Think dear Aminda think on this And curse those hours we did not prove The ravishing delights of Love SONG GIve or foolish heart and make hast to despair For Daphne regards not thy vows nor thy prayer When I plead for thy passion thy pains to prolong She courts her Ghittar and replies with a Song No more shall true Lâ—vers thy Beanty adore Were the Gods so severâ— men would worship no more No more will I wait like a Slave at thy dore I 'le spend the cold nights at thy window no more My lungs in long sighs I no more will exhale Since thy Pride is to make me grow sullen and pale No more shall Amintas thy pity implore Where the Gods so ingrate men would worship no more No more shall thy Frowns or free humor perswade To court the fair Idol my Fancy has made When thy Saints so neglected their follies give o're Thy Deity 's lost and thy Beauty 's no more No more c. How weak are the Vows of a Lover in pain VVhen flatter'd by hope or oppress'd by disdain No sooner my Daphne's bright Eyes I review But all is forgot and I vow all anew No more cruel Nymph I will murmure no more Did the Gods seem so fair men would worship them more SONG WIth so much ease ingrateful Swains Your faithless vows have cur'd your pains You think by those your perjuries betray'd That all arâ— false or else may so be made And ev'ry smile or pleasing word proclaimes The coldest Nymph an offâ—ing to your flames Vain Sâ—epherd know that now 's the time To â—â—ffâ—r for thy boasted crime Repeated Vows with me less credit find Then smiling Sea's or the uncertain Wind. Deep Sighs and frequent tears as things of course So common are that they have lost their force Thy Passions Truth will best appear Disguis'd in doubts and guilty fear When all the Heart and careful Tongue conceal The Sense disorder'd and the Eyes reveal Such dark confusion makes the flame shine bright So stars are best discern'd through shades of night One stol'n look can better woe Then Sighs and Tears and Vowes can doe The falsest Hearts like empty Vessels found But may thy feign'd become a real wound That thy severer Pennance may declare How great mens crimes and womens virtues arse SONG DEar Aminda in vain you so coily refuse What nature and Love do inspire That formal old way which your Mother did use Can never confine the desire It rather adds Oyl to the fire When the tempting delights of woing are lost And pleasure 's a Duty become We both shall appear like some dead Lovers ghost To frighten each other from home And the Genial bed like a Tombe Now low at your feet your fond Lover will lye And seek a new Fate in your eyes One Amorous smile
will exalt him so high He can all but Aminda despise Then change to a frown and he dies To love and each other we 'll ever be true But to raise our Enjoyments by Art We 'll often fall out and as often renew For to wound and cure the smart Is the pleasure which captives the Heart A PANEGYRICK sent by a Gentleman with his Picture to his Mystriss Go Envied Picture With her leave presume To go where banish'd I must never come Thou art not from Orinda's Eyes debar'd She doom'd the substance but the shadow spar'd How different is my punishment to theirs Who for their fins are sent to offer Prayers And visit Saints at some far distant shrine But my hard pennance is to stay from mine Yet this may freely pass she 's pleas'd to grant My Deputy may visit my fair Saint My Duty to my Picture I resign The Pilgrim That but the Devotion 's Mine Since I 'm debarr'd the freedom to be just To this small Envoy I my vows intrust This dumb Sollicitour plac'd in my stead May minde you of that cause it cannot plead Whene're you look on this think on my state And let my Offering be my Advocate But go thou false Dissâ—mbler For each Line Which while with her kind Presence blest was mine Now in her absence no Resemblance bears To look like Me it wants my Griefs and Tears Wanting her presence all my looks and sence Which were employ'd t' admire her Excellence She gon are grown so stupid and so dull My shadow wants a Body I a Soul To him that Loves the gentle Fates allow A Constancy in all things but his Brow He may look Dull or Gay be Mean or Brave As he 's a happy or a wretched Slave Who then Paints Me Must draw me in my Chains each Feature mould Just as the state I with my Conq'râ—ur hold And to describe each Line must look on You Beauty that can make Shadows False or True However go and her fair Hand salute Thy want of Merits she will ne'â—e dispute So much of Heav'n reigns in her Generous Heart She can give Honours though to undesert If my best Hopes prove true and she prove Kind Thou from her Favours mayst Preserment find She may vâ—uchsafe to wear thee at her Brest Thus Worn thus Rayâ—â—d thus honour'd thus Blest Had it but half the Love and flames I felt I would burst the Chrystal and the Gold would melt And at th' approach of so sublime a Bliss Break through its Prison walls to force a Kiss But oh that Blessing 's not for souls and Sence Her Virtues cherish nought but Innocence Dull Picture cold and senceless as thou art Thou mayst press neare her Bosâ— me and her Heart That Rape is not for Flesh and Blood design'd Her Smile 's too great a blâ—ssing for Mankind Though thou' rt a poor â—ow Present yet that Seat Her Bâ—some wâ—lâ— enâ—tâ—â—l thee Rich and Great Thy cancelâ—â— Imperfections then are ceast The Sacred Lâ—dging Conâ—eâ—rates the Guest Thy Price is from my Entertâ—â—nment given T' is the Heâ—ven makes the Sâ—inâ—s â—â—noâ— they Heavn T' is thy Exâ—â—ted â—â—â—e thy Worth declares Base Meteâ—â—s tâ—us wâ—en 〈…〉 high â—â—em Stars From her fair Hand thy borrowed Lustre hold She can lend value to thy worthless Gold But if her favours can the Gift advance How much would they the Offerers worth in hance I 'de tell her were it not a thought I find Too large to be to breath and words confin'd How blest how proud how glorious I should be How Generous how Divine how Charming she To make her Acts of Grace thus near of Kin To wear this at her Breast and Me within A LETTER sent from a Gentleman to his Friend DEAR Iack I wonder what a devil Obliges thee to be so Civil Thus long to stay in Countrey-village To minde thy Fathers Ploughs and Tillage When we in Town for our diversion Drink hard sometimes to cure a Tertian And twenty other things as Hector And VVench which Iack thou mayst conjecture VVe want thee 'Faith to help us out here VV' are damnably put to the Rout-here For t'other day seven Bacchanalians Fell briskly on us they were Aliens And to those jolly Rites inur'd We drunk while drink could be endur'd Sev'n Brimmers in a Hand went round In which sev'n worthy Wights were drown'd Poor Shallow Ned that night lay rough And ever since has had a Cough Which makes Him bark like angry Puppy 'Gainst those who such large doses sup-ye But wenching He do's much delight in And is esteem'd an Arrant Knight in Besides the Rogue do's know some women That are not Whores I mean not common To one of which who he protested Was with all Ornaments invested He led me When rest from drink had lent me leisure A Miss for wedlock Iack not pleasure I laugh'd in sleeve to think the Youngster Imagin'd I would keep a Long-stir With Complements as for my life And all to yoke my self with wife Though as I live I still must own Her beauty might become a Throne But I like Rogue indoctrinated In such Intrigues devoutly prated Much modish Nonsence which as good hap Or Love wou'd have it stir'd her blood up With such delight that all our discourse Was from our eyes where Love had 's Course So free that kisses were as common As those we give to naughty woman And mingled palms had bred such heat That all our Love came out in sweat Of which I this took Notice Dammee Madam said I your hands are Clammy She blush'd and look'd as if displeas'd When I to mend the matter Laugh'd at my impudence and this pleas'd But I 'le be short this my first visit So well on my part did solicit That ere months end to me a whole-age I of my Miss had better Knowledge But now methinks I see thy Grotto Where on 's inscrib'd the antient Motto Which us'd to me to be thy Story Debauch'd Young men Memento Mori And now That thou mayst see I make no waste on 't I have thought fit to give th' a Tast on 't A Memento Mori AH the sad houre When friends shall loure And say He 's breathing now his last When thoughts of Love and Drink are past When Tyrant Death usurps that brain Where little Maggot us'd to reign And with its damn'd unmodish Witches Pulls out the flame of my Caprici's And with ill tasts that Mouth 's infecting Which Cheats in Wine was still detecting When ' stead of Frontigniac or Champaign They give me juice of E La Campane And ' stead of Songs and bawdy Verses One Hopkins's damn'd Rime rehearses Another he falls on his Knees That that alone is a Disease For Iack thou knowst I ne're could pray Unless 't were on a Holiday When Organ Voice and Violin Wheedles our wicked thoughts from sin And then methinks I am in Heaven With Bacchus drinking Brimmers seven When Pan and Phoebus make us Musick Without which praying wou'd
great Sir may soon remove their fâ—are And ease those hearts where you 've the greatest share Yâ—u with a smile can troubled minds assure As with a Touch you sickly bâ—â—iâ—s cure To the Audience Now Gallants somthing should to you be said But Bâ—auty better much then Wiâ— can plead None will this fair Petitioner withstand I can but only beg She may command Spoken by the Lady Elizabeth Howard As tiu'rous â—â—vâ—rites that have slighted long A Faâ—tion which at last they finde grow strong Think with themselvs how they bâ—time may close And make a Peacâ— with thâ— iâ—â—revailing foes So ouâ— young Ladies almost dead with fear Reflection â—â—l they mâ—y have anger'd here And with a flâ—ttâ— riâ—g Prologuâ— would â—xcuse Tâ—◠〈◊〉 rigour which thâ—y once did use This humblâ— Erranâ— I am sent to doâ— Buâ— it woulâ— ill bâ—câ—me 〈◊〉 to woo Noâ— shall we need â—t sure to such as you Mâ—thinks you should not râ—il at us to day And you are too gallant to minde the Play But though you do we hope at last each scene VVhere we shall act will takâ— tho' ne're so mean In a fine â—adies Mouth all fine will show As wiâ—â—s blow sweet when they through Gardens blow Use wâ—ll the Power we put into your hands And know long at iâ—s height no Empire stands You were at ours we at your mercy now And must like Vassals to our Vassals bow Yâ—t my brisk Monsieurs be not too severe Y 'ave but a little time to dominere And every Jest of yours may cost you dear 'T is bâ—t â—ik Royal slavâ—s this night you reign The Play once done we shall be crown'd again And you poor Captives must resume your â—hain Then do your wâ—rst we will the shock abide You can at most but a fâ—ign'd Love deride VVhen in good earnest you shall come to woo It will be then our tuâ—n to laugh at you Another Prologue spoke at Court to the Emperess of Morocco WIT has of late took up a trickt ' appear Unmannerly or at the bâ—st severe And Poets share the Faâ—e by which we fall VVhen kindly we attempt to please you all 'T is hard your scorn should against such prevail Whose ends are to divert you tho' they fail You Men would think it an ill-natur'd Jest Should we laugh at you when you did yâ—ur best Then rail not here though you see reason for 't If Wit can finde it self no better sport Wit is a very foolish thing at Court VVit 's bus'ness is to please and not to fright 'T is no Wit to be always in the right You 'l find 〈◊〉 none who dare be so to night Few so ill-bred will venture to a Play To spy out faults in what we VVomen say For us no matter what we speak but how How kindly can we say I hate you now And for the men if you 'l laugh at 'em do Tâ—â—y minde themselves so much they 'll ne're minde you But why do I descend to lose a Prayer On those small Saints in Wit the God sits there Tâ— you Great Sir my Message hither tends From Youth and Beauty your Allies and Friends See my â—redentials written in my Face They challenge your Protection in this place And hither come with such a force of charmes As may give Check even to your prosp'rous â—rmes Millions of Cupids hovering in the Rear Like Eagles following fatal Troops appear All waiting for the slaughter which draws nigh Of those bold Gazers who this Night must dy Nor can you â—caâ—e our soft Capâ—ivitie From which old Age alone must sâ—t you free Then tremble at the fatal Consâ—qunâ— Siâ—ce 't is well known for yâ—ur own part Great Prince 'Gainst us you still have maâ—e a weak dâ—fencâ— Be gen'rous and wise and take our part Remember we have eyes and you a heart Else you may find too late that we are things Born to kill vassals and to conquer Kings But oh to what vain Conquest I pretend VVhilst Love is our Commander and your Friend Our victory your Empire more assures For Love will ever make the Triumph yours A SONG FOrgive me Jove Or if there be a kinder god above Forgive a Rebâ—l to the Power of Love Hâ—â—r me kind Cupid and accâ—pt my Vow Minâ— who â—e voutly at tâ—y Altar Bow O! hear me now Dorinda â—ear and wâ—at Ive done amiss Pardon and seal that pardon with a Kiss Stay methinks the melting Saint Kindly Ecchoes my complaint Look I fancy I descry Piâ—y dropping from her eye Haâ—k she says Philander live All thy Errours I forgive And now ah me to repent I begin That against so much goodness I ever should Sin But never again oh never will I Offend my Dorinda for sooner I 'le dye SONG AH Cruel Eyes that first enflam'd My poor resistless heart That when I would my thoughts have blam'd they still encrease the smart What pow r above Creates such Love To languish with desire May some disdain Encrease my pain Or may the flame expire And yet I die to think how soon My wishes may return If slighted and my hopes once gone I must in silence mourn Tâ—en Tyrannels Dâ— but express The Mystry of your pow'r ' â—â—s as sâ—on said You 'll lâ—ve and wed As studying for'â— an hour I yield to Fate though your fair eyes Have made the pow'r your own ' Twà s they did first my heart surprize Dear Nymph 't was they alone For honour's sake Your hâ—art awake And let your pity move 〈◊〉 in â—â—spair Oâ— on so fair I bid adiâ—u to Love A SONG NAy let me alone protest I 'le be gone 'T is a folly to think Iâ—le be subject to One Never hope to Coâ—sine A Young Gallant to dine Like a Schâ—lar of Oxford on naught but the Loyn For after Enjoyment our Bellies are full And the same dish again makes the Appetite dull By your Wantoning Art Of a Sigh and a Start You endeavour in vain to inveigle my heart For the Pretty Disguise Of your Languishing Eyes Will never prevail with my Sinews to rise And 't was never the Mode in an Amorous 〈◊〉 When a Lover has din'd to perswade him to 〈◊〉 Faith Betty the Jest Is almost at the best T is only variety makes up the Feast For when we 've enjoy'd And with pleasures are cloy'd The vows that we made to love ever are 〈◊〉 And you know pretty Nymph it was ever 〈◊〉 That a meal should be made of a Relishing 〈◊〉 A SONG in the Dutch-Loveâ— AMintas bid me to a Grove Where all the Trees did shade us The Sun it self though it had strove It could not have betray'd us The place secur'd from Humane eyes No other fear allows But when the Wind doth gently rise To kiss the yeilding boughs 2 Down there we sat upon the Mosse And did begin to play A thousand wanton tricks to passe The heat of all the day A many kisses he did give And I return'd the same Which made me willing to receive That which I dare not name 3 His Charming Eyes no Aid requir'd To tell their am'rous tale On her that was already fir'd 'T was easie to prevail He did but kisse and clasp me round Whilst those his thoughts expressd And laid me sofâ—ly on the ground Ohâ— who can guess the rest SONG O The time that is past When she held me so fast And declar'd that her honour no longer could last When no light but her languishing eyes did appear To prevent all excuses of blushâ—s and fear When she sigh'd and unlac'd With such trembling and haste As if she had long'd to be closer embrac'd My Lips the sweet pleasure of Kâ—sses enjoy'd While my hand was in search of hid treasure employ'd My heart set on fire VVith the flames of desire 〈◊〉 pursu'd what she seem'd to require 〈◊〉 she cry'd for pity sake change your ill mind 〈◊〉 Amintas be civil or I 'le be unkind Dear Amintas she cries Then casts down her eyes 〈◊〉 in Kisses she gives what in words she denies 〈…〉 of my Conquest I purpos'd to stay 〈…〉 free consent had more sweetned the prey But too late I begun For her passion was done 〈◊〉 Amintas she cries I will never be won 〈…〉 and your Courtship no pity can move 〈…〉 've slighted the Critical minute of Love Song on the London Ladies 1 TIme was thou must dwindle thy mony and time And the dearest of all thy vigour and prime To Court a coy Mistris that long'd for 't as much As thou couldst desire to give her a touch But now the rate 's known the best will turn up Foe a Guiny a Pullet and t'other old cup A World 't is of pleasure one Necklace of Pearl Will conjure the richest or modestest Girl 2 All Trade is for gain all Commodities sold Fear not for thy coyn thou mayst justly be bold A pox on fine words the contemplative fool Talks of Love and of flame an oh what mis-rule These keep in his heart now a sigh then a groan And her very jeca's sufficient alone To fill him with raptures sweet dreams and what not VVhen alas all the while her flames are as hot 3 In company with her each glance drops a Charm And she gives him her hand to keep him still warm For this is the man she designes her lewd life To cloak with the serious name of a Wife To the modest all distance with those that are free She can tickle and kiss and kinder yet be Adieu to fond Courtship all Arguments lie In the briskest assault when the pockets let flie 4 Love is banish'd the world and vertue is gone To some private recess to lament all alone For now she grows barren and none of her race Can be found either with or without a good face To the Maâ— to the Park to the Pit or the Box Where you will you can't miss there 's meat for the Cocks And thus will it be for old Eve at the first And her Daughters e're since have made all Men accurst FINIS
got the day And vanquish'd Busy in a Puppet-play But Busy rallying arm'd with zeal and rage Possest the Pulpit and pull'd down the Stage To laugh at English Knaves is dang'rous then While English Fools will think them honest Men But sure no zealous Brother can deny us Free leave with this our Monsieur Ananias A Man may say without being call'd an Atheist There are Damn'd Rogues among the French and Papist That fix Salvation to short band and Hair That belch and snuffle to prolong a Pray'r That use t' enjoy the Creature to express Plain VVhoring Gluttony and Drunkenness And in a decent way perform them too As well nay better far alas then you Whose fleshly failings are but Fornication We godly phrase it Gospel-Propagation Just as Rebellion was call'd Reformation Zeal stands but Centr'y at the Gate of Sin Whilst all that have the Word pass freely in Silent and in the dark for fear of Spies You march and take Damnation by surprize There 's not a roaring Blade in all this Town Can go so far tow'rds Hell for half a Crown As I for six Pence for we know the way For want of Guides Men often go astray Therefore give ear to what I shall advise Let every married Man that 's grave and wise Take a Tartuff of known ability To teach and to instruct his Family Who may so settle lasting Reformation First get his Son then give him Education The Imperfect Enjoyment AFter a pretty amorous discourse She does resist my love with pleasing force Mov'd not with Anger but with Modesty Against her will she is my Enemy Her eyes the rudeness of her Arms excuse Whilst those accept what these seem to refuse To ease my passion and to make me blest Th'obliging smock falls from her whiter breast Then with her lovely hands she does conceal Those wonders Chance so kindly did reveal In vain alas her nimble fingers strove To shield her Beauties from my greedy Love Guarding her Breasts her Lips she did expose To save a Lilly she must lose a Rose So many charms she has in ev'ry place A hundred hands cannot defend each Grace Sighing at length her force she does recal For since I must have Part she 'll give me All. Her arms the joyful Conqueror embrace And seem to guide me to the fought-for place Her love is in her sparkling eyes exprest She falls o' th' bed for pleasure more then rest But Oh strange passion Oh abortive joy My zeal does my devotion quite destroy Come to the Temple where I shou'd adore My Saint I worship at the sacred door Oh cruel chance the Town which did oppose My strength so long now yields to my dispose When overjoy'd with victory I fall Dead at the foot of the surrender'd wall Without the usual Ceremony we Have both fulfill'd the am'rous mystery The action which we shou'd have joyntly done Each has unluckily perform'd alone The Union which our Bodies shou'd enjoy The Union of our eager souls destroy Our flames are punish'd by their own excess W'd had more pleasure had our Loves been less She blush'd and frown'd perceiving we had done The sport she thought we scarce had yet begun Alas said I condemn your self not me This is th' effect of too much modesty Hence with that peevish virtue the delight Of both our Victories was lost i' th fight Yet from my shame your glory does arise My weakness proves the vigour of your eyes They did consume the Victim ere it came Unto the Altar with a purer flame Phillis let then this comfort ease your care Y 'ad been more happy had you been less fair A PROLOGUE Spoken at the opening of the DUKE' 's NEW PLAY-HOUSE T Is not in this as in the former Age When Wit alone suffic'd t' adorn the stage When things well said an Audience cou'd invite Without the hope of such a Gaudy Sight What with your Fathers took wou'd take with you If Wit had still the Charm of being New Had not enjoyment dull'd your appetite She in her homely dress wou'd yet delight Such stately Theatres we need not raise Our Old House wou'd put off our dullest Plays You Gallants know a fresh Wench of sixteen May drive the Trade in honest Bombarine And never want good Custom shou'd she lie â—n a back-Room two or three stories high But such a Beauty as has long been known Though not decay'd but to Perfection grown Must if she mean to thrive in this leud Town Wear Points lac'd Petticoats and a rich Gown Her Lodgings too must with her Dress agree 〈◊〉 with Damask or with Tapestry Hâ—â—e China Cabinets and a great Glass To â—â—rike respect into an Am'rous Ass. Without the help of Stratagems and Arts An old Acquaintance cannot touch your Hearts Mâ—thinks 't is hard our Authors shou'd submit So tamely to their Predecessors wit â—â—nce I am sure among you there are few Wou'd grant your Grand-fathers had more then you But hold I in this business may proceed too far And raise a storme against our Theatre And then what wou'd the wise Adventures say Who are in a much greater fright to day Then ever Poet was about his Play Our apprehensions none can justly blame Money is dearer much to us then Fame This thought on let our Poets justifie The Reputation of their Poetry We are resolv'd we will not have to do With what 's between those Gentlemen and you Be kind and let our House have but your praise You 'r welcome every day to damn their Plays Falling in love with a Stranger at a Play FAIR Amarillis on the Stage whilst you Behold a seigned love you gave a true I like a Coward in the Amorous War Came only to look on yet got a Scar Fixt by your eyes I had no power to flie They held me whil'st you gain'd the Victory I thought I safely might my sight content To which the power to like not love I lent And if I ventur'd on some slight Discourse It should be such as could no passion nurse Led by the treacherous lustre of your eyes At last I plaid too near the Precipice Love came disguis'd in wonder and delight And I was conquer'd e're I knew him right Your words fell on my passion like those showers Which swell and multiply the rising flowers Like Cupid's self a God and yet a child Your looks at once were awful and yet mild Me thoughts you blush'd as conscious of my flame Whil'st your strict vertue did your beauty blame But rest secure y' are from the guilt as free As Saints ador'd from our Idolatry And Love a Torment doe's for me prepare Beyond your rigour in my own despair Indifference excused LOve when 't is true needs not the aid Of sighs nor tears to make it known And to convince the cruel'st Maid Lovers should use their love alone Into their very looks 't will steal And he that most will hide his flame Doe's in that care his pains reveal Silence it selfe