'mongst Christian-Worthies is inroll'd This Brennus who to his desire and glut This Mistress of the world did prostitut This Arviragus and King Catarac Sole free when all the world was on Romes rack This Lucius who on Angels wings did soar To Rome and would wear Diadem no more With thousand Hero's more which shold I tell This New-year scarce wold serve me So fare well Upon Christmas-Day 1. HAil Holy Tide Wherein a Bride A Virgin which is more Brought forth a Son The like was done Nere in the World before 2. Hail Spotless Maid Who thee upbraid To have been born in Sin Do little weigh What in thee lay Before thou didst Lie-in 3. Three moneths thy Wombe Was made the Dome Of Him whom Earth nor Air Nor the vast mold Of Heaven can hold Cause he 's Vbiquitair 4. O would he daign To rest and raign l'th' centre of my heart And make it still His Domicil And Residence in part 5. But in so foul a Cell Can he abide to dwell Yes when he please to move His Harbenger to sweep the Room And with rich Odours it perfume Of Faith of Hope of Love Vpon my Honoured Friend and F. Mr. Ben. Johnson ANd is thy Glass run out is that Oyl spent Which light to such strong sinewy labours Well Ben I now perceive that all the Nine lent Though they their utmost forces shold combine Cannot prevail 'gainst Nights three Daughters but One still must spin one twist the other cut Yet in despight of Distaff Clue and Knife Thou in thy strenuous Lines hast got a Life Which like thy Bays shall flourish evry Age While Sock or Buskin shall ascend the Stage Sic vaticinatur J. H. For the admitting Mistriss Anne King to be the tenth Muse. LAdies of Helicon do not repine I add one more unto your Number Nine To make it even I among you bring No meaner then the Daughter of a King Fair Basil-Ana quickly pass your voice I know Apollo will approve the choice And gladly her install for I could name Some of less merit Goddesses became A Hymn to the Blessed Trinity To the first Person TO thee Dread Soveraign and dread Lord Which out of Nought didst me afford Essence and Life who mad'st me Man And oh much more a Christian Lo from the centre of my heart All Laud and Glory I impart Hallelujah To the Second TO Thee blessed Saviour who didst free My Soul from Satans Tyranny And madst her capable to be An Angel of thy Hierarchy From the same Centre do I raise All Honour and immortal Praise Hallelujah To the Third TO Thee sweet Spirit I return That Love wherewith my heart doth burn And these bless'd Notions of my Brain I now breath up to thee again O let them redescend and still My Soul with holy Raptures fill Hallelujah A short Ejaculation O God who can those Passions tell Wherewith my heart to Thee doth swell I cannot better them declare Then by the Wish made by that rare Aurelian Bishop who of old Thy Oracles in Hippo told If I were Thou and Thou wert I I would resigne the Deity Thou sholdst be God I wold be Man Is 't possible that love more can Oh pardon that my Soul hath tane So high a flight and grows prophane A Hym◠of Mortification 1. LOrd I cry Lord I fly To thy Throne of Grace This World is irksome unto me In my mind stings I find Of that dismal place Where pains still growing young ner◠die O thou whose clemency Reacheth from Earth to Sky Set my sins from me as wide As is East From the West Or the Court of Bliss From the Infern Abyss So far let us asunder ever bide 2. ANgels blest With the rest Of that Heavenly Quire Which Halleluja's always sing Fain wold I Mount on high And those seats aspire Where evry Season is a constant Spring O Thou who thought'st no scorn To be in Bethlem born Though grand Monarch of the Sky Through a Flood Of thy Blood Let me safely dive And at that Port arrive Where I may ever rest from shipwrack free 3. FAith and Hope Take your scope And my Pilots be To waft me to this blisful Bay Gently guide Through the tide Of mans misery My Bark that it loose not the way When landed I shall be At that Port pardon me If I bid you both farewel Onely Love Reigns above 'Mong Coelestial Souls Where Passion not controuls Nor any thing but Charity doth dwell 4. LOrd of light In thy sight Are those Mounts of Bliss Which Humane Brains transcends so far Ear nor Ey Can descry Nor heart fully wish Or Toungs of Men and Saints declare Those Sense-surmounting Joys That free from all annoys For those few up-treasur'd lie Which ere Sun Shone at Noon Have their Names enroll'd In Characters of Gold Through the white Volume of Eternity A Holy RAPTVRE COuld I screw up my Brain so high With soaring Raptures that might fly Unto the Empirean Sky How would I laud the Lord of light Who fills all things and every Wight With Plenty Vigour and Delight My Voice with Hallelujahs loud Shold pierce and dissipate the Clouds Which in the Airie Region croud Then through the Element of Fire Unto the Stars they should aspire And so to the Seraphick Quire Thus Earth and Sky with every thing Should joyn with me and Carrols sing Unto the Everlasting King An EJACULATION To my CREATOR AS the parch'd Field doth thirst for Rain When the Dog-star makes Sheep and Swain Of an unusual Drowth complain So thirsts my Heart for Thee As the chac'd Deer doth pant and bray After some brook or cooling Bay When Hounds have worried her astray So pants my Heart for Thee As the forsaken Dove doth mone When her beloved Mate is gone And never rests while self alone So mones my Heart for Thee Or as the Teeming Earth doth mourn In Black like Lover at an Urn Till Titan's quickning Beams return So do I mourn mone pant and thirst For Thee who art my Last and First Vpon a Fit of DISCONSOLATION or Despondency of Spirit EArly and late both night and day By Moon-shine and the Suns bright Ray When spangling Stars emboss'd the Sky And deck'd the Worlds vast Canopy I sought the Lord of Light and Life But Oh my Lord kept out of sight As at all Times so evry Place I made my Church to seek his Face In Forests Chases Parks and Wood On Mountains Meadows Fields and 〈◊〉 I sought the Lord of Life and Light But still my Lord kept out of sight On Neptun's back when I could see But few pitch'd planks 'twixt Death and me In Freedom and in Bondage long With Groans and Cries with Pray'r and Song I sought the Lord of Life and Light But still my Lord kept out of sight In Chamber Closet swoln with Tears ◠sent up Vows for my Arrears In Chappel Church and Sacrament The Souls Ambrosian Nourishment I sought the Lord of Life and Light But
Language like an Orphean Lyre To tell the gazing world what a dire stroke Or fatal clap of Thunder crush'd the Oke How all the Shrubs grew Wood and strangely mad As if some Hemlock them intoxed had And how the Thistle that Blue round-top'd Weed Did by his prickles all these mischiefs breed If in this Bleaker Air Dodona finds To nip her Buds any Malignant Winds She quickly can transplant without despair To shoot Her blossoms in some gentler Air. The Conclusion of the Second Part Of DODONAS GROVE THus far have we pursu'd the doubtful Fate Of the Druinian Oke and tott'ring State When the first Northern Blasts upon him blew Which such a world of mischiefs with them drew Dodona next shall trembling tell VVhat a sad period Him befel How to Mankinds eternal wonder His Trunk from top was cleft asunder VVhence Kings may learn that by this Blow They are made All Plebeans now To my most Endeared R. Altham Esq RAre Youth I stand astonish'd at thy wit So quaint so pregnant and so full of sp'rit As if the Thespian Dames for a new Mate Another young Apollo would create Those few Castalian drops which once I drank At Aganippes honey-suckled bank Are now exhansted much by long disuse By cares and cumbers Travels far my Muse Is dull'd but yours more ripe and perfect grows Now yours doth Knot now your Invention flows O how those Golden days did sweetly shine VVhen Contubernal Love did us combine VVhen with encircling Arms I fast would keep And with old Stories lull us both asleep But that tim 's past and passeth still that Time VVold scarce permit Me to make up my Rime Vpon A New-fashion'd Table-Book Sent HIm for a Token from Amsterdam SUppose this Book the Table be Of a cleer Heart engag'd to Thee Wherein could I so pithy prove As write the story of our Love Within each Leaf I wold infold The brightest Characters of Gold But how can such large Matter be Couch'd in so streight a room by Me Unless I had His Art who put Great Homers Iliads in a Nut. Vpon EASTER-DAY HAil Holy Morn the Morn that made appear Two Suns at once above this Hemisphear One the Great Eye of the low world so bright That it gives evry thing both Heat and Light Th' Other transcending Him in Light so far As He excels any inferior Star The Sun of Righteousness He who displays Upon the inward man his Heav'nly Rays O that those Rays wold on my Soul reflect By the bless'd influence of his Aspect To penetrat the centre of my Heart And thence exhale all the Terrestrial Part. A PARALLEL Twixt ANGELS and MEN. THat which the smallest Fly we see Is if to Man it equall'd be Such a proportion Man may bear With those of the Seraphik Sphear Men are at best but Earths Free-Denizens Angels are Heav'ns Immortal Citizens Man hardly on the Sun can look Or his coruscant lustre brook But Angels can behold the sight Of Him who made that Sun and Light Then what is purblind Man if one shold dare Unto a glorious Angel him compare Earth with the Sky bears no proportion 'T is but a Point of no Dimension It doth not match much less exceed The smallest Grain of Mustard-seed Then what proportion can I 'd fain be told A Human Creture with a Heavenly hold Yet let not Man dejected be At such a mighty odds for He Is born himself to be in time An Angel and the Stars to clime By that Immortal Soul and precious Guest He lodgeth in his Spirits Brain and Brest To my choice and most endeared Friend Mr. R. A. In answer to a Poem of His. AS when Aurora with her cheerful Crest Mounts our Horizon then both Bird Beast Renew their vigour so your quickning strains My drooping spirits rais'd and rowz'd my Brains Wherein the flames of love such beams did dart That pierc'd the very centre of my heart For as my Eyes your charming Numbers view'd My Lips me thought with Nectar were bedew'd As if Thalia from Apollo's Mount An Ode had sent dipp'd in the Thespian-Fount Each Line did lim you out each Word did show This Verse this Stile from Althams brain did flow Rare flowr of Wit Minerva's Minion The Muses Gem Honors adopted Son What Answer shall I make for to express That Quintessential Love I Thee profess If Letters can by Aiery spirits send A distant Heart behold my Breast I rend And send you mine Obuse long ago This purchase you have got full well you know Enjoy it still and as your years accrew Let mutual Passions still this Love renew This bond of Love which Fortune Time â—or Fate Shall ever cancel till Lifes utmost date But as the amorous Vine her Elm doth grasp Twine both our souls and with embraces clasp Vpon this rare Erotique Subject The Master-piece of LOVE By Mr. Loveday AS Perl mong Gems so mong the Passions Love Excels and in the highest Orb doth move Her Sisters Faith and Hope attend us here While through frail Elements our course we steer But Love soars with the Soul beyond the Sky Being Imp'd in Her to all Eternity But what was here a Passion that did burn And cool by fits shall there be fix'd and turn To an Angelik Nature ever free From all such humours of inconstancy This Author doth that Passion so display And in such high Ideas that He may Stand to be Chair-man and so fit above The Common Masters in the School of Love To his worthy Friend Mr. Wallan Vpon the View of his ASTRAEA MAy great Apollo and his charming Quire Of Girls nere more my Brain inspire May I nere fetch more Naps on Parnasse Mount Or drink one drop of the Castalian Fount If with Astraea I am not so grown In love that I could wish she were mine own A Pregnant Vows For a safe and seasonable Delivery To The Excellent Lady the Lady KATHERINE Marchioness of Dorchester To Lucina HAil gentle Goddesse Midwifes Queen Which pregnant Wombs from pain dost free May thy best care and skill be seen In hastning this Delivery To hansel as their Hopes are fair The Princely Parents with an Heir May Sol at his Nativity With Venus in Conjunction be May that Auspicious Signe then raign Which hath Dominion ore the Brain The Souls chief Palace to inspire His Intellect with Enthean fire May Cynthia then at full appeer Not pale or red but white and cleer May Thames be at her highest pride Elated with a smooth Spring-tide May the whole Region here below With sweet Favonian breezes blow And since the Month 's like to be May When Ceres looks so fresh and gay When evry bush doth blossoms bring And evry Bird doth Carrols sing May all these Auguries conspire To make the Infant like the Sire And what more happiness then This Can Mother hope or Mortal wish Vpon his Majesties Return With the Dukes of York and Glocester THe Stars of late Eccentrik went Out of the British
of Friendship Letters are The life of Love the Load-stones that by rare Attraction make souls meet and melt and mix As when by Fire exalted Gold we fix They are those wing'd Postillions that can fly From the Antartic to the Artic Sky The Heralds and swift Harbengers that move From East to West on Embassies of Love They can the Trepiks cut and cross the Line And swim from Ganges to the Ithone or Rhine From Thames to Tagus thence to Yyâ—â— And terminat their journey with the Suâ— They can the Cabinets of Kings unserue And hardest intricacies of State unclue They can the Tartar tell what the Mogor Or the Great Turk doth on the Asian shore The Knez of them may know what Presâ—er Doth with his Camels in the torrid Zone Which made the Indian Inca think They 〈◊〉 Spirits who in white sheets the Air did teaâ— The lucky Goose sav'd Jove's beleagred flili Once by her noise but oftner by her Quill It twice prevented Rome was not ore-run By the tough Vandal and the rough-hewn 〈◊〉 Letters can Plots though moulded under 〈◊〉 Disclose and their fell Complices confound Witness that Fiery Pile which would have bloâ—â— Up to the Clouds Prince People Peers and 〈◊〉 Tribunals Church and Chappel and had dridâ— The Thames though swelling in her highest 〈◊〉 And parboyl'd the poor Fish which from her 〈◊〉 Had been toss'd up to the adjoyning Lands Lawyers as Vultures had soar'd up and down Prelates like Mag-pies in the Air had flown Had not the Eagles Letter brought to light That Subterranean horrid work of Night Credential Letters States and Kingdomes tie And Monarchs knit in Ligues of Amitie They are those Golden Links that do enchain Whole Nations though discinded by the Main They are the Soul of Trade They make Commerce Expand it self throughout the Universe Letters may more then History inclose The choicest Learning both in Verse and Prose They Knowledg can unto our souls display By a more gentle and familiar way The highest points of State and Policy The most severe parts of Philosophy May be their subject and their Themes enrich As well as privat businesses in which Friends use to correspond and Kindred greet Merchants Negotiat the whole world meet In Seneca's rich Letters is inshrin'd What ere the ancient Sages left behind Tully makes His the secret symptomes tell Of those Distempers which proud Rome befel When in her highest flourish she would make Her Tyber of the Ocean homage take Great Antonin the Emperour did gain More Glory by his Letters then his Raign His Pen out-lasts his Pike each Golden Liâ—e In his Epistles doth his name inshrine Aurelius by his Letters did the same And they in chief immortallize his fame Words vanish soon and vapour into Air While Letters on Record stand fresh and fair And tell our Nephews who to us were dear Who our choice Friends who our Familiars were The bashful Lover when his stammring Lips Falter and fear some unadvised slips May boldly court his Mistress with the Quill And his hot passions to her brest instil The Pen can furrow a fond Females heart And pierce it more then Cupids feigned Dart. Letters a kind of Magic Vertu have And like strong Philtres Human Souls inslave Speech is the Index Letters Idea's are Of the informing Soul they can declare And shew the inward man as we behold A face reflecting in a Chrystal mould They serve the Dead and Living they becomâ— Attorneys and Administers In sum Letters like Gordian Knots do Nations tie Else all commerce and love 'twixt men 〈◊〉 die To the Sagacious Reader UT clavis portam sic pandit Epistola pectus Clauditur Haec Cerâ clauditur illa serâ As Keys do open Chests So Letters open Brests Vpon a Rare and Recent Persian TRAGY-HISTORY 1655. THis is an Age of Wonders ev'ry Clime Abounds with Prodigies there is no Crime Not a notorious Villany or Fact No soul insandous Thing or ugly Act That ever Adams Sons did perpetrate But we have flagrant instances of late For Sacriledge and horrid Blasphemy Base Lyes created Fears and Perjury For Scripture-pride Extortion Avarice The root of all our ills and leading vice For Public Frauds False Lights and Fatuous Fires Fanatic Fancies clad in Faiths attire For Politicians if one could rake Hell He hardly there could find their parallel Did Machiavil or Methro live agen They would be counted Saints match'd with these men For Murther and the crying sin of Blood The like but one was never since the Flood In some we may for these and thousand 〈◊〉 Vie Villanies with any Age before Nor is it Europe only that doth breed Such Monsters but the Asian Regions feed As bad witness this Persian Tragedy Compil'd with so much Art and Energy As if the Soul of Ben of Pond'rous Ben Did move in you and guide both Brain and 〈◊〉 You make the Actors with such passion speak As if the very Lines with Blood did reak Go on brave Spark improve thy Talent 〈◊〉 And gain more ground on the Pierian Hill An Elegie upon EDWARD late Earl of Dorset 1651. Who died about the time of voting down the House of PEERS LOrds have been long declining we well know And making their last Testaments but now They are Defunct They are extinguish'd All And never like to rise by this Lords fall A Lord whose Intellectuals alone Might make a House of Peers and prop a Throne Had not so dire a Fate hung ore the Crown That Priviledge Prerogative shold drown Where ere he sate he sway'd and Courts did awe Gave Bishops Gospel and the Judges Law With such exalted Reasons which did flow So cleer and strong that made Astraea bow To his Opinion for where He did side Advantag'd more then half the Bench beside But is great Sackvil dead Do we him lack And will not all the Elements wear Black Whereof he was compos'd a perfect Man As ever Nature in one frame did span Such High-born thoughts a Soul so large 〈◊〉 So clear a Judgement and vast Memory So princely Hospitable and brave mind We must not think in haste on earth to find Unless the Times wold turn to Gold agen And Nature get new strength in forming men His Person with it such a state did bring That made a Court as if he had been King No wonder since He was so near a kin To Norfolks Duke and the great Maiden 〈◊〉 He courage had enough by conquering One To have confounded that whole Nation Those parts which single do in some appear Were all concentred here in one bright Sphear For Brain Toung Spirit Heart and Personâ—â—â— To mould up such a Lord will ask an Age. But how durst pale white-liverd Death seize oâ— So dauntless and heroick a Champion Yes To die once is that uncancell'd Debt Which Nature claims and raiseth by Eschet On all Mankind by an old Statute past Primo Adami which will always last Without Repeal Nor can a second Lease Be
still my Lord kept out of sight What is mild Heaven turn'd to Brass That neither sigh nor sob can pass Is all Commerce 'Twixt Earth and Sky Cut off from Adams Progeny That thus the Lord of Life and Light Should so so long keep out of sight Such Passions did my mind assail Such terrours did my spirits quail When lo a beam of Grace shot out Through the dark clouds of sin and doubt Which did such quickning sparkles dart That pierc'd the centre of my heart O how my spirits came again How evry cranny of my brain Was fill'd with heat and wonderment Withâ—joy and ravishing content When thus the Lord of Life and Light Did re-appeer unto my sight Learn Sinners hence 't is nere too late To knock and cry at Heavens gate That Begger 's bless'd who doth not faint But re-inforceth still his plaint The longer that the Lord doth hide his Face More bright will be his after-beams of Grace Vpon the most Noble Work of the Lo. Mar. of Winchester By rendring the French Gallery of Ladies into English 1. THe World of Ladies must be honour'd much That so sublime a Personage that such A Noble Peer and Pen should thus display Their Vertues and expose them to the day 2. His praises are like those coruscant Beams VVhich Phoebus on high Rocks of Crystal streams The Matter and the Agent grace each other So Danae did when Jove made her a Mother 3. Queens Countesses and Ladies go unlock Your Cabinets draw forth your richest stock Of Jewels and his Coronet adorn VVith Rubies Perl and Saphyres yet unworn 4. Rise early gather flow'rs now in the spring Twist wreaths of Laurel and fresh Garlands bring To crown the Temples of this high-born Peer And make him your Apollo all the yeer And when his soul shall leave this Earthly Mine Then offer sacrifice unto his shrine Vpon the untimely Death of the Lord Fra. Villars Kill'd neer Kingston upon Thames HEre lies a Noble Posthumus inhum'd VVhose youthful breath that Sanguin Field perfum'd Where while his heart with Martial flames did swell Among a Cru of Cannibals he fell Such a hard Destiny did post from hence His gallant Sire yet with this difference One Assassin fell'd him but this brave Spray Base Rebels in whole throngs did rend away Vpon the Holy Sacrament 1. HAil holy Sacrament The worlds great VVonderment Mysterious Banquet much more rare Then Manna or the Angels fare Each crum though sinners on thee feed Doth Cleopatra's Perl exceed Oh how my Soul doth hunger thirst and pine After these Cates so precious so divine 2. She need not bring her Stool As some unbidden Fool The Master of this Heavenly Feast Invites and wooes her for his Guest Though Deaf and Lame Forlorn and Blind Yet welcome here she 's sure to find So that she bring a Vestment for the day And her old tatter'd Rags throw quite away 3. This is Bethsaida's Pool That can both clense and cool Poor leprous and diseased souls An Angel here keeps and controuls Descending gently from the Heavens above To stir the waters May He also move My mind and rockie heart so strike and rend That tears may thence gush out with them to blend A Divine EJACVLATION AS to the Pole the Lilly bends In a Sea-compass and still tends By a Magnetic Mystery Unto the Artic point in Sky Whereby the doubtful Piloteer His course in gloomy Nights doth steer So the small Needle of my Heart Moves to her Maker who doth dart Atomes of Love and so attracts All my affections which like sparks Fly up and guide my Soul by this To the tru centre of her Bliss Of the Scene and ingenious Composure of a Florentine Tragi-Comedy FLorence 'mong Cities bears the name of Fair For Streets and stately Structures Site Air A City as a late Historian says Fit onely to be seen on Holy-days She breeds great Wits for high attempts and trust Though often bent on black Revenge and Lust We know the purest Streams have woose and slime So Vices mix with Vertu in this Clime And there are store of Stories in that kind Which as I write come crowding to my mind But this of yours will serve for all which is Compil'd with so much Art that doubtful 't is VVhether the Toscan Actors shew'd more Wit In plotting as You did in penning it Vpon the Poems of Dr. Aylet An Ancient Master of the Chancery THough the Castalian Dames and all the rest Of women-kind love youthful spirits best Yet I have known them oftentimes inspire Autumnal brains with heats of Enthean fire Nay 't is observ'd in those whom Phoebus loves The more the Sense impairs the Soul improves He darts on Aged Trees so bright a stroke As on the Standel of a lustie Oke This work of yours this mirrour of your minde Is a clear proof hereof wherein I finde Your Autumn Spring and Summer still the same Your Evening Morn and Noon have the like flame Of Apollinean fire in such degree May melt the Readers into Poesie Your Fancie with the Leaf doth neither fall Nor fade but still is sappy streight and tall Here are no whimsies and strong Lines that swell And more of Garlick then the Lamp do smell Such as those rambling Rimers use to vent Who raise their Muse on stilts and not content To tread on earth do mount so high a stair That their conceits prove Non-sense Froth and Air. Here 's no such Stuff but Substance and rare Sense Sound Rules and Precepts may be cull'd out hence Your Quadrains Symphonize with Pybracks strains As if his Soul were transient in your brains Your smooth just Cadencies and gentle Verse Suit with the pious Matter you rehearse As all will judge who have their brains well knit And do not love extravagance of Wit If such your Readers be you need not fly From any Sentence to the Chancery The Description of a Morning Expergefaction After an unusual Dream or Vision 1656. SO Rest to Motion Night to Day doth yeild Silence to Noise the Stars do quit the Field My Cinq Ports all fly ope the Phantasie Gives way to outward Objects Ear and Eye Resume their Office so doth Hand and Lip I hear the Carmans Wheel the Coachmans Whip The Prentice with my sense his Shop unlocks The Milk-maid seeks her Pail Porters their frocks All cries and sounds return except one thing I hear no Bell for Mattins Toll or Ring Being thus awak'd and staring on the light Which silver'd all my face and glaring sight I clos'd my eyes again to recollect What I had dreamt and make my thoughts reflect Upon themselves which here I do expose To evry knowing Soul and may all those Whose Brains Apollo with his gentle Ray Hath moulded of a more refined Clay That read this Dream thereby such Profit reap As I did Plesure Then they have It cheap Est sensibilium simia somnium J. H. To Mrs E. B. Vpon a sudden SURPRISAL A Pelles
Prince of Painters did All others in that Art exceed But You surpass him for He took Some Pains and Time to draw a Look You in a trice and moments space Have Pourtray'd in my Heart your Face Vpon the Nativity of our Saviour Christmas-Day 1. WOnder of Wonders Earth with Sky Time mingleth with Eternity And Matter with Immensity 2. The Sun becomes an Atom and a Star Turns to a Candle to light Kings from far To see a spectacle so wondrous rare 3. A Virgin bears a Son that Son doth bear A world of sin acquitting mans arrear Since guilty Adam fig-tree leaves did wear 4. A Majesty both infinit and just Offended was therefore the Offering must Be such to expiat frail flesh and dust 5. When no such Victime could be found Throughout the whole Expansive round Of Heaven of Air of Sea or Ground 6. The Prince of Life Himself descends To make Astraea full amends And Human Soul from Hell defends 7. Was ever such a Love as this That the Eternal Heir of Bliss Should stoop to such a low Abyss To my Dear Mother The Vniversity of OXFORD Before Mr. Cartwrights Poems of CHRIST-CHURCH 1650. Alma Mater MAny do suck thy Breasts but now in some Thy Milk turns into froth and spumy scum In Others it converts to rheum and fleam Or some poor Wheyish stuff in steed of Cream In Some it doth Malignant Humors breed And make the Head turn round as that side Tweed Which Humors vaporing up into the Brains Break out to odd Fanatik sottish strains It makes them dote and rave fret fume and foam And strangely from the Text in Pulpits roam When they shold preach of Rheims they prate of Rome Their Theme is Birch their Preachment is of Brome Nor mong thy Foorders onely such are found But who came ore the Bridge are much more Round Some of thy Sons prove Bastards sordid base Who having suck'd Thee throw Dirt in Thy face When they have squeez'd thy Nipples and chaste Paps They dash thee on the Nose with Frumps and Raps They grumble at thy Commons Buildings Rents And wold Thee bring to Farthing Decrements Few by the Milk sound Nutriment now gain For want of good Concoction from the Brain But this choice Son of Thine is no such Brat Thy Milk in Him did so Coagulat That it became Elixir as we see In these smooth streams of fluent Poesie To the Rarely Ingenious Mrs A. WEEMES Vpon Her SUPPLEMENT To Sir Philip Sydneys Arcadia IF a Male Soul by Transmigration can Pass to a Female and Her spirits Man Then sure some Sparks of Sydneys Soul hath flown Into your Breast which may in time be blown To Flames for 't is the course of Enthean Fire To kindle by degrees and Brains inspire As Buds to Blossoms Blossoms turn to Fruit So Wits ask Time to ripen and recruit But yours gives Time the start as All may see In this smooth Peece of Early Poesie Which like sparks of one flame may well aspire If Phoebus please to a Sydneyan Fire A sudden Rapture Vpon the Horrid Murthering of his late Majesty SO fell great Britains Oke by a Wild Crew Of Mongrel Shrubs which underneath Him grew So fell the Lyon by a pack of Curs So the Rose wither'd twixt a Knot of Burs So fell the Eagle by a swarm of Gnats So the Whale perish'd 'twixt a Shoal of Sprats An EPITAPH Vpon CHARLES the First 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 IF to Subdu Himself if to obtain A Conquest ore the Passions be to Raign Here lies the Greatest King who can say more Of All can come behind or went before Vpon a Cupboard of Venice-Glasses sent for a New-years-gift to a choice Lady Madame IF on this New-years-gift you cast an eye You plainly may therein at once descry A twofold quality for there will appear A brittle substance but the Object clear So in the Donor Madame you may see These Qualities inherent for to be His Pow'r which brittle little is Helas His Mind sincere and pure as any Glass The old Philospher did wish there were A window in his Heart of Chrystal clear Through which his friends might the more clearly see His inward Passions and Integrity I wish the like for then you sure wold rest Of my clear Mind and motions of my Brest But if it question'd be to what intent With Venice-Glasses I do you present I answer That I could no Gift perceive So fit for me to give you to receive For those rare Graces that in you excel And you that hold them one may parallel Unto a Venice-Glass which as 't is clear And can admit no poyson to come near So Vertu dwells in you nor can endure That Vice shold harbour in a Brest so pure A Passionat ELEGIE Vpon His Long-endeared Friend Daniel Caldwal Esq A Heart high swoln with grief in this sad Verse Le ts fall these brackish tears upon thy Herse Distill'd from that pure Salt of long-bred Love Which twice ten Summers did betwixt us move O how my Soul doth melt when my Thoughts run Upon those days our friendship first begun Among the Muses on fair Isis banks Where Youth doth play so many sportful pranks When Liberty ore-aw'd by Tutors frown And Mirth half-stoln is far more pleasing known From Isis to the Thames Affections flew And with new sparks of Love still hotter grew Nere Damon to his Pythias prov'd more dear Then Dan to Me nere shin'd their love more clear Those Twins which now in Azur'd Skies do glide And Pilots through rough Neptun's Surges guide Our Souls did seem to one another pass By Transmigration an Elizium was There where we met We did so sympathize That Hearts seem'd to make Sallies through the eys Thus liv'd we long till all-disposing Fate To check this friendship Us did separate Put Seas between Us many thousand mile Thrice cut me from my Dan and Albions Ile Yet maâ—gre this large distance We did meet And still by Internuntial Letters greet The Horizon of Love is large He spies His wished Object wheresoere it lies From Pole to Pole from Thule unto Gades He flying soars through Air through Seas he wadeâ— This found I tru when Tagus Loire and Po Clowd-threatning Alps and Pyrenean Snow I cross'd me thought the further still I steer'd My Dan still nearer to my mind appeer'd My thoughts by day my phantasie by night Would frequently convay him to my sight I miss'd and found Him miss'd him to the eye Yet found him in my Brest still constant lie And by this miss that Axiom tru did note Sometimes Love's sweetest when 't is most remote O how my thoughts kept Festival that day Did Letters from my Dan to me convay Letters which I shall keep as sacred Ties As holy Reliques or rich Legacies Dear Quintessential Mate what can express The deep-fetch'd sighs my trembling heart possess Silence best can how roars the shallow Source While without noise great Rivers run their course Small Love doth speak
into his Cabal pries The Chymik says In Stones in Herbs in Worâ—â— Nature for ev'ry thing a cure affords Nay some have found the Glorious Stars to be But Letters set in an Orthography The Fate of Kings and Empires to foretel VVith all things els below could we them spell That gran distinction between Man and 〈◊〉 VVe may to Language chiefly attribute The Lyon roars the Elephant doth bray The Bull doth bellow and the Horse doth 〈◊〉 Man speaks 'T is only man can Words create And cut the Air to sounds articulate By Natures special Charter Nay Speech caâ— Make a shrewd discrepance 'twixt Man and 〈◊〉 It doth the Gentleman from Clown discover And from a Fool the grave Philosopher As Solon said to one in Judgement weak I thought thee wise until I heard thee speak For Words in man bear the most Critick part VVe speak by Nature but speak well by Art And as good Bells we judge of by the sound So a Wise man by Words well plac'd is found Therefore it may be call'd no vain pretence VVhen 'mong the rest the Toung would be Senee The Toung 's the Rudder which mans fancy guides VVhilst on this worlds tempestuous Seas he rides Words are the Life of Knowledge They set free And bring forth Truth by way of Midwifry The activ'st Cretures of the teeming Brain The Judges who the inward man arraign Reasons chief Engin and Artillery To batteâ— Error and make Falshood fly The Canons of the minde who sometimes bounce Nothing but VVar then Peace again pronounce The Rabbins say Such is the strength of VVords That they make deeper VVounds then Spears or Swords This Book may then be call'd a Magazine Of Arms and Words It keeps and doth combine Four Toungs 't is like a Frame on divers VVheels One follows still the other at the heels The smooth Italian and the nimble Frank The long-lung'd Spanish march all in a rank The English heads them so commands the Van And reson good in this Meridian But Spain brings up the Rear because we know Her Counsels are so long and Pace so slow Vpon the great Drammatical Work of B. 〈◊〉 Fletcher publish'd 1646. WHat Now the Stage is down dar'st thoâ— pear Bold Fletcher on this tott'ring Hemisphear Yes Poets are like Palms which the more 〈◊〉 One casts upon them grow more strong 〈◊〉 'T is not Joves Thunderbolt or Mavors Spear Nor roaring Neptunes Trident Poets fear Had now Grim Ben been breathing with what 〈◊〉 And high-swoln fury had he lash'd this Age Shakespear with Chapman had grown mad 〈◊〉 The gentle Soc and lofty Buskins worn To make their Muse welter up to the Chin In blood Of fained Scanes no need had bin England like Lucians Eagle with an Arrow Of her own Plumes piercing her heart quite thorow Had been the Tragic Scoene and subject fit To exercise in real Truths their wit Yet none like high-wing'd Fletcher had bin found This Eagles dismal Destiny to sound Rare Fletchers Quill had soar'd up to the Sky And drawn down Gods to see the Tragedy Live famous Drammatist let evry Spring Make thy Bay flourish and fresh Bourgeons bring And since we cannot have Thee tread the Stage VVe will applaud Thee in thy silent Page To his late Majesty at the Dedication unto Him of DODONAS GROVE OR The VOCAL FOREST Wherein there were many Prophetical Passages IN times of yore when Earth was yet but Clods Trees for their Gardians had no less then Gods Jove did protect the Oke Bacchus the Vine Minerva said The Olive shall be mine Venus the Myrtle for her Minion took Apollo would the Laurel overlook My Trees need no such Patrons one mild glance Of Caesars eye will best their Buds advance To her Majesty now Queen-mother BOurgeon da Gran Bourbon qui soubs ses doux rameaux Maintint la France en Paix apres tant de travaux Vint Ans entiers ayant en bonne guerre Les Princes Brouillons mis quatre fois enterrâ— I' ay veu souventes fois son Nom luysant en 〈◊〉 Mais non pas engravè jusqu ' à present en Arbâ—â— Parmi ces Bois icy l' on trouvera peut estre Madame Votre Nom taillè en grosse Lettre To Prince Charles now King TO correspond now with the Verdant 〈◊〉 And your Green yeers the Top-branch of a 〈◊〉 A Bud shot from the Rose and Flower 〈…〉 The best of stems Earth yet did e'er prodâ—â—â— VVhat Present can I bring that more agrees Both with the season and your yeers then 〈◊〉 They soon will cast their leafs and Autumn find But may You shed nor leafs nor blooms nor rinâ— Till muff'd with hoary Moss you do behold Fair Cions from your self grow tall and old Before the VOCAL FOREST To the knowing Reader Touching the Progress of Learning SCience in India first her beams display'd And with the Rising Sun her self convay'd Through Chaldee into Egypt then She came Among the Greeks and so to Tyber Swam Whence clammering ore the Alps these Northwest parts She civiliz'd and introduc'd the Arts. In Albions woolly Isle she welcom found Which for her Bards and Druyds grew Renown'd So call'd because they commonly did use On God and Natures works 'mongst Trees to Muse And fix their Speculations for in Rind Of Trees was Learning swadled first I find Th' Egyptian Priests and Brackmans us'd of old Their fancies in dark Characters to fold The Greeks and Latines us'd to Poetize By Emblems Fictions and Mythologies For it was held a pleasing piece of Art Things Real under Shadows to impart Then be not rash in censure if I strive An ancient way of Fancy to revive While Druyd-like conversing thus with 〈◊〉 Under their bloomy shade I Historize Trees were ordain'd for shadow and 〈◊〉 Their Leafs were the first vestment of 〈◊〉 To the Common Reader OPinion is that high and mighty Dame Which rules the World and in the 〈◊〉 doth frame Distast or liking for in Humane Race She makes the Fancy various as the Face Sometimes the Father differs from the Son As doth the Gospel from the Alcharon Or Loyola from Calvin which two brands In strange Combustions hurl fair Europes Lands So that amongst such Atomes of Mankind You scarce can two encounter of one mind This makes my Trees all Aspen 'cause they 〈◊〉 Lie ope to ev'ry Wind and vulgar Gust Yet much they fear not any Criticks knock Unless they chance to stumble 'mong the blâ—â—â— Ex quovis Stipite non fit Mercurius To the Critical Reader IF Satyres here you find think it not strange 'T is proper Satyres in the Woods should range And for free Speech why may not Verse or Prose Sit under Trees as safely as the Rose Yet here is nothing though a Grand Inquest You should Empannel but may bide the Test For Petty Juries let the Reader know Composures of this kind stoop not so low Touching the Vertu and Vse Of Familiar Letters LOve is the life
still in her true Scales appear And Honour fix'd in no unworthy Sphear Unto whose Palace all access shold have Through Vertues Temple not through Pluio's 〈◊〉 May his tru subjects hearts be his chief Foâ—â— Their Purse his Tresure and their Love his 〈◊〉 Their Prayers as sweet Incence to draw down Myriads of Blessings on his Queen and Crown And now that his glad presence did asswage That fearful Tempest in the North did rage May those Frog-vapours in the Irish Sky Be scatter'd by the Beams of Majesty That the Hybernian Lyre give such a sound May on our Coasts with joyful Eccho's bound And when this fatal Planet leaves to lowr Which too too long on Monarchies doth powr His direful influence may Peace once more Descend from Heaven on our tottering shore And ride in triumph both on Land and Main And with her Milk-white Steeds draw CHARLES his Wain That so for those Saturnian times of old An Age of Perl may come in lieu of Gold Vertu still guide his course and if there be A thing as Fortune Him accompany May no ill Genius haunt him but by 's side The best protecting-Angel ever bide May He go on to vindicate the right Of Holy things and make the Temple bright To keep that Faith that sacred Truth entire Which he receiv'd from Solomon his Sire And since we all must hence by th' Ir'n Decree Stamp'd in the Black Records of Destiny Late may his Life his Glory nere wear out Till the great year of Plato wheel about Before The History of NAPLES Called PARTHENOâ—E Or The Virgin-City Salve Parthenope Decora Salve PArthenope a City bright as Gold Or if the Earth could bear a richer Mold Is come to greet Great Britain Queen of Iles And to exchange some Silks for Wool She smiles To find that Cloath shold wear and feel so fine As do her Grograns she doth half repine That Lemsters Ore and Spires of fallow'd Grass The Leafs of Mulberries should so surpass Which so abound in Her with evry thing Which pleasure wealth or wonderment can bring That Nature seems to strive how she shold please Herself or Vs with rare varieties There her own Eawd to be she may be said As if the Wanton with her self she plaid Let England then strow Rushes all the way To welcome in the fair Parthenopay For I dare say she never yet came ore In such a Garb to visit any shore Of the most curious Gardens Groves Mounts Arbours c. Contriv'd and lately made by The Lord Vicount Killmorry At Dutton-Hall in Cheshire A Prosopopoeia to Cheshire CHeshire thou Shire of Men of Mines Mounts Of Squires and Barons Palatines and Counts Of curious Groves and Arbours Walks Woods Prophetique Trees and Castles Founts and Floods Of stately Dee whereon in times of yore Four Kings an English Monarch row'd ashore Dee who runs sporting through thy wanton Vale Descending proudly from high-crested Wales More Rarities thou hast could they be told Then once thy Roman Legion was of old Which here I will not venture to inclose Th' are fitter for a Volume in rich Prose But now 'mong thy choice Landskips Duttâ—â—-Hâ—ll For Mount Grove Arbour Well surpasseth all Killmorry Mount with Morhalls Grove Ann's Well And Dutton Arbour bear away the Bell A Mount which all the Muses might invite And make them Parnasse-Hill abandon quite A Grove which chaste Diana with her train And all the Nymphs of Greece might entertain A Well for Vertue which defiance bids To all except her Neighbour Winefrids Whose rare Sanative Waters are so pure That sundry sorts of Maladies can cure Oh could they cure the madness that now raigns The odd Vertigo which distracts the Brains Of many thousands that Lycanthropy Turns men to wolfs by strange Transformity A Transformation England never knew Till she brought forth this Hell-bred ugly Crew Such a prodigious Metamorphosis Poor baffled England never felt like this And as this Princely seat so much excels So do the Lord and Lady who there dwells A brave wise Peer a gallant fruitful Dame Both of a taintless and far-spreading fame Bless'd with an Off-spring numerous and fair The Gerards hence the Needhams have an Heir And Duttons too three ancient Families From this Prolifique Hall now have their rise In sum This Noble Lady and her Peer Of any Earthly Mortals come most neer In point of Happiness and state of Bliss To those white souls who peeple Paradis Before that Exquisit large Peece A Survay Of the City and Signory of Venice COuld any State on Earth immortal be Venice by her rare Government is she Venice great Neptunes Minion still a Maid Though by the Warlik'st Potentats essay'd Yet she retains her Virgin-water pure Nor any forraign mixtures can endure Though Syren-like on Shore and Sea her face Enchants all those whom once she doth embrace Nor is there any can her Beauty prize But he who hath beheld her with his eyes These following Leaves display if well observ'd How she so long her Maiden-head preserv'd How for sound Prudence she still bore the Bell Whence may be drawn this high-fetch'd parallel Venus and Venice are Great Queens in their degree Venus is Queen of Love Venice of Policy A Fit of MORTIFICATION 1. WEak crazy Mortal why dost fear To leave this Earthly Hemisphear Where all delights away do pass Like thy Effigies in a Glass Each thing beneath the Moon is frail and fickle Death sweeps away what Time cuts with his sickle 2. This Life at best is but an Inn And we the Passengers wherein The Cloth is laid to some before They peep out of Dame Natures dore And warm Lodgings find Others there are Must trudge to find a room and shift for fare 3. This Life 's at longest but one day He who in Youth posts hence away Leaves us i' th' Morn He who who hath run His race till Manhood parts at Noon And who at seventy odd forsakes this light He may be said to take his leave at Night 4. One paest makes up the Prince and Peasan Though one eat Roots the other Feasan They nothing differ in the Stuff But both extinguish like a Snuff Why then fond Man shold thy soul take dismay To sally out of these gross walls of Clay A Lovers Protestation FIrst shall the Heavens bright Lamp forget to shine The Stars shall from the Azur'd Sky decline First shall the Orient with the West shake hand The Centre of the World shall cease to stand First Wolves shall ligue with Lambs the Dolphins fly The Lawyer and Physitian Fees deny The Thames with Tagus shall exchange her bed My Mistriss locks with mine shall first turn red First Heaven shall lie below and Hell above Ere I inconstant to my Delia prove Vpon Himself having been buried alive for many years in the Prison of the Fleet By the State or Long Parliament For his Loyalty HEre lies intomb'd a Walking Thing Whom Fortune with the State did fling Between these
Walls Why Ask not that They both being blind know not for what A Gradual Hymn of a double cadence tending to the Honour of the Holy Name of God 1. LEt the vast Universe And therein evry thing The mighty Acts rehearse Of their immortal King His Name extol What to Nadir From Zenith stir 'Twixt Pole and Pole 2. Ye Elements that move And alter evry hour Yet herein constant prove And symbolize all four His praise to tell Mix all in one For Air and Tone To sound this Peal 3. Earth which the Centre art And onely standest still Yet move and bear thy part Resound with Ecchoes shrill Thy Mines of Gold With Precious Stones And Unions His fame uphold 4. Let all thy fragrant Flowers Grow sweeter by this Air Thy tallest Trees and Bowers Bud forth and blossom fair Beasts wild and tame Whom Lodgings yeild House Dens or Field Collaud his Name 5. Ye Seas with Earth that make One Globe flow high and swell Exalt your Makers Name In Deep his Wonders tell Leviathan And what doth swim Neer Bank of Brim His Glory scan 6. Ye Airy Regions all Joyn in a sweet concent Blow such a Madrigal May reach the Firmament Winds Hail Ice Snow And perly Drops That hang on Crops His Wonders show 7. Pure Element of Fire With holy sparks inflame This Sublunary Quire That all one Consort frame Their spirits raise To Trumpet forth Their Makers worth And sound his praise 8. Ye glorious Lamps that roul In your Coelestial Sphears All under his controul Who you on Poles up-bears Him magnifie Ye Planets bright And fixed Lights That deck the Skie 9. O Heav'n Chrystalline Which by the Watry hue Dost temper and refine The rest in Azur'd Blue His Glory sound Thou first Mobeel Which mak'st all wheel In circle round 10. Ye Glorious Souls who raign In sempiternal Joy Free from that flesh and pain Which here did you annoy And him behold In whom all Bliss Concentred is His laud unfold 11. Bless'd Maid which dost surmount All Saints and Seraphims And raign'st as Paramount And chief of Cherubims Chaunt out his praise Who in thy Womb Nine moneths took room Though crown'd with rays 12. Oh let my Soul and Heart My Mind and Memory Bear in this Hymn a part And joyn with Earth and Sky Let evry Wight The whole world ore Laud and adore The Lord of Light Vpon a Beutiful Valentine A Sonnet COuld I charm the Queen of Loves To lend a Quill of her white Doves Oâ— one of Cupids pointed wings Lipt in the fair Castalian springs Then wold I write the All-divine Perfections of my Valentine As mongst all flowers the Rose excels As Amber mongst the fragrant'st smells As mongst all Minerals the Gold As Marble mongst the finest Mold As Diamonds mongst Jewels bright As Cynthia mongst the lesser lights So mong the Northern Beauties shine So far excels my Valentine In Rome and Naples I did view Faces of Coelestial hue Venetian Dames I have seen many I onely saw them touch'd not any Of Spanish Beauties Dutch and French I have beheld the Quintessence Yet saw I none that could out-shine Or Parallel my Valentine Th' Italians they are coy and quaint But they grosly daub and paint The Spanish kind are apt to please But sav'ring of the same disease Of Dutch and French some few are comely The French are light the Dutch are homely Let Tagus Po the Loire and Rhine Then vail unto my Valentine Here may be seen pure white and red Not by feign'd Art but Nature wed No simpering smiles no mimic face Affected jesture or forc'd face A fair-smooth front free from least wrinkle Her eyes Oy me like Stars do twinkle Thus all perfections do combine To beutifie my Valentine Vpon Black Eyes and Becoming Frowns A Sonnet BLack Eyes in your dark Orbs doth lie My ill or happy Destiny If with clear looks you me behold You give me Mines and Mounts of Gold If you dart forth disdainful rays To your own dy you turn my days Black Eyes in your dark Orbs by changes dwell My Bane or Bliss my Paradis or Hell That Lamp which all the Stars doth blind Yeilds to your lustre in some kind Though you do wear to make you bright No other dress but that of Night He glitters onely in the Day You in the Dark your beams display Black Eyes in your two Orbs by changes dwell My Bane or Bliss my Paradis or Hell The cunning Thief that lurks for prize At some Dark Corner watching lies So that heart-robbing God doth stand In your Black Lobbies shaft in hand To rifle me of what I hold More precious far then Indian Gold Black Eyes in your dark Orbs by changes dwell My Bane or Bliss my Paradis or Hell O powerful Negromantic Eyes Who in your Circles strictly pries Will find that Cupid with his Dart In you doth practise the Black Art And by those Spells I am possest Tries his conclusions in my Brest Black Eyes in your dark Orbs by changes dwell My Bane or Bliss my Paradis or Hell Look on me though in frowning wise Some kind of frowns become Black Eyes As pointed Diamonds being set Cast greater lustre out of Jet Those pieces we esteem most rare Which in night-shadows postur'd are Darkness in Churches Congregats the sight Devotion straies in glaring light Black Eyes in your dark Orbs by changes dwell My Bane or Bliss my Paradis or Hell Vpon Clorinda's Mask SO have I seen the Sun in his full pride Ore-cast with sullen Clouds and loose his light So have I seen the brightest Stars denide To shew their lustre in some gloomy Night So Angels pictures have I seen vail'd ore That more devoutly men should them adore So with a Mask I saw Clorinda hide Her face more bright then was the Lemnian Bride Vpon Dr. Davies British-Grammar 'T Was a rough Task believe it thus to tame A wild and Wealthy Language and to frame Grammatic toiles to curb her so that she Now speaks by Rules and sings by Prosodie Such is the strength of Art rough things to shape And of rude Commons rich Inclosures make Doubtless much Oyl and Labour went to couch Into Methodic Rules the rugged Dutch The Rabbies pass my reach but judge I can Something of Clenard and Quintilian And for those Modern Dames I find they three Are onely lops cut from the Latian Tree And easie 't was to square them into parts The Tree it self so blossoming with Arts. I have been shewn for Irish and Bascuence Imperfect Rules couch'd in an Accidence But I find none of these can take the start Of Davies or that prove more Men of Art Who in exacter Method and clear way The Idioms of a Language do display This is the Toung the Birds sung in of old And Druyds their dark Knowledg did unsold Merlin in this his Prophecies did vent Which through the world of fame bear such extent This spoak that Son of Mars that Britain bold Who first
and is sometimes acute While deep Affection stunn'd with grief stands mute But is Dan dead Oh no now He begins To live He 's got among the Seraphins Where He doth Nectar quaff with Glory crown'd While his sad Spouse still bears his Deaths deep wound In her chast Brest and Heart big-swoln with Woes More dolorous then all her Childbed Throes Farewel dear Soul raign in Elyzian Bliss And take this pure untainted Sacrifice Which on Love's Altar doth like Incense flame To thy still-fragrant Memory and Fame Farewel until we meet and make in Sky Among the Stars another Gemini An ELEGIE Vpon his Tomb in Horndon-Hill Church Erected by his Wife Who speaks TAke Gentle Marble to thy trust And keep untouch'd this sacred Dust Grow moist sometimes that I may see Thou weep'st in sympathy with Me And when by Him I here shall sleep My Ashes also safely keep And from rude Hands preserve Vs Both until We rise to Sion Mount from Horndon-Hill Sent with a Prayer-Book to a Pious Lady Madame WHat I by way of Token send you may By way of Sacrifice to Heav'n convay And to an Off'ring turn my Gift more dear To God then Piles of Frankincense and Myrr But when for Others you to Him direct Your Prayers let your thoughts sometimes reflect To DELIA ABout the light as the poor Fly Doth flutter and approach so nigh Till up and down as she still skips Her Lawny Wings with fire she clips So my Affection bout the Eyes Of Heart-inflaming Delia flyes Till Phoenix-like they into Ashes burn And new Affections still rise from their Vrn. A sudden SPECVLATION Beyond the Seas ALthough my Body many thousand mile Be distant from sweet Albions Woolly I le Yet neither Land nor Sea nor Air nor Wind Nor Heav'n it self can keep from thence my Mind But that each moment of the fleeting day My Thoughts to England may Themselfs convay Of Female Hypocrisie In a short Dialog twixt Dion and Thyrsis Dion THyrsis I stand amaz'd how Nature could Compose a Fabrick of so rich a mould That outwardly looks like a Seraphin But a Megera if you pry within Thyrsis Whom mean you Dion that you thus descry By such gross taintures of Hypocrisie For hence you must infer that Nature's blind Or els she must be partial in her kind Dion O Thyrsis if that Saint-like Fiend you knew That sowr-sweet real yet dissembling Hue Of Livia sure you wold be chang'd to wonder That Nature in her works should so much blunder Her Eyes are like those Heaven Twins except That of Themselfs they shine not by reflect Wherein through Crystal Casements one may spy The Queen of Love seated in Majesty Her Forehead as the Marble smooth and plain Her Cheeks alike but that half dy'd in Grain Her Tresses might serve for a Net to take A Hermit or an Angel captive make A Smile to move a Stoik a Voice so shrill That all Arcadia wold with Eccho's fill A sweeter Breath never perfum'd the Air Least touch of Lip would a dead Corps repair These are Perfections in Exterior shew But if her inward Qualities you knew What you ador'd before you would detest Turn Love to Hate or Pity at the least Her Breast ' s a Shop of Fraud her Heart a Mill That restless thoughts do grind to wound or kill Her Brain 's a Still that at all hours doth strain Destructive cruel Notions of Disdain Her Eyes are Windows of False Lights and cries Her Toung a flap of Perjury and Lyes Her Chin is double like her Heart Her Cheeks Have Pits as 't were to bury whom she seeks For to destroy Thyrsis Is 't possible so fair a Bark shold hide So black a Trunk or so much Ill shold bide In such Seraphik Beuties Shells of Gold Can they within such rotten Kernels hold Can in smooth gliding streams Carybdies dwell Or in one place cohabit Heav'n and Hell Can Livia be so beuteous to th' Eyes And lodg within such foul deformities Dion 'T is so whence I infer how tru I find No trust is to be put in Woman-kind Of some Who blending their Brains together plotted how to bespatter one of the Muses choicest Sons and Servants Sir Will. Davenant Knight and Poet. POets like Princes may denounce a War They may like Common Mortals clash and jar Turn privat Feuds to publick and asperse Justly sometimes each others Muse and Verse But whoso blurs Davenants Heroick strains Do shew more Gall in Brest then Wit in Brains Their Sculls are like a Siringe cramm'd with Dirt Which as they on some Marble Pillar spirt Bounds on their grinning Faces back again So doth Themselfs more then the Marble stain Vpon Mr. Cleveland IS Cleveland dead and will not the whole Quire Of Muses mourn and put on black attire Nay their great God Apollo shold me thinks Wear Sable too and dart his Rays through Chinks Is Cleveland gone Sure in this long-North-wind Some Scottish Witch convey'd her Imps to find Him out and in revenge made League with Death To murther him so soon and stop his breath Yet had his Body match'd his Wit in might He had in pure clear strength put both to flight One thing I do admire we have no more Of that large stock the Stars gave him in store VVhich could he have bequeath'd by Legacy It equall'd had Saint Mark 's rich Tresury But my hopes are that he hath left behind Some Posthume Pieces to enrich mankind Which with th' inspiring Odors they will cast May make new Poets not like Him in hast Vpon Dr. Howel Lord Bishop of Bristol Who died a little after the putting down of Episcopacy Rumpendo in Lachrymas facit Indignatio Versum O Were I raptur'd into Verse To write with fury on thy Herse O could I strangle with a wish Steel'd Clotho and Stern Lachesis With their own Thred or cut the Life Of Atropos with her own Knife Or could I meet that Bald-Pate Churl With his All-mowing Sith I 'd hurl And tumble Him with all the Three Down to the Pit in lieu of Thee So Man shold be Lord of his Age And free from their Tyrannik rage But much they need not boast or vaunt to have This Saint-like Prelat sent unto his Grave For He good Soul was Mortifi'd before And got almost in sight of Heav'ns bless'd shore He might be call'd during his Lifes short span Terrestrial Angel or Coelestial Man But Oh it is not He who di'd alone For Prelacy Herself with him is gone Englands whole Hierarchy sad Tale to tell At the same time did breathe Her last and fell 1647. Before the Second Part Of DODONAS GROVE FRom the pure Air of Greece the ancient Nource Of Learning and Philosophy's chief Source Dodona sends her Trees to re-salute The Queen of Iles they all this while stood mute And muffled in a close unlucky Fog That the whole Grove appear'd like one great Log. VVhen a fresh Breeze did Blow and re-inspire Their Leafs with