's fit for a fiery Captain yon 's a face Pretty and beautiful at the first Gaze But view it seriously and it is slight What an old womans that with a young Knight Sure t is his Grand-mother or great Aunt alas He had much rather a walk'd with a young Lass O says a young Lady to her brother when Did you see so complete a Gentleman Has he not curious legs fine curled hair How well the Suite is made that he doth wear I would my Husband were so handsome So He is her brother swears but she sighs no. Yon Gallant 's gate is like unto a Dance Sure he 's return'd but newly out of France Yon 's like a fools or clowns I know not whether And if h'as any wit hee 'l soon go thither Says a Lady to her husband He replide See how that woman walks with what a pride She very lately was a City-wife But now a Lord o' th Court hath chang'd her life Her Husband being dead and she left rich She for a title of more height did itch Which her good fortune got her In her own Conceit she is the onely happy one She thinks her Husband loves her and I dare Be sworn that he for her doth nothing care When he at night comes in towards him she trips And he must kiss her though he lothe her lips Which out of his affection he doth doe She thinks but I have told you what is true Vain windy honour what a sought for thing 'T will make a Kettle have a silver ring Survey a Tavern Not a Room but will Deserve a Satyre they are all so ill Here is a Gentleman that hath a smack Of riming with a Poet at his back And half a dozen of his drunken friends Who doth adopt him son for what he spends Praises his Poems for the best that were Since Hâ—ngist time writ in the English aire And For 't is vain to go to Delphos now For Oracles Son read my lines and thou Cryes he wilt say Apollo never coo'd God of the sacred Muses write as good He swears as many oathes as he repeates Verses then calls for the dear'st Fowl and eates Beg's mony when the reckning 's paid and so Having fil'd his Tobacco-box doth go Another chamber view and you may find Gentlemen staggering with wine as wind See healths drunk round round To her that lies By Suffolk-house and hath the fine blackeies Unto whose Lodgings he dares not repair Because she will not marry but an Heir To the rich Lady Widow that did invite Him kindly unto supper yesternight great Who though his means be smal her joyntuâ—e Without his company can eat no meat To the rich Citizens daughter gallant Girle The laft Mask full of Diamonds and Pearle Were you within the next Room you might see A Gentleman with a great Companie Of miscal'd Captains and Rorers that think drink Oathes Sugar-like sweeten each Glass they A pretious Engle Hug'd over and over and styl'd An hopeful spark or they are all beguil'd The Table full of Pottles Pintes and Quartos And they a humouring him with some old parts Of the last Coranto's or perhaps some thing Of Note perform'd by the late Sweden King They call for what they list meaning that he Shall pay the reck'ning for th' whole Companie Which when he hath they steal what plate they can Finger and part and laugh at th' idle man I 'le not go up two pair of stairs yet there Could be Satyrical as well as here And now I send desiring those that know Themselves touch'd in these lines away to goe Silent and mend For every thing is true And though I neither do name him nor you Believ 't I could that I would But faith Would you not be revenged Do Show your wrath Of me go and write Satyres for I know it My faults will serve although you are no Poet. Love Elegies 1. Of my falling in Love HAving resolv'd in Numbers great and high To sing our Brutus Flight from Italie How in this Island he arriv'd and fought Till he it under his Subjection brought Here reing'd some years in peace when he di'de To his three Sons did all the whole divide And being prepar'd to write a sudden noise Of a Coach did occasion me to rise Conjecturing whom it might be that did come Till a new day approch'd our Dining-room She was no sooner entred in the Place With her fair hand dispers'd Night from her face By taking off her mask and with a free Well-pleasing Garbe look'd on the Companie My eies being all the while fix'd on her face Astonish'd at her beauty and her grace But I both sigh'd and trembled For I saw The winged Boy did follow her in awe And was become her Champion to subject All mankind at her feet that dare reflect Rash looks on her Alas had I espide The fatal God ere I her Beauties eyde The sight of his resistless bow had soon With down cast eies made me to leave the room To him she turning scornfully did finde No shaft in 's hand I had it in my minde And said Why Truant do you suffer thus A rash presumptuous youth to gaze on us He humbly gave this answer Madam you May be appeas'd he soon his fault will rue When he came hither first he did intend A mighty Epick Poem to have pen'd But now that resolution will despise And court your favours in soft Elegies Before he had withdrawn his eies he found His yeilding heart assaulted with a wound This said a pretty and disdainful look She cast upon me and her leave then took Of those she came to visit leaving me Possest with sad thoughts of my Miserie Away Great Mars sigh'd I when she was gone And welcome Gentle Venus with thy Son The horrid wars that I did mean to write In stately numbers of the Trojan Knight I must convert to softer Layes and prove All ways t' incline her noble heart to Love 2. To my Mistress Fair glory of your Sex when you have read My name subscrib'd and find who 's conquered Blame not my weakness know your eies are strong And can do what they will or right or wrong I did not look to love onely to see And was enthral'd when I least thought to be Be kind or if you needs will tyrannize I le be your Martyr burn me with your eies But let me live For th' Art is more profound To save a dying Man then kill a Sound 3. To my Mrs. before Mr. Mayes Lucan that I sent her Pardon me Lady that I dare invent Lines neither worth your view nor my intent Nero did murther Lucan but I doe Expect a life and not a death from you With Piso and the learned Seneca He treason against Caesar did assay Yet 's Emperour gave him leave to choose by what Means he would undergo the Law of Fate I never did conceive a thought that you Might think offence unless affection true And that
you must pity them or I shall die And be not henceforth harsh That I may finde My sweet and fair One like a Goddess kinde 11. Fair Mistress though my fate is so adverse That I could rather weep then sing in verse Yet one or two I 'le force my Muse to write And you with your own Cruelty delight Me-thoughts when last I heard the Nightingal She did not mention her own woes at all But every note that past my listning ear Did make me my own misery to hear It was a change worthy her skill for she Will sing the saddest things and therefore me Pity a man in Hell for there I am I could not else live so amidst my flame And make my joyes with all my sufferings even But two kind words and I shall be in Heaven 12. Dear Lady from your eies there came A lightning did my heart inflame And set it all on burning so That forth the fire will never go Be merciful for I remain Till you be kind in endless pain And machless fair One deign to know That pity should with beauty goe That comely bodies should include Mindes in them equally as good I will not doubt you until I Have reason from your Crueltie Since we deformed bodies finde To be the Emblems of the minde Why should not I pursue that art And think one fair hath such an heart Confirm Philosophie which you By being merciful may do And unto the eternal praise Of your rich Beauty I will raise A fame so high that times to come Of your deare name shall ne're be dumbe So you with Rosalinde shall be Eterniz'd unto Memorie With Stella live names known as well As Colin Clout and Astrophel As kindness in a Lady can Preserve in life a dying man So verses after she is dead Report will of her spread Return affection and we then Shall live though die and live agen 13. I have mine eyes and love for who Hath eyes to see and doth not so Who can behold a lovely face Both full of beauty and of grace See pretty lips and glorious eyes And not be chang'd though ne're so wise Rich Cherry-cheeks and browes Divine And not desire would she were mine I have a Lady lately seen Far perfecter then beauties Queen Diana's vertues make her stai'd And Venus forme a lovely Maid Surely two Goddesses have strove To make a wonder of my Love No Beauty Venus lets her want And Dian hath made her a Saint To pray to Saints many deny And censure for idolatry But none of them will say I erre If I with prayers petition her Deign therefore virtuous beauteous Fair You that are more then others are For beauty whom all wonder at And for your vertues emulate Pity my heart by you enflam'd For cruelty be not defam'd Nor joy to see my miseries rage Which your tongue onely can asswage But a true service entertain Rewarding it with love again 14. Before a little Book of my own that I sent her Lady I do not give this Book alone But with 't my heart which you have made your own Censure my verses as you please but be Kind to my heart lest you do ruine me I made these little Poems and if you Vouchsafe your love to me you make me too Be kind as you are fair I wish no other So make a doubtful man an happy Lover 15. Be kind blind Boy and let not her alone T is tyranny in thee to shoot at one Me thou hast wounded she untouch'd remains Slights all my Sighs and credits not my pains If th' hast an Arrow though but one behind Strike her and make us both be of one mind Thou God of Love born in an happy hour In some fresh Garden in some flowry Bower I by thy wings fill'd with the sighes of thy Fast-â—erter'd Subjects by thy Quiver and by Thy fatal Bow by Venus drawn along Olympus Star-pav'd Courts the Gods among If thou dost ever hope eternal Jove Will eyes vouchsafe unto the God of Love By these and more I do beseech thine aide Or make me mine or mine this Angel-Maide Pity my misery and take my part Or heal my wound or wound her cruel heart Fair Love Sole Centre of my thoughts to you I am a Suppliant be my Judge and true Censure my passâ—ons prayers affections me Throughly and narrowly and if you see No fault in me as you no fault shall finde Leave off your cruelty and be you kinde Use me according to my love if I Adore you not let me unpitied die 16. At her going out of the Countrey Farewell fair Saint But when you are away And far remote think of me once a day When shall I see again your Amber-haire Look on your stately forehead arched fair View those two Suns your heart-bewitching eies Your Nose and Mouth and all your Rarities Hear your sweet tongue again whose words alone Would make deaf Mortalls hear if not a stone Not till I come to London Phoebus hie Drive not the Sun so slowly through the skie If these short dayes these Winter-days will seem So tedious then what should I think of them If they were Summer-Hours Surely I Should wish like Phaeton thou might'st fall die For in your absence I shall take delight In Dreams of you t'wear out the longest Night I love and that is all that I can say My vehement thoughts take all my words away The more I think to write I can the less His heart is safe who can his love express Know I am yours much more then I can tell And say with grief sweet'st of your Sex Farewell 17. At my Return having brought her the first days Journey Farewell again Fair Mistress of my heart For you must go and I must now depart My body doth return my heart doth stay You it along with you do bear away Lay it by yours thither it would withdraw The fire of mine the frost of yours may thaw Farewel dear eies It will be tedious Night With me as long as I do want your light Farewell sweet mouth encompass'd with a row Of richest Cherries over and below The Nectar and Ambrosia I shall want That hang on them and fast an irksome Lent Farewel best tongue Now thee I shall not hear I would not care if all things silent were Farewell all fair Beauty I shall not view Until again I do behold't in you All things befriend you Hyems do not frown Keep Boreas still and all his Brethren down Be of a kind Aspect and look not pale With frost or Snow not sullenly let fall Showr's from thine eies Be milde that Phoebus may Waite on my lovely mistress every day So she may hap to favour thee which thing May change the Winter to another Spring My last Farewel Till I in London see My Love again I shall a mourner be 18. Hail my Delight whom I so well lov'd here Do now love there and will love every where I hope you do not doubt my
faith For I Know I adore you so I daily die When you was here my passion was so great That I did bow and sink down under it But now y' are gone my Love is so extreme I am distracted when your happy name I think upon your beauty Goodness all What you include I into madness fall Rave at these days that do divide us two At these slow hours that keep me from you Thus I affect would you did love me so That when we meet there might not pass a No. Tell me how doth that richest jewel your Unkindest heart against all love endure Although Diana's Charms environ round And circle it to keep it from a wound Yet Cupids Dart hath greater force then those And when he please can peirce it with his throws And I will make such prayers to him that he Shall be reveng'd unto the height for me It 's ears be not deaf as his eyes be blind I 'le make him hear me and he 'l make you kind You cannot fairest Maid your Fate remove Yield therefore not by force but will to love 19. I will not now implore a Muse not One Of the inhabiters of Helicon Neither Apollo he that doth above Sing Sacred Anthems to eternal Jove If you sweet Mistress will vouchsafe to be Gracious and read each line will come off free Since I beheld your Beauty I 've forgot My former pleasures and now know them not I've no Delight but you and you are so Unkind to me you are my torment too Unmerciful Destinies that do unite A cruel torment with a sweet delight But be you far more harder-hearted then Was ever Lady yet to any man Though Daphne-like you shun and run away Like Phoebus I behind you will not stay You are regardless and will lend no ear Unto my vows nor my entreaties hear Deign therefore you immortal Deities That reign enthroned in the lofty Skies Hear and redress my wrongs pity my mone Or make her 's flesh or mine an heart of stone Or guide her tongue that thence kind words may Or strik me deaf or strik my Mistress dumb come Yet is her tongue all Musick and so rare It makes me even to love my own despair For Neptunes sake whose Trident awes the Sea Pale Luna shine with an auspicious ray If thou dost love the bright delicious bride Of Mulciber Mars be thou on my side By thy wing'd feet and by thy Charmed wand A gracious influence Mercury I command For Alcumena's Night and for her Child The Monster-Queller Jupiter be mild If ever thou didst love Adonis deare Now Venus favour me in thy Careere If thou dost hope Jove will allow thee peace In heaven that did affor'd thee small in Greece On Lovers Saturne gently smile and joyn With th' other Six to perfect my design By all Ver's various flowers and Autumns fruit Sol I implore thee to complete my suit If me the Planets do befriend in this Her Cruelty cannot withstand my bliss Against the Stars there is no striving she Must yield unto her Fate which is to me And Lady if their beams be gracious know I mean to have you whether you will or no. 20. My love Dear Soul is grown unto that height That when I cannot see you I must write By my affection now I am from you You may perceive my former words were true Doubt me not Lady rather doubt the Sun Dash'd out with Ocean waves will cease to run Believe the Moon pale Cynthia of the night Will leave her Sphere and on the earth a light And th' other Planets frighted a this change Will stand still in a maze and leave to range Believe old Neptune missing of his Deare Will be dul'd into calmness out of fear Suppose the earth wanting the Light Divine That nourish't it will never more be green Believe the earth agreeing yet with Heaven Into another Chaos will be driven Imagine what you will true or untrue But never think I can be false to you Know that if you affection will return That now Im'warm and will hereafter burn That now I curb my passions but will then Give way unto them love and love agen We 'l not be parted be not you ingrate By Lands or Seas by friends or foes or fate 21. Dear Saint I do love you so well You cannot think nor I can tell As when from earth some look on high And see the Lights that grace the skie They think them small because they seem Not unto them to be extreme So you perchance when you do read My Love dress'd in so poor a weed As my weak Muse can frame will straight Or think it counterfeit or light But could my hand express my minde You would no longer be unkinde For t is so full of love to you You cannot think nor I can shew 22. May you fair Sweet live long and happily But do not you live so that I must dye Be kind for if you chance to frown I fall Your No is equal to the Fates sad Call A curious Limner dares profess a Strife With Nature thinks with art to match the life O that my pen could draw my heart and you Be won by certainties to know me true How many thousand prayers would you read over How many vows professed by your Lover What a poor martyr you would see An heart Dying in flames because you care not for't â—hall I believe you always will remain â—o careless of me and so slight my pain â—'le not despair when you least think to be Kind unto me the Gods may pity me Make you with me in an affection joyn And mollifie your heart as much as mine To sacred Hymen their high wills reveal And make him sign our Loves with his broad seal Nor will I wish if you do slight me ever That you may love and may be pitied never Far be it from me onely that you may Sigh once weep one tear and wear black one day But I will hope you may be kind and though Y' are strange so long not always use me so Pity your Servant if I do not prove Worthy of your love then withdraw your love 23. To her resolved to go beyond Sea Unkind fair Mistress are not frowns and Noes Enough to fill your Servant full of woes Can you not be cruel enough unless You leave this Kingdom and do pass the Seas Like unto Caesar would you have me fall With many wounds and triumph over all Though when y' are gon my fate is sad I will Wish you all good though you wish me all ill May Neptune proud of such a burthen smooth His old and angry Face and fall in love May not an adverse winde as much as breath That you may smile upon the Seas beneath Were I not wondrous true instead of prayers I should use imprecations curse the stars Wish Neptune with his powerful Trident throw The waters from the Centre and below In that Abyss sink down your Ship and then The raging
of beauty her Fine admirable Breasts prefer Before Olympus or Mount Ide Where Iove most happy might abide What c. 9. She had her clothes on and I could See no more but to say am bold That there was too much beauty under To be look'd on for love and wonder What would you give c. The second Song 1. You Ladies fair That worthy are Of all to be beloved And yet have hearts So hard that darts From eyes have never moved 2. You cruel Saints That slight complaints And scorn to pity any I hope to see The time when ye Shall be in love with many 3. Which when I hear Then I will swear That you are rightly fitted And that himself The little Elfe On you hath well acquitted 4. But do your worst I 'm not accurst My Mistris is no coy one For she is kind And hath no mind Within her to destroy one The third song being an answer to O no I tell thee no. 1. Away I say away I no longer can delay And my heart forbids me stay It swears by thy squint eyes That could never entice Foul Porters or Footboyes By thy Ruby nose and lips lilly white And thy teeth with yellow dight Nere to come nere to come again in thy sight 2. It swears by thy dry'd skin Thy bosome within And thy paps lank and thin And by thy durty golls That be to carry coles And rake dust out of holes By thy beastly form and thy foul gouty feet That can scarce cross a street Nere again nere again thee any where to meet 3. By my hatred it swears Thy crook-back and lave-ears Thy threescore and odde years By thy breath that is So strong that with a kiss It would kill a Cockatrice By my last farwell this kicke on thy breech And thy old salt Itch Nere to see nere to see thee again thou witch The fourth song being a fictitious Relation Let every man beware for fear of stout Hugh Nunnick To speak ill of his Cornwall or to dispraise Boconnick For he 's a Cornish Chaugh and not of it ashamed And born was near Boconnick at a place needs not be named 2. He hath been very merry all from the mount to Lanston Where about many a May-pole and many a green he hath danc'd on At Lestithel and Bodman at Truro and Polmagon The courteous Lad Polwheel and he have tossed many a Flagon 3. He plaid at foils before his Worship Sir Iohn Trelany Where on the eyes and foreheads and mouthes he hit a many There was a cudgel-play not long since at Penwarden Where he did break a Constables head and the shins of a Churchwarden 4. At Foy he almost lost his eyes with too much laughter When he was at the wedding of Pru the Mayors fair daughter He was invited to venison but the Pasty being open There nought was in 't but Apples and they but meanly soken 5. At Tap-houses he drank Syder with the old Lord Roberts Brewer And cuft him ere he parted for saying he was truer Then the Hostesse railed and said that he was foxed She ly'd like a stinking Baggage he could have drunk an Hogshead 6. At Okehampton town old Sherry gave him thâ— staggers Where he was so unruly they lodg'd him among the Beggars At Exeter a Chine of beef he had the first he eat oâ— And you my friends that hear this song he swore â— was a great one He spent his money in rambling and so was fainâ— rook on Al the way from Salssbury until he came to Okeham Where he lives very merry For he is that town Carrier And never left his trade but once to be Grave Maurice Warrier The fifth Song 1. It is an offence to love and to love you VVou'd I were blind or you were true VVhy should there be a mine of joyes within Your Body and to know 't a sin 2. If I do say I love I 'm sure t is fit If I have judgement or have wit For your deserts are wonders that would move Not onely mine but any 's love 3. Some half-soul'd men that cannot tell what t is To love or hate beyond a kiss By seeing you do kindle a strange fire VVithin them and your sweets desire 4. You need not clothes nor art nor with a smile Hope any mans heart to beguile Your Coyness your Neglects your Frowns will do More then all Ladies else that wooe 5. T is not my weakness but t is your desert I am not owner of my heart The puppet-play that by water goes The sword of Guy or Iohn of Gaunt We wise c. 5. Let zealous fasters trudge a foot And toile their legs to hear a Lecture And there be chok'd with an Hebrew root At which the Minister doth conjecture We wise c. 6. They that are gluttons and love meat And it had rather be devouring The greasy Cook-shops may repleat VVhil'st we our full cups are out-pouring We wise c. 7. Y' are welcome all unto this place That fears no Constable or Church-warden Here we will sing and drink apace And slight the sports of Paris-garden We wise Do them despise For we will stay here And with whole flaggons baite our own bear The eighth song upon the first expedition into the North under the late King 1. Will you hear a song Shall do no body no wrong And yet was writ at randum By a friend of mine Ore a glass of wine So great it would make a man dumb 2. He wanted no matter To have made it a Satyre And abus'd all towns-men and Nobles But he thought it unfit o to wrong his wit To bring himself into troubles 3. To all his friends He sends his commends And praies them when they are drinking To forbear to prate Of matters of State And leave them to th' Councels thinking 4. Nor to take it in snuff If a man in buff Doth come into their chamber As if they thought All Souldiers were naught And a contempt was in armour 5. Nor when they are drunk To think of a punk For fear of the flux or sweating But away to creep And at home go sleep And leave it a friendly meeting 6. He would have them next Not to be perplext If their mistress be cruel Nor to fight with them Whom they do esteem Lest they be jeer'd for the Duel 7. If a man love one And her heart be gon And plac'd upon another Let him do the same In little Cupids name And that will please Loves mother 8. Let him that is forth Going to the north Have his health drunk every sitting And all good success Wish'd unto the English And all things else befitting 9. Let the souldiers obey What the captains say Lest they disgrace their profession And save their blows From their friends for their foes And all their angers expression 10. Let us fight for our King And fame will sing Of us an endless story The Chronicles will tell That we did well And
lay her on a bed of Roses Terra's incognita's to find And it a paradise discloses Her belly like a bed of creame Appears unto our curious eyes Upon whose top you may esteem The Navil like a cherry lies Envy about her c. 7. Her mountain-thighs we doespy Cover'd with warm perpetual snow Ah what a streight between doth ly No Magellan did ever know Her neat-made legs forth stretched ly On sheets resembling a calme Sea And like to Promontories try To frame a safe and pleasant Bay Envy about her c. 8. Her pretty feet like lands-ends seem Whose toes likes Fairies do appear To tempt beholders to esteem No beauty such and t' enter there T is like fair maid you yet may boast That trifle cal'd virginity How many joyes you then have lost Therefore away with such a toy Envy about her c. 9. When you shall gracious be but thus To meet in groves or amorous beds Young Kings and Queens shall envy us And we will get new maidenheads And when we do refresh awhile You like a Princess bride shall rise And Art and Nature both shall toyl To dress you glorious as the skies Envy about you shall suppose No fault and wonder at your clothes The fourteenth song Emma's answer to William the Conquerour 1. Great conquerour you do a wrong Unto your judgement to compare Poor Emma in your amorous song To Ladies so renown'd and fair The hair that grows upon my head I have no cause to glory in It is as brown as is my bread And can I hope tempt none to fin My clothes are homely as my form I wear them but to keep me warm 9. My humble eies when I am up To read my office are employ'd And unto house-affaires to look And not to gaze abroad in pride I hope no want on beams they cast To work to any an unease Therefore my nose needs not be plac'd As Constable to keep the peace My clothes are homely c. 3. My lips will serve a country wench So also will my northern tongue It with my heart agrees in sense What I think speaking and no wrong My teeth are like to other girls Nor even nor white but in the mean I know they are but bones not pearls And slut I were were they not clean My clothes are homely c. 4. My ears will serve to do the part Which nature did designe them for The love of vertue 's in my heart And to hear lewdness I abhor I wonder why my neck you praise As other maidens are so 's it So is my breast which I adaies Use to weare cover'd as is fit My clothes are homely c. 5. My hands employ'd in houswifries To sow to spin or else to card Cannot be soft not being nice And 't is no shame to have them hard Such is poor Emma and no better VVhom royal Sir you so commend And I beseech you therefore let her Her poor life in plain truth to end My clothes are homely c. 6. Let not your fancy be unkind Unto your self ill thoughts to raise My wearied body at night doth find A bed of flocks or straw alwaies My other parts you please to name Are ordinary as the rest And I in truth do blush for shame To hear them so by you exprest My clothes are homely c. 7. I cannot from my tears refrain To hear you tax virginity How many martyr'd virgins reign In heaven for keeping chastity And in the dark Abyss below How many wretched souls do grone For slighting here their honour so As heathens have far better done My clothes are homely c. 8. I hope I never shall become Ungracious in so a high a wise To prostitute to any one A jewel heaven so much doth prize If I to please my friends should wed To any honest neighbours child I am resolv'd the marriage-bed To keep my life through undefil'd Though me then better clothes transform I le wear them but to keep me warm The fifthteenth Song 1. Here 's a Health to a merry old sinner A Glass of strong Aquavitae That for a crown and a dinner Will get you a Wench will delight you 2. Because that you are not for Ale Here 's a Health to a Wench in strong Beer Although she like it be stale She may happen to cost you dear 3. Here 's a Health in Ale to your Dear That lately hath serv'd in the Kitchin A bouncing Wastcoteer A remedy for your itching 4. Here 's a Health to the Earls fine daughter In Rhenish with Lemmon and Suggar Who with this well ballanc'd will after Give liberty to you to hugge her 5. Unto the Green-sickness Maid Here 's a Health in sparkling White Though yet she be never so staid She may alter her mind ere night 6. Unto the new married wife An Health here is in neat Claret Though her spouse lead a jealous Life And her tongue out-prattles a Parret 7. To the jovial widdow at last An health we will drink in Sack Her constitution 's in hast You may quickly guess what she doth lack 8. Now you have so freely drunk Their healths and merrily round Each of you may go to his Punk They are yours a mite to a pound 9. Bút now I 've thought better on 't Y 'ad best to leave drinking and whoring For virtue hereafter will vaunt When vice shall receive a great scowring The sixteenth Song of two lovers 1. Two lovers lately that for some years space Enjoy'd in each others looks an heaven of bliss Are parted and have left their usual gaze He on her beauties and she upon his Behold what alterations time can raise In humane breasts and setled constancies Great Love we do accuse thee of our crime And thank for our recovery onely Time 2. As I have seen a crooked river run Through Meads and moorish grounds in oblique course So slighly stealing as no way it won And no intention had to leave the source And never roar'd at all till it begun Into another stream to yield its force So no dislike her cunning Fashion show'd Till all her Favours she from him bestow'd 3. Long he her lov'd and long she lov'd again And both did glory in each others heart Cupid in each breast kept an equal reign A mutual court of joy without all art Without dissimulation or disdain Without the least offence to either part Till a new love possest her yielding mind After so long continuing true and kind 4. He afterwards retreated as was fit Cal'd home his heart and quench'd the mighty fire With drinking Lethe to his former fit That had so long enthral'd him to desire And generous spirit that hast conquer'd it All hail And welcome to the sacred Quire Of Freedoms Temple where bright Truth discovers And laughes at all the follies of all Lovers The seventeenth Song Of a Mistresse 1. I love a Lass as fair as ere was seen Yet have I never seen if she be fair Grandees
to The supreme powers that they should punish me Not onely with the madness of my subjects But the distraction of my wife and sister Enter Horatio and Prudentia What do I see they do embrace and kiss My sisters madness will undo her how He came at liberty I marvel much Whom I would have to lie in prison walke in freedome and whom I would have in freedome run of themselves to prison Prud. Most noble Brother Lav. Sister I grieve to see thee thus Hora. Excellent Prince Lav. Sure the good Angels that had wont to guard The Medices in all their actions Have for the horrid sins of Florence left us And fled to Heaven Hora. His mind again is altered Pru. Dear brother do not frown and look so angry Lav. Peace sister I 'me asham'd to hear you speak Each word you say is poyson in my eares Puchanello Jailor Puc I come Within Pru. What mean you Sir Hor. I must again to prison fickle fortune How soon a happy man thou makest wretched Enter Puchanello Lav. Sirra why did you set this man Brunetto Or this Horatio I know not what to call him At liberty Puc Will he nere be wise your Highness bade me Lav. I Bethink you and answer truly Puc Your Highness knowes I durst not for my life Ha don 't without your licence Pru. Sweet Brother Lav. Silence would become you better far Hor. Life of my heart do not disturb your self I am unworthy you should speak for me Lav. Sirra take him again and look to him better then you have your madness shall not excuse you if once more you serve me thus Hor. I must be patient good Heavens soone alter this sullen fit into his former kindness Farewel my sweet Prudentia Exeunt with Hora Pru. I wonder Brother what pleasure you take In crossing me after this sort Lav. It is in vain to answer frantick people Pru. I I am mad 't is your perversness makes me Exeunt Scena tertia Enter Trappolin solus Trap. YEt I cannot meet with the Duke I long to see him look like me I would fain powder his Highness Eo Meo and Areo I thank you faith my hat my glass and cloke honest Father Conjurer I will love thee while I live Enter Barbarino and Machavil Hel's broke loose again I do what the Duke undoes and he undoes what I do Mac. Long live your Highness Trap. Amen Bar. And happily Tra. Amen I say but how my small friends came you hither I thought you had been under lock key Mac. I fear he 's ill as ere he was Trap. Sirra Puchanello so ho so ho come hither you rogue Bar. We must in again Mac. Good Gods will this frenzie never leave him Enter Puchanello Trap. Goodman durty-face why did you not keep me these in prison till I bid you let them out Puc So please your Highness so I did Trap. Dare you lie so boldly you take me for a Doctor Gracian of Franckolin I warrant you or a fool in a play you 'r so sawcy with me Mac. Good Gods Bar. Was ever heard the like Puc Beseech your Highness to remember your self Trap. Now I bethink my self perhaps I might do it when I was drunk if I did bid you give them their liberty it was when I was fox't and now I am sober lay them up agin walk my good Lord Banishers your Honours know the way Puc Will this humour never leave him Bar. We must endure it Mac. There is no remedy Trap. My Lord Prisoners get you gone I am an hungry and cannot stand to hear any supplication Puc You must obey my Lords Exeunt Trap. Yet all goes well all goes exceeding well My wil 's obey'd I am suppos'd the Duke My hat my glass and cloak retain their force And Father Conjurer does not forsake me Exit Scena quarta Enter Mattemoros the Spanish Captain solus Mat. THough horrid War thou bear'st a bloody sword And marchest o're the world in dreadful arms Though fearful mankind on their humble knees Beseech the Gods to keep thee from their homes Yet art thou when trick'd up in dismall robes Presaging death and ruine to a State More lovely to a valiant souldiers eyes Then are the pleasures of a wanton Court And sure if our great Duke Lavinio Had been i' th field expecting of a foe He nere had been distracted as he is 'T is peace that doth bewitch us from our selves Fills most Heroick hearts with amorous toyes And makes â—s to forget what honor is But for Hipolita's sake I must not speak Any thing ill of Love Love I must say Is good but war leads the more noble way Enter Lavinio Lav. How do you Captain Mat. I am your Highness creature Lav. Saw you not lately Barbar or Maccha Mat. Yes Lav. Where are they Mat. Your Highness knows in prison Lav. O heavens in prison again Good gods when will you remove this frenzy from the Florentines Mat. I see there is little hope on him Lav. Why are they in prison Mat. Because your Highness did command Lav. Never Captain I never did command it go and bid Pucchanello let them out Mat. Sir he dares not at my bidding Lav. Here take my Ring and do 't Mat. One humor in the morning and another in the afternoon will it never be better Exit Lav. Wo'd I did know what hainous sin it is I have commited that is so offensive Unto the Gods to cause this punishment That I might sue unto them for forgiveness And they be reconcil'd and pitty Florence I 'm fâ—ll and full of wonder perhaps some fiend Permitted by the heavens assume's my shape And what I do undoth was ever known Such a distraction in the world before Enter Trappolin Trap. At last I have found him Lav. This the Impostor is that hath deceiv'd The eyes of all it can be nothing else Trap. I vow and swear I am something afraid but will be bold Eo Meo and Areo sit close come out powder come out father Conjurer I rely on your powder Take that for my sake Flings it on him Lav. What rudeness is this Trap. I have don 't i'faith Trap. I have repealed thee for Flametta's sake Lav. How is this If thou art a fiend the gracious heavens be kind And give a period to thy wild proceedings But if thou art a Conjurer I 'le have thee Burnt for thy Magick as thou dost deserve Trap. Trappolin talk wisely Lav. Why dost thou call me so Trap. Aha! A man forget himself so art thou not he Lav. I am the Duke Trap. Beware of treason do you know your own face if you see 't look here what say you now Lav. I am bewich't thou art a Conjurer And hast transformed me to a banish't Rogue Trap. For Flametta's sake I pardon thee this language but learn to speak better lest you walk again Exit Lav. Heaven earth and hell have all agreed together To load me with a plague unknown before Unto the world
And many such too tedious to recite Thesâ— and the like of his Amours being known Juno's firm'st patience was overthrown Who by her much opprobrious language given Hath divers times even scolded him from Heaven Be gentle henceforth Cupid and invite Reciprocally unto thy delight For bloodshed wanton is unfit for you Thy Sire-by-law should dreadful Armes pursue T is he that may great Territories wast And make whole Kingdoms at his name agast T is he not thou that sternly should advance To the expulsure of a Soul a Lance. T is he that should sound trumpets and the noise Of baleful Drums make penetrate the skies Lutes Viols Orpherions such as these Not Mars his wrathful Musick thee should please But be as cruel as thou wilt my verse Shall blunt thine arrows that they shal not peirce Our work we have concluded and do pray All those whose burnings Fits it shall allay To love our Memory and speak our prayse And if we merit them to give the Bayes The first Eglogue Coridon and Strephon. Cori. WHy Strephon art thou melancholy grown And wilâ— not use thine oaten pipe hast known Any ill news of late hath dul'd thy wit Made us unhappy and thy self unfit Stre. 'T is no Report kinde Coridon hath made Me cloud my brow with sorrow and be sad It is a cause more high a cause that can Destroy the joy of the most fortunate man Cori. And may I know it Strephon Dare you trust Me with a Secret and conceive me just Believe I will be silent If you dare I should desire this Novelty to hear Stre. Ah Coridon I am in love with one The fairest Shepherdess was ever knowne Her Face is beauties abstract wherein we May at perfection every beauty see Corid And art thou sad because thou art in love So Jove should grieve because he reigns above There is no fate so high befalls a Swain As to love where he is belov'd again Tell me my Strephon therefore why art sad Is it because thy Dear will not be had Stre. She cannot Coridon for she is wed And fine young Perigot hath her maiden-head As blithe a Shepherd as did ever sing Neat Roundelayes unto our Goat-foot King He is an happy man and doth enjoy That beauty which I languish for and dy Cori. Strephon I grieve thou art enthralled so Desist betimes and forward do not go Thy flames extinguish whilst they do begin For such a Love is against Pan a Sin And while yong Perigot lives what hope have you If she unto him do not prove untrue Stre. I do confess I have none neither would Commit so great an evil if I could I am enamour'd neither more nor less Then Thenot on the faithful Shepherdess I love her vertues and if she should fall My love to her would be no love at all Corid Thou art an honest Swain and our Feild-God Will bless thee in thy Cottage and abroad Stre. As I have faithfully to you replide So let none of my questions be denide Cori. They shall not Strephon I should be unjust Unto your merits if I did distrust Your secresie in any thing I speak He that doth doubt his friend doth friendship break Stre. Is there no lâ—ss whom Coridon doth like You did the Paphian Archer never strike Or are you such a man as never car'd Whether a womans heart were soft or hard Corid Strephon I love but I do fear in vain Because rich Melibe intends to gain A wealthier Shepherd for his daughter one Whose fortune must prevent thy Coridon Stre. And would he merchandize his daughter may He long expect and never see that day Steal her young Shepherd never let her be Whom thou affects subject to salarie Corid But ere I saw my Mira or did know What beauties made her perfect I did owe My love to Galatea but I lost My labour which good old Palaemon crost Because he did believe that I would prove A careless Shepherd and the Downs not love Judge Strephon that know'st me above report If I be justly censur'd by him fort ' Do I not love the fields and use to play On Oaten reedes many a Roundelay Stre. He that says otherwise he doth not know Thy Nature truly but becomes thy foe Because being Ignorant he doth undertake So bold a Character of thee to make Were he acquainted with thy wayes to thee Palaemon would give Galatea free And think his age more happy then his youth That made a Shepherd his of so much truth Corid Flatter not Strephon I do want those parts That make a man be lov'd for his deserts Could I but sing such neat fine Lays as you I might believe these praises were my due Stre. And so you can if Tityrus says right Who told me Dities you did well endite Corid Now you do mention Tityrus I must Be to his merits and our friendship just He is a Shepherd would he please to sing Might lengthen with his voice the speedy Spring Did he but know how much the downs he wrongs The woods and dales would eccho with his songs He knows when Notes are over-sharp or flat And is the ablest Boy that ever sat Upon an Hillock would he use his Reed And joy his want on flock while it doth feed Stre. He is an able Lad indeed and likes Arcadian Pastorals and willing strikes A Plaudite to th' Epilogues of those Happy Inventions Shaksphere did compose Beaumont and Fletcher he will listen to And allow Johnsons method high and true He prais'd you to me and I do believe He his own Judgement would not wrong to give Feign'd Commendations Do not therefore fear Sith he approves your pipe who doth it hear Corid Strephon I thank both you and him will Be proud hereafter to make known my skill If I but please the few I mean it for To seek for vulgar praise I shall abhor Stre. Coridon it is late Farewel untill We meet again upon this flowry Hill My Master will make wonder at my stay I otherwise would not so soon away Cori. Thy Master 's happy in thy care Adieu As I will be in absence be thou true The second Eglogue Thenot and Amarillis Then WHy art thou sad fair Shepherdess and so Fil'st Heaven with sighs of hidden inward wo What is the reason that in thy fresh years Thou drown'st thy lovely cheeks with showers of tears Withering the Roses that did flourish there And pal'st thy youthful blood with heavy chear Behold the long expected Spring is come And joyful Birds are now no longer dumbe They every Grove that is do make a Quire Chirping in them the layes of their desire Our Lads and Lasses that in winter were Drowsie like the dull season of the year Are merry now and upon all the Downs Kindly receive and kindly give green Gowns Onely our Amarillis fain'st of all Mourns like a follower of a Funeral What is the cause for I would gladly know If it such sorrow doth deserve or no. Amar. Ah
winds blow back the Seas agen And cover you that women henceforth may Beware and earnest love with earnest pay But I am patient and though in vaine I love I dare not therefore be profane May you arrive safely and soon and live In all felicity whil'st I here grieve And sigh and weep for you may not a thought Of yours remember me be I forgot Lest when you think how you have left me you Should give a stop unto your mirth and rue But one word more it is not yet too late To make a wretched Lover fortunate Let not my prayers sighes vows be spent in vain But as I do love you so love again And we will go together never part Till I your body have who have my heart Which had I in possession I should finde Ways soon enough to win your backward mind 24. Although she cannot number thousands even With some deform'd whom Fortune more hath given Shall want of wealth scorn'd by true happiness Resist my way or make me love her less Yet hath she a fair Portion and her Name From one of our best Houses Coritane And she is beauteous as a cheerful day Or Venus rising from her Mother-Sea Are not her teeth the richest Pearls and sure He that hath Pearls enow cannot be poor Are not her radiant eies two diamonds fair And we all know that those stones precious are Art not her hairs of Gold And what but it fit Makes wrinkles smooth Age youth unfit things Her beauteous Cheekes are Roses such as neither The Spring can give nor the cold Winter wither Her lovely Breasts are Apples of more worth Then ever the Hesperides brought forth Arabian Odours both the India's Good She in one curious body doth include Cupid in nothing more his eies doth miss Then that he cannot see how fair she is Jupiter for her would unthrone his Queen And Pluto leave his lovely Proserpine Neptune from Amphitrite would remove And Mars for her forsake the Queen of love She 's like a Soul before it doth depart Even all in all and All in every part No man hath seen her but to every Sence Of him she bettereth the intelligence He knows his eies are perfect in their sight That in no other Object can delight He knows his smelling's exquisite that doth When he hath felt her breath all others loth A perfume for the Gods most fit and sweet When they at Counsel on Olympus meet And Iris they or Mercury beneath T is likely send for her so fragrant breath A free and unconfined touching her Above the lips of Queens all would prefer Or sacred hands of bounteous Kings compar'd The pretious Down of Phoenix's being hard Unto her softer skin And her sweet Tongue Which chides in Musick and enchantes in song And strikes the ablest Rhetoricians dumb Is fit'st to plead the peace of Christendom He in the sphere of happiness will move On whom she pleases to bestow her love And have the most delicious Repast That shall her Hymenaean Dainties tast You that are beauty in the Zenith who Can find no Equal wheresoer'e you go My Love no longer cruelly despise But dart me mercy from your gracious eyes And we shall both be rich For I am sure Themselves no happy Lovers ere thought poore 25. To her obtain'd Past are my sighs and woes complaints and tears Nor am I longer subject to my fears Her frowns no more strike terrour to my soul Though I was wounded she hath made me whole Within the rank of happy Lovers I Am now enrol'd and march triumphantly Ore all the Crosses that before did stay And hinder me to enter in this way And sing the Boy-Gods praise who wanting sight Shot at my Mistress and did hit the White My happiness is such that Times to come Shall not complain I of my joys was dumbe Let him whose Mistress is deform'd or old Not worth a Sonnet nor a Line withhold Or if on such an heap of years or sad Chaos of features he will needs run mad Loose the true judgement of his eyes or think That Channel water's Nectar he doth drink Let him profess he 's happy ne're so much The World that sees her cannot think him such 'T were fondness in me that what ere my youth Writ in her praise I now should say was truth I would not if I could but to be just To her and to my self thus much I must I 'm so far from repenting of my choice That every day she 's dearer in mine eyes Dear heart and dearer to me then mine heart We 'l live in love and in our loves depart The World shall bless our Fates and they that come Into sad bonds wish happy Lovers dumb Funeral Elegies 1. On the Death of my very good Friend Mr. Michaâ—l Drayton PHoebus art thou a God and canst not give A Priviledge unto thine own to live Thou canst But if that Poets nere should dye In Heaven who should praise thy Deity Else â—ill my Drayton thou hadst liv'd and writ Thy life had been immortal as thy wit But Spencer is grown hoarse he that of late Song Glorianâ— in her Elfin state And so is Sydney whom we yet admire Lighting our little Torches at his fire These have so long before Apollo's Throne Carrel'd Encomiums that they now are growne Weary and faint and therefore thou didst dye Their sweet unfinish'd Ditty to supply So was the Iliad-writer rapt away Before his lov'd Achilles fatall day And when his voice began to fail the great 〈…〉 did assume his seat Therefore we must not mourn unless it be 〈◊〉 none is left worthy to follow thee It is in vain to say thy lines are such As neither time not envies rage can touch For they must live and will whiles there 's an eye To reade or wit to judge of Poetrie You Swans of Avon change your fates and all Sing and then die at Drayton's Funeral Sure shortly there will not a drop be seen And the smooth-pebbled Bottom be turn'd green When the Nymphes that inhabit in it have As they did Shakespeere wept thee to thy grave But I molest thy quiet sleep whil'st we That live would leave our lives to die like thee 2. On my dear Sister Mrs. Isabella Cokaine who who died at Ashbourne about the 18th yeer of her Age and lyes there buried IT is an irreligious pride to turne Away our eyes and not to see thine Urne For sure that body whose blest soul doth keep A Jubile in heaven while here asleep It lies in holy earth is every day Bless'd by good Angels that do pass that way And therefore we with reverence should eye The Sepulchres where Saints entomb'd do lye And every time that we do go or come Nigh where thine Ashes lye behold thy Tombe But when we see it should we weep our eyes Dry of their tears and then conclude in cries It is impossible that our complaints Should make a Diapason to the Saints â—an Hallelujahs song above
Loss our trembling Heart such wise lament As they like Semi and Demi-Quavers went So he is gone as Heaven hath thought iâ— best And after all his pains hath made a Rest Musicks best Instrument his body made Wherein his soul upon the Organs plai'd But Death was likewise Sacrilegious grown Who rudely hath those Organs overthrown For other Exequies what need we call Play o're his Hearse his own fam'd Funeral The doleful Aire that he compos'd to mourn For beauteous Reppingtons untimely Urne What need more words when no words can declare The Merits of a Man so wondrous rare He was too excellent for earth And 's gone To be in Heaven a prime Musician Letters to divers Persons 1. To the Right Honourable John Lord Mohun Baron of Okehampton my Vncle in Law MY Lord unto you now I have not writ For Ostentation or to boast my wit I know it weak this onely is to shew How willingly I 'de pay the debt I owe Which though I cannot I should be most rude To let my Silence prove Ingratitude I must write therefore though when I have done I rest in silent Admiration Be you but pleas'd to reade although t is true I cannot draw a line deserveth you So gracious Kings will give their Subjects leave To gratulate the Blessings they receive Let our most able Poets such as can Feign vertues for a well deserving Man Express with th'eloquence of all the Arts Half one of your Innumerable Parts I can but onely wonder and profess I know so little that I cannot guess It were an easier matter to declare The heights and depthes that in each Science are All Labyrinthes that Dialect affords And Critick-like which are the hardest words Of you a Character would be a task Maeonides and Maro would not ask If for preeminence they were to write It is so weighty and their skill so slight The fluent Singer of the Changes would In imploration for Aide grow old And yet they were the Miracles of Wit Through all Times famous and renowned yet Honour'd by Grandees of the world and by The Supreme beauty of sweet Italy Witness the conquering Macedonian Prince Who wept for envy Homer's eloquence And mighty Poesie rais'd to the Stars Achilles Fame and thunder'd not his wars And great Augustus who could easily slight All other things t' admire rich Virgil's height Witness bright Julia too who far above The Roman Princes all did Ovid love Happy was Orpheus that in former times To admiration did rehearse his rhimes So was Amphion too that long ago His matchless skill in poetry did show Had they been your Contemporaries they Whom all men did and Salvages obey And rocks and trees with all their study ne're Could pen one line worth your attentive ear Had great Aeacides your worthes he so Had not effected Hectors Overthrow He had been slain fairly or liv'd for great And worthy mindes unworthy Actions hate Ajax was onely honour'd in the field Would you had pleaded for him for the sheild The Ithacan disgrac'd away had gone And the blunt Souldier put the trophie on Comparisons are odious I disgrace You to look on you by anothers face You Heaven-bred souls whom Phoebus doth inspire From high Olympus with Poetick fire Bewail no more these ignorant wretched days This singular Lord will not withhold the Bays You Sisters that frequent the Thespian Spring And on Parnassus Io Paeans sing He hath been and is now a Patron to you And in his own immortal Lays doth woe you Proceed my Lord and let it be your Glory No Chronicler dares put you in his Story For if your vertues verse cannot express I must believe that heavy Prose much less Again proceed and let this move you to it Of your own worthes you must be your own Poet Or let your vertues rule Amazements throne To be expres'd by no Muse but your own And lest from your own goodness you decline Pardon each fault that is in every line 2. To my friend and Kinsman Mr. George Giffard who cal'd his Mistress the Green Bird of France THe Necromancy of your love doth change Your Mistress to a Bird so to ' estrange Her name from vulgar ears and to conceal Those harmless passages of love you steal And by this means be your heart what it will Your tongue's Platonick that can keep this still But sure your judgement and most curious eyes Fancie no bird but that of Paradise The Phoenix or a third of mighty worth A wonder and a Glory to the earth Jove's Eagle's too aspiring to invite Your mind to love or love to apetite The Doves of Venus you too gentle know And yours must give you cause to court and wo. Minerva's Owl is onely for the Night And your fair Mistress doth become the light Saturnia's Peacock hath a gaudy train But feet too course such Colours to sustain Your Bird so curious is she would disperse The Clouds of prose and make it run in verse She 's not deriv'd from Magellanick Streights Where the most numerous Parat-Covey delights But from a richer Soyle and may perchance The Dolphin wake to court the Bird of France But Caesars self might conquer Gaul anew And with his victories not trouble you Your fair green Bird of France doth know her power Superiour to the roughest Conquerour Whil'st she resists no fort so strong as she Whose victour must her own consenting be Nor martial engine sword or piece can move Her from your love while she will be your love But if her Resolution alter then Her how to you will you retrieve agen Like the mad lover make your heart the sure And that will bring her or she 'l come no more Had Hymen lighted his auspicious Pine And you joyn'd happy hands before his shrine Then would not you and your admired love The Changes imitate of amorous Jove Who like a Swan fair Laeda did compress And on her got the Twins Tyndarides But why since Birds are of all colours seen Do you call her you most affect the Green The Firmament we see attir'd in blew But that too heavenly a Colour is for you The earth is green and you do think most fit That she be so while she doth live on it The Sea is green and Sea-born Venus was Made beauties Goddess being most beauteous Lass And your fair One whom you think Parallel To her you call the Green-Bird wondrous well All health I wish her from each sickness free But one whose cure I do commit to thee If the Green Sickness she doth chance to get Your Love and Care of her may remed it 3. To the right honourable Ferdinand Earl of Huntingdon c. MY Lord I have not silent been so long For want of zeal but fear'd to do you wrong Could I but draw a line deserv'd your eyes Your name should from the earth touch at the skies But as the meanest Pesants came before The greatest Caesars Rome did ere adore And as the gracious Gods no
hopefull youth and let thy happy strain Redeem the Glory of the Stage again Lessen the Loss of Shakespeares death by thy Successful Pen and fortunate phantasie He did not onely write but act And so Thou dost not onely act but writest too Between you there no difference appears But what may be made up with equal years This is my Suffrage and I scorn my Pen Should crown the heads of undeserving men 11. Of Love Heroick Caesar that did overcome So many Nations triumphed in Rome Was by a Lady's eye captived so That amorously he did both court and woe And never quiet was till he enjoy'd Fair Cleopatra her young brothers bride Illustrious Anthony did leave the Care To be Romes Emperour and forsook the War Left all his Souldiers in a doubtful Fight And on the Seas pursued his fled delight Since such great mindes by Love enthralled be Wherefore alas wonders the world if we May married couples lawfully enjoy The Sweetes of Love till they themselves do cloy And must the rest their censures undergo For the same thing which they so often do We must not have fruition where we woo'd But onely there where we do know 't is good A circumstance doth make a thing unjust For th'chastest Love is but a Lawful Lust 12. To young Maides translated out the 3. lib. De Arte Amandi Venturae memores jam nunc estote senectae Sic nullum vobis Tempus abibit iners Dum licet veros etiam nunc editis annos Ludite sunt anni more fluentis aquae Nec quae praeteriit rursum revocabitur unda Nec quae praeteriit hora redire potest Vtendum est aetate cito pede labitur aetas Nec bona tam sequitur quam bona prima fuit Think often on old Age and it's decayes And so you will not lose your flourishing dayes Whil'st you enjoy fit years young wenches play For years like speedy waters steal away Past streams will never be cal'd back again Nor will an hour return though spent in vain Use youth for it quickly away doth pass And time to come's not as the former was Thus far the Roman Poet. But alas That book the cause of his exilement was And if you follow the advise h'ath given 'T wil work you a worse banishment from Heaven 13. To Plautia Away fond thing tempt me no more I 'le not be won with all thy store I can behold thy golden hair And for the owner nothing care Thy Starry eyes can look upon And be mine own when I have done Thy cherry ruby lips can kiss And for fruition never wish Can view the Garden of thy cheeks And slight the roses there as leeks Can hear thee sing with all thine Art Without enthralling of mine heart My Liberty thou canst not wrong With all the Magick of thy tongue Thy warm Snow-breasts and I can see And neither sigh nor wish for thee Behold thy feet which we do bless For bearing so much happiness Yet they at all should not destroy My strong preserved Liberty Could see thee naked as at first Our Parents were when both uncur'st And with my busie searching eyes View strictly thy hid rarities Yet after such a free survey From thee no Lover go away For thou art false and wilt be so I else no other fair would wo. Away therefore tempt me no more I 'le not be won with all thy store 14. Of my Mistress written at Venice I thought when I was far remov'd My Mistress I should not have lov'd But having seen another Fair As in all Cities Beauties are My former passions should forget And here a new affection set But Venice though fam'd every where For matchless Ladies cannot bear My thoughts from her whom I unkind Though she the cause have left behind Had she not been a cruel One But lov'd I then had stai'd at home And be she far more harsher then Tigers half starv'd or salvage men Abroad she shall not kill me I In my own Countrey will go die And vow some true friend to engrave Upon my Stone this Epitaph Here lies the Man whose faith him slew Who still had liv'd if been untrue 15. To Mrs. Mary Coke an Acrostick M y busie eyes lately captiv'd me so A bove my strength I know not what to do R etain my Liberty I could not all Y our beauties Lady needs must make a thrall C ould I but shew my heart which I desire O n it your Picture you might see entire K inde therefore be and let it be your will E ffectually to save and not to kill 16. To my Uncle Sir John Stanhope an Acrostick S ir to be silent unto you would be I magin'd ill by you thought worse by me R eason I have to write and therefore will I cannot with my thoughts sit and be still O ver and over let me search my heart H ere you and there I find in every part N o man was ever to another bound S o much as I to you for you have found T o make your self more matchless such new A s the Invention would extort a praise wayes N ature was kind to me and I do bless H er care to give me such an happiness O nely t' have been your friend had been a fate P roud to have made me ever but my State E xceedes I am your Nephew and you do Increase my joy and make me your friend too Shall I be silent then I can as well Make my self worthy as refrain to tell You are my wonder every word you speak Vice trembles at and thinks that she shall break No stop hath vertue but you do remove Casting the same away out of your love Live long and glory in your worth for you Equal your will exceed what others do 17. Of my Mistress I love a Lass whose eyes are Stars Divine Whose teeth are pearls set in a ruby line Whose mouth 's a sacred spell and doth encharm Her coldest hearers hearts and makes them warm Whose hairs are curls of God and can compel The God of Love himself to love her well But be she cruel would here eyes were not Such Heavenly Stars that they might be forgot Would her teeth were not pearls but far from fair That I for them at all might nothing care Would her mouth were an homely one and all Her hair would change the curious hew or fall For if my Mistress force me to despair I cannot choose but wish she were not fair 18. To my Cousin Mr. Charles Cotton an Acrostick C ousin I write to you that you may know H ow much I love you and how much would A ll that I can I will do and have good show R eason to do much more and if I coo'd L ong time I have desired to express E ach thought I have of my own happiness S uch you have made me by your love and do C ompel me each day more to honour you O 't is a noble part
height It may last both your lives Good night 67. To Captain Mouther I 've been importun'd by some friends to tell How I approve your verses I say well Nor dare I otherwise that understand You have a desperate Courage heavy hand And a long sword Those few that do not matter The trifle cal'd their lives may scorn to flatter And so do I swearing that you write Works Will please the Christians and amaze the Turkes 69. To Mr. Clement Fisher of Wincott Shakspeare your Wincot-Ale hath much renownd That fo'xd a Beggar so by chance was found Sleeping that there needed not many a word To make him to believe he was a Lord But you affirm and in it seem most eager 'T will make a Lord as drunk as any Beggar Bid Norton brew such Ale as Shakspeare fancies Did put Kit Sly into such Lordly trances And let us meet there for a fit of Gladness And drink our selves merry in sober sadness 70. To Astrologers Your Industry to you the art hath given To have great knowledge in th'outside of heaven Beware lest you abuse that Art and sin And therefore never visit it within An Epitaph on Mrs. Brigit Allibond who dyed at Chenye about the eighteenth year of her age and lies there buried Here Brigit Allibond doth buried lye Whos 's too much love occasioned her to dye Insatiate thirst of gold Her Servants friends Sent him to travel and workt ' both their ends There he deceas'd which sad news thrust the Dart Of death through both her ears into her heart So Love chang'd Darts with Death Love too unkind To kill the body with the wound o th' mind Virgins should mourn her loss And by her men May see how Maids belov'd can love agen 72. An Epitaph on Lycisca who forc'd her husband to counterfeit his Religion Here lyes Lycisca that was full of Evil And therefore to be fear'd gone to the Devil Now seeing he and she have set all even Her Husband may walk in the Rode to Heaven 73. To Mrs. Francis Pegge my wifes Neece You once did think to be a Nun but now I hope you will forbeae that sacred vow And if you will be making vows pray take An husband and an holy vow him make So whether you become a Nun or wife Under a vow you may lead out your life 74. To Mr. Gilbert Knyveton and Mr. Thomas Knyueton my wifes Brothers Pray take an house and so continue on The hospitality you have begun For of such means none handsomer did live Or to their friends more generous welcome give Though you from Bradley are remov'd make known To noble minds each Country is their own 75. To my sister Mrs. Katharine Weston We were two brothers and five sisters now They are all dead alas save I and you All that Affection that among us was Let us therefore on one another place So we for Brothers and for sisters love An Emulation shall in others move 76. To my Cousin Mr. John Milward Of women some are foul and some are fair Some virtuous are and others are as bad Some go in poor apparel others rare Some melancholy are and others glad Some are at their prime others decaying are Some are reserv'd and others to be had Some timorous are any thing others dare Some dull and mop'd and others blith and mad Some humorous are others of freakes beware Some love to keep rheir homes others to gad Some high in virtues do themselves declare Others are overwhelm'd in vices sad Ovid would take of all to please his sences Give me a glass of Sack and choose you wenches 77. An Epitaph on Mr. Peter Allibond Fellow of Lincolne Colledge in Oxford Here buried lies within this hollow ground Oxfords prime glory Peter Allibond His Learning Lincolne Colledge hath renown'd And few the road to his high Parts have found Death in his Proctorship gave him his wound And thereby hindred him to go his Round And here hath laid him in a sleep so drown'd Not to awake but by th' last trumpets sound From hence then to arise and to be crown'd We hope with joyes where all joyes do abound 78. To my Niece Mrs. Isabella Boteler Your sister Iulia's married well and so Sweet Niece I wish you were dispos'd of too You the green sickness languish in and sure For that an husband is the proper'st cure What tho child-bearing pains on women drawes Sweet-meats by th' Proverb should have sowre sauce 79. To Mr. Andrew Whitehall You make a Violl speak your nimble hand That instrument seems onely to command How meanly many play strike so amiss That at their want of skill the strings do hiss Like resty horses they false steps do make And the vext strings with very shame to shake VVell tun'd that would agree they wrong so far Their artless violence doth make them jar So they but scrape abuse the strings and stick How dull the quickest are to you more quick Some few with their soft hands may please but you Please not alone but raise amazement too Your fingers on the neck and hand on Bow The motions of the Intellect out-go Such is your playing But if you would write How much you Works all mankind would delight 80. An Epitaph on my Father Mr. Tho. Cokain who deceased in London about the of his age and lyes buryed in St. Giles's Church in the Fields Stay Passenger and read under this stone Here Thomas Cokain lyes Sir Edwards son Mapleton gave him birth but far from home At London he deceas'd and this his Tombe Too mean a Monument for his great worth But virtue never findes reward on earth He was his families Heir but transitory Knowing all terrene wealth chang'd his for glory And here his body soft repose doth take Till him the Angels Trumpets shall awake 81. Of Cats Two Cats fell out and one an other slew May all Cats so to one another do Yet I can them endure would be their friend But that they company so oft offend 82. Of the English Spanish and French The Spaniards love the English they them hate The English love the French and they hate them A strange capriciousness of humane Fate 〈◊〉 Nations should affect whom them contemn Despised Lovers need not to complain Seeing t is known whole kingdomes love in vain 83. Of the Low Dutch The Belgians hate all but themselves wherefor Because no nation else can them endure What should the reason be of such an hate For aid receiv'd they have been so ingrate 84. To Isabel Manifold of the Black Swan in Ashb Heark Isbel Parker Isbel Hood But hold These names might serve were hers not Manifol Pray answer were your husband in the grave Soon after would not you another have If other women divers men should use They would disgrace their names for such abuse But without blushes you may hear it told That you of Men have lain with Manifold 85. To the same As great a wonder as black Swans some guess
Satyre I have writ A remedy for those 'i th amorous fit Love Elegies and Funeral Elegies Letters of things of divers qualities Encomiastick Lines to works of some A Masque and an Epithalamium Two Books of Epigrams All which I mean Shall in this volume come upon the Scene Some divine Poems which when first I came To Cambridge I writ there I need not name Of Dianea neither my Translation Omitted here as of another fashion For heavens sake name no more you say I cloy you I do obey you Therefore friend God b'wy you 125. Of this Book This little Work I 've done which time may wast Or Ioves displeasure into darkness cast But I will hope the best and that it may Last after I am ashes many a day FINIS EPIGRAMS The third Book 1. To the Gentry of Darbyshire GEntlemen and my Countrey men pray look With courteous eyes upon this trivial Book For I present it to you that it may Show my respects to you another day Why to the Lords I write not you enquire I should not be so bold though I desire But to avoid prolixity of words Gentlemen they are though you are not Lords 2. To the Readers Two Books of Epigrams I 've writ before Yet Gentle Readers I present you more Behold the third here offer'd you but what It will prove good or bad I know not yet May it likewise obtain your candor els Henceforth for me write Epigrams your selves 3. To the Right Honourable Philip Earl of Chesterfield Baron of Shelford c. Philip the second Earl of Chesterfield I a request have and I hope you 'l yield Yet I in modesty long time have stuck From making it And 't is but for a Buck Bestow one on me and on this good reason I will not ask again till the next season 4. An Epitaph on Elizabeth the Lady Reppington who deceased at Ammington about the 50. year of of her age and lies buried at Tamworth Here underneath this Monumental Stone Elizabeth the Lady Reppington Doth lye inter'd And therefore whosoere Thou art that passest by awhile forbear Thy hast and read and weep for he 's unjust Unto the merits of her precious dust That doth not drop his Tears in showers for she Is worthy of eternal Memory Worthy of storms of sighes Thunder of Grones To mourn her loss with due afflictions The sea-bright family that gave her birth Hath gain'd thereby a glory on the earth Happy her husband in so good a wife Happy her children to receive a life From such a Magazine of worthes as she A fair example for Posterity To name her virtues is to name them all She was their Centre she their pure White-hall Their Court their Palace where heaven did rejoyce To see such Cherubims without a vice She was their Paradise and her bright soul The Diety that did command the whole But O! there is another heaven else sure Her soul had never left a place so pure Earth is not the reward for virtue Look Upwards that 's towards her she is a Book A Directory for thy life which read And practiced thou wilt be so prais'd when dead An Epitaph on my honoured Cousin Mr. John Reppington who deceased at Ammington about the 25 year of his age and lies buried at Tamworth Here lies Iohn Reppington that came to be By Edwards death Heir of his Family As t' him his elder brother did give room So he t' his younger witness by this tomb He a few weeks after his mother di'd And of the same new term'd disease beside So he a most obsequious son was found That waited on his mother under ground He was good natur'd bore an honest mind Belov'd by all men and to all men kind And had no foe but death who too severe Hath cast an Heir so young and hopeful here 6. To Mr. Charles Hutchinson my Cousin German Cousin I long to see you married well And long at Rawslison to see you dwell Then I should oft wait on you make some stay It being from Pooly t' Ashburn in the way So I should make your house mine Inne what tho W' are friends and neer a kin Pray be mine so 7. To Mr. Francis Fitzherbert of Lincolnes Inne my kinsman To love and not to love it is all one If you do let the Fair belov'd alone And to love once unless you do love ever Is a slight toy and was an earnest never Therefore to shew you true affection have Your Mistrisse wed and love her to the grave 8. To Mr. Will. Stanhope the younger my Cousin German Why do you live so long a Batchelor Is it cause you the femall sex abhor Or do you fear women are troublesome And therefore loth into their yoke to come If such opinions do your minde enthrall Marry a wife and she 'l confute them all 9. Of Quintilla Quintilla talkes too much and why is it Because Quintilla hath but little wit And at each thing she speakes she doth laugh after A Fool is known by an excess of laughter 10. To my mother Mrs Anne Cokain Let none our Ashbourn discommend henceforth Your Gardens shew it is a place of worth What delicate Sparagus you have growing there And in how great abundance every year What gallant Apricocks and Peaches brave And what delicious Nectorins you have What Mellons that grow ripe without those Glasses That are laid over them in other Places What Grapes you there have growing and what wine Pleasant to tast you made last vintage time Plant Vines when of Grapes you have got store Make wine enough and I will ask no more Then Mr. Bancroft in high lines shall tell The world your cellar 's Aganippe's Well The rest are to be made Song 1. 1. I Saw a proud fair Lass to day Whose beauties equal those of May She is as sweet as flowers new blown Much pity she should lie alone What would you give to bless your sight With such an object of delight 2. I wondred at her delicate hair Mulcibers Net so soft and rare T' entangle even the Gods above And fill their hearts with gentle love What would you give c. 3. I gaz'd upon her beauteous eyes Loves exquisitest Palaces VVherein as many Cupids be As there are men that dare them see VVhat would you give c. 4. Het stately forehead was so fair That Iris Arch is no compare Match'd onely in lame Vulcans bride Unequal'd in the world beside What c. 5. Her sweetest Mouth doth far excell The Delphian certain Oracle T is Loves best musick all ears charmer All hearts enthraller and blouds warmer What c. 6. Her pretty hands I did espy Fitter for kisses then an eye They were so small I cannot look For such again but in a book What c. 7. Her bosome Beauties sweet champain The Poets Elizium I do fain Not white with snow but a selecter Colour all overstrow'd with Nectar What c. 8. The two brave Thrones
Pol. I have laboured much for you Car. Now I 'le disclose my self and counterfeit the Negro as well as I can Taken forth of Acaucana Y pues en todos triempos y occasiones Por la causa comun sin cargo alguno En battallas formadas y esquadrones Puede usar delas armas cadauno Por las mismas ligitimas razones E's licito combate de uno a uno A pie a cavallo armado disarmado Orasea campo abieto or a estocado Don Carionil would I could hear of thee Luc. He is the brav'st proportion'd African I ever saw Aside Pol. I will speak to him Habla voste yngles Car. Yes Sir I learnt your language at Brussels Pol. I shall be most glad Sir to be acquainted wiâ— you Car. Grave Nelides years be doubled most honourable Hero upon you your courtesie has won one of the greatest Ethiopian Lords to become your servant Luc. What an unequal'd carriage he is of Aside Car. You look Sir like a noble Gentleman I salute you Fal. Well Don Carionil maist thou prosper your Mistress has consented a month hence to marry me but doubt me not my friend Car. According to the Ethiopian custome Great Lady I adore your pantofle Luc. You are a worthy and a noble Moor. Car. This is your shadow you shall command me fair one Nen. Thank you Sir Pol. I heard you mention Carionil Car. T is true When we were in the Spanish Court together I being commanded thither an Ambassador From th' Emperor of both the Ethiopias And of the mighty kingdoms and vast countries Of Goa Caffares Fatigar Angote Xoa Barne Balignazo Adea Vangue and Goyamine He wrong'd me and I am come hither to seek him And with my sword to punish his rude language If you will tel me Sir where I may find him You shall eternally oblige me to you Pol. He is lately dead Sir Car. You do but jest Fal. I was with him when he died Car. Then he had not so honourable an end as I intended him Pol. If I should not seem too inquisitive I would desire to know your quarrel Luc. I am much taken with this object Aside Car. You may command me any thing We meeting in the presence one afternoon ' Mongst many things did happen to discourse Of Ladies he said that none of all the world Were so beautiful as the Spanish I that had read in many histories The English have the best and loveliest faces Did tell him so yet could not change his mind After long altercations he grew hot Gave me the lie reprochfully which forced me to tell him that though I owd so much honour to both the Majesties of our great masters as not for private wrongs to disturb our Embassies I meant before I died to visit his countrey and call him there unto a strict account Pol. I thank you for your free relation While you intend to stay in England use My house at your pleasure I pray you do Your company will be alwaies welcome to me And I love the Castilian language which You speak both readily and purely May I demand your name Car. T is Tucapelo and I 'me subject to Great Prestor Iohn whose powerful Scepter awes Sixty two Kings and in Garama live Magnificent for silken palaces Fal. His behaviour is without suspicion A side Pol. T is dinner time or nigh pray you be my guest You shall be very welcome Sir both now and at all times Car. I 'le wait upon you Pol. Falorus let me intreat your stay Fal. You shall command me Ex. Pol. Car. Fal. Luc. Injurious tyrant Love Nentis Nen. Madam Luc. Stay a little How frail is any womans resolution I that so seriously have often thought Never to change my name am now become A slave unto a Moore I feel the mighty Fabrick of all maiden vertue totter What may befall me worse but I may as well Withstand a volley of shot and as easily As resist these new desires t is very strange That I who have denied the earnest suit Of so complete a Gentleman as was Carionil and neglected his friend For I will rather steale away and do Mean services to my inferiors Then be his wife should dote upon a person Some Ladies scarce dare look upon a Moor A sun-burnt Moor I 'me â—tter stranger to What would my father say if he should know My thoughts banish me ever from his sight And never more think of Lucora's name But Love is not confin'd to the opinion Of others O this is a revenge for my Slighting of brave Carionil yet if He were alive again I could not love him Alas I am undone O that my Fates Had been so kind as to have wrought my heart Fit and propense to have requited him Nentis will you be silent of my love Be so good Nentis Nen. Why Madam will you have this Blackamoor me thinks my Lord Falorus is a handsomer man by much Alas he will take you beyond sea Luc. Nothing is strong enough to divert me Nen. Your secrets Madam are as safe in my breast as yours Luc. Befal what will I am resolv'd Affection that doth tend Not crookedly but to a noble end Is worthy and they stubbornly repine At their creation who from it decline Exeunt ambae Finis actus tertii Actus quarti Scena Prima Enter Phylander and Antiphila Phy. SWeetest Antiphila Anti. I wonder Sir in what I have so forfeited my faith that I cannot be credited Phy. Urge me not Lady unto a belief That will be my destruction Delay me rather with a little hope And save me from despair Ant. I can but say what I have said already You do not trust my tongue Pray take a parchment And there inscribe a sad and solemn Oath And I 'le subscribe that I will never have you Phy. The fatal Ravens hoarse crying Is Thracian Musick unto your reply Would I had heard a thousand Mandrakes groan So you had left me in silence Ant. I pity you but did you know me truly you would bless my denial young Philander Phi. Bless it O Lady Durst I but be so horribly prophane As to curse any thing you please to do I would go study imprecations and Vent them in places that are haunted by Wild walking devils but my grand affection Condemns that violence Do not then suppose That thongh you were a Sucâ—ubus I durst Utter such impious breath Be all the faults That either truth or Poets fictions Have shewn in women in you I will love you With serious admiration Ant. Sir I will release your affection Phi. Impossible â—ot the fairest creature by diligent search pick'd out Of all the infinite Myriades of beauties Selected from the spacious kingdoms of The Earth and I might chuse her freely Should win upon my heart to dispossess you She should not Lady Ant. You will not hear me Phi. Then may eternal deafness seize upon me Speak Lady and though you do say the last Word I shall ever hear I will with joy Be
with you detain'd me not I should be griev'd that my joy for so great A fortune did not stupifie my senses And cast me into an eternal sleep Where is Anclethe he is much to blame In not attending you Cle. Whom speak you of dear Sir Car. My boy Cle. I do not know a boy of that name truly Nor I think is there Car. You do amaze me Cle. You may believe me Sir for I am he Car. Wonders in Riddles Cle. I am your Page Anclethe and sister to Lucora who for love attended you Disguis'd because I found for the great enmity Between our families my father never Would give me where I would bestow my self Car. Your Nurse did steal you when you was a child Cle. Most true This gentleman her son my friend Occasioned my escape by giving me A knowledge of my birth His true relation Can vindicate me from suspicion Car. I need it not Were you not she as I believe you are And mean of birth I should account my self A gainer by you Sir you have done that Hath plac'd you in my heart among those friends For whose sakes I my life will sacrifice Phi. My Lord you do indebt me to your service In your acquaintance I shall be most honour'd Cle. Sir if you please he will relate my Story Car. By no means keep it for your father when You do disclose your self But can you pardon Those incivilities I did commit When you was Anclethe Cle. Wrong not your self you did make more of me Then I deserv'd or could Car. But why my sweet Cleanthe would you not Let me know who you was before Cle. Dear Sir I saw how violent you was In your affection to my careless sister And had no hope you would leave her for me And if you did obtain her meant to do What my disastrous fate should prompt me to Car. Sweetest of all your sex Cle. But if you never got her and orecame Her obstinacy to declare my self If not but Love had triumph'd in your fall I 'de not have liv'd to see your Funeral Car. The Gods requite this goodness and make me worthy Of you my dear Cleanthe I contract My self upon your lips which we will perfect Ere you own publikely your Father for The enmity will make him charge you otherwise Cle. I pray you let us Car. A thousand thanks come shall we walk fair Mistress Cle. Conclusions fair the fates to them do give Who constant in their loves and faithful live Enter Falorus Car. Stay dear Cleanthe here is my friend he shall Partake my joy well met my best Falorus Fal. It seems you are not Tucapelo now Where is Lucora have you married her Car. No I have not friend Fal. Refrain I am your enemy embrace me not Receive my sword and peace this heart Carionil Gives his sword Car. He hath not yet descri'd you Withdraw a little dear Mistress Sir I pray you To bear her company for who can tell What in this phrensie he may do Exeunt Cle. Phy. Cle. Hereabouts we will await your leisure Car. What ailes my friend let me but know the man Is cause of this disorder in you and He shall not see the gray-ey'd morning break From th' oriental Mountains any more Let me partake of that unwieldy grief Hath bowd my friend so much beneath himself Fal. Leave complements Carionil and make A passage for my soul that it may leave So vile a habitation as this body And when I 'me dead rip out my heart and in 't Survey my fault for I want words and have Not impudence enough to tell it you Car. O what might be the cause this matchless frame And worthiest Cabinet that ever man Inclos'd his secrets in is so disturb'd Noble Falorus think to whom you speak It is Carionil whose life you do Make burthenous to him by the suspicion Of wronging him whom you have ever lov'd Fal. You do deceive your self I lately have Transgres'd against our league of amity If you desire to be a happy man And to enjoy what most you seek be kind Unto your self and run my body through Car. Can I be happy and Falorus dead No I should live a desolater life Then ere the strictest Anchorite hath done And wear my body to an Anatome For real sorrow at such a dire mishap Live then my friend and may you number daies Until Arithmetick grow faint and leave you Fal. You know not how much hurt you wish your self Would you torment me twice If not forget Falorus utterly and let me dye Car. I understand you not Fal. Would you have me blast my own fame by speaking My fault And have me Executioner Unto my self Car. Release your Soul of all her griefes and say From whence your sorrows have original Have you not oft told me of my impatiency Give me now leave to be as plain with you The angry winds never enrag'd the seas So much as some small grief hath done my friend I do conjure you by our former loves For sure not long since we were friends indeed To let me know why you are thus distemper'd I do not fear but I shall free you from This passion so precipitate and dangerous Fal. You are most good and get your self Carionil A name above the ablest character None like it can decipher you and would I alwayes had continued Falorus Then I yet had remain'd your friend But if You needs will know the reason of my fury Draw out the sword that when you have receiv'd it Your hand and not your words may strike me dead Car. Be not importun'd longer ease your heart For credit me I grieve to see you thus Fal. I am in love suppose the rest and kill me Car. VVith Lucora Fal. Too true now curse me into dust and with Your breath disperse me into aire but spare me Chide me not for my falshood and inflict But one punishment on me and be that the sword Yet hear me speak one word or two before I have not woo'd her nor have sought performance Of that free promise that her father made me But faithfully have temporiz'd with him Nor did I willingly consent unto This passion it did seise me violently Car. Be you more calme take her Falorus you have A liberty for me I speak in earnest Fal. Then all is well return my sword dear friend Carionil I will not hinder thee Gives him his sword My name shall not be blasted in thy sighes Fall worthless man t is pity I should live Offers to kill himself Car. VVhat mean you my Falorus for heavens sake leave And your own light rashly extinguish not I for Lucora do not care and have All my affection unto her recal'd And am engag'd unto another Lady I stole her from her chamber in my disguise And then bethinking me how she had us'd me I told her that I would not have a Lady VVho would prefer a Moor before me Her Slighting of me made me to leave her so
I wish that no man may me woo Until I love again Mat. O Heavens is thus her mind compos'd if I Can win this Lady it will be a conquest Deserves a Trophie far above my best Of Victories I will go trie her hail Glory of Italy compar'd to whom The fam'd Egyptian Queen would yield sweet Lady Most excellent Hipolita vouchsafe To hear me tell your conquest and my foile Whom the Great Dukes greatest foes could never vanquish Your powerful beauty hath know Mattemores Whose valour Spain not only doth report But Mantoa hath prov'd your matchless eyes Transcendents of the brightest lightest stars Have wounded fatally unto the heart Unless you prove as kind as you are fair Hip. Do you jest with me Captain Mat. My hearts delight sweet centre of my thoughts I vow by your rich beauty if my heart Could speak it would agree full with my tongue I would tell my lover more then I can express Hip. What ill fortune good Seignior you have had To fall in Love with one deserves it not Nor doth not care for you and I do hope I nere shall bear affection unto man Mat. Patience assist me mightily not all The murtherous canon bullets I have heard Fly buzzing by my ears nor dismal cries Of dying souldiers nor the horrid noise Of rough tempestuous seas have ever mov'd me Onely your harsh unkind reply hath struck Unto my very soul Hip. I cannot help it Had you now Captain been abroad it 'h field This nere had happened to you and to cure you The field will be the best go to the wars Busie your self in fights and you will soon Forget you ever saw Hipolita Mat. Most cruel fair one be assur'd that ere I would forget you which I know's a thing For me impossible to do I would Into oblivion cast my best of pleasures Even all my pleasures I would forget to use My sword and all the Militarie science Witness triumphant Son of Iove Great Mars I vow by all the Honours of a souldier I love thee dear as mine own heart but this Admirable Lady much above it Nor do I displease thee in 't I know that thou Preferd'st the embraces of the Cyprian Queen Above the glorious battels of the field Therefore dear Lady be most confident While I have memory above all things Your beauty will be fixed in 't Hip. Good Seignior Trouble me not to answer you agen Let this suffice I wish you lik'd me not Because I neither would have you nor any To love a woman will not return affection Mat. O Heavens Will you continue thus obdurate ever Hip. Alwaies believe it Captain Mat. I have not patience to contain my self An angry cloud full fraught with thunder bolts Work't by the Cyclops on Campagnia's Stithy Now hanging ore my head menacing death Presaging speedy sad destruction Could not compel my silence 't is decreed By my adverse malignant stars that I Shall die destroy'd by a fair cruel woman Which ere I do I will a little ease My troubled heart of woe heare merciless woman Whom I do curse because I love so dearly Hear me and afterwards go glory that Your wondrous beauty and your savage heart Hath made a man distracted kild a souldier Hip. A Captain and be thus mov'd by a womans refusal Mat. Sweetest Hipolita be merciful and save His life that honours you above the world Hip. Pray you Seignior be answered Mat. You are resolv'd then to ruine me Curs'd be those battel 's all that I have fought And conquer'd in t 'had been more honour for me To have been slain by my incensed foes Which were brave souldiers then to die in peace By the unkindness of a proud fair woman Hip. Beseech you leave your rage and leave me Captain Mat. More cruel then Hyrcanian Tigers hear Me take my leave before I go Hip. Proceed Mat. Thou God of love and if thou art a God Revenge thy self and thy wrong'd deity On this unmerciful Lady make her fall In love with the basest of all mankind A man so full of ignorance that he In shape alone may differ from a beast Not know that she is fair and slight her beauty And he himself the most deformed thing That ever burthened our mother earth With his unworthy steps Cupid attend And yield unto my just request make this Lady run mad for such a monster shed A thousand thousand tears upon her knees While he stands laughing at her may you die Raging for love Hipolita as I. Hip. I do begin to pity him sure I never Shall have a man to love me better and though I once intended alwaies to live single His words have altered my resolution Nor if I take him shall I do a thing Will misbecome me for he is a man High in the Great Dukes favour Noble Captain It is your happy fate to conquer alwaies I vow unto you by my honour I think Most seriously no man upon the earth Besides you could have won I 'me the last Of all your victories Theseus like you have Overcome Hipolita Mat. And will you love me then Hip. I do and alwaies will Mat. Blest be the stars that shin'd at my nativity I want words to express my joyes but dearest Lady My sweet Hipolita my forward actions Shall make you know my heart above my tongue I am a souldier and was never wont To speak amorously Hip. You have said enough Mat. Love is but thought by words by deeds t is known Shew me you love me and let words alone Mat. Worthiest of Ladies when I cease to do All that I can then may your love cease too Exeunt Finis actus Tertii Actus Quartus Scena prima Enter Barbarino Machavil Bar. HE cannot counterfeit so much Mac. I know not But if he do not surely he is mad What wild phantastick things he does and talks Of Eo Meo and Areo names Unheard i' th the Court before Bar. Some Milain Counts I warrant you he means by them Mac. The strangest thing of all is the release Of Brunetto and his extraordinary love unto him Whom he hath caused richly to be clothed Bar. And useth him as if he were his better Enter Horatio Mac. Yonder 's the man we talk of what a change We see A prisoner but lately lockt up safe And now to be the wonder of the Court. Hor. Next Eo Meo and Areo the Duke Doth swear he loveth me but who those are I cannot tell nor learn my Lords good day Saw you his Highness lately Bar. No sir Hora. You speak as tho you were displeased Mac. We are not well contented Sir Hor. The Duke is noble utter your grievances to him Bar. So we will Sir Enter Trappolin Mac. And now Sir Know worthy Prince we are your loyal subjects And what we say is for your honour Trap. If it be for my honour I le hear you But be as brief as you will Mac. Your Highness hath lately released Brunetto Trap. T is
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Mattemoros and where ever it is printed otherwise p. 423. l. 21. r. at fifty p. 226. l. 5. r. he p. 428. l. 18. r. meant SMALL POEMS OF DIVERS SORTS A Remedy for Love THat which the Sulmo Poet sung again I do declare but in a chasier strain Of all the sisters that do sport upon The bifront hill and Phocion Helicon Thou unto whom this task doth most belong Conduct my pen guide my faultering tongue Give me a cup of the Castalian spring That Remedy I may more sweetly sing And sacred Phoebus patron of the Nine And God of Physick thy assistance joyn Henceforth no poor Inamorato shall Be accessary to his Funerall Wherefore should mighty Turnus fall beneath The hand of Anchisiades in death 'T is shame that Dido should despair and die Because the Trojan will from Carthage flie Wherefore should Phillis for Demophoons stay With her own Girdle take her life away And why in Phoebus Temple should decease For his fair Dardan Lass Aeasides If any of these had but view'd our lines Surely they would have been of other minds If Clytemnestra had this Poem read She had not done great Agamemnon dead For vile Aegistus sake nor had his son By hers reveng'd the Kings destruction If Paris Alexander had but seen This work he had not stole the Spartan Queen And Ilions gorgeous Towers yet had stood And fam'd Scamander never drunk the bloud Of those couragious Princes that there dide To rescue and keep back Atrides bride If me brave Achelous thou hadst known Alcides thee had never overthrown If Alcumena's glorious son had view'd This Poesie the fatall shirt embrew'd With poison and the Centaures bloud had lain Useless and he on Oeta not been slain I wish that Tereus had read us over For then he had not been a bloudy lover Nor had transfigur'd been All these I could Have made more staid then Matrons grave and old But such like ends hereafter none shall know For we will slack the Paphian Archers bow Wherefore untoward Boy art thou severe To those that gladly would thy yoke hold dear If thou wouldst grant them such felicity That whom they do affect they might enjoy And that their hearts should never entertain Such darts as lawless passions would constrain I will not be too difficult to follow My Rules though they be true they shall be shallow All you therefore that love in vain or where You should not give unto my precepts ear And gentle Ladies you whose tender hearts Have felt the force of conquering Cupids darts Suffering in vain the burthen of his yoke Attend and your affections I le provoke For almost all my documents will prove If you apply them Remedies of Love For what I write to men you also may Make use of your own passions to allay Perform but my Injunctions and you shall From all your fond desires be loosed all Know happy liberty again and throw Contempt on them that no regard would show Here many Remedies we write that all Of Liberty may us Physician call One mind doth not possess all men therefore Our art of Antidotes doth publish store Perhaps at first these Remedies may seem Too difficult for you to follow them A new back'd horse grieves greatly at the bit But quickly after will away with it Likewise the Oxen do at first conceive The yoke intolerably full of grief I do not bid you if you can obtain A meritorious mistress to refrain Our purpose is to quench base flames and such As vainly burn but honest not to touch If you have been where you have seen a Lass Whose marv'lous beauty your subjection was Or whose admired qualities prevail'd So far that they obtain'd when they assail'd Think when you are retir'd if you can win Her to your suit which if you can therein If it be good persist if not proceed To put in practice what you here shall read Be willing to perform what I do sing And thee from Cnidos there is hope to bring Not Podalirius nor Machaon can Unbridle the affections of a man Nor shield Apollo's son none but himself Can unto him again restore his health What should be done I can but onely show Which is you slight your self is your own foe Now leave to love and do not fondling say To morrow you 'l begin and not to day The longer you affect the more you burn And therefore finding her too coy return Doth not time make the little twig a tall Advanced tree shading the humble vale Will not a Current which one here may stride Below for such a passage be too wide And the small seeds which in the fields are sown Unto high corn are they not quickly grown Strongly shun idleness take that away And Cupids bow breaks and his lamps decay A standing water daily putrifies But that is fresh which through a channel hies As much as fishes do in streames delight As much as Bats affect the silent night So much contented Venus is with ease For that the Fountain is of this disease His Souldiers the Wagge the Idle makes And all the busie as his fomen hates By labour thou maist cure thee of this trouble Which unto thee will bring a profit double And though a sedentary life some hold To be an easie way to grow in old It is a busie course as they shall find That study and employ their brains and mind And thousand nights and dayes they must bestow In learning that deep Scholars mean to grow Yet 't is a pleasing toyl knowledge being known Full recompence for th' Acquisition Keep one of our two Universities And closely there thy knowledge make to rise By daily studies Cambridge our dear Mother Fair Albions eldest birth or else the other Her sister Oxford Places far renown'd For Education and nobly crown'd By sweet-tongu'd Poets with eternal bayes Fully deserv'd by their melodious laies Or if thou pleasest unto London
much admires A City situated in two shires Kenchesters Phoenix Hereford behold And Marcley hill whose motion is so told In Worcesters Cathedral Church you may King Johns white Marble Monument survey And Arthurs sad Jet Tomb the eldest son Of him that Bosworth field from Richard won Thither a journey make Then Coventry That by Godiva gained liberty Be sure to visit where at Gofford gate Hangs a Boars bone that some do wonder at See Peterborough Minster And the place Which second Henry did so much deface For Earl Bossus Rebellion Lincolne grown Far into Age a City whilome known More populous and great do not pass by The Minster in it merits any eye Nor suffer fair and pleasant Notingham Where the great Mortimer by those that came Thorow a vault was taken with the Queen By any means by thee to be unseen Thence unto Darby for your Authors sake A Native of that Shire a journey take Where in a Black-pot of renowned Ale Drink unto me wishing I may prevail So far in Poetry that my lov'd name May be preserved by an endless fame Here Melborne Castle stood wherein the Duke Of Burbon was kept prisoner bravely took In Agincourts great Battel wherein we Conquered by a double policy Repton a station was to glorious Rome And yields unto a Saxon King a Tomb. At Burton in the Peak nine Springs break out Within a little compass wondrous thought Because that eight of them are warm and one As if it were under the frigid Zone Here likewise are two Caves whereof one doth To stones turn water-drops that hang at th' roof The other of which strange reports are told The Devils Arse is called These behold And Elden Hole which had Aenaeas seen He would have thought the way to Hell had been And the renown'd Elysium shades for this To humane search remaines yet bottomless Stafford-shire Trents producer Lichfield doth Adorn and Shrop-shire Shrewesbury See both On Dublins opposite Westchester look Wherein of eight Kings Edgar homage took York-shire a City hath our best but one And a strange water that turns wood to stone Kingstone on Hull a fine Town is and which Then many of our Cities is more rich Kendall that by the River Cane doth stand Famous for cloth is chief of Westmorland Doubtless in Cumberland Carleil by far Is the most eminent See what these are Upon New-Castle builded somewhat nigh Severus wall lastly imploy thine eye What ever City it may be or Town Your Mistresse makes her habitation You must avoid it and let no pretence Occasion be of your not going thence No business you must value that may be A prejudice to your recovery But you to leave your Mistresle may suppose A misery below the depth of woes Were but your body hurt you would endure Fire and Iron to hasten on your cure Or were you sick abstinence could gain Your health from plentuous meals you would refrain And though a thirst even seem to burn you yet You would abstain from drink and bridle it And now to cure your mind and draw the dart Of angry Cupid from your festring heart You startle and recoil For shame be bold And the mind's health above the bodie 's hold If you can pick a cause that may produce Dislike of your coy Lasse thereof make use Ill 's sometime neighbour unto good For so Vertue by errour oft for vice doth go Judge all things in your Mistress at the worst For why should you be kind to her that 's curst If she be big made eas'ly her esteem A match befitting monstrous Polypheme Is but her stature low a Dwarfe her call That like a Serpent on the ground doth crall If she be slender lean If tall suppose Her Charing-cross dress'd up in womans clothes If she be merry think her wanton or Reserv'dly fashion'd as unbred abhor If in the Northern parts she hath been bred Say she her life most clownishly hath led Or if in any City or great Town That she hath been a gadder up and down What e're she is be sure her to dispraise A thousand Girles dislike a thousand wayes If you perceive a want in her in ought By crafty means to shew 't she must be wrought As if she hath no voice to sing or dance If she be skilless in that art by chance Hath she a big voice or an ill discourse Occasion her to talk and think them worse Hath she an ill gate see her walk and tell Her merry stories if her teeth be ill To make her laugh and shew them If her eyes Be weak relate strange saddest Tragedies To force her tears And if she cannot play Upon the Lute to play upon 't her pray Never presume to take a walk alone But ay delight in some Companion If any time the scorching Lions heat Compelleth thee into a Grove to get In imitation of Alcides strong A Phyloctetes bring with thee along With whom play laugh converse and so to thee Dione's Grand-child will no tyrant be Lovers beware of solitariness A very dangerous thing for your disease Let Crustamaena's daughter's wâ—ful Fate That walk'd alone through Forrests and would waite Upon the Thracian shore as he did land In hope t' embrace Demophoon on the strand From all such melancholy walkes deter And warn you by frequent remembring her In your bed-chambers have some friends till sleep That from your minds they may by talking keep All amorous thoughts so Venus will depart And leave in rest to each a quiet heart Beware of reading Love take heed of those That either pourtract him in verse or prose For amorous lines will many mischiefs raise And make the Cinders of affection blaze Though the Arcadia be a book approv'd Arcadia must not be by thee belov'd The Lady Wrothes Vrania is repleat With elegancies but too full of heat Spencers and Daniels Sonets do not view Though they are good they are not so for you From feigned Histories refrain thy sight Scarce one is there but is an amorous Knight Musaeus English'd by two Poets shun It may undo you though it be well done Harrington's Ariosto do not touch For wanton lines scarce any book hath such And my old friend Drayton's Epistles you Being too soft and languishing eschew Be opposite to Cupids law and when Thy tears are falling forcibly smile then But yet mistake me not as if I thought That unto freedome you might soon be brought And on a sudden no he must take time That o're a mighty Mountain means to climb So you resolvedly your health intend Y' are certain to arrive at happy end Talk not of Love Alas the very name Is so enchanting that it will inflame Neither hear any turn your head aside Or presently their company avoide Daphne had yeilded to Heavens Charioter Had she but staid his wanton words to hear Drinking of wine forbear and be to feed Wary on meats from which lust doth proceed At every meal be sure to shun excess By eating little
heat grows less and less Antonius one of the Triumvirate Competitor with Caesar for the State With flowing Bowles and with luxurious feasts Was entertain'd and entertain'd his guests Which was the cause his lust so high did flame That life he lost for the Egyptian Dame And over all those Countreys to be head Wherein the Roman Eagles ere were spread If by some slight a Garter you have got From her that will not love you keep it not Or if you have a Bracelet of her hair Or any such like toy them never wear For surely these are Cytheraea's Baites Which infinitely chast Diana hates Or if your Mistriss heretofore hath bin Kind unto you and you have gloried in Her bounteous favours thought your self above All mankind grac'd with th' honour of her love If under her fair hand you Letters have That she returns her heart for that you gave Fraught with so sweet expressions as would draw Even women-Haters under Cupids Law If she retreats and alters in her minde To you grows cruel that to her are kinde Assume a noble Courage and condemn To angry Vulcan every one of them Or if you have her Picture send it home Or offer it a gallant Hecatombe To your offended Love that she may know You scorn her Relicks that hath us'd you so Being in love with one and cannot get her Affect another and you will forget her So Ariadne did when she did find Renowned Theseus was to her unkind In Naxos Isle where he did her forsake Neptune she did into her favour take Affection divided you will find To be a lesser burthen to your mind As a great river with a mighty rore Runs through the vales and wounds the yeilding shore If into several Channels it doth fall It less impetuous and majeâ—â—icall Will prove and in an humbler manner glide Rob'd of it's former glory strength and pride So Love beâ—â—ow'd on several beauties will Grow much less dangerous and an easier ill When his disloyal Queen the Trojan Prince With 's beauty and his courtly eloquence Did win and steal away had Atrcus Son But done as many others would have done And it had prov'd the best become a Lover For sure she had some equals of an other He in a slourishing and happy peace Had liv'd at home in his own Court in Greece And many an Argive King at home had found A Sepulchre and not in Phrygian ground Therefore new Beauties seek to try if you Can part with any love unto a new And to that end frequent all Solemn Balls All publick shows and sumptuous Festivals Conjecture that which is not think that you Are free from love and that your thought is true When one because he would not drink doth make As he were fall'n asleep sleep him may take If in the Wars you have a trusty friend Your Cogitations to him always bend Thinking upon the hazard he is in And so your thoughts your Mistress shall not win Or if you have a Ship with riches fraught Returning home ay on it fix your thought Contemplating the fury of the Sea And how that many have been cast away Whereby your scornful Girl you shall forget Sith your imaginations are not set On her but on the Goods that Neptune hath Within the power of his love or wrath If that thy Mistress with a nimble hand All the Lutes ravishing harmony doth command Or upon other Instruments can play Equal to Orpheus that did make his way Through the Infernal Shades by his rare skill Hear her not play It will increase thine Ill. Or if she sings like Venus when she fain Her weary wanton Cupid would constrain To lay his fatal quiver and bow away And in the Groves of Amathusia Sleep by her side while on the Cypress Trees A thousand birds warble their melodies Hear her not sing Her voice will so allure That her contempt you longer will endure Or dances she like to the Graces when They are retit'd from the abodes of men And Gods their pleas'd spectatours do become If she intends to dance avoid the room Imagine not a Rival For so doing You never will be able to leave wooing For to obtain the Girl from him you will Persist a vain Inamorato still The one-ey'd Cyclop when he Acis found Sitting with Galatea on the ground His Rival with a rent up rock did kill Yet nâ—'re the nearer to obtain his will When she anothers did begin to be The more Orestes lov'd Hermione Refrain from Playes Let not the Theatre At all include thee for by seeing there One act an amorous passion may make you Your suit to your proud Lady to pursue Because when you have seen that he hath got His Mistress may conceive why may you not Ah! his was but th' Invention of a brain Your Ladies scorns runs in an higher strain If you conveniently can surprise Your mistress dressings so your wary eyes Some strange conceal'd deformities may finde To ease if not release your Captive minde Which when you think upon at leisure more They to your liberty may you restore Most of our Ladys when they do expose Themselves to view may thank their costly clothes Rich jewels feigned statures borrow'd hair And beauteous colours that unnatural are They would not else seem objects of delight But homely women such as we should slight And your disdainful one perhaps being such You see the least of her you love so much But rashly do not practise this Be sure She useth art or fly her chamber dore For a pure native beauty that doth scorn All helps of Art arises like the Morn In a cleer sky and dressing may discover Sights too attractive for a slighted lover Do these and though affections fire should blaze Like Aetna in your breast you thence would chase Easily all those flames and after be From all the Paphian vexations free Unfortunate Lovers many times I guess All that reciprocally love do bless Think every star when they were born did shine Benignely on them and the Heavens combine To grace them with continuance of joyes As if they were above all miseries When it falls often out a fervent love A more extreme affliction doth prove Alcyone her Ceyx did prefer Above all men and he all women her Yet she did see his body float to shore Drowned at Sea but a few days before Therefore to Hymens Temple though they come And hear the soft Epithalamium And many dayes do live in joy and peace In depths of wretchedness they may decease And many that for love do marry be After unfortunate and not agree Almighty Jove that did Saturnia wed Bringing for love his sister to his bed Quickly neglected her His wandring eâ—es Not long being pleas'd without varieties As witness Danae in the Brazen tower And Semele his daring'st Paramour Laeda by him esteem'd most beautifull And fair Europa riding on a Bull Calisto chast Diana One of thine Deceiv'd and vitiated neer Nonacrine Married Alcmena in a threefold night
Thenot reverenc't for thy hoary hair Of all the Shepherds that amongst us are To thee the soon'st I would unload my minde That art in Counsel wise in pity kinde Wise to advise me if I do amiss And pitiful to rue my wretchedness Know I have cause to weep as long as I Have any moisture left in either eye To tear off every hair from off my head And rage impatiently till I am dead O my Credulity That did suppose There could be faith in any Lovers oathes Then Then t is for love that Amarillis thus Disconsolately liveth here with us But which of all our Boyes is so unwise To slight a Beauty of so rich a price Amar. Knew'st thou not Thyrsis that had wont to keep On yonder Hill a jolly flock of Sheep Who all the while they on the banks did feed Play'd merry tunes upon his Oaten reed Such songs as Alta highly did esteem And for their quaintness was in love with him The Daughter of rich Ionius who was Took with his pipe like many an other Lass But when my Shepherd all the rest did slight And in my beauty onely did delight He did not care for all her wealth and tho She was an hansome Wench would never wo For such Command I then had of his heart That I did think he never could depart Which being known his angry Father sent Him out of Arcadie in discontent That being far remov'd and forth of sight He might forget his Amarillis quite And so I hear he hath and yet he swore Absence should make his love not less but more Ah perjur'd man He faithless and untrue Hath falsly slighted me and took a new O Thenot Couldst thou think that Thyrsis he That made such vows would ever faithless be His vows had he broke onely it had bin A pardonable and a venial Sin Thenot can men weep like a Crocodile Have they their tears so ready to beguile He wept when we did part as much as I And now is guilty of such perjury Then Sad Amarillis though I know thy youth Cannot sustain the breach of Lovers truth Without Impatiency For women when They bear affection seldom change like men Yet know in you 't were wisdom to remove Your heart from him that hath so fail'd in love Amar. Ere I can leave my Thyrsis Thenot know I must want life when I do backward go Just Jove revenge my falshood I will be True as I was though he hath slighted me Know honest Thenot that I am not Wind When I have setled once to change my minde When I prove false Thou glorious Guide of day Change East and West and run another way And thou pale-horned Queen of night constrain The Sea to dulness neither wax nor wane The pleasant Ladon first shall change his Course And every River run back to the Source The fixed Stars weary of standing shall Amaze Astrologers be Planets all And toil'd Bootes tired with his pain Leave travel off and fix his sevenfold Wain Then Be comforted sweet Lass For sure when he Returns again again he will love thee Amar. Thenot could I expect but so much good I here would live as merry as I cood And to our rural Pan each night and morn Make faithful Orisons for his Return Then Trust me young Amarillis I have no Doubt of him but am sure it will be so An honest man may fall and yet may be Not ever in his fault neither will he When he returns and finds that you have bin True unto him ashamed of his Sin His former faith he will renew and more Love Amarillis then he lov'd before Amar. Thanks gentle Thenot for these words of joy Poor Amarillis to her Fortunes try And if that me you ever thankless find Banish my name for ever from your minde Thy Speeches have rais'd hope he wil come back And me again into his favour take And that on Holy-days when all the Rout Do sport the medows and the fields about Crowning with Garlands her that Dances best Making her Mistress of our Country-Feast With showing Gambals on the dazy Green And eating Chees-cakes with our Summer Queen I with my Shepherd among th' others shall Dance many a merry Jig and many a Brall For since my Thyrsis from Arcadia went I solitary have liv'd discontent When others have been playing have sat down And moystned wth my tears the Sun-burnt ground Then But leave such sadness Amarillis now And unto us thy Company allow For I dare lay the best Lamb I have here He shortly will return and love thee deare Amar. My thanks again good Thenot Ever be Belov'd of Pan for comforting of me Then And may our rural God fair Shepherdess Thee with fruition of thy Wishes bless Amar. I have no other wish but that my Swain Would come to us and be mine own again Happy the day when we by Ladon side Eat Cream and kisses mutually enjoyde And happy were those Nights when on his knee He by the Fire side did dandle me How often as we sat so hath thy Son Thy Billy Thenot to th' old Woman run For apples to make Lambs-wooll Never more We two shall drink as we have drunk before But far more happy were those days of note When we from Martin did live far remote In thy kind Cottage when I did not know What 't was to love and be forsaken so There I have sung and laugh'd laugh'd song And been as merry as the day was long But since my Thyrsis hath both woed and won me And so forgotten me he hath undon me Then We should have something to divert this thought For Melancholy Shepherdess is naught I hope that now we very shortly shall Hear on our Green that pleasant Pastorall Which of an Obstinate Lass young Coridon Thy love-sick Brother did write long agon Which Tityrus his faithful Friend approv'd A Shepherd for his able parts belov'd Amar. When it is song I will not fail to hear For Coridons sake whom I do love so dear To me that Pastoral he oft hath said While both our neighbor-flocks have fed plaid And honest Thenot many sundry times I unto him have read my Thyrsis rimes Wherein he prais'd me above woman-kind And little did I think those Words were winde But those few happy days are past and now Sad care sits always heavy on my brow Ere Thyrsis went none danc'd so much as I None laugh'd so chearfully none did enjoy So many nights of joy and days of bliss And all because I thought that I was his And if when he returns again he will Receive his long-forsaken Amarill The Lamb which best of all my Flock I prize Unto our rural Pan I 'le sacrifice Then Fair Shepherdess be confident ere long He will return and quit him of the wrong That he hath don himself increasing so His former love that you no end shall know T is time to fould our Flocks For we have sat So long a talking that it is
grown late Amar. Thenot Goodnight And thanks for thy kind stay Heaven prosper thee long to Arcadia For if that thou and some few more should die Our Countery soon the Pastoral Muse would flie A Satyre AWay with Plays and Sonnets I will write A dreadless Satyre shall the town affright And make the Gallants curse and swear that he Meant this by him and this he meant by me I will spare none but warn that each man learns When he applies to minde whom it concerns But heark I hear a friend Away And do Not such a thing It should not come from you Let needy Poets that cannot sell their Plays Exclaim out of their want against the days Or whom a Lord for Dedication ows Tax him with all his faults a way each knows Or let a despis'd Lover whom of late His Mistress for his verses jeer'd go prate Tell how she paintes who are her Bawds which Of the young Courtiers comes to ease her Itch But not a man of our own ranke disclose What either he by his experience knowes Or from his friendes relation In this time Not to perform but to be seen's a Crime And there are many do grow worse when they See vice reveal'd cause then they know the way This cannot serve I will unlode my spleen And spare no ulcers be they old or green Methinks I hear one speak Sir do your worst We shall not be the last not are the first That have by Paper-blurrers been defam'd And when y 'ave done we will proceed unsham'd I did believe as much but I will on Onely for my own recreation Ask but a Chamber-maid which are the froth Of vain discourse what her young Lady doth And she will certifie you of each change Her humour hath and every subtile range Her strange unbridled passions lead her to How she complains her Knight is grown untrue Unto his vows and her and therefore she Seeks Pastimes to divert her Melancholie Frequents the Theatres Hide-Park or els talkes Away her pretious time in Gray's Inn Walkes Layes out what she can spare to win his heart By any means for the last helps of art And vowes if nothing in her power lyes To gain him she 'l no longer be unwise And spend her flourishing days in solitude Unfit and unagreeing with her blood That there 's a Gallant Courtier young and rich In Natures perfectest Endowments which She yet hath slighted much but now t is thought She will requite her Husband and be naught O Feminine Revenge to brand her Name With Infamy and Family with shame Nor is this all her News She can discover Whom the old Knights daughter hath made her lover That she dotes on him so she cannot keep Her tongue from naming him though in her sleep That she would fain be married for the awe She bears unto an unkind Mother in law How he 's a younger brother and â—oth lack Silver in 's purse though ha's enough on 's back O vanity of times Secrets that shoo'd Be lock'd within 's fast as our bosomes blood And faults that should be mended and not known By such like means common discours are grown Some will be censuring things that are above Their way because such things they do not love Sir out of love unto you I am come To certifie you you give cause to some To laugh at you y 'ave writ a Play and they Say t is a shame for you to write a Play Besides you Poetry so much affect That you the better Sciences neglect O thou sweet Charmer of the Soul â— Why should This Iron age so meanly of thee hold Hast thou mov d salvage beasts and rocks trees And canst not win upon the hearts of These Enjoy your earthen thoughts minds full of fire Can never grovel but do all aspire Madam T is true I 've writ some Plays and wood I had the happiness to call them good I would be proud on 't for my love unto The Musâ—s I will ever love them so And though some think 't a fault I know it none There is no poyson grows on Helicon You are resolv'd but I do think it fit That you on better things emploid your wit And so I leave you Madam Fare you well And what I 've said unto my Daughers tell Mend your own faults be not so proud of your One portion as if no body had more And when that you have Suitors do not scare Them away with looks like th' angry God of war But I must leave her For I see another That for her wit may call my Madam mother She is a young one lately married to A Lord Now let us see what she will do Sir I am glad to see you Madam I Rejoyce to hear of your good fortune why You have a noble and rich husband So I did deserve for what I brought you know Were I but such a man I would not wed So low and rather keep a single bed I am an Hogen Mogens daughter good You may boast of your wealth not of your blood Of my Husband I may Indeed t is true But he was much to blame to marry you Sir you do wrong me much and I do pray To me you would not dedicate a Play I scorn to own such Trifles I did hear 'T was your Intent which if it was forbear A Poet once of your acquaintance did But for his sawciness he was well chid Madam know this I do not write for gain My pleasure is the Guerdon of my pain And never with one mean to trouble you Though it were acted in a publick Stew. I know the Poet you spoke of and know It was his want that forc'd him thereunto He knew you was unfit for 't and that scant Could understand a Scene so ignorant Therefore learn this The rich the poor do praise Not for their merits but their stock to raise And t is no doubt but he did give you high Titles of worth yet knew himself did lye Take your unpay'd for Coach and to Hide-Park And Madam when the Cuckow sings pray heark It is a musick you can manage or send For a Croud of Fidlers and their skill commend Know that for you t is an impossible thing The hear the sweet and solemn Muses sing An earthen minde hath earthen thoughts and they That noble Souls have noble things survey Madam adieu Think of me what you will Of your Opinion I am careless still Whether this Lady angry be or no I do not care at all So let her go Go into Gray's Inn Walks and you shall see Matter for Satyres in each Companie This Lady comes to show her new fine Gown And this to see the Gallants of the town Most part of Gentlemen thither repair To censure who is foul and who is fair Yon Lady in th'red Sattin looks so pale That eirher she hath th' Green-sickness or is stale She in the Hat and Feather looks so like An Amazonian Tosser of a Pike She
should not your indignation move The Gods will give us leave their Heaven to love He lives unto Report and so shall I If slain demonstrate your great Cruelty You are my Empress under your fair hand Send me what Destiny you will command My Fate is what you please to have it I Live by your kindness or your coyness dye 4. Lady in your applause verse goes As slow and dull as heavy prose And your known worthes would you submit Your self a subject unto Wit Would blunt invention and ore'come With strong Amaze make Poets dumbe By what means then shall I declare My thoughts at height or what you are A world of Paper would but be My love in an Epitome Fair Lady therefore do not look For my affection in a book Search my life through and if you find Not what I can do be unkind 5. Petrarch for the neat Sonnets he did frame In Laura's praise obtain'd a Poets Name I of my Mistress write in verse and show it And yet I do profess I am no Poet. They feign but I speak truth what they invent Out of long study for a Complement In me is earnest Those rich words that they Enforce upon some beauties I can lay With reverence on you whom I adore And Times to come may as a Saint implore Then unto all may you propitious be I wish to heaven you now were so to me Believe because these are unsmooth my wit Dul'd with amazement and my hand unfit To hold a pen so steddy as to write Lest some Offence should frustrate my delight Your Beauty is my wonder That you should Prove merciless my fear but my most bold And happiest earthly wish is That you may With kindness save whom else your beauties slay 6. Lady I love and if you can Believe there is a faith in man No one can think a Mistress fitter Nor any love a Mistris better When I do look on you I scorn The rosie blushes of the morn When I do hear you speak I know No musick can so sweetly go When I at first your lips did touch I thought Jove never met with such I tasted Odours in your breath Able to win a Soul from death All things that have been by you smell So fragrant after and so well That Flora may be banished And you elected in her stead My sences being yours make all My future days one Festival And comfort me who now am sad Least losing Senses I grow mad 7. Now after tedious weeks of being mute The Mistress of my life I do salute As it is in your power to make each line Of Poesie I write to you divine For if you kindly smile on them you give Ability enough to make them live So is it in your power if you would please To speak those words to raise me unto ease For unto me Enceladus doth lye In flakes of Snow and I in Fiers dye Do not believe I counterfeit who think Verses in your praise would transcolour Inke And your Glass an Elizium where one may Behold your Shadow ere your dying day And that reflection I had rather view Then all the beauties in the world but you Had I your Picture reasonably wrought No Lady like it should command my thought Pigmalion-like I would adore't until You did prove kind or me my griefes did kill Think not I do dissemble For who can Look on your face unmov'd that is a man Who ist'hath heard your voice but he will say Your Tongue can charm all hearers to obey And who hath touch'd your lips but like unto A Lethe-drinker forgets all save you But I am extasied you are above My best expressions though I am in love 8. When I look on your Ribband-knots I find That my rash gazing eies have thral'd my mind For they become you so exceeding well That they have tide my toung I cannot tell When I perceive the wanton Windes to play With your unequal'd hair amaz'd I stay And bless their happiness that they can move Those amorous tresses and not fall in love When you into Hide Parke do go all there To follow the race-riders do forbear And all of them unanimously approch And as if waiters do attend your Coach That your fair eys may shine on them whose light Doth set their hearts on fier at the sight And force vows from them that for your dear sake Of greatest toils they greatest joys would make But what do I do then I nothing can Your beauties make a Statue of a Man I cannot look and talke to you like some Lady your matchless Beauties strike me dumbe But when I am retired and alone My resolutions then do yeild to none Regard reward my earnest love and so Raise me to heights of joy from depths of wo. 9. Lady from Cornwall unto you I writ But my hard Fates kept you from seeing it How glad had I been if that you had known That there I was yours much more then mine own Each wind that blew I lov'd because I thought The sound thereof might to your ears be brought Each Showre that came I wish'd of gold and that Jove-like I fell into my Danae's lap Each star I saw put me in minde of thee But th' art too fair a little star to be I went to Sea and when I there was come I thought of him that to his Hero swom And wish't so you did love as she did him That like Leander I to you might swim But now I am return'd again be you As kind to me as you have found me true 10. Awake my Muse put on thy best attire To sing her Beauty and my raging fire Make all the world know since she will not know That she is much to blame to use me so Sweet cruel fair one unto all of these You may reply causes of my unease For you are sweet as flowry May's west wind Why should so sweet a Creature be unkinde And you are fair and fair and sweet must be The reason I endure your Cruelty Each Statue I see makes me my Case thus mone It hath a Body you an heart of stone I fain would die but thinking I must come To be a wanderer in Elizium I do destroy that infant-thought for there No Soul 's so pure as is your body here Each night my troubled thoughts keep sleep away That time 's to me as busie as the day But you that are with never a care opprest Enamour the night Deities in your rest Old Somnus fears his wand may do some ill And therefore charms your eies with kisses still O that I knew the way whereby to move My sweet and cruel fair One unto love Will sighing do it O you Gods of wind Lend me your breathes that I may sigh her kind Will tears prevail O that my eies would then Melt out themselves into an Ocean Or may Entreaties win upon her sense Assist me all you Powers of eloquence Pity my miseries which are grown so high That
more despise The poorest then the richest Sacrifice So I my Lord present my self to you And this slight humble verse unto your view Let our best Heralds such as are most good Sail up the mighty Current of your blood And from the ancient and most glorious Stem Of those that wore the English Diadem Blazon your pedegree whil'st I admire Your fair Conditions sparks of honours fire To be born onely great and not to be Vertuous too is as we often see The morning Sun rise clearly in the East Presently after be with Clouds opprest And after one fair chearful blaze of light The day prove stormy till it mix with night But this concerns not you you are as far From all unworthiness as is that star That by the vertue of the Southerne stayes This Mass of earth and water in its place From earth And as those opposite Stars do poise This Globe of earth and Water midst the skies Equally distant in all places from The Heavens that round it in Circumference come Or to descend As Mahomets tombe doth fix By vertue of two Loadstones them betwixt So you my Lord for sweet Conditions known Parallels to your high birth stand alone Unaim'd and unarriv'd at to their ends Th' Amaze of all and honour of your friends Accept this graciously my Lord And know 'T is but a Glimps of the respect I owe And but an Atome of the Service For Whole volumes would not be a Character 4. To a Lady that was so like another that I cal'd her Picture I Call you Picture and by your Consent Although I know you want no Ornament Nor any curious Arts use to supply Any defect in you to any eye You then are none and do want Colours so snow As heaven wants clouds or Summers earth wants Both which do both deform And you therefore To ouâ—vy heaven and earth admit no more You then no picture are but unto those That can become enamour'd on your clothes Vandike Mitten Geltrop or Johnson may Draw something like you As a Summers day May in the fleeting Clouds well counterfeit Similitudes of things here and not hit For 't is impossible to Limn you right As 't is the earthly Globe without a night To make your eyes were to amaze us all Make in your face two Suns rise And to vail Their glorious motions no eclipses there Can be more beautiful then your brown hair So doth the brightest star ofttimes repine At it's own glory and forbear to shine To name Apelles and to wish him draw Your Portraicture could he perform 't 't were law To future Limners but your beauties height All imitation doth transcend outright Your Lips are like the rosy buds of May And your even teeth the pearls of India Your mouth 's the sweetest Magazin of bliss Where Cupids Dialect best spoken is Your loveliest Cheeks are the tru'st Hemispheres Of beauty triumphing above your Peeres This your first sitting is when you sit next I shall be better pleas'd and you more vext For I shall more admire your beauties store Though you be angry th' are so slubberd o're 5. To my Mistress TO love you Lady is but just we know We have good eyes and Judgments that do so Your beauties are no Common Ornaments But Rarities and plac'd with excellence By Natures curious hand That could entice Even Jove from all his Glories and the Skyes Make him reject his full triumphant way O're Gods and men and thunder cast away Depose himself from high Olympus leave Amaz'd the heavenly Deities and beneath Retire himself on earth to gaze on you More wonderful then all the Goddess Crew Make him forsake his stately Queens embrace Wise Pallas eyes and amorous Venus Face His draughtes of Nectar fil'd by Ganymed And the sweet Lessons by Apollo plai'd His sister Juno had not been his Queen If you the â—â—atelieâ— beauty he had seen His daughter Venus had not been enstal'd Goddess of love but you the Goddess cal'd Nor had Minerva with the fair gray eyes Been crown'd for wisdom 'bove the Deities Had Jove heard your discourse your words do fall With such a ravishing force upon us all Immortal Phoebus that with glorious beams All Nations lights and gilds all Ocean streams In all his Progress yet did never view A beauty so supreme and bright as you Had Phaeton liv'd till now and skilful been He would have given his Chariot unto him Left the Star-chequer'd Court and from the skies A light on earth in some unus'd disguise To court your smiles more precious then his throne And all the glories that attend thereon And in your company swear by a kiss He never was before in any bliss Your eyes are not the Sun and Moon for they Are equal lights and both do rule by day Your Nose is such as doth become your face Better then the best other in that place Your mouth exceedes the breaking of the day For that is sweet when Night drives light away Your teeth surpass the milky way in Heaven More white then it more wonderful more even Your lips are smooth as Chrystal red as is Pure abstract redness blessedness to kiss Your bosom 's a new paradise of joy And undiscover'd to the vulgar eye Your hidden beauties do as much excell All all Art can invent and all tongues tell As doth your body magazin of joyes Exceed your clothes seen onely by our eyes But were this all you onely did present A curious Outside picture Ornament Your mind brave Lady is a thing above All Objects yet of all the past worlds Love It is so gentle sweet and unconfin'd In goodness that it makes the body minde Like the Philosophers Stone that mixing with Worse metals doth to them gold-substance give Let them therefore that do not wonder when They have seen you be counted beasts not men 6. To the Lady M. BEst of your Sex and handsomest to boot I here present you with no marriage-suit My Fate is fix'd and I contented am Although sometimes I court another flame I dare not wish a wrong to your desert Far be such thoughts for ever from my heart Yet must not be so cruel to my self As not from you to covet such a wealth Arabia's rich perfumes are nothing to Nor all the Spices all the East can show Sure my desire can be no Crime in me Nor your Consent can your dishonour be Else all the ancient Poets did devise To cheat the modern with most Stygian lyes Wherefore should Jove neglect Saturnia's Love And all his endless happiness above Assume so many various Shapes t' enjoy With humane beauties sensuality And glorious Phoebus cast his Rayes away With our fine Lasses here below to play Although grim Pluto the Infernal flames Endures his rage Proserpin's beauty tames Cynthia whose chastity each Grecian pen And Roman wit renowned left to men Victorious Love in triumph trampled on And made her wanton with Endimion These high examples we may imitate For Deities did
1. Third song COme Ladyes rise and let us know Now you have seen what you can do Harke how the Musick doth invite All you to Solemnize this Night Then let the Sounds that you do hear Order your feet unto your ear O rise rise altogether And let us meet Musick 's Divine and well may joyn Our motions rude unto a sweet 2. The Figures of the Magick Art We 'l equall in a better part Judicial Astrologie Cannot cast such an one as we Adde but your skill as we desire And wee 'l keep time to Phoebus Lyre O rise rise altogether And let us meet Musick 's Divine and well may joyn Our Motions rude unto a sweet Here all the Company dance what they please and while they please when they leave the Lar or one of the Masquers sings this to the spectator Ladyes as they go from them Fourth song LAdyes enough we dare not Tempt you to more then this Now may your Servants spare not To give each of you a kiss If we were they you should have them To recompence your pain O happy they that gave them And may give them again 'T is late Goodnight go sleep and may Soft slumbers crown your eyes till day This being sung the Masquers the Lar Familiaris and the Satyre go into the Arbour which closes on them An Epithalamium design'd for the Nuptials of Sir Andrew Knyvegston my Wives Brother and Mrs. Elizabeth Stanhope of Elveton my Cousin-german Their Marriage prevented by her death RIse amorous Virgins rise and dress The Bride her Groome's in readiness She wakes and fain would call you from Your Beds but blushes therefore come The early Bridesgroom swears he knowes You dream't to night of pleasing Showes Of Hymen joyning willing hands To be subjected to his bands Of Hymen joyning mutual hearts And Hymen joyning other Parts Or else you did not sleep at all For thinking what was to befall To the fair Virgin that to night Full of soft trembling and delight Must a pure Maiden go to Bed And rise without her Maidenhead But merry Lasses hast It may Be your own turn another day Attire her quickly and while you Are busied so laugh at her too And any of you would laugh to be So happy and so nigh as she Let her be drest as Juno when She tempted Jove scorn'd mortal men As the bright Cyprian Queen when she Did first enthral War's Deitie As the delicious Memphian Dame When she great Anthony o'recame Not by her Souldiers masteries But beams of her al-powerful eyes Now she is ready stay a while And let us see her blush and smile May all the Genial powers Divine Most gentle sweet One now combine And shower and power upon you two All that you can desire they do But lead her out Now go together To be of two made one or either You go divided and alone But must return both of you One He must be hers not his and she Must not be hers but his must be Now they do walk triumphant o're Those fears that troubled them before And all their friends attendants by All joyful for this day of joy She studies not as she doth go How she again may answer No But unto every thing say I As all the Maides would that are by He happy man soon to be blest Unto the Temple maketh hast And every minute hates that stands Not 'twixt their hearts but 'twixt their hands Behold they are arrived where They will be placed in one Sphere To run through a most glorious Life Of Love most blessed Man and Wife Th' Amazed Priest when he espies The radiant beauties of her eyes Cannot believ 't the Bride to be But an Immortal Deitie Descended from Olympus Top Where they all drink in Hebe's Cup Or Cytheraea Queen of love Or the chast daughter of high Jove The new Solemnities to grace Or on the youthful Pair to gaze But when he 's satisfi'd 't is she He looks no more for fear that he His heart should deep enthral in love Past any hope of a remove When both are willing and past woing No Marriage can be long a doing The Parson asks and they Consent Both eager of their own Content Though now and then he smiles and she Doth blush to think what soon must be Now all is done that's to be done Within the Church and they are One The Bride-men wish all joy betide Unto the glad and bashful Bride And the Bride-maides do bid the like To him which he expects at night At their Return with all the prayers Of all their Friends for happy years A Sumptuous Dinner doth invite All to 't with different Appetite Most sit to feed their covetous eyes With the Brides matchless delicacies No other Object can remove Their looks and many rose in love Some old cold few and their neer kin Eat well and many healths begin To both their future days of joy And the soon getting of a Boy Such healths do often make her spred Her beauteous face with sudden red For Virgins often blush to hear Those things they long for and love dear All Dinner-while a fine-voic'st Boy Sings many a Song and many a Toy Of Love and of lost Maiden-heads And all the joyes of Marriage-Beds The Bridegroom happiest man of all May safely take survey and fall Into no danger of the sweet Delicious Bride and she doth meet His every look and every smile And blushes for 't all dinner-while She is asham'd to look therefore And loves so she cannot give o're On fire and fire again they set Their hearts but careless are of it They know the night will come and then Th' are sure to cool themselves agen Dinner being done the afternoon Is tedious in regard of soon Yet with variety worn away Of sports belonging to that day They dance and the fair Bride doth move In conjuring circles of sweet Love She treads so evenly as she meant To make the ground an Instrument And sends up sounds so soft and rare Angels might dance unto that Aire The Bridegroom 's blest by every tongue Of all the merry various thronge To be an Owner of that One Whose equal they have never known And she is counted happy too To be belov'd by him so true To her and worthy unto all Both blest in equal Nuptial He now dares boldly kiss and oft Doth give her hard ones she him soft She is his own and no delight He wants but what will come at night Though she 's asham'd when he doth kiss She 's not content when he doth miss And thus the Afternoon being spent Time draws them nearer their content They go to Supper not to eat But both to be reveng'd on meat Because till that be done they know To bed they must not cannot go Supper being finish't and indeed Too much time knowing what 's to succeed The fearfull Virgin 's lead away Trembling at what she would assay And her undresses tell next morn What she must rise yet
traduce an Innocence Those Crimes that are by some on others thrown Guiltlesly they do make those faults their own And the just Judge their punishment will give Due to the sins that they have slander'd with Besides his Soul he within vengeance bounds That with a truth a reputation wounds Your Friend and mine so much abus'd doth fall Under the First and not the last at all To talk of things commonly known and true No mulct from Heaven will unto us accrue But sure he of a blest Condition is That hates of any one to speak amiss That hath a merciful and candid thought And thinks all good rather then any naught Heaven by a spotless life is won and by The patient bearing of an Infamy 84. To my honest Cousins Mr. Robert Milward and Mr. Roger King You best of Friends and my best Friends that me Have many years grace'd with your Amity My lines you honour with your worthy Names A lasting Glory to my Epigrams As Princes Stamps upon base metals do Make them prove currant and of value too 85. To Sir Francis Boteler my brother in law from Ashbourn How Christmas steals upon us as in fear To be oppos'd by the bold Presbyter And how you part from us against this Time As if you thought to meet it here a Crime But oh inevitable business when Old Christmas we meant to have trick'd agen In 's long neglected usual Ornaments You have prevented it by going hence So your Departure we accuse to be Guilty by chance of an Impietie Tom Hurt Will Taylour and my self shall mourn Till you recover our joy by your return 86. To the right Honourable Henry Lord Hastings Baron of Loughborough My Lord when in my youth I for some while Did leave the pleasures of our native Isle And travel'd France and Italy I spent Methought my Time in a most high content And was so far from longing to return That I when I was sent for home did mourn And doubtless you are pleas'd who now enjoy A Calme after a storme of jeopardy Homer his Iliads might have writ of you And as our fear prompts his Odysses too But we will hope the best and that you may As er'st Ulysses to his Ithaca Return to England all those tumults past And finde it crown'd with happy dayes at last Be reconcil'd to every own and know Among so many Friends no single foe 87. To my Noble Cousin Mr. Henry Hastings of Branston Sir since our first acquaintance ever through Our Friendship with the Noble Loughborough What tumults have we seen and dangers past Such as in graves have many thousands cast And yet we live thanks to the Powers Divine And love I thank your Friendship gracing mine I needes must say such troubles disagree Both with my Genius as well as me Though Poets often sing of Wars and with A mighty verse an Eccho seem to give To the shrill Trumpet or the loudest Gun That thunder rores and spreads destruction Yet in a sweet retreat from care and noise They draw those lines that make those Sympathies And though I am no Poet I confess I am enamour'd much of Quietness 88. To the right honourable Charles Lord Cokaine Viscount Cullen My Lord you have an honest Heart and known To be of a most sweet Condition A Grace unto our Family and Name And every where of a most candid Fame This is a truth but lest you should suppose If I proceed I flatter'd here I close 89. An Epitaph on my worthy Cousin German Colonel Michael Stanhope slain at Willoughbie-Fight and lyes buried in the Church there Here Michael Stanhope lies who fought and dy'd When prosp'rous fortune left the Regal side He of a dauntless minde by all was known And of a Noble disposition Yet his conditions and his valiant Heart Could not prevail with Death to stay his Dart For here he lies and doth by 's Fall express Great Courages do often want Success 90. An Epitaph on my dear Cousin German Mrs. Olive Cotton Passenger stay and notice take of her Whom this Sepulchral marble doth inter For Sir Stanhope's Daughter and his Heir By his first wife a Berisfor'd lies here Her Husband of a Noble house was one Every where for his worthes belov'd and known One onely Son she left whom we presage A grace t' his family and to our age She was too good to live and young to die Yet stay'd not to dispute with destinie But soon as she receiv'd the summons given Sent her fair Soul to wait on God in Heaven Here what was mortal of her turns to dust To rise a Glorious Body with the just Now thou may'st go But take along with thee To guide thy Life and Death her Memory 91. To my Cousin German Mr. John Stanhope of Elveston When in an Epigram I did salute Your other brothers and of you was mute The reason was because I did not know Whether that then you were alive or no. Your safety I congratulate and wish You a long Life of as long happiness This Tribute of my Love to you I give Under the Honour of your Name to live 92. Of Caesar and Cleopatra Great Caesars vaunt is known to all who said That he did come look't on and conquered But when to Egypt he did come from Rome And saw the Queen he then was overcome But to prove rather he was not beguil'd Her he o'recame for he got her with childe 93. An Epitaph on my most honour'd Kinsman Colonel Ralph Sneyd who dy'd in the Isle of Man about the 40th year of his Age. Here lyes a body that gave Lodging to A Soul as noble as the world did know It was well-organ'd handsome manly and Of equal structure to the best o' th Land Yet was unworthy of the Soul was given And therefore dy'd cause that fled back to Heaven Here Colonel Ralph Sneyd doth lie In brief The joy of mankind living now the grief 94. Of Slander To speak too well of thousands safer is Then of one single Person once amiss Happy is he therefore whose wary tongue Wisely refrains to do another wrong 95. To Elveston a Town in Darbyshire Dear Elveston that art a grace Unto the Shire where I was born And Elveston that art the Place Where first I did salute the Morn The noble Stanhopes are thy praise Whom thou afford'st a birth and Urne And may they flourish there always Till th' world to Chaos doth return 96. Of Venice Translated out of Sannazarius Viderat Adriacis Venctam Neptunus in undis Stare urbem toti ponere jura mari Nunc mihi Tarpejas quantum vis Jupiter arces Obâ—ice illa tui maenia Martis ait Si pelago Tibrim praefers urbem aspice utramque Illam homines dices hanc posuisse Deos. Englished In Adriatick Waters Neptune saw Venice that layes on the whole Sea a Law Object Tarpejan Towers Jove whil'st thou wilt He said and walls by thy Mars Off-spring built Prefer'st thou Tyber view
within Your fairer soul 's a glorious Cherubin He of mankind will lead the happiest life Whom you shall honour to become his wife 37. Of Pope Urban the Eight When I in Rome made some abode I oft Urban the Eight beheld and often laught To think how here our Zelots bawld him down And Preach'd him for the whore of Babylon He seem'd a gallant Prince and they that look May find him a fine Poet by his book Though bawds have sometimes beards none sure did see A Woman ere have such a beard as he But they were more mistaken in their speeches Tho virtuous women may whores wear no breeches Besides no wencher would bestow a doit To lye with such an whore a winters night 38. To those Preachers My friends I wish you would forbear your running After this whore and henceforth show your cunning Leaving this subject to no purpose vext To follow in the lieu of it your text 35. To Parissus Sir I conceive that you are in the List Of those that think the Pope is Antichrist Could you get one of them with child alone It should be you that made the true Pope Ioan. 40. To the Popes Princes you are have Dukedomes two or three I wish you would give one of them to me But that were to rob Peter to give Paul Or rather to rob both of them for Saul For I a Lay-man am and which is worse I think a Poet by my empty purse 41. To my wife on the birth of her daughter Isabella I in this second Daughter wish you joy Yet should have had more had it been a Boy Girles are by far more chargeable And when Boyes are grown up less care will serve for Men. You say a Nun you mean her such another I think you do intend as was her mother But whether she live Maid or prove a wife I wish her a long healthful happy life So I do leave you with your new Delight Till you and I do meet again at Night 42. Of our Ladie of Loretto I have been at Loretto and did there See the fam'd House which I 'le not argue here Do onely wish when I from Earth remove That I may see where she abides above 43. An Epitaph on Mr. Thomas Pilkington one of the Queens Musicians who dyed at Wolverhampton about the 35 year of his age and lies there buried Musicks prime Master of our Land this stone Covers For here lies matchless Pilkington He was the soul of Musick did contain All sorts of it in his harmonious brain A strange malignant Fever set a strife Between his soul and body ceas'd his Life So with his soul the soul of Musick fled Leaving that Science fainting though not dead Though oft his work was playing it was such As all Musicians cannot do so much With all their works In brief the richest Part The best Epitome of all that Art And choisest Musick that ere ravish'd ear Put out of tune by death lie buried here 44. To Zoilus Zoilus reports never a line I write Deserves t' appear before a wisemans sight Zoilus at this I nothing do repine But say thou being a Fool th' are fit for thine 45. An Epitaph on my dear sister Mrs. Lettice Armstrong who deceased about the 43 of her age and of Mrs. Lucy Cokain who dyed about the 34 of hers and lye both buried at Ashborn Lettice and Lucy here two sisters lye So constant to each others company Death could not part them long for four years space Reduc'd them both to this Sepulchral place There was no difference 'twixt them all their Life Save one liv'd single th' other was a Wife They both were virtuous left this world behind In hope the Glories of the next to finde Their Coffins lye so very close it doth Appear as if one Grave contain'd them both As their loves did unite them so the stone That both of them doth cover is but one And more to shew their mutual hearts it hath For both upon it but one Epitaph 46. To my Cousin Mr. Thomas Cokaine of Manciter You boast your Manciter was once a Town When here the Romans govern'd of Renown That Aderston from Ruines of it grew To be so spacious and so fair of view I yield unto your Truthes and adde one more Aderston drink makes Manciter so poor 47. Upon the Marriage of Mr. Edward Tilsly and Mrs. Anne Fleetwood So all your fears are past you both are sped And have no trouble but to go to bed Where what young married couples love the best I wish you a good night with little rest 48. Of Vesuvius I on the top have of Vesuvius been There laid me down upon my breast and seen Into the mighty Rupture whence the smoke Proceeds that often seems the skies to choke Torre de Guego din'd at which I found With that Hills scalding streams much burnt and drown'd As with their quarries Hills build Cities so They with their vomits them may overthrow 49. Of George Buchanon Buchanons oathes at Murries service were What he would say audacious George would swear Poets would lye I 've heard but never one That would forswear himself but Buchanon Yet he a famous Poet was what though Serpents may lurk in flowers of fairest show 50. To Mrs. Anne Adams my mothers Cosin-german Whilst you the generous Trenthams name enjoy'd And knew not what it was to be a Bride You in delicious Brussels wore away Most of your virgin-years beyond the Sea There you did thinke to lead a single life But thanks to Iohn that won you to his wife Who when you did return to England found That way to fix you on your native ground For you together live as if heaven meant To make you though not richest most content 51. To my highly honoured Cousin-German Mr. Arthur Sanhope son to the Earl of Chesterfield I do rejoyce at the respect you bear To Bretby by your choice of living there My Lord so great a house kept that by none Of all our Noblemen he was out-gone And you so neatly and gentilely live That all that know you Commendations give If my Lord Stanhope comes and you remove May you be follow'd by all good mens love That wheresoere you live there may be seen No change but alteration of the Scene 52. To Mris. Elizabeth Kendall my wives Niece Twycross I cannot choose but envy where Such ravishing Musick is and I not there You and your sister Frank Pegge every day So rarely sing that wondring Queens would stay To listen to your Layes from any sport And prize that while your house above a Court. 35. To Mr. Humphrey Mosley and Mr. Humphrey Robinson In the large book of Playes you late did print In Beaumonts and in Fletchers name why in 't Did you not justice give to each his due For Beaumont of those many writ in few And Massinger in other few the Main Being sole Issues of sweet Fletchers brain But how came I you ask so much to know
right To let your English Martial view the light You will oblige this Nation by your pains Those ' specially to whom the Latin's strange And he in the Elysian shades will smile To heare he speakes the language of this Isle 103. Of Cardinal Bellarmine Of all the writers of the Roman Part Bellarmine thou the most confuted art How happens thy ill Fortune that we call Thy confutation if we drink up all 104. Of Cornelius Gallus A Poet and a Traytour is such news Mercuries and Diurnals do not use Gallus a Traitour Gallows a Reward But sure Augustus did not prove so hard He put him to a nobler death we hope Poets should live by linesn ot dye by 'th rope 105. To Banellus Welcome good Sir to truth and welcome to The way to Heaven which you directly go May we your stedfast footsteps follow even And t is no doubt we shall arrive at Heaven 106. To Mr. Henry Longville Marvel not Friend that oftentimes I write As if in drinking I did take delight I at my best am ill enough and hate To make my self a Beast at any rate Of Mirth and companie I sometimes think The cause that now and then I write of drink 107. Of Catullus Tibullus and Propertius The ancient Epigrammatist Catullus Propertius and the amorous Tibullus Are often bound together what 's the reason They all weremerry Blades at every season Whilst they did live they often were together And now th' are dead th' are bound up so in Leather 108. To my Son Mr. Thomas Cokaine Let others glory in their Hawks and Hounds Their golden heaps and Circuit of their Grounds Their gallant Breed of Horses and their meat Drest so that Heliogabalus would eat Their Mistresses whose Beauties would inflame Unknown Lands Salvages and make them tame Themselves and them so richly dres'd that you The Heavens without a Cloud would think in view Give me a study of good Books and I Envy to none their hugg'd Felicity 109. To Mr. Daniel Millescent Momus doth carp that I do write so few Lines on this Theme and sayes th' are not enow I to a hundred thousand write t is true And worth so many for your worths are you 110. To Mr. Robert Creitton Dr. of Divinity formerly Oratour and Greek Professour of the University of Cambridge Among the many friends that I do name Neglected I do mention you 't were shame You were my Tutour and t is fit I show The world a Part of the Respects I owe Let this poor trifle be an atome of it Although to my disgrace and your no profit Expect from your learn'd Pupils Works of Art I can present you but a grateful heart 111. Of high-spirited women Histories of all ages do declare High-spirited women noble things have done One shall serve mention'd in particular And she the brave Ioeni an Amazon Bonduca long the Romans force withstood And seal'd her love t' her Countrey with her blood 112. To Momus Momus doth grumble Prethee spare me not Th' excception's just thou hast against me got I writ Catullus and the other two Were all of them Contemporaries t is true Valerius ere they flourish'd dy'd I know it Poets may feign in that hold me a Poet With truth of History I was too bold As men tye knots on Ropes to make them hold 113. To Mr. Edmond Ravenhill How in your company I do delight A Pleasure to my ears as well as sight When on the Harpsecals your sister Win Doth play and you upon the Violin I with that musick am affected much She plays so well and eke your Art is such Hast t' us and when with playing you are weary A Bottle of rich sack shall make us merry 114. To Anne Hill Nan Hill th' art good and great Think it not better To grow up to a Mountain and be greater With marriage therefore do not be beguil'd Y' are made a Mountain if y' are got with child But marry Nan Hill if you should grow wanton Rather then to be worse become a Mountain 115. To my honoured kinsman Mr. Edward Darcy Repair your house at Newhall and hast down And leave the noise of this expenceful Town You here deprive your self of many a good To be enjoy'd by Countrey-solitude Pretend not want of Companie For I Will waite upon you oft that live thereby You may reply you better would I grant it Keep a good house there and you need not want it 116. An Epitaph on Mr. Gilbert Knyveston my wives Brother who deceased in London about the 38 year of his age and lies buried at St. Giles in the fields Stay Passenger forbear thy hast And read whom Death herein hath plac't For Gilbert Knyveston here doth lye A shaking of mortality All Ethicks he his practice made On Christian foundation laid His Life was noble and his Death A rich soul did to heaven bequeath His loss we therefore should not mourn But for our selves to sadness turn Lament that we do want so much Of those great worthes that made him such Let 's study him and imitate so That we may prove like him Now go 117. Of amorous Courtship Men do solicite Women they contemne If they are bashful to importune them Man was made first and therefore should begin Do Women They ' gainst Modesty do sin 118. Of Katherine Boer A Catholick German knit his angry brow And cal'd Frier Martin Luthers wife a Sow But such his Passion was it did run ore She could not be a Sow that was a Boar. 119. Of Puritans Against Saints Fasts the Puritans do bawl And why To th' Flesh they are addicted all 120. To my brother in law Mr. William Nevil Dare Cambridgeshire leave off to boast Thy University so crost And Cambridgeshire forbear to vaunt Of Ely fam'd for many a Saint And Westow-lodge henceforth let be The primest glory that 's in thee Where plenty neatness and a right Well-govern'd house yield full delight VVherein you and your Lady give Example how the good should live 121. To Mrs. Alice Nevill his sister Y' are virtuous young and handsome and I dare VVith Sydneyes Queen of Corinth you compare Between you I no difference can write But she was slighted you your servants slight You may relent and I do hope you will If prayers prevail not Cupid use thy skill 122. To Mrs. An Mrs. Mildred Nevil his daughters Henceforth our English youth may cease to glory In famous Sydneys celebrated story For you two sisters shortly must incite Some matchless pen your happy lives to write That unto all this land it may be known Pamela and Philoclea are out-gone 123. To Paulinus Marry in Lent t is strange and yet no treason You say although unusual that season Marriage is not but the solemnization Forbidden then and y 'ave a dispensation The Church hath favour'd you shew it your duty And prize 't henceforth above your Ladies beauty 124. To my honoured friend Major William Warner Playes Eclogues Songs a
liv'd and dy'd in glory The ninth song 1 O Cupid use thy bow Thy deity declare Make all fit people know Thy force that living are 2 But shoot aright good boy And mutual fire constrain For it is tytanny To make our love in vain 3 Let Matrons peevish be Whose lookes time hath decaid But let no youthful she From earth decease a Maid 4 Let Ethiops froward prove Whom nature hath made back And they thy pleasures love That no perfections lack 5. Make every man love one And him his mistress too So Hymen shall not moane For wanting of his due 6. The young ones of each sex Will thereby have content And not hereafer vex To fast so long a Lent The tenth Song 1. Curle every hair smile with your eyes And enchant Any Saint With the rare musick of your voice Show your breast Or your best Me you no way have to entice 2. Dance to sweet numbers to excel Being so quick ' Rithmetick And so most evenly and so well That out wonder May not number Those soft steps your feet do tell 3 Take your sweet Lute which is the spirit Of musick And use it Unto your highest praise of merit Though each sound My ears wound My heart nereless shall freely bear it 4. Were all your clothes so rich and fine As you were In her sphere Bright Citheraea to out-shine Yet they shoo'd Not my blood Warm like unto a glass of wine 5. In hope to conquer at first sight To each part Add all art And to provoke an appetite To your will Joyn your skill Yet all your magick I shall slight 6. Let you and I together go In the spring When birds sing And I 'le swear to talk not wooe Or when heat Makes us get Into an Arbour I 'le do so 7. I cannot be a thrall to her Who I know Heart doth ow To another and him prefer If my suit Miss the fruit I the tree can well abhor 8. Yet Lady witness all we see T is not I That deny Nor is it you that disagree Honour so Slight you do That I in love can never be The eleventh Song 1. Wherefore should gallants be sad And keep house like an owl all day Sure they that do so are mad Or want money a shot to pay Then let 's drink off our pots Our glasses and our bowles The refusers all are sots And men of narrow soules Our honest hostess doth sing our honest hostess doth sing With a pot of ale In her hand that is stale Sing hey ding ding a ding ding 2 Leave thinking of London sack Of Rhenish Claret and White Such chargeable liquors lack And in an Alehouse delight If our drink be strong of the malt And boyled enough withal I wonder who can find fault With such a good cup of ale Our honest hostess doth sing c. 3. If any two be fallen out And ready a duel to fight Let them drink together a bout A whole day or a whole night And that will make them friends And have no mind to quarrel Without their bloods expence Such vertue is in a barrel Our honest hostess doth sing c. 4. If any man be in love And cannot his mistress get Let him all business remove And go and drink a fit Good company and good drink And an house that will reckon right Will make a body think Time spent in love's no delight Out honest hostess doth sing c. 5. If a man want money or clothes And hath but a friend to pay Good liquor will banish his woes And make him a merry day It Physick is for each grief And medicine for all diseases The labourers sole relief And all his toile appeases Our honest hostess doth sing c. 6. A pot of spic't ale and a tost Is good for a mornings draught And meat either boyl'd or rost For dinner if it be salt 'T will make ones liquor go down Without sharking with delight And Gentleman make or clown To sleep without waking all night Our honest hostess doth sing c. The twelfth song The wenches complaint Non e maggior tormento 1. I can no greater torment find Then ly with one I cannot love Each minute seems a year confin'd So slowly then do minutes move When me his hap 's to kiss or touch I with him am offended much 2. If he doth chance to me to say Can it be possible my Dear You so abstemious are from play That you against your will ly here I am enforc'd in complement To tell him I have much content 3. Imagine Ladies you that know What a vexation it is If from my heart I speak or no And do not counterfeit all this For when to him I turn my back I mouthes at him in hatred make 4. All that enamoured are of me VVhom I cannot affect again Thus from their passions I do free I have no pleasure in their gain And ifthey think I any take T is with their money I it make 5. Women that are by want opprest And therefore yield unto this vice Know all the world they do detest Embraces that are not their choice The want of mony is unjust To make them subject unto Iust The thirteenth song William the Conquerour to Emma the Miliners daughter of Manchester 1. Hellen of Greece I should despise And Cressida unhandsome call Poppaea would not please mine eyes My Emma so exceeds them all When she doth chance to combe her head She scatters night upon her face Her lovely brown hair being spred Those clouds forbid our eagerest gaze Envy about her can suppose No fault at all but in her clothes 2. When her fine hand th' Eclipse removes And lets her eyes dart forth their beams Our hearts are burned by our loves And quenched by our Optick streams Lest her sweet eyes ore-glorious lights Should fire on one another reflect And burn themselves to endless nights Her delicate nose stands to protect Envy about c. 3. Her lips themselves in love have kist And married were by her sweet tongue Her dear heart gave them to the Priest And all th' Epithalamium song Her even and little teeth all clad In white as white as purest snow Instead of bridemen wait most glad And for the bridemaids likewise go Envy about c. 4. Her pretty ears this Paradise Do guard without a Gun or sword Vertue commands in chief and vice Dares not approch though in a word Her neck doth seem the milky way Unto the Tempe of her breast Where two fine hills nipples display Like two suns rising east and west Envy about c. 5. Her lovely hands when they do stir Through motion she unto them lends Add several graces unto her And beauty shake at fingers ends These are her glories that we know Her envious clothes conceal the rest Happy is he that so can woe As win her to reveal the rest Envy about her c. 6. Let fancy work till she be kind And
so that it appears They should be lov'd by 's as we love our selves But to a Mistress who would not give more Who can choose to give more the love that we Bear to a friend it is an accident a meer one But t is our nature to affect a woman And 't is a glory to preserve a Mistress Entire to ones self without competit ors My reason 's satisfi'd no friendship can Keep in the sword of any rival'd man Fal. Collect your self Carionil Car. You 'l fight with me Fal. I do not wear a weapon for such a Quarrel Car. What more affliction yet t is against manhood A most ignoble murther to take his life Who makes no opposition And yet if death Prevent him not she will be his Sad fates You shall not have Lucora Fal. You wrong our amity by this suspicion I swear I will not Car. How Fal. Consider dear Carionil I grieve To see my friend so over-passionate It is a weakness in you to be pittied Car. My love ore-sway'd my reason pardon me My best Falorus I believe your vertue Would not act such an injury against Your own Carionil Fal. Shall we walk and I 'le tell you all that pass'd 'Twixt me and Polidare Car. I am a thousand waies obliged yours Fal. You are my Carionil I wish no more From you then a perpetuity of love And that our hearts may never be unti'd Car. You are too worthy for my friendship Exunt Scena tertia Enter Antiphila sola reading Fair Antiphila hath hair Would grace the Paphian Queen to weare Fit to tune Heavens Lute withall When the Gods for musick call Fit to make a vail to hide Aurora's blush each morning tide Fit to compose a crafty gin To take the hearts of lookers in Able to make the stubborn kind And who dislike it t' be judg'd blind Though it is soft and fine it ties My heart that it in fetters lies It is a great I know not what I have not Poetry enough in me to give it a name These Lovers are the prettiest fooles I think in the world And t' were not for them I cannot tell what we women should do We desire nothing more then to be praised and their love to us will do it beyond our wishes I gave Philander upon his long importunity a lock of hair and see into what a vein it has put him I 'me sorry he had it not a week sooner I should then perhaps a had a Sonnet-book ere this 't is pitty wit should lie obscurely in any if a lock will give it vent I love him not I shood rather choose his father who is as earnest a suitor to me as he yet I know because of his age very few Ladies wood be of my mind but as yet I care for neither of them Enter Philander Now I must expect an assault 't is in 's ear already he 's very fine Phi. My dear Anniphila you have receiv'd Anti. Your verses Sir I have Phi. I am your true adorer for them Lady Wood your white hand had done me the honour it did them Anti. In what Sir you must explain Phi. That a touch of your skin might have ravish'd me into happiness Anti. The Lock has alter'd your discourse I wood it had shut your mouth Phil. Ther 's no need of that excellent Antiphila I wood rather deprive my self of my tongue then that any word of mine should be offensive unto you Anti. You relish too much of the Court. Phi. Polite words can never misbecome a speaker who hath such a subject Anti. Am I your subject you have cal'd me Mistress Phi. You are my Saint Lady and I must pray to you Anti. Saints hear no prayers some say Phi. Pray you shew otherwaies by granting mine Anti. Have you any more papers Phi. My mouth shall speak mine own errand Anti. You must pardon me now Sir I must leave you Exit Antiphila Phi. She yet is obstinate but I am free From doubt she will continue in that way There is no cause of fears in womens nayes For none of that sex means the thing she saies Enter Rosinda Now Tandorix where 's my father Ros Faith I know not Sir Phi. You are one of the melancholiest servants he keeps Ros It pleases you to say so Sir Phi. They all report so of you Ros I cannot tell Sir Phi. Y' are overlonely be merrier you shood put your self into more companie you should Tandorix I respect you for my mothers sake for whose last sad letter you was entertained here Ros I thank you Sir for your kindness Phy. Farwel Tandorix Exit Phy Ros My son perceives my sadness but the cause Deserves it fully t is now above a year Since I did write that I did drown my self And bare the Paper to my husband when I thought his memorie was somewhat lost And I inur'd unto this habit drawn To 't by a fond desire to know if he Would keep his promise to me with which oathes He oft hath made that never if he should Survive me he would take another wife But he as other men esteems no more Of perjury then common breath 't were fit That husbands vows upon the sands were writ Exit Finis Actus primi Actus secundi Scena prima Enter Lorece and Jaques Lor. I Am beholding to thee Iaques Iaq. I will be dutiful to your Worship Lor. I should be glad to cope with your Lady now methinks I am of a prompter expression then usual Lovers and the Muses are cater-cousins Enter Vandona My Vandona Iaques Iaq. I must vanish like a mist Exit Lor. Farewell grave Titan. I le out with a Poetical Soliloquie in her hearing for my Preludium The gaudy Stars are not more full of glee When golden Phebus setteth in the West Nor do the cheerful Birds with more delight Rejoyce at the new Livery of the spring Then I to have this miracle of beauty Enter within the knowledge of miue eyes Van. He speaks well I woo'd he meant earnest The Gentleman seems very deserving but he is something wild Lor. She shall be stoutly accosted Impudency is a very happy quality in a wooer Van. A comes Lor. Lady you are not a puny in the Court of Cupid and therefore I hope need not the tedious circumstances of an annual service I am bold to tell you plainly I love you and if I find occasion I will maintain it boldly Van. I pray you Mr. Lorece desist Lor. Never my sweet Vandona my descent I know you doubt not and my affection you need not Whilest I live I shall love you and if you die your memory Van. I shall be catch'd We widows are glass mettal soon broke Lor. I can do no more Lady and I will do no less Van. Your habit carriage and discourse Sir shew you a Traveller Lor. My boldness she means Sweetest Vandona I have been one The habits conditions and situations of many great kingdoms I have exactly gathered into my
thousand pounds cannot hide a squint eye a crooked back or a red head or a muddy face though they may gild them Van. This is very Satyrical but there be Beauties of all coloured hair eies and complexions Lore I at any time will carry you to a Play either to the Black Friers or Cockpit And you shall go to the Exchange when you will and have as much money as you please to lay out you shall find me a very loving husband in troth dear Lady Van. But servant you have been a very deboist gentleman Lor. Forget what y 'ave heard and you shall hear no more on 't But we are extravagant come let 's to 'th joyner Van. To whom and for what Mr. Lorece Lore To Hymen in his saffron coat to be married Van. Some other time a month hence will serve Lor. Then must I court another bout Van. What you please Sir Lor. O Cupid the Bow-man I am not thy foe man For I love this woman As well as I know man And therefore I pray thee From mischief to stay me And quickly to lay me In bed with this Lady Van. What call you this Sir Lor. T is my imploration and ode Van. Y' are very fluent Sir Lor. And yet neglected But I le make Cornelius Gallus speak English and he shall wooe for me Van. What say you servant Lor. Be you attentive and you shall hear My sweet Vandona fine and comely lass Whose beauty Milk and Lillies doth surpass And the sweet Roses both tâ—â— white and red Or Indian Ivory new polished O spread O spread abroad thy yellow hair Like glorious gold shining all out as fair Thy purest Alablaster neck and show's VVhich from between thy graceful shoulders Open thy Starry eyes and let us view growes Their browes above them of a Sable hew And both thy Roseal cheeks let us espie Beautified with a natural Tyrian die Put forth thy lips their Corral let us see And Dovelike gentle kisses give to me Kisses her Of amorous life my breath did draw out part Those kisses peirc'd meto the very heart Why didst thou suck my blood O cruel she Henceforth thy dugges like Apples hide from me Which with Ambrosiack cream shall swell thy breast Discloseth Cynamon I yield and best Delights arise from thee yet thy Paps cover Whose growth and beauty do make me a lover For seest thou not that languishing I lye A man half dead how canst thou thus destroy Van. This is meer flattery Lor. T is but a spark Madam an almost invisible atome of truth which can scarce be discern'd in the Sun-shine of your perfections credit me Madam Van. They are most childish will believe all that their servants say my most poetical Servant Lor. Most obdurate Lady Van. Will you wrangle Lor. Was ever Widow so hard to win Sure your husband got not your maidenhead you are so backward Van. Adieu Sir Lor. Not yet I pray you sweetest Lady if Van. Pray you trouble me with no more speeches Lor. O cruel reply to a Lovers suit If ever you have felt this passions pain If ever you would pitied be your self Or if you know that Love hath power to kill For all these which you heretofore have been Subject unto commiserate a heart So full of love for you that it will break If you deny But if you will remain inexorable And frown on him who ay must fawn on you I wish my fortune may be yours and that If ere you love you may be served so Van. I 'm but a woman and these words would move A stupid rock to pitty Sir I can Resist no more your tongue has magick in 't You have overcome me and enjoy your conquest Lor. My dear widow let me kiss thee for this thy dare of wearing black is almost out O my joy methinks I could out-sing old Homer the nine Muses and put their Patron Apollo our of fame Enter Falorus Ceanthe and Phyginois in brave apparel My Vandona yonder is my brother he will be glad to hear of my good fortune Fal. Who 's he Clea. A friend of mine my Lord Fal. I shall be desirous Sir both for your own and for Anclethes sake to be better acquainted with you May I demand your name Phy. Your servant is cal'd Phyginois Fal. How have you sped brother Lor. She will be cal'd your sister salute her go kiss her for 't Fal. Lady I hope my brother will deserve you By proving an affectionate husband to you Phy. Madam I am a stranger but will endeavour to make my self known unto you by any service I can do you Van. Thank you Sir Phy. My Nentis doth excel her sister Aside Lor. Come brother will you go with us Fal. I le wait upon your Mistress Exeunt Fal. Lor. Van. Cle. My faithful friend may all thy wishes prosper And a fair end crown them most happily Phy. Sweetest of Ladies Clea. Thou didst prefer goodness before the raising of thy house Phy. It grieved me to think so noble a Lady should be so poorely dispos'd of My brothers birth nor forunes could deserve you Cle. I was ignorant and might have undone my self Phy. I did pitty you Cle. And ever have oblig'd me to you for 't Phy. If your sisters woman Mistress Nentis be obstinate and you prosper Hereafter you may do me a multitude of favours Cle. I nere will fail to do the best I can now let us follow them Love is a passion not to be withstood And until hearts be mutual never good Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Carionil solus like a Negro in strange apparel Car. AN houres life is like the various year Which hardly bears one form a fortnights space He sure deserves respect that to obtain His Mistress thinks all trouble a content These two years have not had so many quarters As I disguises scarce as many daies As I devises and yet to no purpose What I may do in this I cannot guess But for mine own purpose must hope the best My late long residence i th Spanish Court when I lay there Leiger Embassador Hath made me speak the Castilian language perfectly Which will be my great furtherance because Polidacre affects that tongue exceedingly And I know will gladly give me a free access Unto his house at all times Estoy yo como deue muy lobrego Porque de mi Lucora haze un Negro Enter Polidacre Lucora and Nentis They shall not see me yet Sir your daily importunities have so mov'd me that I must yield unwillingly onely I request to have our marriage defer'd a month dear Sir do not deny me this Pol. I thank thee girle Enter Falorus Welcome Falorus my daughter 's yours after four weeks be past Fal. Worthy Sir y' are too bountiful Most excellent Lady you will make my fortune envied I must dissemble yet for I will not wrong Carionil Nen. I like this well Luc. But I will rather die then have him Aside Car. I do not doubt my friend
most attentive The dark cave of sleep Is not more quiet Anti. I am contracted Phi. You are not Lady Ant. I am Sir Phi. Unto my father Ant. No. Phi. Then sentence his sure death by naming him Ant. Will you destroy the man I love Phi. And you him that loves you Ant. What is done cannot be undone Phi. It shall Ant. You must not know his name therefore Phi. If there be any manhood in his breast He shall dispose himself I le challenge him By such sure circumstances and set the papers On publick places by the Play-Bills that if He dares but use a sword he will be known Ant. So you will publish my disgrace Phi. Too true O Lady dear Antiphila Give me his name I will not kill him foully We will meet fairly I may die upon His sword and you thereby be freed from my Unworthy suit Ant. Sir promise me one thing and I will tell you Phi. Here is my hand you shall charm me Anti. I must lye and grosly to be rid of his Courtship Aside It is Tandorix You must not speak it unto any or quarrell about it Phi. T is not you mock me sweet Antiphila Ant. Indeed Philander I do not You will be secret for my sake untill I do release you of your promise Phi. Y 'ave had my hand silence must be my death Ant. I le leave you Sir and build upon your word For I perceive you are displeased Exit Antiphila Phi. This t is to be a fool which is the truest And briefest definition of a Lover What fury fascinated so my sences As wilfully to make me become a slave Unto the childish passions of a woman On this occasion wood I understood The saddest Epithets of Necromancy That I might joyn them to this sex O my heart I am orecome with rage and will be rather A perjur'd Mahumetan and wade Through streams of blood into her arms then a Soft-conscience'd ass and let this villain have her Could envious hell suppose a body of So delicate a composition cood Within it lodge a mind so poor and worthless This is a womans weakness no t is a baseness Cannot be match'd in all the faults of man But why am I so angry I will shew My fury not in idle breath but deeds Enter Rosinda And this shall be the time thou base ambitious Slave before we part thou diest Rosin O good Sir why I nere offended you Heaven knows I love you best of all the world Phi. Thou art the hinderance of all the bliss I could expect or wish for upon earth Ros Sir let me hear the reason of your rage And if you find that I have injur'd you I will not beg for life Phil. Find it I know it clearly And will not honour thee vile man so much As 't let my tongue joyn such unequal names Ros I understand you not Dear Sir be plain Phi. Art thou prepar'd to die if not kneel here And pray thy self into a readiness Rosin Be not so violent Phi. Repent Ros Let me understand my offence the chrysome child Is not more innocent of wrongs to you Then guiltless I. Phi. The tears of Crocodiles Ros I humbly do upon my knees implore you That you thus rashly will not take away The life you never can restore and will Bewaile for in an overlate repentance Phi. To heaven and not to me make orizons Ros I am resolv'd For your deceased mothers sake at whose Sad funeral letter I was entertaind Into your fathers family and for Those tears and sighes and sorrows she did weep Groan and express at her delivery of you Be merciful unto a faultless stranger Phil. A tedious and an exquisite torture for Thy death should not deter me from it My mother Could she arise out of her watry grave Appear in both our views and be an eloquent Suppliant unto me for thy life should not Prevail to win me to it Ros Then nothing will satisfie keep in your sword I am your mother draw off this Perriwig And my face will establish your belief Phi. It does indeed here prostrate on my knees For my rude language I do crave remission Ros And you obtain it and my blessing too But you deserve blame for your violent fury O let me kiss your gracious hand and seal My pardon on your happy lips Why did you grieve us for the sad report Of your untimely end Rosin You shall know all anon But yet conceal My being till your fathers love be ripe And grown mature for a second marriage I pray you do Phil. Mother I will Now I 've good hope Antiphila will be mine Scena Secunda Enter Carionil Lucora and Nentis Car. And Lady you shall not wish any thing If that an humane power can obtain it But I will make it yours I hope you do Not wrong my love with a suspicion That I cannot perform what ere I promise Luc. I do not Sir distrust your affection But give me leave to doubt I shall not live According to my content in Aethiopia Car. Most noble Lady I that have seen both places Dare promise you you will Luc. I cannot tell Sir I must believe you Car. For these few words whose sweetness doth exceed Vast and elaborate volumes of eloquence May all the joyes that ever have made happy The numerous Queens and Empresses that have Been ornaments and glories to the world Meet unto their perfection in you Luc. My Tucapelo when I did see you first I fell in Love as deep as Lady could Car. And may I dye when in unperfect thoughts You do repent your choice Mistris I can Make famous Gamara as pleasing to you As is your native Countrey You shall find Delights above not equal to your mind Luc. Sir your company shall be all things unto me Car. You shall not touch one drop of water but shall Be of more virtue then the Thespian spring Where reverent Poets of the former times Quaft off huge bowls to great Apollo's health Young virgins whose sweet voyces do exceed Mnemosyne's daughters shall sing you a sleep Each night and when you grace the happy woods With your rich presence they shall make a consort With the innocuous queristers of the spring To entertain the Mistris of my life Aside Nent And I go thither they shall teach me to sing Car. The Jewel-tippets of your ears shall weigh The curious points of precious Isicles When Leo breathes hot vapours on the earth Your sedulous slaves enrich'd by noble bloud Shall bear your Litter through the tedious streets Of Gamara while all the gallant youth Within it runs to wonder at your beauty Luc. I do believe you love me so much Sir That you will shew it all the wayes you can And I do thank you for it and love you And I will shew it all the wayes I can Car. O happiest speech my ears did ever hear Amphions musick made not such a sound Nor Orpheus Lute that tam'd the
You had not wont to answer me so slightly Do you not love me still Car. No. Luc. The heavens forbid I am Lucora Car. I do confess you are but must deny I love you Luc. I could endure your Sword with better ease Us 't and revenge what ignorant ill I have Committed against you I had rather dye By your dear hand then to return from hence With this strong poyson in my breast Car. Kill you Lady I would not do it to obtain The Soveraignty of the Sea-parted Earth Live many years in happiness I wish it With all my soul else may I dye unwept for But give me leave to leave you and bestow Laughter not tears for my inconstancy Think me unworthy of your worthy self For I cannot love you nor will marry you Luc. Surely you will Have you a cause to be So merciless unto a passionate Lady One that so truly wonders at your worths I pray you Sir jest not so solemnly Thunder is Musick in my ears to this Car. I do not credit me most fair Lucora I am in earnest nor would I spend the time In words Shall I call Nentis Luc. Rather call Basiliskes to look me dead Then her to help to mourn your unkind parting O! do not thus wherein am I deform'd So suddenly that you so soon should leave me Car. This is a trouble to your self you cannot Speak words enough to make me yours Luc. Can I not speak sufficiently Then I Will try if there be Magick in my knees Look Sir a Lady kneels to you for love She kneels To whom the noblest in the Realm have su'd Car. All is in vain Luc. Thou man that art more lasting in thy fury Then the Egyptian wonder through the stormes Of many bleak tempestuous winters Say worthless man if it becomes thee well To let a loving Lady kneel to thee And thou be merciless and not raise her â—p Car. I pray you rise Luc. And will you then be reconcil'd unto me Car. No I cannot Luc. Then I will turn a Statue Car. I pray you leave me and forget me ever Henceforth you shall not see me any more Luc. Not see you any more O faithless man and full of perjuries Thy nature is transparent thou art false As is the smooth-fac'd Sea which every wind Disturbes a false Barbarian and born under Deceitful Mercury A Britain would Rather have died then thus have wronged me Thou art inhumane and mayest boast the conquest Tell your most salvage countrey-men this Act If the just God of Seas revenge me not And number it ' mongst your proud cruelties Car. Be pacifi'd I pray you leave this rage Luc. When I am dead I shall and not before And that shall not be long For thou shalt see me Merciless man thou shalt and adde that to Thy bloody conquests boast how a slighted Lady For thy unkindness made her self away This hand wherewith I would have given my self Offers to kill her self To thee shall take me from my misery Car. Hold I am Carionil Luc. How say that again Car. I am Carionil Luc. That breath hath rais'd me and made me my self Car. I counterfeited the Negro to obtain you The wished period of my griefes and might But will not love that woman that shall scorn All my endeavours and entertain a stranger An Ethiopian and prefer him no Judg fair Lucora if I have not cause Luc. Yes yes you have But now you do not need More of your Rhetorick to disswade me from you There are not in the world temptations Can make me yours I cannot give a reason T is in my nature and a secret one Car. I am glad it is so Luc. This is the happiest hour My life did ever pass and quickly chang'd Car. I rejoyce at the alteration Madam you shall Command me to do any thing but marry you Luc. Then I command you never move me more Car. I will obey you Luc. Now you may call Nentis She is not yet in bed I see a light yet Car. Most willingly Nentis Nentis Enter Nentis above Nen. What 's the matter marle Luc. Come down Nen. I wonder much I come Madam Descendit Luc. You will be secret Sir of what hath past Car. You may be confident I will Luc. I else shall suffer much in my honour Women take heed the men whom you deny May win you to be theirs by Policy They Proteus-like will vary shapes until Beyond their wishes they have plac'd their will Enter Nentis Car. Your woman 's come Good night Luc. Good night Sir Exit Carionil Nentis I now will never pass the Seas Tucapelo is become Carionil Nen. Amazement ceaseth me Luc. Anon thou shalt know all Nen. I hope that now you will be rul'd by your friends and take the Lord Falorus to your husband Luc. Hang husbands Nen. The Gods bless them all I say and send me a good one Luc. Let 's to bed lock the door after you Exeunt Ambae Scena Quinta Enter Cleanthe sola Cle. How joy fully the birds salute the morn Warbling a welcome from their gentle throats But I am of another mind poor maid Aurora doth no sooner blush upon The world but I make my complaints afresh I am in love and for my wretched State Can blame no body but sinister Fate Enter Carionil Car. Well met Anclethe I will hide no longer My self in this disguise Again thou shalt Be my Anclethe wilt thou be my Boy And sing me songs as thou hadst wont to do Cle. You have obtain'd your Mistris I see my Lord. Car. I have not boy nor will I seek her more Some other time thou shalt receive the story Cle. My hour is come dear Cupid be my aid And will you never have another Sir Car. I do not know Anclethe but if I have She must not be so obstinate as this Cle. But say a Lady of a noble house One that is not unhandsom were in love With you did love you violently my Lord Would you not pity her but be unkind Car. Boy I do know what t is to love in vain So well and what a misery is in it That if she were but reasonably well She should not grieve for me indeed she should not Cle. You are most noble old Philosophy Never defin'd a virtue which you want There is a Lady Sir and not ill-favour'd Born of an ancient honourd family So much in love with you that if you do Refuse her my Lord you do deny her life Car. What is she cal'd Anclethe Cle. My Lord my Commission doth not reach so farre She 'd have her name conceal'd until y 'ave seen her Tomorrow morning you may meet her here She with a gentleman a friend of hers VVill here expect you about ten a clock Car. VVell I will see her boy and if I find Her answer thy report I will be kind He that neglects a loving Lady for VVeak causes may the Gods that man abhorre Exeunt Ambo Finis Actus
Fal. Is this not policy to delay my death Car. If ere you found me false believe me not Fal. It then is true Car. Most true Falorus Fal. Licence me friend now to embrace you well met Carionil and welcomer indeed Then ever yet man was unto me I Will live and owe my life unto you and when You please I for your sake will lay it down Freely I may Lucora now adore And rather then to lose her I will try All waies that are contain'd in policie Car. But say she never will consent Fal. I am Most confident she will to please her Father But if she should not I could suffer it 'T was not my Love made me thus passionate It was because in it I wronged you Car. Did you not marke when you did see me first A joy unusual sit upon my brow Fal. I had so much of sorrow in my heart That with it all my sences were possest Car. But you perceiv'd I had left my disguise What out of it did you collect Fal. I thought Lucora had descri'd you and you had A peremptory denial to your suit Enter Cleanthe and Phyginois Cle. Sir seeing you had made a fair conclusion And measuring each minute for an hour Until I were with you I rudely come Uncal'd for to you Car. Ever most welcome my Cleanthe friend This is the Lady I did mention to you She was Anclethe bâ—t is sister to The Mistress of youâ— thoughts and cal'd Cleanthe Whom long since all her friends believed lost And have these many years left mourning for Fal. A strange discovery and admirable Car. Some other time command the history This mutually among our selves we 'l spend Fal. Lady account me servant to your vertues And you Sir may command Falorus alwaies Phy. Your love will honour me most noble Lord. Cle. Sir I for you will intercession make Unto my sister and do hope shall prosper I will make known how much you are her servant And what affection my ears have witnessed For I unseen to you did hear what pass'd Fal. You will oblige me everlastingly Car. Now let us walk Fal. Whosoever loyal friendship doth regard With fair events the Gods will him reward Exeunt omnes Scena quinta Enter Iaques solus Iaq. I have a Licence for my Lady the brave gallant Mistress Lorece But it cost too much a conscience I wood a writ five times as much for halfe I gave for it But t' is the fashion among great ones so they have their wills they care not at how dear a rate they buy them This marriage is like Christmas when it comes it brings good cheer with 't we have fat Venison hold belly hold and wine I am sure we shall want none for the Vintner had twenty pounds on me this morning I ha bespoke a merry company of Fidlers O they are boon fellows and there will be old dancing for I mean to sweat my doublet quite through ere I leave Enter Lorece and Vandona Madam her'e 's the License your Worships sent me for the Parson and this will make all sure Lor. T is well done Iaques for this be thou the Neptune of the Cellar raise a tempest and drown who ever doth go down the staires Like old Silenus behave thy self Van. When we have din'd le ts go to my Lord Polidacres and invite that house Lor. We will my dear Widow Iaq. T will be a merry time I see Exeunt Omnes Scena sexta Enter Polidacre Lucora Antiphila and Nentis Ant. I wonder we have not seen the Ethiopian Lord to day Pol. He 'l not be long absent Lucora thou hast my heart for thy consent Falorus is a worthy Gentleman And one of an approved fashion He doth deserve a Princess my Lucora I know his nature is most noble else I would not move thee for him and although The time is not expir'd will you steal So much from age and be his wife I long To see thee well bestow'd Luc. VVhat ere you please t'command I will perform Enter Falorus Pol. Here is Falorus welcome my Lord I shall Shortly say my son my daughter I have won And when I please unto you she will give Away herself Fal. You are most noble But can you fairest Lady look so low As is Falorus can there be such a vertue Of rare humility within you that You thus confer affection upon me Luc. My Lord my father desires to make me yours And I have learnt so much obedience As willingly to do what he commands Fal. I wish I could most excellent Lucora Thanke you in all the languages are worth Your dear attention you have made me so Exceeding happy I envy not his wealth That ownes the inhaustible mines of fam'd Peru. Luco I thank you for this love and have a hope Requite you Sir Fal. My joy hath dul'd my senses Enter Lorece Vandona and Jaques Lor. Now brother have I not ended happily Vandona is my own We onely want The ceremony Eclesiastical My Lord I am your servant Fal. I have a Mistris got the richest beauty Great Brittain ever was renowned for Lor. Much very much y faith have you won her For whom hopeful Carionil did dye Fal. I won her not Lorece her fathers desire Meeting with her consent have made her mine Van. Sister you have been a stranger to me I pray you be not so Nen. You shall see me oftner Lor. Thou maist be Mercury and I will glory Thou art my brother Van. Madam I 'm very glad to meet you here Ant. And I as joyful of your company Enter Carionil Cleanthe and Phygionis Lor. Wonders Carionil's alive again and here Pol. For some strange end he did give forth his death But what yong beauteous Ladie 's that Luc. It is a face worthy of admiration Pol. Rise Lady kneel not unto me She kneels Cle. Then I were most unfit to be your Child Pol. How my daughter that was lost Clea. Yes my Lord and beg your blessing Pol. May the good heavens make of thee my daughter If you be she an old and happy woman Luc. I am a Sister to you Spare some time For me to shew how much I do rejoyce At this unlook'd for good none of your kin Fair Sister are more glad then I to see you Whom we had never hope to see I am Most proud to be alli'd unto So excellent a creature as you are Clea. I am most joyful of your love Ant. We are most glad to see you safe Van. As if you were our Sister Clea. My thanks sweet Ladies Pol. Dearest Cleanthe confirm thy father in His joy relate thy life that out of it I may grow confident thou art my daughter Phy. Lady leave that to me My Lord and if You with her silence can so long dispence I would do that Clean. He is my Nurses Son to whom my Lord I owe all thanks for my escape Pol. Sir when you please you may begin Nen. What not a gentleman I am undone
Remember my Lucora all your promises And suffer not your obstinacy to cloud The happiness of this Evening Falor My excellent Mistris you have rais'd me neer The Zenith of all happiness and will you Now leave me on that mighty precipice To fall into a sad Abyss of misery Clean. My dear sweet Sister give me leave to trouble you With a few words aside I saw the Lord Falorus for your sake Between a great affection and firme friendship In as high a passion as you can imagine A noble and a faithful Lover to you He in his soul adores you I am confident And I 'm obliged by promise to become His Intercessor for your kind affection I do beseech you therefore grace your Sister Though bold being younger to importune you thus T'honor the Lord Falorus with your Love Lucor I dare not my fair sister be so cruel As to deny you in your first request I 'le entertain his flame and be his Bride I will be plain with you had you been silent In a ship bound for Spain I had gone to night With some Ladies of our neer kindred towards Lisbone And so avoided the Courtship of Falorus And all my Fathers continual importunities To make this escape more unexpected and The better to provide me for this journey I had consented when my father pleas'd To marry him but your intreaties have Prevail'd above all my resolutions Falor Dear Madam let me beseech your assistance Rosin My Lord I will desire her and am confident I shall obtain I pray thee my Lucora Submit to the intreaties of thy friends And let not thy refusal of Falorus Beget a sad look on this happy evening Lucor Madam you and my sister shall overcome And though my Lord Falorus you may taxe me For an obstinate disposition you shall find me Throughout my future dayes to made amends And prove a very loving wife unto you Falor Now you have fixed me in a fortunate And glorious life Polid. I thank thee my Lucora Iaq. Every body has his Sweetheart but I one or other take pity on me and let me not be a Cypher and stand here for nothing I see the fault is in my years otherwise Serving-men are not so slighted by Ladies To the Spectator Ladies Polid. Let us withdraw you all Shall suppe with me to night and we 'l design The happy day that shall each couple joyn Cario You that have Mistrisses do not despair To get them be they nere so proud and fair One way or other you have seen it done The Obstinatest Lady may be wone Exeunt omnes FINIS The EPILOGUE Lucora THe obstinate Lady yet is obstinate And careless either of your love or hate She dares continue so Nor will I beg Some friend within to come with his low leg And 's hat in 's hand to woe your praise It is So poor that I had rather hear you hiss Our Poet bad 's be bold For 's Play was good And that t' would take if it was understood And so we are For what 's our fate we must And will endure be 't lawful or unjust Unto your justice we appeal which lies Within your hands Do what you please and rise Cleanth O sister This is likely to spoil all Gentle Spectators also give me leave Ladies and Gentlemen if we have said Ought that hath pleas'd your ears or pastime made Our time we have spent well but if that we Have tedious been and you did sit and see With we ariness our Poet will repent That you this Comedy we did present Y 'ave paid the Actors wel we thank you know it And wish that you would gratifie our Poet He wants no money as the case now stands Yet â—rayes you to be liberal of your hands FINIS Trappolin creduto Principe OR TRAPPOLIN Suppos'd a Prince An Italian TRAGE-COMEDY The scene part of Italy Written by Sir ASTON COKAIN LONDON Printed by WILLIAM GODBID 1658. The Actors names Lavinio The great Duke of Tuskany â—forza The Duke of Milain Horatio Son of the Duke of Savoy Barbarine Machavil Two noble Florentines Mattemores A Spanish Captain Trappolin Suppos'd a Prince Mago A Conjurer Pucannello A Jaylour Bulflesh A Butcher Calfshead A Puritan Barne A Farmer Tiler A poor workman Whip A Coachman A Notary A Guard Officers Attendants Eo Meo and Areo. Divels Hymen Luna Mars Mercury Iupiter Venus Saturn Sol Maskers Isabella Wife to Lavinio Hortentia Wife to Sforza Prudentia Horatio's Mistress Hipolita The Captains Mistress Flametta Trappolines sweetheart Mrs. Fine A Plaintiff The PROLOGUE GAllants be 't known as yet we cannot say To whom you are beholding for this plaâ— But this our Poet hath licens'd us to tell Ingenious Italy hath lik'd it well Yet is it no translation for he nere But twice in Venice did it ever hear There it did take and he doth hope if you Have your old humors it will please here too He swears he hath not spoil'd it and protest We think it good though he doth none ot'h best You often have heard worse it 'h house before And had we made the Prologue wee 'd say more That labour he hath sav'd us cause he wood No partial friend should crie it up for good An excellent new Comedy as you say When you have seen 't he so will judge his plaâ— He is not peremptory like to some Who think that all is best from them doth come Ladies and Gentlemen you that do know To censure rightly as you think so do Our Poet scornes to beg your hands yet saith That at the end if he the favour hath This shall not be his last that he 'l endeavouâ— To gratifie you shortly with another How ere it takes he for your presence sends His thankes by me and hopes we shall parâ— friends Trappolin suppos'd a Prince Actus primus scena prima Enter Trappolin solus MY wench Flametta is a dear rogue the pretty fool dotes on me my Lord Barbarin can do nothing with her his pistols and jewels she cares not for And t is a handsome thing no Pomatum ere toucht her lips or painted her cheeks yet are they cherries and roses I am most happy to be what I am and to have the love of such a one as she Enter Flametta Flam. Good morrow Trappolin how does my Love Trap. First let us kiss and after I will tell For ever thine Flametta Flam. O thanks my dear Enter Barbarino Bar. The villain Trappolin has a handsome wench and which angers me an honest one I have spent many weeks about her but could never do any good she will not neither for love or money and see where they are a talking together Trap. Yonder is my Lord Barbarino My dear Flametta I am your Honours servant this free promise of thine I can never enough thanke thee for at your Lordships command How happily shall we live together in marriage both loving so well and truly Your Honours humble slave Let us kiss
Captain Mat. Thou coward many hundreds Trap. The Gods send them more wit that 's eene all that I can say but I pray you Sir Captain now I think ont'â— perswade my Father and mother sisters and uncles and aunts and all the kin I have to turn souldiers that they may be kil'd quickly and I be their heir I swear Captain you should lose nothing by 't I would give you a good present for 't Mat. Base coward Trap. Good Captain what is the meaning of coward I have often heard that word and would fain know the true meaning of it Mat. A coward is a fellow base as thou One that doth spend his precious time in sloth Cares not what alterations kingdomes have So he at home may welter in his pleasures A fellow that had rather sit all day Drinking tobacco and carousing cups Then die his sword in blood of enemies Trap. VVhy then Captain in faith I am a very coward t is better by half then a souldier I know there is far more pleasure in a glass of good wine and a pipe of true Varines then in bullets whizzing about ones ears and pikes or halberts or what you will abeating out ones teeth Mat. Thou dunghil wretch Trap. Seignior Captain be not angry for I vow I mean earnest I should never digest the souldiery life nor am I sure wood Flametta and the Gods help them that do Matte Thou earthen-minded slave t is pity thou shouldest eat or drink that hast no better thoughts Trap. Not as long as I pay for 't what the Devil have I to do with your souldery Sir Captain give me leave to be of my own mind and a Coward for i 'me sure no wise man but wood say as I do let those follow your wars that are aweary of their lives Matte Thou art as dunghil a minded Rascal as ere I heard in my life I would not for any thing thou wast a Spaniard thou wouldst be a slander to the whole Nation And Villain I tell thee if thou wert one I would kill thee Mattemores would do it and so I leave it Exit Trap. Farewel my Sir Don go hang your self what have I to do with your wars tro for nothing would I venter to fight but Flametta and for her I durst not exceed about it fifty Cuffs or about with a little pair of Cudgels at the most I should never endure to shoot off a Gun not I the very noise of it would make me endanger my Breeches Enter Horatio Brunetto honest Brunetto how dost do be merry man this time will have an end man and till it come be as jovial as thou canst thou wouldst ene a bleâ—â— thy self to a seen how I vext the patience of my Lord Barbarin Horat. You have not sure Trap. Marry but I have and to the purpose too Horat. Then you are undone Trappolin Trap. Why man Horat. The Duke has left him and the Lord Machavil governours till his return Trap. The Devil he has Horat. T is very true Trap. Troth then I am but little better I fear Enter Officers 1. That 's he 2. Lay hold on him Trap. Brunetto I am undâ—n thy Trappolin must to the Jayle pray you my small friends give me leave to speake but one word Remember me to my sugar-candy Flametta 3. Away with him 4. To prison with the saucy Rogue Exeunt Horat. I came to Mantoa to ayde the Duke My Uncle gainst his foes the Florentines Where hearing every man to praise the beauty Of sweet Prudentia the report did win me Being taken in the wars I was not sad Because I was to go where she did live But seeing so many Princes all desirous To marry her I knew the great Duke never Would bestow her on Savoyes second Son And therefore yet I have concealed my self Nor doth she know I am Horatio For want of opportunity I yet Could nere so much as sigh within her hearing Enter Prudentia and Hipolita Hipo. The Lady Isabella by her picture May be supposed to be a matchless fair one Each feature of her face is wondrous good And her fine head of hair 's a curious colour Prud. In her we shall be happy all for she The world reports hath equal to her forme A noble and a vertuous mind Whos 's that Hipo. He is your brothers prisoner called Brunetto That in the wars of Mantoa was took Prud. T is a handsome man Hipo. And thought by all the Court a Gentleman Of good descent but he hath not disclosed His parentage to any Prude Why doth he not Hipol That no man knows yet besides himself Prud. How melancholy he doth seem Hipo. He hath good cause for it Madam Who can be merry in Captivity Pruden T is true A Gentleman of good descent suppos'd I never saw a man of braver Carriage Nor one that pleas'd me better then he doth Aha! Hipo. Why sigh you Madam Prud. To think of fortune perhaps this prisoner Is of a house as good as the Medices Hath lived before the wars of Mantua In all the happiness you could desire And now we see him thus Hipol Methinks I hear him sigh Prud. And so do I. Hipo. He 's gone Exit Horatio Prud. But with how sad a gate Methinks I am not as I was before Hipolita Hip. Madam Prud. Preethee go tune my Lute I have a mind To sing a little I shall forget to play If I so seldome use it Hip. I go Madam Exit Hipolita Prud. I have sent her hence that I might search my heart For sure it is not as it lately was It is so full of thoughts I cannot find The free access into it I had wont What should the reason be what have I don To breed this alteration nothing I Ere I came here I felt my self as free From this strange what it is I cannot tell The place is not bewitched sure nor have I seen ought but this hapless prisoner ' Alas poor Gentleman for in his looks And in his carriage I can guess him such How little to the fates art thou beholding To let thee live a prisoner thus how now What i' st I say talk of Brunetto Oh I am in Love the Gods will have it so Exit Scena tertia Enter Barbarino Machavil Mattemores and Officers leading Trappolin after them Barb. This man Lord Machavil is one of those That doth in Florence nourish vice he is A pander one that if he sees a stranger Straight makes acquaintance with him for what end Your self may guess so he may gain thereby He would betray our daughters lead our sons To Brothels vicious and full of rottenness Trap. I wonder how the Divel he came to know any thing that I did Barb. This writing yesternight was presented to me Here you may see what enormities he is guilty of Trap. His Lordship would shew himself a great hater of bawdery Mach. T is good we did examine him Mat. And there is not such a coward in Tuscany He 's
them all would not have blest his fates For the fruition of so rich a Beauty As is the matchless Lady Isabella Isab Sir of your own you may say what you please But I am sure you over-praise me much La. Dearest of all the world thou dost deserve Princes and Poets both to speak thy worth Bless'd be the powers divine that me of all Mankind did chuse to make most fortunate In giving me the glory of the earth Sfor. Sit down most noble brother from your Bride We will not part you sister this place is yours So let them now begin Enter Hymen Luna Mars Mercury Jupiter Venus Saturn Sol after Musick Hym. Hither we are descended from above To gratulate your nobly grounded love That you most worthy happy paire should know The Gods themselves are pleas'd with what you do Me you have honoured and to honour you I have brought the Deities along which do Command and rule the dayes that they may bless You all the year with plenteous happiness May Tuscanes Cities boast of Milains Spouse And future Ages when they would compose One grac'd with all the vertues her express To be a Lady like this Milaness And may the most ingenious Florentines Your Citizens Great Duke busie their minds In writing and in singing Marriage-songs Delectable Epithalamiums While you do live love ever and may you Continually your generous heats renew Thus Hymen wishes and it will go hard If what a god says gods do not regard Thus I could spend the night but that would prove A wrong unto my Rites and to your love Here they dance and Hymen leads it Luna Cinthia I am that with my borrowed light Out-shine the Stars and do command the night Many a time when else I vail'd would ride I will appear to see you with your Bride Lamps nor wax lights you shall not need for I Instead of them will ever more be by And may you in this life you have begun Equal in love me and Endymion Mars Though my aspect be fierce and wars presage To you they shall be such as Lovers wage Sweet kisses soft embraces and such things As amorous Queens enjoy and amorous Kings You therefore without pity both may fight Battailes not full of danger but delight And may they last until I part you two Which I do promise I will never do Mer. Hermes I am Maja's wing'd Son and shine Among the Planets in a Globe of mine And though 't is true I favour thefts and sleights Yet will do none t' diminish your delights Love therefore laugh and kiss embrace and be Secure nothing can hurt you without me And if I ever do may I forgo My Sphere and live among the fiends below Iupit. Of all the Gods and Goddesses I am The most supreme and bear the chiefest name For Love what is it that I have not done To bring my wishes to conclusion I for my self have done no more then I Will do for you to make you live in joy Therefore most happy pair of Lovers fear Nothing since Iove himself doth hold you dear Live merrily and let this be your mover That Iupiter himself was once a Lover Venus A Song Since in my Orbe I shined fair And Lovers did befriend The morning and the evening Star I never could commend Heaven blessed paire none like to you Whom time shall never make untrue May Hesperus and Vesper lose Their lights fair Venus fall If all her power she doth not use To prosper you withal May other Dieties grant you life I 'le make you loving man and wife Sat. Though I am old and rigid in aspect And cold and youthful sports do not affect And though my influences many ways Adverse to others be and cross their days For you heaven-loved pair my self I 'le force And run a milder and a gentler course His ancient custome Saturne will forget Rise for your pleasures for your pleasures set Doubt me not therefore for my vow is strong That for your sakes again I wish me young Sol. Phoebus I am the glorious guide of day That all the Planets lighten with my ray I am the brightsome lightsome Charioter That heaven and earth adorn within my Sphere And know what 't is to be in love since I Followed my Daphne who from me did flie May I lose all my glory all my Beams Fall like my Phaeton in t ' Ocean streams If all my faculties I do not try To make you live in joy and love in joy In Summer time when you in t ' Arbors go I will not shine to trouble you below Will onely peep to see you kiss and smile To make me think this I have done ere while In Winter season when the Frost doth stay And hinder Rivers to go on their way When flakes of Snow do cover earths green face I for your sakes will thaw off both apace In pleasures evermore you shall accord Apollo cannot falsifie his word Here they dance another dance which Hymen leads Hym. The gracious Planets which command the days By powerful influences you have heard To bless you both according to their ways Vowing to be your keepers and your guard Them for your sakes with me I brought along That they might prosper you as well as I Because this marriage knot I 'de tye so strong That it there nothing ever should untie You whom the heavens will prosper all your life You whom on earth ther 's nothing can offend Most happy pair most happy man and wife Your lives in love wear out and in love end Nor shall a Poet hired for his gain Vpon your Tomb a feigned verse engrave Mens tongues and tears shall make you both remain Above the power of an Epitaph But may you live till you aweary be Not of your selves but of these earthly sports And the eternal joys above would see Which ever are in joves immortal Courts Thus unto you do gods their wishes give And unto them may you according live Exeunt Maskers Sfor. I think Hortentia now the Mask is done Our brother gladly would go to his rest Hort. And it is time most noble brother when You please we will attend you to your Chamber And sister we will see you laid in bed Methinks it is a very pretty thing To see a Virgin blush look pale and blush Isa 'T is sport to others to the Maid 't is none La. Most excellent Princess when you please let 's go For now each minute is as tedious to me As years have been so much I do desire The chast embraces of my matchless Spouse Sfor. And worthy friend let us entreat your stay As long in Milain as is possible You cannot be in Florence more beloved Nor by the better nor the meaner sort La. What I can do you know you may command Unto my utmost power Hort. Lights Lavi My fairest dearest love your hand this part Of happiness makes me suppose the rest Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Mattemores Matt. Those lazy
times that do degenerate minds And breed new thoughts in most Heroick hearts By noble spirits are to be abhor'd And lothed as the ruine of their souls Whilst I did follow the Triumphant War Through fire and blood I was a happy man I thought no pleasure was a parallel To the loud cry of mortal wounded foes But now I am transformed from my self Hipolita hath charm'd me with a look May I but hear her speak how I rejoyce M ay I but hear her sing I think me blest O how my heart 's ashamed of my tongue W hich never until now effeminate thoughts C ould win upon O would to heaven this Lady W ere but a man and circled round with death That I might kill her and release my self Or were she like the Warlike Amazon VVith whom renowned Theseus did contend That with my honour I might challenge her For an enchanter and a witch How fondly And foolishly I rave strongest resolutions A womans powerful beauty doth destroy He that can conjure men unpeople towns Cover the sea with Fleets drink rivers dry VVith armed squadrons he conducts to fight VVhom potent monarchs fear and Emperors wish To make their friend a Ladies smile or eye Subdues above resistance and makes die Enter Horatio and Prudentia Hora. Most dearest worthiest Princess I am blest Above the proudest of my former wishes Your love to me was like a thing desired But far from expectation as men Forlorn and wretched being content to die And sure to suffer wish to live although They fully do despair of life of late Even so was it with me I lov'd you Above my lives expression but did ever Despair the blessedness of such an honour Prud. My dear Horatio I cannot speak So well as you but I can love as truly Mat. A strange discovery I will retire More close and hear the rest Pru. And 〈…〉 Sir Because I know my brother the Great Duke Will not at all or scarce allow this match I will with you whensoever you command Leave Florence and what fortune it shall please The Gods to send us bear with cheerfulness Hora. Excellent merciful Prudentia I must pray Heaven make you a full requital For I shall ever be unable Prud. I cannot stay longer with you now at our next meating I 'le cloy you with my company A kiss Farewel my hearts best pleasure Exit Prudentia Hora. Let others travel Italy all over To talk of such a City such a place Go to magnificent and holy Rome Once the sole Empress of the conquered world To Veniceâ—iâ—h â—iâ—h commanding politick Unto sweet Naples plenteous in Nobility Unto great Milain unto sat Bologna Civil Ferrara Arriostoes town Strong-walled Padua which Antenor built The Trojan Prince and Titus Livius fames For his nativity and sepulchre To subtile Burgamo most highly honoured For neer relation to Tarquato Tasso To proud and â—â—aâ—ely Genua renown'd By her seafaring citizen Colâ—mbo Worthy Varona old Catulius city Bloody Peruggin warlike Bessia Glorious Manâ—ua Virgilius Maro's birth-place Good Rimini iron Pistoya Fine languag'd Siena and industrious Luca Odd-humor'd Forly honest old Ravenna Ill-aired Simegallia Capua Effeminate and amorous wherein The Carthaginian Captains Souldiers were Spoil'd and debauch'd with pleasures Pisa hanging Pesaro a garden of best fruits Ancona Prays'd for the Port Loyal and true Urbino Round Ascoli long Recanati built Upon a steep hills slage Foligno full Of sugry streets among the Apâ—nnine Faro for handsome women most extold And Modena happiest of them all From beauteous comely Florence when I part Without Prudentia thunder strike my heart Exit Mat. A gallant resolution for the man I cannot blame him but the Princess she To look so low and dote upon a sâ—ive Seems very strange and full of wonder to me Had Dolphian Oracles ever ador'd For uttering truth spoke this I should have doubted She whom we thought Saintâ—â— pattern for Nunnes Thus to forget her self it doth amaze me O women I could rage against the sex And lov'd I not Hipoliâ—a I woâ—ld She cannot hear me and I needs must speak A word or two they are all false and fickle all The poyson of mens happiness within Though they are fair without most full of sin Enter Barbarino and Machavil Barb. Good morrow Captain Mattemores Mac. How do you Captain Mat. Your Honours humble slave I am well but sad And so had all the Court good cause to be Did they but know so much as I. Bar. Why Captain What 's the matter Mat. I 'le not be silent for her Honours sake Prudentia the Princess is in Love With whom do you suppoâ—e my Lords Mac. I think with none for we all know she yet Hath slighted Modena's and Parma's Duke And seem'd careless of mankind Mat. Alas She were most happy were it one of them It is Brunetto she 's in love withall Barb. How Mac. Impossible Mat. It is a thing most true my eies and eares Have seen and heard it while I stood unseen Mac. You amaze us Barb. It is a thing I never should have thought Though spent my life in fond imaginations Mat. As I have seen an amorons cloud receive A stately hil into her lovely breast And of his lofty head our eyes bereave And seem to lull his sences unto rest So did the scorneful Lady daign to leave All her majestick state and sore opprest With inward flames her eager armes she cast About his neck kist and embrac't him fast Bar. Wonders Mac. How the Great Duke will rage Mat. And do you not my Lords in time prevent them They 'l steal away I fear for so she vow'd When he but said the word she wood Mac. By his imprisonment we 'l hinder that Enter Horatio Barb. Here is the man we spake of Mac. For the Princes honour let us keep it close As possible we can You of the guard Enter the guard Barb. Seise on Brunetto carry him to prison Bid Puchannello keep him safe T is our pleasures Hora. What violence is this O had I been suffered to wear a sword some of you should pay dearly for it Mac. Away with him Exeunt the guard with Horatio Mat My Lords you have done wisely to prevent So great a dishonour as might have ensu'd Tainted the family of the Medices And been a lasting sorrow to the Duke Enter Trappolin Barb. His Highness is returned Mach. Great Sir upon our knees we welcome you You come unlookt for we did not expect This happy time so soon by fourteen dayes Where is our Dutchess Trap. Your Dutchess will not come till the Gods know when for I do not I have gin her leave to stay as long as she will but besworne I fear you have governed but sâ—â—rvily in my absence I hear that you have banisht an honest poor man cal'd Trappolin is it true Mach. So please your Highness he deserv'd no less Trap. Why what hurt had he done had he knockt any body o th the head What was his fault Bar.