it shame to condiscend For Night is stil'd the Lovers Friend But Muse thou art too loud I fear The Night loves silence Muse forbear I SOSPIRI Sighs SIghs light warm Spirits in which Air And Fire possesse an equall share The Souls soft Breath Loves gentle Gales Which from Griefs Golfe when all else failes Can by a speedy Course and short Conduct the Heart to it's sweet Port Ye flattering Zephyrs by whose Pow'r Rais'd on the Wings of thought each How'r From the Abysse of Miseries To her Lov'd Heav'n the freed Soul flies True lively sparks of that close Fire Which Hearts conceal and Eyes inspire Chast Lamps that burn at Beauties shrine Whose purer Flames let none confine Nature a warmth unto my Heart Does not so kind as yours impart And if by Breath preserv'd alive By your Breath only I survive Loves faithfull Witnesses the Brief But true Expresses of our Grief Embassadors of mute Desires Dumb Rhetorick which our Thoughts attires Grief when it overloads the Brest Is in no other language drest For you the suffering Lovers Flame Sweet tounglesse Orators proclame A numerous Descant upon Sorrow Which sweetnes doth from sadnes borrow VVhen Love two differing Hearts accords And Joy in well-tun'd Grief affords The Musick of whose sweet Concent In a harmonious Languishment Does softly fall and gently rise 'Till in a broken Cloze it dies Nature and all that call her Mother In Sighs discourse to one another Theirs Nightingals and Doves in Tones Different expresse this sings that grones The Thrush his whistles to his Hen The Sparrow chirps out his agen Snakes breath their amorous sighs in Hisses This Dialect no Creature misses The Virgin Lilly bashfull Rose In Odours their soft sighs disclose Theirs sportive VVinds in whispers reâ—th Earth hers in Vapours doth bequeath To her caelestiall Lover He Touch't with an equall Sympathie To fann the Flame with which she burns In gentle Gales his sighs returns Yee glowing Sparks of a chast Fire Now to those radiant Lights aspire The fairer Nests of my fair Love And the bright Spheres where you should move The Surprise THere 's no dallying with Love Though he be a Child and blind Then let none the danger prove VVho would to himself be kind Smile he does when thou do'st play But his smiles to death betray Lately with the Boy I sported Love I did not yet Love feign'd Had not Mistress yet I courted Sigh I did yet was not pain'd Till at last this Love in Jeast ' Prov'd in Earnest my Unâ—est VVhen I saw my fair One first In a feigned fire I burn'd But true flames my poor Heart pierc't VVhen her Eyes on mine she turn'd So a reall VVound I took For my counterfeited Look Slighted Love his skill to show Strook me with a Mortall Dart Then I learnt that 'gainst his Bow Vain are the weak Helps of Art And thus captiv'd found that true Doth dissembled Love pursue 'Cause his Fetters I disclam'd Now the Tyrant faster bound Me VVith more scorching Brands inflam'd 'Cause in Love so cold he found me And my sighs more scalding made 'Cause with VVinds before they playd None who loves not then make shew Love 's as ill deceiv'd as Fate Fly the Boy hee 'l cogg and wooe Mock him and he wounds thee strait Ah! who dally boast in vain False Love wants not reall Pain Chloris Eyes and Breasts Chloris on thine Eyes I gaz'd When amaz'd At their brightnes On thy Breasts I cast my Look No lesse took With their whitenes Both I justly did admire These all Snow and those all Fire Whilst these Wonders I survay'd Thus I said In suspence Nature could have done no lesse To expresse Her Providence Than that two such fair Worlds might Have two Suns to give them Light Love's Arithmetick BY a gentle River laid Thirsis to his Phillis said Equall to these sandy Grains Is the Number of my Pains And the Drops within their Bounds Speak the sum of all my Wounds Phillis whom like Passion burns Thirsis Answer thus returns Many as the Earth hath leaves Are the Griefs my heart receives And the Stars which Heaven inspires Reckon my consuming Fires Then the Shepheard in the Pride Of his happy Love reply'd With the Choristers of Air Shall our numerous Joyes compare And our mutuall Pleasures vy With the Cupids in thine Eye Thus the willing Shepheardesse Did her ready Love expresse In Delights our Pains shall cease And our War be cur'd by Peace We will count our Griefs with Blisses Thousand Torments Thousand Kisses Caelia weeping A Dialogue Lover SAy gentle God of Love in Caelia's Brest Can Joy and Grief together rest Love No for those differing Passions are Nor in one Heart at once can share Lover Why grieves hers then at once and joyes Whilst it anothers Heart destroyes Love Mistaken Man that Grief she showes Is but what martyr'd Hearts disclose Which in her Breast tormented lye And Life can neither hope nor dy Lover And yet a showre of Pearly Rain Does her soft Cheeks fair Roses stain Love Alas those Tears you hers surmise Are the sad Tribute of poor Lovers Eyes Chorus Lover Love What reall then in VVomen can be known When nor their Joys nor Sorrows are their own The Vow BY my Life I vow That my Life art Thou By my Heart and by my Eyes But thy Faith denies To my juster Oath t' encline For thou say'st I swear by thine By this Sigh I swear By this falling Tear By the undeserved Pains My griev'd Soul sustains Now thou may'st beleeve my Moan These are too too much my own Ice Fire NAked Love did to thine Eye Chloris once to warm him fly But it's subtle Flame and Light Scorch'd his Wings and spoyl'd his sight Forc'd from thence he went to rest In the soft Couch of thy Brest But there met a Frost so great As his Torch extinguish'd strait When poor Cupid thus constrain'd His cold Bed to leave complain'd ' Lass what lodging 's here for Me If all Ice and Fire She be Novo Inamoramento ANd yet anew entangled see Him who escap'd the snare so late A Truce no League thou mad'st with Me False Love which now is out of date Fool to beleeve the Fire quite out alas VVhich only laid asleep in Embers was The Sickness not at first past cure By this Relapse despiseth Art Now treacherous Boy thou hast me sure Playing the VVanton with my Heart As foolish Children that a Bird have got Slacken the Thread but not unty the knot Caelia's Eyes A Dialogue Lover LOve tell me may we Caelia's Eyes esteem Or Eyes or Stars for Stars they seem Love Fond stupid Man know Stars they are Nor can Heaven boast more bright or fair Lover Are they or erring Lights or fixed say Love Fix'd yet lead many a Heart a stray The Resemblance MArble coy Caelia 'gainst my Pray'rs thou art And at thy Frown to Marble I convert Love thought it fit and Nature thus To manifest
their severall Powers in us Love made me Marble Nature thee To express Constancy and Cruelty Now both of us shall Monuments remain I of firm Faith thou of Disdain Love once Love ever SHall I hopeless then pursue A fair shadow that still flies me Shall I still adore and wooe A proud Heart that does despise me I a constant Love may so But alas a fruitless shew Shall I by the erring Light Of two crosser Stars still sail That do shine but shine in spight Not to guide but make me fail I a wandring Course may steer But the Harbour ne'r come near Whilst these Thoughts my Soul possess Reason Passion would o'rsway Bidding me my Flames suppress Or divert some other way But what Reason would pursue That my Heart runs counter to So a Pilot bent to make Search for some unfound out Land Does with him the Magnet take Sailing to the unknown Strand But that steer which way he will To the loved North points still The Pendants THose Aspes of Gold with Gems that shine And in Enammel'd Curles do twine Why Chloris in each Ear Dost thou for Pendants wear I now the hidden meaning guess Those Mystick signs express The stings thine Eyes do dart Killing as Snakes into my Heart And shew that to my Prayers Thine Ears are deaf as theirs The sweet Meat Thou gav'st me late to eat A sweet without but within bitter Meat As if thou would'st have said Here taste in this What Caelia is But if there ought to be A likeness deerest 'twixt thy gift and thee VVhy first what 's sweet in thee should I not taste The bitter last Violets in Thaumantia's Bosome TVVice happy Violets that first had Birth In the warm Spring when no frosts nip the Earth Thrice happy now since you transplanted are Unto the sweeter Bosome of my Fair And yet poor Flowers I pitty your hard Fate You have but chang'd not better'd your Estate What boots it you t' have scap'd cold Winters breath To find like me by Flames a sudden death The Dream FAir shadow faithless as my Sun Of peace she robs my Mind And to my Sense which rest doth shun Thou art no less unkind She my Address disdainfull â—lies And thou like her art fleet The reall Beauty she denies And thoâ— the Counterfeit To cross my innocent desires And make my Griefs extreme A Cruell Mistris thus conspires With a delusive Dream An old Shepheard to a young Nymph SCorn me not Fair because you see My Hairs are white what if they be Think not 'cause in your Cheeks appear Fresh springs of Roses all the year And mine like Winter wan and old My Love like Winter should be cold See in the Garland which you wear How the sweet blushing Roses there With pale-hu'd Lillies do combine Be taught by them so let us joyn Beauty encreased by Pity 'T Is true thy Beauty which before Did dazle each bold gazers Eye And forc'd even Rebell-Hearts t' adore Or from its conquering splendour fly Now shines with new encrease of Light Like Cynthia at her full more bright Yet though thou glory in th' Increase Of so much Beauty deerest Fair They err who think this great Access Of which all Eyes th' Admirers are Or Art or Nature's gift should be Learn then the hidden Cause from Me Pitty in thee in me desire First bred before I durst but aime At fair Respect now that close fire Thy Love hath fann'd into a flame Which mounting to its proper Place Shines like a Glory 'bout thy Face Weeping and Kissing A Kiss I begg'd but smiling Shee Deny'd it Me When strait her Cheeks with tears o'rflown Now kinder grown What smiling shee 'd not let me have She weeping gave Then you whom scornfull Beauties aw Hope yet Relief For Love who Tears from Smiles can draw Pleasure from Grief The Dilemma AS poor Strephon whom hard Fate Slave to Chloris Eyes decreed By his cruell fair one sate Whilst his fat Flocks graz'd along To the Musick of his Reed This was the sad Shepheards Song From those tempting Lips if I May not steal a Kiss my Dear I shall longing pine and dye And a Kiss if I obtain My Heartfears thine Eyes so near By their lightning 't will be slain Thus I know not what to try This I know yet that I dye Change defended LEave Chloris leave prethee no more With want of Love or Lightness charge Me 'Cause thy Looks captiv'd me before May not anothers now enlarge me He whose misguided Zeal hath long Pay'd Homage to some Stars pale light Better enform'd may without wrong Leave that t' adore the Queen of Night Then if my Heart which long serv'd thee Will to Carâ—ntha now encline Why term'd inconstant should it be For bowing 'fore a richer shrine Censure that Lover's such whose will Inferiour Objects can entice VVho changes for the better still Makes that a Vertue you call Vice The Microcosme MAn of himself 's a little VVorld but join'd VVith VVoman VVoman for that end design'd Hear cruell fair One whilst I this rehearse He makes up then a compleat Universe Man like this sublunary VVorld is born The sport of two cross Planets Love and Scorn VVoman the other VVorld resembles well In whose Looks Heav'n is in whose Breast is Hell The Defeat GAinst Celinda's Marble Brest All his Arrows having spent And in vain each Arrow sent Impotent unarmed Love In a shady Myrtle Grove Layd him down to rest ' Soon as layd asleep he fell And a Snake in as he slept To his empty Quiver crept VVhen fair Chloris whose soft Heart Love had wounded and its smart Lovers best can tell This Advantage having spy'd Of his Quiver and his Bow Thought to rob her sleeping Foe Softly going then about To have seiz'd upon them out Strait the Snake did glide With whose Hisses frighted she Nimbly starting back again Thus did to her self complain Never cruell Archer never Full or empty does thy Quiver Want a sting for Me Amore secreto Content thy self fond Heart nor more Let thy close Flames be seen If thou with covert Zeal adore Thy Saint enshrin'd within Thou hast thy Feast as well as they That unto Love keep open Holy-day In his Religion all are free To serve him as they may In publick some and some there be Their vows in private pay Love that does to all Humours bend Admits of severall Waies unto one End Yet wilt thou not repining cease Still dost thou murmurs vent â—tubborn Rebellious Zealot peace Nor sign of Discontent So much as in one sigh afford For to the Wife in Love each sighâ—s a Word A Maid in Love with a Youth blind of one Eye THough a Sable Cloud benight One of thy fair Twins of Light Yet the other brighter seems As 't had robb'd its Brother's Beams Or both Lights to one were run Of two Stars now made one Sun Cunning Archer who knows yet But thou wink'st my Heart to hit Cloze the other too and All Thee the
Through which a fragrant Zephyrus transpires That Fans and kindles both Loves flagrant Fires Nor can one tell no grace in either missing VVhich best becomes them speaking smiling kissing Look on his tender Cheek and theâ—e thou l't spy The Rose as in a Throne of Majesty ' Midd'st a white Guard of Lillies proudly grow Or blushing Pinks set in a Bank of Snow His Habit and his Looks did both express A kind of sweet becomming carelesness VVhom all so much more Beautifull esteem By how much he less beautifull would seem VVhil'st thus he manifests in every Part What Art there is in Beauty void of Art One Day by Chance 'twixt him and Cupid grew This aemulous Contest which of them Two Since he in Beauty so surpast the other The God of Love should be he or his Brother When Venus Arbitress of the Debate On a Sublime Tribunal thron'd in State Fixing upon the Lovely youth her Eyes Thus spake My Deer this Doom 'twixt you denies All further strife a Bow Cupid and thou Shalt bear he at his side thou in thy Brow The same your Weapons Love's inflaming Brand Thou in thy Looks shalt bear he in his hand Both too shall shoot at and wound humane Hearts Thou with thine Eyes sweet Boy he with his Darts This lovely Youth with divine graces crown'd As yet three Lustres scarce had seen go round When in his Mind a Resolution grew Of bidding Phrygia and the Cave adue Desire of knowledge and the Love of Fame For Travell his aspiring thoughts inflame How oft he wish'd his Fathers Wings that so He might each clime the Sun enlightens know And view what e'r the Earths vast Bosome holds Or in its watry Arms the Sea infolds The Lyciaâ— Realms he view'd and there survay'd The Hill within whose dark and dreadfull shade The triple-shap'd Chimâ—ra once did dwell That animated Aetna living Hell Which from three sooty Jaws us'd to expire A sulph'ry Deluge and belch Floods of fire To Caria next his Course he bends where he Through that well-peopled Land doth wondring see The numerous Villages like shrubs to rise The Cities towre like Cedars to the Skies Whose fertile Borders with its winding waves Tow'rd the cold North the fam'd Meander laves Which like a Traveller on some strange Coast Having his first Path his Directress lost VVith devious steps now in now out doth wind Flies what he seeks and meets what he declin'd Lost in the Errour of ambiguous waies Its self imprisons in a watry Maze At length he to that fatall Place arriv'd VVhere envious Love his sad Revenge contriv'd So pleasant and delightful was the Place That Heavens great Eye in its Diurnall Race Yet ne'r beheld another like unto 't Of all 'twixt Ganges head and Calpe's foot There to a round which a fair Prospect lends Its flowry surface a large Plain extends A hundred little Brooks its Bosome trace And with their streams of Quicksilver enchace VVhich with sweet vernall Dews supply'd still yeeld Life to the Flowers and Verdure to the Field That may with odorous Jewels thus aray'd A heaven of flowers or â—ield of stars be said And what more Pleasure adds this pleasant Ground Tall Trees as with a leavy wall surround And 'bout it seem like a green work to run As if to sconce it 'gainst the scorching Sun And as sometimes the Airs soft breath we find Crisps the smooth Sea so here a gentle wind VVhose softer wing the Flowers does lightly brush Curles into trembling waves the fields green Plush I' th' midd'st of this fair Plain the tumid Earth As if impregnate with a fruitfull Birth Swels gently up into an easie Hill VVhere crown'd with sweets the spring sits smiling still And as from thence she sheds her balmy showres The ground with grasse enamels that with floweâ—s VVhose pregnant VVomb a Chrystall issue teems VVhich as it glides along with purling streams That settle in a verdant Vale does make Of a small Rivolet an ample Lake In which no Weeds their muddy dwelling have To stain the native cleerness of the Wave But as the Sun pure Christal by its light Transpierces so the penetrating sight May through the Water here the bottom spy Checkerd with Pibbles of a various dye And see how the Mute People of the Floud With Ebon Backs and Silver Bellies scudd The Flowers which on its fertile Borders grow As if in Love with their own Beauties shew Bending their fragrant Tops and slender Stems Narcissus-like to gaze on the clear Streams Where limb'd in Water Colours to the Life They see themselves and raise a pleasing strife In the deluded Sense at the first View To judge which Flowers are Counterfeit which true On the left hand of this transparent Floud Fringing the Plaines green Verge there stands a Wood Where Lovers Myrtles and the Poets Bays Their spreading Tops to Native Arbors raise From whose tall Crowns like a black Vaile the shade Falling the Lakes cleer Bosome does invade So thick the Trees are they exclude Heavens sight And make a leavy Skreen 'gainst the Suns Light Whose close-weav'd Branches a new Heaven present And to the Sight form a green Firmament In which like fixed Stars one might espie Gold-colour'd Apples glitter to the Eye Which though no Motion Circular they run Want not yet that of Trepidation No vulgar birds there make their mean Abodes But winged Heroes Musicks Demy Gods Whose Plumes like Gems with various Colours shine Their Beaks of Orient Hew their Notes Divine Whilest this sweet Place seems a retired Cell Where Love and Flora with the Muses dwell VVithin these dark yet pleasant Coverts bred Close by the Lake a Nymph inhabited A Nymph her Breast more snowy Looks more fair Her Eyes more Diamonds and more Gold her Hair Than ever Nympâ— could boast that hath been seen To haunt the VVoods or press the flowry Green The Chace she lov'd not nor with Hound or Spear VVould charge the Tusked Bore or savage Bear Nor at a Mark or Quarry Bow would bend Nor in a Race with other Nymphs contend To her the Naiades would often say Fair Salmacis fair Cynthia's Laws obey Her sports pursue and in thy hand a Spear Or at thy side a painted Quiver beaâ— But she who other Pleasures had in Chace As the proud Mistris of so proud a Place Disdains to set a Foot beyond the Bounds Of those lov'd shades or tread on meaner grounds There with its liquid streams the neighbouring Lake A Luke-warm Bath for her fair Limbs did make The Neighbouring Lake which oft it self discovers Swell'd by the Tears of her forsaken Lovers In whose unflattering Mirrour every Morn She Counsell takes how best her self t' adorn There she sometimes her looser Curles unwinds Now up again in Golden Fillets binds Which makes which way soever them she wears For amorous hearts a thousand catching Snares A Robe like that of Day now wears she white Now one of Azure starr'd like that of Night Now curious Sandals on
her feet doth slip In Gems and Gold lesse rich than Workmanship Now in a carelesse Dress she goes her Hair Spred 'bout her shoulders and her Ankles bare And gathering Flowers not all alike doth pick But such alone doth in her Bosome stick Whose leaves or Milk or Scarlet does invest To suit in Colour with her Lip and Brest And if a Flower she pull strait from its Root Another rises up to kisse her Foot Thus whether more she take or give none knows Whilst her Hand gathers what her Foot bestows By chance she then was gathering Flowers when she The Son of Venus spi'd and Mercury On whose bright Looks her wanton Eyes she bent With which her longing Thoughts mov'd with Consent VVhil'st both her Sight and Thoughts by seeing bred VVith pleasure on so sweet an Object fed But she sucks in Loves poyson with desire VVhich through her Eyes glides like a stream of fire Into her Brest where with Aetnaean VVaves Firing her Heart the scalding Torrent raves And now she forward goes like a bold Lover Her flames to him that caus'd them to discover But coming neer she saw in 's eyes there plaid A wantonness with Modesty allayd VVhich though the Gazers Heart it set on Fire Quench'd yet the heat of a too bold Desire VVhence though Love spurr'd her on fear held her back And though her heart did fly her pace did slack Yet she observ'd to lighten in his Look I know not what Majestick Grace which strook Her Eye not with more Terrour than Delight And lesse did dazle than it did invite VVhence fir'd with hope yet freezing with despair She nearer fearfully approach'd and there Sent him by the light waftage of the VVind A sigh an Ah Mee Nuncios of her Mind And now her Passion gaining vent affords Her Tongue the liberty and use of words But lame and broken yet that serve t' imply 'T was this she meant Be kind or else I dye Sweet Stranger if a Soul lodge in thy Brest Fair as thy outside hear a Nymphs Request That begs thou'lt take thy Inn up in this shade And Gods their dwellings in the woods have made Here on this Bank may'st thou repose thy Head Or on my Bosome make thy softer Bed The Air here still is sweet still cool if by My sighs inflam'd it be not or thy Eye That Eye which quick as lightning Flames does dart And sooner then I saw it scorch'd my Heart O more than happy wert thou Salmacis If he but dream not of so great a Bliss Should prove so kind to lay thee by his side Not as his Mistris only but his Bride But if that Joy another do possess O let me as her Rivall ne'rtheless Since here is none that may the Theft reveal From thy sweet Lips a kiss in private steal But should some Goddess nourish in thy Brest A nobler fire deny not a request To one that dyes if more I cannot move A kiss for pitty grant if not for Love Or if too much that seem pray let me have What Sisters yet may from their Brothers crave Here ceast to speak and with that forward prest To have joynd Lip to Lip and Brest to Brest But the shy youth coyly repulst her still As cold in Love as deaf unto her will Dying with Blushes of a deeper stain The native Crimson of his Cheeks in Grain For a bold Suter of a cold denier When he the heart cannot the face will fire At last with a coy look thus mov'd he spake Fair Nymph be gon or I the place forsake You but deceive your self to think my Mind Will to such wanton Follies be enclin'd At which with his desires glad to comply Yet loath to lose the pleasure of her Eye She sadly creeps behind a bushy Skreen There closely skulks to see and not be seen And now the Planet worship'd in the East Rid on the Back of the Nemaean Beast And from the inflam'd Meridian that bends Like to a Bow his Beams like Arrows sends When this fair Traveller with heat opprest And the days Toyls here laid him down to rest Where the soft Grass and the thick Trees displaid A flowry Couch and a cool Arbour made About him round the grassy spires in hope To gain a kisse their verdant heads perk'd up The Lilly the fields Candidate there stands A Suter for the favour of his hands And here the blush-dy'd Amaranthus seeks And finds it selfe outrivald in his Cheeks Whil'st the enamoured Trees t' embrace him bend Their shady Crowns and leavy Arms extend Mean time from his fair Front he rains a showre Of shining Pearl-drops whilst his bright Eyes powre On the Nymphs Heart that melts through hot desire T' enjoy what she beholds a Flood of fire This Place at length he leaves rous'd by the Call Of the neer waters sweetly murmuring fall Where on the Bank his Sandals off he slips And in the Christal streams his Ankles dips Whil'st the cleer Lake as his pure feet he laves Feels Love's warm Fires mix with its colder VVaves And now not his fair feet content alone To kisse desires an amorous VVanton grown That she might nearer to her wish aspire Her Bottom deeper or her VVaters higher VVhich to their power to rise when moved seem As if they long'd to bath each curious Limb The Youth with pleasure on the Floud doth gaze And in that watery glasse his Face survaies Admiring with a Look stedfastly set His reall Beauty in his Counterfeit And sure he with himself in Love had fell Had he not heard of fond Narcissus tell VVho from cold streams attracting fatall fire Did to enjoy what he possest expire Then stooping he with hands together clos'd Hollowing their joyned Palmes a cup compos'd Of living Alablaster which when fill'd VVith the sweet Liquor the cleer Spring distill'd He gently lifts it to his head then sips Both bath and Beverage to his Looks and Lips Mean time with ravish'd thoughts the Nymph doth view The sportive Lad and whil'st he drinks drinks too But in a different Manner from the Lake He his her draught she from his Eyes doth take His slacks his Thirst hers more inflames desire He sucks in VVater but she drinks in Fire And now invited by the heat and took VVith the alluring Temper of the Brook Himself disroabing the rich spoyl he throws Away and his pure Limbs all naked shows And like a new Sun with a darkening Cloud Invested casting off the envious shrowd He round about his beautious Light displaies And makes the Earth a Heaven with his bright Raies The Nymph at this freezes at once and burns And fire with Love and Ice with wonder turns At length cries out Ah me what see I here What Deity leaving his heavenly Sphere Is come to sport him in these shades sure by His wounding Look and his inflaming Eye It should be Love but no light Wings appear On his fair shoulders strange he none should wear No those he lent my heart
which from my Brest Its flight hath took and now in his doth rest Ah me thou living Aetna cloath'd in snow Yet breathing flames how lovely dost thou shew Cruell yet cunning Archer that my Heart Thou sure might'st hit t' allure me with the Dart. But now from the green Bank on which he stood Fetching his Rise he leaps into the Floud Whose fall as him the breaking Waters take With a white foame all silvers o'r the Lake Where as he swims and his fair Arms now bends Now their contracted Nerves again extends He the Nymphs Heart that peeps behind an Oake Wounds from that Ivory Bow at every stroak Into another Form he then converts The Motion of his Arms and like to Darts Now this now that through the cleer Waves does shoot His Hand in Motion answer'd by his Foot For as he this Contracts he that extends And when this forward that he backward sends Whilst through the streams his purer Limbs like snow Or Lillies through transparent Chrystall show His flowing Hair floating like that rich Fleece Which the first Ship from Colchos brought to Greece The Nymph at this stands as of sense quite void Or as no Sence but Seeing she enjoy'd At last from her full Brest of its close fire The sparks these broken Accents did expire O why as Arethusa or the Joy Of Galatea cannot I sweet Boy Melt to a floud for thee then my fair Sun Thou might'st to bath thee to my Bosome run More would sh ' have said but her full Passion stopt Her Door of Speech and her Eyes Floodgates op't Struck with Despair so dead she scarce appears To breath or live but by her sighs and tears Yet though her silent Tongue no Words impart Her speaking Thoughts discours'd thus with her heart Fond Salmacis why slag thy hopes thy Mind What fears deject on nor be e'r declin'd But boldly thy fair Enemy assail See! thy desired Prey 's within the Pale And Love perhaps in pitty of thy Pain Offers what was deny'd thee by disdain Be resolute and him whose conquering Eyes Made thee his Captive late now make thy Prize Fear not for pardon justly hope he may Who plunders him that does deny to pay Thus she rekindling her half-quench'd desires Her Cheeks with Blushes heart with boldness fires Then forward moves a little and anon Full speed unto the Lake does madly run But in the mid'st of her Careere repents And stops suspended 'twixt two cross Intents Like to a wavering Ballance on afraid Back loth to go and yet to either sway'd Now she advances then again retreats Her fears now conquers then her hopes defeats Struck with Loves powerfull Thyrsus at the last True Manad-like her lighter Robes off cast She hurries to the Lake then in she skips And in her wanton Arms th' unwilling clips He who Loves Fires ne'r felt in his cold Brest With fear at such a strange surprize possess'd For help began to cry when she at this Ah peace saies and his Mouth stop'd with a kiss Yet strugg'ling he her Wishes did deny And from her shunn'd Embraces strove to fly But whil'st he labours to get loose t' his Brest She faster cleaves and his Lips harder prest So when Joves Bird a Snake hath truss'd his Wings The more that plies the more that 'bout 'em clings And leaves it doubtfull to the Gazers view To tell which more is Pris'ner of the two Fearfull to lose yet her new-gotten prize The Nymph to heaven sighing erects her Eyes And shall my Love saies she triumph in vain Nor other Trophy than a bare kiss gain O Jove if what Fame sings of thee be true If e'r thou did'st a Bulls fierce shape indue And on thy Back from the Phaenician shore Through Seas thy Amorous Theft in Triumph bore Assist my Vows and grant that I may prove As happy in this Conquest of my Love No force let our Embraces e'r disjoyn Brest unto Brest unite our souls entwine Tye heart to heart and let the knitting charmes Sweet kisses be the Fetters our soft Arms Or if thou hast decreed that we must part Let that Divorce divide life from my Heart Jove heard her Prayers and suddenly as strange Made of them both a mutuall Interchange And by an undiscern'd conjunction Two late divided Bodies knit in One Her Body straight a Manly Vigor felt And his did to a Female softness melt Yet thus united they with difference Retain'd their proper Reason Speech and Sence He livâ—d and she appart yet each in either Both one might well be said yet that One neither This Story by a Rivers side as they Sate and discours'd the tedious hours away Amintas to the coy Iole told Then adds O thou more fair in Love more cold Than he Heaven yet may make thee mine in spite That can such Differents Ice and fire unite This with a Sigh the Shepheard spake whilst she With a coy smile mock'd his simplicity But now the setting Sun poasting away Put both an End to their Discourse and Day FINIS The Metamorphosis of LYRIAN and SYLVIA by St Amant Out of French UNder that pleasant Clime where Nature plac'd Those Islands with the name of Happy grac'd There liv'd a young and gentle Shepheard late And had he never lov'd too fortunate His Name was Lyrian she whose looks enthral'd His amorous heart was the fair Sylvia call'd The Natives there mongst whom still lives his Name Nor shall the Waste of time impair it's Fame Report he bare for sweetness of his Song The Prize from all Apollo's learned Throng Yet nor his Voice nor Worth that did exceed And ev'n in Envy Admiration breed Could e'â— move her that o'r his heart did raign To pleasing Joys to turn his amorous pain The Cheerfull fields and Solitary Groves Once loyall Secretaries to his Loves Are still the Witnesses and still shall be Of his chaste thoughts and firm fidelity For they alone were conscious of his Grief They only gave his Wonded Soul Relief When with the Weight of his sad Woes opprest They pittying heard him ease in Plaints his Brest Ye Gods how oft resolv'd he yet declin'd Although he felt his heart with flames calcin'd Before those Eyes h' ador'd so to display His Griefes Such Modesty his Soul did sway And though h' had learn'd and knew to suffer much Yet were his Manners and Discretion such Silence should first in death have quench'd his flame E'r he 'ld have rudely voic'd it unto â—ame Nor had it yet to any had not Stone And stocks discover'd it been ever known Which for on them he us'd his Plaints t' incise By chance presented it to Sylvia's Eyes This seen in her does Scorn and Anger move O heavens is 't possible that such a Love She should despise and him who had profest Himself her Captive as her Foe detest Or that Love's Magick Characters his hand Had grav'd should in her Eye for Cyphers stand Or she should read them yet with so much spight
Ne'r more to see them less to â—aze them quite Ah 't is too true nor 's that sufficient Unless her Tongue to her hard heart consent And 'gainst her faithfull Love with cruell Breath Pronounce the rigid sentence of his Death What said he not his Passion to excuse What flourishes us'd not his willing Muse To prove his Love of which the noble ground Was her Perfections could no Crime be found If neither Reasons self nor Justice ought Those for which Heaven is lov'd as Crimes be thought That the Worlds Soveraign Planet which the Earth And Mortals Fates does govern from their Birth By firm Decrees inrolled in the Skies Had destin'd him a Servant to her Eyes And could his Will be lead another way Yet being forc'd he could not disobey So that his Soul in this her Captiv'd state Did only yeeld to her impulsive Fate Not that said he he murmur'd at his Chains But pleas'd sat down and blest his rigorous Pains Not but his Yoak so willingly he bare That Liberty a greater Bondage were Not but in spight of his malicious fate In crossing all his Joys so obstinate He should unforc'd ev'n to the Grave affect That Beauty which his Love did so neglect Yet these his Reasons so well urg'd so fair With her that will hear none no Reasons are They more incense her yet for fear she might Be softned she betook her self to flight Such were the winning Graces of his Tongue Proving his Love did not her Beauty wrong How oft since that by all fair means he tri'd Whil'st he the Gods with Sacrifices ply'd To bring the humorous Nymph unto his Bent And make her too obdurate Heart relent His Passions Sighs and Tears were ready still As the officious Agents of his Will To work her to a sense of his hard State But ' lass his hopes grew still more desperate Nay ev'n his voice of so divine a strain So moving mov'd in her nought but disdain Six years he liv'd perplex'd in this distress Without the least Apparence of success When he by chance as she a Stag pursu'd Encounter'd her who e'r the Queen hath view'd Of Wood-Nymphs Cynthia a hunting goe After the Bore arm'd with her shafts and Bow May then imagine the diviner Grace The Looks the Habit Stature and the Pace Of beautious Sylvia as she tripping came Into the VVoods pursuing of her Game Soon as poor Lyrian half dead with Love Had spy'd her in that solitary Grove For whom his wounded heart so long had bled He with these words pursues her as she fled Art thou resolv'd then Sylvia 'gainst my Cries Thine Ears to close and 'gainst my Verse thine Eyes That Verse which Fame unto thy Life does give And must I dâ—â— 'cause I have made thee live Eternally Seven years expired be Since I 've been tortur'd by thy Cruelty And dost thou think that little strength supplies My heart for everlasting Torments will suffice Shall I for ever only see thee stray Mongst these wild VVoods more senseless yet than they Alas how weak I 'm grown with Grief I feel My feeble Legs beneath their Burden reel O stay I faint nor longer can pursue Stay and since Sense thou lack'st want Motion too Stay if for nothing else to see me dye At least vouchsafe stern Nymph to tell me why Thou cam'st into this Dark and Gloomy Place VVhere Heaven with all its Eyes can never trace Or find thee out VVas 't thy Intent the Light Of thy fair Stars thus to obscure in Night Or seek'st thou these cool shades the Ice and Snow That 's 'bout thy Heart to keep unmelted so In vain Coy Nymph thou Light and Heat dost shun VVho e'r knew cold or shade attend the Sun Ah Cruell Nymph the Rage dost thou not fear Of those wild Beasts that in these VVoods appear No no thou art secure and mayst out-vy Both them and all the VVorld for Cruelty Oh thou that gloriest in a heart of stone VVilt thou not stay yet seest as if my Moan They pittied each rough Bramble 'bout thy foot Does cling and seems t' arrest thee at my Sute Ye Gods what VVonders do you here disclose The Bramble hath more sweetness than the Rose But whether fly these idle VVords in vain Poore miserable VVretch thou dost complain After so many Ills of which I bear The sadder Marks yet in my heart Now hear Ye Gods at last and by a welcome Death A period put unto my wretcheâ— Breath Ah me I saint my spirits quite decay And yet I cannot move her heart to stay Ye hellish Deeps black Gulpâ—s where Horror lies Open and place your selves before her Eyes Had I Hippomenes bright Fruit which stay'd The swifter speed of the Schenaeian Maid They would not profit me the VVorlds round Ball Could not my cruell Fugitive Recall She is all Rock and I who am all fire Pursue her Night and Day with vain desire O Nature is it not a Prodigie To find a Rock than fire more light to be But I mistake for if a Rock she were Shee 'd answer me again as these do here Thus tyr'd with running and o'rcome with VVoe To see his Mistris should out-strip him so Poor Lyrian yeelds himself as sorrows Prize His Constancy and amorous Fervor dies Bloudy dispair entring his captiv'd Soul Does like a Tyrant all his Powers controul Then in the height of VVoe to his Relief He cals the Gods yet in the mid'st of Grief All fair Respect does still to Sylvia give To shew that ev'n in Death his Love should live He who for Daphne like Regret did prove And the horn'd God who breathless thought his Love The fair-hair'd Syrinx in his Arms he clasp'd And slender Reeds for her lov'd Body grasp'd So far remembring their like amorous Fate His unjust sufferings commiserate That both straight swore in Passion and disdain To punish the proud Author of his Pain Their powerfull Threats alike effect pursues See I that proud Beanty a Trees shape endues Each of her Hairs does sprout into a Bough And she that was a Nymph an Elm is now VVhilst thus transform'd her feet to Roots spred stuck Fast in the ground she was at last o'rtook By panting Lyrian happy yet to see Her he so priz'd within his Power to be Ye Gods then saies he who by this sad Test Have 'fore mine Eyes Natures great Power exprest Grant that to this fair Trunk which Love ne'r knew My heart may yet a Love eternall shew This having said unto the yet warm Bole He clings whilst a new Form invests his Soul VVinding in thousand twines about it whence Hee 's call'd of Love the perfect Symbole since In brief this faithfull Lover now is found An Ivy Stock which creeping from the ground About the loved stem still climbing is As if he sought her Mouth to steal a Kisâ— Each leafe's a heart whose colour does imply His wish obtain'd Loves Perpetuity VVhich still his strict Embraces evidence For all of him
is lost but only sence And that you â—d swear remains and say to see The Elm in his Embraces hugg'd that he VVilling to keep what he had gain'd at last For fear she should escape holds her so fast FINIS Forsaken LYDIA Out of the Italian of Cavalier Marino IN Thunder now the hollow Cannon roar'd To call the farre-fam'd Warriours aboard Who that great feud enkindled 'twixt the French And German with their bloud attempt to quench Now in the open Sea they proudly ride And the soft Chrystall with rude Oares divide Perfidious Armillus at once tore His Heart from Lydia Anchor from the shore â—T was Night and Aged Proteus had driv'n home His numerous Heard fleec't with the Seas white fome The Winds were laid to rest the fishes slept The wearied world a generall silence kept No noise save from the Surges hollow caves Or liquid silver of the justling waves Whilst the bright Lanthorns shot such trembling light As dazled all the twinkling eyes of Night The faire Inamorata who from farre Had spy'd the Ship which her hearts treasure bare Put off from Land and now quite disembay'd Her Cables coiled and her Anchors weigh'd Whilst gentle gales her swelling sailes did court To turn in scorn her Poop upon the Port With frantick speed from the detested Town To the deserted shore comes hurrying down As the Idaean Shepheard stood amaz'd Whilst on the sacred Ravisher he gaz'd Who snatch'd the beauteous Trojan youth away And wafted through the yeelding Clouds his prey Or as that Artist whose bold hand durst shape Wings to his shoulders desperately to scape A loathed servitude through untrac'd skies Creets King pursu'd with fierce yet wondring Eyes The flying Navy Lydâ—a so beheld Her Eyes with Teares her Heart with Passion swell'd In sighs to these she gave continuall vent And those in brinish streames profusely spent But tears and sighs alas bestowes in vain Borne by the sportive Wind to the deaf Main The Main who griefe inexorably mocks As she her self is scorn'd by steady Rocks O what a black Eclipse did straight disguise In Clouds the Sunshine of her lovely Eyes She tore her Cheeks Hair Garments and imprest Marks of his falshood on her guiltlesse breast She cals on her disloyall Lovers Name And sends such sad loud Accents to reclame The Fugitive as if at every cry Her weary soul forth with her voice would fly Whither ah Cruell There full grief represt Her Tongue and taught her Eyes to weep the rest Whither ah Cruell from the hollow side Of the next Rock the Vocall Nymph replied In Tears and Sighs the Water and the Aire Contend which in her sorrowes most shall share And the sad Sea hoarse with incessant grones Wakens her faint grief and supplyes her mones Oh stop kind Zephyre buâ— one minutes space She cries the swelling Sailes impetuous race That my expiring groanes may reach the eare Of him who flyes from her he will not heare Perhaps though whilst alive I cannot please My dying Cryes his Anger may appease And my last Fall Trophey of his Disdain May yeeld delight and his lost Love regain Receive my heart in this extreme farewell Thou in whom Cruelty and Beauty dwell With Thee it fled but what alas for me Is it to lose my Heart who have lost Thee Thou art my better selfe Thou of my heart The soul more than the soul that moves it art And if thou sentence me to suffer death My Life to Thee let me resign my breath Alas I doe not aske to live content That were a blessing me Fate never meant All that my wishes aâ—me at is that I And that 's but a poore wish Content may dye And if my heart by Thee already slain Some reliques yet of a loath'd life retain Oh let them by thy pitty find release And in thy Armes breath forth their last in Peace No greater happinesse than Death I crave So in thy dearest sight I death may have And if thy hand arm'd with relentlesse Pride Shall the small thread of my poor Life divide What Pleasure than that Sorrow would be higher VVhen I in Paradice at least expire And so at once the different Arrowes prove Of Death from thy hand from thy Eyes of Love Ah! if so pleas'd thou art with Wars alarmes If that be it that cals thee from my Armes If thou aspiâ—'st by some advent'rous toiles To raise proud Trophyes deckt with glorious spoiles Why fondly dost thou seek for these elsewhere Why leav'â—t thou me a pris'ner to despair Turn nor thy willing Captive thus forsake And thou shalt all my Victories partake Though I to thy dear Eyes a Captive be Thousands of Lovers are no lesse to me Unhappy who contend and sue for sight Of that which thou unkindly thus dost slight Is 't not a high attempt that can comprize Within one Act so many Victories To triumph over Triumphs and subdue At once the Victor and the Vanquish'd too But if to stay with me thou dost refuse And the rude Company of Souldiers choose Yet give me leave to goe along with Thee And in the Army thy Attendant be Love though a child and blind the Wars hath known Can handle Armes and buckle Armour on And thou shalt see my courage will disdain Save of thy Death all fear to entertain I will securely 'midst the arm'd Troops run Venus hath been Mars ' his Companion And though the heart in thy obdurate Breast Be with an Adamantine Corslet drest Yet I in stead to guard thee from all harm With my own hands will thy fair body arm And the Reward Love did from me detain In peace in War shall by this service gain And if it fortune that thou undergoe Some dangerous hurt by the prevailing Foe I sadly by thy side will sit to keep Thee company and as thou groan'st will weep My Sorrow with thy Anguish shall comply I will thy Bloud and thou my Tears shalt dry Thus by an equall sympathy of pure Affections we each others wounds will cure Perhaps when he this sweet effect of Love Shall see the happy President may move The stubborn Enemy more mild to grow And to so soft a yoak his stiffe neck bow Who by himself gladly betraid to thine Shall willingly his own Command resigne So by a way of Conquest strangely new Thou shalt at once Love Armes and Soules subdue Ah most unhappy he to these sad cries Inexorable his deafe eare denies And far more cruell than the rough Seas are Laughs at my sighs and slights my juster Prayer See whilst ' thou spreadst thy sailes to catch the Wind What a sad Object thou hast left behind Of War alas why dost thou goe in quest Thou leav'st a fiercer War within my Breast Thou fly'st thy Country and more happy state To seek in some strange Land a stranger Fate And under forraign Climes and unknown Stars T' encounter hazards of destructive Wars Eager to thrust thy self lavish of breath Upon Disasters Dangers
these Fables which for the most part contradict Truth do sometimes crosse one another which to go about to reconcile were to twist ropes of â—and Phoebus from the Heliconian Spring Contradicted â—et with what follows at Ver. by Catullus in Nupâ—is Pelei Inde Pater Divum sancta cum conjuge natisque Advenit coelo te solum Phoebe relinquens Vnigenámque simul cultricem montibus Hydri Pelea nam tecum pariter soror aspernata est Nec Thetidis Tedas voluit celebrare jugales The Muses sweet-voyc'd Quire did bring So we render {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Dissenting from Vulcanius in Del. Callimach who makes {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} hereto bear the same sense as {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} and this place agreeable to that of Callimachus {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Harmonia's mother Venus Harmonia was the Daughter of Venus by Mars so Hesiod in Theogonia {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Fair Cytherea Terrour Fear To Mars did with Harmonia bear Of which the Scholiast renders this reason {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} c. In regard that the breaches and ruines whicâ— were made in Cities by the assaults of Mars are repaireâ— again by a peaceable Commerce and amicable Association Or according to others in that Musick not only delightâ— the Mind but inflames the Heart with courage and resolution and therefore there is hardly any People that use not some kinde of Musick or other to provoke them to Battell Suada went too who for the Bride entwin'd The Marriage Garland and Love's Quiver bare Suada by the Greeks call'd {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} was the Goddessâ— of Perswasion whom Theseus as Pausanias in Atticâ— witnesses first caus'd to be honour'd with divine Rites amongst the Athenians She is here said to compose the Wedding garland for Thetis Juno likewise in 4. Apollonii confesses that at this Wedding she playd the Torch-bearer for so courteous did the antient Poets use to make their Deities at the Marriages of Eminent Personages of which Statius in Epithalam Stell Violantill affords us not an unelegant Example Ipsa manu nuptam genetrix Aeneia ducit Lumine demissam dulci probitate rubentem Ipsa toros sacra parat coetúque Latino Dissimulata deam crinem vultúsque genásque Temperat atque nova gestit minor ire Marita Venus her self leads by the hand the Bride With eyes down cast and cheeks in Blushes dy'd The Bed the Rites prepares and mongst the rest Her Deity and dazling Looks supprest Strives to go less than the fair Bride Then speaking of the Bride-goom Tibi Phoebus Evan Et de Maenalia volucer Tegeaticus umbra Serta ferunt nec blandus Amor nec gratia cessat Amplexum niveos optatae conjugis artus Floribus innumeris olenti spargere Nimbo Sol Bacchus and the nimble Mercurie From shady Maenalus bring wreaths for thee Nor ceases Cupid nor the cheifest Grace Whilst of thy dearest spouse thou dost imbrace The snowy Limbs to strow thee o'r with flowers And rain upon thy Head sweet Balmy showers Nor unaptly in my Opinion does our Author here make the Goddesse Suada to bear Cupids Quiver since nothing in Love is more forcive then perswasive Courtship But thence unhonour'd Eris was debarr'd The reason we have already given We shall only add that Eris or Contention was the daughter of Night so Hesiod in Theogonia tells us {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Pernicious Night Contention brought to Light The Poets fabled that there were two Erises one the Goddesse of noble Contentions in which those that strove the vanquished aswell as Victor came off with great glory The other the Goddesse of base and pernicious Contentions which rendred those that were ingaged therein still more infamous See Erasâ— Chil. 2. Centur 6. Adag. 24. Like some young Heifer which by some furious Gad-fly stung Quittiâ—g the fields in shady forrests straid Whilst madded Eris roams c. Suiting with that Simile in 1 Apollonii where Hercules is described running madly in quest of his lost Hylas {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} As when a Bul stung by some Gadfly runs Loathing the green and plashy Meads and shuns Herdsmen and Herds now restlesse flings about Now chafing stands and his large neck thrusts out Bellowing as if by some fierce Oestrum stung So raves the Heroe Where the Oestrum though generally by the Latine Poets our Author here Aeschilus in these verses {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} and the greeke Glossaries it be usually taken for one and the same thing seemes yet to be distinguished by Apollonius from the {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} So is it by Sostratus in 4. Animalium cited by his Scholiast where hee writes {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} That the {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} or Tabanus is bred in the woods the Oestrum in Rivers Aristotle speakes alwayes distinctly of them though in the Metaphor they agree taken for any high passion or fury Suidas {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Festus Oestrum furor Graeco vocabulo Most frequently applyed to Love Aristaenetus lib. 2. c. 17. of a woman possess'd with that passion {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} And our Author at Verse Musaeus {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Nonnus {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Whence Lightning shee 'd have strook The common opinion was that fire was naturally inherent in the flint Semper inest silici sed rarò cernitur ignis Intus enim latitat sed solos prodit adictus Nec lignis ut vivat eget nec ut occidat undis Fire alwayes lurks in Fliâ—â— not alwayes seen Unlesse by strokes forc'd out nor wood to feed It's flame nor water does to quench it need Sophocles in Philoctet {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Excellently express'd by Virgil l. 6. Pars semina quaerit Abstrusa in venis Silicis In the same sense Arnobius llb. 2. saith Matrem Deam quae in saxo inani informi colebatur habitasse in cilicis fragmentis in venis ejus abstrusam Isidorus Pelusiota l. 2. Epistol. 100. {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} i.e. That fire which is the fountain of all Arts not onely from Iron Brass and stone but from Water also and Wood doth naturally break forth explain therefore this wonder to me Is it inherent in the Wood how chance then
Oyl or Hony we compose All Foâ—ls all beasts for food green Arbours drest With soft Dil branches where Loves make their nest And like young Nightingales that have but now New try'd their wings flutter from bough to bough O the golds splendor the pure Ivories too The Eagle with Joves Cup-bearer that flew And Purple Carpets then sleep softer may The wondring Samian and Milesian say Here on a rich Bed doth Adonis lie And lovely Venus on another by Soft are his kisses and his lips still red Venus now joy in his regained Bed Foâ— we to morrow e're the dew 's exhal'd With hairs unbound loose garments brests unveild Him to the foaming waves that wash the shore Shall bear from hence and with sad songs deplore The way from Hell Adonis unto thee Is ever open though to none else free Of all the glorious Heroes as they tell This ne'r t' Atrides Ajax ne're befel Not Hector chief of Hecub's numerous Race Patroclus Pyrrhus those of elder daies The Lapithites Deucalions issue nor The Sons of Pelops Princes fam'd in War Nor Argive Kings could er'e to this attain Be now appeas'd and the next year again Bring gladness with thee still propitious prove And as thou cam'st return to us in love Gorgo O deer what a rare woman 's this what choice Of knowledge hath she and how sweet a voice But go My husband's fasting still and then He eats his own Gall Fear a hungry man Fare-well Adonis for this time and when The year 's done come and make us glad agen THE SUN-RISE THou youthfull Goddess of the Morn Whose Blush they in the East adore Daughter of Phoebus who before Thy all-enlightning Sire art born Haste and restore the day to me That my Loves beautious Object I may see Too much of time the night devours The Cocks shrill voice calls thee again Then quickly mount thy golden Wain Drawn by the softly-sliding hours And make apparent to all eyes With what Enamel thou dost paint the skies Leave thy old husband let him lie Snorting upon his downy bed And to content thy Lover spread Thy Flames new lighted through the sky Heark how thy presence he conjures As leading to the Woods his Hounds he lures Moisten the fallow grounds before Thou com'st with a sweet dewie rain That thirstie Ceres having ta'ne Her Mornings draught that day no more May call for drink and we may see Spangled with pearlie drops each bush and tree Ah! now I see the sweetest dawn Thrice welcome to my longing fight Heil divine beautie Heavenly light I see thee through yon Cloud of Lawn Appear and as thy star does glide Blanching with raies the East on every side Dull silence and the drowsie King Of sad and Meloncholie Dreams Now flie before thy cheerful Beams The darkest shadows vanquishing The Owl that all the night did keep A houting now is fled and gone to sleep But all those little Birds whose noats Sweetly the listning ear enthrall To the clear waters murmuring fall Accord their disagreeing throats The lustre of that greater Star Praising to which thou art but Harbinger 'Bove our Horizon see him scale The first point of his brighter Round O how the swarthie Aethiop's bound With reverence to his light to veil And love the colour of his look Which from a heat so mild so pure he took A God perceivable is he By humane sense Natures bright eye Without whom all her works would die Or in their births imperfect be He Grace and Beautie gives alone To all the Works of her Creation With holie Reverence inspir'd When first the day renews it's light The Earth at so Divine a sight Seems as if all on Altar fir'd Reeking with Perfumes to the skies Which she presents her Native Sacrifice The humble Shepherd to his Raies Having his Rustick Homage paid And to some cool retired shade Driven his bleating Flocks to Graze Sits down delighted with the sight Of that great Lamp so milde so fair so bright The Eagle in her Airy sitting Spreading her wings with fixed eye Gazes on his t'whose Deitie She yields all Adoration fitting As to the only quickning fire And Object that her eye does most desire The Salmon which at Spring forsakes Tâ—â—tis saâ—t Waves to look on him Upon the waters top doth swim And to express the joy he takes As sportingly along he sails Mocks the poor Fisher with his silver Scales The Bee through flowrie Gardens goes Buzzing to drink the mornings tears And from the early Lilly bears A kiss commended to the Rose And like a wary Messenger Whispers some Amorâ—â—s story in her â—ar At which shee rowsing from her sleep Her chaster Flames seems to declare To him again whil'st Dew her fair And blushing leaves in tears doth steep The sorrow which her heart doth waste That shee 's so far from her dear Lover plac't And further seems as if this plaint In her mute Dialect she made Alas I shall with sorrow fade And pine away in this restraint Unless my too too rigorous Fate My Constant faithful Love commiserate Love having gain'd the victory Over my soul there acts his harms Nor Thorns so many bear my Arms As in my heart now prickles be The onely Comfort I can give My self is this I have not long to live But if some courteous Virgin shall Pitying my Fate pull my sweet flowre E're by a sad and fatal hour My Honours fade away and fall I nothing more shall then desire But gladly without murmuring expire Peace sweetest Queen of Flowres now see Sylvia Queen of my Love appear Who for thy Comfort brings with her What will thy wishes satisfie For her white hand intends to grace thee And in her sweeter Brest sweet flower to place thee FINIS The Night OR The fair Mourner THis fair and animated Night In Sables drest whose Curls of Light Are with a shade of Cypresse veil'd Not from the Stygian Deeps exhal'd But from Heaven's bright Balcone came Not dropping Dew but shedding Flame The blushing East her smiles display Her beauteous Front the Dawn of Day The Stars doe sparkle in her Eyes And in her Looks the Sun doth rise No mask of Clouds and Storms she wears But still serene and calm appears No dismall Birds no hideous Fiends Nor charming Hag on her attends The Graces are her Maids of Honour And thousand Cupids wait upon her Dear Flames still burning though you are Supprest Lights though obscur'd still fair What Heart does not adore you who But sighs or languishes for you Heaven wishes by your shade outvy'd It's milky Path in Ink were dy'd The Sun within an Ebon Case Longs to shut up his goldenâ— Face The Moon too with thy sad Dresse took Would fain put on a mourning Look Sweet Night and if th' art Night of Peace The gentle Mother Cares Release My Heart now long opprest relieve And in thy softer Bosome give My weary Limbs a short Repose 'T is but a small Request Heaven knows Nor think
gone Exit Enter Pittacus I 'm Pittacus who once this Maxime penn'd {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} That 's Time apprehend But by Time we meant Time in Season as In tempore veni is your Roman Phrase And your own Comick Poet Terence he Chief of all things makes opportunity Where Dromo comes unto Antiphila I'th'nick of Time consider what I say And mark how many Inconvenience Sustain for want of this sole Providence But now 't is more than Time we should be gone Farewell and give your Approbation Exit Enter Periander NOw on the Stage see Periander move He who once said and what he said will prove {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Thought is all in all Since him a perfect Agent we may call Who first considers what he undergoes For we should still forecast as Terence shows Th' Event of Business whether good or bad E'r w'undertake it where may best be had Conveniency for Planting where to build When to wage War and where to pitch a Field Nor unconsiderately take in hand Or great or small Things for that makes a stand In the free Progress of all new designs In which there 's nothing Policy injoyns Like Consultation hence it is that they Who use it not Chance does not Counsell sway But I retire whilst you with better Fate Imploy your Thoughts how to uphold your State The Sentences of those seven Sages comprehended in as many Septenaries Bias Prieneus VVHat 's Man's chief good a Mind that right doth know What 's his chief Ill Man his own greatest Foe Who 's rich he who 's contented Who poor He Who Covets A Wives best Dowr Chastity What VVoman's chaste whom Fame dares not belie VVho 's the VVise man who can but doth no Ill. The Fool He who cannot yet hath the VVill Pittacus Mitylenaeus NOne knows to speak who knows not to refrain 'Fore many bad one good Man's Praise retain He 's mad who envies others happiness So 's he who joys in other Mens distress The Laws thou dost impose thy self obey VVhen Times are prosperous store of Friends provide VVhen they are bad but in a few confide Cleobulus Lindius THe more thou canst ' less wish to do The spite Of Fortune oft doth on the guiltless light None long is happy in Impiety In others much nought in thy self pass by The good Man's Friend is still the bad Man's Foe Our Father's merits want of their due Fame And oft our Childrens Portion is but shame Beriander Corinthius DEcent and Profitable ne'r dissent The happier Man still the more Provident 'T is ill to wish 't is worse to fear Death we Should make a Virtue of Necessity He who is fear'd by many many feares VVhen Fortune's kind dread thy advanced height And scorn to sink yet when she shows her spight Solon Atheniensis LIfe then is happy when 't is consummate VVed with thy like Disparity breeds hate Confer not Honours casually A friend Convince in private publikely commend 'T is more to be than be made Noble far If Fates decrees are sure in vain We fly them If they are not in vain We fear to try them Chilo Lacedaemonius FEard by Inferious nor by betters scorn'd Let me not live Oft of thy Death be warn'd And Health Misfortunes by thy own defeat Or friends Advice The good thou dost forget But that which thou receiv'st remember still Age that resembles Youth doth gratefull come Youth that resembles Age is burdensome Thales Milesius ABout to sin thy self though none else fear Life dies the glory of a good Death ne'r What thou intend'st to do forbear to tell To fear what thou canst not o'rcome's a Hell A just Reproof does good though from a Foe But a false Praise does harm though from a Friend Nilnimium satis est bids us here end Amphion or a City well ordered Casimer FOrraign Customes from your Land Thebans by fair Laws command And your good old Rites make known Unto your own Piety your Temples grace Justice in your Courts have Place Truth Peace Love in every Street Each other meet Banish Vice Walls guard not Crimes Vengeance o'r tall Bulwarks climbs O'reach Sin A Nemesis Still waking is Truth resembling craft Profane Thirst of Empire and of Gain Luxury and idle â—ase Banish all these Private Parsimony fill The Publike Purse Arms only Steel Know and no more Valour fights cold In plunder'd Gold VVar or Peace do you approve VVith united Forces move Courts which many Collumes rear Their falls less fear Safer Course those Pilots run VVho observe more Stars than One Ships with double Anchors ty'd Securer ride Strength united firm doth stand Knit in an eternall Band But proud Subjects private hate Ruins a State This as good Amphion sings To his Harps well-tuned strings It 's swift Streams clear Dirce stopt Cytheron hopt Stones did leap about the Plains Rocks did skip to hear his Strains And the Groves the Hills did crown Came dancing down VVhen he ceas'd the Rocks and VVood Like a VVall about him stood VVherce fair Thebes which seven Gates close Of Brass arose Vertue improv'd by suffering 'T Is but the Body that blind Fortunes spight Can chain to Earth the nobler Soul doth slight Her servill Bonds and takes to Heaven her flight So through dark clouds Heaven lightens whilst the shade â—s as a foyl to its bright splendour made And Stars with greater Lustre Night invade So sparkle Flints when strook so Metals find Hardness from hammering and the closer bind So Flames increase the more supprest by VVind And as the Grindstone to unpolis'd Steel Gives Edge and Lustre so my Mind I feel VVhetted and glaz'd by Fortunes turning VVheel To Mr Stanley on his unimitable Poems THe Stagirite who Poesie defines An Imitation had he read thy Lines And thy rich Fancy known he would have then Recall'd the learned Error of his Pen And have confest in his convicted State Nought those could equall this would imitate VVhich from no forraign Supplement doth spring Nor any Stand but its own Height take VVing And but that We should seem so to misprise The Influence of Chariessa's Eyes VVe should not think Love did these Flames inspire Rather that thou taught'st Love this noble Fire And by a generous VVay thy hopes t' improve Shew'dst her before thou didst how thou could'st love And the old common Method didst invert First made her Mistris of thy Brain then Heart Some Phant'sies growth may from their Subjects take Thine doth not Subjects find but subjects make VVhose numerous strains we vainly strive to praise ' Less We could ours high as thy Phant'sie raise Large Praise we might give some with small Expence Of Wit cry Excellent how praise Excellence The Painters Fate is ours his hand may grace Or take a bad scarse hit a beauteous Face Nor can our Art a sitting value sit Upon thy noble Courtesie of Wit Which to so many Toungs doth lend that store Of pleasing sweetnes which they lack'd
before Th' Iberian Roman and the fluent Greek The nimble French and the smooth Thuscan seek For severall Graces from thy Pen alone Which that affoords to all these Toungs in One Whose forraign Wealth transferr'd improv'd by thine Doth with a fair Increase of Lustre shine Like Gems new set upon some richer Foyle Or Roses planted in a better Soyle If 'bove all Lawrels then thy Merits rise What can this Sprig which while 't is offer'd dies Add to the Wreath that does adorn thy Brows No Bayes will suit with that but thy own Bowghs On his Translation of Oronta FLames rescu'd fair Oronta from the Pow'r Of an insulting Thracian Conquerour The Fame of which brave Action Preti's Rime Freed from the greater Tyranny of Time Yet in that Freedome she lesse glories then In being thus made Captive by thy Pen To Mr James Shirley on his Way of Grammer explained in English Verse GRammer which taught the Poet first to write Is by the Poet now taught to delight And Poesy which once unto the School Ow'd it 's Instructions now to that 's a Rule Thy gratefull Pen to Science does impart Civility and requites Art with Art Yet not like some who think they hardly shou'd Be thought to understand if understood Do'st thou the Minds of weaker Tiro's vex Or as perplex'd with th' Art the Art perplex But what e're seem'd therein obscure mak'st clear Brief what prolix smooth what did rough appear That so the Art to Learners now is seen As in a Flat which Hill and Wood did skreen How should they erre their Journey's end in view Their Way so pleasing and their Guide so true Rest then secure of Fame nor think thy Worth Can by a private Hand be well set forth Attempts which to the Publick Profit raise Expect nor merit lesse than Publick Praise In Idem ad Eundem SHirleie Angliacúm cui olim celeberime vatum Drama Labor Nomenque fuit tibi nune novus ecquis Surgit Honos qualisve alto subit Infulanexu Tempora Nunc video Magnos accinctus in usus Carmine facundo tractas Pracepta severae Grammatices Latiaeque canis Primordia linguae Ut meliùs teneros blandâ dulcedine captos Afficeres animos dura Elementa colenti Atque rudi nimium Eloquio placitura Juventae Efficeres Labor en multum meriturus honestae Landis non aliter tua sed magè mellea Lingua Tentavit Nestor juvâ—â—â—lia fingere Corda Heroum teneras tam grato Carmine Mentes Thessalici haud rexit Moderator semifer Antri Grammatica exultet vibretque Heliconia Serâ—a Lande novâ florens dulci nunc munere fandâ— Provocet Musas Decus hoc Shirleie dedisti FINIS SACRA To the Eternall WISEDOME Vpon the Distraction of the Times O Thou Eternall Mind whose VVisedome sees And rules our Changes by unchang'd Decrees As with Delight on thy grave Works We look Say art thou too with our light Follies took For when thy bounteous Hand in liberall Showres Each where diffus'd thy various Blessings powres VVe catch at them with strife as vain to sight As Children when for Nuts they scrambling fight This snatching at a Scepter breaks it He That broken does e're he can graspe it see The poor World seeming like a Ball that lights Betwixt the hands of Pow'rfull Opposites VVhich while they cantonize in their bold Pride They but an Immateriall Point divide O whilst for VVealthy Spoyles these fight let Me Though poor enjoy a happy Peace with Thee Draw Me and I will follow Thee THrough devious Paths without thee Lord I run And soon without Thee will my Race be done Happy was Magdalen who like a Bride Her self to Thee by her fair Tresses ty'd So she thy Presence never did decline Thou her dear Captive wert and she was Thine Behold another Magdalen in Me Then stay with Me or draw me after Thee If a Man should give all the substance of his House for Love he would value it as nothing Cant. 8. LOve I 'd of Heaven have bought when He this who VVould think both Purchase was and Seller too I offer'd Gold but Gold he did not prize I offer'd Gems but Gems he did despise I offer'd All All he refus'd yet why If All wo'nt take take what is left said I. At this he smil'd and said in vain divine Love's Price thou beat'st give nothing and shee 's thine And they laid him in a Manger HAppy Cribb that wert alone To my God Bed Cradle Throne VVhilst thy glorious vilenesse I View with divine Phant'sies Eye Sordid filth seems all the Cost State and Splendour Crowns doe boast See! Heaven's sacred Majesty Humbled beneath Poverty Swadled up in homely Rags On a Bed of Straw and Flags He whose Hands the Heavens displayd And the VVorlds Foundations layd From the VVorld's almost exil'd Of all Ornaments despoyl'd Perfumes bath him not new born Persian Mantles hot adorn Nor do the rich Roofs look bright VVith the Jaspers Orient Light VVhere O Royall Infant be Th' Ensigns of thy Majestie Thy Sires equallizing State And thy Scepter that rules Fate VVhere 's thy Angell-guarded Throne VVhence thy Laws thou didst make known Laws which Heaven Earth Hell obay'd These ah these aside he layd VVould the Emblem be of Pride By Humility outvy'd On the Innocents slain by Herod GO blessed Innocents and freely powre Your Souls forth in a Purple showre And for that little Earth each shall lay down Purchase a Heavenly Crown Nor of Originall Pollution feare The Stains should to your blouds adhere For yours now shed e're long shall in a Floud Be wash'd of better Bloud Christo Smarrito SIghing her sad Heart fraught with Fears Whilst from her Eyes gush streams of Tears Seeking again how to retrive Her little wandring Fugitive Each where with weary Steps doth rove The Virgin Mother of lost Love Like a sad Turtle up and down She mourning runs through all the Town With searching Eyes she pries about In every Creek within without Sticks at each Place looks o're and ore Searches where she had search'd before Old Joseph following with sad Face A heavy Heart and halting Pace Thrice had the Day been born i' th' East As oft been buried in the West Since the Dear Comfort of her Eyes She miss't yet still her Search she plyes Each where she seeks with anxious Care To find him out yet knows not where When the third Morn she saw arose And yet no Beam of Hope disclose Looking to Heaven in these sad Words She vent to her full Grief affords O my dear God! Son of my Wombe My Joy my Love my Life for whom These Tears I shed on thee I call But oh thou answer'st not at all For thee I search but cannot find thee Say Dear what new Embraces bind thee What Heart enamour'd on thy Eyes Enjoyes what Heaven to Me denies Daughters of Sion you which stray With nimble feet upon the Way I beg of you if you can tell To shew we where
my Love doth dwell Whose Beauty with Celestiall Rayes The Light of Paradise displayes Perhaps to you he is unknown Ah! if you wish to hear him shown I 'l tell y'him Snow her whiteness seeks Vermilion Blushes from his Cheeks His Eye a light more chaste discloses Then amorous Doves his Lips then Roses Amber and Gold shine in his Hair If Gold or Amber may compare With that a Beauty so Divine No Tongue Pen Fant'sie can design Why break'st thou not my Soul this Chain Of Flesh why lett'st thou that restrain Thy nimble Flight into his Arms VVhose only Look with gladness charms But alas in vain I speak to thee Poor Soul already fled from Me To seek out him in whose lov'd Brest Thy Life as mine in thee doth rest Blest Virgin who in Tears half drown'd Griev'st that thy Son cannot be found The time will come when Men shall hear thee Complain that he is too too near thee When in the midd'st of hostile Bands With pierced Feet and nailed Hands Advanc'd upon a cursed Tree His naked Body thou shalt see As void of Coverture as Friends But what kind Heaven in pitty lends Thy Soul will then abhor the Light And think no Grief worse than his Sight But loe as thus she search'd and wept By chance she to the Temple stept Where her dear Son with joyfull Eyes Set mongst the Rabbins she espies And as the Light of some kind Star To a distressed Marriner So his dear sight to her appears Tost in this Tempest of her Fears But O what tongue can now impart The joy of her revived Heart The Welcome spoke in mutuall Blisses Of sweet Embraces sweeter Kisses Muse since too high forthy weak Wing â—is contemplate what thou canst not sing Christus Mathaeum discipulos alloquitur LEave leave converted Publican lay down That sinfull Trash which in thy happier Race To gain a Heavenly Crown Clogs thy free Pace O what for this pale durt will not Man do Nay even now mongst you For this there 's One I see Seeks to sell Me But Times will come hereafter when for Gold I shall by more alas than One be sold Conscience INternall Cerberus whose griping fangs That gnaw the Soul are the Minds secret Pangs Thou greedy Vulture that dost gorging Tire On Hearts corrupted by impure desire Subtle and buzzing Hornet that dost ring A Peal of Horrour e'r thou giv'st the sting The Souls rough File that smoothness does impart The Hammer that does break a stony Heart The Worm that never dies the Thorn within That pricks and pains the whip and scourge of sin The voice of God in Man which without rest Doth softly cry within a troubled Breast To all Temptations is that Soul left free That makes not to it self a Curb of Me And she washed his Feet with her Teares and wiped them with the Hairs of her Head THe proud Aegyptian Queen her Roman Guest T' express her Love in Hight of State and Pleasure With Pearl dissolv'd in Gold did feast Both Food and Treasure And now dear Lord thy Lover on the fair And silver Tables of thy Feet behold Pearl in her Tears and in her Hair Offers thee Gold Good Fryday THis Day eternall Love for me Fast nail'd unto a cursed Tree Rending his fleshly Veyl did through his side A way to Paradise provide This Day Life dy'd and dying overthrew Death Sin and Satan too O happy day May sinners say But Day can it be said to be Wherein We see The bright Sun of celestiall Light O'rshadow'd with so black a Night Mary Magdalen weeping under the Cross I Thirst my dear and dying Saviour cryes These Hills are dry O drink then from my Eyes On the Receiving of the blessed Sacrament THen Nourishment our Naturall Food imparts When that into our Flesh and Blood converts But at this heavenly Banquet I Then find of strength a spirituall supply When as by Faith the sacred Food I eat My Soul converts into the Meat The Message DEar Saviour that my Love I might make known To thee I sent more Messengers than one My heart went first but came not back My Will I sent thee next and that staid with thee still Then that the better thou might'st know my Mind I sent my Int'lect that too staies behind Now my Soul 's sent Lord if that stay with thee O what a happy Carkass shall I be The Fountain STranger who e'r thou art that stoop'st to taste These sweeter streams let me arrest thy haste Nor of their fall The Murmurs though the Lyre Less sweet be stand t' admire But as you shall See from this Marble Tun The liquid Christall run And mark withall How fixt the one abides How fast the other glides Instructed thus the Difference learn to see 'Twixt Mortall Life and Immortality FINIS Errata Page 32. l. 5. read Yet I in Steel p. 36. l. 9. for guid'st read guild'st Philostrat. {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} * See Casaubon Lect. Theoc. c. 16. * See Causab Lect. Theoc. c. 16. * To Eunoa * See Heins. Lect. The c. 21. * See Hein Lect. Theoc cap. 21. * By the Death of VVife * Altered purposely * viz. the Theater * 〈◊〉 me Verâ—â—â— because â—erfect in Original â—â—â—ted
God of Love will call The broken Faith LAtely by cleer Thames his side Fair Lycoris I espy'd With the Pen of her white hand These words printing on the Sand None Lycoris doth approve But Mirtillo for her Love Ah false Nymph those Words were fit In Sand only to be writ For the quickly rising Streams Of Oblivion and the Thames In a little Moments stay From the Shore wash'd clean away What thy hand had there imprest And Mirtillo from thy Brest Complaint on the Death of Sylvia to the River CLeer Brook which by thy self art chac'd And from thy self dost fly as fast Stay here a little and in Brief Hear the sad Story of my Grief Then hasting to the Sea declare Her Waves not half so bitter are Tell her how Sylvia she who late Was the sole Regent of my Fate Hath yeelded up her sweetest Breath In the best Time of Life to Death Who proud of such a Victory At once triumphs o'r Love and Me But more Alas I cannot speak Sighs so my sadder Accents break Farewell kind Floud now take thy Way And like my Thoughts still restless stray If we retarded have thy Course Hold with these Tears thy speed inforce A Shepheard inviting a Nymph to his Cottage DEer on yond' Mountain stands my humble Cot 'gainst Sun and Wind by spreading Oaks secur'd And with a Fence of Quickset round immur'd That of a Cabban make 't a shady Grot. My Garden 's there o'r which the Spring hath spread A flowry Robe where thou may'st gather Posies Of Gilliflowers Pinks Jelsomines and Roses Sweets for thy Bosome Garlands for thy Head Down from that Rocks side runs a purling Brook In whose unsullied Face Though thine needs no new Grace Thou mayst as thou think'st best compose thy Look And there thine own fair Object made Try which judg'd by the River may by said The greater Fire That which my Brest feels or thy Eyes inspire To Ligurinus Horat. Carm. l. 4. Od. 10. Paraphrasticè CRuel and fair when this soft down Thy Youths bloom shall to bristles grow And these fair Curls thy shoulders crown Shall shed or cover'd be with snow When those bright Roses that adorn Thy Cheeks shall wither quite away And in thy Glass now made Time's scorn Thou shalt thy changed Face survey Then ah then sighing thou 't deplore Thy Ill-spent Youth and wish in vain Why had I not those thoughts before Or come not my first Looks again The Penitent Murderer theocrit. Idyl 31. {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} VVHen Venus saw Adonis dead His Tresses soyl'd his Colour fled She strait her winged Loves commands To bring the cruell Boar in Bands They the Woods nimbly ranging found The pensive Beast and brought him bound This drags along the captiv'd foe That pricks him forward with his Bow With trembling steps the Boar drew nigh For he fear'd angry Venus Eye T' whom thus she spake O thou the Worst Of all wild Beasts and most accurst Was 't thou with wounding Turks didst tear This whiter Thygh thou kill my Dear To whom the Boar reply'd I swear By thy self Venus by thy Dear By these my Bonds these Hunters I Meant to thy Love no Injury But gazing on him as some fair Statue unapt the flames to bear Desire had kindled in my Brest To kiss his naked Thigh I prest And kissing kill'd him wherefore these These murd'ring Tusks doom as you please For why alas Teeth do I bear That useless and enamour'd are Or if a punishment too small You yet think that take Lips and All But Venus pittying the Beast Commands that strait he be releas'd Who to the Woods ne'r went again But liv'd as one of Venus Train And coming one Day near a Fire Quench'd there the flames of his Desire The Shepheard theocrit. Idyl 21. FAir Eunica I sweetly would have kist But was with scorn and this reproach dismist Hence what a Shepheard and yet hope from Me For such a Grace We kiss no Clowns saith she My Lips I would not with a kiss so vile As thine so much as in a Dream defile Lord how thou look'st how like a Lubber sport'st What fine discourse thou hast how sweetly court'st How soft thy Beard is and how neat thy Hair Thy Lips like sick mens blush and thy hands are White as an Ethiops fogh thou stink'st out quick Carrion be gone lest thy smell make me sick Then in her Brest thrice spitting me a skew Mumbling t' her self from Head to foot doth view Such Pride in her self-flatter'd Beauty takes Whilst in Derision Mouths at Me she makes This scorn my bloud inflam'd and red I grew With anger like a Rose new bath'd in Dew She went her way and left me vext to see I should by such a Huswife slighted be Say Shepheards am I not a handsome Lad Or hath some God transform'd and lately made M'another Man for once I 'd a good face And that as Ivy Trees my Beard did grace My Locks like Smallage 'bout my Temples twin'd And my white Front 'bove my black Eye-brows shin'd My Eyes more lovely than Minerva's were Than Curds my Lips more soft and sweeter far My Words than Honey play too would you knew 't I sweetly can on Pipe Shalm Reed and Flute There 's not a Country Lass but likes as passes And loves me too all but your City Lasses Who 'cause a Shepheard me without regard Forsooth pass by alas they never heard How Bacchus on the Plains did Oxen tend And Venus to a Shepheards Love did bend And his fat Flocks on Phrygian Mountains kept Or lov'd in Woods and for Adonis wept VVhat was Endymion but a Shepheard whom The Moon affected and from Heaven would come To lye whole Nights on Latmus with the Boy A Shepheard Rhea too was once thy Joy And oh how many scapes Jove didst thou make From Juno's Bed for a young Shepheard's sake But Eunica alone doth Swains despise And 'bove those Goddesses her self doth prize Venus no more thou with thy Love may'st keep In Town or Hill alone thou now must sleep The Pastorall Wooing Daphnis and Shepheardess theocrit. Idyl 28. Daphnis PAris the Swain away coy Helen bare And I a Swain am kiss'd by one more fair Shepheardess Brag not rude Hind Kisses are empty things Daphnis From empty Kisses yet sweet pleasure springs Shepheardess I 'l wash my mouth wipe off thy Kisses stain Daphnis Wip'st thou thy Lips then let us kiss again Shepheardess Go kiss your Cows you fit to kiss a Maid Daphnis Be not so proud your youth will quickly fade Shepheardess Grapes though they 're dry yet still are Grapes we see And Roses although wither'd Roses be Daphnis Let 's sit and talk beneath this Myrtles shade Shepheardess No your smooth Tongue me once before betraid Daphnis Beneath these Elms then sit and hear me play Shepheardess Play to your self I not your Musick weigh Daphnis Take heed lest thou the Wrath of Venus find Shepheardess Venus her worst be