disdain The secret thankfulness The Grace reserv'd the common light That shines through worthiness O that it were not so Or I it could excuse Oh that the wrath of jealousie My judgement might abuse O frail unconstant Sex O Faith and trust in none No women Angels are but lo My Mistris is a woman Yet hate I but the fault And not the faulty one Ne can I rid me of the bands I which I lye alone I love I like whose like By love was never yet The Prince the Poor the old the yong The fond or full of wit Here still remain must I By wrong by death by shame I cannot blot out of my breast That Love wrought in her name I cannot set at nought That I have held so dear I cannot make it seem so far That is indeed so near I do not mean henceforth Such strange will to profess As one that could betray such troth To build on sickleness But it shall never fail That my Faith bare in hand I gave my word my word gave me Both word and gift shall stand Since then it must be thus And this is all too ill I yeild me Captive to my course My hard fate to fulfil The solitary woods My City shall become The darkest Dens shall be my lodge In which I rest or run Of Hebon black my board The worm my feast shall be Wherewith my body shall be fed Till they do feed on me Of Nâ—â—be my wine My bed of craggy Rock The Serpents hiss my harmony The screeching Owle my Clock My exercise nought else But raging agonies My Books of spightful Fortunes foils And doleful tragedies My walks the Parks of Plaints My prospect into hell Where Sisiphus and all his Peers In endless pains do dwell My Muse if any ask Whose wrathful state is such Dye ere thou let his Name be known His folly shows so much P. That Lust is not his Ayme OH do not tax me with a brutish Love Impute not Lust alone to my desire No such prophane aspersions ought to me From you the sacred Author of my fire I seek your love and if you that deny All joyes that you and all the world can give My love-sick soul would little satisfie Which wants your Grace not food to make it live It is your better part I would enjoy Your fair affections I would call mine own 'T is but a prostitute and bestial joye Which seekes the grosse materiall use alone The towns not ours the market place vnwon Nor do I her enjoy whose heart 's not mine Heart's Conquest is the worthy ambition Seal of our worth as ravishment Divine Invincible to strength of humane hand Union Divine of mutual burning hearts VVhich both subdu'd triumphing both command Sovereign delights which God to man imparts Oh let me in this true joy happy be Or never may you be enjoy'd by me Verses made by Sir B. R OH faithless world and thy most faithless part A woman's heart The true shop of variety where sits Nothing but fits And feavers of desire and pangs of Love VVhich toyes remove VVhy was she born to please or I to trust Words writ in dust Suffring her looks to govern my despair My pain for air And fruit of time rewarded with untruth the food of youth Untrue she was yet I believ'd her eyes instructed spyes Till I was taught that Love is but a school to breed a fool Or was it absence that did make her strange base flower of change Or sought she more then triumphs of denial to see a trial How far her smiles commanded on my weakness yeild and confess Excuse not now thy folly nor her nature blush and endure As well thy shame as passions that were vain and think thy gain To know that love lodg'd in a womans brest is but a guest Sonnet P. WRong not dear Empress of my heart The merits of true passion With thinking that he feels no smart That sues for no compassion Since if my plaints seem not to prove The Conquest of thy Beauty It comes not from defect of Love But from excess of duty For knowing that I sue to serve A Saint of such perfection As all Divine but none deserve A place in her affection I rather chuse to want relief Then venter the revealing Where glory recommends the grief Despair destroyes the healing Thus those desires that climb too high For any mortal Lover When Reason cannot make them dye Discretion doth them cover Yet when Discretion doth bereave the plaints which I should utter Then thy Discretion may perceive that silence is a suiter Silence in Love bewraies more wo then words though ne're so witty The beggar that is dumb you know may challenge double pitty Then wrong not dear heart of my heart my true though secret passion He smarteth most that hides his smart and sues for no compassion P. That he will still persevere in his Love NAy I must love thee still Be it for those good deeds thou hast done That thou hast lov'd me once hath won And made me ever thine Though I am tempted and provok'd with scorn My Love cannot decline Though I with hopes doubts and despairs am torn Nay should I fret think grieve and dye For thee and know not why Yet I must love thee still Nothing removes my heart Ages that changes and slow things move May wear my body not my Love So fixt I am on thee That all thy spite cannot devise A wrong to trouble me Alas I dote in all thy injuries Though all thy looks were feign'd thy sighs wind Though thy free vows thou should'st unbind Nothing could move my heart Nay I must â—ove thee still Love that wears and into ashes goeth in thee Raiseth new bodies up in me I am Love's wild-fire right Whose powerful temper'd flames being rightly bred Burns by his opposite Hopes kil and violent despairs have fed My passions I have power to live and dye Nay should it opposed destiny Yet I must love thee still P. A Sonnet DEar leave thy home and come with me That scorn the world for love of thee Here we will live within this Park A Court of joy and pleasures Ark Here we will hunt here we will range Constant in Love our sports wee 'l change Of hearts if any change we make I will have thine thou mine shalt take Here we will walk upon the Lawns And see the tripping of the Fawns And all the Deer shall wait on thee Thou shalt command both them and me The Leaves a whispering noise shall make Their Mufick-notes the birds shall take And while thou art in quiet sleep And the green wood shall silence keep And while my herds about thee feed Love's lessons in thy face I 'le read And feed upon thy lovely look For beauty hath no fairer book It 's not the weather nor the air It is thy self that is so fair Nor doth it rain when heaven lowers But when you frown then fall the showers One Sun
alone moves in the skye Two Suns thou hast one in each eye Onely by day that sun gives light VVhere thine doth rise there is no night Fair starry twins scorn not to shine Upon my Lambs upon my Kine My grass doth grow my Corn and wheat My fruit my vines thrive by their heat Thou shalt have wool thou shalt have silk Thou shalt have honey wine and milk Thou shalt have all for all is due Where thoughts are free and love is true P. A Sonnet DORON the sad Shepherds swain Who abroad had long time been Coming to those Fields again Where he Cloris oft had seen With love and sorrow waxes faint None but his poor Curre and he As he on his sheep-hook't lean't It was his chance that bank to see Near a little pearling Brook Where the Mistress of his heart Leave of faithful Doron took From her presence to depart He quickly found the ancient flame Which had oft bereav'd his rest When back now to that place he came Where her eyes first pierc't his breast Looking on the Mead and Grove VVhere her Heards are wont to brouze Faithful witness of his Love VVhich so oft had heard his vows VVhere he had seen his Cloris merry VValking in the pleasant spring Tended by the Frisking Fairy Dancing many a wanton Ring VVoods quoth he I saw you wooe her And as through your shades she past Humbly bowed your lops unto her VVith each little trembling blast I have seen this wandring-Will Oft the silent murmur break And from the natural course stand still Ravished to hear her speak In these Meadows richly dight Gath'ring strowing for her bowers The bees are dazled in her sight Taking her blew veins for Flowers Stingless on her temples stuck Famine could not threaten death But their labour quite forsook For the sweetness of her breath I have seen the gentle wind His most speedy course forbear And it wondr'ous sport to find In dallying with her braided hair Never did the morn awake her If her self but once she showd But the birds would Musick make her Still to welcome her abroad Then poor shepherd Swain quoth he Let thy thoughts of her suffice It is to high a task for thee To tell the wonders of her eyes O dear Cloris then come to us Bless the Summer with thy sight Or thy absence will undo us For the world will half be night P. On one heart made of two IF that you must needs go What shall our one heart do This one made of our two Madam two hearts we brake And from them both did take The best one heart to make It told me in your brest Where it might hope to rest For if it were my guest For certainly it knew That I would still a-new Be sending it to you Half this is of your heart Mine in th' other part Joined by our equal art Were it cemented or sown By shreds or pieces known We each might find our own Never I think had two Such work so much to do An Unity to woo Yours was so cold and chaste VVhilst mine with Zeal did waste Like fire with water plac't But 't is dissolv'd and fixt So curiously and mixt No difference is betwixt But shall we agree By whom it kept shall be Whether by you or me How my heart did entreat How pant how it did beat Till it could give yours heat Till to that temper brought With either's mixture wrought That blessing eithers thought It cannot two breasts fill One must be heartless still Until the other will It was with me to day When I will'd it to say With whether it would stay In such a heighth it lyes From this base world's dull eyes That heaven it not envies All that this Earth can show Our hearts shall not once know For it too vile and low P. That he would not be belov'd DIsdain me still that I may ever love For who his Love enjoyes can love no more The war once past with peace men Cowards prove And Ships return'd do rot upon the shore Then though thou frown I 'le say thou art most fair And still I 'le love though still I must despair As heat's to life so is desire to love For these once quench't both life and love are done Let not my sighs nor tears thy vertue move Like basest mettles do not melt too soon Laugh at my woes although I ever mourn Love surfeits with rewards his Nurse is scorn Benj. Rudier of Tears WHo would have thought there could have been Such joy in Tears wept for our sin Mine eye hath seen my heart hath prov'd The most and best of earthly joyes The sweet of love and being lov'd Masks Feasts and Playes and such like toyes Yet this one tear which now doth fall In true delight exceeds them all Indeed mine eyes at first let in Those guests that did these woes begin Therefore mine eyes in tears and grief Are justly drown'd but that these tears Should comfort bring 't is past belief O God in this thy Grace appears Thou that mak'st light from darkness spring Mak'st joyes to weep and sadness sing O where am I what may I think Help help alas my heart doth sink Thus tost in seas of wo Thus laden with my sin Waves of despair dash in And threat mine overthrow What heart opprest with such a weight Can chuse but sink and perish streight Yet as at sea in storms men choose The ship to save their goods to loose So in this fearful storm This danger to prevent Before all hopes be spent I 'le choose the lesser harm My tears to seas I will convert And drown mine eyes to save my heart R. O God! my God! what shall I give To thee in thanks I am and live In thee and thou dost safe preserve My health my fame my goods my rent Thou mak'st me eat whilst others starve And sing whilst others do lament Such unto me thy blessings are As though I were thine only care But oh my God thou art more kind When I look inward on my mind Thou fill'st my heart with humble joy With patience meek and fervent love All other loves which doth destroy With Faith which nothing can remove And hope assur'd of Heavens bliss This is my state thy Grace is this Of Friendship FRiendship on earth we may as easily find As he the North-East Passage that is blind 'T is not unlike th' imaginary stone That tatter'd Chymists long have doted on Sophisticate affection is the best This age affords no friend abides the test They make a glorious shew a little space But tarnish in the rain like Copper-lace Or nealled in affliction but one day They smoke and stink and vapour quite away We miss the true materials choosing Friends On vertue we project not but our ends So by degrees when we embrace so many We courted are like whores not lov'd of any Good turns ill plac't that we on all men heap Are seeds of that ingratitude we
POEMS Written by the RIGHT HONORABLE WILLIAM EARL OF PEMBROKE Lord Steward of his Majesties Houshold WHEREOF Many of which are answered by way of Repartee BY Sr BENJAMIN RVDDIER KNIGHT With several Distinct POEMS Written by them Occasionally and Apart LONDON Printed by Matthew Inman and are to be sold by James Magnes in Russel-street near the Piazza in Covent-Garden 1660. To the Right Honorable CRISTIANA COUNTESS of DEVONSHIRE DOWAGER MADAM IT will be no small addition to all your great Titles and other Excellencies that you have been so careful to preserve now command to be published these elegant Poems Neither could your Ladiship have employed one that would have more willingly obeyed your Commands I having been obliged to that Honorable Family not only by descent but am by many favours now bound to that Person who is Heir to all their Virtues as well as Fortunes The Church that covers his sacred ashes must submit to time and at last lye buried with him But this Monument that your Ladiship hath erected to his memory will out-last the Calculation of all Astrologers who though they could foretell the time that he should leave us could set no Date to the Fame that he should leave behind him which though it have lain aslecp in all this noise of Drums and Trumpets when all the Muses seemed to be fled and to have left nothing behind them but a few lame Iambicks canting at the corners of our desolate streets yet they are now content to be awakened by your Ladiships command under your Patronage to come abroad and meet and salute that peace that gave them their first being and to tell the World that what-ever was excellently said to any Lady in all these Poems was meant of you and that the Poet himself being inspired by your Ladiship you only that are extracted from an ancient and Royal Family have the Right and power to give life and perpetuity to so noble a person MADAM Your most humble and obedient Servant JOHN DONNE TO THE READER IN the collecting of these Poemes which were chiefly preserved by the greatest Masters of Musick all the Sonnets being set by them I was fain first to send to Mr. Henry Laws who furnishing me with some directed me for the rest to send into Germany to Mr. Laneere who by his great skill gave a life and harmony to all that he set so that if by their wandering some be surreptitiously got into their company or if the Author leaving no other issue but these of his brain some of these Nymphs seem a little more wanton then the rest of which there are but two or three Copies can be suspected they desire that they may not make their retreat untill the next Impression and then you will find many more ready to supply their room which were not come unto my hands when I published these EARLE OF PEMBROKE Lord Steward SONNET CAn you suspect a change in me And value your own constancy O! no you found that doubt in your own heart Where Love his images but kiss'd Not grav'd fearing that dainty flesh would smart And so his painful Sculpture would refist But wrought in mine without remorse Till he of it thy perfect Statue made As full of sweetness as of force Onely unkindness may the work invade And so it may defac'd remain But never can another form retain While we dispute our liberty I have lost mine And which is worse incline To love that slavery Not the great Charter nor King's-Bench can free Me from the Chain wherein my thoughts she tied For our dull Earth what care is had we see Yet easily let our mind Into more thraldom slide O that she were but kind To give for that a pledge There were my Law and there my Priviledge Dear can you take my soul from me And yet have no belief That I have grief Oh did your fair eies ever see Without a painful force That sad divorce The Soul and Body love like me Not you the Evening kind The morning of another mind And every several hour Slack and increase that power They are by Love made perfect One No less then Death makes them become Alone When the resistless flames of my desire Make Aetna of my heart And I enrag'd impart The torments unto you and press For pity in this violent distress You sing think I feign this fire Because one frown of yours can all controul Wrong not my pains you are the true Higher part of my soul The lower tyrant is to me and slave to you Why do you give me leave to sip And pull the cup from my so thirsty lip Before I drink Desire hath left my heart to think And is dispers'd in every outward part My hands lips eies That all restraint despise While it was in my heart It did your will in chains of slavish fears But these have all no ears P. IF her disdain least change in you can move you do not love For while your hopes give fuel to your fire you sell desire Love is not love but given free And so is mine so should yours be Her heart that melts to hear of others mone to mine is stone And eyes that weep a strangers hurt to see joy to wound me Yet I so much affect each part As caus'd by them I love my smart Think her unkindness justly must be grac'd with Name of chaste And that the frowns least longing should exceed and raging preed So can her rigour ne're offend Except self-love seek private end 'T is Love breeds Love in me and cold disdain kills it again As water maketh fire to fret and fume till all consume None can of Love more free gift make Then to Loves self for Loves own sake I 'le never digg in Quarry of an heart to have nor part Nor roast in those fierce eyes which alwayes are Canicular VVho this way would a Lover prove Doth shew his patience not his love A frown may be sometimes for Physick good but not for food And for that raging humour there is sure a gentler cure VVhy bar you Love of private end VVhich never should to publick tend P. I. DIsdain me still that I may ever love For who his love enjoyes can love no more The War once past with Peace men Cowards prove And ships return'd do rot upon the shore Then though thou frown I 'le say thou art most fair And still I 'le love though still I must despair II. As heat's to life so is desire to love For these once quench'd both life love are don Let not my sighs nor tears thy Virtue move Like basest Mettle do not melt too soon Laught at my woes although I ever mourn Love surfeits with reward his Nurse is scorn Shall Love that gave Latona's heir the foyle Proud of his Archery and Pythons spoyle And so enthral'd him to a Nymphs disdain As when his hopes were dead he full of pain Made him above all trees the
VVars Love diversly proceeds Sometime by force sometime by sleight he speeds VVhen he will force then arms he his to fight In strength of merit riches of delight But when by stratagems he means surprise His men in forms more mean he will disguise Not bearing to the forms themselves respect But careful to avoid his foes suspect And when as this with jests their wits are worn Do Lovers or the Laughers bear the scorn But O! how finely with your self you play VVhen with this quick conceit you run away That you make love to Lacky up and down To fetch the meaning of a smile or frown Alas in these slight Errand he sends you VVherein your Powers trudge as if they flew Making the least which to his pleasure tends A thing wherein your weal or wo depends Nor Plots he to dissolve by feign'd delight Over the Senses Reasons Sovereign right But Reason finding Love to rule more fit She doth that Government to him commit And so 'twixt these there is no factious strife Love here the husband is Reason the wife Not grudging at her husband's active sway But thinks she rules so just laws to obey And Love this title high thus got may keep A thred-bare Proverb cannot make him creep And for that rabble of confused Names VVhich to Love's charge you lay as bitter blames They touch not him he in himself divine To falshood nor to weakness can encline If not disfigured by our fleshly mask As VVine corrupted by a faulty eask He is no Mountebanck his wares do reach Beyond the setting forth of any speech Nor Alchimist but that Elixar old Which turns Lust's Mercury to friendship's Gold And so the rest wherewith you stain his Name Will turn considered rightly to his fame I do not sever Love from Reason's law But say that they in one sweet yoak do draw Nor let your wit dissention strive to make VVhen they in joynt command such pleasure take As for the joys which from these join'd do flow To be beyond expression I do know So may they fall on you from Love's large hand If to this Love you do not Rebel stand And we in one Opinion shall agree If both to both may fellow-servants be For me if Skeptick like you will dispute And what I feel in heart with words refute Go on and laugh at Loves commanding fire Till you cannot your scorched self retire My Curse a Blessing was your Prayer a Curse For not to love then scorn in love is worse O let sighs prodigally spend my breath My sufferings doubled be until my death So but in one kind look they her engage One hour so liv'd is longer then an age R. NOt like a Skeptick equally distract Nor like a Sophister of sleights compact Nor to vie Wit a vanity of youth Nor for the love of Victory but Truth The lists again I enter bold assur'd Within my Causes right strongly immur'd Man unto man both Text and Comment is They that best read this Character of his His body and they that most understand The sence thereof his soul do both command This as a firme rule infallibly true Not to be chang'd for one more weak more new That Reason holds the head and highest part The Affections lower are placed in the heart To shew that they must serve and still obay Reason must Ruler be and bear the sway From this pure fountain see how pure the streams Do run from this bright Sun how fair the beams Anger wâ—â—lst he a servant true persisteth Whetteth mild justâ—ce sword Valour assisteth But when his power to himself he taketh He nought but brauls wars slaughters maketh Furthereth revenge injustice wrong and hate Nothing but blood his fury can abate And that but for a while for hot and dry He thirsteth oft as oft for blood doth cry And so of all the affections of the mind VVhen them wee do in due obedience find Great helpes they are and ministers of good But else to vice a fierce and headlong brood VVhat priviledge beyond the rest hath Love Shew his exemption and his freedom prove Is he no Affection then is he worse A Passion the bodies waster minds curse As long as he to Reason yields subjection He is the best and principall affection Effects most good the cement band and tye Of humane fellowship wherein doth lye All the dear comforts which makes life a life VVithout whose influence nothing but strife VVould bring us together or we should live Stragling alone and no account could give That e're we had been here with us would die Summ'd in our deaths life of posterity VVhen best things are corrupt they most are so Love once defected doth most Traitor grow And works 'gainst Reason with more violence Then all the rest and with more smooth pretence I need not here repeat will not enlarge His faults I lothly take 'gainst Love that charge I onely say that Reason is his King And Love at highest is his underling You do confess or truth doth it extort That Reason sovereign is in dearest sort Committing unto Love the senses state VVhich shews Love's Power is but subordinate But then again where you would end the strife Making Love the Husband Reason the Wife You begin anew Error hath no stay Runs infinitely on but not one way Crosseth it self findeth no resting place Appeareth alwaies with another face Increaseth faster and doth multiply Beyond the breed of any spawned fry Truth is still one it 's one center and end Still like it self and to it self a friend VVho gave the soul's Abstract Intelligences Bodies and Sex nearer to bring the senses Acquainted with them and their high enjoy Made love a lasting and perpetual Boy Still in minority never of age Because to govern he is most unfit By Non-age fair excuse they him acquit Nature's best observers the wise Egyptians In their abstruse and mystical descriptions Did of each Element two Sexes frame Which yet for Marriage sake had but one name Of Fire the Mast'ring heat they made the Male The Female what was flaming weak and pale Of Ayr the Man was active busling wind The rainy weeping Clouds of Woman-kind The deep and boundless Sea was Masculine The shallow slender Rivers Feminine Of Earth the constant Rocky part was he The gentle yeilding tilled vein a she So in the Soul Understanding and Will Betwixt themselves hold such proportion still As Male and Female He strongly imprints Upon her easiness she never stints But streight pursues with ready inclination Or quickly shuns with shrinking aversation As is the object he begets on her So her desires do duly move and stir What else is reason to be more exact But the redoubled and reflected act Of Understanding what th' affections But the agitations and ejections Of Will where love is one as all may see To Reason born a servant by degree If you in ought conformity had held With Natures course and not 'gainst all rebell'd But Reason
Husband Love for VVife had meant I streight to be at peace had given consent Not thought it strange but should been well apaid That Reason now had marryed her Hand-maid In hope that she in duty for that honor VVhich he in grace had thus bestow'd upon her VVould strive by all obedience to appear More lovely in his eyes and still more clear Thus having made it safe That every way Love must as a servant or as a wife obey I here might rest against Truth's brazen wall And not regard the drops which on it fall Yet will I wipe away as they do lye Some spots which you have dasht in passing by And first That Love doth hurt and overthrow Doth him no Master make but Monster show A Master's strength preserves a Monsters spoyles It is the use that Force from Vice assoyles Strange things of wars and stratagems you tell And little business with great words doth swell What helps 'twixt truth and me this grave formality Love is a sneaking corner-seeking quality Which hates the light chuseth false times shapes To make his drifts to cover his escapes And when he is discryed his vizard torn He proves a lucky jest a fertile scorn Love sends rot me nor need I vainly go To fetch the meanings which I alwayes know Her single heart is one and one to me Dares shew it self it is so clean so free From thence such warrant have I of her smiles That I mistrust them not for glittering wiles But know when the deep channel of her heart With joy is over-fill'd it doth impart Some to the banks and flows into her face Which leavs thereon a fresh and springing grace Her frowns I know not what nor that they are When Reason rules Love feasts on no such fare Tasts nought but what is pure and truly sweet Then bodies do but bring the souls to meet VVho light shines through and all within discovers No thought lies hid 'twixt such beloved Lovers Sly reservations shuffling excuses Minced favours made frowns welcom abuses Lose then their use and have at all no place When Love is Master they have onely grace A Proverbs proof is not so soon put off By slight neglect or by a mighty scoff Whose truth his life hath hitherto maintain'd And through so many ages credit gain'd They are the Quintessence of Truths extract From vulgar use and of such strength compact That they have liv'd indeed in living men Since many volumns writ by mortal pen Are dead and gone and more to ruine tend Whilst these from Sire to Son do still descend Nor needs it as a fault be here excus'd That I exprest a Nature most confus'd In terms so like it self for Love once gone From Reason hath no hold to rest upon But our unseas'ned flesh you rather blame Which unto me doth just appear the same As if you should condemn the Mice not Swine VVho love to wallow there and think it fine Likewise the friendship which such love doth breed Doth end in hate both of themselvs and deed VVhen ever you can Love to Reason marry I will not from that happy wedding tarry So that you sex them right by natures law But yield them all the service fear and awe VVhich unto such a King and Queen belong VVhose force will so united grow more strong I mean not to deny had rather cure The pangs your heart infected doth endure And for Love's scorching fits I fear them nor Reason or Love shall be my antidote But not to love then scorn in love is worse This baseness is to man the greatest curse A scorn no being hath cannot proceed From an inferior in word or deed How can we so unman our selves and fall Beneath that creature which was made of all Next under us to be more evident Who stands as he was born cannot consent Bad usage soon would force my heart to turn And made the fire of Love to anger burr But you do all so willingly abide As that your ease would be the sicker side A small reward will you contentment give When but a Phoenix death you wish to live Where may you burn in flames both short sweet Thus since our wills will not our Prayers meet P. MEn sad and setled love not to contend Dispute my wounds may vex but never mend If Love had pleas'd I might have tasted joy In as full measure as I prove annoy But Princes shew on some their Power their Grace On some and both without controul do place Me for the first O me Love kept in store When to that cruel Fair he gave me o're In whom all worth so eminent appears As her disdain the style of justice bears And thus with me Love plaid a Master-part When with one choice he hurt pleas'd my heart For then I am let me more wretched prove If her howe're unkind I leave to love Thus to be fond of scorn you sickness call In truth 't is I to love my Lord am thrall 'T is he that makes me find these wonders true And he may work the same as well in you For even in your sound health I find this strife Love late was Reasons Lackey now his wife But to conclude debate whilst you are free You may make Love even what you list to be As those that will describe an unknown Land Place Cities Rivers Hills where none do stand Even so you deal with Love and streight will know How far he shoots that never felt his bow One day you may and then confess with me You love his Fetrers more then to be free R. NOr will I now your wound exulcerate But rather grieve at your deplor'd estate Yet must I not my self so much forsake As not to shew wherein you me mistake For Peace and you I was content to find How Love and Reason might be near combin'd But not their natures alter or confound Nor I remove at all from my first ground Of due obedience which just Love doth owe To Reason thought it should to highest grow 'T was not well done of you thus to object That which I did for you in your respect Beside your argument is drawn amiss From that which may be unto that which is I did not Love for Reasons wife avow But onely gave it possible and how That I am dis-engag'd untoucht and free Makes me of Love the fitter judge to be Self-interest doth so corrupt and blind The clearness quite and sadness of the mind That Justice still to it hath born a grudge Nor Law allows a party to be Judge In what we earnest are our selves we leese A looâ—er on more then a gamester sees To say my heart was maym'd in Cupid's Wars And pitty begg by shewing of my skars Or tell what losses I have had by fire Doth sure a weaker heart then mine require Yet have I lov'd and may do so again A strong lynk I have been in that fair chain Which you a fetter call and rightly too But
that a breaking lynk did me undo You pierce me deep to say I never lov'd When it by so much truth hath been approv'd Yet for all this we will not disagree Each lover thinks none ever lov'd but he Sonnet P. I. CAnst thou love me and yet doubt So much falshood in my heart That a way I should find out To impart Fragments of a broken love to you More then all being less then due O no! Love must clear distrust Or be eaten with that rust Short love liking may find jarres The love that 's lasting knows no warres II. This belief begets delight And so satisfies desire And in them it shines a light No more fire All the burning Qualities appeas'd Each in others joyning pleas'd Not a whisper not a thought But 'twixt both in common's brought Even to seem two they are loth Love being but one soul in both Song P. I. SOul's joy when I am gone and you alone which cannot be Since I must leave my self with thee and carry thee with me oh give no way to grief but let belief of mutual love This wonder to the vulgar prove Our bodies not we move II. Yet when unto our eyes absence denyes each others sight And makes to us a constant night when oaths change to delight Fools have no way to meet but by their feet Why should our Day Over our spirits so much sway To tye us to that way P. I left you and now the gain of you is to me a double Gain DEar when I think upon my first sad fall From thy fair eyes I needs must feel withall The many widowed hours I since have numbred Which in wisht shades I might have safely slumbred Rock't into endless heavenly Trances by Thy soul inchanting-Graces harmony Whilst I enjoy'd not what I did possess But like an unthrift of my happiness Did not my loss till 't was too late espye As Children kill their birds and after cry But since those Clouds that so eclip'st thy Light And gave my every day so many a night As my life had but a dead Winter been Had I no better after sun-shine seen Are fled let us thou best of me redeem Those hours we fondly did so dis-esteem And since past joyes are but bewail'd in vain Come and wee 'l prove them over all again That small division so will come the meeter To make the Musick of our bliss the sweeter R. On the Countess of Pembrokes Picture HEre though the lustre of her youth be spent Are curious steps to see where beauty went And for the wonders in her mind that dwell It lyes not in the power of Pens to tell But could she but bequeath them when she dyes She might enrich her Sex by Legacies P. That she is onely Fair DO not reject those titles of your due Which Natures Art hath stiled on your face The Name of Fair onely belongs to you None else that title justly can embrace You Beauties heir her Coat sole spotless wear Where others all some mark abatement bear 'T is not their Cheeks touch't with Vermilion Ord Stain'd with the tincture of enchanting skill Nor yet the curl'd devices of their head Their brests display'd their looks fram'd to their wil Their quick-turn'd-eye nor all their proud attire Can make me their Perfections to admire All this done without Natures consent Thy beauty needs not Art 's enticing aid Thine nature gave theirs nature onely lent Thine shall endure when theirs are quite decay'd Thy beauty others doth as much excel As Heaven base Earth or Earth accursed Hell Others are fair if not compar'd to thee Compar'd to them thy beauty doth exceed So lesser Stars give light and shine we see Till glorious Phoebus lifteth up his head And then as things ashamed of their might They hide themselves with themselves their light Since Natures skill hath given you your right Do not kind Nature and your self such wrong You are as fair as any earthly wight You wrong your self if you correct my tongue Though you deny her and your self your due Yet duty bids me Fair entitle you P. MUse get thee to a Cell and wont to sing Now mourn nay now thy hands thy heart now wring And if perhaps thine eyes did ever weep Now bleed and in eternal sorrow sleep O she that was and onely was is gone And I that was but one am left alone Who says that I for things ne're mine am sad That was all mine which others never had No sighs no tears no blood but mine was shed For her that now must bless anothers bed As fate bound me had Fortune made me free None had had her but I she none but me O had not I been swallowed up with night Before I saw your sun that glorious light Whose beams alone do onely comfort bring Where I still weep had ever made me sing Now on a strange Horizon it doth rise VVhere all do live or else where each thing dyes P. A Sonnet HE that his mirth hath lost VVhen comfort is dismay'd VVhose hopes in vain whose faith is scorn'd VVhose trust is all betray'd If he hath held them dear And cannot cease to moan Come let him take his place by me He shall not grieve alone But if his smallest sweet Be mixt with all his sower If in the day the month the year He feel one happy hour Then rest he with himself He is no Mate for me Whose cheer is faln whose succour void Whose hurt his death must be Yet not the wished death That hath ne plaint ne lack Which making free the better part Is onely Natures wrack Oh no! that were too well My death is of that kind That alwayes yeilds extreamest pains And keeps the worst behind As one that lives in show But inwardly doth dye Whose knowledge is a bloody field Where all helps slain do lye Whose heart the altar is Whose spirit the sacrifice Unto the Powers whom to appease No sorrows can suffice My fancies are like thorns On which I go by night My arguments are like an Host That force hath put to flight My sence like passions spye My thoughts like ruines old Of famous Carthage and of Troy That Synon bought and sold My Corn to Nettles now My field is turn'd to flint Where sitting in the Cypres shade I read this Hyacinth The peace the rest the life VVhich I enjoy'd of yore Came to that lot that by the loss They might me sting the more So to unhappy men The best frames to the worst O time O place O words O looks Deer then but now accurst In Was stands my delight In Is and Shall my wo My sorrows fastened in the Yea's My hopes hang in the No I look for no relief Relief would come too late Too late I find I find too well Too well stood my estate Then Love where is thy favour That makes thy tyrements sweet VVhere is the Cause that men have thought Their death through thee but meet The stately chast
gentle ears attend If thou stop those gentle ears Then look upon these brinish tears Which do force me still to cry Pitty me now or else I dye Fairest fair my Love my Jewel Wilt thou never cease to grieve me Look and pitty be not cruel Let thy love at length relieve me Stay and hear my tongue 's sad speaking Words must keep my heart from breaking Long and deerly have I lov'd thee Love by right should be rewarded Words and Vows could never move thee Tears and sighs were not regarded Oh let Love cause some relenting Death succeeds thy not consenting P. A Sonnet SO glides a long the wanton Brook With gentle pace into the main Courting the banks with amorous look He never means to see again And so does Fortune use to smile Upon the short liv'd favorite's face Whose swelling hopes she doth beguile And alwayes casts him in the race And so doth the Fantastick boy The god of the ill-manag'd flames Who ne're kept word in promis'd joy To Lover nor to loving Dames So all alike will constant prove Both Fortune running streams and Love P. Of a fair Gentlewoman scarce Marriageable WHy should Passion lead thee blind Cause thy Lydia proves unkind She is too young to know delight And is not plum'd for Cupid's flight She cannot yet in heighth of pleasure Pay her Love with equal measure But like a Rose new blown doth feed The Eye alone but yeilds no Seed She is yet but in her Spring And bears no Fruit till Cupid bring A hotter season with his Fire Which soon will ripen her desire Autumn will shortly come and greet her Making her taste and colour sweeter And then her ripeness will be such That she will fall e'ne with a touch P. A Paradox that Beauty lyes not in Womens faces but in their Lovers Eyes WHy should thy look requite so ill all other Eyes Making them Pris'ners to thy will Where alone thy Beauty lyes When men's Eyes first look't upon thee They bestowed thy Beauty on thee When thy Colours first were seen By judging sight Had men's Eyes prais'd Black or Green Then thy Face had not been Bright He that lov'd thee then would find Thee as little fair as kind If all others had been blind Fair had not been None thy Red and White could find Fleeting if thou wert unseen To touch white Skins is not Divine Ethiops Lips are soft as thine P. A Lover to his Mistris THe purest piece of Nature is my choice this days breath and to morrow's death Have several dooms from her all-charming voice So beyond fair that no glass can her flatter so sweetly mild that tongues defil'd Dare not on her their envious stories scatter The witty forms of beauty that are shed in flaming streams from Poets theams Like shadows when her self appears are fled O let me live in th' heaven of her bright eye Great Love I 'le be thy constant Votary Description of a wisht Mistris NOt that I wish my Mistris Or more or less then what she is Write I these lines for 't is too late Rules to prescribe unto my fate But yet as tender stomacks call For some choice meats that bear not all So a queazie Lover may impart What Mistris 't is must take his heart First I must have her richly sped With Natures blossoms white and red For flaming hearts will quickly dye That have no fuel from the eye Yet this alone will never win Except some treasure lye within For where the spoyl's not worth the stay Men raise the siege and march away I 'de have her wise enough to know When and to whom a Grace to show For she that doth at random chuse She will her choice as soon refuse And yet methinks I 'de have her mind T' a flowing curtesie inclin'd And tender-hearted as a Mayd Yet pitty onely when I pray'd And I could wish her true to be Mistake me not I mean to me She that loves me and loves one more Wil love the Kingdom o're and o're And I would have her full of wit So she know how to huswife it But she whose insolence makes her dare To cry her wit wil sell more ware Some other things delight will bring As if she dance or play or sing If hers be safe what though her parts Catch ten thousand forreign hearts But let me see should she be proud A little pride must be allow'd Each amorous Boy wil sport prate Too freely where he sees no state I car'd not much if I let down Sometimes a chiding or a frown But if she wholly quench desire 'T is hard to kindle a new fire To smile to toy 't is not amiss Sometimes to interpose a kiss But do not cloy Sweet things are good And pleasant but are naught for food But stay Nature hath over-writ my Art In her to whom I offer up my heart And Evening-Passengers shall sooner trace The wanton beams that dance on Thames smooth face And find the track where once the foot did stray On the moist Sands which tides have washt away Then men shall know my heart or find her spot If a revolt of hers procure it not R One that was a Suiter to a Gentlewoman more virtuous then fair wrote these to a friend of his that disliked her WHy slights thou her whom I approve Thou art no Peer to try my Love Nor canst discern where her form lies Unless thou saw'st her with my eyes Say she were foul or blacker than The Night or Sun-burnt Indian Yet rated in my fancy she Is so as she appears to me It is not Feature nor a Face That doth my free Election grace Nor is my fancy onely led By a well temper'd white and red Could I enamour'd be on those The Lilly and the blushing Rose United in one stock might be As dear unto my thoughts as she But I search farther and do find A richer Treasure in her mind Where something is so lasting fair That Art nor Age cannot impair Hadst thou a Perspective so clear That thou couldst view my object there When thou her vertue shall espye Then wonder and confess that I Had cause to like her learn thence To love by Judgement not by sence The EPICURES Paradox NO worldling no 't is not thy Gold Which thou dost use but to behold Nor Fortune Honor nor long Life Nor large Possession without strife That makes thee happy these things be But shadows of felicity Give me a Virgin of Fifteen Already voted to the Queen Of Lust and Lovers whose soft Hair Fann'd with the breath of gentle Air O respreads her shoulders like a Tent And is her Veil and Ornament whose tender touch would make the blood Wyld in the Aged and the Good Whose Kisses fastned to the mouth Of threescore years and longer sloath Renews the Age and whose bright eye Obscures those lesser lights of Skye Whose snowy Breasts if we may call That Snow which never melts at all Make Jove invent a
new disguise In spight of Juno's Jealousies Whose every part doth re-invite The old decayed Appetite And in whose sweet embraces I Might melt my self to lust and dye This is true belief and I confess There is no other happiness Opporiunity neglected YEt was her Beauty as the blushing Rose And greedy passionate was my desire And Time and Place my reconciled Foes Did with my wish and her consent conspire Why then o're-reachless of my Loves fruition So eagerly pursu'd with rough intent So dearly purchast with perform'd condition Kept I my rude Virginity unspent Did she not sweetly kiss and sweetly sing And sweetly play and all to move my pleasure And every dalliance use and every thing And shew my sullen Eyes her naked Treasure All this she did I wilfully forbore And why Because me thought she was an whore P. A Lover's Dedication of his Service to a Vertuous GENTLEWOMAN WHat I in Woman long have wisht to see Rarest of thousands I have found in thee Goodness with Beauty O! that crowns ye all That makes thee perfect and Celestial Beauty hath time to wither we know But Goodness after death hath time to grow Let then those Rarities in you remain To shew that Earth from Heav'n so much can gain That you a Pattern should to others be But such as after-times shall never see Believe sweet Lady that all this is true And these few Lines belong to none but you P. Sonnet A Restless Lover I espy'd That went from place to place Lay down turn'd from side to side And sometimes on his face And when that Med'cines were appli'd In hope of intermission As one that felt no ease he cri'd Has Cupid no Physician What do the Ladies with their looks Their kisses and their smiles Can no Receits in those fair Books Repair their former spoiles But they complain as well as we Their pains have no remission And when both Sexes wounded be Hath Cupid no Physician Have we such Palsies and such pains Such Feavers and such fits No Quintessential Chimick Grains No Esculapian wits No Creature can beneath the Sun Prevail in opposition And when all wonders can be done Has Cupid no Physician Into what Poyson do they dip Their Arrows and their Darts That touching but an Eye or Lip The pain goes to our hearts But now I see before I get Into their Inquisition That Death had never Surgeon yet Nor Cupid a Physician A Pastoral LOVER P. SHepherd gentle Shepherd hark As one that canst call rightest Birds by their Name Both wild and tame And in their Notes delightest What Voice is this I prethee mark with so much Musick in it Too sweet methinks to be a Lark too loud to be a Linnet Nightingales are more confus'd And discant more at random Whose warbling throats To hold out Notes Their airy tunes abandon Angels stoop not now adaies Such Quirresters forsake us Yet Syrens may Our Loves betray And wretched Pris'ners make us Yet they must use some other way Then singing to deprive us Of our poor lives since such sweet lays As these would soon revive us SHEPHERD R. 'T is not Syren we discry Nor Bird in Grove residing Nor Angel's Voice Although as choice Fond Boy thou hear'st dividing But one if either thou or I Should face to face resemble her To any of these would blushing cry Away away Dissembler P. A stragling Lover reclaim'd TIll now I never did believe A man could love for Vertue 's sake Nor thought the absence of one Love could grieve That man that freely might another take But since mine Eyes betroth'd my heart to you I find both true Thy Innocence hath so my Love refin'd I mourn thy Bodies absence for thy Mind Till now I never made an Oath But with a purpose to forswear For to be fixt upon one Face were sloath When every Ladies Eye is Cupid's Sphear But if she merit Faith from every Breast Who is the best Of Women-kind how can I then be free To love another having once lov'd thee Such is the great and happy power Of Goodness that it can dilate It self to make him vertuous in an hour Who liv'd before perhaps a Reprobate But since on me those wonders thou hast done In truth work on Upon thy self thy Sex doth want that Grace To love my Truth more then a better Face P. To a LADY weeping DRY those fair those Christal Eyes Which like growing Fountains rise To drown their Banks Griefs sullen Brooks Would better flow from furrow'd looks Thy lovely Face was never meant To be the Seat of Discontent Then clear those watrish stars again That else portend a lasting Rain Least the Clouds which settle there Prolong my Winter all the year And thy Example others make In Love with sorrow for thy sake P. A Complement to his Mistris ASk me no more whither do stray The Golden Atoms of the Day For in pure Love Heavens did prepare This Powder to enrich your Hair Ask me no more whither doth hast The Nightingale when May is past For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her Note Ask me no more where Iove bestows When June is past the fading Rose For in your Beauties Orient deep All Flowers as in their Causes sleep Ask me no more where stars so bright Do downward stoop in dark of Night For in your Eyes they sit and there Fixed become as in their Sphear Nor ask me whether East or West The Phoenix builds her spiced Nest For unto you at last she flies And in your fragrant bosom dies A Paradox in praise of a painted WOMAN NOt kiss by Love I must and make impression As long as Cupid dares to hold his session Upon my flesh of blood our kisses shall Out-minute time and without number fall Do not I know those Balls of blushing read Which on thy Cheekes thus am'rously be spred Thy sinewy neck those veins upon thy brow Which with their azure winckles sweetly bow Are artsull borrowed and no more thine own Then Chains which on saint Georges day are shown Are proper to the wearer yet for this I Idol thee and beg a luscious kiss The Fucus and Ceruse which on thy face Thy cunning hand laies on to add new grace Deceive me with such pleasing fraud that I Find in thy Art what can in nature lye Much like a Painter that upon some wall On which the splendent sun-beams use to fall Paints with such art a guilded Butterfly That silly maids with slow mov'd fingers try To catch it and then blush at their mistake Yet of this painted Fly much reckoning make Such is our state since that we look upon Is nought but colour and proportion Take me a face as full of fraud and lies As Gypsies or your running Lotteries That is more false or more sophisticate Then are saints reliques or a man of state Yet such being glazed by the sleight of art Gaines admiration wins in many a heart Put case there be a
difference in the mould Yet may thy Venus be more choise and hold A dearer treasure oftentimes we see Rich Candian wines in woodden boles to be The odoriferous Civet doth not lye Within the Musk-cats nose or ear or eye But in a baser place for prudent nature In drawing up of various formes and stature Gives from the curious shop of her rich treasure To fair parts comeliness to baser pleasure The fairest flowers which in Spring do grow Are not so much for use as for the shew As Lillies Hyacinth and Gorgeous birth Of all py'd flowers which diaper the earth Please more with their discoulored purple train Then wholesome pot hearbs which for use remain Shall I a gawdy speckled serpent kisse Because the colour that he weares is his A perfum'd Cordavant who will wear For that his sent is borrow'd otherwhere The robes and vestiments which grace us all Are not our own but adventitial Time rifles Natures Beauty but slie Art Repairs by cunning this decaying part Fills here a wrinkle and there purles a Vein And with her cunning hand runs o're again The Breaches dented in the Arm of Time And makes deformity to be no crime As when great men are gript with sickness hand Industrious Physick pregnantly doth stand To patch up foul Diseases and doth strive To keep their tottering Carkasses alive Beauty a candle is which every puff Blows out and leavs nought but a stinking snuffe To fill our Nostrills with this boldly think Your cleerest candle yeilds the greatest stink As your pure food and choicest nutriment Yeilds the most hot and nose-strong excrement Why hang we then on things so apt to vary So fleeting brittle and so temporary That agues coughs tooth-aches and catarre Slight touches of diseases spoyle or marre But when old age their beauty hath in chase And ploughs up furrows in their own smooth face Then they becom forsaken and do show Like stately Abbies ruin'd long ago Nature but gives the model and first draught Of fair Complexion which by art is taught To speak it self a compleat form and birth So stands a Copy to the shapes on earth Love grants me then a reparable face Which whilst that colours are can want no grace Pigmalions painted statues I could love So it were warm and soft and could but move Sonnet P. NOw being caught in Cupid's Net And no way forth that I can get My heart being fixt I cannot move Where I settle I must love My Love must still with you remain Although my hoping be in vain By Vows and Oaths now am I sure But mis'ry my heart must endure So fickle are the Female kind Which troubleth much my grieved mind Missing the Corps I should enjoy Brings me to ruine and annoy But let them not then so false prove But likewise join their Love for Love Or else come Cupid with thy dart And quickly pierce my wounded heart Seeing with her I can't remain Let me be rid out of my pain Being I am thus crost in Love I needs must play the Turtle-Dove For seeing that I have lost my Mate My Joy is turned into hate Therefore abroad then must I flye And seek me out a place to dye Well Captain now thou hast my heart For thy sake now sore doth it smart With sobs and tears then do I cry To think on thy false treachery Thy sight to me ev'n now is death Come gentle Cupid stop my breath P. On a Strawberry HOw like a Virgin white and red A young Rose party-coloured Blusheth these Berries or like the Sun Whose dayes journey 's new begun Look here 't is white and on this side 'T is like the Lilly in her pride Or new-falne Snow or like fresh May Which was blown but yesterday Both which Colours making one Imitate perfection Making it to seem as fair As a beauty past compere Or the Apple cast from Jove To those of the Hesperian Grove Yet not jealous where it grows Every where they march in rows Fields and Bancks and Roots of trees Are often spangled o're with these Which though good themselves yet be The better by Community Taken how it hangs the head Like a Virgin ravished Bowing down as if afraid Like Daphne when she cri'd for aid Or like Calisto that had been Tempted by great Jove to sin And seeing that Diana spy'd it Strait held down the head to hide it I would a Mistris just like thee Thou pattern of humilitie As fair fresh patient and free Of any thing but Chastity As silent and which best would please No less willing to encrease P. on VENNS and ADONIS VEnus that fair loving Queen Was sporting in the fairest Green There fair Adonis did she see As he was sleeping by a tree Swift as thought to him she hies When she pursues then still he flies O stay stay stay sweet Boy quoth she And come sit down down down by me O stay said she my onely joy Then in her arms she clipt the Boy To speak said she let pitty move But he said No I cannot love Yet still she mov'd him for a kiss Sweet scant not that which plenty is Into his arms her self she flung But he cry'd Fye I am too young Her Robes as fair as fair might be The Goddess pluckt above her Knee In her fair twine she held him fast And made him yeild to love at last Was ever Lady thus disgrac't Art thou a God and yet shame fac't Then blushing down his head he hung And still cry'd Fye I am too young Though he was young yet stubborn hearted Away he flung and so they parted Her Rosie Cheek fair Lady than With sorrow looked pale and wan Now for thy sake wild Boy quoth she Lov's God is blind and still shall be Then sigh she did with many a groan And still sate weeping all alone R APOSIE for a Neck-Lace LO on my Neck whilst this I bind For to hang him that steals my mind Unless he hang alive in Chains I hang and dye in lingring pains Those threads enjoy a double grace Both by the Gemm and by the place P. For an EARRING T Is vain to add a Ring or Gemm Your Ear it self out-passeth them When idle Words are passing here I warn and pull you by the Ear This Silken Chain stands waiting here For Golden Tongues to tye on there Here silence twine their locks you see Now tell me which the softer be P. SONG COme saddest thoughts possess my heart And in my grief come bear a part Let all my words be turn'd to groans Those sounds do best befit my moans Each breath I take a sigh must be To make up sorrows harmony Mine eyes once glutted with delight Are now eclipsed from that sight From whose pure light and influence I borrowed both life and sence Whilst then I draw this tedious breath I shall but lead a liveing death In sable weedes I 'le cloathed be And put on sorrowes livery Then to some desart will I go The fittest place
and far to me Sweeter their Sources since they spring from you The Air 's my will that in its own Power free Restless about my Faith hath his repair The Winds are like desires that rage in me And move my will as the Wind moves the Air The Fire invisible that this Air unfolds Is the dear Flame wherein for you I languish And as no Lye that subtil Fire beholds So from the whole world hidden is my anguish The Moon is Hope which still doth wax and wane Borrowing the Light it hath from you alone When the Moon 's clouded 't is then when in vain My thoughts erre after you and cause my moan The Sun 's your Eye the fairest Light we see Fair Sun of Love light and life of our hours For if the other Sun the world's light be What Lover but derives his Light from yours The Summer is your smile that quickens me Winter my fears benumming all my powers But what boot's fear if my Loves Autumn be As void of fruit as was his Spring of flowers P. A DREAM WHen as the cheerful Light was over-spread With misty darkness and the Sun was fled Unto the Western Island who to rest It call'd from toylsome labour man and beast Methought within a shady blooming Grove VVhere I was walking sad perplext with Love Not far I spy'd a Damsel passing fair VVhich might for Beauty with the Nymphs compare She laid her down upon the Grass to rest Her tyr'd Limbs with weariness opprest Her pretty Fingers there I did behold How cunningly her Tresses did unfold I saw her Lilly Arm her tender thigh Her little waste yet durst I not come nigh For fear she should descry me by her light Of horned Luna which even then in sight VVas seen to come from old Endymions Bed Scarce ' woke still shaking of his drowsie head I lay down still at length I did espye Her eyes with sleep fast shut then presently I rouz'd my spirits without fear of shame And to the place whereas I lay she came How fitly there her Legs abroad she laid Betwixt Dame Natures Privity bewrai'd It self how fit she lay for to be prest Still was I chearful till at length possest With more inflaming Lust I softly fell Upon her Body Judge you that can tell The rest So having finisht without pain From whence I came I did return again P. To a Lady residing at the Court EAch greedy hand doth catch and pluck the flowr When none regards the stock it grows upon Each Nature loves the fruit still to devour But leaves the Tree to fall or stand alone Then this advice fair Cteature take from me Let none pluck fruit unless he take the Tree Believe no Vows nor much-protesting-men Credit no Oaths nor no bewailing Song Let Courtiers swear forswear and swear agen Their hearts lye ten Regions from their Tongue And when with Oaths thy heart is made to tremble Believe them least for then they most dissemble No Let not Caesar's self corrupt thy heart Nor fond Ambition scale thy modesty Say to the King Thou onely constant art He cannot pardon thine impurity For if with one with thousands thou'lt turn Whore Break Ice in one place and it cracks in more APOLLO'S Oath VVHen Phebus first did Daphne love And could no way her fancy move He crav'd the Cause the Cause quoth shee Is I have vow'd Virginity Then Phebus raging swore and said Past Fifteen none should die a Maid If Maidens then perchance are sped Ere they can scarcely dress their head Yet pardon them for they are loath To make Apollo break his Oath And better it is a Child were born Then that a God should be forsworn Yet silly they when all is done Complain our wits their hearts have won When 't is for fear that they should bee Like Daphne turn'd into a Tree And who her self would so abuse To be a Tree if shee could chuse P. ASONG DRaw not too near Unless you drop a tear On the Stone Where I groan And will weep Untill the eternal sleep Shall charm my wearied eies Cloris lies here Embalm'd with many a tear Which the Swain From the Plain Here hath paid And many a Vestal Maid Hath mourn'd her Obsequies Their snowy breasts they tear And rent their golden hair Casting cries To celestial Deities To return Her beauty from the Urn To remain Unparallel'd on earth again When streight a sound From the ground Piercing the Air Cried shee 's dead Her soul is fled Unto a place more rare You Spirits that do keep The dust of those that sleep Under ground Hear the sound Of a Swain That folds his arms all in vain To the Ashes he adores For pity do not fright Him wandring in the night When he laves Virgins graves From his eies Contributing sad laments Unto their memories And when my name is read In number of the Dead Some one may In charity repay My soul the tribute that I gave And howl some Requiem on my grave Then weep no more weep no more Souls rest from care Since she is dead Her soul is fled Unto a place more rare A Prognostication upon Cards and Dice BEfore the sixth day of the next New-year Strange wonders in this Kingdom shall appear Four Kings shall be assembled in this Isle Where they shall raise great tumults for a while Many men then shall have an end of crosses And many likewise shall sustein great losses Many that are now joiful and full glad Shall at that time be sorrowful and sad Full many a Christians heart shall quake for fear The dreadful sound of Trump when he shall hear Dead Bones then shall be tumbled up and down In every City and in every Town By day and night this tumult shall not cease Until a Herald shall proclaim a Peace A Herald strange whose like was never born Whose mouth is flesh and very beard is horn FINIS
Lawrel grace An Embleme of Loves glory his disgrace Shall he I say be term'd a Foot-boy now That made all powers in heaven and earth to bow Or is 't a fancy which themselves do frame And therefore dare baptize by any name A flaming straw which one spark kindles bright And first hard breath out of it self doth fright Whose father was a smile and death a frown Soon proud of little and for less cast down 'T is so and this a Lackey term you may For it runs oft and makes but shortest stay But thou O Love free from times eating rust That set'st a limit unto boundless Lust Making desire grow infinitely strong And yet to one chast subject doth belong Bridling self-love that flatters us in ease Quickning our wits to strive that they may please Fixing the wandring thoughts of straying youth The firmest band of Faith the knot of Truth Thou that didst never lodge in worthless heart Thou art a Master wheresoe're thou art Thou mak'st food loathsome sleep to be unrest Lost labour easeful scornful looks a feast And when thou wilt thy joies as far excell All else as when thou punishest thy Hell O make that Rebel feel thy matchless power Thou that mad'st Jove a Bull a Swan a Shower Give him a love as tyrannous as fair That his desire go yoaked with despair Live in her eies but in her frozen heart Let no thaw come that may have sence of smart Let her a constant silence never break Till he do wish repulse to hear her speak And last such sence of error let him have As he may never dare for mercy crave Then none wil more capitulate with thee But of their hearts will yield the Empire free R. NO praise it is that him who Python slew Love at his own try'd weapon did subdue To all clear minds it doth most clearly prove The greatest Monster of the two was Love O What a wretched power is thaâ— and strange To be invok't which hath such power to change Our heavenly part into a Beast a Tree Things which sensual still or sensless be He that so well is read in Loves brave story And is so jealous of his wayning glory How could he omit like a young beginner Hercule the strong Loves valiant Spinner But what boots it his famous acts to name When in them lyes concea'ld his greater shame For this declares that at his cheapest rate He alwayes makes a man effeminate And whosoever Loves he down doth bring From that he was into some meaner thing Shews him ridiculous to standers by And quite bereaves him of perceiving why Nâ—w why should Love a Foot-boys place despise When higher then the Earth he doth not rise And I have often seen his Greatness trudge In little Errands like a worthless Drudge I will send him at any time a mile To fetch me thence the meaning of a smile A look a not-look a silence a frown For Privatives hee 'l lacky up and down Yet let no man believe what he doth say Faâ—se answers still he coyneth by the way 'T is well if he this title high can keep For where love cannot go 't is known hee 'l creep And fit it is the Rule which he hath got From Reason by a base usurping Pâ—ot By under-means should likewise be maintain'd Power evermore is held as it is gain'd Base Love the stain of Youth the scorn of Age The folly of a Man a Womans rage Order's Consounder Secret's light discloser Disturber of all sorts a King's deposer The canker of a froward Wit thou art The business of an idle empty heart The rack of jealousie and sad Mistrust The smooth and justifi'd Excuse of Lust The thief which wasts the taper of our life The quiet Name of restless jarres and strife The Fâ—ye which doth corrupt and quite distast All happiness if thou therein becast The greatest and the most conceal'd Imposter That ever vain Credulity did foster A Mountebank extolling trifles small A jugler playing loose not fast with all An Alchimist whose Promises are Gold Payment but Dross and Hope at highest sold This this is Love and worse then I can say Where he a Master is and bears the sway He guides like Phaeton burns and destroys Parches and stifles what else would be joys But when clear Reason sitteth in the throne Governs his beams which otherwise are none But darts and mischief then sun like he Doth actuate produce ripen and free From grossness those good seeds which in us lye Till then as in a grave and there would dye All high Perfections in a perfect Lover His warmth doth cherish and his light discover He gives an even temper of delight Without a minutes loss no fears affright Nor interrupt the joyes such love doth bring Nor no enjoying can dry up the spring Unto another he lends out our pleasure That with the use it may come home a treasure Pure lynk of bodies where no lust controuls The fatness and security of souls Sweetest path of life Virtue in full sail Fresh budding hope whose fruit doth never fail To this dear Love I do not Rebel stand Though not employed yet ready at command But as for him who in his fit did curse And rave at me I cannot wish him worse Then he already doth appear to bee Full of distemper in extream degree In this hard state he rather needeth prayer His strong deluded fancy to repair Wherefore O Reason high thou who art King Of the worlds King and dost in order bring The wilde affections which so often swerve From thy just Rule and Rebell Passion serve Thou without whose light Loves fire is smoke Puts out eyes and mind all true sense doth choke Restore this man unto himself again Send him a lively feeling of his pain Give him a healthy and discerning taste Of food and rest that he may rise at last By strength of thee from this strange strong Disease Wherein the danger is that it doth please What help for him who takes his sickness part It must be only thy great work and art Provide him also of thy sober hand A thrifty course of breath which long may stand Least he in sighes do prodigally spend Before one loving Moon do change and end More then would find him life for many years If he were rid of these false-seeming fears Grant this O Reason at his deep request Who never lov'd to see thy power supprest And now to you Sir Love your love I crave Of you no Mast'ry I desire to have But that we may like honest friends agree Let us to Reason fellow-servants be P. IT is enough a Master you grant Love At one weapon 't was all I sought to prove For worth not weakness makes him use but one While that subdues all strength all Are alone I studied not examples in this kind They were far harder to avoid then find And that to worthless forms Love changeth us Makes not him blush not his ridiculous For in his
removed stand Till I whose absence seemingly was mourn'd Should from a forreign Kingdom be return'd Of this thou mad'st Religion and an oath But see the frailty of a womans troth Scarce had the sun to many rooms assign'd Been thrice within the changeful waves confin'd And I scarce three dayes journey from thine eyes When thou new love in thy heart didst devise And gav'st the Reliques of thy Virgin-head Upon the easiest prayer that could be said T is true I left thee to a dangerous age VVhere vice in Angels shape does title wage VVith ancient vertue both disguising so That hardly weaker eyes can either know Besides I left thee in the hour of fears And in the covetous spring of all thy years what time a beauty that hath well begun Asks other then the solace of a Nun. But since thy wanton soul so deer did prize The game that thou for it didst underprize Thy faith and all that to good fame belongs Couldst thou not cover it from common tongues But cheapest eyes must see thee do amiss My Rhimes that won thee never taught thee this Thou might'st have wandered in the pathes of love And neither leaf-less hill nor shady grove Have been unpressed by thy wanton weight Yet thou thought honest hadst thou used slight Much care and business hath the chastest Dame To guard her self from undeserved blame VVhat artifice and cunning then must serve To colour them that just reproof deserve 'T is not a work for ev'ry woman's wit And the less marvel thou neglectedst it That which amazes me the most is this That having never trodden but amiss And done me wrongs that do as much deny To suffer measure as infinity When I approach thou turn'st thy head awry As if sore eyes and scorn could satisfie Can second wrongs the former expiate And work them out of memory and date Or teach me ill in humane Precepts durst That second wrongs can expiate the first Thou art malicious as incontinent And mightst have met with such a Patient Whose wronged vertue to just rage invited Would have reveng'd and in thy dust delighted But I that have no gall when once I love And whom no great thing under heav'n can move Am well secur'd from Fortunes weak alarms And free from apprehension as from harms Thus do I leave thee to the multitude That on my leaving hastily intrude Enjoy thou many or rejoice in one I was before them and before me none A DIALOGUE MAN P. BE not proud 'cause fair and trim But let those lips be basted Those eyes will hollow prove and dim That lip and brow be wasted And to love who 'l be perswaded Sullyed Flowers or beauty faded WOMAN R. Could Rose or Lilly purer be 'Cause they smelt or look't like me Yet pride should never reach my mind But beauty though it useless lye Is kept from stains by being laid by So'ts better to be chaste then kind MAN P. Oh thou art soft as is the air Or the words that court thee fair Then let those flames by Lovers felt That scorcht my heart make thine to melt WOMAN R. Thy words are sweet as is deceit Sugred as the Lovers bait And do whisper in mine ear Love makes bargains sweet but dear MAN P. Thou know'st not then that all the fair Give youth to Love and age to Prayer WOMAN R. T is a Doctrine cannot be Sound in you or safe in me R. On black Hair and Eyes IF shadows be the Pictures Excellence And make them seem more lively to the sence If stars in the bright day are lost from sight And seem most glorious in the mask of Night Why would you think rare Creature that you lack Perfection cause your hair and eyes are black Or that your heavenly beauty that exceeds The new-sprung Lillies in their Maiden-heads The damask colour of your cheeks and lips Should suffer by their darkness an Eclips Rich Diamonds shine brightest being set And compassed within a Foyle of Jet Nor was it fit that Nature should have made So bright a sun to shine without some shade It seems that Nature when she first did fancy Your rare Composure studied Negromancy That when to you this gift she did impart She used altogether the black Art By which infused Power from Magick took You do command all spirits with a look She drew those Magick Circles in your eyes And made your hair the Chain wherewith she tyes Rebelling hearts those blew veins which appear Winding Meanders about either Sphere Mysterious Figures are and when you list Your voice commandeth as the Exorcist Oh if in Magick you have power so far Vouchsafe me to be your Familiar Nor hath Dame Nature her black Art reveal'd To outward parts alone some lie conceal'd For as by heads of Springs men often know The nature of the streams that run below So your black hair and eies do give direction To think the rest to be of that complexion That rest where all rest lies that blesseth man That Indian Mine that Streight of Magilon That world-dividing Gulf where he that venters With swelling sails and ravisht sences enters To a new world of bliss Pardon I pray If my rude Muse presumeth to display Secrets unknown or hath her bounds o're-past In praising sweetness which I never did taste Starv'd men do know there 's meat blind men may Though hid from light presume there is a day The Rover in the mark his arrow sticks Sometimes as well as he that shoots at pricks And if that I might aim my shaft aright The black mark I would hit and not the white BENJ. RVDIER TO THE PRINCE At his Return from SPAIN SIR such my fate was that I had no store T' erect a goodly Pile before my doore Nor were my Flagons tyr'd by being taught Their several stages up and down the Vault Upon the great blest Day of your return Wherein nothing at all was seen to mourn Except it were the Heavens and well they might Fearing our triumphs should outshine their light So open hearted men were as ' t' had been No point of faith to think excess a sin The poor man trickt himself with wine that day And did not fear to make his Landlord stay The Tradesman shut his shop and did not care For the retailing his neglected ware For well he knew there landed on the shore A prize that him and all the Isle might store The In-land liver that could never find The east from west but by a Church nor wind In his lives compass ever yet did know But that which to his Summer-fruit 's a foe Was better learnt and now he knew by art What fill'd your sails what wind fill'd his heart I that have sence of blessings cannot show In outward things the joy that I do owe And thanks to heaven for your safe return Yet have a fire within them that do burn As bright as theirs which never shall decay Till fate assign to me a further day R. 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in a Man WHat if rude Nature hath less care exprest About thy shape or wantonly in jest Compos'd thee or maliciously in despight Or lame with her left hand or without light Be but as bold thou may'st as well find Grace As one that hath the most corrected face Or level'd trunck whose neatness to beget A Taylor and a Barbers virtue met Upon a Semster for a woman's eye Seldom betrayes her heart to Cemetry But some ill-favour'd thought that bears more sway To foulest hope oft times prepares a way Either that beauty fairest doth appear When some deformed obect's planted near Or Sovereignty at which they chiefly aim Is then most absolute when men can claim Least favour he who hopes or strives t' approve His person doth submit and yeild to Love Upon conditions but that man whose state Himself consider'd seems quite desperate Stoops to all usage and will live or dye To serve or suffer under tyranny Some of these Reasons or some els unknown It may be more or it may be none An Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke VNderneath this sable Herse Lyes the subject of all Verse Syanâ—y's Sister Pembroke's Mother Death ere thou hast kill'd another Learned fair and good as she Time shall throw a dart at thee Marble Giles let no man raise To her Name for after-dayes Some kind woman born as she Reading this like Niobe Shall turn Marble and become Both her Mourner and her Tomb Sonnet P. BLind beauty If it be a loss To loose so poor a man As neither multiply nor cross good or bad fortune can Then are you poorer then you were for I am gotten free Unwilling to acquaint your ear with what your eye might see What needed words when from mine eyes such sparks of Love flew out That you might easily surmise his fires were there about Though I forsook the beaten way the path in which I trod Such as know all Love's Countrey say was nearer then the Road The tongue did great exploits at first so did the Canon too But both those now have done their worst and no such wonders do As Engines of a naughty sort for Love to use in fight After to make a loud report then carry to the white I was a Lanthorn all of Love though of the closer kind Directing you which way to move When it did others blind And you might alwaies undescri'd have walkt from place to place Had you not turn'd the shining side backwards upon your face So since not want of light in me but that ill govern'd light Both made your self unapt to see And taught the blinde their sight Henceforth I 'le close the Lanthorn quite To expiate that sin And seem without as dark as night though bright as day within Mark how you Eddie steales a way From the rude stream into the Bay There lockt up safe she doth divorce Her waters from the Channels course And scorns the torrent that did bring Her head-long from her native spring Now doth she with her new Love play Whilst he runs murmuring away Mark how she courts the banks whilst they As amorously their armes display T' embrace and clip her silver waves See how she strokes their sides and craves An entrance there which they deny Whereat she frowns threatning to fly Home to her stream and 'gins to swim Backward but from the Channells brim Smiling returns into the Creek With thousand dimples on her cheek Be thou this Eddie and I 'le make My brest thy shore where thou shalt take Secure repose and never dream Of the quite forsaken stream Let him to the wyld Ocean haste There loose his Colour name and taste Thou shalt save all and safe from him Within these armes for ever swim Of Jealousie Qu. FRom whence was first this Fury hurl'd This Jealousie ino the world Came she from hel No there doth reign Eternall hatred with disdain But she the daughter is of Love Sister of beauty Resp. Then above She must derive from the third sphere Her heavenly off-spring Ans. Neither there From those immortal flames could she Draw her cold frozen pedigree Qu. If not in heaven nor hell where then Had she her birth An I' th hearts of men Beauty and Fear did her create Younger then Love elder then Hate Sister to both by Beauties side To Love by Fear to Hate ally'd Despair her issue is whose race Of frightful issues drowns the space Of the wide Earth in a swolne flood Of wrath revenge spight rage and blood Qu. Oh how can such a spurious Line Proceed from Parents so divine Ans. As streams which from the Christal spring Do sweet and dear their waters bring Yet mingling with the brackish Main Nor taste nor colour they retain Qu. Yet Rivers 'twixt their own bancks flow Still fresh Can Jealousie do so Ans. Yes while she keeps the stedfast ground O hope and fear her equal bound Hope sprung from favour worth or chance Towards the fair Object doth advance Whilst fear as watchful Centinel Doth the invading foe repel And Jealousie thus mixt doth prove The season and the salt of Love But when fear takes a larger scope Stifling the child of Reason Hope Then sitting in the usurped throne She like a tyrant rules alone As the wild Ocean unconfin'd And raging as the Northern wind P. Sonnet LAdies flee from Loves sweet tale Oaths steept in tears do oft prevail Grief is infectious and the air Inflam'd with sighs will blast the Fair Then stop your ears when Lovers cry Least your self weeping with soft eye Shall with a sorrowing tear repay That pitty which you cast away Young men flee when beauty darts Amorous glances at your hearts A quick eye gives the surer aim And Ladies lips have power to maim Now in her lips now in her eyes Lap't in a kiss or smile Love lyes Then flee betimes for onely they Do conquer Love that run away Sonnet FYe that men should so complain Of women for unkindness And accuse them of disdain when 't is but their own blindness For though at first they do seem coy and use a faint denial It is not fit they should enjoy that can abide no tryal Constant Love is like to Fire that being opprest burns clearer And women know when they retire It makes true Love love dearer How many favors should they miss what wooing and protesting Wer 't not they use some art in this and feed them with contesting Women therefore wisely seem at first the more disdainful Because they think that men esteem that sweet that 's somewhat painful But henceforth learn although they swear And vow they cannot love you Do not believe them never fear 'T is but their art to prove you P. SONG SAy pretty wanton tell me why Thou canst not love so well as I Sit thee down and thou shalt see That I delight in none but thee Say pretty wanton be not coy For thou alone art all my joy If a smile thou wilt not lend Yet let thy
to harbor wo Where Owls and Ravens horrid cries Shall Eccho forth my miseries My meat shall be of troubled cares My drink shall be of brinish tears My house shall be of the dark Cell Where no house is there will I dwell The hardest rock shall be my bed Whereon to rest my troubled head In stead of man's society Wild beasts shall keep me company I will converse without all fear With Lyon Tiger Woolf or Bear No Musick but their roaring cries Each night shall close my wretched eies Death's living Tomb thus will I be And living dye continually To Birds and VVorms I 'le it expose That on my body when I dye They may engrave this Elegie No solemn burial will I crave My Cell shall be my Tomb and Grave And ere I breath my last thereon I 'le write this sad Inscription Here lies inclosed in this Tomb He that indur'd Loves Martyrdom Amintas P. CLoris sate and sitting slept Sleeping sighed and sighing wept Sate slept and sigh'd wept again For Ami t as that was slain Oh! had you seen his face said she How fair how full of Majesty And there she stopt And there she cry'd Amintas Amintas And so she dy'd Sonnet P. GO Soul the Bodies Guest Upon a thankless Errand Fear not to teach the best The truth shall be thy warrant Go since thou must needs dye And tell them all they lye Say to the Court it glows and shines like rotten wood Say to the Church it shows what 's good but doth not good If Court and Church reply Then give them all the lye Tell Protestants they live acting but others actions Not lov'd unless they give not strong but by their factions It Protestants reply Give Protestants the lye Tell men of high Condition that rule affairs of State Their purpose is ambition their practice onely hate And if they once reply Then give them all the lye Tell Wit it wants Devotion tell Love it is bur Lust Tell time it is but motion tell Flesh it is but Dust And wish them not reply For thou must give the lye Tell those that brave it most They beg for more by spending And in their greatest cost seek nothing but commending And if they once reply Then give them all the lye Tell Age it daily wasteth tell Honour how it alters Tell Beauty how she blasteth tell favour that she falters And as they do reply Give every one the lye Tell Wit how it wrangles in tricks and points of niceness Tell Wisdom she entangles her self in others wiseness And as they do reply So give them all the lye Tell Physick of her boldness tell Skill it is perversion Tell Charity of her coldness tell Law it is contention And if they do reply Then give them all the lye Tell Fortune of her blindness tell Nature of decay Tell Friendship of unkindness tell Justice of delay And if they do reply Then give them all the lye P. On a Fountain THE Dolphins trifling each on others side For joy lept up and gazing there abide And whereas other Waters fish do bring Lo here from Fishes do the Waters spring Who think 't is more glorious to give Then to receive the Juice by which they live And by this Milk-white Bason learn they may That pure hands you should bring or bear away For which each Bason wants no Furniture Each Dolphin wailing makes his Mouth an Ewre You 're welcome then you well may understand When Fish themselves give Water to your hand To a Friend P. LIke to a hand which hath been us'd to play One Lesson long still runs the usual way And waits not what the Hearers bids it strike But doth presume by Custom this will like So run my thoughts which are so perfect grown So well acquainted with my passion That now they dare prevent me with their hast And ere I think to sigh my sigh is past 'T is past and flown to you for you alone Are all the Objects that I think upon And did not you supply my soul with thought For want of action they would muse of nought What though our absent hands may not infold Real â—mbraces yet we firmly hold Each other in Possession thus we see The Lord enjoys his Lands where'ere be If Kings possest no more then where they sate How were theirs greater then a mean Estate This makes me firmly yours you firmly mine That something more then bodies us combine P. On his Mistress KEep on your Mask and hide your Eye For with beholding you I dye Your fatal Beauty Gorgon-like Dead with astonishment will strike Your piercing Eyes if them I see Are worse then Basilisks to me Shut from my sight those Hills of Snow Their melting Vallies do not show Those Azure pathes lead to despair O! vex me not forbear forbear For whilst I thus in torments dwell The sight of Heav'n is worse then Hell Your dainty Voice and warbling-breath Sounds like a Sentence past for death Your dandling Tresses are become Like Instruments of Final Doom O! if an Angel torture so When Life is done where shall I go P. In praise of his Mistris IRONICE MY Mistris hath a precious Eye But that alas it looks awry And like the Silver is her Hair But it is Nitty every where And for a Brow as black as Jet But it is greasie all with swet As for her Nose O dainty Bill But it is ever dropping still And for her Lips both fair smooth But slavers like a Landress Booth And not a Tooth within her head But like a Pearl unpolished As for her Tongue without compare It never talks but out of square And for her Chin O pretty chap But that it hath a woolly Nap As for her Neck both fair and white But carries not the head aright And for her Brests both full and soft But that it hath been milcht too oft As for her belly and her back Acquainted how to bear a pack And for the best that is untold Alas it hath been bought and sold As for her Thighs good flesh and fat But rough and furred like a Cat And for her Feet and for her Toes If that you do not stop your Nose The scent will teach your patience She is all sweet Sir-reverence Translated out of FRENCH LOVE the great Workman a new World hath made The Earth's my Faith wth steddy firmness Crown'd The Earth's of the Universe for Centre laid So is my Faith of this fair World the Ground If any motion of a jealous War Shakes my heart's Faith and lead it into error 'T is as when Winds that in the Earth pris'ned are Make Earthquakes that affect the earth with terror My tears are th' Ocean for to draw them dry Were no less work then to suck up the Sea The storms that raise these billows in mine eye Are dear the fears of you not loving me The Sea is salt although his Waters be Assembled Rivers first and sweet enough Much Salter are my tears