hand would do To Flavia Song T Is not your beauty can ingage My wary heart The Sun in all his pride and rage Has not that Art And yet hee shines as bright as you If brightnesse could our soules subdue T is not the pretty things you say Nor those you write VVhich can make Thirsis heart your prey For that delight The graces of a well-taught minde In some of our own wee finde No Flavia t is your love I feare Loves surest darts Those which so seldome faile him are Headed with hearts Their very shaddowes make us yeeld Dissemble well and win the field On my Lady Isabella playing on the Lute SUch moving sounds from such a carelesse touch So unconcern'd her self and wee so much VVhat Art is this that with so little paines Transports us thus and o're the spirit reignes The trembling strings above her fingers proud And tell their joy for every kisse aloud Small force there needs to make thee tremble so Touch't by that hand who would not tremble tro Heer Love takes stand and while shee charms the eare Empties his quiver on the listning Deere Musick so softens and disarmes the mind That not an Arrow does resistance find Thus the faire tyrant celebrates the prize And acts her self the triumph of her eyes So Nero once with harpe in hand survay'd His flaming Rome and as it burnt he play'd The Fall SEe how the will-earth gives way To take th' impression where she lay See how the mould as loath to leave So sweet a burden still doth cleave Close to the Nymphs stain'd garment here The comming Spring would first appear And all this place with roses strow If busie feet would let them grow Here Venns smil'd to see blinde chance It selfe before her son advance And a fair image to present Of what the Boy so long had meant â— was such a chance as this made all The World into this order fall Thus the first lovers on the clay Of which they were composed lay So in their prime with equall grace Met the first patternes of our race Then blush not faire or on him frowne Or wonder how you both came downe But touch him and hee l tremble strait How could he then support your weight How could the Youth alas but bend When his whole heaven upon him lean'd If ought by him amisse were done â— was that he let you rise so soon Of Silvia OUr sighs are heard just heav'n declares The sense it has of lovers cares She that so far the rest outshin'd Silvia the faire whiles she was kinde As if her frowns impair'd her brow Seems only not unhandsome now So when the skie makes us endure A storme it selfe becomes obscure Hence 't is that I conceale my flame Hiding from Flavias selfe her name Lest she provoking heaven should prove How it rewards neglected love Better a thousand such as I Their griefe untold should pine and dye Then her bright morning overcast With sullen clouds should be defac't The Budd LAtely on yonder swelling busâ—â— Big with many a comming Rose This early Bud began to blush And did but halfe it self disclose And pluck't it though no better gâ—owhâ— Yet now you see how full t is blowâ—â— Still as I did the leaves inspire With such a purple light they shon As if they had bin made of fire And â—preading so would flame anon All that was meant by ayre or sun To the young flower my breath has done If our loose breath so much can doe What may the same informe's of love Of purest love and musick too When Flavia it aspires to move When that which lifeleâ—se buds perâ—wades To wax more â—oft her youth invades To a Lady singing a Song of his composing CHloris your selfe you so excell When you vouchsafe to breath my thought That like a spirit with this spell Of my owne teaching I am taught That Eagles fate and mine are one Which on that shaft that made him dye Espy'd a feather of his owne Wherewith he meant to soare so high Had eccho with so sweet a grace Narcissns loud complaints return'd Not for reflexion of his face But of his voyce the Boy had mourn'd At the mariage of the Dwarâ—fes THe signe or chance makes others wive But nature did this match contrive Eve might as well have Adam fled As she deny'd her little bed To him for whom heaven seem'd to frame And measure out this only dame Thrice happy is that humble paire Beneath the levell of all care Over whose heads those arrows â—lye Of sad distrust and jealousie Secur'd in as high extream As if the world held none but them To him the fairest Nimphs doe shew Like moving mountains top't with snow And every Man a Polipheme Does to his Galatea seem None may presume her faith to prove He proâ—fers death that proffers love Ah Cloris that kind nature thus From all the world had sever'd us Creating for our selves us two As love has me for only you Vpon Ben. Iohnson MIrror of Poets mirror of our age Which her whole face beholding on thy stage Pleas'd and displeas'd with her owne faults indures A remedy like those whom musique cures Thou hast alone those various inclinations Which Nature gives to Ages Sexes Nations Hast tracked with thy All-reâ—embling Pen What ever custome has impos'd on men Or ill got habit which deserts them so That scarce one brother can the brother know Is representing to the wondring eyes Of all that see or read thy Comedies Who ever in those glasses looke may finde The spots return'd or graces of the minde And by the helpe of so divine an Art At leisure view and dresse his nobler part Narcissus couzened by that â—latt'ring Well And nothing could but of his beauty tell Had here discovering that the deform'd statâ— Of his fond mind preserv'd himselâ—e with hate But vertue too as well as vice is clad In flesh and bloud so well that Plato had Beheld what his high fancie once embrac't Vertue with â—olours speech and motion grac't The sundry postures of thy copious muse Who would expreâ—se a thousand tongues must use Whose fate 's no lesse peculiar then thy Art For as thou couldst all characters impart 〈◊〉 none could render thine who still escapes â—ike Protâ—us in variety of shapes Who was nor this nor that but all wee finde And all wee can imagine in mankinde To Mr. George Sands on his Translation of some parts of the Bible HOw bold a work attempts that pen Which would inrich our vulgar tongue With the high raptures of those men Who here with the same spirit sung Wherewith they now assist the Quire Of Angels who their Songs admire What-ever those inspired soules Were uâ—ged to expresse did shake The aged deep and both the Poles Their num'rous Thunder could awake Dull earth which does with heaven consent To all they wrote and all they meant Say Sacred Bard what could bestow Courage on thee to â—oare so high Tell meâ— brave Friend
power that gave The peace and glory which these alleys have Embroydred so with flowers where she stood That it became a garden of wood Her presence has such more then humane grace That it can civilize the rudest place And beauty too and order can impart Where nature nere intended it nor art The plants acknowledge this and her admire No lesse then those of old did Orpheus Lire If she sit downe with tops all toward her bow'd They round about her into arbours crowd Or if she walke in even ranks they stand Like some well marshall'd and obsequious band Amphion so made stones and timber leap Into fair figures from a confus'd heap And in the symetry of her parts is found A power like that of harmony in sound Yeâ— lofâ—y beeches tell this matchlesse dame That if together ye feâ—d all on one flame It could not equalize the hundred part Of what her eyes have kindled in my heart Goe boy and carve this passion on the barke Of yonder tree which stands the sacred marke Of noble Sidneys birth when such beninge Such more then mortall making stars did shine That there they cannot buâ— for ever prove The monument and pledge of humble love His humble love whose hope shall nere rise higher Then for a pardon that he dares admire To my Lord of Leiâ—â—ster NOt that thy trees at Pens-hurst grone Oppressed with their timely load And seem to make their silent moan That their great Lord is now abroad They to delight his taste or eye Would spend themselves in fruit and dye Not that thy harmlesse Deere repine And thinke themselves unjustly staine By any other hand then thine Whose arrows they would gladly staine No nor thy frienâ—s which hold too deare That peace with France which keeps thee there All these are lesse then that great cause Which none exacts your presence here Wherein there meet the divers laws Of publiqae and domestique care For one bright Nimph our youth contendâ— And on your prudent choice depends Not the bright shield of Thetis sun For which such steroe debate did rise That the great Ajax Telemon â—â—efus'd to live without the prize Those Achave Peers did more engage Then she the gallants of our age That beam of beauty which begun To warme us so when thou wert here Now scorches like the raging sun When Syriâ—s does first appeare O six this slame and let despaire Redeem the rest from endlesse careâ— To my young Lady Lucy Sidney VVHy came I so untimely forth Into a world which wanting thee Could entertaine us with no worth Or shadow of felicity That time should me so far remove From that which I was borne to love Yet fairest blossome doe not slight That age which you must know so soon The rosie morne resignes her light And milder glory to the moon And then what wonders shall you doe Whole dawning beauâ—y warmes us so Hope waits upon the slowry prime And summer though it be lestle gay Yet is not look't on as a time Of declination or decay For with a full hand that doth bring All that was promis'd by the spring Of the Lady who can sleep when she pleases NO wonder sleep from carefull lovers â—lyes To bathe himself in Sacharissa's eyes As faire Aftrea once from earth to heaven By strife and loud impiety was driven So with our plaints offended and our tears Wife Somnus to that Paradise repaires Waits on her will and wretches does forsake To court the nimph for whom those Wretches Wake More proud then Phoeâ—us of his throne of gold Is the soft god those softer lims to hold Nor would exchange with love to hide the skies In darkning clouds the power to close her eyes Eyes which so far all other lights controul They Warme our mortall parts but these our soule Let her free spirit whose unconquer'd breast Holds such deep quiet and untroubled rest Know that though Venus and her son should spare Her Rebell heart and never teach her care Yet Hymen may inforce her vigils keep And for anothers joy suspend her sleep Of the mis-repore of her being painted As when a sort of Wolves infelt the night With their wilde howlings at fair Cinthia's light The noyse may chase sweet slumber from our eyes But never reach the mistresse of the skies So with the news of Sacharissa's wrongs Her vexed servants blame those envious tonguâ—â— Call love to witnesse that no painted fire Can scorch men so or kindle such desire While unconcerned she seems mov'd no more With this new malice then our loves before But from the height of her great mind looks down On both our passions without smile or frown So little care of what is done below Hath the bright dame whom heaven affecteth so Paints her 't is true with the same hand which spreads Like glorious colours through the flowry mâ—ads When lavish nature with her best attire Clothes the gay spring the sâ—ason of desire Paints her 't is true does her cheek adorne With the same art wherewith she paints the morne With the same art wherewith she gildeth so Those painted clouds which forme Thaumantiasâ—ow Of her passing through a crowd of people AS in old Chaos Heaven with earth confus'd And stars with rocks together crush'd and bruis'â— The Sun his light no further could extend Then the next hill which on his shoulders lean'd So in this throng bright Sacharissa far'd Oppress'd by those who strove to be her guard As ships though never so obsequious fall Foule in a tempest on their Admirall A greater â—avour this disorder brought Unto her servants then their a wâ—â—ll thought Durst entertain when thus compell'd they prest The yeelding marble of her snowy brâ—ast While love insults disguised in a cloud And welcome force of the unruly crowd So th' amorous tree while yet the aire is calme Just distance keeps from his desired palme But when the winde her ravish't branches throws Into her armes and mingles all their bows Though loath he seems her tender leaves to presse More loath he is that friendly storme should cease From whose rude bounty he the double use At once receives of pleasure and excuse SONG SAy lovely dreame where couldst thou findâ— Shades to counterfeit that face Colours of this glorious kinde Come not from any mortâ—ll race In heaven it selfe thâ—u sure wer't dreâ—t With that Angell-like disguise Thus deluded am I blest And see my joy with closed eyes But at this Image is too kinde To be other then a dream Cruell Sacharissa's minde Never put on that sweet extream Faire dream if thou intend'st me grace Change that heavenly face of thine Paint despis'd love in thy face And make it to appear like mine Pale wan and meager let it looke With a pity moving shape Such as wander by the brook Of Lethe or from graves escape Then to that matchlesse Nymph appear In whose shape thou shinest so Softly in her sleeping ear With humble words expresse my woe Perhaps from greatnesse state
love how time resumes The glory which he 〈◊〉 these flowers Though none should â—aste their sweet perfumes Yet must they live but some few houres Time what we forbear devoures Had Hellen or th' Aegyptian Queen Bin 〈◊〉 so 〈◊〉 of their graces The 〈◊〉 beauties must at leâ—gth have bin The 〈◊〉 of age which finds out faces In the most retired places Should some malignant planet bring A barren drought or ceaselesse showre Upon the Autumne or the Spring And spare us neither fruit nor flower Winter would not stay an houre Could the resolve of loves neglect Preserve ye from the violation Of comming years then more respect Were due to so divine a fashion Nor would I divulge my passion The Misers speech in a Mask BAlls of this mettall slack'd Atlanta's pace And on the amoâ—ous youth bestow'd the race Venus the Nymphs mind measuring by her own Whom the rich spoyles of Cities overthrown Had prostrated to Mars could well advise Th' adventrous lover how to gain the prise Nor leâ—â—e may Iupiter to gold ascribe When he turn'd himselfe into a bribe Who can blame â—Diana or the brazen tower That they which stood not the Almighty showre Never till then did love make Iove pat on A forme more bright and noble then his owne Nor were it just would he resume that shape That slack devotion should his thunder scape â—Twas not revenge for griev'd Apollos wrong Those asses eaâ—s on Mida's Temple hung But fond repentance of his happy wish Because his meat grew mettall like his dish Would Bacchus blesse me so I de constant hold Unto my wish and dye creating gold To my Lord of Northumberland upon the death of his Lady TO this great losse a Sea of Tears is due But the whole debt not to be paid by you Charge not your self with all nor render vain Those showers the eyes of us your servants raine Shall grief contract the largenesse of that heart In which nor fear not anger haâ— a part Vertue would blush if time should boast which cries Her sole child dead their tender mothers eyes Your minds relief where reason triumphs so Over all passions that they nere could grow Beyond their limits in your noble breast To harm another or impeach your rest This we observ'd delighting to obey One who did never from his great self stray Whose milde example seemed to engage Th' obsequious Seas and teach them not to rage The brave Emilius his great charge laid down The force of Rome and fate of Macedon In his loâ—t sons did feel the cruell stroke Of changing fortune and thus highly spoke Before Romes people we did oft implore That if the Heavens had any ill in store For your Emilâ—us they would powre it still On his own House and let you flourish still You on the barren Sea my Lord have spent Whole Springs and Summers to the publique lent Suspended all the pleasures of your life And shortned the short joy of such a wife For which your Countrey 's more obliged then For many lives of old lesse happie men You that have sacâ—ificâ—d to great a part Of youth and private bâ—sse ought to impart Your sorrow too and give your friends a right As well in your affliction as delight Then with Emilian courage bear this crosse Since publique persons onely publique losse Ought to affect and though her form and youth Her application to your will and truth That noble sweetnesse and that humble state All snatcht away by such a hasty fate Might give excuse to any common brest With the huge weight of so such grief opprest Yet let no portion of your life be stain'd With passion but your character maintain'd To the last act it is enough her Stone May honoured be with superscription Of the sole Lady who had power to move The great Northumberland to grieve and love To my Lord Admirall of his late sicknesse and Recovery VVIth joy like ours the Thracian youth invades Or pheus returning from thâ—â—Elisian shades Embrace the Hero and his stay implore Make it their publick suit he would no more Desert them so and for his Spouses sake His vanish't love tâ—mpt the Lethean lake The Laâ—ye◠〈…〉 â—rightest of that time Ambiâ—â—ous all his loâ—â—y bed to câ—â—me Their doubtfull hopes with expectation feed Who shall the faire Euridice succeed Euridice for whom his numâ—rous moan Makes listning trees and salvage mountains groan Through â—ll the aire his sounding strings dilate Sorrow like that which touch our hearts of late Your pining sicknesse and your restlesse pain At once the land affâ—cting and the main When the glad news that you were Admirall Scarce through the Nation spread 't was fear'd by all That our great Charles whose wisdome shines in you Would be perplexed how to chuse anew So more then private was the joy and griefe That at the worst it gave our soules reliefe That in our age such sense of vertue liv'd They jâ—y'd so justly and justly griev'd 〈◊〉 her fairest lights eclipsed seems Hâ—r selfe to suffer in those sharpe extreams While not from thine alone thy bloud retires But from those cheeks which all the world admires the stem thus threatned and the sap in thee Droop all the branches of that noble tree Their beauty they and we our loves suspend Nougâ—t can our wishes save thy health intend As lillies overcharg'd with raine they bend Their beauteous heads and with high heaven contend â—old thâ—e within their snowy armes and cry 〈◊〉 is too faultlesse and too young to dye So like immortalls round about thee they 〈◊〉 that they fright approaching death away Who would not languish by so fair a train To be lamented and restor'd again Or thus with-held what hasty soule would go Though to the blest ore young Adonis so Fair Venus mourn'd and with the pretious showre Of her warme tears cherish't the springing flower The next support fair hope of your great name And second pillar of that noble frame By losse of thee would no advantage have But step by step pursues thee to the grave And now relâ—ntlâ—sse fate about to end The line which backward does so far extend That antique stock which still the world supplyeâ— With bravest spirits and with brightest eyes Kinde Phoebus interposing bid me say Such storms no more shall shake that house but they Like Neptune and his Sea-borne neece shall be The shining glories of the Land and Sea With courage guard and beauty warme our age And lovers fill with like Poetique rage On the friendship betwixt Sacharissa and Amorett TEll me lovely loving paire Why so kinde and so severe Why so carelesse of our care Only to prove your selves so deare By this cunning change of hearts You the power of love controule While the boyes deluded darts Can arrive at neither soule For in vain to either breast Still beguiled love does come Where he finds a forrain gâ—uest Neither of your hearts at home Debtors thus with like designe When they never
All to our female Idoll bend Whilest her high pride does scarce descend To marke their follyes he would sweare That these her guard of Eunuchs were And that a more Majestique Queen Or humbler slaves he had not seen All this with indignation spoke In vaine I strugled with the yoke Of mighty love that conquering looke When next behâ—ld like lightning stroke My blasted soule and made me bow Lower then those I pitied now So the tall Stag upon the brink Of some smooth stream about to drinkâ— Surveying there his armed head With shame remembers that he fled The scorned dogs resolves to try The combates next but if their cry Invades again his trembling eare He straight resumes his wonted fear Leaves the untasted Spring behind And wing'd with fear out-flyes the wind To the mutable faire HEre Coelia for thy sake I part With all that grew so neer my heart The passion that I had for thee The faith the love the constancle And that I may successefull prove Transform my self to what you love Fool that I was so much to prize Those simple vertues you despise Fool that with such dull arrows strove Or hop'd to reach a flying Dove For you that are in motion still Decline our force and mock our skill Who like Don Quixâ—t do advance Against a Wind-mill our vain launce Now will I wander through the aire Mount make a stoop at every faire And with a fancy unconfin'd As lawlesse as the Sea or wind Pursue you wheresoâ—re you flie And with your various thoughts comply The formall stars do travell so As we their names and courses know And he that on their changes looks Would think they govern'd by our books But never were the clouds reduc'd To any Art the motion us'de By these free vapours are so light So frequent that the conquer'd sight Despair to find he rules that guide Those gilded shadows as they slide And therefore of the spatious aire Ioves royall consort had the care And by that power did once escape Declining bold â—xions rape She with her own resemblance grac'd A shining cloud which he embrac'd Such was that Image so it smil'd With seeming kindnesse which beguiâ—'d Your Thirsis lately when he thought He had his fleeting Coelia caught T was shap'd like her but for the faire He filâ—'d his armes with yeelding aire A fate for which he grieves the lesse Because the gods had like successe For in their story one we see Pursues a 〈◊〉 and takes a tree A second with a Lovers haste Soon overtakes whom he had chac't But she that did a virgin seem 〈◊〉 appears a wandâ—ing stream 〈◊〉 his suppoâ—ed love a third 〈◊〉 greedy hold upon a bird 〈◊〉 stands amaz'd to find his deare A wilde inhabitant of th' ayre To these old tales such Nymphs as you Give credit and still make them new The Am'rous now like wonders find In the swift changes of your mind But Coeliâ— if you apprehend The Muse of your incensed friend Nor would that he record your blame And make it live repeat the same Again deceive him and again And then he sweares hee 'l not complain For still to be deluded so Is all the pleasures Lovers know Who like good Faulkners take delight Not in the quarrey but the flight Of Salley OF Iason Theseâ—s and such worthies old Light seeme the tales antiquity has told Such beasts and monsters as their force opprest Some places onely and sometimes infest Salley that scorn'd all power and laws of men Goods with their owners hurrying to their den And future ages threatning with a crude And savage race successively renew'd Their king despising with rebellious pride And foes profest to all the world beside This pest of mankind gives our Hero fame And through th' obliged world dilates his name The Prophet once to cruell Agag said As thy fierce sword has mothers childlesse made So shall the sword make thine and with that word He hew'd the man in peices with his sword Just Charles like measure has return'd to these Whose Pagan hands had stain'd the troubled Seas With ships they made the spoiled Merchant mourn With ships their City and themselves are torn Oâ—e squadron of our winged Castles sent Ore-threw their Fort and all their Navy rent For not content the dangers to encrease And act the part of tempest in the Seas Like hungry Woolves these pirates from our shore Whole flocks of sheep and ravish'd cattell bore Safely they did on other Naâ—ions prey Fools â—o provoke the Soveraigne of the Sea Mad Cacusâ—o whom like ill fate perswades The heard of faire Alcmena's seed invades Who foâ— reveâ—ge and mortals glad relief Sack'd the dark cave and crush'd that horrid theif Moroccos Monarch wondring at this fact Save that his presence his affâ—irs exact Had come in person to have seen and known The injur'd worlds revenger and his own Hither he sends the chief among his Peers Who in his bark well chosen presents bears To the renown'd for piety and force Poore captives manumiz'd and matchlesse horse To Mrs. Braughton FAire fellow servant may your gentle â—are Prove more propitious to my â—leighted care Then the bright Dames we serve for her relief Vext with the long expressions of my grief Receive these plaints nor will her high disdain Forbid my humble Muse to court her train So in those Nations which the Sun adore Some modest Persian or some weak ey'd More No higher dares advance his dazled sight Then to some gilded cloud which neer the light Of their ascending God adorns the East And graced with his beams out-shines the rest Thy skilfull hand contributes to our woe And whets those arrows which confounds us so A thousand Cupids in those curls do 〈◊〉 Those curious nets those slender fingers knit The graces put not more exactly on Th' attire of Venus when the â—all she won Then Sacharissa by thy câ—re is drest When all our youth prefers her to the rest You the soft seasons know when best her mind May be to pity or to love enclin'd In some well chosen houre supply his fear Whose hopelesse love drust never tempt the â—are Of that stern goddâ—fse you her Priest declâ—re What offerings maâ— propitiate the faire Rich orient pearl bright stones that neer decay Or pollisht lines which longer last then they For if I thought she took delight in those To where the cheerfull morne does first disclose The shadie night removing of her beams Wing'd with bold love I de slie to fetch such gems But since her eyes her teeth her lip excels All that is found in mines or fishes shels Her nobler part as far exceeding these None but immortall gifts her mind can please Those shining Iewels Greece and Troy bestow'd The snowy wrists and lovely neck did load Of Sparta's Queen But when the town was burn'd Those fading glories were to Ashes turn'd Her beauty too had perish'd and her fame Had not the muse redeem'd them from the flame Puerperium YOu Gods that
THE VVORKES OF EDMOND VVALLER Esquire Lately a Member of the Honourable HOUSE of COMMONS In this present Parliament Imprimatur NA. BRENT Decem. 30. 1644. LONDON Printed for Thomas Walkley 1645. Of His MAJESTIâ—S receiving the newes of the Duke of Buckinghams death So earnest with thy God can no new care No sense of danger interrupt thy prayer The sacred Wrestler till a blessing given Quits not his hold but halting conquers heaven Nor was the stream of thy devotion stopp'd When from the body such a limb was lopp'd As to thy present state was no lesse maime Though thy wise choice has since repair'd the same Bold Homer durst not so great vertue â—ain In his best patternâ— of Patrolus slaine With such amazement as weake mothers use And â—rantick gesture he receives the news Yet fell his darling by th' impartiall chance Of war impos'd by Royall Hectors lance Thine in full peace and by a vulgar haud Torne from thy bosome left his high command The famous Painter can allow no place For private sorrow in a Princes face Yet that his price might not exceed beliefe He cast a â—ail upon supposed grieâ—e T was want of such a president as this Made the old heathen frame their god amisse Their Phoebus should not act a fonder part For the fair boy then he did from his heart Nor blame for Hiaciâ—thus fate his owne That kept from him wiâ—h'd death had'st thou bin known Yet he that weighs with thine good Davids deeds Shall finde his passion not his love exceeds He curst the mountaines where his brave friend dy'd But lest salfe Ziba with his heir divide Where thy mottall love to thy blest friends Like that of heaven upon their seed descends Such huge extreams inhabit thy great minde God-like unmov'd and yet like woman kinde Which of thy ancient Poets had not brought Our Charles his pedigree from heaven and taught How some bright dame comprest by mighty love Produc'd this mixt divinity and love To the King on his Navy VVHere ere thy Navy spreads her canvas wings Homage to thee and peace to all she brings The French and Spaniard when thy flags appear Forget their hatred and consent to fear So love from Ida did both hoasts survey And when he pleas'd to thunder part the fray Ships heretofore in seas like fishes sped The mightiest still upon the smallest fed Thou on the deep impos'st stricter lawes And by that justice hast remov'd the cause Of those rude tempests which for rapine sent Too oâ—t alas involv'd the innocent Now shall the Ocean as thy Thames be freâ— From both those â—ates of stormes and piâ—acie But we most happy who can fear no force But winged troops or Pegasean horse T is not so hard for greedy foes to spoyle Another Nation as to touch our soyle Should natures selfe invade the world againe And ore the center spread the liquid main Thy power were safe and her 〈◊〉 hand Would but enlarge the bounds of they command Thy dreadfull sleete would 〈◊〉 let thee Lord of all And â—ide in triumph ore the drowned ball Those towers of oake ore â—ertile plaines might 〈◊〉 And visit mâ—untains where they once did grow The worlds restorer once could not endure That finish'd Bahell should those men secure Whose pride design'd that fabricks should have stood Above the reach of any second sloud To thee his â—â—osen more indulgent he Dares trust such power with so much piety Vpon His MAJESTIES repairing of PAULS THat shipwrackt vessel which th' Apostle boro Scarce suffer'd more upon Melitas shore Then did his Temple in the sea of time Our Naâ—ons glory and our Nâ—â—ions crime When the first Monarch of this happy Isle Mov'd with the ruine of so brave a pile This worke of cost and pieâ—y begun To be accomplish'd by his glorious Son Who all that came within the ample thought Of his wise sire has to perfection brought He like Amphion makes those quarries leap Into fair figures from a consus'd heap For in his art of Regiments is found A power like that of harmony in sound Those antique minstrels sure were Charles like Kings Cities their lutes and ful jects hearts their strings On which with so divine a hand they strook Consent of motion from their breath they took So all our mindes with his conspire to grace The Gentiles great Apostle and deface Those State observing sheds that like a chaine Seem'd to confine and fetter him againe Which the glad Saint shakes off at his command As once the viper from his sacred hand So joyes the aged Oake when we divide The creeping Ivy from his injur'd side Ambition rather would effect the same Of some new structure to have 〈◊〉 her name Two distant vertues in one act we finde The modesty and greatnesse of his minde Which not content to be above the rage And injury of all impairing age In its owne worth secure doth higher clime And things half swallow'd from the jaws of time Reduce an earnest of his grand designe To frame no new Chuch but the old resine Which Spouse like may with comly grace command 〈◊〉 then by force of argument or hand For doubtfull reason few can apprehend And War brings ruine where it should amend But beauty with a bloodlesse conquest findes A welcome sovereignty in rudest minds Not ought which Shebas wondring Queen beheld Amongst the works of Solomon excell'd His ships and building emblems of a heart Large both in magnanimity and art While the propitious heavens this worke attend Long wanted showres they forget to send As if they meant to make it understood Of more importance then our vitall food The Sun which riseth to salute the quire Already finish'd setting shall admire How private bounty could so far extend The King built all but Charles the Westerne end So proud a fabrick to devotion given At once it threatneth and obligeth heaven Laomedon that had the gods in pay Neptune with him that rules the sacred day Could no such structure raise Troy wall'd so high Th' Atrides might as well have forc'd the sky Glad though amazed are our neighbour Kings To see such power employ'd in peacefull things They list not urge it to the dreadfull field The taske is easier to destroy then build of the danger of His Majesty being Prince escaped all the rode at Saint Anâ—tere Nor had his Highnesse bid farewell to Spaine And reacht the sphere of his own power the main With Brittish bounty in his ship he seaâ—s Th' Hesperian Princes his amazed guests To finde that watry wildernesse exceed The entertainment of their great Madrid Healths to both Kings attended with he rore Of Cannons eccho'd from th' effrightod shore With loud esemblance of his thunder prove Bacchus the seed of cloud compelling love Wâ—ile to his harpe divine Arion sings Tâ—e loves and conquests of our Albion Kings Of the fourth Edward was his noble song Fierce gooâ—ly valiant beautifull and young He rent the Crowne from vanquisht
Henries head Rais'd the whiâ—e rose and trampled on the red Till love triumphing ore the victors prids Brought Mars and Warwick to the conquer'd side Neglected Warwick whose bold hand like fate Gives and resumes the Scepter of our State Wooes for his master and with double shame Himselfe deluded mocks the Princely dame The lady Bona whom just anger burnes And forreigne was with civill rage returnes Ah spare our swords where beauty is too blame Love gave th' affront and must repaire the same When France shall boast of her whose conquering cies Have made the best of English hearts their prize Have power to alter the decree of fate And change againe the councels of our State What the Prophâ—tick muse intends alone To him that feels the secret wound is knowne With the sweet sound of this harmonious lay About the keele delighted Dolphins play Too sure a signe of Seas ensuing rage Which must anon this Royall troope engage To whom soft sleep seems more secure and sweet Within the Towne commanded by our fleâ—t These mighty Peers plac'd in the guilded Barge Proud with the burden of so brave a charge With painted oars the youth begin to sweep Neptunes smooth face and cleave the yelding deep Which soon becomes the seat of sudden war Between the wind and tide that siercely jar As when a sort of lusty shepherds try Their force at foot-ball care of victory Makes them salute so rudely breast to breast That their encounters seem too rough for jest They ply their feet and still the restlesse ball Tost too and fro is urged by them all So fares the doubtfull Barge 'twixt tide and winds And like effect of their contention â—inds Yet the bold Britaines sâ—ill securely row'd Charles and his vertue was their sacred load Then which a greater pledge heaven could not give That the good boat this tempest should outlive But storms encrease and now no hope of grace Among them shines save in the Princes face The rest resigne their courage skill and sight To danger horrour and unwelcome night The gentle vessell wont with state and pride On the smooth back of silver Thames to ride Wanders Astonish'd in the angry maine As Titans car did while the golden raine Fill'd the young hand of his adventrous son When the whole world an equall hazard run To this of ours the light of whose desire Waves threaten now as that was skar'd by fire The impatient sea grows impotent and raves That night assisting his impetuons waves Should finde resistance from so light a thing These surges ruine those our safety bring Th' oppressed vestell doth the charge abide Only because asâ—ail'd on every side So men with rage and passion set on fire Trembling for haste impeach their mad desire The pale Iberians had expir'd with fear But that their wonder did divert their care To see the Prince with danger mov'd no more Then with the pleasures of their court before God-like his courage seem'd whom nor delight Could soften nor the face of death affright Next to the power of making tempests cease Was in that storme to have so calme a peace Great Maro could no greater tempest faine When the loud windes usurping on the maine For angry Iuno labour'd to destroy The hated reliques of confounded Troy His bold Eneas on like billows tost In a tall ship and all his Countries lost Dissolves with fear and both his hands upheld Proclaimes them happy whom the Greeks had quel'd In honourable sight our Hero set In a small shallow fortune in his debt So nearo a hope of Crowns and Scepters more Then ever Priam when he slourish'd wore His loynes yet full of ungot Princes all His glory in the bud lets nothing fall That argues fear if any thought anoyes The gallant youth 't is loves untasted joyâ—s And deare remembrance of that fatall glance For which he lately pawn'd his heart in France Where he had seen a brighter Nimph then she That sprung out of his present foe the sea That noble ardor more then mortall fire The conquered ocean could not make expire Nor angry Thetis raise her waves above The heroique Prince his courage or his love T was indignation and not feare he felt The shrine should perish where that Imaged welt Ah love forbid the noblest of thy straine Should not survive to let her know his paine Who nor his perill minding nor his flame Is entertain'd with some lesse serious game Among the bright Nimphs of the Gallique Court All highly borne obsequious to her sport They roses seem within their early pride But halfe reveal and halfe their beauties hide She the glad morning which her beams doth throw Upon their smiling leaâ—es and gild them so Like brihht Aurora whose refulgent Ray Foretells the fervour of ensuing day And warnes the shepherd with his â—locks retreat To leafie shadows from the threatned heat From Cupids string of many shasts that fled Wing'd with those plumes which noble same had shed As through the wondring world she flew and told Of his adventures haughty brave and bold Some had already touch'd the Royall maid But loves first summons seldome are obey'd Light was the wound the Princes care unknowne She might not would not yet reveale her owne His glorious name had so possest her ears That with delights those antique tales she heares Of Inson Thesous and such Worthies old As with his story best resemblance hold And now she viewes as on the wall it hung What old Musens so divinely sung Which art with life and love did so inspire That she discernes and favours that desire Which there provokes th' adventrous youth to swim And in Leanders dangers pities him Whose not new love alone but fortune seeks To frame his story like that amorous Greeks For from the sterne of some good ship appears A friendly light which moderates their fears New courage from reviving hope they take And climbing ore the waves that taper make On which the hope of all their lives depends As his on that fair Heroes hand extends The ship at anchor like a fixed rock Breaks the proud billows which her large sides knock Whose rage restrained foming higher swells And from her port the weary barge repells Threatning to make her forced out againe Repeat the dangers of the troubled maine Twice was the cable hurl'd in vaine the fates Would not be moved for our sister States For England is the third successefull throw And then the Genius of that Land they know Whose Prince must be as their owne books devise Lord of the Scene where now the danger lyes Well sung the Roman Bard all human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings O see the then â—ole hope and in designe Of heaven our joy supported by a line Which for that instant was heavens care above The chaine that 's fixed to the throne of Iove On which the fabricke of our world depends One linck dissolv'd the whole creation ends To the QUEEN occasioned upon fight of
her MAJESTIES Picture WEll fare the hand which to our humble sight Presents that beauty which the dazling light Of Royall splendor hides from weaker eyes And all excesse save by this art denies Here only we have courage to behold This beam of glory here we dare unfold In numbers thus the wonders we conceive The gracious Image seeming to give leave Propitious stands vouchsafing to be seen And by our muse saluted Mighty Queen In whom th'extreams of power and beauty move The Queen of Brittain and the Queen of Love As the bright Sun to which we owe no sight Of equall glory to your beauties light Is wisely plac'd in so sublime a seat T' extend his light and moderate his heat So happy t is you move in such a sphere As your high Majesty with awfull fear In humane breasts might qualifie that fire Which kindled by those eyes had flamed higher Then when the scorched world like hazard run By the approach of the ill guided Sun No other Nimphs have title to mens hearts But as their meannesse larger hope imparts Your beauty more the fondest lover moves With admiration then his private loves With admiration for a pitch so high Save sacred Charles his never love durst flye Heaven that preferr'd a Scepter to your hand Favour'd our freedome more then your command Beauty had crown'd you and you must have bin The whole worlds mistris other then a Queen All had bin Rivals and you might have spar'd Or kill'd and tyranniz'd without a guard No power atchiev'd either by arms or birth Equalls loves empire both in heaven and earth Such eyes as yours on Iove himselfe have throwne As bright and fierce a lightning as his owne Witnesse our Iove prevented by their flame In his swift passage to the â—esperian dame When like a Lion finding in his way To some intended spoile a fairer prey The Royall youth pursuing the report Of beauty found it in the Gallique Court There publique care with private passion fought A doubtfull combate in his noble thought Should he confesse his greatnesse and his love And the free faith of your great brother prove With his Achates breaking through the cloud Of that disguise which did their graces shroud And mixing with those gallants at the ball Dance with the Ladies and outshine them all Or on his journey ore the mountaines ride So when the fair Leâ—cothee he espy'd To check his steeds impatient Phebus carn'd Though all the world was in his wars concern'd What may hereafter her meridian doe Whose dawning beauty warm'd his bosome so Not so divine a flame since deathlesse gods Forbore to visite the defil'd abodes Of men in any mortall breast did burne Nor shall till piety and they returene The Apology of sleep For not approaching the Lady who can do any thing but sleep when she pleaseth MY charge it is those breaches to repaire Which nature takes from sorrow toil and care Rest to the limbs and quiet I confer On troubled minds but nought can adde to her Whom heaven her transcendent thoughts have plac'd Above those ills which wretched mortals taste Bright as the deathlesse gods and happy she From all that may infringe delight is free Love at her Royall feâ—t his quiver layes And not his mother with more haste obeyes Such reall pleasures such true joyes suspence What dream can I present to recompence Should I with lightning fill her a wfull hands And make the clouds seem all at her commands Or place her in Olimpus top a guest Among th'mortalls who with Nectar feast That power would seem that entertainment short Of the true splendor of her present Court Where all the joyes and all the glories are Of three great Kingdomes sever'd from the care I that of sumes and humid vapours made Ascending doe the seat of senâ—e invade No cloud in so serene a mansion finde To over-cast her ever shining minde Which holds resemblance with those spotlesse skies Where flowing Nilus want of raine supplies That christal heaven where Phoebus never shrouds His golden beams nor wraps his face in clouds But what so hard which numbers cannot force So stoops the moon and rivers change their course The bold Moenian made me dare to steep Ioves dreadfull temples in the dew of sleep And since the Muses do invoke my power I shall no more decline that sacred bower Where Gloriana their great mistresse lyes But gently taming those victorious eyes Charme all her senses till the joy full Sun Without a rivall halâ—e his course has run Who while my hand that â—airer light confines May boast himself the brightest thing that shines The Country to my Lady of Carlile Madam OF all the sacred Muse inspir'd Orpheus alone could with the woods comply Their rude inhabitants his song admir'd And natures selfe in those that could lye Your beauty next our solitude invades And warms us shining through thickest shades Nor ought the tribute which the wondring Couâ—â— Paies your fair eies prevail with you oâ— scorne The answer and consent to the report Which eccho-like the Country doth return Mirrors are taught to flatter but our springs Present th' impartiall images of things A rurall judge dispos'd of beautics prize A simple shepherd was preferr'd to Iove Down to the mountains from the partial skies Came Iano Pallas and the Queen of Love To plead for that which was so justly given To the bright Carlile of the Court of Heaven Catlile a name which all our words are taught Loud as his Amarillis to resound Carlile a name which on the barke is wrought Of every tree that 's worthy of the wound From Phoebus rage our shadows and our streams May guard us better then from Carliles beams The Countesse of Carlile in mourning VVHen from black clouds no part of skie is clear But just so much as lets the Sun appear Heavens then would seem thy image and reslect Those sable vestments and that bright aspect A sparke of vertue by the deepest shade Of sad adversity is fairer made Nor lesse advantage doth thy beauty get A Venus rising from a sea of jet Such was the appearance of new formed light While yet it strugled with eternall night Then mourne no more lest thou admit encrease Of glory by the noble Lords deccase We finde not that the laughter loving dame Mourn'd for Anchises â— was enough she came To grace the mortall with her deathlesse bed And that his living eyes such beauty fed Had she bin there untimely joy through all Mens hearts diffus'd had mar'd the funerall Those eyes were made to banish griefe as well Bright Phoebus might affect in shades to dwell As they to put on sorrow nothing stands But power to grieve exempt from thy commands If thou lament thou must doe so alone Griese in thy presence can lay hold on none Yet still persiâ—t the memory to love Of that great Mercury of our mighty Iove Who by the power of his enchanting tongue Swords from the hands of threatning
Monarchs wrung War he presented orsoon made it cease Instructing Princes in the arts of peace Such as made Sheba's curious Queen resort To the large hearted Hebrews famous Court Had Homer sate among his wondring guests He might have learn'd at those stupendious feasts With greater bounty and more sacred state The banquet of the gods to celebrate But O! what elocution might he use What potent charmes that could so soon infuse His absent masters love into the heart Of Henrietta for cing her to part From her lov'd brother Country and the Sun And like Camilla ore the waves to run Into his armes while the Parisian dames Mourne for their ravish't glory at her flames No lesse amaz'd then the amazed stars When the bold charmer of Theslalia wars With heaven it selfe and numbers does repeat Which call discending Cinthia from her seat In answer to c. VVHat â—ury has provok't thy wit to daâ—e with Diomed to wound the queen of love Thy mistris envy or thine owne detpair Not the just Pallas in thy heast did move So blind a rage with such a different fate He honour won where thou hast purchast â—â—re She gave assistance to his Trojanfoe Thoâ— that without a rivall thou maicst love Dost to the beauty of thy Lady owe While after her the gazing world does move Canst thou not be content to love alone Or is thy mistris not content with one Hast thou not read of fairy Arthurs shield Which but disclos'd amaz'd the weaker eyes Of proudest foe and won the doubtfull field So shall thy Rebell wit become her prize Should thy Iambecks swell into a book All were conâ—uted with one Radiant loook Heaven he oblig'd that place her in the skies Rewarding Phoebus for inspiring so His noble braine by likening to those eyes His joyfull beams but Phoebus is thy foe And neither ayds thy fancy not thy sight So ill thou rim'st against so faire a light On my Lady Dorothy Sidneyes Picture Such was Philoâ—lea and such Dorus flame The matchlesse Sidney that immortall frame Of perfect beauty on two pillars plac't Not his high fancy could one patterne grac't With such extreams of excellence compose Wonders so distant in one face disclose Such cheerfull modesty such humble state Moves certaine love but with as douotfull fate As when beyond our greedy reach we see Inviting fruit on too sublime a tree All the rich flowers through his Arcadia found Amaz'd we see in this one garland bound Had but this copy which the Artists tooke From the fair picture of that noble Book Stood at Calanders the brave friends had jarr'd And Rivalls made the ensuing story marr'd Just nature fiâ—st instructed by his thought In his own house thus practiz'd what he taught This glorious piece transcendâ— what he could think So much his blood is nobler then his ink To Vandike RAre Artisan whose pensill moves Not our delights alone but loves From thy shop of beauty we Slaves return that enter'd free The headlesse lover does not know Whose eyes they are that wound him so But conâ—ounded with thy art Inquires her name that has his heart Another who did long refrain Feels his old wound bleed fresh again With deare remembrance of that face Where now he reads new hopes of grace Nor scorne not cruelty does finde But gladly suffers a false winde To blow the ashes of despaire From the reviving brand of care Foole that forget'st her stubborne looke This softnesse from thy finger tooke Strange that thy hand should not inspire The beauty only but the fire Not the forme alone and grace But act and power of a face May'st thou yet thy selfe as well As all the world beside excell So thou 〈◊〉 truth rehearse Thaâ— I may mâ—ke it live in verse Why thoâ— couldst not at one assay That face to after times convey Which this 〈◊〉 was it thy wit To make her of before thee fit Consâ—sle and wee 'l forgive thee this For who would not repeat that blisse And frequent sight of such a dame Buy with the hazard of his same Yet who can tax thy blamelesle skill Though thy good hand had failed still When natures selfe so often erres She for this many thousand years Seems to have practis'd with much care To frame the race of women faire Yet never could a perfect birth Produce before to grace the earth Which waxed old ere it could see Her that amaz'd thy art and thee But now'us done O let me know Where those immortall colours grow That could this deathlesle piece compose In lillies or the fading role No for this thest thou hast clim'd higher Thâ—n did Prometheus for his fire As Pens-hurst VVHile in this Parke I sing the listning Deeâ—e Attend my passion and forget to fear When to the Beeches I report my slame They bow their heads as if they felt the same To Gods appealing when I reach their bowrs With loud complaints they answer me in showrs To thee a wilde and cruell soule is given More deâ—s then trees prouder then the heaven Loves so profâ—st why dost thou falsely faine Thy selfe a Sidney from which noble straine He sprung that could so far â—xâ—lâ— the name Oflove and warme our Nation with his flame That all we can â—f love or high desire Seems but the smoak of amorous Sidneyes fire Nor call her mother who so well doe prove One breast may hold both chastiry and love Never can shee that so exceeds the spriag In joy and bounty be suppos'd to bring One so destructive to no humane stock We owe this fierce unkindnesse but the rock That cloven rock produc'd thee by whose side Nature to recompence the fatall pride Ofsuch stern beauty plac'd those healing springs Which not more helpe then that destruction brings Thy heart no ruder then the rugged stone I might like Orpheus with my numerous moan Melt to compassion now my traitrous song With thee conspires to do the singer wrong While thus I suffer not my selfe to lose The memory of what augments my woes But with my owne breath still soment the sire Which flames as high as fancy can aspire This last complaint th' indulgent ears did pierce Of just Apollo President of verse Highly concerned that the Muse should bring Damage to one whom he had taught to sing Thus he advis'd me on yon aged tree Hang up thy lute and high thee to the sea Thâ—t there with wonders thy diverted minde Some truce at least my with affection finde Ah cruell Nimph from whom her humble swaine Flies for reliefe unto the raging maine And from the windes and tempests doth expect A milder fate then from her cold neglect Yet there hee 'le pray that the unkinde may prove Blest in her choice and vows this endlesse love Springs from no hope of what she can confer But from those gifts which heaven has heap'd on her At Pens-hurst HAd Dorothea liv'd when mortals made Choice of thier deities this sacred shade Had held an altar to her
and pride Thus surprised she may â—all Sleep does disproportion hide And death resembling equalls all SONG BEhold the brand of beauty tost See how the motion does delate the flame Delighted love his spoyles does boast And triumph in this game Fire to no place confin'd Is both our wonder and our fear Moving the mind Like lightning hurled through the aire High heaven the glory does encrease Of all her shining lamp this artfull way The Sun in figures such as these Joyes with the Moon to play To the sweet strains they advance Which doe result from their owne fear As the Nimphs dance Moves with the numbers which she hears To Amorett FAire that you may truly know What you unâ—o Tâ—irsis owe I will tell you how I doe Sacharissa love and you Joy salutes me when I set My bleâ—t eyes on Amorett But with wonder I am strooke When I on the other looke If sweet Amoret complaines I have sence of all her paines But for Sacharissa I Doe not only grieve but die All that of my selfe is mine Lovely Amoret is thine Sacharissa's captive faine Would untie his iron chaine And those scorching beames to 〈◊〉 To thy gentle shadow run If the soule had free election To dispose of her affection I would not thus long have borne Haughty Sacharissa's scorne But 't is some pure power above Which controuls our will in love If not love a strong desirâ— To crâ—ate and spread that fire In my brâ—asts solicites me Beautâ—ous Amâ—ret for thee T is amazement more then love Which her radiant eyes doe move If lesse splendor wait on thine Yet they so benignly shine I would turne my dazelled sight To behold their milder light But as hard t is to destroy That high flame as to enjoy Which how easily I may doe Heaven as easily â—cal'd do'es know Amoret as sweet and good As the most delicious food Which but tasted doth impart Life and goodnesse to the heart Sacharissa's beauty wine Which to madnes doth incline Such a liquor as no braine That is mortall can sustaine Scarce can I to Heaven excuse That Devotion which I use Unto that adored Dame For t is not unlike the same Which I thither ought to send So that if it could take end T' would to Heaven it selfe be due To succeed her and not you Who already have of me All that 's not Idolatry Which though not so fierce a flame Is longer like to be the same Then smilâ— on me and I will prove Wonder is shoâ—ter liv'd then Love The story of Phoebus and Daphne appli'd THirsis a youth of the inspired traine Fair Sacharissa lov'd but lov'd in vaine Like Phâ—bus sâ—ng the no lâ—sse amorous boy Like Daphne she as lovely and as coy With numbers he the flying Nimph pursues With numbers such as Phoebus selfe might use Such is the chase when love and fancie leads Ore craggy mountaines and through slowry meads Invoke to testifie the lovers care Or forme some image of his cruell fair Urg'd with his fury like a wounded Deere Ore these he fled and none approaching near Had reacht the nimph with his harmonious lay Whom all his charmes could not incline to stay Yet what he sung in his immortall straine Though unsuccessefull was not sung in vaine All but the Nymph that should redresse his wrong Attend his passion and approve his song Like Phoebus thus acquiring unsought praise He catcht at love and fill'd his arme with bayes Of Mrs. Ardea BEhold and listen while the faire Breaks in sweet sounds and wilâ—ing airâ— And with her owne breath fanns the fire Which her bright eyes doe sust inspire What reason can that love controule Which more then one way courts the soule So when a slash of lightning falls On our abodes the danger calls For humane aid which hopes the flame To conquer though from heaven it came But if the winde with that conspire Men strive not but deplore the fire On the discovery of a Ladies painting PIgmaleons fate reverst is mine His marble love tooke flesh and bloud All that I worship is divine That beauty now 't is understood Appears to have no more of life Then that whereof he fram'd his wife As women yet who apprehend Some sudden cause of 〈◊〉 fear Although that seeming cause take end And they behold no danger near A shaking through their limbs they finde Like leaves saluted by the winde So though the beauty doe appeare No beauty which amaz'd me so Yet from my breaâ—t I cannot tear The passion which from theâ—ce did grow Nor yet out of my fancy rase The print of that supposed face A reall beauty though too neer The fond Narcissus did admire I doâ—â— on that which is no where The signe of 〈◊〉 â—teeds my fire No mortall flâ—me was â—â—e so cruell As this which thus survivâ—s the fewell To a Lady from whom he received a Silver Pen Madam INtending to have tride The silver favour which you gave In ink the shining point I dide And drencht it in the sable wave When griev'd to be so fowly stain'd On you it thus to me complaâ—â—'d Suppose you had deserv'd to take From her faire hand so faire a boone Yet how deserved I to make So ill a change who ever woon Immortall praiâ—e for what I wrought Instructed by her noble thought I that eâ—prâ—ssâ—d her commands To mighâ—y Lords and Princely Dames Alwayâ—s most welcome to their hands Proud that I would record their names Must now be taught an humble stile Some meaner bâ—â—uty to beguile So I the wronged pen to please Make it my humble thanks expresse Unto your Ladiship in these And now t is forced to confesse That your great self did nere indite Nor that to one more noble write On a brede of divers colours woven by foure Ladyes TWice twenty slender virgin finger twine This curious web where all their fancies shine As Nature them so they this shade have wrought Soft as their hands and various as their thought Not Iuno's bird when his faire traine dispread He woes the female to his painted bed No not the bow which so adorns the skies So glorious is or boasts so many dies On the head of a Stag SO we some antique Hero's strength Learn by his launces weight and length As these vast beams expresse the beast Whose shadie browes alive they drest Such game while yet the world was new The mighâ—y Nimrod did pursue What 〈◊〉 of our feeble race Or dogs dare such a 〈◊〉 chase Resembling with each blow he strikes The change of a whole troop of Pikes O ferâ—ile head which every yeare Could such a crop of wonder bear I The teeming eaâ—â—h did never bring So soon so hard so huge a thing Which might it never have been cast Each years growth added to the last These lofty branches had supply'd The earths bold sons prodigious pride Heaven with these engines had bin seal'd When mountains heap'd on mountains fail'd To a Lady in retirement SEes not my
meane to pay That they may the Law decline To some friend make all away Not the silver Doves that flie Yoak't in Citharâ—â—s carr Not the wings that lift so high And convey her son so farre Are so lovely sweet and faire Or do more enable love Are so choicely matcht a paire Or with more content do move A la Malade AH lovely Amâ—ret the care Of all that know what 's good or faireâ— Is Heaven become our Rivall too Had the rich gifts conferr'd on you So amply thence the common end Of giving Lovers to pretend Hence to this pining sicknesse To weary thee to a conâ—ents meant Of leaving us no power is given Thy beauties to impaire the heaven Solicites thee with such a care As Roses from their stalks we tare When we would still preserve them new And fresh as on the bush they grew With such a grace you entertain And look with such contempt on pain That languish in you conquer more And wound us deeper then before The lightnings which in stormes appear Scorch more then when the skies are clear And as pale sicknesse does invade Your frailer part the breaches made In that faire lodging still more clear Make the bright ghuest your soul appear So Nimphs ore pathlesse mountains born Their light robes by the brambles torn From their faire limbs exposing new And unknown beauties to the view Of following gods increase their flame And haste to catch the flying Game Of her Chamber THey taste of death that do at Heaven arive But we this Paradise approach alive Instead of death the dart of love does strike And renders all within these walls alike The high in titles and the shepheard here Forgets his greatnesse and forgets his fear All stand amaz'd and gazing on the faire Loose thought of what themselves or others are Ambition loose and have no other scope Save Carliles favour to imploy their hope The Thracian could though all those tales were true The bold Greeks tell no greater wonders doe Before his feet so sheep and Lions lay Fearlesse and wrathlesse while they heard him play The Gay the wise the gallant and the grave Subdu'd alike all but one passion have No worthy minde but finds in hers there is Something proportion'd to the rule of his Whilest she with cheerfull but impartiall grace Born for no one but to delight the race Of men like Phoebus so divides her light And warmes us that she stoops not from her height Of loving at first sight NOt caring to observe the winde Or the new sea explore Snatch't from my selfe how far behinde Already I behold the shore May not a thousand dangers sleep In the smooth bosome of this deep No 't is so rocklesse and so clear That the rich bottome does appear Pav'd all with pretious things not torne From shipwrackt vessells but there borne Sweetnesse truth and every grace Which time and youth are wont to teach The eye may in a moment reach And read distinctly in her face Some other Nymph with colours faint And pensill slow may Cupid paint And a weake heart in time destroy She has a stamp and prints the boy Can with a single look inflame The coldest breast the rudest tame The selfe banished IT is not that I love you lesse Then when before your feet I lay But to prevent the sad encrease Of hopelesse love I keep away In vain alas for every thing Which I have knowne belong to you Your forme does to my fancy bring And make my old wounds bleed aâ—â—W Whom the spring from the new sun Already has a feaver got Too laâ—â—â—â—gins those shafts to shun Which Phoebus through his veines has shot Too late he would the paine asswage And to thick shadowes does retire About with him he bears the rage And in his tainted blâ—ud the fire But vow'd I have and never must Your banish'd servant trouble you For if I break you may mistrust The vow I make to love you too Of the Queene THe Larke that shuns on lofty bough to build Her humble nest lyes silent in the field But if the promise of a cloudlesse day Aurora smiling bids her rise and play Then straight she shews 't was not for want of voice Or power to climbe she made so low a choice Singing she mounts her angry wings are stretch't Towards heaven as if from heaven her note she fetcht So we retiring from the busie throng Use to restrain th' ambition of our song But since the light which now informs our age Breaks from the court indulgent to her rage Thither my Muse like bold Pâ—â—metheus flyes To light her torch at Gloriana's eyes Those sovereign beams which heal the wounded soul And all our cares but once beheld controul There the pâ—or lover that has lâ—ng endur'd Some proud Nimphs scorne of his fond passion curâ—d Fares like the man who first upon the ground A glow-worme spy'd supposing he had found A moving Diamond a breathing stone For life it had and like those jewells shone He held it dear till by the springing day Inform'd he threw the worthlesse worme away She saves the lover as we gangreen stay By cutting hope like a lop't limb away This makes her bleeding patients to accuse High heaven and these expostulations use Could nature then no private woman grace Whom we might dare to love with such a face Such a complâ—xion and so radiant eyes Such lovely motion and such sharp replies Beyond our reach and yet within our sight What envious power has plac't this glorious light Thus in a starry night fond children cry Fâ—â— the rich spangles that adorne the skie Which though thâ—y shine for ever fixed there With light and influence relieve us here Aâ—â— her affections are to one incliâ—'d 〈…〉 and compassion to mankind To whom while she so far exâ—ends her grace She â—akes but good the promise of her face Foâ— mercy has could mercies selfe be seen No 〈…〉 then this propâ—tious Queen Such guard and comfort the distressed finde From her large 〈◊〉 and from her larger minde That whom 〈◊〉 would ruine it prefers For all the miserable are 〈◊〉 â—ers So the fair tree whereon the Eagle builds Poore sheep from tempest and their 〈◊〉 shields The Royall bird possesses all the bows But shade and shelter to the â—lock allowes Joy of our age and safety of the next For which so oft thy fertile wombe is â—ext Nobly contented for the publique good To waste thy spirits and diffuâ—e thy bloud What vast hopes may these Islands entertain Where Monarchs thus descended are to reigne Led by commanders of so fair a line Our Seas no longer shall our power confine A brave Romance who would exactly frame First brings his Knight from some immortall Dame And then a weapon and a flaming shield Bright as his mothers eyes he makes him weild None might the mother of Achilles be But the fair pearle and glory of the Sea The man to whom great Maro gives such fame From the
have the power To trouble and compose All that 's beneath your bower Calme silence on the Seas on earth impose Faire Vâ—nus in thy soft armes The God of rage confine For thy whispers are the charmes Which onely can divert his fierce design What though hee frown and to tumult do incline Thou the flame Kindled in his breast can'st tame With that snow which unmelted lies on thine Great Goddesse give this thy sacred â—sland rest make heaven smile That no storm disturb us while Thy chief care our Halcyon builds her nest Great Gloriana faire Gloriana Bright as high heaven is and fertile as earth Whose beauty relieves us Whose royall bed gives us Both glory and peace Our present joy and our hopes increase To Phillis PHillis why should wee delay Pleasures shorter then the day Could wee which wee never can Stretch our lives beyond their span Beauty like a shaddow flies And our youth before us dies Or would youth and beauty stay Love hath wings and will away Love hath swifter wings then time Change in love to heaven does clime Gods that never change their state Varyed oft their love and hate Phillis to this truth wee owe All the love betwixt us two Let not you and I inquire What has been our past desire On what Shepherds you have smil'd Or what Nymphs I have beguil'd Leave it to the Planets too What wee shall hereafter doe For the joyes wee now may prove Take advice of present love To Phillis PHillis t was love that injur'd you And on that rock your Thirsis threw Who for proud Coelia could have dy'd Whilst you no lesse accus'd his pride Fond Love his darts at random throws And nothing springs from what hee sowes From foes discharg'd as often meet The shining points of arrows fleet In the wide aire creating fire As soules that joyn in one desire Love made the lovely Venus burn In vain and for the cold youth mourn Who the pursuite of churlish beasts Preferr'd to sleeping on her breasts Love makes so many hearts the prize Of the bright Calisles conquering eyes Which shee regards no more then they The teares of lesser beauties weigh So have I seen the lost clouds powre Into the sea a uselesse shower And the vext Saylers curse the rain For which poore shepherds pray'd in vain Then Phillis since our passions are Govern'd by chance and not the care But sport of Heaven which takes delight To look upon this Parthian flight Of Love still flying or in chase Never incountring face to face No more to love wee le sacrificâ— But to the best of Deities And let our hearts which love disjoyn'd By his kind Mother bee combin'd SONG VVHile I listen to thy voyce Chloris I feel my life decay That powerfull noyse Calls my flitting soule away Oh suppresse that Magick sound VVhich destroyes without a wound Peace Chloris peace or singing die That together you and I To heaven may goe For all wee know Of what the blessed doe above Is that they sing and that they love SONG STay Phoebus stay The world to which you flye so fast Conveying day From us to them can pay your hast VVith no such object nor salute your risâ— VVith no such wonder as de Mornay's eyes Well doe this prove The errour of those Antique bookes Which made you move About the world her charming lookes Would fix your beams and make it ever day Did not the rowling earth snatch her away To Amoret AMoret thy milky way Fram'd of many namelesse starres The smooth stream where none can say Hee this drop to that preferres Amoret my lovely foe Tell mee where thy strength does lie Where the power that charmes us so In thy Soule or in thy eye By that snowy neck alone Or thy grace in motion seen No such wonders could bee done Yet thy waste is streight and clean As Cupids sheft or Hermes rod And powerfull too as either God To my Lord of Falkland BRave Holland load and with him Falkland goes Who hears this told and does not streight suppose Wee send the Graces and the Muses forth To civilize and to instruct the North Not that these Ornaments make swords lesse sharp Apollo weares as well his bow as harp And though hee bee the Patron of that Spring Where in calm peace the sacred Virgins sing Hee courage had to guard th' invaded throne Of Love and cast th' ambitious Giants down Ah noble Friend with what impatience all That know thy worth and know how prodigall Of thy great Soule thou art longing to twist Bayes with that Ivy which so early kist Thy youthfull temples with what horror wee Think on the blind events of warre and thee To Fate exposing that all-knowing brest Among the throng as cheaply as the rest Where Oakes and brambles if the copse bee burn'd Confounded lye to the same ashes turn'd Some happy wind over the Ocean blow This tempest yet which hights our Island so Guarded with ships and all the Sea our own From heaven this mischief on our heads is thrown In a late dream the Genius of this Land Amaz'd I saw like a faire Hebrew stand When first shee felt the twins begin to jarre And found her womb the seat of Civill warre Inclin'd to whose relief and with presage Of better fortune for the present age Heaven send's quoth I this diâ—cord for our good To warme perhaps but not to waste our blood To raise our drooping spirits grown the scorn Of our proud neighbours who ere long shall mourn Though now they joy in our expected harmes Wee had occasion to resume our Armes A Lyon so with self-provoking smart His rebell taile scourging his nobler part Calls up his courage then begins to roare And charge his foes who thought him madde before Of a Lady who writ in praise of Mira. WHile shee pretends to make the Graces known Of matchlesse Mira shee reveales her own And when shee would anothers praise indite Is by her glasse instructed how to write To one marryed to an old man SInce thou wouldst needs bewitcht with some ill charms Bee buryed in those monumentall armes All wee can wish is may that earth lye light Upon the tender limbs and so good night For drinking of Healths â— Et Bruites and Vegetalls that cannot think So farre as drought and nature urges drink A more indulgent Mistresâ—e guides our sprights Reason that dares beyond our appetites Shee would our â—are as well as thirst redresse And with Divinity rewards excesse Deserted Arâ—adnâ— thus supply'd Did 〈◊〉 Theseus cruelty deride Bacchus 〈◊〉 from her exalted thought Bâ—â—â—sh'd the man her passion and his fautâ— Bacchus and Pâ—oebus are by Iove ally'd And each by others timely heat supply'd All that the Grapes owe to his lightning fires Is paid in numbers which their juyce inspires Wine fills the veins and healths are understood To give our Friends a title to our blood Who naming mee doth warme his courage so Shews for my sake what his bold
what help'd thee so To shake off all mortality To light this Torch thou hast climb'd higher Then heâ— who stole Coelestiall fire Chloris and Hilas Chl. HIlas Ô Hilas why sit we mute Now that each bird saluteth the Spring Winde up the slackned strings of thy Jute Never canst thou want matter to sing For love thy breast does fill with such a fire That whatâ—oe're is faire moves thy desire Hil. Sweâ—test you know the sweetest of things Of various flowers the Bee's doe compose Yet no particular taste it brings Of Violet Woodbind Pink or Rose So love the resultance is of all our graces Which â—low from a thousand severall faces Chl. Hilas the birds which chant in this grove Could we but know their language they use They would instruct us better in love And reprehend thy inconstant muse For love their breasts does fill with such a fire That what they once doe choose bound their desire Hil. Chloris this change the birds doe approve Which the warme season hither does bring Times from your selfe does further remove You then the winter from the gay Spring She that like lightning shin'd while her face lasted The oak now resemblâ—s which lightning have blasted Vnder a Ladies Picture SUch Hellen was and who can blame the Boy That in so bright a flame consum'd his Troy But had like vertue shin'd in that fair Greâ—k The am'rous shepheard had not dar'd to seek Or hope for pity but with silent moan And better fate had perished all alone In answer of Sir Iohn Sucklings verses Con. STay here fond youth and aske no more be wise Knowing too much long since lost Paradise Pro. And by your knowledge we should be bereâ—t Of all that Paradise which yet is left Con. The vertuous joyes thou hast thou wouldâ—t should still Last in their pride and wouldst not take it ill If rudely from sweet dreams and for a toy Thou awak't the wakes himselfe that does enjoy Pro. How can the joy or hope which you allow Be stiled vertuous and the end not so Talk in your sleep and shadows still admire 'T is true he wakes that feels this reall fire But to sleep better for who ere drinks deep Of this Nepenthe rocks himselfe asleep Con. Fruition adds no new wealth but destroyes And while it pleaseth much yet still it cloyes Who thinks he shall be happier made for that As reasonably might hope he might grow fat By eating to a surfet this once past What relishes even kisses lose their taste Pro. Blessings may be repeated while they cloy But shall we starve cause surfeiting destroy And if fruition did the taste impaire Of kisses why should yonder happy paire Where joyes just Himen warrants all the night Consume the day too in this leâ—â—e delight Con. Urge not tis necessary alas we know The homeliest thing that mankinde does is so The world is of a large extent we see And must be peopled children there must be So must bread too but sâ—â—ce there are enough Borne to that drudgery what need we plough Pro. I need not plough since what the stooping Hinde Gets of my pregnant land must all be mine But in this nobler tillage t is not so For when Anchises did fair Venus know What intrest had poore Vulcan in the boy Great bold Aeneas or the present joy Con. Women enjoy'd what 〈◊〉 tofore they have been Are like Romances read or Scenes once seen Fruition dulls or spoyles the play much more Then if one read or knew the plot before Pro. Playes and Romances read and seen do fall In our opinions yet not seen at all Whom would they please to an Heroick tale Would you not listen least it should grow stale Con. T is expectation makes a blessing deaâ—e Heaven were not heaven if wee knew what it were Pro. If 't were not heaven if wee knew what it were T would not bee Heaven to those that now are there Con. As in prospects wee are there pleased most Where something keepes the eye from being lost And leaves roome to gueâ—â—e so here restraint Holds up delight that with exceâ—se would faint Pro. Restraint preserves the pleasure wee have got But hee nâ—ere has it that injoyes it not In goodly prospects who contracts the space Oâ—â—akes not all the bounty of the place Wee wish remov'd what â—tandeth in our light And nature blam'd for limitting our sight Where you stand wisely winking at the view Of the 〈◊〉 prospect may bee alwaies new Con. 〈◊〉 who know all the wealth they have are poore 〈◊〉 onely rich that cannot tell his store Pro. Not hee that knows the wealth hee has is poore But hee that dares not touch nor use his store To A. H of the different successe of their Loves THrice happy paire of whom wee cannot know Which first began to love or loves most now Fair course of passion where two lovers start And run together heart still yoak't in heart Successefull youth whom love has taught the way To bee victorious in thy first essay Sure lov 's an Art best practized at first And where th' experienc'd still prosper worst I with a different fate pursu'd in vain The haughty Coelia till my just disdain Of her neglect above that passion born Did pride to pride oppose and scorn to scorn Now sâ—ee relents but all too late to move A heart diverted to a Nobler love The scales are turn'd her kingdom weighs no more Now then my vows and service did before So in some well wrought hangings you may see How Hector leads and how the Grecians fly Here the fierce Mars his courage so inspires That with bold hands the Argive Fleet hee â—ires But there from heaven the blew ey'd virgin falls And frighted Troy retires within her walls They that are formost in that bloody place Turn head anon and gives the Conquerours chace So like the chances are of love and warre That they alone in this distinguish'd are In love the Victors from the vanquish'd fly They flye that wound and they pursue that dye An Apologie for having loved before THey that never had the use Of the Grapes surprizing juyce To the first delicious cup All their reason render up Neither doe nor care to know Whether it bee the best or no So they that are to love inclin'd Sway'd by chance not choyce or art To the first that 's fair or kind Make a present of their heart T is not shee that first wee love But whom dying wee approve To man that was i th' evening made Starres gave the first delight Admiring in the glooming shade Those little drops of light Then at Aâ—rora whose faire hand Remov'd him from the skies Hee gazing towards the East did stand Shee entertain'd his eyes But when the bright sun did appear All those hee gan dispise His wonder was determin'd there Hee could no higher rise Hee neither might nor wisht to know A more reâ—ulgent light For that as mine your beauties now Imploy his utmost sight