spreading Beams To rouse up Mortals from their slumb'ring Dreams When summoning the Morning can't compleat That modest blush which in your Cheeks takeâ— seatâ— Whiter than untrod Snow on Mountains seen And which I must confess beyond esteem Are those white Iv'ry Teeth whose even row The harmony of Love in Union show In various wantonness each branching Vein Do's your white Breasts with blue Meanders stain From which clear Fountains flow with greatest measure The most delightfull Magazine of treasure The Muses and the Syrens cease their Song At the soft Musick of your charming Tongue Angel or Saint I know not which by feature Sure both are joyn'd to make so sweet a Creature The lovely chance-work Master-piece of Nature As if the Gods mistaking Mould that time Had cast your Species more than half divine Who can his Passion from such Beauty tame You 've Charms enough to set the World on flame Mix't with more tempting and atractive graces Than can extracted be from humane Faces Oh let me at those balmy Lips take â—ire And with pursuit of Kisses ev'n tire Which do display such a Vermilion red And when with pleasure fill'd then hold thy head Fast to my kindled and inflamed Heart Pierc'd by your Eyes bright glancing beams which dart Through my Souls secret and most inward part Which done let mine in your fair Bosom lye Till in excess of joy and ecstasie I there shall languish out my Soul and dye And afterwards with like transport of Mindâ— Revive again and all my Senses find In Praise of LETTERS LEtters are wing'd Postillions and do move From East to West on Embassies of Love. The bashfull Lover when his stamm'ring Lips Falter with fear from unadvised slips May boldly Court his Mistress with the Quill And his hot Passions to her Breast instill The Pen can furrow a fond Females Heâ—rt And pierce it more than Cupid's feigned Dart. Letters a kind of Magick Vertue have And like strong Philtres humane Souls inslave They can the Poles and Emperour inform What Towns in Hungary are won by storm From the great Turk Mounsieur of them may know How Foreign States on French Intriegues do blow The lucky Goose sav'd Iove's beleagu'rd Hill Once by her Noise but oftner by her Quill It twice prevented Rome was not o'er-run By the tough Vandal and the rough-hewn Hun. Letters can Plots though moulded under-ground Disclose and their fell complices confound Witness that fiery Pile which wou'd have blown Up to the Clouds Prince People Peers and Town Tribunals Church and Chappel and had dry'd The Thames though swelling in her highest pride And parboyl'd the poor Fish which from her Sands Had been toss'd up to the adjoyning Lands Lawyers as Vultures had soar'd up and down Prelates like Magâ—yes in the Air had flown Had not the Eagle's Letter brought to light That Subterranean horrid work of Night Letters may more than History inclose The choicest learning both in Verse and Prose Witness Mich. Drayton whose sweet-charming Pen Produc'd those Letters so admir'd by Men. Words vanish soon and vapour into Air While Letters on record stand fresh and fair And like to Gordian Knots do Nature tye Else all Commerce and Love 'twixt Men wou'd dye The IDEA By Charles Cotton Esq ART thou then absent O thou dear And only Subject of my Flame Are these fair Objects that appear But shadows of that noble frame For which I do all other form disclaim Am I deluded do I only rave Was it a Phantasme only that I saw Have Dreams such power to deceive Oh lovely Shade thou did'st too soon withdraw Like fleecy Snow that as it falls doth thaw Glorious Illusion Lovely shade Once more deceive me with thy light 'T is pleasure so to be betray'd And I for ever shall delight To be pursu'd by such a charming Sprite LOVE's SYMPATHY I. SOul of my Soul it cannot be That you shou'd weep and I from tears be free All the vast room between both Poles Can never dull the sence of Souls Knit in so fast a knot Oh can you grieve and think that I Can feel no smart because not nigh Or that I know it not II. Th' are heretick thoughts Two Lutes when strung And on a Table tun'd alike for Song Strike one and that which none did touch Shall sympathizing sound as much As that which touch'd you see Think then this World which Heav'n inrolls Is but a Table round and Souls More apprehensive be III. Know they that in their grossest parts Mix by their hallow'd Loves intwined Hearts This priviledge boast that no remove Can e'er infringe their sense of Love Iudge hence then our Estate Since when we lov'd there was not put Two Earthen hearts in one breast but Two Souls Co-animate A PINDARIQUE ODE ON Mr. COWLEY TO tune thy praise what Muse shall I invoke what Quire None but thy Davideis or thy David's Lyre True Poet and true Man Say more than this who can No not an Angel's mighty Eloquence These two These only doe Of all perfections make a Quintessence Then my dear Cowley dye For why shou'd foolish I Or foolish Sympathy Wish thee to live since 't is no more to live no more to dye Than to be here on Earth and to be there about the Sky Both to you shared equally An ODE By Mr. R. D. of Cambridge O Ye blest Pow'rs propitious be Unto my growing Love None can create my Misery If Cloe but constant prove Tell her if that she pity me From her you 'll ne'er remove Each Brize of Air my groans shall bear Unto her gentle Breast Silently whisp'ring in her Ear I never can be blest If she refuse to be my Dear I never can have rest Ye Groves that hear each day my grief Bear witness of my pain Tell her I dye if no relief I from her Pow'r can gain Tell her ah tell that pretty Thief I dye through her disdain Likely she may with piteous Eyes When dead my Hearse survey And when my Soul 'mongst Deities Doth melt in Sweets away Then may she curse those Victories That did my Heart betray AN ODE of ANACREON Paraphras'd Beauties Force I. I Wonder why Dame Nature thus Her various gifts dispences She ev'ry Creature else but us With Arms or Armour fences The Bull with bended horns she arms With hoofs she guards the Horse The Hare can nimbly run from harms All know the Lyon's force II. The Bird can danger fly on 's Wing She Fish with Fins adorns The Cuckold too that harmless thing His patience guards and 's horns And Men she Valiant makes and wise To shun or baffle harms But to poor Women she denies Armour to give or Arms. III. Instead of all she this do's do Our Beauty she bestows Which serves for Arms and Armour too 'Gainst all our pow'rfull Foes And 't is no matter so she doth Still beauteous Faces yield We 'll conquer Sword and Fire for both To Beauty leave the Field A PINDARIQUE ODE By
have all his love Or some debauch'd pretender to lewd wit Or covetous conceited unbred Citt. Thus the brave Horse who late i' th' Coach did neigh Is forc'd at last to tug a nasty Dray To Dr. R. S. my indifferent Lover who complain'd of my Indifferency YOu 'd little reason to complain of me Or my unkindness or indiff'rency Since I by many a circumstance can prove That int'rest was the motive of your love But Heav'n it self doth ever hate th' address VVhose crafty Motive 's only interess No more can honest Maids endure to be The objects of your wife indiff'rency Such wary Courtship only should be shown To cunning jilting Baggages o' th' Town For faithfull Loveâ—s the rhetorick that persuades And charms the hearts of silly Countrey Maids But when we find your Courtship 's but pretence Love were not Love in us but impudence At best I 'm sure it needs must prove to us VVhat e're you think on 't most injurious For had I of that gentle nature been As to have lov'd your Person Wit or Mien How many sighs and tears it would have cost And fruitless expectations by the Post Saying he is unkind oh no his Letter 's lost Hoping him sick or lame or gone to Sea Hope any thing but his inconstancy Thus what in other Friends cause greatest fear To desp'rate Maids their only comforts are This I through all your Blandishments did see Thanks to ill nature that instructed me Thoughts of your sighs would plead sometimes for you But second thoughts again would let me know In gayest Serpents strongest Poysons are And sweetest Rose-trees sharpest prickles bear And so it proves for now it do's appear Your Flames and Sighs only for Money were As Beggers for their gain turn Blind and Lame On the same score a Lover you became Yet there 's a kindness in this false Amour It teaches me ne'er to be Mistress more Thus Blazing Comets are of good portent If they excite the People to repent On the DEATH of my Dear Friend and Play-fellow Mrs E. D. having Dream'd the night before I heard thereof that I had lost a Pearl I Dream'd I lost a Pearl and so it prov'd I lost a Friend much above Pearls belov'd A Pearl perhaps adorns some outward part But Friendship decks each corner of the heart Friendship 's a Gem whose Lustre do's out-shine All that 's below the heav'nly Crystaline Friendship is that mysterious thing alone Which can unite and make two Hearts but one It purifies our Love and makes it flow I' th' clearest stream that 's found in Love below It sublimates the Soul and makes it move Towards Perfection and Celestial Love. We had no by-designs nor hop'd to get Each by the other place amongst the great Nor Riches hop'd nor Poverty we fear'd 'T was Innocence in both which both rever'd Witness this truth the Wilsthorp-Fields where we So oft enjoyd a harmless Luxurie Where we indulg'd our easie Appetites With Pocket-Apples Plumbs and such delights Then we contriv'd to spend the rest o' th' day In making Chaplets or at Check-stone play When weary we our selves supinely laid On Beds of Vi'lets under some cool shade VVhere th' Sun in vain strove to dart through his RayÌ„sâ— Whilst Birds around us chanted forth their Lays Ev'n those we had bereaved of their young VVould greet us with a Querimonious Song Stay here my Muse and of these let us learn The loss of our deceased Friend to Mourn Learn did I say alas that cannot be We can teach Clouds to weep and Winds to sigh at Sea Teach Brooks to murmur Rivers too re-flow VVe can add Solitude to Shades of Yeaugh VVere Turtles to be witness of our moan They'd in compassion quite forget their own Nor shall hereafter Heraclitus be Fam'd for his Tears but to my Muse and Me Fate shall give all that Fame can comprehend Ah poor repair for th' loss of such a Friend The Prospect of a LANDSKIP Beginning with a GROVE WEll might the Antients deem a Grove to be The Sacred Mansion of some Deity For it our Souls insensibly do's move At once to humble Piety and Love The choicest Blessings Heav'n to us has giv'n And the best Off'ring we can make to Heav'n These only poor Mortality make bless'd And to Inquietude exhibit rest By these our rationality is shown The cognisance by which from Brutes we 'r known For who themselves of Piety devest Are surely but a Moral kind of Beasts But those whom gentle Laws of Love can't bind Are Salvages of the most sordid kind But none like these do in our Shades obtrude Though scornfully some needs will call thâ—m rude Yet Nature's culture is so well exprest That Art her self would wish to be so drest For here the Sun conspires with ev'ry Tree To deck the Earth with Landskip-Tapistry Then through some space his brightest Beams appearâ— VVhich do's erect a Golden Pillar there Here a close Canopy of Bows is made There a soft grassie Cloth of State is spread VVith Gems and gayest Flow'rs embroider'd oâ—re Fresh as those Beauties honest Swains adore Here Plants for health and for delight are met The Cephalick Cowslip Cordial Violet Under the Diuâ—eâ—ick Woodbine grows The Splenetick Columbine Scorbutick Rose The best of which some gentle Nymph doth takâ— For saithfull Corydon a Crown to make VVhilst on her Lap the happy Youth's head lyes Gazing upon the Aspects of her Eyes The most unerring best Astronomy VVhereby to Calculate his destiny VVhilst o're their heads a pair of Turtles Coo VVhich with less zeal and constancy do wooâ—â— And Birds around through their extended throats In careless Consort chant their pleasing Notes Than which no sweeter Musick strikes the Ear Unless when Lover's sighs each other hear Which are more soft than Austral Breeses bring Although they say they 're harbingers of th' Spring Ah silly Town wil 't thou near learn to know What happiness in Solitude do's grow But as a hardn'd Sinner for 's defence Pleads the insipidness of innocence Or some whom Vertue due respect would grant But that they feign they 're of her ignorant Yet Blindness is not laudable to plead When we 're by wilfull Ignorance mis-led Should some who think 't a happiness to get Crouds of acquaintance to admire their Wit Resolve their Sins and Follies to discard Their Cronies quickly would them disregard 'T is hard we must the World 's so wicked grown Be complaisant in Sin or live alone For those who now with Vertue are endu'd Do live alone though in a multitude Retire then all whom Fortune don't oblige To suffer the distresses of a Siege Where strong temptation Vertue do's attacque 'T is not ignoble an escape to make But where no Conquest can be hop'd by â—ight 'T is honourable sure to 'scape by flight Fly to some calm retreat where you may spend Your life in quietude with some kind Friend In some small Village and adjacent Grove At once your Friendship and your
fickle grown I 'll change too with the Wind Sometimes in Storms of Love I 'll frown Sometimes be calm and kind My Proteus Love shall frown and play As subtle Foxes doe Till they have seiz'd th' unwary Prey But then shall kill like you IV. A Courtier 's Tongue for Flattery A Poet's Brain for Wit A Womans Breast for Treachery For my designs I 'll get Then through the silly Female flock I cunningly will rove Thus thus for once I 'll try my luck To get their Hate or Love. ON HIS SECRET PASSION FOR COSMELIA BY no Discov'ry have I e'er reveal'd My secret Love so closely yet conceal'd But rather oft with Hypocritick Art In a dissembled look bely'd my Heart Yet cou'd Discov'ry gratifie my Wish Concealment shou'd not long defer the bliss For straight my Passion then I wou'd reveal And whisper in her Ear the Am'rous Tale. But no Relation can my wants relieve Or Limits to my boundless Wishes give Shou'd my Belov'd whose Art hath giv'n new breath To dying Heroes at the point of Death She who no Cure scarce ever undertook But the disease her Patient soon forsook She who each Simple's Sov'reign Vertue knows And to their proper use can them dispose Shou'd She her utmost Skill in Physick try All All wou'd fail to ease my misery All her Prescriptions without Love are vain Love only suits the Nature of my pain Thrice hath the Sun his Annual progress made Since first my Heart was by my Eyes betray'd With various Scenes of suitable delight Cosmelia's Beauty entertain'd my sight Th' Idea of which doth still salute my Eye Nor can her Absence this delight deny Whilst Wit and Learning also charm'd each sence Her Poetry had no less influence For flights of fancy in her lines abound As Wine in Conduits when a King is Crown'd Thus Art Wit Beauty Learning all conspire T' insnare my Heart and set my Soul on fire Her Words her Looks my waking thoughts employ And when I sleep I see her with more joy But ah too soon the silent Shades of Night Do leave their Empire to the rising Light. When lo I find my Pleasures but a Dream Thus chiefest Ioys glide with the swiftest stream A sleep or wake still Love creeps through my Veins And in my Mind the fierce infection reigns Sometimes with Books I wou'd divert my Mind But that increases but the pain I find Sometimes I court enjoyment â—rom my Muse Till by distraction I my fancy lose So wretched Men that sundry Med'cines try As oft increase as cure the Malady In vain I strive these fantoms to remove Or shun those Aerial Images of Love Her bright Idea makes Affections yield Like Ears of Corn when Wind salutes the Field Each rising Sun views her more bright and fair Her Vertues more conspicuous appear Gentle 's her Nature Modest is her Meen Her Conversation's Mild Her Looks Screen No Tyrant Passion rages in her Breast But the meek Dove builds there her Halâ—yon Nest. More Native Wealth doth that fair Breast contain Than all the Treasures of the boundless Main Not so delightfull was the Sacred Tree Nor God-like knowledge cou'd more tempting be For the fair Tree cou'd not such Fruit impart As this fair Virgin wou'd she yield her Heart Happy false Strephon then whose pow'rfull Charms Alone might win this Lady to his Arms His gracefull Meen resistless Charms impart And glide unfelt into her tender Heart Whilst on his Lips such smooth discourse is hung His Person 's less attractive than his Tongue No Storms in Love need Strephon then maintain Without a Siege he may the Conquest gain For where the Fort by Love's betray'd within It needs must yield to let the Hero in But for th' Squire and the young hopefull Cit With the Gay Spark that wou'd be thought a Wit Their hopes are blasted and each strives in vain By Nuptial Tyes the lovely prize to gain The Squire she slights lest he unkind shou'd prove And to his Horse or Dogs prefer her Love. Covetous and unbred she styles the Citt Debauch'd the vain pretender to lewd Wit. Thus bravely she doth these kind Heroes slight Thinking they all intrude on Strephon's right Whilst unconcern'd Triumphant Strephon stood Like some dull Image carv'd of Stone or Wood Insensible of all Love 's pow'rfull Charms Nor mov'd by Wit 's or Beauty's loud Alarms But oh my Soul unlike Effects I find Her Virgin charms produceth in thy mind As nought that 's dead and barren can excite Vital affections or the sence delight So nought inanimate cou'd e'er improve My Gen'rous thoughts to any fruits of Love Or as Clarinda's painted Shadows fed Only my fancy with their White and Red. So bright Cosmelia's Pen it do's impart Vigour and Motion to my Love-sick Heart Her sacred Presence all my Parts do render Vocal except my Tongue that stupid Member Her Wit my Soul inspires with thoughts too great For words to comprehend shou'd silence break If in kind glances by a swift surprize I do behold the Aspect of her Eyes Alternate Paroxysms of Cold and Heat My Vital Spirits strangely do defeat Thus various Passions in my Breast do rove Yet all do meet and terminate in Love. Oh wou'd kind Heav'n but be so much my friend To make my Fate upon my choice depend All my Ambition here I wou'd confine And only this fair Virgin shou'd be mine Lock'd in her Arms in Love and Peace I 'd lye And whilst I breathe my Flames shou'd never dye For shou'd that Beauty which she do's possess Fade into Autumn I cou'd love no less TO CLARINDA ON HIS Deserting her and loving Cosmelia 'T IS true Clarinda once I did resign To your frail Beauty this kind Heart of mineâ— Yet the Resignment but in thought was sign'd For words ne'er seal'd the impress of my Mind Too well my Heart was sensible you gain'd By treach'rous Wiles the Conquest you obtain'd And that by Art y' assum'd deluding Looks Looks unrecorded in kind Nature's Books Therefore I 've justly banish'd you my Breast No more your Beauty shall invade my rest I 've entertain'd a more deserving Guest Not One whose Heart 's inconstant as the Wind But One whose Love to One can be confin'd One whose true Love with Friendship ever flows And whom kind Fate has for my Lover chose To her m' inamour'd Heart doth panting move By fervent Efforts of Ecstatick Love With modest Blushes I inform her Eyes Her vertuous Love has made my Heart her prize And whilst my Blushes doe confess I burn By Sighs and Looks she makes as kind return Know then kind Nymph my Love to you's expir'd And fled to her who thus my Breast has fir'd Without her Art your Beauty will decay A fit of Sickness makes it fade away Whilst in her sight no bold Disease durst stand But trembling vanishes at her command What though your Pencil Nature oft supplies With Charms as piercing as your Azure Eyes Yet know 't is
When e'er he pleas'd to lash the nauseous Times And with just Rules correâ—t the Poet's Crimes Nonsence and Bays and Bombast took their flight Like frighted Phantoms from the hated Light. As by the order of this World we guess A God not Chance first mov'd the mighty Mass So whilst we saw when we made War Success Advantage when we pleas'd to grant a Peace We by the Beauty knew Villers was there And God-like Charles was eas'd of half his care So in the Realms above 't is Iove's to will Whilst lesser Powers his Commands fulfill Nor was his Body inferiour to his Mind For when he was created Fate design'd That he should be the wonder of Mankind Goodness and Grace did always with him move From Men he Honour claim'd from Women Love Some slighted Swain whom Celia's scorn opprest May raise a Flame in some less guarded Breast But there the Curse do's not intirely fall He form'd the Race of Women to enthrall Reveng'd upon their Sex the quarrels of us all Ten thousand ways soft thoughts he cou'd inspire And kindled in all hearts a gen'rous fire His Bounty wealth his Beauty gave desire His Iudgment gave us Laws a Play his Wit By him we liv'd we lov'd we rul'd we writ These Thirteen following COPIES done by Mr. HOVENDEN WALKER sometime of Trinity-Colledge in Dublin PSALM the CXXXIX Paraphras'd from Verse the 7. to Verse the 13. WHere shall I â—ind a close conceal'd Abode Or how avoid an God! Whither O whither can a Sinner flee Almighty Lord from thy Ubiquitie How from thy Omnipresence can he hide Since ev'ry-where thy Spirit do's reside Would I ascend to Heaven ev'n there Do's thy Refulgent Glory most appear Thy Light do's there â—ill the unbounded space And there dost thou thy bright Pavilion place At thy right hand thy dear thy darling Son Sits and thy Spirit hovers o'er the Throne While Hallelujahs to their God and King Myriads of Blessed Saints and Angels sing Would I to shun thee dive to deepest Hell Ev'n there thy Horrours and thy Iudgments dwell Thy Terrours there the wretched Damn'd invade No Bed of Rest or Refuge there is made For ever there thy Triumphs do remain Which Satan to forget still strives in vain E'er since for Man thou didst Redemption gain And by thy Death both Death and Hell were slain Cou'd I with wings fly to the utmost Sea Swift as the Light which brings approaching day Swift as the Dawn which do's it self disperse In half a Day through half the Universe Ev'n this a vain and fond Design would prove Nor from thy just Protection could I move For the wide World's most large circumference Is circumscrib'd by thy vast Providence Thy Goodness me from dang'rous Ills would save And lead me safely o'er each angry Wave Thy right hand would conduct me through all harms Thou wouldst protect me in thy mighty Arms. Under thy Wings I should in quiet sleep Though toss'd and threaten'd by the dreadfull Deep Would I propose to hide me from thy sight In an Egyptian Darkness and thick Night A glorious Splendour and a Light divine From out of that thou wouldst command to shine Thou wouldst that blackest Cov'ring make as bright As the gay Beams of the Sun 's dazling Light From thee the Night can no concealment be For Night and Day are still the same to thee Therefore in vain fond Men attempt to run From thee and thy Eternal Presence shun Thou unconfin'd thy self do'st all confine For all is full of thee and all is thine A PASTORAL In Imitation of VIRGIL's Second ECLOGUE A Lowly Swain lov'd a proud Nymph in vain Who did the Country and the Fields disdain Because the fairest of the City Train The haughty She despis'd his humble Flame And soaring flew at a more noble Game Unheard unseen he daily came to mourn Near lonesome streams and shades her cruel scorn And while alone he moan'd his luckless Love His griefs ev'n senceless Trees and Rocks did move The neighb'ring Hills with horrour seem'd to shake While to himself â—hese raving words he spake Shall I as others to my Flocks complain That I a cruel Beauty love in vain Shall I with fruitless cries disturb my Lambs Or with my quer'lous groans aâ—â—right their Dams Their Dams that strangers are to Lover's cares And can enjoy their Loves without their Fears No let me here in secret pine away And in sad objects read my Doom each day Lo through these Clifts a trav'lling Current glides And little Rocks the purling streams divides Ah! how well this resembles my sad Fate My fruitless tears and her unsoft'ning hate For as these Rocks hard and unmov'd remain And the clear stream but washes 'em in vain So fall my Tears as unsuccessfully Nor her hard stony Heart can mollifie For still they run unheeded as this Brook Nor will she stop 'em by one pleasing look Oh cruel Nymph why do'st thou thus delight To torture me why thus my suff'rings â—light My mournfull Songs neglected are by thee Thou art regardless of my Verse and me Thou canst behold with an unpittying Eye My sorrows and art pleas'd to see me dye Lo now each Creature either rests or feeds And spotted Lyzards dance in shady weeds All are imploy'd and bonny Mall takes care Dinners for weary Reapers to prepare But I by saâ— complaints at noon am found Making with Grashoppers the Shrubs resound And while I trace thy wand'ring sâ—eps all day Oppress'd wiâ—h heat of Love my spirits decay And by the Sun scorch't up I faint away Had I not better far contented born Brown Amaryllis little peevish scorn Whose lofty Soul high Parents and Descent Against my Love had been no Argument Or I had better far have lov'd black Bess What though her Wealth and Beauty had been less What though her Skin was of a tawny hew And though as fair as whitest Lillies you With her so long in vain I had not strove But she would have rewarded Love with Love. Oh beauteous Nymph do not so much delight Nor pride thy self that thou art sair and white For whitest Blossoms most neglected fall While the ripe Blackberry is pluck't by all But I am so despis'd so scorn'd by thee Thou dost not ev'n so much as ask of me What stock I do of larger Cattel keep How stor'd with Milk or how inrich't with Sheep My thousand Lambs wander on yonder Hills 'T is my large Flock th' adjacent Valley fills Summer nor Winter my Kine ne'er are dry But with new Milk my little House supply If or my Verse or Musick could but prove Of force enough to make my fair one love I would oblige her with such Songs such lays As those with which Amphion in pristine days Himself of old the Theban Walls did raise Nor am I so deform'd to be despis'd For I but lately with the Sea advis'd When the still Winds did undisturbed sleep Nor with their Rage wrinkled the smooth-fac'd Deep And if that Image
you But ah alas my Spells are all too weak To keep a silence which you urge to break Though I remember justly where and when I promis'd ne'er to trouble you agen And when I spoke I meant my words for true But those Resolves were cancell'd at review Of your obliging Lines which made me know Silence to be the greater fault o' th' too For where Perfection do's in triumph sit 'T is rude to praise but sinfull to omit I often read your Lines and oft admire How Eloquence and Fancy do conspire With Wit and Iudgment to make up a Quire And grace the Musick of Apollo's Lire But that which makes the Musick truly sweet Virtue and Innocence in Chorus meet So smooth so gentle all your Writings are If I with other Authors them compare Methinks their Modish Wit to me do's shew But as an Engyscope to view yours through Nor do your Writâ—ngs only smoothly glide Whilst your whole life 's like some impetuous tide But both together keep a gentle pace And each other do each other grace There 's very few like you that do possess The Stoicks strictness Poets gentleness I much admire your Worth but more my Fate That worthless I thereof participate Ev'n so the Sun disdains not to dispence On meanest Insects his bright influence But gives them animation by his Rays Which they requite like me with worthless praise Which now I 'm sure 's grown troublesome to you But you must bear that fate which others do For those that needs will taste of Parents joys Must too indure the plague of Cradle-noise On my Mother and my Lady W who both lay sick at the same time under the Hands of Dr. Paman LIke two sweet Youths stripâ—d naked on the Strand Ready to plunge in consternation stand Viewing the dimples of that smiling Face Whose frigid Body they design t' imbrace Till by their Angel's care some friend Snatches them from the danger they intend So did these Pious Souls themselves prepare By putting off the Robes of worldly care Thus fitted as they were in each degree To lanch into a bless'd Eternity They both had shot the Gulph Had not theiâ— Guardian-God good Paman sent Who by his Skill a longer time them lent Ah happy Paman mightily approv'd Both by thy Patients and the Poor belov'd Hence let no Slander light upon the Fame Of thy great Art much less upon thy Name Nor to bad Druggs let Fate thy Worth expose For best Receipts are baffl'd oft by those Nor let no Quack intrude where thou do'st come To crop thy Fame or haste thy Patients doom Base Quackery to Sickness the kind Nurse The Patients ruine and Physicians curse Let no infectious Sickness seize thy Blood But that thou may'st live long to do much good May all the Blessings light on thee that can Attend a Doctor or a Christian Man. Since by thy care thou hast restor'd to us Two in whom Virtue 's most conspicuous Better I 'm sure no Age can ever shew Whose Lives are Precepts and Examples too In Commendation of the Female Sex. Out of SCIPINA AH Beauteous Sex to you we 're bound to give Our thanks for all the Blessings we receive Ev'n that we 're Men the chief of all our boast Were without you but a vast blessing lost In vain would Man his mighty Patent show That Reason makes him Lord of all below If Woman did not moderate his rule He 'd be a Tyrant or a softly fool For e'er Love's documents inform his Breast He 's but a thoughtless kind of Houshold Beast Houses alas there no such thing wou'd be He 'd live beneath the umbrage of a Treâ— Or else usurp some free-born Native's Cave And so inhabit whilst alive a Grave Or o'er the World this Lordly Brute wou'd rove Were he not taught and civiliz'd by Love. 'T is Love and Beauty regulate our Souls No rules so certain as in Venus Schools Your Beauty teacheth whatsoe'er is good Else good from bad had scarce been understood What 's eligible by your smiles we know And by your frowns refuse what is not so Thus the rough draught of Man you have refin'd And polish'd all the Passions of his mind His Cares you lessen and his Ioys augment To both extreams set the just bounds Content In fine 't is you to Life its relish give Or 't were insipid not worth while to live Nay more we 're taught Religion too by you For who can think that such Perfections grew By chance no 't was the divine Pow'rs which thus Chose to exhibit their bright selves to us And for an Antepast of future bliss Sent you their Images from Paradise To my BROTHER whilst he was in France DEar Brother So far as you advance Your knowledge by your Iourney into Franceâ— So far and more I 'm sure I backward go For I can't say As in praesenti now Nor ever shall I am so much concern'd For your dear safety whilst you are return'd Nothing at present wonted pleasure yields The Birds nor Bushes or the gaudy Fields Nor Osier holts nor Flow'ry banks of Glen Nor the soft Meadow-grass seem Plush as when We us'd to walk together kindly here And think each blade of Corn a Gem did bear Instead of this and thy Philosophy Nought but my own false Latin now I see False Verse or Lovers falsest of the three Ev'n thoughts of formor happiness augment My Griefs and are my present punishment As those who from a state of Grandeur fall Find adverse Fate hard to dispence withall Had Devils never Heaven seen Their Hell a smaller Curse had been On the DEATH of my Brother COme Sorrow come embrace my yielding heart For thou' rt alone no Passion else a-part Since of my Dear by Death I am bereft Thou art the faithfull'st Lover I have left And so much int'rest thou hast got in me All thoughts of him prove only Pimps to thee If any joy sâ—em to accost my Soul One thought of him do's presently controle Those fawning Rivals all which steal away Like wand'ring Ghosts at the approach of day But hold fond Grief thou must forbear a while Thy too too kind Caresses which beguile Me of my Reason retire whilst I Repeat the Life the Death the Elogy Of him my Soul ador'd with so much pride As makes me slight all worldly things beside Of him who did by his fraternal Love More noble Passions in my Bosome move Than e'er cou'd be infus'd by Cupid's Darts Or any feign'd adulterate sordid Arts Of him whose blooming Youth pleas'd each Man's Eye And tempted Women to Idolatry Of him whose growing Art made Death afraid He shou'd be vanquish'd and his Throne betray'dâ— 'Cause with success and yet no less applause He rescu'd many from the Tyrant's jaws At last the Tyrant raging full with spight Assaults his Enemy with all his might And for his Second brings a Feavour too In this Attacque what could our Champion doe He bravely fights but forc'd at last to
yield Nature his Second having lost the Field Many bring in their Aid but 't is too late Grim Death had gotten a Decree from Fate Which retrograded all that gâ—eat supply Whose pow'rfull Arms makes Death and Feavers flyâ— But why great Fate would'st thou so cruel be Of Ioy at once to rob the World and Me What joys so e'er we to our selves propose Fate still will frustrate or at least oppose 'T is her Ambition sure to let us know She has the Regiment of all below If it be so command some mournfull Muse T' inspire my Soul and then my Heart infuse With Essence of some Dirges that I may His Matchless worth to all the World display Nor Fate nor Muse will help us now I find All flee the Wretched ev'n as Ships the Wind. My Dear had'st thou to me bequeath'd thy Wit Thy Character had long ago been writ I' th' most sublime and lasting Verse That e'er Adorn'd the greatest Hero's Herse But were thy great Encomium writ by me ' Twou'd be the ready way to lessen thee Therefore I must desist from that design And the attempt to better hands resign Only repeat what mournfully was said As in thy cold and narrow Bed was 't laid By the Apollo's of thy noble Art Who seem'd to grudge me in their grief a part Alas he 's gone who shou'd have liv'd to be An honour to our Great Society Alas he 's gone who shou'd supply the place Of some of us when time has left no space Betwixt us and the Grave but now we see How they 're deceiv'd who hold no vacancy And all the Gallant AEsculapian Crow Whos 's great Example from Spectators drew Such floods of tears that some mistook their aim And thought a real show'r from Heav'n came But I as if the Fountain of this Source With Handkerchiefs strove to retard the course But all in vain my real loss was great As many thought whose Words I here repeat I cannot blame you for lamenting so Since better friend no friend did e'er forego A publick Sorrow for this loss is due The Nation surely Madam mourns with you On the same A Pindarique ODE I. WHat have I now to hope or fear Since Death has taken all that 's dear In him who was my joy my love Who rais'd my Passion far above What e're â—he blind God's shafts cou'd doe Or Nymph or Swain e'er knew For Friendship do's our Souls more gently move To a Love more lasting noble and more true Than dwells in all the Amorous Crew For Friendship 's pure holy just Without canker soil or rust Of Pride Covâ—tousness or Lust It to Ambition makes no room Nor can it be by Int'reâ—t overcome But always keeps its proper state I' th' midst of most injurious Fate Ev'n Death it self to 'ts Bonds can give no date II. But O Tyrant thou Canst at one blow Destroy Fruition's happiness Wherein we Lovers place our bliss For without it Love 's but an ample theam Of Imaginary joys Those gay-deluding toys By which our most fix'd thoughts are crosâ—'d Or as one that wakes out of a drâ—am Finds all the pleasing Objects lost Or as Sodom's beauteous fruit Whose out-side makes a fair pretence To gratifie another sence But touch it and you 'll find how destitute It 's of all good Much more unfit for food So may our pleasures make a specious shew To th' vulgar view But his absence whom I now deplore Makes all my Ioys but Ashes at the core III. Ah Death thou wast severe Thus from me to tear The Hopes of all my future Happiness The Co-partner of my present Bliss The Alleviator of my Care The partaker of what ever Fate did share To me in my Life's progress If bad he wou'd bear half at least Till the Storm was over-blown or ceas'd If good he wou'd augment it to excess And no lesâ— joy for me than for himself express IV. Of my Youth he was the Guide All its extravagance with curious eyâ— He wou'd see and rectify And in me he infus'd such humble pride As taught me this World's pleasures to deride He made me know I was above All that I saw or cou'd enjoy In this giddy toy Of the whole World's happiness And yet again this Paradox wou'd prove That to my self shou'd seem less Than ought I saw i' th' mighty Universe V. Nor was his kindness only fix'd on me For freely he Did on all friends his Love and Wit dispence As th' Heavens do their influence And likewise did no diminution know When his Wit he did bestow Amongst his wond'ring Auditors Who cou'd not chuse where Wit was so proâ—ound And Vertue did so much abound But to become his faithfull Plauditors All which he did receive With less concern than they could give Which proves that Pride his Heart did never touch For this he always understood That best Ambition still was such As less desir'd to be wise than good VI. But thus his Vertues to enumerate Serves but my Sorrows to accumulate As cyphers in Accompt Till the Sum ad infinitum mount A Sum which none but Death can calculate Which he most dext'rously can doe By subtracting the one Figure â—rom â—he row For one's but one if taken from the train Of Pleasures Riches Honours Wit Nor can a King his Power maintain If all these cyphers should recedeâ—rom â—rom it What matter then what our attendance be Whether happiness or miserie For when the mighty Leveller do's come It seems we must be all but one One in equality VII How soon he comes I need not care Who may to me a better fortune share For of all happiness I here despair Since he is gone who Animation gave To all that 's pleasant to my thoughts or brave Ev'n my Studies he inspir'd With lively vigour which with him retir'd And nought but their Bodies Books remain For Sorrow do's their Souls inchain So fast that they can ne'er return again Part of the XIX PSALM I. THE Heav'ns declare the Glory of God And th' Firmament doth shew To all Mankind dispers'd abroad What Works his mighty hands can doe The silent Nights and speechless Days To each other chant their lays Which make a tunefull Serenade To th' mighty Universe And find a Language to reherse The praise of him who them and us has made II. And in them he hath fix'd a place For the Glorious Sun Which comes forth with Bridegroom's strength and grace The Earth his happy Bride t' imbrace And as a Gyant do's rejoyce to run His course where he is sure to be Crown'd with glorious Victory For nothing in this World's circumference Can be hid from his bright influence Coming from in a Dark Night I. FArewell O Eyes which I ne'er saw before And 't is my int'rest ne'er to see ye more Though th' deprivation of your light I 'm sure will make it doubly Night Yet rather I 'll lose my way i' th' dark than stay For here I
bring her purposes about So great her cunning in insinuation That she soon gain'd her wish'd-for restoration But when I found this wou'd not do A Violent Death I put her to But see my Friend how your All-pow'rfull Pen O Miracle has rais'd her from the Dead again II. And now alas what can she doe Or speak or shew How very much she is oblig'd to you For where the Boon's so great it were a rude Presumption to pretend to Gratitude And a mad project to contrive to give To you from whom she do's her All receive Yet if she Traffick on your Stock and thrive 'T is fit how e'er the Principal be spent To pay the Int'rest of Acknowledgment III. And with her I must acknowledge too The honour which you did on me bâ—stow Though I unworthy were of it Not but your Iudgment knew well how to chuse A worthier Subject than my Muse To exercise th' Exu'brance of your Wit But that your Goodness over all presides And nobly in Triumph rides Whilst other Vertues march in Troops behind Friendship do's the Chariot guide Which may perhaps run too much of one side Friendship as well as Love sometimes is blind And that she may be always so My Prayers shall ever tend 'Cause I no other Title have to show Or tenure to the love of any Friend A PASTORAL DIALOGUE Betwixt Two Shepherd Boys 1 Boy I Wonder what Alexis ails To sigh and talk of Darts Of Charms which o'er his Soul prevails Of Flames and bleeding Hearts I saw him yesterday alone Walk crossing of his Arms And Cuckow like was in a tone Ah Caelia ah thy charms 2 Boy Why sure thou' rt not so ignorant As thou would'st seem to be Alas the cause of his complaint Is all our destiny 'T is mighty Love's All-pow'rfull Bow Which has Alexis hit A pow'rfull Shaft will hit us too E'er we 're awarâ— of it 1 Boy Love why alas I little thought There had been such a thing Only for Rhime it had been brought When Shepherds use to Sing I 'm sure what e're they talk of Love 'T is but conceit at most As Fear i' th' dark our fancies move To think we see a Ghost 2 Boy I know not but the other day A wanton Girl there were Who took my Stock-Dove's Eggs away And Black-birds Nest did tear Had it been thee my dearest Boy Revenge I shou'd have took But she my Anger did destroy With th' sweetness of her Look 1 Boy So t'other day a wanton Slut As I slept on the Ground A Frog into my Bosom put My Hands and Feet she bound She hung my Hook upon a Tree Then laughing bad me wake And though she thus abused me Revenge I cannot take Chorus Let 's wish these Overtures of State Don't fatal Omens prove For those who lose the Power to hate Are soon made slaves to Love. To Mr. C. B. On his Incomparable SINGING THE Honour that the Air receives From thy Melodious Voice Sure makes it grieve itâ— cannot givâ— More Echoes to the noise Whilst Atoms joyfully advance In happy Consort they Do in a nimble careless Dance Thy charming Notes obey Birds have been said to fall down dead At th' shouting of a throng Had'st thou been there it had been said thou 'dst rais'd 'em with a Song If th' Mind upon the Body works By secret Sympathies Who knows what in thy Musick lurks To cure all Maladies If Fate this Physick shou'd prefer Thy Practice is decreed All London and Montpelier Physicians shall exceed Hence forward then let Poets Sing No more of Orpheus Since we have one whose Voice may bring Health to attend on us THE COMPLAINT I. HOw oft ah wretch hast thou profusely swore Me as the Gods thou did'st adore And that my Words shou'd be to thee As of Divine Authority In this my Power exceeded theirs To me thou ne'er did'st wander in thy Prayers II. And oft thou prayest bathed in thy Tears Drop'd from the clouds of loving fears And on my Hand thy Faith confess And after that beg for redress Whilst on the Altar of my lip For Sacrifice let no occasion slip III. But now thou' rt grown prophane Atheistical Not chang'd thy Faith but cast off all So Sacrilegious too thou art Thou' rt not câ—ntent to rob in part To bear my Rites thy Vows away But by thy cruelty thou do'st assay To bring the beauteous Fabrick to decay A SONG in SCIPINA IN vain do's Nature her free gifts bestow To make us wise or fair If Fortune don't her Favours show Scorn'd or neglected we may go Not worth a Look much less a Lover's care Or if we shou'd some pitying Eyes command Or those of admiration So unendow'd fair Structures stand Admir'd but not one helping hand Will rescue them â—rom Time's dilapidation Then surely vain it is for me to strive With native Charms or Art For Beauty may as well survive Her Climacterick Twenty-five As without Wealth to get or keep a Heart A SONG I. THE Heart you lest when you took mine Proves such a busie Guest Unless I do all Pow'r resign It will not let me rest It my whole Family disâ—urbs Turns all my Thoughts away My stoutest Resolutions curbs Makes Iudgment too obey If Reason interpose her Pow'r Alas so weak she is She 's check'd with one small soft Amour And conquer'd with a Kiss A SONG GIve o'er my Fidelius my Fidelius give o'er Since Menaelus your Father dislikes our Amour In silence let us our misfortunes deplore Not that his â—air Flocks or green Pastures so wide He will betwixt Sylvia and Damon divide But that duty forbids thee to make me thy Bride And if for our duty we suffer well here Heav'n shall for such Lovers choice Blessings prepare Honey-moon shall eternally wait on us there A SONG I. AS Am'rous Corydon was laid I' th' shady Myrtle Grove Thus did his Words his Sighs upbraid For telling of his Love. Ah Trayterous Rebels without sence Of what her Scorn can doe 'T is I must dye for your offence And be thought guilty too II. Nor can I blame ill Fate for this My wretched hopeless state Nor yet Philena's Cruelties Who kills me with her hate But your audacious Villaniâ—s Occasions this my fall Else I had dy'd a Sacrifice But now a Criminal A Bachanalian SONG TRoy had a Breed of brave stout Men Yet Greece made shift to rout her 'Cause â—ach Man drank as much as Ten And thence grew Ten times stouter Though Hector was a Trojan true As ever Piss'd ' gen Wall Sir Achilles bang'd him black and blue For he drank more than all Sir. Let Bacchus be our God of War We shall fear nothing then Boys We 'll drink all dead and lay 'em to bed And if they wake not conquered We 'll drink 'em dead again Boys Nor were the Graecians only sam'd For Drinking and for Fighting Bnt he that drank and wa'n't asham'd Was ne'er asham'd on 's Writing He that will be a Souldier then
saw I Clarinda hide Her Face more bright than was the Lemnian Bride So I an off'ring to her ruby Lips Wou'd make but cannot pay 't for the Eclipse That keeps off my be-nighted Eye I mean The Curtain that divides it from the Scene Say my Clarinda for what Discontent Keep thy all Rosie Cheeks so strict a Lent Or is thy Face which thou do'st thus disguise In Mourning for the Murthers of thine Eyes If so and thou d'st resolve not to be seen A Frown to me had more than Mid-night been THE MIDDLE SISTER Ascribed to CLARINDA DAme Nature seems to make your Sisters stand As Handmaids that attend on either hand To right or left I turn not Poets say The middle is the best and safest way Fortune and Nature are your Friends my Fair For they have plac'd you here in Vertue 's Chair Doubtless in you the Middle Grace I see On this side Faith on that sweet Charity Your Sisters stand like Banks on either side Whilst you the Crystal stream betwixt them glide Or if you will they walk on either side Like Bride-Maids you in middle like a Bride What shall I farther add The Trav'ller sees A pleasant Walk between two rows of Trees The smooth and silent Flood in th' middle flows But the Shoars murmur from the Banks rough Brows AN ELOGY ON Mrs. M. H. By a Student of the Inner-Temple SOme do compare their Mistress in dull Rhimes To Pearl and Diamonds brought from Indian Mines Their Lips to Corral their Neck to Snow Robbing both Indies to adorn them so But these alas are Metaphors too bare To make perfection half it self appear And to prophane you so wou'd be a Sin Worse to be pardon'd than commenced in A Crime that brings my Muse into suspence 'T were blasphemy to setch a Simile hence In You each Member shows the whole to be Not bare perfection but a Prodigie Nature turn'd spend-thrift now designs no moâ—e T' amuse poor Mortals with such monst'rous sâ—ore Since you have made her Bankrupt quite and poor Your Eyes like Heav'ns Illustrious Lamps dispenâ—e By Beams more bright a secret inâ—luence On all Admirers and like Heav'n do give A Pow'r whereby poor Mortals be and live Nor is this all the Charms that constellate In your fair Eyes they do not terminate An equal share of those Celestial Rays Crowns ev'ry Member with an equal praise They 're not confin'd to Lip or Chin or Hand But universal are as Sea and Land. Who views your Body with a curious Eye May through that milky hew a Soul descry A Soul that breaths nought but Seraphick Love The sweet Monopoly of that above Modest as Virgins are yet not unkind Fair but not proud your Goodness unconfin'd To Time or Person and your Iudgment great But not possessed with a self-conceit Perfection so divine so pure and bright Nor Pen nor Tongue can e'er express it right The loftiest Epithite my Muse e'er knew Admits a Greater when apply'd to You Who can resist such Charms at whose Access Sol sneaks away to the Antipodes Or in the Umbrage of some Cloud do's hide His Face as if he fear'd to be out-vy'd A Fabrick so Polite and so compleat Heav'n may behold with Envy and regret To see in one poor Mortal thus Ingrost All the perfections that she e'er cou'd boast And were you but immortal too like it Angels wou'd pay that duty we omit As if you were a Deity confin'd To humane Flesh not wretched but refin'd A Love-Poem By an Oxford Gentleman TO what kind GOD am I in debt for this Obliging Minute that bestows such bliss As now to represent unto my sight That which to Me alone can cause delight How long in mournful Silence has my Sighs Bemoan'd thy Absence witness O ye Skies But now I have obtain'd my wish'd success And have in view my chiefest happiness I must with hast my prison'd thoughts reveal Which has been long a torment to conceal Phyllis ah lovely Phyllis thou art she Who showest Heav'n in Epitome Angels with pleasure view thy Matchless Grace And both admire and love thy beauteous Face Cou'd Heav'n some greater Master-piece devise Set out with all the Glories of the Skies That Beauty yet in vain he shou'd decree Nothing like you can be belov'd by Me. VVhat Ornament and Symmetry I view VVhere each part seems as Beautiful as New. I long t' enjoy those Hands those Lips those Eyesâ— VVhich I who love you most know how to prize But when my Arms imbrace thy Virgin-Love Angels shall sing our Bridal Hymn above Nature then pleas'd shall give her glad consent And gild with brighter Beams the Firmament Roses unbud and ev'ry fragrant Flower Shall strip their Stalks to strow the Nuptial Boweâ— The firr'd and feather'd kind the triumph shall pursue And Fishes leap above the Water to see you And wheresoe'er thy happy foot-stepsâ—read â—read Nature in triumph after thee is led My Eyes shall then look languishing on thine And wreathing Arms our soft Embraces joyn And in a pleasing trembling seiz'd all o'er Shall feel delights unknown to us before VVhat follows will our pleasures most inhance VVhen we shall swim in Ecstasie and Trance â—nd speechless Ioys in which sweet transport toss'd VVe both shall in a pleasant Death be lost I know not where to end this happy Theam But is it real or some airy Dream A sudden fear do's all my thoughts surprize I dare not trust the witnâ—ss of my Eyes How fixt I stand and indispos'd to move These pleasant Charms unwilling to disprove Like him who Heav'n in a soft Dream enjoys To stir and wake his Paradise destroys ANOTHER Love-Poem By the same Authour PRide of the World in Beauty Pow'r and Love Best of thy Sex Equal to Gods above Unparalell'd Vertue they that search about The World to find thy Vertues equal out Must take a Iourney longer than the Sun And Pilgrims dye e'er half their race is run Your charming Beauty can't but please the sight With all that is in Nature exquisite About those Lips Ambrosial odours flow Nectar and all the Sweets of Hybla grow Those sparkling Eyes resistless Magick bear I see young wanton Cupids dancing there What melting Charms there waves about thy Breast On whose transporting Billows Iove might restâ— And with immortal Sweets be ever blest Shall I but name the other charming Bliss That wou'd conveigh our Souls to Paradise Gods how she charms none sure was e'er like thee Whose very sight do's cause an Ecstasie Thou art so soft so sweet and silent all As Births of Roses or as Blossoms fall Hide then those Eyes take this soft Magick hence My Happiness so much transports my Sence That such another look will make me grow Too firmly fix't ever to let you go Soul summon all thy force thy joy to bear Whilst on this Hand eternal Love I swear Sweetest of Creatures if there Angels be What Angel is not wishing to be Thee Can any happiness compare
in what you doom Do not my Passion with your scorn o'er-come But with the Sweets of Love and then we 'll be Lock't in Embraces to Eternity UPON A Gentlewomans Refusal of a LETTER from one she was ingaged to By Sir C. S. NOT hear my Message but the Bearer shun What hellish Fiend inrag'd cou'd more have done Surely the Gods design to make my Fate Of all most wretched and unfortunate 'T was but a Letter and the Words were few Fill'd with kind wishes but my Fate 's too true I 'm lost for ever banish'd from her sight Although by Oaths and Vows she 's mine by right Ye Gods look down and hear my Sorrows moan Like the faint Echoes of a dying groan But how is 't possible so fair a Face Shou'd have a Soul so treacherous and base To promise constancy and then to prove False and unkind to him she vow'd to love Oh Barb'rous Sex whose Nature is to rook â—nd cheat Mankind with a betraying look Hence I 'll keep guard within from all your Charms And ever more resist all fresh Alarms â—'ll trace your windings through the darkest Cell And find your Stratagems though lodg'd in Hell. Your gilded Paintings and each treacherous Wile By which so eas'ly you Mankind beguile Winds are more constant than a Womans Mind Who holds to none but to the present kind For when by absence th' Object is remov'd The time is gone and spent wherein she lov'd And is it not the very same with me To slight my Love when I must absent be Perhaps sh' has seen a more atracting Face And a new Paramour has taken place And shall my injur'd Soul stand Mute and live Whilst that another reaps what she can give Glutted with pleasures and again renew Their past delights although my claim and dueâ— Oh no my Soul 's inrag'd revenge calls on I 'll tear her piece-meal e'er my fury 's gone Stretch out my Arm all o'er th' inconstant stain And then cleave down her treach'rous limbs in twaiâ—â— The greatest plagues Invention e'er cou'd â—ind Is not sufficient for th' inconstant Mind I think I have o'er-come my Passion quite And cou'd not love although 't were in despight As for the Man who must enjoy my room He 'll soon be partner in my wretched doom He by her Faith alas no more will find Than when she swore to me to prove most kind Therefore I 'll leave her and esteem her less And in my self both joy and acquiesce But oh my Heart there 's something moves there still Sure 't is the vigour of unbounded Will. Too much I fear my Fetters are not gone Or I at least again must put them on Methinks I feel my Heart is not got free Nor all my Passions set at liberty From the bright glances of her am'rous Eye Down Rebel-love and hide thy boyish Head I 'm too much Man to hear thy follies plead Go seek some other Breast of lower note Go make some Old decrepit Cuckold dote â—egone I say or strait thy Quiver Bow And thou thy self fall to destruction too But oh I 'm gone my Foes have all got ground My Brains grow giddy and my Head turns round My Heart 's intangled with the Nets of Love My Passions rave and now ye Gods above Help on my doom and heave me to your Skies Look look Mervinda's just before my Eyes Help me to catch her e'er her Shadow fly And I fall downward from this rowling Sky In Praise of a Deformed but Virtuous LADY OR A SATYR on BEAUTY FIne Shape good Features and a handsom Face Such do the glory of the Mind deface But Vertue is the best and only grace Venus Man's Mind inflames with lustfull fires Consumes his Reason burns his best desires Wer 't thou my Soul but from my Body free Had Flesh and Blood no influence on thee Then woud'st thou love a Woman woud'st chuâ—â—â— The Soul-fair-she to be thy blessed Spouse Beauty's corrupt and like a Flower stands To be collected by impurest hands 'T is hard nay 't is scarce possible to find Vertue and Venus both together joynâ—d For the fair She who knows the force and strength Of Beauty's charms grows proud and then at length Lust and Ambition will possess her Breast Which always will disturb Man's peacefull rest Beware my Soul lest she ensnare thy sence Against her Wiles let Vertue be thy fence Some please their fancies with a Picture well And for meer toys do real pleasures sell No bliss fond Cupid thinks like what is in The smoothing of his Ladies tender Skin Her snowy Breasts kind Looks and sparkling Eye Strait Limbs with blushing Cheeks and Forehead high In these his best and chiefest pleasures lye What other parts she can for pleasure show You can produce as well as she I know When Age with furrows shall have plow'd her Face And all her Body o'er thick wrinkles place Her Breasts turn black her sparkling Eyes sink in Fearfull to see the bristles on her Chin Her painted Face grown swarthy wan and thin Her Hands all shrivel'd o'er her Nails of length Enough to dig her Grave had she but strength Such is the Mistress that blind Poets praise Such foolish Theams their grov'ling fancies raise My Mistress is more lovely and more fair Graces divine in her more brighter are She is the source of Bliss whilst Vertue reigns In her all things impure her Soul disdains Those fools ne'er knew pure Love's most sacred Arts That e'er were conquer'd by blind Cupid's Darts Or stand as slaves to their own carnal hearts Madam 'T IS the preheminence that'â— seen in you Which do's with sacred Love my heart subdue For all must own who 've read in Nature's Books Modesty and Good-nature's in your Looks Your Conversation's mild these sacred Charms Protection are 'gainst Lusts impurer harms These and your other Vertues do excell And matchless seem to want a parallel In your most sacred Presence none can think Of Lust or once its horrid Venom drink You are an object that will soon dispell Lusts most delightfull poisons sent from Hell Your Self's the substance of the Saints above You move my Soul with chast and holy Love For you alone large Off'rings I design And with continual prayers I wish you mine Oh that Omnipotence wou'd Bounty shew And make me happy in contracting you A LOVE-LETTERâ— By W. S. Gent. Madam ' TWou'd prove a needless thing shou'd I Strive to set forth what 's obvious to each Eye To speak your Worth and Beauty wou'd but be To show the Sun at noon which all Men see Beauty it self Youth smiles and ev'ry grace Do all pay tribute to your Heav'nly Face One smile from you might make the Dead to live Yielding more Wealth than lavish Worlds can giveâ— Your sparkling Eyes out-dart the pale-fac'd Moon You are far brighter than the Eye of Noon Phoebus his Golden Fleece looks not so fair As the fine silver threads of your soft Hair. Aurora mantled in her
like a cheat play'd booty with my Heart How oft alas have my own Friends believ'd That I of Sense and Reason was depriv'd Nor can I think that they were much deceiv'd For neither was I perfectly compos'd Nor altogether with my Frenzy doz'd But 't is a mighty trying hardship sure A stifled secret Passion to endure The furious Rage no mortal Breast can bear But in the Countenance it will appear Though never so reserv'd though never so severe By the alternate change of White and Red A true Discovery is quickly made Th' affected Face do's the hid thoughts declare Blushing bespeaks a shame and Paleness fear But ev'n my Dreams betray'd my Privacie My Treach'rous Dreams did faithless prove to me They did my sad Anxieties reveal Nor cou'd ev'n Death like sleep my Cares conceal For when my Senses all inclin'd to Rest And by oblivious slumbers were possest Ev'n then my conscious Tongue my Guilt conâ—est As on the Grass sleeping I once was lay'd Close by the Father of my lovely Maid And while He thoughtless slumber'd by my side Thus in my Dreams disturb'd aloud I cry'd Hast hast my Candida make no delay Our secret Love is ruin'd if you stay For see already peeps the prying Sun If w' are discovered we are both undone The envious Light will our stol'n Loves betray Hast hast my Candida make hast away Awak'd at this and in a strange surprize He started up and scarce believ'd his Eyes And for his Daughter search't the place around But only I was sleeping on the ground Gasping and panting there he saw me lye Transported from my self with Ecstasie With what vain Dreams said he art thou possest Or has a real Love usurp'd thy Breast And so thy sleep discovers a true jest Some waking Objects I indeed conclude Upon thy gentler slumbers may intrude And fleeting Forms thy Wishes do delude Astonish't he my broken Murmurs watch't And each imperfect dropping Sentence catch't Gently his right hand on my Heart he lay'd And in soft Whispers more inquiries made For so apply'd the sly Inquirers Hand From sleeping Breasts can any thing command And the loos'd Tongue do's by that Charm impart The very choicest secrets of the Heart Thus I who did so long my self behave So well and seem'd to all so good so grave And had a sober Reputation kept My self at last discover'd as I slept And now has my whole wretched Life been free From imipous actions and impuritie Nor can I say I did these Crimes prevent So much by Vertue as by Accident But now I 'm Old and want the strength to sin It pleases me my Youth hath guiltless been Yet what just Praise deserv'dly due can be To Aged Men that they from Vice are free Since 't is not choice but meer necessitie Strength only sleeps but Inclinations wake And not they Vice but Vice do's them forsake Pleasure deserts their unperforming Years And leaves them fill'd with painfull toils and cares They are but glad they do no evil fact Only because they want the Pow'r to act 'T is worth our while if we consider too What penalties in Age we undergo How that with it a slow repentance bringsâ— For all our youthfull faults and riotings How many sighs and groans it pays and tears For dear-bought Luxury of younger years But though Mankind will sometimes strive in vain Youth's boyling Heats to curb and to restrain Yet oft-times knowingly and with much skill We cunningly persist in doing Ill. W' are oft industrious studious wise and nice In the performance of some witty Vice But Vice sometimes bears us by force away Yet oft its call more eas'ly we obey Oft though we cannot compass what we will We are Well-wishers to some pleasing Ill. To my MISTRISS Translated out of Tibullus Nulla tuum nobis subducet foemina lectum Hoc primum c. MY Love to thee no Beauty shall betray For it is firmly â—ix't and cannot stray None none seems fair methinks in all the Town But thee thou pleasest and delight'st alone I wish indeed that none thy Charms could see And they were undiscern'd by all but me So might I love with some securitie I wish not to be envy'd nor desire That any should my blessed state admire The Wise-man loves a secret Happiness For to be publick makes it but the less With thee for ever I in Woods would rest Where never humane Foot the ground has prest Thou who forbid'st Disquiets to intrude Who from Nights-shades the Darkness canst exclude And from a Desert banish Solitude Shou'd Heav'n it self conspire to change my Love And send me down a Mistriss from above Adorn'd with all the Beauties of the Skies In vain she would attempt to charm my Eyes Ev'n Venus self I would for thee despise This I most solemnly by Iuno swear Whom you to all the other Gods prefer Hold Mad-man hold what do I do what say But I have sworn confest and must obey Fool that I was my Fear has led me on To this grand senceless indiscretion Now thou hast conquer'd and may'st tyrannize With all the Pow'rs of thy resistless Eyes While I but dote the more Yes brainless Sot This by thy foolish babling tongue th' ast got But I submit command me what you will I am your most obedient Servant still Thy hardest Mandates I will ne'er refuse But the delightfull well-known Bondage chuse Only to Venus Altars I 'll repair And there my Love and there my Faith declare She punishes the false the just do's spare The Agreement I. CLose by a Silver Rivulet Grac'd with rich Willows mournfull Daphne sate Leaning her melancholy Head On the sad Banks oâ— an Enamell'd Mead O'er-charg'd with Griefs her Heart Her Eyes o'er-charg'd with Tears For an intolerable smart For daily pains and nightly fears For most uncertain hopes and sure despairs 'Gainst Tyrant Love a long complaint she made Whilst each sad Object did her sorrows aid II. Then Three-heart rending sighs she drew Deeper than ever Poet's Fiction knew And cruel cruel Thyrsis said Why thus unkind to an enamour'd Maid A Maid whose Breast abounds With kindness that can move By dire and miserable sounds Compliance from the very Grove Whilst my Heart labours to conceal its Love But oh in curst Despair first let me dye E'er he by loving me â—inds misery III. Then three more dismal Groans she took Whose cruel noise like a great Earthquake shook The neighbouring Plebean Wood Which to commiserate her sorrows stood I 'll tortur'd be no more No more I 'll grieve in vain Inrag'd with furious Heat she swore These silent streams shall ease my pain And I 'll no more 'gainst him and Love complain Witness these lonely Fields how I have lov'd And for his sake this fatal Med'cine prov'd IV. Iust with thick trouble in her face Descending from the miserable place Thyrsis to save the Nymph appears His Eyes half drown'd with over-flowing Tears Thyrsis alas had heard The Maid repeat her Woe Thyrsis
was needless all in vain Tears like a mighty Flood Did over-flow their Banks and drown'd Th' adjacent Barren fruitless famish'd Ground Trembling with fear At last he ventur'd to draw near VVhere all in Glory stood The object of his Love the cause of his Despair First he presumes to kiss The sacred ground whereon he trod In hopes of â—uture happiness But all wou'd do no good Then strove to speak But ah Disdain and Fear his forwardness did check And made his half-out lisping words draw back Forcing himself at last stutters such words as these V. O cruel inexorable stony Saint Blind to my Tears and Deaâ— to my Complaint Sure of some Lyoness or Tyger born Unworthy of my Love as I unworthy of your scorn A gratefull Gift to you I bring The welcomest the only thing That now at present do's remain To ease me of my pain To ease me of my Love and you of your Disdain And lo How willingly I go How willingly I go where you By your unkindness destin me unto I go where every Love-sick Mind Is us'd an universal Remedy to find The place is call'd Oblivion's Land A Lake call'd Lethe in th' midst do's stand VVhich were it possible that I could dry In flames unquenchable I still should fry Nor cou'd I yet forget thy Name So oft have I repeated o'er the same But find alas no liquor that can quench my flame V. Adieu lov'd Youth eternally adieu But scornfull fair first know what doom Undoubtedly shall on your Beauty come And from my dying mouth believe it true The pleasant Day alas is quickly gon Flowers in th' Morning fresh cut down by Noon The blushing Rose do's fade and wither soon White Snow do's melt before the scorching Sun So youthfull Beauty's full of charms but all are quickly gon The time will come when you your self will prove How great a Deity is Love. Charm'd by some beauteous she You 'll offer up your sacrifice of Tears And weary her with your continual Prayers By Night you 'll sigh and pine by Day you 'll woo But all 's in vain that you can doe No greater pity will you find than I from you Then will your Conscience bring Me into mind Not to delight but serve you in your kind My restless Ghost shall come Not to cry Ah! but Io at your doom VI. However grant me this ev'n this at least I 'll ask no more but grant me this request That when thou passest by Thou woul'st not let me unregarded lye Seeing the fatal Dagger in my Breast But come and grieve and weep a while I ask not what I once so much desir'd one smile But pull the Dagger from the Wound And close and close embrace me round Thy Mantle o'er my liveless Body spread Give me one kiss one kiss when I am dead I ask no more O grant me this That thou may'st joyn Thy Lips to mine And seal them with a meeting parting kiss When forc'd by thy unkindness I am fled Thou need'st not fear that I can then revive Though such a kiss cou'd almost raise to life Hew me a stately Tomb to be my Bed Where Love and I may lay our head Then leave me after thou hast three times said My Friend my dearest Friend on Earth is dead O cruel Death that canst us two divide My friend my friend would God that I â—or thee had dy'd Write this Inscription since they are in fashion To show how base your scorn how excellent my passion Here lyes a Lover kill'd by Deep Despair Stay Reader stay And only be so kind to say Alas He lov'd Alas He lov'd a Cruel Fair. CHORUS I. Of Seneca's Agamemnon FOrtune thou setter up of Kings Upon whose smiles or frowns Depends the standing or the fall of Crowns What various Chances Fortune brings Mounting on deceitfull Wings She lifteth Kings on high On Wings of Dignity Then leaves them all alone Tells them she must be gone So let them stand or â—all or rise With Wings spread out away she flies Fortune how canst thou cheat us so With naughty Goods yet make a show Of honest Ware thou do'st desire Thy Goods shou'd rich and gay appear Though they be truly little worth and truly very dear II. 'T is not the Scepter or the bearing sway Can cares and troubles drive away One trouble on anothers neck do's come The first retreats another takes his room The raging Sea contends For passage through the Sands The skipping Waves do beat and roar Falling from a lofty shoar So Fortune head-long throws Chances of Kings and those That are exalted unto dignitie Kings wou'd be feared yet we see They fear lest they that fear them shou'd use treacherie III. 'T is not the Night can give them rest Whose Hearts with slavish fear are prest Nor can sweet sleep expell the care Of them whose Minds unquiet are What Pallace is not quickly brought By Prince's Wickedness to nought VVhat Tower do's not impious Arms VVeary with continual harms All Law and Modesty is fled the Court No ties of sacred Wedlock there resort IV. But desperate Bellona stands With quavering Spear and bloody hands There stands Erinnys too beside The Punisher of Courtly Pride Who always waiteth at the door Of such as swell in Wealth and Pow'r To lay them level every hour And yet suppose there shou'd be peace And th' ills pre-mention'd all shou'd cease V. Still things that are so high and great Are over-turn'd by their own weight If Sails be blown by prosp'rous Wind We fear those Gales shou'd prove unkind And Auster smites the Tower that shrouds His lofty top among the Clouds The little Shrubs in shades that spread Do see the tall and ancient Oak Which blasting Boreas oft has shook Lie fall'n on th' Ground wither'd and dead Flashes of Lightning smite the Mountains high Great Bodies open to diseases lie Among the Herd's Kine that are fat and best Are chose for slaughter out from all the rest What ever tott'ring Fortune do's exalt Has only Crutches lent to learn to halt Low mean and mod'rate things bear longest date That Man is â—ruly and is only Great Who lives contented with a mean Estate Thrice happy is the Man whose Means do lye Above or else below curst Fortune's eye Too low for Envy for Contempt too high C. G. THE PENITENT I. BY Heav'n 't is scarce ten days ago Since to my self I made a Vow That I wou'd never have to do With Duserastes more Till Wine and Love and Ease complying Bore down before 'em all denying For having his Perfections told me Made me break the Oath I swore Threw me head-long to his Arms Where tasting of his usual charms No Resolution can with-hold me Now who but Duserastes in my eye 'T is by his smiles I live and by his frowns I dye II. Your Sunny Face through Cloudy Frowns in vain Wou'd make my Gazing Eyes abstain For I as soon can cease to be As cease to Love and
he cuts the thund'ring Skies Adorn'd with new imperious Ioys Young Angels kiss each tender Limb And fondly call him Cherubim His Saviour and his Sire embrace him as he flies VIII Iames thou hast won 'em our Lives are thine Thousands of ours vouchsafe receive For that Great One thou woud'st so often give That Life which weather'd Storms a more damn'd Design Which can the Devils various shapes decline In Patience Second Brother of the Stuart's Line Patience the stay of angry Fate That pleases Heav'n when it 's inclin'd to Hate Patience that Patience purchases above By sacred Sympathy The Bar at which the Heav'ns and We Meet and Agree Patience the Alchymie That turns to Gold the Leaden Darts of Love By Touch-stone Patience the creating Counsels know If they have fram'd a Master-piece or no. In Patience Thetis dip't her Boy And sent him to defy the Force of Troy Patience the Shield which Cyclops beat Compos'd of Cold and Heat Struck by the Sword of Envy or of Spite The more it sparkles and confounds the fight The Icy Sword snaps on the Shield Spite falls unarm'd and Envy quits the Field Thus far th' inconstant style betrays my mind Wav'ring as needless till the Pole they find But here 't is fix't since to the Queen 't is brought The Queen is the Perfection of our Thought Her Beauty which can fire the Soâ—id Iames With ease must put our â—inder Breasts in flames Such Beauty Heav'ns in Modena misplace We lay the justest claim to such a Face Such radiant Eyes our Nation 's loss repay For the rich Pearls that Caesar bore away As in some Vital where the Scarlet Blood Glides smoothly on and keeps an equal â—lood The brisker Soul rides high and knows no bound Expands it self and slashes round Sâ— must our Queen when she shall pass along So be distinguish't â—rom the Crimson Throng Hail Gracious Queen of Beauty and of Wit In whom the two best Characters are writ From the blest Hills Oh Aiding Goddess You Both warm our Climate and our Fancies too What Off'rings for such Presents cou'd we bring If we had not been happy in a King. To Their GRACES THE DUKE and DUTCHESS OF ALBEMARLE Upon Their Voyage for IAMAICA Great Sir YOur Presence still we wou'd implore Did not the Indies court You to their shore Thence rising Glory drives our Grief away And only Envy can desire your stay Tremble we might and dread Anoâ—her's Doom But Your strange Blessings promise more to come We that beheld how Riches slow'd to Thee Need not suspect a Tributary Sea Nor can we fear that Danger 's there design'd Where Providence has made the Rocks so kind Prodigious Fortune must on him attend To whom the Waves such pleasing Monsters send Your Father's Spirit sure on th' Water mov'd Wont to restore the Gallant Men he lov'd Go then lov'd Prince Success your Actions crown Guarded with vertuous Honours there unknown How shall your Star shine on the new-found Coast And please the Pride of the Edward's Ghost So far out-doing his Prophetick Boast The George by him pent up in Lands he knew Will make the utmost Conquest under You. How shall the slaves to Labour born and Toil When Your kind Person shall refresh the Isle Wonder with joy to see each other smile The Spirits which to them You shall dispence So much their once-vex't Souls will influence That they shall banish all sad sorrows thence What ease shall Natives what delight possess Who from blest You derive their Happiness New Kings at home have Acts of Grace bestow'd And Albemarle gives Iubilees abroad Madam 'T was no desert in us we own So long detain'd You to our selves alone No Worth of ours but Charity in You Gave more to Us than was by Nature due Your Grace for Universal Comfort made As the Day-Beams are round the Globe display'd Shou'd equally distribute Light and Shade And Beauties still of Alexander's mind In one poor World too narrowly conâ—in'd But these two Conqu'rours do this Diff'rence keep Fate will not let the charming Victress weep When Thund'ring Spaniards Mexico did seize Indians surprized thought 'em Deities By suff'ring since taught what the Furious are Now wisely will adore the soft and fair Even from their Sun to gentler warmth they 'll â—ly And at Your Rays their smother'd Souls supply They 'll thank the Heav'ns that made their Herbs for smoke And sacrifice Plantations You t' invoke Their teeming Soil vast Treasures needs must give For You can ripen where the Planets leave Your chearfull Eyes all sorrow shall destroy And fill their Hearts with Plenty and with joy What cannot Greatness Wit and Beauty doe Such constant Bliss is to Your Presence due As if their Spring but Prophesy'd of You Ovid. Amor. lib. 2. Eleg. 15. A Ring Presented to his Mistress GO sparkling Ring my Fair one 's finger bind Shine there and tell what Flames you leâ—t behind Leap on the tender Ioint with eager Zeal And may she smile and entertain thee well Close may her Finger be to Thee embrac'd As Fate has made my Arms to clasp her Wasâ— Thou little Ring how happy must thou be Handl'd by Her and Envy'd ev'n by Me. Rais'd to my Heav'n a Comet thou wilt prove And vex the quiet Government of Love. Now for a Spell that I my Gift might grow To rifle all the Charms my Fair can show Then as her naked Skin she ever prest Or hid her hand within her heaving Breast With joy grown big I 'd quit my former hold And send to better Mines th' enliv'ned Gold. Then when she seals her Letters with my Gem Let not my Ruine be contriv'd in them Lest the soft Wax refuse to let me go What balmy Kisses will her Lips bestow Then if hence Betty with this Ring she cries And throw it where my other Plunder lyes Shrunk with the fright I 'll lengthen a Delay I 'll gently squeeze her and my Love betray Disgrace from me my sweetest never fear I am a pretty Woman's Ring my Dear Let You and I go to the Bath's alone And let the fruitfull Waters change my Stone O Madam then Madam the Blessing then Passion shall teach your Ring the Crimes of Men. But these are Dreams my little Gift adieu Say I adore Her and have offer'd You. TO AFER MARTIAL Epig. 31. lib 4. THis for an hundred Pound 's engag'd to me That Merchant owes me two that Banker three The Chamberlain runs deeper in my score And the Exchequer keeps a thousand more The new Plantations raise my Treasure much Beside a Trade with Spaniards and the Dutch. The same dull Tale Afer so oft you tell I scarce remember my own Name so well Afer I faint my Patience quite is lost I cannot hear your Gains but to your Cost Without reward such Torture who will bear Poundage is due for every Summ I hear An Excuse for not Rhiming in the Time of the Rebellion 'T IS true my Friend my