some believe ' From Boy with greasie fist drink to receive ' But the Cup foul within 's enough to make 'A squeamish creature puke and turn up stomach 27. ' Then Brooms and Napkins and the Flanders Tyle ' These must be had too or the Feast you spoil ' Things little thought on and not very dear ' And yet how much they cost one in a year 28. ' Would'st thou rub Alabaster with hands sable ' Or spread a Diaper Cloth on dirty Table ' More cost more worship Come be a la mode ' Embellish Treat as thou would do an Ode Hor. O learned Sir how greedily I hear This elegant Diatriba of good chear Now by ' all that 's good by all provant you love By sturdy Chine of Beef and mighty Jove I do conjure thy gravity let me see The man that made thee this Discovery For he that sees th' Original ' s more happy Than him that draws by an ill favour'd Copy O bring me to the man I so admire The Flint from whence brake forth these sparks of fire What satisfaction would the Vision bring If sweet the stream much sweeter is the spring The Disappointed Pindarique ODE Stanza I. OFt have I ponder'd in my pensive heart When even from my self I 've stol'n away And heavily consider'd many a day The cause of all my anguish and my smart Sometimes besides a shady grove As dark as were my thoughts as close as was my Love Dejected have I walk'd alone Acquainting scarce my self with my own moan Once I resolv'd undauntedly to hear What 't was my Passions had to say To find the reason of that uproar there And calmly if I could to end the fray No sooner was my resolution known But I was all Confusion Fierce Anger flattering Hope and black Despair Bloody Revenge and most ignoble Fear Now altogether clamorous were My breast a perfect Chaos grown A mass of nameless things together hurl'd Like th' formless Embrio of the unborn world Just as it's rouzing from eternal night Before the great Creator said Let there be Light II. Thrice happy then are beasts said I That underneath these pleasant Coverts lie They only sleep and eat and drink They never meditate nor think Or if they do have not th' unhappy art To vent the overflowings of their heart They without trouble live without disorder die Regardless of Eternity I said I would like them be wise And not perplex my self in vain Nor bite th' uneasie Chain No no said I I will Philosophize And all th' ill natur'd World despise But when I had reflected long And with deliberation thought How few have practis'd what they gravely taught Tho' 't is but folly to complain I judg'd it worth a generous disdain And brave defiance in Pindarique Song ON Mrs. E. MONTAGVEs Blushing in the Cross-Bath A Translation I. A Midst the Nymphs the glory of the flood Thus once the beauteous Aegle stood So sweet a tincture ere the Sun appears The bashful ruddy morning wears Thus through a Crystal wave the Coral glows And such a Blush sits on the Virgin Rose II. Ye envied Waters that with safety may Around her snowy Bosom play Cherish with gentle heat that Noble Brest Which so much Innocence has blest Such Innocence as hitherto ne'r knew What Mischief Venus or her Son could do Then from this hallow'd place Let the profane and wanton Eye withdraw For Virtue clad in Scarlet strikes an aw From the Tribunal of a lovely Face Il Infido I Breath 't is true wretch that I am 't is true But if to live be only not to die If nothing in that bubble Life be gay But all t' a Tear must melt away Let Fools and Stoicks be cajol'd say I Thou that lik'st Ease and Love like me When once the world says farewel both to thee What hast thou more to do Than in disdain to say Thou foolish world Adieu II. There was a time Fool that I was when I Believ'd there might be something here below A seeming Cordial to my drooping Heart That might allay my bitter smart I call'd it Friend but O th' Inconstancy Of humane things I try'd it long It 's Love was fervent and I fanci'd strong But now I plainly see Or 't is withdrawn or else 't was all Hypocrisie III. I saw thy much estranged eyes I saw False Musidore thy formal alter'd Face When thou betray'dst my seeming happiness And coldly took'st my kind Address But know that I will live for in thy place Heaven has provided for me now A constant Friend that dares not break a vow That Friend will I embrace And never more my overweening Love misplace Il Immaturo EPITAPH BRave Youth whose too too hasty Fate His Glories did anticipate Whose active Soul had laid the great design To emulate those Heroes of his Line He shew'd the world how great a Man Might be contracted to a Span How soon our teeming expectations fail How little tears and wishes can prevail Could life hold out with these supplies He 'd liv'd still in his Parents eyes And this cold stone had ne'r said Here he lies ON Mrs. Dove Wife to the Reverend Dr. Henry Dove EPITAPH T Is thus and thus farewel to all Vain Mortals do Perfection call To Beauty Goodness Modesty Sweet temper and true Piety The rest an Angels Pen must tell Long Long beloved Dust farewel Those blessings which we highliest prize Are soonest ravish't from our Eyes Lucretius SEd jam nec Domus accipiet te laeta nec Vxor Optima nec dulces occurrent oscula nati Praeripere tacita pectus dulcedine tangent Paraphrased WHen thou shalt leave this miserable life Farewel thy house farewel thy charming Wife Farewel for ever to thy Souls delight Quite blotted out in everlasting night No more thy pretty darling Babes shall greet thee By thy kind Name nor strive who first shall meet thee Their Kisses with a secret pleasure shall not move thee For who shall say to thy dead Clay I love thee On the Eminent Dr. EDWARD BROWN'S TRAVELS THus from a foreign Clime rich Merchants come And thus unlade their Rarities at home Thus undergo an acceptable toil With Treasures to enrich their native Soil They for themselves for others you unfold A Cargo swoln with Diamonds and Gold With Indefatigable Travels they The trading World the Learned you survey And for renown with great Columbus vie In subterranean Cosmography ON POVERTY I. OPoverty thou great wise man's School Mistris of Arts and scandal to the Fool Heav'ns sacred Badge which th' Heroes heretofore Bright Caravans of Saints and Martyrs wore To th' Host Triumphant valiant Souls are sent From those we call the Ragged Regiment Sure Guide to everlasting Peace above Thou do'st th' impediments remove Th' unnecessary Loads of Wealth and State Which make men swell too big for the strait Gate II. Thou happy Port where we from storms are free And need not fear false world thy Pyracy Hither for
I profess That till this time the over-teeming Press Ne'r set out Poesie in so true a dress Nor is ti all to have a share of Wit There must be Judgment too to manage it For Fancy's like a rough but ready Horse Whose mouth is govern'd more by skill than force Wherein my Friend you do a Maistry own If not particular to you alone Yet such at least as to all eyes declares Your Pegasus the best performs his Ayres Your Muse can humour all her Subjects so That as we read we do both feel and know And the most firm impenetrable breast With the same passion that you write's possest Your Lines are Rules which who shall woll observe Shall even in their Errors praise deserve The boyling Youth whose bloud is all on fire Push'd on by Vanity and hot desire May learn such Conduct here men may approve And not excuse but even applaud his Love Ovid who made an ART of what to all Is in it self but too too natural Had he but read your Verse might then have seen The Stile of which his Precepts should have been And which it seems he knew not learnt from thence To reconcile Frailty with Innocence The Love you write Virgins and Boys may read And never be debaucht but better bred For without Love Beauty would bear no price And Dulness than Desire 's a greater vice Tour greater Subjects with such force are writ So full of sinewy Strength as well as Wit That when you are Religious our Divines May emulate but not reprove your Lines And when you reason there the learned Crew May learn to speculate and speak from you You no prophane no obscene language use To smat your Paper or defile your Muse Your gayest things as well exprest as meant Are equally both Queint and Innocent But your Pindarique Odes indeed are such That Pindar's Lyre from his own skilful touch Ne're yielded such an Harmony nor yet Verse keep such time on so unequal feet So by his own generous confession Great Tasso by Guarini was out-done And which in Copying seldom does befal The Ectype's better thanth ' Original But whilst your Fame I labour to send forth By the ill-doing it I could your worth In something all mankind unhappy are And you as mortal too must have your share 'T is your misfortune to have found a Friend Who hurts and injures where he would commend But let this be your comfort that your Bayes Shall flourish green maugre an ill couch'd Praise CHARLES COTTON Esq To my Friend Mr. THOMAS FLATMAN Upon the Publication of his POEMS I. As when a Prince his Standard do's erect And calls his Subjects to the Field From such as early take his side And readily obedience yield He is instructed where he may suspect And where he safely may confide So mighty Friend That you may see A perfect evidence of Loyalty No business I pretend From all th' Incumbrances of humane life From nourishing the sinful peoples strife And the increasing weaknesses of Age. II. Domestick Care the Minds incurable Disease I am resolv'd I will forget Ah! could I hope the restless pain Would now intirely cease And never more return again My thoughts I would in other order set By more than protestations I would show Not the Sum total only of the Debt But the particulars of all I owe. III. This I would do But what will our desire avail When active heat and vigour fail 'T is well thou hast more youthful Combatants than I Right able to protect thy Immortality If Envy should attaque thy spotless name And that attaques the best of things And into rigid Censure brings The most undoubted Registers of Fame Their fond Artillery let them dispence Piercing Wit and Murd'ring Eloquence Noble Conceit and manly Sence Charming Numbers let 'em shine And dazle dead in ev'ry line The most malicious of thy Foes Though Hell it self should offer to oppose I thy decrepit Subject only can resign The little life of Art is left to ransom thine Fumbling's as bad in Poetry And as Ridiculous as 't is in Gallantry But if a Dart I may prevent Which at my Friend 's repuce was meant Let them then direct at Me By dying in so just a War I possibly may share In thy Infallible Eternity IV. But dearest Friend Before it be too late Let us a while expostulate What heat of Glory call'd you on Your learned Empire to extend Beyond the Limits of your own Dominion At home you were already crown'd with Bayes Why Foreigh Trophies do you seek to raise Poets Arcana's have of Government And tho' the Homagers of your own Continent Out of a Sense of duty do submit Yet Publick Print a jealousie creates And intimates a lay'd design Unto the Neighb'ring Potentates Now into all your secret Arts they pry And weigh each hint by rules of policy Offensive Leagues they twine In Councils Rota's and Cabals they sit Each Petty Burgess thinks it fit The Corporation should combine Against the Universal Monarchy of Wit And streight declare for quite abjuring it V. Hence then must you prepare for an Invasion Tho not from such as are reclaim'd by Education In the main points all European Wits agree All allow Order Art and Rules of Decency And to be absolutely perfect ne're was yet A Beauty such or such a Wit I fear the Pagan and the Barbarous A Nation quite Antipodes to us The Infidel unletter'd Crew I mean Who call that only Wit Which is indeed but the Reverse of it Creatures in whom Civility ne're shone But unto Nature's contradiction It is their Glory to be so obscene You ' ld think the Legion of th' unclean Were from the Swine to which they were condemn'd releas'd And had these verier Swine than them possest VI. If these should an advantage take And on thy Fame a Depredation make You must submit to the unhappiness These are the common Enemies of our Belief and Art And by hostility possest The World 's much greater part All things with them are measur'd by success If the Battel be not won If the Author do not sell Into their dull capacities it will not sink They cannot with deliberation think How bravely the Commander led them on No nor wherein the Book was written well When 't is a thing impossible to do He cannot find his Army courage Sir nor you Your Readers Learning Wit and Judgment too Robert Thompson LL. D. To my Friend Mr. THOMAS FLATMAN On the Publishing of these his POEMS LEt not my Friend th' incredulous Sceptick Man Dispute what Potent Art and Nature can Let him believe the Birds that did bemoan The loss of Zeuxis Grapes in Queru'lous Tone Were Silenc'd by a Painted Dragon found A Telesme to restrain their chatt'ring sound And that one made a Mistress could inforce A Neighing sigh ev'n from a Stallion Horse Let old Timanthes now unveil the Face Of his Atrides thou 't give Sorrow grace Now may Parrhasius let his
my constitution blame Since all my heart is out of frame 'T were better sure my passions to appease With hope to palliate my disease And 't will be something like Tranquillity To hope for that I must not compass yet And make a Vertue of Necessity CORIDON Converted SONG I. WHen Coridon a Slave did lie Entangled in his Phyllis Eye How did he sigh how did he grone How melancholy was his tone He told his Story to the Woods And wept his Passion by the Floods Then Phyllis cruel Phyllis too too blame Regarded not his sufferings nor his flame II. Then Coridon resolv'd no more His Mistris Mercy to implore How did he laugh how did he sing How did he make the Forrest ring He told his Conquests to the Woods And drown'd his passions in the Floods Then Phyllis cruel Phyllis less severe Would have had him but he would none of her The Humourist SONG I. GOod faith I never was but once so mad To dote upon an idle woman's Face And then alass my fortune was so bad To see another chosen in my place And yet I courted her I 'm very sure With Love as true as his was and as pure II. But if I ever be so fond again To undertake the second part of Love To reassume that most unmanlike pain Or after shipwrack do the Ocean prove My Mistris must be gentle kind and free Or I 'le be as indifferent as she Fading Beauty SONG I. AS poor Aurelia sate alone Hard by a Rivulets flowry side Envious at Nature's new-born pride Her slighted self she thus reflected on II. Alas that Nature should revive These flowers which after Winter's snow Spring fresh again and brighter shew But for our fairer Sex so ill contrive III. Beauty like theirs a short-liv'd thing On us in vain she did bestow Beauty that only once can grow An Autumn has but knows no second Spring A DIALOGUE Chloris and Parthenissa C. WHy dost thou all address deny Hard hearted Parthenissa why See how the trembling Lovers come That from thy lips expect their doom P. Cloris I hate them all they know Nay I have often told them so Their silly Politicks abhorr'd I scorn to make my Slave my Lord C. But Strephon's eyes proclaim his Love Too brave tyrannical to prove P. Ah Cloris when we lose our pow'r We must obey the Conquerour C. Yet where a Gentle Prince bears sway It is no bondage to obey P. But if like Nero for a while With arts of kindness he beguile How shall the Tyrant be withstood When he has writ his Laws in blood C. Love Parthenissa all commands It fetters Kings in charming bands Mars yields his Arms to Cupid's darts And Beauty softens savage hearts Chorus If nothing else can pull the Tyrant down Kill him with kindness and the day 's your own A DIALOGUE Orpheus and Eurydice Orpheus EVrydice my fair my fair Eurydice My love my joy my life if so thou be In Pluto's Kingdom answer me appear And come to thy poor Orpheus Eur. Oh I hear I hear dear Orpheus but I cannot come Beyond the bounds of dull Elysium I cannot Or. And why wilt thou not draw near Is there within these Courts a Shade so dear As he that calls thee Eur. No there cannot be A thing so lovely in mine eyes as thee Orph. Why comes not then Eurydice Eur. The Fates The Fates forbid and these eternal Gates Never unbarr'd to let a Pris'ner go Deny me passage nay grim Cerberus too Stands at the door Orph. But cannot then They that o're Lethe go return agen Eur. Never oh never Orph. Sure they may let 's try If Art can null the Laws of Destiny My Lays compacted Thebes made every Tree Loosen its roots to caper come let 's see What thou and I can do Chor. Perchance the throng Of Ghosts may be enchanted with a Song And mov'd to Pity Eur. Hark the Hinges move The Gate 's unbarr'd I come I come my Love Chorus 'T was Musick only Musick could un-spel Helpless undone Eurydice from Hell The Batchelors Song LIke a Dog with a Bottle fast ty'd to his tail Like Vermin in a Trap or a Thief in a Jail Like a Tory in a Bog Or an Ape with a Clog Such is the man who when he might go free Does his liberty loose For a Matrimony noose And sells himself into captivity The Dog he do's howl when the Bottle does jog The Vermin the Thief and the Tory in vain Of the Trap of the Jail of the Quagmire complain But welfare poor Pug for he plays with his Clog And though he would be rid on 't rather than his life Yet he lugs it and he hugs it as a man does his Wife The Second Part. SONG HOw happy a thing were a Wedding And a Bedding If a Man might purchase a Wife For a twelve month and a day But to live with her all a man's life For ever and for ay Till she grow as gray as a Cat Good faith Mr. Parson I thank you for that An Appeal to Cats in the business of Love A SONG YE Cats that at midnight spit love at each other Who best feel the pangs of a passionate Lover I appeal to your scratches and your tattered furr If the business of Love be no more than to Purr Old Lady Grimalkin with her Goosberry eyes Knew something when a Kitten for why she was wise You find by experience the Love fit 's soon o'r Puss Puss lasts not long but turns to Cat whore Men ride many Miles Cats tread many Tiles Both hazard their necks in the Fray Only Cats when they fall From a House or a Wall Keep their feet mount their Tails and away Advice to an Old Man of sixty three about to Marry a Girl of sixteen SONG I. NOw fie upon him what is Man Whose life at best is but a span When to an Inch it dwindles down Ice in his bones Snow on his crown That he within his crazy brain Kind thoughts of Love should entertain That he when Harvest comes should plow And when 't is time to reap go sow Who in imagination only strong Though twice a Child can never twice grow young II. Nature did those design for Fools That sue for work yet have no Tools What fellow feeling can there be In such a strange disparity Old age mistakes the youthful breast Love dwells not there but Interest Alas Good Man take thy repose Get Ribband for thy Thumbs and Toes Provide thee Flannel and a sheet of Lead Think on thy Coffin not thy Bridal Bed The SLIGHT SONG I. I Did but crave that I might kiss If not her Lip at least her Hand The coolest Lover's frequent bliss And rude is she that will withstand That inoffensive liberty She would you think it in a fume Turn'd her about and left the Room Not she she vow'd not she II. Well Chariessa then said I If it must thus for ever be I can renounce my slavery And since you
let me go My anguish with my Soul together came And in my heart burst out the former flame Since which my uncomb'd locks unheeded flow Undrest forlorn I care not how I go Inspir'd with Wine thus Bacchus frolick rout Stagger'd of old and straggled all about Put on put on the happy Ladies say Thy Royal Robes fair Laodamia Alas before Troys Walls my Dear does lie What pleasure can I take in Tyrian die Shall Curls adorn my head an Helmet thine I in bright Tissues thou in Armour shine Rather with studied negligence I 'll be As ill if not disguised worse than thee O Paris rais'd by ruins may'st thou prove As fatal in thy War as in thy Love O that the Grecian Dame had been less fair Or thou less lovely hadst appear'd to Her O Menelaus timely cease to strive With how much blood wilt thou thy loss retrieve From me ye Gods avert your heavy doom And bring my Dear laden with Laurels home But my heart fails me when I think of War The sad reflection costs me many a tear I tremble when I hear the very name Of every place where thou shalt fight for fame Besides th' adventurous Ravisher well knew The safest Arts his Villany to pursue In noble dress he did her heart surprize With gold he dazled her unguarded Eyes He backt his Rape with Ships and armed Men Thus storm'd thus took the beauteous Fortress in Against the power of Love and force of Arms There 's no security in the brightest Charms Hector I fear much do I Hector fear A Man they say experienc'd in War My Dear if thou hast any love for me Of that same Hector prithee mindful be Fly him be sure and every other Foe Lest each of them should prove an Hector too Remember when for fight thou shalt prepare Thy Laodamia charg'd thee Have a care For what wounds thou receiv'st are giv'n to her If by thy valour Troy must ruin'd be May not the ruin leave one Scar on thee Sharer in th' honour from the danger free Let Menelaus fight and force his way Through the false Ravishers Troops t' his Helena Great be his Victory as his Cause is good May he swim to her in his Enemies Blood Thy Case is different may'st thou live to see Dearest no other Combatant but me Ye generous Trojans turn your Swords away From his dear Breast find out a nobler Prey Why should you harmless Laodamia slay My poor good natur'd Man did never know What 't is to fight or how to face a Foe Yet in Loves Field what wonders can he do Great is his Prowess and his Fortune too Let them go fight who know not how to woo Now I must own I fear'd to let thee go My trembling Lips had almost told thee so When from thy Father's house thou didst withdraw Thy fatal stumble at the door I saw I saw it sigh'd and pray'd the sign might be Of thy return a happy Prophecy I cannot but acquaint thee with my fear Be not too brave Remember Have a care And all my dreads will vanish into Air. Among the Grecians some one must be found That first shall set his foot on Trojan ground Unhappy she that shall his loss bewail Grant O ye Gods thy courage then may fail Of all the Ships be thine the very last Thou the last Man that lands there needs no hast To meet a potent and a treacherous Foe Thou 'lt land I fear too soon tho' ne'r so slow At thy Return ply every Sail and Oar And nimbly leap on thy deserted shore All the day long and all the lonely night Black thoughts of thee my anxious Soul affright Darkness to other Womens pleasures kind Augments like Hell the torments of my mind I court e'en Dreams on my forsaken Bed False Joys must serve since all my true are fled What 's that same aiery Phantom so like thee What wailings do I hear what paleness see I wake and hug my self 't is but a Dream The Grecian Altars know I feed their flame The want of hallow'd Wine my tears supply Which make the sacred fire burn bright and high When shall I clasp thee in these Arms of mine These longing Arms and lie dissolv'd in thine When shall I have thee by thy self alone To learn the wondrous Actions thou hast done Which when in rapturous words thou hast begun With many and many a kiss prithee tell on Such interruptions grateful pauses are A Kiss in Story 's but an Halt in War But when I think of Troy of winds and waves I fear the pleasant dream my hope deceives Contrary winds in Port detain thee too In spight of wind and tide why wouldst thou go Thus to thy Country thou wouldst hardly come In spight of wind and tide thou went'st from home To his own City Neptune stops the way Revere the Omen and the Gods obey Return ye furious Grecians homeward fly Your stay is not of Chance but Destiny How can your Arms expect desir'd success That thus contend for an Adulteress But let not me forespeak you no set Sail And Heav'n be friend you with a prosperous gale Ye Trojans with regret methinks I see Your first encounter with your Enemy I see fair Helen put on all her Charms To buckle on her lusty Bridegroom's Arms She gives him Arms and kisses she receives I hate the transports each to other gives She leads him forth and she commands him come Safely victorious and triumphant home And he no doubt will make no nice delay But diligently do what e're she say Now he returns see with what amorous speed She takes the pond'rous Helmet from his head And courts the weary Champion to her Bed We Women too too credulous alas Think what we fear will surely come to pass Yet while before the Leaguer thou dost lie Thy Picture is some pleasure to my Eye That I caress in words most kind and free And lodge it on my Breast as I would Thee There must be something in it more than Art 'T were very Thee could it thy mind impart I kiss the pretty Idol and complain As if like Thee 't would answer me again By thy return by thy dear Self I swear By our Loves Vows which most religious are By thy beloved Head and those gray Hairs Which time may on it Snow in future years I come where e'r thy Fate shall bid Thee go Eternal Partner of thy Weal and Woe So thou but live tho all the Gods say No. Farewel but prethee very careful be Of thy beloved Self I mean of me TO THE Excellent Master of MUSICK SEIGNIOR PIETRO REGGIO On His BOOK of SONGS THo to advance thy Fame full well I know How very little my dull Pen can do Yet with all deference I gladly wait Enthrong'd amongst th' attendants on thy State Thus when Arion by his Friends betray'd Upon his Understanding Dolphin play'd The Scaly People their Resentments show'd By pleas'd Levaltoes on the wondring sloud Great Artist
the Third Ode 19. 258 Book the Third Ode 20. 260 Book the Third Ode 21. 261 Book the Third Ode 22. 262 Book the Third Ode 3. 263 Book the Fourth Ode 1. 264 Book the Fourth Ode 10. 266 Book the Fourth Ode 11. 267 Epode the Third 269 Epode the Sixth 270 Epode the Tenth 271 POEMS On the DEATH of the RIGHT HONOURABLE THOMAS EARL of OSSORY Pindarique Ode Stanza i. No more Alas that bitter word No more The Great the Just the Generous the Kind The universal Darling of Mankind The Noble OSSORY is now No more The Mighty Man is fall'n From Glory's lofty Pinacle Meanly like one of Us He fell Not in the hot pursuit of Victory As Gallant Men would chuse to die But tamely like a poor Plebeian from his Bed To the dark Grave a Captive led Emasculating Sighs and Groans around His Friends in Flouds of Sorrow drown'd His awful Truncheon and bright Arms laid by He bow'd his glorious Head to Destiny II. Celestial Powers how unconcern'd you are No black Eclipse or Blazing-Star Presag'd the Death of this Illustrious Man No Deluge no nor Hurricane In her old wonted course Nature went on As if some common thing were done One single Victim to Deaths Altar's come And not in OSSORY an whole Hecatombe Yet when the Founder of Old Rome expir'd When the Pellëan Youth resign'd his Breath And when the great Dictator stoop'd to Death Nature and all her Faculties retir'd Amaz'd she started when amaz'd she saw The breaches of her ancient Fundamental Law Which kept the World in aw For men less brave than Him her very heart did ake The labouring Earth did quake And Trees their fixt Foundations did for sake Nature in some prodigious way Gave notice of their fatal Day Those lesser Griefs with pain she thus exprest This did confound and overwhelm her Breast III. Shrink ye Crown'd Heads that think your selves secure And from your mouldring Thrones look down Your greatness cannot long endure The King of Terrors claims you for his own You are but Tributaries to his dreadful Crown Renown'd Serene Imperial most August Are only high and mighty Epithets for Dust In vain in vain so high Our tow'ring expectations flie While th' Blossoms of our hopes so fresh so gay Appear and promise Fruit then fade away From valiant OSSORY'S ever Loyal Hands What did we not believe We dream'd of yet unconquer'd Lands He to his Prince could give And neighbouring Crowns retrieve Expected that he would in Triumph come Laden with Spoils and Affrick Banners home As if an Hero's years Were as unbounded as our fond Desires IV. Lament Lament you that dare Honour love And court her at a Noble rate Your Prowess to approve That dare religiously upon Her wait And blush not to grow Good when you grow Great Such Mourners suit His Vertue such His State And you brave Souls who for your Countrie 's good Did wond'rous things in Fields and Seas of Bloud Lament th' undaunted Chief that led you on Whose exemplary Courage could inspire The most degenerate Heart with Martial-English Fire Your bleeding wounds who shall hereafter dress With an indulgent tenderness Touch'd with a melting Sympathy Who shall your Wants supply Since He your good Samaritan is gone O Charity thou richest Boon of Heaven To Man in pity given For when well-meaning Mortals give The Poor's and their own Bowels they relseve Thou mak'st us with alacrity to die Miss'd and bewail'd like Thee large-hearted O S. SORT V. Arise ye blest Inhabitants above From your Immortal Seats arise And on our Wonder on our Love Gaze with astonish'd Eyes Arise Arise make room Th' exalted Shade is come See where He cones what Princely Port He bears How God-like He appears His shining Temples round With Wreaths of everlasting Laurels bound As from the bloudy Field of Mons He came Where He out-fought th' Hyperboles of Fame See how the Guardian-Angel of our Isle Receives the Deifi'd Champion with a Smile Welcome the Guardian-Angel says Full of Songs of Joy and Praise Welcome Thou art to me And to these Regions of Serenity Welcome the Winged Choir resounds While with loud Euge's all the Sacred place abounds To the Memory of the Incomparable ORINDA Pindarique Ode Stanza I. ALong Adieu to all that 's bright Noble or brave in Woman-kind To all the Wonders of their Wit And Trophies of their Mind The glowing heat of th' holy fire is gone To th' Altar whence 't was kindled flown There 's nought on earth but Ashes left behind E'r since th' amazing sound was spread Orinda's dead Every soft and fragrant word All that Language could afford Every high and lofty thing That 's wont to set the Soul on wing No longer with this worthless world would stay Thus when the death of the great Pan was told Along the shore the dismal tidings roll'd The lesser Gods their Fanes forsook Confounded with the mighty stroke They could not overlive that fatal day But sigh'd and groan'd their gasping Oracles away II. How rigid are the Laws of Fate And how severe that black Decree No sublunary thing is free But all must enter th' Adamantine Gate Sooner or later must we come To Nature's dark retiring Room And yet 't is pity Is it not The Learned as the Fool should die One full as low as t'other lie Together blended in the general lot Distinguish'd only from the common Croud By an hindg'd Coffin or an Holland Shroud Though Fame and Honour speak them ne'r so loud Alas Orinda even Thou Whose happy Verse made others live And certain Immortality could give Blasted are all thy blooming Glories now The Laurel withers o're thy brow Methinks it should disturb Thee to conceive That when poor I this artless breath resign My dust should have as much of Poetry as Thine III. Too soon we languish with desire Of what we never could enough admire On th' billows of this World sometimes we rise So dangerously high We are to Heaven too nigh When all in rage Grown hoary with one minute's age The very self-same fickle wave Which the entrancing Prospect gave Swoln to a Mountain sinks into a Grave Too happy Mortals if the Powers above As merciful would be And easie to preserve the thing we love As in the giving they are free But they too oft delude our wearied eyes They fix a flaming Sword 'twixt us and Paradise A weeping evening blur's a smiling day Yet why should heads of Gold have feet of clay Why should the man that wav'd th' Almighty wand That led the murmuring Croud By Pillar and by Cloud Shivering a-top of Aery Pisgah stand Only to see but never never tread the Promis'd Land IV. Throw your Swords and Gauntlets by You daring Sons of War You cannot purchase e'r you die One honourable Scar Since that fair hand that guilded all your Bayes That in Heroick numbers wrote your praise That you might safely sleep in Honours Bed It self alas is wither'd cold and dead Cold
Turtle chose his Mate Cupid that mighty Prince then uncontroul'd Now like a little Negro's bought and sold On the Death of Mr. Pelham Humfries Pastoral Song Did you not hear the hideous Grone The Shrieks and heavy Mone That spread themselves o're all the pensive Plain And rent the breast of many a tender Swain 'T was for Amintas Dead and gone Sing ye forsaken Shepherds sing His Praise In careless Melancholy Lays Lend Him a little doleful Breath Poor Amintas cruel death 'T was Thou could'st make Dead words to live Thou that dull Numbers could'st inspire With charming Voice and tuneful Lyre That Life to all but to Thy self could'st give Why could'st Thou not thy wondrous Art bequeath Poor Amintas Cruel Death Sing pious Shepherds while you may Before th' approaches of the Fatal Day For you your selves that sing this mournful Song Alas e're it belong Shall like Amintas Breathless be Though more forgotten in the Grave that He. The Mistake SONG I Heard a young Lover in terrible pain From whence if he pleas'd he might soon be re He swore and he vow'd again and again He could not out live the turmoils of his breast But alas the young Lover I found Knew little how cold Love would prove under ground Why should I believe prithee Love tell me why Where my own Flesh and Bloud must give me the Lye Let 'em rant while they will and their Destinies brave They 'l find their flames vanish on this side the grave For though all addresses on purpose are made To be huddled to bed 't is ' nt meant with a spade The Incredulous SONG I 'le ne're believe for Strephon's sake That Love what e'r its fond pretences be Is not a slave to mutability The Moon and that alike of change partake Tears are weak and cannot bind Vows alas but empty wind The greatest Art that Nature gave To th' Amorous Hypocrite to make him kind Long e're he dies will take its leave Had you but seen as I have done Strephon's tears and heard his mone How pale his Cheek how dim his Eye As if with Chloris he resolv'd to dye And when her spotless Soul was fled Heard his amazing praises of the Dead Yet in a very little time address His flame t' another Shepherdess In a few days giving his Love the Lye You 'd be as great an Infidel as I. Weeping at Parting SONG I. Go gentle Oriana go Thou feest the Gods will have it so Alas Alas 't is much in vain Of their ill usage to complain To curse them when we want relief Lessens our courage not our grief Dear Oriana wipe thine Eye The Time may come that thou and I Shall meet again long long to prove What Vigour absence adds to love Smile Oriana then and let me see That look again which stole my liberty II. But say that Oriana die And that sad moment may be nigh The Gods that for a year can fever If it please them can part us ever They that refresh can make us weep And into Death can lengthen sleep Kind Oriana should I hear The thing I so extremely fear 'T will not be strange if it be said After a while I too am dead Weep Oriana weep for who does know Whether we e'r shall meet again below The Desperate Lover I. O Mighty King of Terrors come Command thy Slave to his long home Great Sanctuary Grave to thee In throngs the miserable flie Encircled in thy srozen arms They bid defiance to their harms Regardless of those pond'rous little things That discompose th' uneasie heads of Kings II. In the cold Earth the Pris'ner lies Ransom'd from all his miseries Himself forgotten he forgets His cruel Creditors and Debts And there in everlasting peace Contentions with their Authors cease A Turf of Grass or Monument of Stone Umpires the petty Competition III. The disappointed Lover there Breaths not a sigh nor sheds a tear With us fond fools he never shares In sad perplexities and cares The Willow near his Tomb that grows Revives his Memory not his Woes Or rain or shine he is advanc'd above Th' affronts of Heaven and stratagems of Love IV. Then mighty King of Terrors come Command thy Slave to his long home And thou my Friend that lov'st me best Seal up these eyes that brake my rest Put out the Lights bespeak my Knell And then eternally farewel 'T is all th' amends our wretched Fates can give That none can force a desperate man to Live The Fatigue A SONG ADieu fond World and all thy Wiles Thy haughty frowns and treacherous smiles They that behold thee with my eyes Thy double dealing will despise From thee false World my deadly Foe Into some Desart let me go Some gloomy melancholy Cave Dark and silent as the Grave Let me withdraw where I may be From thine impertinencies free There when I hear the Turtle grone How sweetly would I make my mone Kind Philomel would teach me there My sorrows pleasantly to bear There could I correspond with none But Heaven and my own breast alone The Resolve SONG I. HAd Phyllis neither Charms nor Graces More than the rest of women wear Levell'd by Fate with common faces Yet Damon could esteem her fair II. Good natur'd Love can soon forgive Those petty injuries of Time And all th' affronts of years impute To her Misfortune not her Crime III. Wedlock puts Love upon the Rack Makes it confess 't is still the same In Icy Age as it appear'd At first when all was lively flame IV. If Hymen's slaves whose ears are boar'd Thus constant by compulsion be Why should not Choice indear us more Than them their hard Necessity V. Phyllis 't is true thy Glass does run But since mine too keeps equal pace My silver hairs may trouble thee As much as me thy ruin'd Face VI. Then let us constant be as Heaven Whose Laws inviolable are Not like those rambling Meteors there That foretel ills and disappear VII So shall a pleasing calm attend Our long uneasie Destiny So shall our Loves and Lives expire From Storms and Tempests ever free LOVE's Bravo SONG WHy should we murmur why repine Phyllis at thy Fate or mine Like Pris'ners why do we those Fetters shake Which neither thou nor I can break There is a better way to baffle Fate If Mortals would but mind it And 't is not hard to find it Who would be happy must be desperate He must despise those Stars that fright Only Fools that dread the night Time and chance he must out-brave He that crouches is their Slave Thus the wise Pagans ill at ease Bravely chastiz'd their surly Deities The Expectation SONG I. WHy did I ever see those glorious eyes My famish'd Soul to Tantalize I hop'd for Heav'n which I had lately seen But ne'r perceiv'd the Gulph between In vain for bliss did my presumptions seek My love so strong I could not hold my tongue My heart so feeble that I durst not speak II. Yet why do I
ease and shelter did retire The busie Charles and wearied Casimire Abjur'd their Thrones and made a solemn Vow Their radiant heads to thee should ever bow Why should thy Tents so terrible appear Where Monarchs Reformadoes were Why should men call that state of Life forlorn Which God approves of and which Kings have born III. Mad Luxury what do thy Vassals reap From a Life's long debauch but late to weep What the curs'd Miser who would fain Ape thee And wear thy Livery Great Poverty The prudent Wretch for future Ages cares And hoards up sins for his impatient Heirs Full little do's he think the time will come When he is gone to his long Home The Prodigal Youth for whom he took such pains Shall be thy Slave and wear thy loathed Chains IV. Fair handmaid to Devotion by whose aid Our souls are all disrob'd all naked laid In thy true Mirror men themselves do see Just what they are not what they seem to be The flattering World misrepresents our face And cheats us with a Magnifying Glass Our meanness nothing else does truly show But only Death but only Thou Who teach our minds above this Earth to fly And pant and breath for Immortality Vrania to her Friend Parthenissa A DREAM IN a soft Vision of the night My Fancy represented to my sight A goodly gentle Shade Methought it mov'd with a Majestick Grace But the surprizing sweetness of it's Face Made me amaz'd made me afraid I found a secret shivering in my heart Such as Friends feel that Meet or Part Approaching nearer with a timerous eye Is then my Parthenissa Dead said I Ah Parthenissa if thou yet are kind As kind as when like me Thou mortal wert When thou and I had equal share in either's heart How canst thou bear that I am left behind Dear Parthenissa O those pleasant hours That blest our innocent Amours When in the common Treasury of one Breast All that was Thine or Mine did rest Dear Parthenissa Friend what shall I say Ah speak to thy Urania O envious Death nothing but thee I fear'd No other Rival could estrange Her Soul from mine or make a Change Scarce had I spoke my passionate fears And overwhelm'd my self in tears But Parthenissa smil'd and then she disappear'd On the Death of the Earl of ROCHESTER Pastoral I. A Son his death-bed gasping Strephon lay Strephon the wonder of the Plains The noblest of th' Arcadian Swains Strephon the Bold the Witty and the Gay With many a sigh and many a tear he said Remember me ye Shepherds when I 'm dead II. Ye trifling Glories of this world Adicu And vain applauses of the Age For when we quit this Earthly Stage Believe me Shepherds for I tell you true Those pleasures which from virtuous deeds we have Procure the sweetest slumbers in the Grave III. Then since your fatal Hour must surely come Surely your heads lie low as mine Your bright Meridian Sun decline Beseech the mighty Pan to guard you home If to Elyzium you would happy flie Live not like Strephon but like Strephon die In obitum illustrissimi ingeniosissimique JOANNIS Comitis ROFFENSIS Carmen Pastorale Versu Leonino redditum I. LEcto prostratus Strephon moribundus Planitierum Strephon decus Princeps curantium pecus Audax facetus Strephon jucundus Lugens pastoribus sic est affatus Memimini mei cum migratus II. Honores mundi futiles valete Plaudite aevi fucata Mortali scenâ nam mutatâ Fidem veriloquo adhibete Voluptas profluens ex virtute Sold obdormiscit cum salute III. Cum nulla in mortem sit medela In terram capita cuncta incurvabunt Soles micantes declinabunt Pan supplicetor pro tutelâ Beatorum ut recipiant chori Strephon non doceat vivere sed mori ON Dr. WOODFORD'S PARAPHRASE ON THE CANTICLES I. WEll since it must be so let it be For what do Resolutions signifie When we are urg'd to write by Destiny II. I had resolv'd nay and I almost swore My bedrid Muse should walk abroad no more Alas 't is more than time that I give o're III. In the Recesses of a private Breast I thought to entertain your charming Guest And never to have boasted of my Feast IV. But see my friend when through the world you go My Laquy-Verse must shadow-like pursue Thin and Obscure to make a Foil for you V. 'T is true you cannot need my feeble Praise A lasting Monument to your Name to raise Well-known in Heav'n by your Angeliqu ' Lays VI. There in indelible Characters they are writ Where no pretended Heights will easie sit But those of serious consecrated Wit VII By immaterial defecated Love Your Soul its Heavenly Origin do's prove And in least dangerous Raptures soars above VIII How could I wish dear Friend unsaid agen For once I rank'd my self with tuneful men Whatever dropt from my unhallowed Pen VIII The trifling Rage of youthful heat once past Who is not troubled for his wit misplac'd All pleasant Follies breed regret at last X. While Reverend Donn's and noble Herbert's Flame A glorious immortality shall claim In the most durable Records of Fame XI Our modish Rhimes like Culinary Fire Unctuous and Earthy shall in smoak expire In odorous Clouds your Incense shall aspire VII Let th' Pagan-world your pious verse defie Yet shall they envy when they come to die Your wiser Projects on Eternity LAODAMIA to PROTESILAUS ONE OF OVID'S Epistles Translated The ARGUMENT Protesilaus lying Windbound at Aulis in the Grecian Fleet design'd for the Trojan War his Wife Laodamia sends this following Epistle to him HEalth to the gentle Man of War and may What Laodamia sends the Gods convey The Wind that still in Aulis holds my Dear Why was it not so cross to keep him here Let the Wind raise an Hurricane at Sea Were he but safe and warm ashore with me Ten thousand kisses I had more to give him Ten thousand cautions and soft words to leave him In hast he left me summon'd by the Wind The Wind to barbarous Mariners only kind The Seamans pleasure is the Lovers pain Protesilaus from my bosome tane As from my faultering tongue half speeches fell Scarce could I speak that wounding word Farewell A merry Gale at Sea they call it so Fill'd every Sail with joy my brest with wo There went my dear Protesilaus While I could see Thee full of eager pain My greedy eyes epicuriz'd on Thine When Thee no more but thy spread Sails I view I lookt and lookt till I had lost them too But when nor Thee nor them I could descry And all was Sea that came within my eye They say for I have quite forgot they say I strait grew pale and fainted quite away Compassionate Iphiclus and the good old man My Mother too to my assistance ran In hast cold water on my Face they threw And brought me to my self with much ado They meant it well to me it seem'd not so Much kinder had they been to
shall never cease to mourn Thy too untimely cruel destiny Farewel for ever charming Boy And with Thee all the ttansports of my Joy Ye powers above why should I longer live To waste a few uncomfortable years To drown my self in tears For what my sighs and pray'rs can ne'r retrieve A SONG ON Newyears-day before the King Car. 2. Set by Dr. BLOWE 1682 3 My trembling Song awake arise And early tell thy tuneful Tale Tell thy great Master that the Night is gone The feeble Phantoms disappear And now the New Tear's welcom Sun O're spreads the Eastern Skies He smiles on every Hill he smiles on every Vale. His glories fill our Hemisphere Tell him Apollo greets Him well And with his fellow Wanderers agrees To reward all his labours and lengthen his days In spight of the politick follies of Hell And vain contrivance of the destinies Tell Him a Crown of Thorns no more Shall His sacred temples gore For all the rigours of His life are o're Wondrous Prince design'd to show What noble minds can bravely undergo You are our wonder you our love Earth from beneath Heaven from above Call loud for Songs of Triumph and of praise Their voices and their souls they raise IO PAEAN do we sing Long Live Long Live the King Rise mighty Monarch and ascend the Throne 'T is yet once more your own For Lucifer and all his Legions are o'rthrown Son of the Morning first-born Son of Light How wert thou tumbled headlong down Into the dungeons of Eternal night While th' Loyal Stars of the Celestial Quire Surrounded with immortal beams Mingle their unpolluted flames Their just Creator to admire With awful reverence they adore Him Cover their faces and fall down before Him And night and day for ever sing Hosannach Hallelujah to th' Almighty King ON The Kings Return to White-hall after his Summers Progress 1684. SONG Set by Mr. Henry Purcell From those serene and rapturous joys A Country life alone can give Exempt from tumult and from noise Where Kings forget the troubles of their reigns And are almost as happy as their humble Swains By feeling that they live Behold th' indulgent Prince is come To view the Conquests of His mercy shown To the new Proselytes of His mighty Town And men and Angels bid Him welcome Home Not with an Helmet or a glittring Spear Do's He appear He boast no Trophies of a cruel Conqueror Brought back in triumph from a bloudy War But with an Olive branch adorn'd As once the long expected Dove return'd Welcom as soft refreshing show'rs That raise the sickly heads of drooping flow'rs Welcom as early beams of light To the benighted Traveller When he descries bright Phosphorus from afar And all his fears are put to flight Welcome more welcome does He come Than life to Lazarus from his drousie Tomb When in his winding sheet at his new birth The strange surprizing word was said Come forth Nor does the Sun more comfort bring When he turns Winter into Spring Than the blest Advent of a peaceful King Chorus With Trumpets and Shouts we receive the Worlds Wonder And let the Clouds eccho His welcome with thunder Such a Thunder as applauded what mortals had done When they fixt on His Brows His Imperial Crown TO Mr. ISAAC WALTON On his Publication of THEALMA Long had the bright Thealma lain obscure Her beauteous charms that might the world Lay like rough Diamonds in the Mine unknown By all the sons of folly trampled on Till your kind hand unveil'd her lovely face And gave her vigour to exert her rays Happy old man whose worth all mankind knows Except thy self who charitably shows The ready road to Vertue and to Praise The way to many long and happy days The noble art of generous Piety And how to compass an Euthanasie Hence did he learn the skill of living well The bright Thealma was his Oracle Inspir'd Her he knows no anxious cares In near a Century of happy years Easie he lives and easie shall he lie On the soft bosom of Eternity As as long Spencers noble flames shall burn And deep devotion shall attend his urn As long as Chalk hill's venerable name With humble emulation shall enslame Posterity and fill the Rolls of fame Your memory shall ever be secure And long beyond our short-liv'd praise endure As Phydias in Minerva's shield did live And shar'd that immortality he alone could give Pastoral Dialogue CASTARA and PARTHENIA Parthenia MY dear Castara t'other day I heard an ancient Shepherd say Alas for me my time draws nigh And shortly shortly I must die What meant the man for lo apace Torrents of tears ran down his face Castara Poor harmless Maid why wouldst thou know What known must needs create thee woe 'T will cloud the Sunshine of thy days And in thy soul such trouble raise Thou 'lt grieve and tremble and complain And say that all thy beauty 's vain Parthenia Ah me sure 't is some dreadful thing That can so great disorder bring Yet tell me prithee tell me do For 't is some ease the worst to know Castara To die Parthenia is to quit The World and the Suns glorious light To leave our flocks and fields for ever To part and never meet again O never After that cruel hideous hour Thou and I shall sing no more In the cold Earth they will thee lay And what thou dot'st on shall be Clay Parthenia Alas why will they use me so A Virgin that no evil do Castara Roses wither Turtles die Fair and kind as Thou and I. Chorus amb Then since 't is appointed to the dust we must go Let us innocently live and vertuously do Let us love let us sing 't is no matter 't is all one If our Lamps be extinguisht at midnight or noon CASTABELLA Going to Sea SONG Set by Mr. JAMES HART I. HArk hark methinks I hear the Seamen call The boistrous Seamen say Bright Castabella come away The Wind sits fair the Vessels stout and tall Bright Castabella come away For Time and Tide can never stay II. Our mighty Master Neptune calls aloud The Zephyrs gently blow The Tritons cry you are too slow For every Sea-nymph of the glittering Croud Has Garlands ready to throw down When you ascend your watry Throne III. See see she comes she comes and now adieu Let 's bid adieu to shore And to all we fear'd before O Castabella we depend on you On you our better fortunes lay Whose eyes and voice the winds and Seas obey On the Death of my worthy friend Mr. JOHN OLDHAM Pindarique Pastoral Ode Stanza I. UNdoubtedly 't is thy peculiar fate Ah miserable Astragon Thou art condemn'd alone To bear the burthen of a wretched life Still in this howling wilderness to roam Whilst all thy bosom friends unkindly go And leave thee to lament them here below Thy dear Alexis would n't stay Joy of thy life and pleasure of thine eyes Dear Alexis went away With an invincible surprise Th'