Which is most bright the Moon or she 3. Though Aetna's mountain fiercely fries With burning Sulphur yet alas Rosella with her piercing eyes Its Calenture doth far â—rpass The flames that issue from that urn â—hings at a distance will not burn A man may see'â— and safe return 4. But whosoe're on Rose shall cast A fixed eye he 's burned by her And he that shall her beauty taste Must needs be hurl'd into loves fire His breast is strucken by a glance Her fatal look's a sad mischance And leaves the viewer in a trance 5. The vertuous Loadstone though it is The Mapâ—of wonders yeâ— I say â—he can effect as great as his By her sweet reasonâ— quelling ray This draws my knife too t that my heart Let reason then to me impart â—n which of these lies greatest art 6. The stone which the Philosopher Approves for vertue comes behind The stronger force that dwells in her As by experience I can find With this his stone poor mortal he Can but turn things to gold but she Makes mirth of sowrest misery 7. Then what is Phoebus may not be Confess his weakness to his shame And what is Luna may not she Withdraw her face and do the same The Load stone and Philosopher And Aetna all must know they erre And all pay tribute unto her 50. The Drollery 1. LIke the rich jewels of a jeaks Or like a Mill-stone fri'd in steaks Or like the Elbow of a Bat Or like a Presbyterian Rat Just such is he that call'd my Mistress Madam Ten thousand years before the dayes of Adam 2. Like a red herring drest in coats Or like a flea that feeds on oats Or like a louse that can speak French Or like a whorish honest wench Such is that mortal whose discretion can Both rob and cheat yet be an honest man 3. Like Tadpoles that must ride in Coaches Or like the leaden wings of Loaches Or Humble-Bees in leathern jackets Or true mens hands in Harlots plackckets Such is that goodly Squire whose intent Is to build Churches when his money 's spent 4. Just like a Beard that 's lin'd with plush Or like a three-leg'd Holly-bush Or like the Vine that beareth Cider Or like the Cloak-bag of a Spider Just such is he that took a Gun and shot Quite through the shoulder of his Chamber-pot 5. Like a Sirreverence lapt in Lawn Or like a sword that ne're was drawn Or furious Whiskin burnt to coals Or men that live without their souls Such Croesus is that would no line his breeches Nor get his wife with child for fear on 's riches 6. Like one that sees though he be blind Or the fore-horse that comes behind Or like a free-born Bastard brat Or like I know not who nor what Just such is he that falling sick of sorrow Was buried yesterday and di'd tomorrow 59. Love beyond Reason I Love to sport above her eye I love her well but know not why I love her smell I love her taste I love to twist about her waste I love her sound I love her touch The active power of love is such That for my Mistress I could die And yet in troth I know not why I search't her soul to see what merit Was there and found none did inherit To reason for a rudiment Upon this scrutiny I went Where th' cause of love I did detect Not her desert but my defect Or thus more plainly runs the rule I lov'd her cause I was a fool 60. In the Garden 1. Rosella did but look Upon the Milk-white Rosie bushes And presently each Rose forsook Their white and Vapor'd in Rosella's blushes 2. She did but cast her eye Upon the blew-lipt Lavanders And presently they did defie Their own complexion and did boast of hers 3. The virid Marjoram Her sparkling beauty did but see And presently their green became All di'd wich Scâ—ries blushing red as she 4. And when 't is my delight My perisht beauty to renew Then I accost her whose first sight Then turns my pale cheeks to a crimson hue 5. Brave Artist then I 'le sue Philosophers no more to know Their Elixar it 's all in you Prov'd by experience wheresoere you go 61. A Kiss 1. A Way false fear And come not here Cheer up brave thoughts and grow In strength fall not below Your quality alas th' assumption Of one poor kiss was no presumption No none at all sweet-lips you did not erre There was no treason in saluting her 2. Where you before Had thousands more Without repulse or frown No wanton girl 't is known Thou ha'st not only lov'd the sport But waited and endeavour'd for 't I 've seen thee active to inflame the blisses That are ingender'd by the game of kisses 3. Wherefore I 'le draw From Cupids Law That Custom might have claim'd Its right and never fram'd The least Apology nor stood Poring upon th' Optative mood Yet she forsooth not only stai'd the use But tells me the attempt is an abuse 4. But sinner sure Thou needst not wooe her To pass such errors by With an indulgent eye Thou needst not blush where there 's no fault He needs no crutch that ne're did hault Cast off thy care set sorrows on the score Since she repulst thee once ne're kiss her more 62. Hero VVOe is me that fall Woe is me that perish Genius tell me whither shall I repair for one to cherish My declining soul and condole My distress Oh pity yonder Swims the Skeleton of Leander â—d then she sigh'd and then she wept â—d in a passion then she stept aside the remorseless waves and then she died 63. The Ruine 1. Wish that I had never known thee Oh that I could not dote upon thee Nor adore â—â—y alluring lips and eyes To which my wanton fancy flies Any more 2. â—y inchanting grace and beauty To which Adonis ows a duty Have inshrin'd â—eep within that fatal chest â—f thy yet unrelenting brest All my mind 3. â—t is reason thou shouldst carry The Penal burthen which burglary Doth require â—or thy penetrating ray Has broke my house and stol'n away My desire 4. Gentle thief thou haâ—t undone me If thou wile not reflect upon me I must go Unto the dead then for my sake Restore my heart again or take Me also 65. Good Liquor 1. LOve envy rage and fury rest And secretly repose Like hood-winkâ— Falcons in my breast Untill the Ocean flowes For want of quaffing cups you die And are as ill prepar'd as I. 2. I 'le feast you with my rhymes no more When once I cease to tipple When er'e you bar the Cellar dore My Muse becomes a cripple As Luna void of Sol may wink So Clio must for want of drink 3. Nor is 't your Alâ— and musty Beer That procreates my phrases 'T is Wine that makes my Ela clear And worthy of your praises beasts but Asses love to chuse â— best of grass and worst refuse 4. â— not your Wine that 's
lights of the world with yoâ—â— vapours He 's curst that relies on your pitiful look He 's blest that doth banish you out of his book Your matter conâ—umes and it dies like your tapourâ—â— It moulders away like the drammes of a day And there 's no man doth find it enough to contenâ— him The best it will do is to cheat and prevent him 2. I neither will value your promise nor powers I will not aspire at the uppermost throne Give me but an Angel take whose will the Crownâ— All goodness that thence doth accrew's like the showers That fall in the springs or the bird that now sings And is hush from her bush by a puff if you measure You 'l find there is more of distraction then pleasureâ— 3. â—â—ere can be no merit nor object of honour More worthy then this for a man to command His glasses as subjects his pots as a land He that can do this has all wealth for he won her And then he may scorn to be overborn By the trampling feet of the Court or obey them His freedome of mind doth out wit and o're-sway them 4. Do you but anoynt me with unction of bottles Then I will be King and then I will be Prince Then I will confute and then I will convince And teach you more knowledge then ten Aristotles And I will not fear then your almighty men Whose terrible voices can shake the foundations Of great ones and small ones all over the nations 5. Then I and my people would joyntly conspire â—e sway them by love and they shall not â—efuse â—e cheer up my spirits and strengthen my Muse By the wholsome heat of Bacchus his fire And I will not care how State matters shall go 'T is not the great Soldan himself nor his asses Can prove the least title they have to our glasses 6. He has but the genius of power to rule us My Fancy's an Island that lives by the store Of its own native riches and needeth no more Why then should the Lord of the Ocean befool us Let 's drink a free health to our own Commonâ— wealth For I le burn out this lump of my body to ashes Before I le be frighted by fools or their flashes XI The Ejection 1. NOw I have wean'd my wits aside From Melancholy's dismall breast And from thy conceited care my genius bids forbear And will no more the duggs abide That kept her soul unblest Of nourishment and rest 2. I 've sent sad thoughts to be exil'd I' th' broker of Oblivions book I vow I will give o're range about no more To seek for glory pomp or gold All time thus spent we spill Insatiate souls to fill 3. World I have tri'd thee and I see The frailty of thy temper such As secretly deludes each fancy that intrudes On that supposed good of thee Far off you promise much Yet crumble by each touch 4. Why then dull fate should I desire To wait upon thy wavering heels I know thy wanton tricks alas thou canst not fix More then the mettal in the fire Who ere thy goodness feels It slips away like Eeles 5. My aspiration at the Throne My dartings at Nobility My labour for the word of Worship or my Lord Shall fall into Oblivion Gooodness is alter'd in mine eye Worms take it what care I. 6. Place me but on the jovial joint Of Bacchus his fraternal crew There we will govern point by point Wee 'l drink deep healths to you And make no more ado 12. The Suit AH me Rosella what dost meane Must I weane From thee mine eyes away so quick Can one glance Ere advance Future hopes or a dance To remain in my breast I am sick 2. I am deeply sick of love Come remove These mists away by thy bright face You can cease If you please The rage of my diseases 'T is your sweet presence doth it chase 3. Have you a heart to teare and rent My content Is this the rhetorick of your zeale Have you vow'd To be proud 'Cause Nature you indow'd With beauty both to kill and heale Oh stay and doe not leave the City Heale me for love or else for pity 13. Loves best object 1. SOme say that they Will onely love where beauty lies But sure such lovers lose their way And Cupid blinds their slippery eyes Such gilded love Unfixt will prove And various as the weather For look when beauty doth decay Then it and love will die together 2. Some say that they To wealthy girles will onely share Their hungry soules but these I say Deceitfull sons of Venue are For the intent Of him that 's bent Unto such base affection Is rather riches to enjoy Then vertuous parts or good complection 3. Some say that they Will onely turn their wandring eyes And stragling spirits to obey The Nymphs of Pallas grave and wise Such love as this Most noble is And highly to be prised But make not wit your only prey If you by me will be advised 4. Some say that they At Vertues center only shoot And such as these might find the way To happiness if they would do 't But yet alas Aside they pass And misapply their prizes For those that vertues be they say By trial prove but rotten vices 5. But now I vow I 'le tell you how it 's best to love Love verâ—ue wealth wit beauty too And this will not unhappy prove How bright and clear Shall she appear To a judicious lover Who in his apprehensions may These clearly all in one discover 14. To our Mistresses 1. LAdies expell your formal tricks Whereby you wrong your longing nature Strip ye your selves and scorn to mix Such masks and myst'ries in the creature Cog ye and quibble and do what ye caâ— Ye are created for the use of man 2. Why do ye flinch and bend your brows When we demand if ye are willing To wait on Venus each man knows Your fresh doth lust and asks fulfilling Fain flatter and do what ye can Ye are created for the use of man 3. We know your natures and desire Which you conceal with modesty We know the thing you most require In soft pretences sweetly you deny We know you labour all you can To sport and dally and embrace with man 4. Since then in man you so delight Since he 's the summe of your affection Since 't is for him your fancies fight And make intestine insurrection Cast by your coyest veiles and then Present your naked bodies unto men 5. Pine not away with inward fire Waste not your beauty with pretence Wrong not with ecchoes your desire Nothing but sorrows spring from hence Cast by your blankets once agen Present your persons unto naked men 15. An Epithalme 1. GOe goe to bed brook no delay The Curfew Saints-bell calls away Let Mars with Venus freely play 2. Be gone be gone let modesty Not check your fancies but enjoy These nuptiall pleasures legally 3. Doll draw the curtains let
the eyes Of day be dark lest she surprize These dove-like sporting Didymies 4. Let stupid Morpheus be exil'd Till arme in arme you both compil'd Have laid down earnest for a child 16. The Comparison HAve you beheld the Apple-trees How they will moulder by degr In luke-warm Autumn and how baâ—e In winter time their bodies are Then they are dead but when the sprâ— Her plant-reviving bell shall ring These withered trees begin again To dresse themselves and all the traâ—â— Of saplesse suckets that were dead With verdure will b'invelloped So 't is with my faire Rose for she But now 'cause with frigiditie She 's toucht seem'd dul and dead but when Loves spring returns she 'l love agen So that the tender plant and tree With my blest Roses love agree Onely they differ in the time Which makes her vertue more sublime The trees receive reviving power But once a year she every houre 17. Man 1. POor Man Why boasts he thus It is but for a spanne That hee must tarry here with us Can he his dayes recall or can he reine Times nimble Steeds and call them back againe 2. He bragges And takes delight T' unfold the tattered flagges Of his own vertues in the sight Of every eye but there is no reflection Of his owne eyes to his owne imperfection 3. Within A calm of rest Deceitful peace doth win The flexile byas of his breast To dote on earth but she disbands her power And loses all her glory in an houre 4. A breâ—th Produces Joy Another woes or death Thus he 'twixt hope and fear doth lie His sweets are mixt with sowers and his glory 's As apt to varie as the Childe of Doris 5. Hee 's crost Disturb'd and vext Hurried enrag'd and tost By louzy Fortune and perplext While he has life and yet he loaths to heare â—eaths doleful Bell man jangling at his eare 6. By life Which he adores Which to preserve there is such strife And for that end in 's flesh he stores Deaths Antidotes he is deceived alas often proves the greatest foe hee has 7. Hee 's lost But tell me why 'T is thus because he 'l boast Of Earth and Earths felicity His judgement 's blinded and he thinks amiss Like prick-ear'd Midas Hee is lost in this 8 By death Good souls of glory Receive a joyful sheath Yet talk of death he hates the story And what 's the reason why the reason 's clear T is 'cause he dreams there is no heaven but here 18. On the renowned Mary Villers Dutchesse Richmond c. An Acrostick Most reverend Madam in whose sacred breast All vertue dwells and heavens wealth doth rest Receive these feeble raptures which aspire Your worth t' imblazon and your parts admire Villers thou darling of that light divine In whom thy Maker and his grace doth shine Long mayst thou live long mayst thou reign in peace Long may thy vertues thrive never cease Early and late may all the Saints attend thee Rich robes of Glory may the Angels lend thee Sweet soule and 't is my prayer Let God defenâ— thee 19. The Acrostick reduplicate Might I but worship and the Idoll free Ah Madam thou shouldst be my Deity Religion breeding birth renown and worth Yea every ornament Villers holds forth Vast is our theme as though the Gods intended In thee the pride of nature should be mended Love is thy Lacquey Modesty thy Child Lewdnesse thy foe and every vice exil'd Eternall blisse is thy prepared prize Rule thou as Goddesse in the earths disguise So shall my soule become thy sacrifice 20. The degrees of Bacchus HEre I will closely stand to my devotion And wil not stir til we have dreyn'd the ocean â—â—re I le commence brave matters and aspire 〈◊〉 Bacchus schoole till I can climb no higher â—â—awer attend me with a cheerfull cheek â—nd doe not let my liquor be to seek â—â—r if thou dost vile brat by Jove I tell ye 〈◊〉 mortifie thy bones into a jelly The I. Glasse â—â—ah what is this the biting of a flea â—â—nto a Beare a drop onto the sea â—â—ull rogue recrute my cup fill up the pot â—â—ep nothing void nature admits it not â—st thou not heard it on Apollo's drum â—â—atura non admittit vacuum â—pply supply me with another quick â—his is devoured even at a lick 2. â—gain again recrute and do not smother 〈◊〉 good beginning help me with another 3. â—nd yet another with a nimble hand â—uick be obedient unto my command 4. â—hese are but empty Prologues you shall find â—here is a Scene of honour lies behind 5. All this is nothing to a dusty brain Rehearse thy duty fill the glass again 6. So now I taste it's nature but alas All this is nothing fill the other glass 7. This whets the appetite me thinks I find Room for a volly coming yet behind 8. Now I could smile and in a chearful tone Sing out the praises of my sack alone 9. So stay a little and anon you 'l see Which is the strongest or my wits or thee My brave Canary No excess will grow On either side Cork-like my wits they flow Upon this liquor and as that ascends So thrives my wit and to the world extends 10. Brave Wine I vow a Cordial to my heart Now I commence a Batchelor of Art 11. Now I am Master and a Doctor too Law Physick and Divinity I 'le shew All in a volume Here 's the liquor'd Letter And being liquor'd it will work the better Here 's Art refin'd sweet Musick I have found My head strikes up and all my brains dance rounâ— Here 's Grammars Key now I have undertook â—peak all tongues without a Construing book â—gick and Rhetorick here recorded are â—e's every thing that 's pleasant and that 's rare 13. 〈◊〉 that Apollo was but here to see 〈◊〉 harmony betwixt my cups and me 〈◊〉 that proud Hercules stood here before me 〈◊〉 make him kneel and tremblingly adore me â—â—ould he not shiver to behold me stand â—â—th a full glass of Nectar in my hand 〈◊〉 with a hand full and a head full too â—â—d run away and glad he scaped so â—â—st noble drink how are my thoughts unsnar'd 〈◊〉 thinks I am a man of great regard â—â—w I conjecture that the world is mine â—â—ugh to see adversity repine â—â—cause I flourish Both the Turk and Pope â—â—nd bare to me boâ—â— pleading with small hope â—â—r a poor pension O beloved Sack â—â—ving but thee I 've all and do not lack â—â—ere's wealth and riches and here 's beauty bright â—â—ere's Vertue and her Ladies of delight â—â—ere is the hand of Midas and that 's much â—â—hich turneth all to gold that it doth touch â—â—ere is the pride of men this makes small odds â—â—etwixt our priviledges and the gods â—â—hen welcom Sack brave Sack with all my heart â—â—ith thee I 'le live and die and never part â—â—ow to the stars I go and in my pride â—â—ecome a Deity bestellifiâ—d
O 't is my wish and my desire That every action should conspire And every power may comply Even for your tranquillity Thus may you thrive till ye inherit The livelyhood your vertues merit 26. To Zoilus 1. WHen I remember what mine eyes have seen And what mine ears have heard Concerning Muses too too young and green And how they have been jeer'd T' expose my own I am afear'd 2. And yet this fear decreases when I call To my tempestuous mind How the strong loines of Phoebus children all Have fall'n by censures wind And in their road what rocks they find 3. But then fresh thoughts my breast surprising lend More stripes of Eglantine For if with strongest Muses they contend And at such wits repine Much more they 'l strike at mine 4. When snotty Zoilus his detested breed Shall their dull fingers lay Upon my volumes and begin to read Th' included lines he 'l say I am but Bacchus boy 5. And what renowned rhymes can be expected From him that 's sopt in juyce Of guzling Aristippus and infected With liquor too profuse His wits are drown'd in 's cruse 6. Thus by my person he 'l my Poems measure 'Cause I am young and poor And who can hinder't if it be his pleasure He 'l say my wit 's no more And I his lash must feel therefore 7. Well what of this though in his furious rage With belching words he saies I am a child a child and under age i th' non age of my days This addes the more unto my praise 8. But now to you the lamps of humane wit And pillars of discretion That on the vertex of Parnassus fit Retaining full possession Of prudence far beyond expression 9. You that can please Mecaenas if you please And daily drink your fills Of wit by courting the Pierides Which do invite your quills To move as water turns the mills 10. If you but please to cast your eys upon The off-springs of my brain With censure soft and see what I have done With love and not disdain I have enough of joyful gain 11. And for reward this promise I will give If ye will but incline To tread within the limits where I live Though all at me repine You shall be serv'd with noble wine 12. The which I 'le boast of to transcend the drinks Wherein the Gods delight Here 's genuine Nectar that 's defil'd and stinks O here 's a lovely golden bright A taste that charms the appetite 13 What though my drowzy Muse is too too dull Wanting some grains of weight Yet Pipes they flow and Hogsheads they are full Of liquor pure and right To which I do you all invite 14. Excluding Zoilus and his crazy crew â— hat fanci'd to contest With Vulcans honest servant 'cause there grew No window in his breast Let them drink Ale and be unblest 27. The way to Wooe 1. HE that would love and gladly win Th' objected scope of his affections Then let him not conceive 't is sin T' attempt the mark by my directions 2. The God of love you know is blind Therefore cannot impartial be The ey 's the window of the mind And who can pâ—ize right if not see 3. Since then love's partial and admits No solid censure in the theme Lovers like Apes must shape their wits To turn the blewest milk to cream 4. Nor must they want those noble skills Of Sophistry whereby to winde Their waxen words to match the wills Not of their own but Ladies mind 5. 〈◊〉 ne're so fond thy mistress be â—ill be thou sure t' administer â—hough she is pleas'd with foolery â—y thou it's wisdom and assist her 6. 〈◊〉 she is proud then praise her beauty â—nd say thou fanciest her attire â—onfess a world of needless duty the laws of Love support a lyar 7. â—et all the thundring Eccho's slip Though sheâ—s the off-spring of disgrace â—â—hrough th' easie crannies of thy lip â—er â—eign'd sormosity to blaze 8. â—f she is wealthy then adore â— Her now and then with gifts of cost â—or if she finds thy present poor â—he'l slâ—ght thee and thy labour 's lost 9. And who so foolish to deny â—o set such costly baits as may â—ake fishes whose validity Will o're and o're his cost repay 10. Great Jove must not presume to see â—Danaâ—'s beauty nor unfold Her lap till in her bosom he Hurls down a shower of gold 11. If she be fair then use to kiss Her lips those gates of Paradise Embrace her oft remembring this Venus delights in veneries 12. When e're she 's pleas'd to smile although It s at conceit yet represent her And when she talks do thou talk too Be thou to her as th' shade to th' center 13. Of stubbornness thou must be clear That thou mayst flee at her request Stand not at tearms although it were T' atchieve some plot thou dost detest 14. Only resist her still in this When she perswades thee not to love And look thou do it with a kiss Affirming thou wilt never move 15. Think nothing scorn that she desires For Hercules have you not heard The tale so glow'd in Cupids fires That for his Dear he 'd spin and card 16. If then the God of vigor who Dislimb'd the Arcadian Boar And slew the Snakes of Juno too That were design'd his sides to goar 17. â—oopt so submissively and bent â—imself so vile a slave to be â—oop thou also and be content â—or if thou lov'st it suits with thee 18. â—â—st as the Steel doth turn unto the face of the magnetick power â—ven in your actions so must you â—cline unto your Paramour 19. 〈◊〉 rhyming fancies rule her brains â—ccustom thou thy self to sing â—asonian and soft Phrygian strains Well mounted on the Cyprian wing 20. Make this thy labour and aspire â—or stuff that may augment the flame And soon you 'l set that breast on fire Whereto your love-sick arrows aime 21. the foes of Love are stubborn words â—ad lowring eyes and lips that pout These cut more sharp then sharpest swords And put your Ladies unto rout 28. Taylors 1. TAylors and Wood-cocks both agree But not in point of skills For both of them we plainly see Do live by their long bills 2. The Taylors scrub the Wood cocks fly So both be quick and nimble The Wood cock trusts unto his eye The Taylor to his thimble 29. Wisdom THou matchless darling of the heavenly race Minerva decked and adorn'd with grace And sacred beauty thou that wilt not be Devirginated by the proudest he That e're assay'd with vigor or with tears I have consum'd the morning of my years In wooing thee yet am as far to win Thy sacred love as when I did begin I cleav'd the waters like a true Meander I sought thee here and did pursue thee yonder Like poor Alphaeus I have followed thee But Arethusa thou hast prov'd to me I cannot gain thee neither can I rest â—â—ll thou residest in my longing breast â—ow shall I
thy Virgin blooms and then Will leave the branches bare and base Of such licentious greedy men As leave poor Ladies in disgrace 3. Who Jason-like will never spare To spoil the cask so they can get What Jewels it includeth rare Ev'n for the Gem spoil th' Cabinet 4. Attend not to Mercurian lips Gay raiment or Atalanta's balls If once thy foot in publick slip Thousands will lurk to give thee falls 5. And this sage counsel I bequeath You for your good because I see By the inticement of a breath you fell so gently down for me 43 The Blush WEll may she sigh and blush to see My love-dri'd cheeks how pale they be For her light love and lean reward Of my affection leans so hard Upon my vitals that it strains The crimson tincture from my veins And leaves my cheeks to be the right Type of the Lady of the night But stay fond Muses sure you err She wrongs not you but you wrong her For if the slender Love that freez'd In torid Zone of her had squeez'd The tincture from my cheeks sure then She would have gilded those agen By the continual blush and blaze That darts like Paean from her rayes Her tongue 's the mintage I the coin And as she speaks this heart of mine 〈◊〉 formed as the signets be To wax so are thy words to me â—f then her words can wrest my nature Her blush may burnish my dull feature 〈◊〉 but the weakness of her love Doth still perswade her to remove And vail her cheeks so that the cause Which from my face the tincture draws Doth also hinder and debar My pined visage from repair Why then suppose thy self a fly So mayst thou buz beneath her eye Then her hot eyes or fragrant breath May scortch or stifle me to death Oh that were best of all 't is better fate To die Loves Martyr then to live in hate 44. The Protest 1. LAdy let not a tear trickle down or appear In your eye To conceive I should leave My affecting of you till I die 2. May the Bell never toll as a foy to my soul When it flies From its urn to return To the place whence it came o're the skies 3. May the Sun never shine on this forehead of mine VVhile I breath If that I e're deny To adore and to love thee till death 4. May the horrible itch or the ghost of a witch Torture me If I prove to remove My engagements fair Lady from thee 5. But why should I speak that have no force to breâ—â— My design For as well may I sell My own life as forbear to be thine 6. Can the water remove from beneath to above VVithout art No you know it cannot so No more can I alter my heart 7. Can the day light go out while the Sun goes abouâ— In the Sphear No you know 't cannot so No more can my zeal to my Dear 8. Th' art Queen of my soul and hast force to controuâ— Each decree For alas even as Steel to the Loadstone so I am to thee 9. â—nce then there 's no force can divide or divorce Us in twain â—hrow aside peevish pride â—hile I kiss thee again and again 10. â—t us wantonly play kiss and clip while we may Without scorn â—r if we merry be â—ver night I 'le not leave thee i' th' morn 45. The Item WHat I always grumbling always whining Still fuming raving and repining â—hat ails my brat to be so pettish â—o cross so peevish and so frettish â—urst Cur what makes thee thus I say â—hy wearest thou thy self away â—n macerating envies wheel â—hat inward mover dost thou feel â—r is it ought that dwells in me â—hat does extort thy voice and thee â—ure then I 'le say and yet I will not flout thee the Devil 's in thee or thy wit 's without thee 46. The Maids Soliloquie 1. YOu Virgins of the Queen of Lovers Come and consult with me a while Help me to chase this bird that hovers About my breast into exile Shew me a way Whereby I may In stead of sighing take delight to smile 2. What though he 's gone in wrath departed Shall I for ever more lament No I will not be so faint-hearted It shall not cause me to repent Though he has left Me and bereft Me of his love yet I have my content 3. When in his arms I was confined A jealous frenzy vext my brain And I each moment was enjoined To feel the sting of Cupids pain For then I thought I had been caught But now my heart 's become mine own again 4. If it were needful I should marry I need not labour for a lad But I will rather chuse to tarry â—est some should think that I were mad For when I wed My joyes are fled And all my good days will be turn'd to bad 5. And since his absence greatly cases Me of my sorrows and my care â—ray let him wander where he pleases And not return till I despair The which shall be When you shall see Both Towns and Castles builded in the air 47. The Dialogue VVHat mean those golden locks About Rosella's head These shew in what bewitching stocks Thy heart lies fettered Why is her lofty brow so fair Like Eurus cheek so red 'T is her blush and doth declare Where modesty is bred What means that moisture that appears In her bright eyes like Pearl It signifies how Cyprian tears Flew dayly from the girl Wherefore does she withdraw her eyes When I accost her beams Because her rayes should not annoy Thy sight by their extreams And wherefore does her crimson hue So often change and vary O 't is a Herald sent to you To wish you to be wary What ailes her lips more hard to be Then Coral or the Rubie This shews the clownishness of thee For thou art but a boobie Pray tell me more apparently Wherein the truth of this is Because you do not mollifie Them by your moistning kisses What mean those knots upon her breast And pray what is their duty 〈◊〉 Why feeble art is here exprest â— wait on natures beauty 〈◊〉 What mean her hands to look so white â— though they were 〈◊〉 snow â— This shews that love it cold and light â—hich in her heart doth grow â—nd youth thou lyest and 't is but thy pretence â—an refute thee by experience 48. The Times 1. MY heart alas is ever dying And yet is never dead â—ke ful-lblown Dames I lie out-crying Yet am not brought to bed 2. â—alm they say succeeds a storm Alas why I beleeve it â—d good it also chac't by harm Which dayly lurks to grieve it 3. 〈◊〉 some unhappy news to day Tranquillitie's exil'd â—d all my joyes consume away â—d thus I am beguil'd 4. Perhaps anon this rigid act Is by the court repeal'd And then I am with pleasures back't And all my wounds are â—â—l'd 5. But this is that which ne're endures Above a day at most Some cruel jog doth
they have plenty but we seldom know VVhen wit and riches both together flow â—n the same font Fate mortals ticklish guide Doth them divide 15. Your waxen-winged verses will dissolve â—n time of want then censure will revolve Your fame i' th' bowels of contempt and drown'd You once renown'd 16. Are you in prison tell me can you pierce The gates and wickets by a measur'd verse Can your own fancy bail you can you be For crimes set free 17. Where 's all your friends perhaps one sayes I knoâ— hiâ— I 've seen his person I have read his Poem All wish him well but which man goes about To help him out 18. But now you Poets if you would have friends First learn ye to be happy else your ends Are all in vain and when you happy be Remember me 54. The Souldier and his Mistress So. HArk hark my Paragon the trumpet soundâ— The foaming horse come praâ—â—â— o're the ground The noise of battel in my ear rebounds 2. Arm arm brave Hectors the Centurions cry Advance advance your weapons or you die Which horrid noise will break our Sympathy 3. Mist No no it needs not shall the horrid swarmâ— Of men and horse allure thee by their charms To leave my fleshly for thy martial arms 4. â—ing closer then for thou shalt not depart â—rom me this night in person or in heart â—rm not for thou in arms already art 5. And th' art engage'd unto the harmless fight â—f wanton Cupid where this following night â—e'l both be conquer'd conquer'd with delight 6. Our smiles shall be our arrows and our eyes Are Stratagems sufficient to surprize Thoughts of dissention and Antipathies 7. Each blow will beg another and 't will ease us â—uch contestations cannot chuse but please us And such a quarrel greatly will appease us 8. Brave war and harmless oh who would deny To be a souldier in 't who would not die In such a battel such artillery 9. Sold I but I dare not if my Captain find Me in your quarters no excuse will blind His rigid sentence and his furious mind 10. Mist There 's none shall find thee for I 'le vail thy face And body too with the embroidered case Of my rich blanket where we will embrace 11. My smock shall shroud thee my hand shall guide thee From whatsoâ—'re disaâ—ter shall betide thee i th' busâ—â— on my belâ—y I will hide thee 12. Or if he find thee I will 〈◊〉 than That he is arm'd let him say what he can To ruine mortals thou to make a man 55. The Exclamation SInce 't was thy beauty that begun This servent â—rdor in my breast Make it my grief-expelling sun That wretched I may take some rest I burn I burn 'twixt the extreams Of fear and hope and thy bright beamâ— 2. One heat another may unthrone Then wonder not if I desire Who scorching lies i th' torrid Zone Your forehead to expel my fire Oh smile and let my heart not lie Broyl'd on the grid irons of thine eye 3. Ice fires foe laid to the skin That 's burnt will câ—use the â—lesh to turn Into a blâ—steâ— and within With greater 〈◊〉 to burn O Iey heart then be not so I would bring additions â—o my woâ— 4. â—â—â—ange kind of creature whose clear eye 〈◊〉 scorch and burn like Luna's brother â—d yet her heart in Ice doth lie â—r self doth freeze yet burns another â—e torrid and the frigid Zone â—ite their temperâ— both in one 5. â—en let thine eye thy heart reflect â—on and soon the Ice will perish â—â—d then thy heart will me affect â—â—d with enlivening flames me cherish â—ow I lie gasping and I saint â—r want of thee my lovely Sainâ— 6. â—â—ou art that tree whereon is found 〈◊〉 â—trange and double-natur'd power â—e one is bitterly to wound â—e other sweetly is to cure â—â—d since the first on me ha'st paâ—â— â—â—me now and cure me with the last 7. 〈◊〉 furious flame alas I fry â—â—d cannot damp the heat with water 〈◊〉 â—â—srcture reels and I must die 〈◊〉 beauty brings me not her daughter â—oss and turn and cannot rest â—is Juniper flames within my breast 8. â—ome lively soul let 's symphathize In love and arms and be not loth Let me behold in thy bright eyes Nareissus and Adouis both Were but thy heart as hot as mine I should find pleasure to calcine 9. Poor beauty-strucken soul I have No consolation in the world Unless thy bounty dain to save Me from those plagues upon me hurl'd Thou art that spell and only thee That charmest all my misery 10. Come sacred Doctress then and act Thy energy and power on me A word of thine with Cupid back't Is medicine enough to be Deaths Antidote and to controul The extasie wherein I roul 56. The Invitation to Marry PUt on Rosella ride not with delay 'T is full of danger all-devouring time Brings things in time to ruine and decay Enjoy thy pleasure now it is thy prime All things unused quickly are decay'd And for the lack of use are useless made 2. â—bserve an house that 's not inhabited â—ow soon swift time makes pock-holes in the walls â—bserve a cage from whence the bird is fled â—ow soon it's cobweb'd and to ruine falls â—h let not Rose thy wanton white and red â—or want of wanton use be withered 3. Thou art the Rose the Queen of every flower And if in time thou art not choicely taken Thou wilt decline and lose thy fragrant power And thy fresh cheeks of beauty be forsaken Then take this counsel let it not be known â—o rare a Rose should languish all alone 4. Make me thy Tenant and let me inherit This curious Joynter let thy youthful age â—e kept for me to me do you transfer it â—le be the Bird too if you 'l be the Cage â—le keep the house as 't is and you shall see No alteration in the Cage shall be 5. The Rose is even ripe and fit to gather Here is a hand shall pluck it if you please Let it not stand left time and stormy weather Shall blanch its vertue and make beauty cease Resign it now reserve it not until 'T is neither fit for scent nor to distil 6. Let 's love no longer single but enjoy The true Elysiunâ— which our Wedlock brings And let us feed on that felâ—city Where of the silly Dove of Venus sings Die not a Virgin lest survivers tell Rose is departed to loud Apes in hell 57. The â—reeminence ALas what 's Phoebus I did ne're Stand trembling to behold his light As I have often done to her He shines i' th day she day and night His glory can but dull mine eyes But in her lustre my heart fries Then tell me where most power lies 2. Pale-fac'd Diana can but shew A crazy countenance but my Rose Has full-grown beauty clear and true Her heavenly brow no blemish knows Yet in Lucina you may see Apparent spots pray then tell me
mixt and blended With this and that receit â—t's first decayed and then amended From such I must retreat Heavens Nectar I incline bright Apollo's rasie Wine 66. The Air 1. sweet sounds that issue from the Quire Of wing'd Musicians or the Thracian Lyre Be dumb repose your Knells You warbling shrill-mouth'd Philomels Your tones extort my tears Your musick seems unto my ears 〈◊〉 Vrsus to the eye appears 2. â—uses whose charms are Musket-proof â— passive power you may stand aloof Whose active charms can draw Waters from mountains and unthaw A flinty breast you be Of no more value unto me Then Butter flies to Broom-men be 3. Sing to the woods and silver'd brooks I neither like your Sonnets nor your looks Court fools as may affect Your dissonanting dialect My Lute 's more clear and choice Wherein I only can rejoice It is Rosella's heavenly voice 67. Time The Interpreter WHat serious students with their busied bâ— Could ne're unlock what Philosophick pâ— Tri'd and fell short of what strong art ne're â— What was a theme too hard for th' Alchymist What mighty Merlin in his operation Fore sight Prediction and prognostication Could not unroll Time has now detected Yet still he is dispes'd and dis-respected There 's no man crowns him with a wreath of pâ— Compos'd of Lawrel triumph though his waies Are rules of truth while error boldly draws Worlds of applause to her insatiate claws Infected Animals how are ye blinded With misty judgements how intic't and winded With strange belief how nimble and how proâ—â— To build on rottenness Rely upon Deluding Motives making declination From the firm Basis of true revelation â—ge your opinions you unbridled youths â— time not Artists will declare our truths 68. Knowledge THrough the Meander of invented art â— I 've deeply waded and unthaw'd the Ice â— knotty contexts as a â—teely Dart â—ere's through mysteries dark obscure and nice â—r Cypria's function was made known to me â—e with her daughters been too well acquainted â—e known Romes stages and her gallantry â— pastimes Paradise I have been planted 〈◊〉 was my senses oyl'd with such content â—t that displeasure also had its growth â—now what 't was to laugh and to lament â—pell'd the nature and the use of both â—pur'd my genius on my Muse I put â— to the Labyrinth of as deep conclusion â— sense and reason knew I hew'd and cut â—e doors of darkness down and made intrusion â— was acquainted with the starry realm 〈◊〉 others be yet here my knowledge lack't â— knew not him that sitteth at the helm 〈◊〉 whose discretion all the Planets act â—herefore thou root of nature and of art â— Since void of knowing thee makes knowledg void â—fuse no other Science in my heart â—hen of my self and thee my glorious guide 69. The Vineyard 1. ENter you that save with madness Enter you that sigh with sadness And receive the oyl of gladness In the Vine 2. Here 's the mystery of the Muses Here 's the Font Maâ—â—as uses Here wit gains what ere it loses Noble Wine 3. Here 's the Laurel here 's the Bayes Here 's the sum of Poets praise Heare 's the creaâ— of Paâ—s rayes Samous liquor 4. Here 's th' Arseâ—â— whence do spring Presents worthy for a King Here my sâ—neies tender wing Thriveth quicker 70. The Quere SAy shall I love or shall I leave her Shall I leave or love for ever â—ll I part with my profession â— proceed in my progression Eccâ—o 〈◊〉 back suspend thy love for ever â—l home thy heart again and leave her â—o much of one sort breeds lothing â—kes the object fit for nothing â—yls the fancy spoils the sense â—ns delight to penitence â—cially in those that summon â—eir wits to attend a woman â—en refuse fall off and leave her 〈◊〉 thou lose thy bliss for ever â—ing once engag'd thy credit â—n may curse that ere you did it 〈◊〉 if beauty moved thee â— adventure that may flee â—en that face which once was fire â—calcine shall now expire â— Lamps of Zealots and shall choke â—y own sense with thy own smoke â—d you 'l feel in such a case â—ch disease or much disgrace â—ou go your credits lost â—ou stay you will be crost 〈◊〉 how dismal is 't for he 〈◊〉 whose love formalitie â—ps or the affection where 〈◊〉 wells not for love but fear â—en return return and leave her Lest thou art a fool for ever What avails thy wanton courting Kissing clipping hugging sporting Smiling beckning musing glancing Winding tripping footing dancing Chopping changing mingling words All the joy that love affords What art thou for this the better Only thou art made a debtor For 't Although thy Mistress swims Over the glorious Cherubims In thy fancy she 'l not scorn To salute thee with a horn For thy requital Such there be Then love not such vanity O return return and leave her Else I 'le say th' art mad for ever He 's a fool that loves to be Vassal'd when he may be free 71. The life and death of Sarah SArah liv'd and Sarah lov'd Sarah thriv'd and Sarah mov'd Sarah sat and Sarah slept Sarah wak't and Sarah wept Sarah sob'd and Sarah smil'd Sarah was begot with child Sarah sigh't and Sarah song And Sarah could not hold her tongue Sarah pist and Sarah cri'd Sarah shit and so she di'd 72. The Messenger LOve commands his servant out To the woods to range about For a Mistress for his Master Cause he wanted such a plaister As a Lady Out he gots Through the woods streams verse and prose One he found and then return'd To the man that sight and burn'd Expectation did advance And hope had the predominance Love repli'd to th' Agent then Dost thou gladly turn agen Art thou fraited with my blâ—ss Then he answers Master yes But what hast thou prepar'd for me Is she coy or is she free Is she tall or is she low Is she slender lean or no Is she square or is she round Is she sick or is she sound Do the Gods confess their duty Is to worship such a beauty Is but Venus scarce her type Is she green or too too ripe Is she foul or is she fair Is she not at others are Is she white or is she black Or what i' st that she doth lack Answer I have prepar'd for thee enough She 's coy enough add free enough She 's Low enough and tall enough She 's big enough and small enough She 's fat enough and lean enough She 's rich enough and mean enough She 's young enough and strong enough She 's short enough and long enough She 's sick enough and sound enough She 's square enough and round enough She 's black enough and white enough She 's foul enough and bright enough She 's thin enough and quick enough And she will soon be thick enough If you can give her P enough 72. The Mask of Adonis WHen all the night Ravens Bats of the 〈◊〉
Mistress for a day But needs she must beguile me 'T is but a feeble Bulwark cannot bear The brunt of one attempt There is no confidence in such a Sphere All vertue is exempt Go wet your hands in water then you know Pitch has no power to stain Go oyl your heart with grace and whores also Will tempt you but in vain â—n lie a little in Radopha's arms Be confident and wary 〈◊〉 let thy chastity oppose her charmâ— So may thy soul not vary 〈◊〉 passively receive the sugered sin That 's bounded by her waste 〈◊〉 like the Diers hand declare wherein Thou dipdst thy finger last â—etimes 't is good to search corrupted souls For hence we may discern and see 〈◊〉 sad it is where only vice controls And prize more noble honesty 76. Semper Idem VVHo would not morgage faith fame Purchase so divine a soul as she That is for ever more the same â—ring no more then Anaxarete As the first day I came to wooe her â—tedfastly she doth continue still And so 't is like she will endure 〈◊〉 she ne're lov'd me yet nor ever will Let greedy Rivals then adjorn â—ir forward suits and sue for her no more For I shall still enjoy her scorn â—pite of them she has ' for me in store 77. Nobility TEll me no more no more thou young 〈◊〉 Of the renown due to thy predecessor Tell me no more no more thou tardy Stoick What man was famous or what man Heroick Thou being idle This will rather bring Lead then a feather to the failing wing Of thy own fame This is not thy defence The publick eye looks on the present tense It looks not backward then recite not thou Thy fathers fame or merit tell me now Thy noble Acts and so thou shalt repair His rusty glory and thine own forbear Fond Thraso else you know such brags will be Disparagements unto they line and thee What if thy father had been born a fool Hadst thou but prosper'd in the heroick School Of rare exploits then thou shouldst have enjoy Thy recompence which none should have deni'd Abundantly and in as ample measure As though all vertue were thy fathers treasure But if th' art foolish though thy father was A Tully or a Hector yet alas 'T is no more beneficial unto thee Then Alexanders glory is to me Only it adds more anguish to thy mind When thou remembrest how thou hast declin'd â—nâ—w then Nobility if rightly meant â— rather by self-action then descent 78. The Extremes FAir one those radiant lustres that arise From those bright Tapers they Celestial eâ— â—ave fired me I burn in every part â—hey gnaw like Vulters my relenting heart And then the numness of you frozen zeal â—arves all my bliss and makes my â—â—ope conge â—o that my heart lies in a restless Urn With Cauoasus I freeze with Aâ—tna burn wherefore that sorrows may not me eâ—lipse chace frost and fire with thy love and lips 79. The dying Lover YOu murthering eyes you have disliv'd a man Nay do not court me now you never can Repair the breach Dull lamps they may be cherish But there 's no succour for a heart that 's perisht You may deplore my fall but not recover The blood you spilt deaths fatal blow is over And now behold I die my senses reel My humane powers dissolove I gently feel My soul departing to the sphere above The low Elysium of terrestrial love Bewaile your self not me for I am ceast Yours is the crime mine is eternal rest These words he spake then with a doleful gasp His soul and body death did soon unhasp 80. Furioso MOnsieur Mundungo in a three-sol'd hat Lined with Louse-â—kins and a suit of that One day came walking with a sword b' his side Along the medows where the man espi'd Two Rivals fighting for a Lass that stood Bleeding in sorrow to behold their blood To these he march'd as though he 'd have devouâ— Both Lords and Lady too Lord how he lowr'd With ears like Midas and a head as large As Lugnals Chimney or a Gravesend Barge His neck like Atlas and the fool exprest Deformed Tytius in his ugly breast His gouty fâ—ogers were like Millers pegs And great Colossus furnish'd him with legs This mighty Monster armed I 'le assure ye With hobnail tushes oyl'd wing hellish fury Accosts these Champions vowing in a breath To send their bodies to eternal death But as he enter'd to oppose the play He drew his sword and stoutly run away 81. Loves frailty â—Ove thou are a false delight Th' art shoulder'd up with blisses â—nded with golden kisses â—y holiday is night â—â—e thou art a wanton youth â—â—d guilty of high treason â—gainst the Prince of reason â—y target is untruth â—â—e those leering looks of thine â—e gilt with feigned passion â—â—t with dissimulation â—ttery's thy Brigandine â—â—ve thou art a subtile thiese â—â—at dost both rob and wound us â—â—d many times confound us â—t giv'st us no relief â—â—en Love avoid and court my thoughts no more â—y birth if spurious Venus is a whore â—ink not to trap me with thy sugered wiles â—are not for thy frowns nor weigh thy smiles â—he shall not please me nor the other grieve me â—â—auty shall neither wound nor Love relieve me 82. The She Cockney MY City dame fell sick she sigh'd she wept She went to bed she slumber'd and she 〈◊〉 She rose again she fed she walk'd yet still Forsooth my mistress was extremely ill It pleased her fleeting fancy then to steer Her course into the fields to see if there Her qualm might cease yet still poor soule 〈◊〉 Can meet with no cessation nor relief Her tender foot steps to the fragrant bowers She fed upon the fruits she cropt the flowers She went she wept she smil'd she sigh'd yet 〈◊〉 Forsooth my Lady if extremely ill Well she retired to repose again Upon her downy bed yet still the pain Attended her Her pulse did loudly pelt Whose verberation I am sure I felt Which hardly she did neither could she say What was her pain or in what part it lay But 't is the mode forsooth and therefore still Our City Mistress iâ— extremely ill 83. Weak Love 1. BAse love that cannot hold A frown â—nd baser heart that is control'd And thrown â—â—to despair at one denial â—â—ou hast betraid thee in thy trial 2. â—â—or heart that cannot bear Nor brook â—ne vice where many vertues are Nor look â—hrough's fingers at a venial error He learn't not this from Câ—pids mirror 3. â—oor soul that cannot rest A day From her being absent nor digest Delay Of promise though he knows it be Obstructed accidentally 4 We know that girls will smile And lowre Now th' are as pert as Camomile Then sowre Who robs a Hive loud fame doth sing Must with the honey taste the sting 5. They 'l crip and rise agen And so Experience cries the best of men Will do And shall we therefore not descry A
fault and see it secretly 6. They 'l promise much 't is true And yet They are slack to pay and will not you Do it Come come revise your self you 'l see Her vice is your Epitomy 84. Rosella Sleeping BLow not Zephyrus in the least give o're Dexamine to dash against the shore Advance thy trident and put down thy billows Oh Neptune buzze not in the muffled willows Peace Hornets musick is of no effect Where dull ey'd Morpheus holds the intellect Then cease Canary-birds and let her rest Breathing on me while I breath on her breast Whose balmy breath so fragrant shall refresh The mournful passion of my panting flesh While her sweet eye-lids on her eyes laid down Screen her poor lover from the torrid Zone â—â—h is our walking in a Summers day â—â—en cooler clouds mask Titans fiery â—ay â—â—en whistling Myrtles peace refrain to shake â—ke not Rosella till Rosella wake 85. Minerva 1. AWay away all you that be Of Cupids gang your sugered faces Are no Magneticks unto me I can detest your soft embraces â—eed not care to flie from you â—ave the Graces and the Muses too 2. Go Vulcan go and tell thy tale And shew thy vices to another Thou never shalt on me prevail I 've wit enough thy flames to smother 〈◊〉 can take pleasure void of you â—ave c. 3. Go ruffling Courtiers and salute Such as you know will fall before ye No powder'd hair nor Sunday suit Shall bribe Minerva to adore ye I can take pleasure c. 4. Go enviâ—s cursed whelps and sit Where snaky Strigies use to dally And you that spurn like Zoilus wit Go rest you in Charybdis valley I can rejoice in spite of you I have the Graces and the Muses too 86. The Charm 1. COme my fairest come my dearest Come my dearest come my fairest Let 's enjoy Cupids pleasure In full measure Since here 's none but thee and I. 2. Give me kisses give me blisses Give me blisses give me kisses Do not arise Let us dally In loves valley While Apollo shuts his eyed 87. Rosella Maskt 1. â—O have I seen cloud impair The azure Heavens and the fair â—â—bition of the Prince o' th' air 2. â—nd I have seen the Borean weather â—eep all the clouds away together â—nd drive them to I know not whither 3. â—ven so I 've seen a Mask obscure â—osella's cheek and vail the pure â—â—lustrious blood her veins immure 4. â—nd I have seen the vail has gone â—nd disinvellop't that fair Sun â—s soon as I have breath'd thereon 88. Tom Tell-troth 1. I Love not a cast in the eye Nor lead in the edges of Kniveâ— I love not a man that will lye Unless 't be with other mens wives 2. I love not the ribs of a Lark I love not the brains of a Crow I love not a Dog that will bark Except he will bite also 3. I love not to sit on a bench While you put my foot in the Stocks But I love a beautiful wench Provided she has not the Pox 4. I care not for hunting the Hare I care not for coursing the Coney I care not for selling my wave If I thought I should get no money 5. I care not for courting a Witch Nor drinking of Milk when 't is hairy I care not for eating of Pitch But I love to be drinking Canary 6. I love merry lads in my heart That mirth with their honesty have â—as for a fool I care not a fart â—nd I cannot endure a knave 89. The Dejection 1. â—Hy art thou chain'd to th' world caâ—st not remove A little higher to the orbs above 〈◊〉 slenderly dost thou thy stock improve 2. â—y is thy heart contained in a snare â—at secret thought dulls fancy Oh what are 〈◊〉 thoughts invellop't with the clouds of care 3. 〈◊〉 cam'st thou thus what Cell-created news 〈◊〉 down thy progress what condition screws 〈◊〉 genius to the post and dulls my Muse 4. â—â—d down this fog and let the beams of light 〈◊〉 a light heart I mean display their bright â—ntial glories to disband the night 5. not within thy self what life is this 〈◊〉 mirth is sadness sorrow is thy bliss â—u liv'st below a man and think'st amiss 90. O Yes O Yes O yes O yes If any man In City Town or Country can Tell tidings of my Love that 's fled Out of the warm and naked bed Last night while I lay slumbring by her Let him bring word unto the Crier And for his labour he shall have As large requital as he 'l crave Her Characters be these She 's drest VVith honesty and that 's the best Attire I think that Ladies wear Prudence has pleated up her hair As for her face where e're you spie A girl whose beauty blinds your eye And wounds your heart say that is she And then conduct her safe to me For till I find her I must trace Through all the thickets and the groves Where lovers use to look their loves VVith Heroules I 'le search the fountains And make an Eccho in the mountains For my fair one that 's fled and hid As he for his dear Hylas did The torch of Cores I will borrow I 'le search to day and seek to morrow Baulking no trouble nor no pain Till I have found her out again 〈◊〉 â—onder yonder sure she stands 〈◊〉 heavens wringing both her hands 〈◊〉 that 's not she too 't is a cloud 〈◊〉 which poor Ixion once was proud â—m mistaken I must leave â—d travel on lest I deceive 〈◊〉 hopes and smother up my love 〈◊〉 will my search immortal prove 91. The Reply ANd is she gone Ah pity then That she should ere return agen 〈◊〉 you dull Clown whose slumbering eye â—â—uld fall asleep when she lay by â—e was a jewel it is true â—â—d was esteemed so by you â—hen you had lost her Learn you then â—â—ver she return agen 〈◊〉 keep her as a Gem of cost â—nd prize the Gem before it 's lost â—t all my fear is that you had Tytians face This is no lad â—r fair Aurora she will buss â—ther the young spark Caephalus â—nd from her bed each morning flie 〈◊〉 wanton in the southern Skie â—â—ntent you then with crazy age â—nd if the Nymphs of Cupids stage Fly off from thence this is the reason They love not faces out of season Time-wasted flesh and wrinkled brows Are no fit objects for their bows Love's fresh and young the like it loves But snorting age it never moves 93. A Token HEre take my heart my heart and body too Had I a greater gift I 'de give it you The Exception COuld I but sink into your thoughts and spy Your roving fancy in your rolling eye I 'de cast mine eyes upon 't and if I found Your love was loyal and your heart was sound I would accept them but I dare not take Vail'd Gems at venture nor presume to make Such cover'd bargains Leave your suit fond lover Unless the gift you
give you can uncover Another Token THat our affection may increase and shine Let 's change give me thy heart and thou 〈◊〉 mine The Exception â—Eep home your heart pray and from me retire 'T is more then my desert or my desire 〈◊〉 be no changling 't would produce much dangers 〈◊〉 turn acquaintance out and put in strangers 〈◊〉 heart lives well and does not care to move â—â—y be content I thank you for your love 94. The Station 1. COme fancy and do not thou dabble Thy wings nor the wit of thy Muse â—mong the sophisticate rabble 〈◊〉 Judas's Doegs and Jews â—y off from their modes do not mingle Nor mix â—y nature with theirs tarry single And fly from their tricks 2. â—un the fraud of the Court if you ken it â—nd from the loose Libertines fleâ— â—et be not so strict as Saint Bennet â—r that superstition would be 〈◊〉 sure thy designs they be stable And stout And let them be invariable Not like to the rout 3. Let Jesuits envy their Masses And Recabites fall to their Wine Let Puritans fly from their Lasses And Atheists all be divine Let Ranters lie down with the Sleepers And then Let the zealous Pilgrims and Weepers Turn laughers agen 4. Let um chop let um change let um alter Though one take the Crown for the Oare Though some the gold chain for the halter And some the Strapado for th' Whore Though some ' stead of rags gather riches And fame And some bewray their noble breaches Yet I 'le be the same 5. 'T is neither bad time nor bad season Shall cut off the cords of my mirth 'T is neither bad rhime nor bid reason Shall spoil my design in the birth Let every one change as he pleases But yet â—â—â—ther solace or sorrow encreases I 'le not stir a bit 6. Science is clearly convicted â—t all their intentions are vain â—refore I their folly relicted 〈◊〉 never will mind them again â—ow them I felt them I tri'd them At best â—e them not but Semper Idem For ever I 'le rest 95. Urbs infoelix 1. IF like a Mill my Harp did move I need not use my fingers Nor call for help from heaven above Nor seek for earthly fingers 〈◊〉 streams of tears that from mine eyes gusht out â—uld be enough to turn the wheel about 2. I 've search'd each angle of thy soul I 've peep 't through every cranny I find beyond compare th' art foul Thy vices are too many For tongue to tell to the intentive ears Flowing as proudly as my brackâ—sh tears 3. I from my window cast mine eye Where wanton girls were seen All clothed with immodesty And prides rich Magazine Whose proud array and prouder looks did tell Their journeys were in vain their end was hell 4. Unhappy people come refrain Renew your so lowing years Weep for your loss and for your gain Till sin is drown'd with tears Your golden mines of Love and Peace are dumb While leaden strife and envy take their room 96. The Iron Age 1. VVHen Saturn dwelt in Italy The Golden Age begun But Ah! ere my nativity The Golden Age was done 2. I 've read how he sometimes would go And drink a pint of Wine â—ith old Japetus where they two Would tell a tale divine 3. They had their feasts of Love and Peace Knitting their hearts in Vno But now in stead of these we be Like Heroules and Iuno 4. T was after that Iove had bereaven His Father of his Crown And had assum'd the power of Heaven To be his only own 5. This revolution did produce An happy Scene of powers And pleasure then was grown profuse I wish the case were ours 6. But look where Pride doth sway the Stage And Folly rules the Pagin Th' event will be the Iron Age As well you may imagine 97. The Bride Weeping 1. FLee blushing Sol thy motion is too slow And Vâ—sper thou delai'st Has night forgotten what she has to do Or turn'd Loves bitter foe And so will not make haste Pity remorseless Gods and see How the sweet girl has wept for ye 2. Lash on thy Nag dull Phoebus and renew Vesper thy tardy pace And lazy night lend your assistance too We only wait your race We only wait for you See how she panteth for the sport Her heart even breaks in longing for 't 3. Peace wrong d girl and rest a while content Relief begins to spring Darkness doth vail the brighter element Bubo extends her wing While dayâ— birds cease to sing Then peace my dear and cease to cry Thou shalt be eased by and by 98. The Passion AH wo is me she turns aside And still refuses When I would kiss I am deni'd With cold excuses Ah me I can receive no rest But I must perish Until her lips and mine conâ—est My soul to cherish But that I know she 'l never do She holds it evil Then fare her well and let her go Unto the Divel She that refuses my good will And scorns my favour I 'le also scorn to wooe her still But let the Divel have her 99. To Fate 1. TRead under Fate be not destroy'd Rouse up again and live Take courage and revive Take reason for thy guide Love's blind and so is fortune let them be Captains-Conducters to themselves not me 2. Sigh not for sorrows past refrain To let base fear control The sallies of thy soul What priviledge we gain By giving vantage unto sorrow shall If put into our eyes not hurt at all 3. Adversity 's of no effect To smother or to bind A well disposed mind Fleet Souls low Spheres neglect And soaring to another Zone they claim Fates upper hand and wear the Crown of Fame 4. Come then my soul and see thou go'st Into thy self and there Survey what things you wear Then get what you have lost And arm'd with courage to the world relate Thy self triumphant o're the Tower of Fate 100. Confidence 1. COuld I imagine how I might Destroy my foes in thinking Or draw their bloods by drinking I 'de stay at home and in an Angle fight 2. Yet may I triumph o're the times With my laborious Quill While I my self sit still With measur'd Rhetorick and melodious rhimes 3. Then arm thy self Vrania And flee to every Zone That Mortals trend upon Surround the Globe and in their fansies play 4. Sprout forth young sprig of tender Wit Well fledg'd with Dorick strains Flee swiftly from my brains And let the world see I 'm not â—â—rb'd by it 5. Grow Darts on thy ignoble Stem That wisely may resist Each proud Antagonist And tell thy foes thou wâ—lt not stoop to theâ—â— 101. The Check 1. BUt stay lie down my soul Lie down dear soul and leave The world corrupt and foul With vanity and cleave Unto thy self and like a Hermit spend Thy days in silence till thy days shall end 2. He sleeps in silver peace That in a Cell remains Where altercations cease Both from his