Then prithee let me Roses have A Rosie Chaplet's all I crave For which Thou God of Wine each day I 'll thee in Drunken Carols pay And when the beauteous Roses spread Their Ruby lustre round my Head How shall one Dear She and I In Mirth and Gallantry comply Free from care free from strife We 'll daunce the pleasant Maze of Life Another WHilst Roses round our Temples twine The envy of the Rosie Wine In which we cares and business bury Thus we live thus live merry The Beauteous Virgins dance a round At the Harps no less charming sound Their wanton Ivie wands too they As Badges of their Mirth display That twining Plant seems to prove The fittest Emblem of their Love See how each Harmonious Boy Does sometimes Daunce and sometimes Play They Sing and Daunce away their prime And by such Motions measure Time Love himself makes up the Quire Venus does with soft Airs inspire That sprightly God the God of Wine Pours New life through every Vein All 's Mirth even now the â—…rave and Sage Curse the dull awkerdness of Age. This the true life this sure must be Since Life it self's but Harmony VI. The Wound WHen once I did rebellious prove Nor own'd the Sâ—…reingty of Love Love smil'd and strait he took in hand His all commanding Purple Wand Which kindly forc'd me to obey And through strange Paths with Love to stray We pass'd ore sweetest flowrie Plains And through swift Amorous curled Streams Where even senslâ—…sâ—… things I saw Did pay obeysance to Love's Law Kind Reeds did to each other move The Waters self seem'd warm with Love Even Brambles our approach to greet Did in kind rough embraces meet Thus as I pas'd and well did spy How all Things All Things Lov'd but I A pretty spangled glittering Foe Too gay I thought to wound me so A Snake with 's Sting did life betray My Heart had almost fled away But Cupid call'd it back I see All Hearts at his disposal be Who nodding check'd my stubborn pride And thus at length began to chide No matter what those fools sustain Who account Love the greatest pain Which but once tried none e're did wish That so much dreaded pain to miss VII The Dream AS on a Purple Quilt I chofe By Night to take my sweet repose Where dewie Sleep fell on my breast And all my cares lay calm'd in Rest My wanton Fansie sporting lay And call'd my roving Thoughts to play Who in their sport and am'rous flight Made up this Landskip of delight Methoughts but oh 't was but a Dream I wandring spied a spotless train Of beauteous Virgins where each face Provok'd enough to th' amorous chase Strait the coy Phantoms fled away Not would for my kind Courtship stay I follow'd strait but lo hard by A Troop of gallant Youths did ly Who there would fain have rival'd me And forc'd me back with railery Yet this alas but fann'd the fire And added Wings to my desire Methoughts I made the greater hast And seiz'd the amorous Prey at last And then I proffer'd at a Kiss But wak'd in the Interim of bliss Curse on my Eys that open'd day And chas'd those pleasant Forms away My Eyes that now will useless be If I such sights may sleeping see Thus raving I lay down and then I onely wish'd to Dream ag'en VIII The Dove TEll me Lov 's Envoy prithee do Whither dost this Journey go Or whence did'st this sweet voyage take Through perfum'd Air which thy Wings make Which with their wanton fannings spread Such Odours as embalm the Dead Such Odours as I 'de almost Swear Zephyrus Gales not sweeter are When with some Rose he has bin at play And kist its fragant Life away The Dove reply'd what 's this to Thee I carry Anacreon's Embassie Which he with courteous kind intent Has to his Lov'd Bathyllus sent Bathyllus whose fair face does prove The Potent Monarchy of Love T is true I once was Venus slave Nor carry'd ought but what She gave Who for a Love-Toy for a Song Sold me to her Anacreon Whom now I serve you see and bear These his Love Letters through the Air Which soft as mine own Feathers are For which good Office kindly he My hated freedom proffers me But all the freedom which I crave Is that I still may be his Slave For why should I tell me why Range through the Desart of the Sky Or make some Mountains top my Seat To fit and moan for want of meat Or when the year does bounties yield And Fruits enrich each Painted Field Why should I course Berries eat Rough as the Brambles where I sit Where all my Victuals drest must be By Natures homely Cookery When I can here as freely stand And peck out of Anacreons hand Delicious Crumbs such as be The sweet effects of Luxury And gulp such Wine as he himself Drinks when he names Bathyllus health And when I 'me drunk with this I play And dance and revel all the day But when all things do silence keep And the still Night invites to â—…leep I on his Harp reposingly And dream of nought but Harmony This Sir is all this is the brief Account of my Voluptuous life Go with this Narrative content Youv'e made me already impertinent That you your self will say anon â—…'me Dove in all parts but my Tongue IX Cupid in Wax A Friend of mine expos'd to sale A Waxen piece wrought wondrous well The God of Love was form'd in this Soft as he by Nature is Where Art so much of life did give The smiling Image seem'd alive Pleas'd at the sight I ask'd the price Of this well imitated piece My Friend reply'd Sir what you please I 'le thank you too for the release For I 'me no Artist truth to tell But Love at any rate I 'de sell With painted Arrows painted Bow Which make a real dreadful show I dare not longer Cupid trust Brother to insatiable Lust. Nay then by your leave Sir I cry'd If you 'd be of this torment rid Think not to vend the ware but know That you must buy your Chapman too Come hang 't give me a Groat I l'e take The Image home but for Heav'ns sake Prithee Love my breast inspire And kindle vigorous desire Or else in flames far above All the extremities of Love Thy stubborn Form shall soon decay The Waxen God shall melt away And if thou this deniest to me The fire shall thy Sole â—…uine be X. Age. OFt am I by the Woman told Poor Anaâ—…reon thou grow'st old Look how thy Hairs are falling all Poor Anacreon how they fall Whether I grow old or no By th' effects I do not know This I can tell without being told T is time to live if I grow old T is time short pleasures now to take Of little life the best to make And manage wisely the last Stake XI The Swallow FOolish Prater what â—…'st thou So early at my Window do with thy tuneless Serenade
design And be dead drunk before with Wine XXIV In the Praise of Bacchus WHilst Bacchus Temple in my Breast By the Mighty God's possest That God who first from Lightning came Now brisk and active as the same He does with Mirth my Mind inspire And tunes my Heart just to his Choir My chearful Pulse beat more strong My Bloud in Numbers skips along Drunk thus methinks I 'me in a Trance And all my body 's but one Dance Methinks I hear Venus rehearse Some charming Song some dancing Verse That kindly moves methinks I see My trembling Nerv's by Sympathy Which dance afresh by Wine and Love Thus I like a Machin move Now let the Learn'd say what they can Musick is the Soul of Man XXV His Mistresses Picture DRaw some Apelles Draw me here Her who is the onely fair She 's fled but in my breast I find She has left her self behind Thy Colours then make ready all And copie thus the Original First draw her Hair black as the Night In which all Lovers take delight And if the Wax will Odours bear Perfumes that owe more sweets to her Draw her High Forehead let me see Whiter then whitest Ivory Then paint each brown declining Brow That serve so oft for Cupids Bow Who when with killing strives to please Will onely then make use of these â—…ut lest these comely loving pair Of Arches meet into one Fair At a small distance let 'em show They wou'd be one and are scarce two Below these if thou canst display Of her two Eys the double day Where dazling Lightning seems to play Like Lightning they glide through the Skin And wound the Heart that 's lodg'd within But to add all their Graces too Let 'em like Pallas's be Blew Which more than ere her Gorgon slew Let 'em such charming glances dart As Venus when she wounds a Heart This being done her Cheeks next view Where if you 'd imitate the true Steal Blushes from the Rosie Morn Such even such her Cheeks adorn And mingle with the streaming light That paints the Milkie way so white Mean while her cherry Lips don't miss That tempt our tasting in a Kiss Lips that like Suada's still dispence The sweet Conserv's of Eloquence Her Chin and Neck in white array Where all the Graces dance and play And last of all let her be Veil'd in a Dress as gay as she But let that Little part be bare That where all Woman does appear Now the Draught finish'd now I find She 's drawn so lively to my Mind That what she wo'nt leâ—…t my heart break The Picture 's self I think will speak XXVI Bathyllus IF Painter thou true Life can'st draw Now now my fair Bathyllus shew On 's Hair a charming blackness lyes And even thence a light does rise Make wandring little Curls to dance In a well ordered Negligence His High Forehead bright as the Morn Black narrow Eye-brows do adorn Through which as from a Bow that 's bent Shaâ—…p Arrows from his Eyes are sent To my Heart let them a passage bore And make me love him more Make fierce black eyes that Thousands slew Yet make 'em kind and courteous too This Angry part by Mars was sent This Mildness here by Venus lent That down th' Admirer drives And this the Criminal forgives His Cheeks with Youth and Blushes drest By fairest Apples are exprest Let modesty o're all command Else the piece will blush to mend your hand His Red plump Lips and little Mouth Will puzzle and torment us both Pretty Delicious oh they 've outgone All Art and all Description But let sweet smiles around 'em play And there becoming moistures lay To them let Eloquence be joyn d As if for Rhetorick design'd They must at least a Motion make And even Silence seem to speak Like that of the Spheres let it be A sweet but unheard Harmony And in this charming Face let all Be stately and Majestical Ore's slender Ivory Neck I 'll pass And with more joy do downwards hast His Breast is full in every part For it contains Anacreon's Heart Smooth are his hands both long and White Which Kisses must from all invite Here through blew veins pure bloud does glide Here on it of 't the Soul does ride To this fair place orejoy'd it runs Long stays it makes and quick returns His large big Belly all approve T is in Drunk'ness graceful and in Love His Thighs to Marble I 'de compare But that they soft and tender are Loose quivering flesh in Whiteness lies And stiff cold Age with fire supplies Let there be now a thin slight shade Or Anything or Nothing made An inward tickling onely draw And Love 's fiâ—…st pleasant Itchings shew Even now let flowing Nature try To pass the bounds of Chastity But see your Art is too unkind It does not show the Charms behind Charms that seem now lovelier far â—…cause they hidden are On him I will not Feet bestow For lovèrs never look so low I onely this of you shall claim That you 'd the piece Apollo name And if you e're Apollo see Call 't Bathyllus in Effigy For Both are Gods both lov'd by me XXVII The Captive IN Chains of Flowers made The Muses Love did lead Intreating Beauty that she 'de take The Prisoner which she first did make Though Venus su'd for Liberty And wish'd that he might all obey Admire sometimes Deformity For that of Pride had store And Aegypt Monsters did adore Fancy made wrinkled faces fair And Hills and Dales fine Prospects are But though to Love enlargment's brought Dear Captivity he sought All salvage Wildness nobly scorn'd And to Beauty Beauty he return'd XXVIII The Jolly Drunkard STand of my Thirst can never cease I 'll drink it all though Bottomless Heav'n shan't show the Soul nor Hell That me in Madness dares excel Two Graecian Sparks t is true Their ill natur'd Mothers slew Then stark and raving mad did run Because the brave exploit was gone And never could again be done But I that am contented well With harmless drink and Whoring still That ne're an angry Rival kill'd Nor prying Cuckolds bloud e're spill'd I that in Claret do delight And drink such bloud with appetite Beyond an Extasie can fly And stare and rave more decently Let Heav'n then show the Soul or Hell That me in Madness dares excel A Lovely sight it was When Ajax through the Troops did pass Through Hills of Wool fierce Anger shot And in the Sheep his Graecians sought O're Northern Alps he seem'd to fly And through the Snow to cut his way Of heavy senses he complains And throws down th' useless weight of Brains Stout Hercules did mount with pride And in his Rage was Deify'd He strait shook of the fleshly load He first grew mad and then a God See then after this draught of Wine His Star I 'll strait outshine A Nature I will have like his And thus an Apotheosis Here here Perfection is exprest Madness with new madness
of delight No smiling Looks no unusual Grace Disturb'd the Majesty of his face In 's dreadful hand a Spear he bore The rougher Instrument of War And laughing took up Love's light Dart But little thought it caus'd such smart This is said hâ—… a pretâ—…y Toy A Play-thing fit for such a Boy Cupid at length made this reply Sir if you please the lightness try With that he shot the new-made Arrow Which pierc'd him to the Marrow And wounded deep Venus smil'd To see the God of War beguil'd Who vainly pray d hence hence remove The Dart I feel enough of Love No no Love cry'd your pain enjoy You know my Arrow 's but a Toy XLIII Upon Gold A mighty pain to Love it is And 't is a pain that pain to miss But of all pains the greatest pain It is to Love but love in vain Vertue now noâ—… noble Blood Nor Wit by Love is understood Gold alone does Passion move Gold monoplizes Love A Curse on her and on the man Who this Traffick first began A Curse on him who found the Ore A Curse on him who digg'd the store A Curse on him who did resine it A Curse on him who first did coyn it A Curse all Curses else above On him who us'd it first in Love Gold begets in Brethren hate Gold in Families debate Gold does Friendship separate Gold does Civil Wars create These the smallest harms of it Gold alas does Love beget XLIV Pleasant Old Age. I Love the man whom froward Age Can in its Quarrels nere engage Who as merrily to his Evening's come As if Life's short Dayâ—…ere â—…ere but begun I love the Young Gallant who knows What to his early years he owes Who frequents Balls and strives t' outdo What th' height of Naâ—…re prompts him to T is this t is this pleases the man Who has almost ouâ—…v'd his span Who in a Dance is often old And by 's gray Hairs he now grows old He now grows Old but when all 's done His Mind is ever ever Young And what his Body can't do then His youthful thoughts act o're ag'en XLV The Drunkard's delight GIve me Homer's tuneful Lyre Let its sound my breast inspire With no troublesome delight Of the Trojans well sung Fight I et it play no Conquests here But it s own Conquests or'e the Ear. This I 'll strike on this I 'll play And in soft Musick spend the day Bring the Cups where we receive What Laws the awful mark does give I 'll fill 'em fair I 'll drink 'em all Till I grow mad and Whymsical Till Nothing 's sober in me found But I stagg'ring dance around My Joyful Harp in Complaisance With trembling Strings shall sing and dance Then some new Rant I 'll sing and cry Defiance to Sobriety XLVI The Effects of Wine THe Youth who nobly stands his ground Who never baulks A Brimmer round Who in Dancing does delight Is Bacchus only Favourite Patron of each brave design Who giv's us Philtres in our Wine Who makes us loue in spight of Fate And doubly burn with Wine and that Wine that to the Grape Tree ows Its Purple Streams with which it flows Wine that keeps its Patients free From each daring Maladie Wine is our Doctor all the year We no assaults of Sicknessâ—…ear â—…ear But wisely rave with decent rage Free from the Disease of Age Free from Diseases of the Mind Till another year grows kind And brings again our health new Wine XLVII Advice to a Painter PRiâ—…hee Painter do but hear How my Lyre courts thine Ear How it does all it Charms employ And ravishes with speaking Joy Let the Bacchae their Pipes blow Which to hoarse Air their Musick owe. Sweeter Accents far rebound From the Harps smooth tongue'd sound Therefore add to my delight And draw some pleasant curious sight Ore some Countrey ore some Isle I et simpring Colours cast a smile Let thy Pencil now outdo What Peace in all its charms can shew And if the Wax be'nt too unkind But proves propâ—…ious to my mind Let some Love-Intreagues appear And be the onely Varnish here XLVIII Venus Engrav'd on a Dish SEe by some hand Industrious grown By some ventrous Art is shown In a Dish the Ocean Whose Margin counterfeits a Shore The well-wrought Sea seems to roar So much the Waters seem to flow You 'd think the Metal running too Amidst these Waves I Venus spy Some Artist's Fancy mounted high Stole the Idea from the Sky From whence he drew her Limbs so bright Clad but in thin wrought Rays of Light She with unwieldy joy does pleasâ—… In her killing Nakedness Nor do the happier Waves conceal But what 't were impious to reveal And but with prudent Secresie Prevent th' Adul'try of the Eye See how she treads the marbl'd way And darts around a glorious day Like Nymphs that o're the Ocean play And when she wantons in the Seas And rows ore Chrystal Palaces The smitten Waves rowl along Happy 's the Foremost in the throng With eager joy meaning no harm They allmost crowd into a Storm And about her Rosie Wast Their curl'd embraces cast Whilst she her various Colours strows And Paints the Path where e're she rows Such colonrs white-fac'd Lillies spread Mixt with the Carnation's red Such Venus is all-ore But see How the bended Dolphins play How they dance along the Tide On whom the little Cupids ride And in their dimpl'd looks express Their mutual Happiness The little Fishes with quick glance Show their guilt Coats they skip and dance Thus they speak joy for want of tongue Nature in vain has made 'em dumb Venus smiles too and does appear So Nat'ral as if born ev'n here XLIX The Grapes TO us the Vine its store does give And we with eagerness receive Young Men and Maids together come And bring the weighty Treasures home Whole Vineyards in one Vessel lay And true Wine from th' Trees is born away But if we owe a Birth to Art And Midwife force must Act a part A Secresy the deed requires And every Virgin strait retires For Men alone the Grapes do tread And Wine 's by skilful Drunkards made To Song and Dance the God does yield And all things are with Bacchus fill'd With sparkling fires crown'd he stands And all our Eyes commands On his Streams like a Sea-God lyes That from the Deep did lately rise Old men as they walk along Do tast and see and strait grow young Their Crutches gone they dance and play Whilst Age and gray Hairs drop away The Younger men look Red With thoughts of Wine and Love which feed Upon each other and do thrive With long Enjoyments kept alive Under a Myrtle shade Or'ecome by sleep a Nymph is lay'd That nere a proffer'd bliss declin'd In Dream still thoughts to thoughts were kind Thus all Women will but few Dare act awake what then they 'd do For now of fierce disdain The affronted Youth does long complain Is every Minute kill'd Sees more than all because conceal'd And strongest struglings seem to yield But since all Courtship was in vain He strove by Storm the Fort to gain He plunder'd ravisht and lead on His force and man'd the Garrison He thanked the Grapes that courage sent That made him bold and impudent L. The Rose NAked the Spring would seem and bear If Roses did not dress the year The Rose that to the Gods presents It self sweeter then Frankincense The Joy of man who gently lay'd Upon a Rosie Bed That and the Graces round him move And deck and bless his hours of Love The Rose where none designs amiss If he does that or Venus kiss This Plant the Poets strive to praise And would for this exchange their Bays Through Files of Pikes and Bryars we Push on our hands most willingly But the Rose when gather'd wounds does heal And we then onely Roses feel Insipid is our Mirth and flat If these our Wits do'nt animate At Bacchus feasts for dead though lain With these refresh'd we drink again All things are in perfection great If they the Rose but imitate The winged Morning climbs the Sky And her Rosie-Fingers does display Bright onely by a Simile Each Nymph a strict Beholder seeks Proud of this Colour in her Cheeks Loves Rosie-Goddess heâ—…e does sit More Lovely by that Epithet In short a Med'cine t is For all Iâ—…ls and Sicknesses He that its vertues understands will beggar all Physitians Nay in the Grave 't will lay Aâ—…d keep hungry Time away Perfume the Carkass and preserve Whilst almost Death and Worms do starve When Venus first from the Sea's Womb In Beauty cloath'd did come And watry Mountains stop'd to see The naked newborn Prodigy When armed Pallas from the head Of teeming Jove was lead Then sprang the Rose 't was then Our Goddess first did reign Strange and wonderful her birth Amaz'd her Mother Earth Of this the Gods did first debâ—…te And in Heaven a Council sate All did Nectar on a Bramble drop And soon the Rose leapt up It first on Bacchus smil'd then strait Did it self to Bacchus dedicate LI. Grown Young WHen some brisk and airy Scene Does my Opticks entertain With frisking Lads who their lives sooth And nobly spend th' â—…state of Youth The Wantons Pimps for fond delight Provoke my feeble sight My sight which by some magick Art Scatters Youth thro' ev'ry part My crippâ—…'d feet in steps advance And wonder why they dance And whilst they in these sports engage Forget the clumsiness of Age. Now thâ—…n Cybelle round my head Garlands of new-blown Roses spread In this Princely posture strait Let some Boy on me wait Let him to favour my design Push it on with lively Wine Then let him stand amaz'd to see How I young and active be How Jollily my Life does pass How I 'me disposed to take a Glass Dispos'd to break a youthful Jest Dispos'd to frolick with the best LII The Mark. NOthing undistinguish'd lies Or cheats the sight in false disguise A Mark is stamp'd on all that we May in each a Difâ—…rence see Thâ—…wandring Horse does keep A Superscription on the Hip The Pâ—…thian by his Turbant's known A Lover by his Heart is shown Nor does the hidden Mark raise doubt But oft in blushes Sallies out And oft the Flame that brands his Breast Is by his Tell-tale Looks exprest FINIS * Platâ—… Lib. 3. de Rep. Page 400. * Aristot. de Arâ—… po cap. 22.
even my own work and account it my happier Rival nor could I propose to my self any other means of satisfaction then by wishing they would by a kind Metonymie accept the Author for his Book S. B. The Life of ANACREON ANACREON was a Poet famous for Lyriques amongst the Graecians and according to Strabo an Inhabitant of the City Teios whence he took the denomination of Teâ—…us and whence we read in Ovid Teia Muâ—… about whose Parents the Antiquarians are of different Opinions and seem dubious on whom to confer that Honour Some would have his Father to be Scythinus others Eumelus others say his name was Parthemus or Aristocritus I shall not therefore endeavour to reconcile these differences but were I to guess at his Genealogy byass'd by the delicious Wantonness of his Stile I should be apt to conjecture that Bacchus had sometime stoln the Marriage-Sweets of Venus and palliated his crime with this off-spring His life was a continued Scene of Delight and his Body seemed instead of a Soul to be informed with nothing but Love He was much enslaved with the Masculin Love of a Beautiful Boy named Bathyllus as we may easily apprehend by his often mentioning of him throughout his whole Book as also by that of Horace Non aliter Samio dicunt arsisse Bathyllo Anacreonta Teium Nor was he less enamoured with the powerful charms of his Mistress Eurypile for whose affection he determined his Genious so to Love-Verses that Cicero says of him His Poetry is all ore a treatise of Amours Which I am apt to imagine a mistake knowing that Bacchus equally shares in it and he never separated those two chief Ingredients of an Epicurean's happiness Women and Wine To the Latter of these he seemed to owe all his Enthusiasm all the youthful vigour of his Old Age he was so actuated so enlivened with this as if when his own Spirits decayed Those of Wine became vital He was much addicted to the vice of Drinking whence he was reproachfully entituled by some 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and the Athenians as Pansanias relates in his description of Greece erected his Statue in a Drunken posture There goes a very pleasant Story of him that once having took a Cup too much of the Creature he came staggering homewards through the Market place and â—…eeling against a Nurse with a Child in her Arms named Cleobulus he had almost beat her down nor did he câ—…ave her pardon for this Offence but injured her as much afterwards wich a scornful hectoring reply upon which the Nurse begged that the Justice of Heaven would take it into consideration and prayed that he might be hereafter with all the Tyranny of afâ—…ectionate Passion as much endeared to the Child â—…s now he abhorred it Now after Cleobulus was past his Infancy he â—…ecame so strangely beautiful that Nature seemâ—…d extravagant in bestowing all her charms upon â—…ne face and the Gods being mindful of the â—…urse's request inflicted upon Anacreon the sweetâ—…evenge â—…evenge of Love as appears in some of his maiâ—…ed pieces where he draws up this Petition to â—…he God of Love Tu propitius â—…neras exaudi preces Fave Cleobulo suscipe amorem meum But Athenaeus is of Opinion that this Poet was not so much given to debauchery and seems â—…o clear him from the crime of Drunkenness when he says 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Lib. 10. Deiâ—… Fol. 429. that he onely played the Counterfeit as much in composing his drunken Songs as I have in translating them As for the other part of his Verses those Lâ—…es of Love and bâ—…s for delight they seem by a kind of Sympathy to be coâ—…le to his Life and maintain an equal Correspondence with Mitth and Pleasure so that by the lusciousness of his Stile and neatness of Wit he got himself no small repute amongst the Ancients some of which dignified him with the title of the delicious Anacrean the Honey-Poet And Plato though a very nice Philosopher who allows of no pleasure but that in the Abstract who terms the gross enjoyment of the sensual Appetite a Brute delight â—…nd accounts that refined bliss the Marriage of Souls a property onely entailed on Rationalls yet he was so overswayed with the Poetical Philtres of of Anacreon as to sign his approbation of a more substantial delight in gratifying the Senses and abandon that aerie notion of pleasure as a shadow of Solid joy a mere creature of â—…ancy when he calls this Author the wise Anacreon Whose Moralls tell us he was a great Abetter of Epicurism he placed his Summum Bonum in the gross embraces of delight and all his Actions tended to that as to their Centre he pronounced to his Mind the Poets Requiem Aetate fruere Enjoy thy Life and if any hour slipped away without Mirth he accounted it mispent and himself guilty of the crime of Idleness he abandoned all gravity and Wisdom as bold Incroachers upon the liberties of Pleasure Business was a mere stranger to his mind nor did ever the turbulent thoughts of that discompose the calmness of his Breast Nay what most of all commands our Admiration is that when he was under the severe Discipline of Age when nothing is becoming but to be Morose and commence a Dissenter in Jollity to see how Love overpower'd all these Tyrants and a Smile could pry out some kind cranies to peep through his wrinkled looks how he could be capable at this Winter of his Life to be inflamed with Love As if Nature had priviledg'd in him a familiar Society a friendly Neighbourhood betwixt two Contraries Heat and Cold. I am apt methinks now to credit the theft of Prometheus or subscribe to the tenet os Heraclitus Physicus that his Soul owed its being to fire when I see it so often flash out in wanton sparks of Love and betray the flame within when he writes with all the heat of Passion But t is said besides these Love-Songs he composed several Elegies and Iambicks and several other Pieces of Poetry which the World hath not been so happy to retain The time he lived in is ambiguons Eusebius records it in the LXI Olympiad Suidas in the LXII and makes him Cotemporary with Polycrates a Tyrant at Samos His Verse so mollified the harsh temper of that Prince and as it were civilized his brutal Disposition that he became no small favourite of his But others are of Opinion that he flourished under the Reign of Cyrus and Cambyses and that not being able to suffer the Tyranny of the Persians he betook himself to Abdera a City in Thrace whose sometime inhabiting there might attone for the Epidemical Disease of that people Dullness here he long time enjoyed the sweets of a quiet Life attended with content and mirth the gay retinue of a Poet and in the LXXXVth year of his Age died being choaked with a Grape-stone upon whose death we have this Elegy out of Caelius ATte Sancte Senex aâ—…us sub Tartara misit
Cygneae clausit qui tibi vocit iter Vos Hederae tumulum tumulum vos cingite Lauri Hoc Rosa perpetuo uernet odora loâ—…o At vitis procul hinc procul hinc odiosa face ssat Quae dirae causam protulit una necis Creditur ipse minus vitem nunc Bacchus amare In vatem tantum quae fuit ausa nefas English't thus HAil Bard triumphant whose melodious breath A Grape-stone stopp'd the Thunder-bolt of death Let Ivie now thy envied Tomb surround And let it be with thy own Laurels crown'd Let grateful Roses od'rous offerings bring And here enjoy an everlasting Spring But hence far hence be plac'd the treach'rous Vine That made immortal Thee to death reâ—…gn Bacchus self hates it now 't is thought and grieves T' has kill'd a Poet in whose Verse it lives ANACREON Translated out of the Original Greek I. Love I 'll sing of Heroes sing of Kings In mighty Numbers mighty things Begin my Muse but lo the strings To my great Song rebellious prove The Strings will sound of nought but Love I broke them all and put on new 'T is this or nothing sure will do These sure said I will me obey These sure Heroick Notes will play Strait I began with with thundering Jove And all the immortal Powers but Love Love smil'd and from my enfeebled Lyre Came gentle Airs such as inspire Melting Love soft deâ—…re Farewell then Heroes farewell Kings And mighty Numbers mighty Things Love tunes my Heart just to my Strings II. Beauty LIberal Nature did dispense To all things Arms for their defence And some she Arms with sinewy force And some with swiftness in the course Some with hard Hoofs or forked Claws And some with Horns or tusked Jaws And some with Scales and some with Wings And some with Teeth and some with Stings Wisdom to Man she did afford Wisdom for Shield and Wit for Sword What to Beauteous Woman-kind What Arms what Armour has she assign'd Beauty is both for with the Fair What Arms what Armour can compare What Steel what Gold or Diamond More Impassible is found And what Flame what Lightning e're So great and active force did bear They are all Weapon and they darâ—… Like Porcupines from every part Who can alas their strength express Arm'd when they themselves undress Cap-a-pe with Nakedness III. Cupid or the Cunning Beggar ORe all when Night had silence spread Chain'd down by sleep and all lay dead When Moon and Stars below did rest With former watchings much opprest When even Thought in peace was lain And the Old Nothing seem'd to reign A pretty Boy at door did wait And me for Lodging much intreat Complaining long of cold and wet I am says he a fatherless And hungry Child in much distress My Mother to some neighb'ring Town To beg relief for us is gone Left me and Innocence alone Good Sir if the kind Gods you love Let me poor me your pitty move T was here he stopt and down his Face Methought the Tears did flow apace His formal Cant I soon believ'd And thought that I his Tears perceiv'd Compassion came from every part And pleaded strongly in my Heart My Heart which its own ills desir'd And even I my self conspir'd I rose and strook a Light then strait With Pious hast unlock'd the Gate So headlong to our Fate we fly So fond are we of Misery I saw the Youth 't was wondrous fair His Eyes did like two Stars appear His Limbs upon each other shone And made a Constellation But heats as yet I must not feel With Wings he did himself conceal For know with Pomp and Leisure he Prepar'd at length to Murder me His Darts and Bow did seem around To hang as Play-things newly found Destruction then with kind intent I modishly did Complement I warm'd his hands with mine but see Two fires did back upon me â—…lie For though more cold then Flint he came He had like that a secret flame His Hair was wet but even then Some glimmering beauties did remain At length the Curls in order lay 'Ore which that led my Soul away Millions of little Loves did play I call'd him Ganymede I 'de swear That Cupid was not half so fair Nay that I might my kindness shew I think I hugg'd and kist him too Cheer'd thus warm Life came up again And all in every part did reign All discontent and cares did cease His Bow-strings th' onely thing amiss So prettily he strait forgot Each grave and unbecomming thought Le ts try says affecting strait A meekly look the greatest cheat Le ts try if'gainst my Bow th' unkind Heav'ns rage and malice have design'd â—…re to the head the Dart was drawn And here the mighty God was shewn For Oh in my unwary Breast Death and the Fatal Steel did rest Impatient Sense and Nature dies And Love alone a Life supplies The grinning Boy augments my pain With Drolls and Scâ—…ffs he wounds again Landlord he cries my Bow you see Is much above an Injury All ills against your Heart were meant Kind ills which Heavn and Cupid sent And you to me that warmth did give A double gift do back receive I grant my gratitude to prove That thou shall scorch and burn with Love IV. The Epicure UNderneath this Myrtle shade On Flowrie beds supinely laid With od'rous oyls my head o'reflowing And around it Roses growing What should I do but drink away The heat and troubles of the Day In this more then Kingly state Love himself shall on me wait Fill to me Love nay fill it up And mingled cast into the Cup Wit and Mirth and noble Fires Vigorous Health and gay Desires The Wheel of Life no less will stay In a smooth than rugged way Since it equally doth flee Let the Motion pleasâ—…nt be Why do we precious Oyntments shower Nobler Wines why do we pour Beauteous Flowers why do we spread Upon the Monuments of the Dead Nothing they but Dust can show Or Bones that hasâ—…en to be so Crown me with Roses whilest I live Now your Wines and Oyntment give After death I nothing crave Let me Alive my pleasures have All are Stoicks in the Grave V. The Rose PRetty Rose Thou gawdy Flower Sacred to Love's mighty power Whence there 's no Lover ever seeks But finds Thee in his Mistres Cheeks Thee thy Red Jolly looks design The fit Companion of Wine Crown'd thus we 'll drink and merry be Till we look gay and Red like Thee Queen of all the Flowers that wear The Liv'rie of the painted year Thou Lovely Darling of the Spring How doest thou short-lived glories bring How doest thou vex us but in this That thy Life no longer is Thee the Gods love hence they design To draw thee fresh with Paint divine And in thy Reds strive to display The blushing Infancy of Day The God of Love more lovely now Adorns with thee his comely brow When with the Graces dauncing he Sees nothing there so fair as thee
Well't had been had Tereus made Thee as Dumb as Philomel There his Knife had done but well In thy undiscovered Nest Thou dost all the Winter rest And dreamest o're thy Summer joys Free from the stormy seasons noise Free from thâ—… thou 'st done to me Who disturbs or seeks out Thee Had'st thou all the charming notes Of the VVoods Poetick Throats All thy Art could never pay What thou 'st hast ta'ne from me away Cruel Bird thou 'st ta'ne away A Dream out of my arms to day A Dream that ne're must equall'd be â—…y all that waking Eyes may see Thou this damage to repair Nothing half so sweet or fair Nothing half so good can'st bring Though men say Thou bring'st the Spring XII A Rant THat Noble Soul the Phrygian Boy Damn'd all Sense a useless Toy When with the Goddess big he reel'd And bravely roar'd it in the Field Where Mountains listned to his voice And Eccho'd back the Drunken noise Thus Thus of old th' inspir'd Men Drank Bumpers up of Hypocrene Till Frensie-strook they did begin To fancy some mad God within They soar'd above all common Sense Wing'd with a Drunken Excellence And all their ventrous rage let fly In Dithyrambick Poetry Whilst these these my Examples be I 'll curse all dull Sobriety Fill'd with Wine 's delicious charms Fill'd with a Mistress in my Arms My Passion uncontroul'd shall rove Doubly debauch'd with Wine and Love XIII The Duel YEs I will Love then I will Love I will not now Loves Rebel prove Though I was once his Enemy Thoug ill-advis'd and stubborn I Did to the Combate him defie An Helmet Spear and mighty Shield Like some New Ajax I did wield Love in one hand his Bow did take In th' other hand a Dart did shake But yet in vain the Dart did throw In vain he often drew the Bow So well my Armour did refist So oft by slight the Blow I mist. But when I thought all danger past His Quiver empty'd quite at lasâ—… Instead of Arrow or of Dart He shot Himself into my heart The living and the killing Arrow Ran through the Skin the Flesh the Blood And broke the Bones and scorcht the Marrow No Trench or Work of Life withstood In vain I now the Walls maintain I set out Guards and Scouts in vain Since th' Enemy does within remain In vain a Breast plate now I wear Since in my Breast the Foe I bear In vain my Feet their swiftness try For from the Body can they fly XIV The Drunkard FIll the Bowl with rosie Wine Around our Temples Roses twine And let us chearfully a while Like the Wine and Roâ—…es smile Crown'd with Roses we contemn Gyges wealthy Diadem To day is ours what do we fear To day is Ours we have it here Let 's treat it kindly that it may Wish at least with us to stay Le ts banish Business banish Sorrow To the Gods belongs To Morrow XV. My Fate LEt other Poets build their glory On the ruin'd Trojans Story Ill neither Sing of this or that Or the mighty Thebans fate Though I was sure to Sing withall In such sweet Numbers as might call The stones again into a Wall Nobler Themes My Breast inspire Nobler Songs provoke my Lyre Nobler Wars such as be Wag'd by a disdainful she Though I should stand where Canons roar 'T is She alone can wound me more I have try'd by Land and Sea enough I am all Weapons but loves proof Love who in Ambuscado lies All armed in my Mistress eyes Each glance of her shoots forth a Dart And every look commands a heart XVI The Cup. MAke me a Bowl a mighty Bowl Large as my capacious Soul Vast as my thirst is let it have Depth enough to be my Grave I mean the Grave of all my care For I intend to bury't there Let it of Silver sashion'd be Worthy of Wine Worthy of me Worthy to adorn the Spheres As that bright Cup amongst the Stars That Cup which Heav'n deign'd a place Next the Sun its greatest grace Kind Cup that to the Stars did go To light poor Drunkards here below Let mine be so and give me light That I may drink and revel by 't Yetdraw no shapes of Armour there No Cask nor Shield nor Sword nor Spear Nor Wars of Thebes nor Wars of Troy Nor any other Martial Toy For what do I vain Armour prize Who mind not such rough exercise But gentler Sieges softer Wars Fights that cause no Wounds nor Scars I 'll have no Battles on my Plate Lest sight of them should brawls create Lest that provoke to Quarrels too Which Wine it self enough can do Draw me no Constellationâ—… there No Ram nor Bull nor Dog nor Bear Nor any of that monstrous Fry Of Animals which stock the Sky For what are Stars to my design Stars which I when Drunk out shine Outshone by every drop of Wine I lack no Pole star on the Brink To guide in the wide Sea of Drink But would for ever there be tost Wish no Haven seek no Coast. Yet gentle Artist if thou 'lt try Thy Skil then draw me let me see Draw me first a spreading Vine Make it's Arms the Bowl entwine With kind Embraces such as I Twist about my loving She. Let its Bows o're-spread above Scenes of Drinking Scenes of Love Draw next the Patron of the Tree Draw Bacchus and soft Cupid by Draw them both in Toping shapes Their Temples crown'd with cluster'd Grapes Make them lean against the Cup As t were to keep their Figures up And when their reeling Forms I view I 'll think them Drunk and be so too The Gods shall my Examples be The Gods thus Drunk in Effigy Another HEre Artist all thy Skill impart With Richest Metal Richer Art Make me a Bowl brighter far Then Heav'ns Cup gilt with many a Star That Cup to which we 'll nothing owe T is This shall influence us below In various Colours various dress Here thy rich Workmanship express First let the flowrie Spring appear The Drinking Season of the year When every verdant Rose Tree still Of dewie-Nectar drinks it's fill And when 't has long carousing stood Breaks out into many a Bud. Buds which once op'd will blush to be The Effects of Insobriety Then let these Infant Roses shine As if they borrow'd from the Wine A Drunken redness thus to be The Emblems of good Company And to make up the tempting show Let Wine in Streams seem to flow And in feign'd Riv'lets rowl along Enough to Fuddle Lookers on But prithee Artist above all Draw no Aegyptian Festival Make no Deaths-heads the Living fright Or check their Mirth curb their delight But rather let young Bacchus here In all his stagg'ring shapes appear Draw Venus with hands lifted up As 't were to Minister the Cup. With all her She adorers too Where each shall Hebe's office do Then draw the lovely amorous Boy But make him lay his Arrows by He 'll here no Bow no
Arrows want Whilst Wine it self's Praedominant Next spread around the Mantling Vine And let it the rich Bowl entwine With cluster'd Grapes such as may Call the Birds once more away Flattring 'em with a painted Prey And underneath the pleasant shade If any by this Tree is made Make all the smiling Graces play Melting their softer hours away Let 'em inspir'd nimbly move Some with Wine some with Love Draw last of all good Company Such as may Phaebus place supply Phaebus who though he above shines bright Seemingly drunk with reeling light Should he but our Revels know Would rather choose his Heav'n below Would rather chuse to light us here And make the circling Bowl his Sphere Would rather have when day is done Our Wine his Western Ocean XVII Drinking THe thirsty Earth soaks up the Rain And drinks and gapes for Drink again The Plants suck in the Earth and are With constant drinking fresh and fair The Sea it self which one would think Should have but little need of Drink Drinks ten thousand Rivers up So fill'd that they o'reflow the Cup. The busie Sun and one should guess By 's drunken fiery face no less Drinks up the Sea and when h 'as done The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun They drink and dance by their own light They drink and revel all the night Nothing in Natures's sober found But an Eternal Health goes round Fill up the Bowl then fill it high Fill all the Glasses there for why Should every Creature drink but I Why Men of Morals tell me why XVIII Theâ—…ish â—…ish to his Mistress I 'Me told how Bodies change their State By the shuffling hand of Fate Which when once dispos'd to play Does some strangely convey And steal 'em from Themselves away Here it leaves one when life is gone In wondring postures made a Stone Another there stands doubting yet Whether to trust her Wings or Feet Amidst these Scenes of Changes now Should the Gods my wish allow Thy happy Looking-glass I 'de be That thou might'st always gaze on me Where thou might'st spy was my Breast clear Thy self thy very self is there I 'de wish my Thread of Life were spun Into tâ—…y rich and precious Gown That I might to Embraces hast And clasp my Love about the wast Or let me in pure Riv'lets flow Which when thou bath'st will brighter show Or let me in sweet Essence dy And here exhale my O'drous breath Whilst I thy limbs perfuming lye Who could wish a sweeter death Or let the Heav'ns to exceed my wish And urge it on to greater bliss Make me your Necklacé Shape or Shoe Nay any thing that belongs to you XIX Heat FIll kind Misses fill the Bowl And let the Wine refresh my Soul For now the thirsty heat of day Has almost drunk my Life away VVhole flouds of sweat will scarce fuffice It drinks and still new flouds arise It drinks till I my self grow dry And can no longer flouds suppâ—…y Now then my Heat releive And now your Cooling Garlands weave Cooling Garlands such as may Invite refreshing VVinds to play And chase the Tyrant Heat away But this I doe perhaps you le guess Because I mean to Love you less Or do 't because I 'de hence remove All the flames and heat of Love Foolish Girls perhaps you know This to the Body good may doe But Love can no abatement find Love 's the High-Feaver of the Mind XX. Solitude GRant me ye Gods the Life I love And lend to me a shady Grove There let the Trees Verdant Hair Sport with each kind blast of air Let Birds the Choristers of the wood Sing all that 's pleasant all that 's good Make some liquid silver stream In soft whisperings court the Plain And let me here Flowers behold Fringing its banks with native Gold Then tell ye Gods tell if ye can VVhat Prince what great unhappy man VVould not thus a Cell prefer And chuse to live an Hermit here XXI Gold IF all the sorcerie of Gold That which can all things elsâ—… wiâ—…hold Could but prorogue the fatal day Or couâ—…t one fleeting minutes stay No doubt I should a Miser be And hugg the Ore as much as he Nor should I count it then amiss That this his Life this his all is But since there 's nought early or late Can bribâ—… inexorable Fate Since all must go one common way The riâ—…hest and the poorest Clay Why does the Miâ—…d up store Why does he drudg for useless Ore T is all at best a gilt deceit All but a pleasant life's worst cheat Then since t is so I 'll pleasures take And of my time the best I 'll make Smiling Mirth gay Jollitry Shall treat each hour that passes by Nay I will Love and then each day Even Time it self will wish to stay Thus my short life shall pleasant be Thus I shall longer live then he XXII Life NAture sent us all abroad Directing us a narrow Road The slippry Road of Life which men Once pass and nere begin ag'en O re Hedge and Ditch Hope leads e'm on And talks of pleasant Fields to come But see th' inchanted grounds are gone How many years I 've passed ore T is known but what remaineth more Or when Death takes the Trav'lers in T is hidden sacred and uâ—…een Well then since all things doubtful are And there are Gods we know not where Fill up the Bowl we 'll dance and sing Till Nature does true knowledg bring And thus my Friends we'll joys receive And thus we 'll â—…nd the way to live XXIII The careless Companion WHilst the Cup walks nimbly round All my Cares in that lye drown'd I banish Business to the great Business the great man's Favourite Business shall now no more molest The even temper of my Breast For since my Age does downwards bend Why should I hasten to my end Why should I thinking on my Fate Thus my Sorrows Antedate Fill then my Boy come fill it up I 'll bury all cares in this Cup. For whilst the Cup walks nimbly round All my Cares in that lye drown'd Another WHilst I carouse all my cares sink Into the vast Sea of Drink Methinks I Craesus then despise With all his useless Treasuries Richer far in that bright Coin That sparkles in each Glass of Wine And what I like better still All that Gold is potable T is that has rais'd a precious thought And me to fansied Riches brought To me thus rich all things below Do but meer empty Trifles show With Garlands deck'd I roar and sing Greater than the greatest King Methinks I laugh at Honour s cheat That so imposes on the Great I laugh at all the small renown That dimly glimmers on a Crown Let others now to Wars repair And seek for flutt'ring Honour there Charge me a Cup Boy prime it well T is this shall all my Foes repell Charge all the Goblets there for whâ—… Death stealing on methinks I spy But I 'll forestall his great
desire Present again and still give fire Thus Sack my Boy will on us wait And thus its Souldiers animate I 'me Old t is true but see How Active age can be Silenus is a Drone to me XXXVI The Enjoyment WHen the Vines pleasant Juice Into my Mind does Mirth infuse With a rage far beyond all That ere was term'd Poetical My new-rais'd Genius soars up high And vents it self in Poetry When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my Mind does Mirth Infuse Wisdom that grave Impertinence And all the busie thoughts of Sense All the Distractions of Wit I to the rough Winds commit Winds that to Sea my troubles bear And leave 'em to raise Tempests there When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my Mind does Mirth infuse Rapt in a Drunken Extasie Through perfum'd Air I seem to fly And by the Journeying of Thought Am to a strange pleasant Somewhere brought When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my Mind does mirth infuse And when rich Garlands Crown my Hair Gemm'd with Flowers here and there I lavishly begin to praise A Quiet Life's Golden days When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my Mind does mirth infuse When Essence round my head does flow And I hugg a Mistress too Venus alone my Lyre does move My Song is all employ'd on Love When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my mind does mirth infuse And I drink a chearful Cup Which Summons all my Spirits up How do the Jocund Girls enhance My joys in a continued Dance When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my mind does mirth infuse To Day is mine I 'll live to day T is what the Gods can't take away To Day shan't pass away by stealth To Day is all my ready wealth For the Remainds of Lifes short date Are all but in the gift of Fate XXXVII Cupid wounded AS Cupid once with wanton play Amidst the Rose-trees sporting lay Nor did the Chymist Bee behold Extracting there his liquid Gold The busie Animal by chance Stung him with his little Lance. Wounded thus th' impatient Child Orecome by Passion strait grew wild He sighing strait fled through the Air And scatter'd some vain murmers there And when he came to the Paphian Court Where 's Mother Venus did resort I 'me kill'd I 'me kill'd faintly he cry'd And strait his Tears flow'd in a Tide Mother he cry'd I 'me now undone See see my life is almost gone A small wing'd Serpent with his Dart Hath stung me to the very heart I know not well its name let 's see I think the Plowmen call 't a Bee The Queen of Love reply'd my Boy If such a Sting can Life destroy Think but what pain thy Arrows cause And how thou doubly kill'st with those XXXVIII An Hymn to the God of Wine LEt 's drink let 's sing but with design In Hymns to praise the God of Wine The God that seated in the head First in Numbers taught us how to tread That makes the unskilful sing and be A Wit and of 't good Company The God that always was design'd To be to Venus joyn'd That heats us in our amorous fights And whets our whoring appetites Who swearing first did institute And Drunkenness as his Attribute The God that friends creates And drowns all strife and fierce debates Here Sorrow knows not how to weep And watchful Grief is rock't asleep Wine like a Sea within him spreads And like an Island stands his heart Care the depth and danger dreads And wisely backward does depart Purge Sorrows then away you see You see the Sov'reign remedy Le ts laugh to day for Life is blind And to Morrow may not find Time's more unconstant then the Wind. Lead up a dance and when you make A Step then then a brimmer take That pretty Toy a Girl seek out With her frisk and sport about Sigh smile kiss hug then shew What well digested Wine can do To those our cares we will dispense Whom affliction teaches Sense We more cheaply know Drink and sing and reel abroad For what else should we do But praise the best the greatest God XXXIX Of Himself ORecharg'd with Wine a Dance I love And that all things may move In different Figures as of â—…ld The first confused Atoms rowl'd The Harp with Wine all over wet Its Hearers must intoxicate But still the Ladies I would please With Riddles and Cross purposes My Heart fierce Anger never tore Kind Love had seiz'd it all before Scolding and Noise I always fly Chief Enemies to good company I hate all intestine Jarrs All fierce unnatural Wars Which rudely Pots and Flagons raise And onely in confusion cease Of Heav'n a Handsome Girl I crave Good Wine and Musick then Life gone into her Lap my Grave I 'll fall the best of men And there in peaceful softness lye Melted with Love and Harmony XL. The Grasshopper HAppy Insect what can be In happiness compar'd to Thee Fed with nourishment divine The dewy Morning's gentle Wine Nature waits upon thee still And thy verdant Cup does fill T is fill'd wherever thou doest tread Nature self 's thy Ganymede Thou dost drink and dance and fing Happier then the happiest King All the Fields which thou dost see All the Plants belong to Thee All that Summer Hours produce Fertile made with early Juice Man for Thee does Sow and Plow Farmer He and Landlord Thou Thou dost innocently joy Nor does thy Luxury destroy The Shepherd gladly heareth thee More Harmonious than He. Thee Countrey Hinds with gladness hear Prophet of the ripened year Thee Phaebus loves and does inspire Phaebus is himself thy Sire To thee of all thing upon Earth Life is no longer then thy Mirth Happy Insect happy Thou Dost nether Age nor Winter know But when thou 'st drunk and danc'd and sung Thy fill the flowry Leaves among Voluptuous and wise withal Epicurean Animal Satiated with thy Summer feast Thou retir'est to endless Rest XLI The Dream expounded ONce in my Dream I seem'd to fly From I know not what I know not why Nor did the Heaviness of Sleep Constrain my fleeting Thoughts or keep My Fancy back but through the Air I seem'd to post with full career The amorous Boy pursu'd me strait Though hinder'd by unusual weight He did his flight so contrive He soon oretook the Fugitive Now what I may deduce from hence What Mystical what hidden Sense Is couch'd in this I know not well Yet this my Fancy seems to tell That I who admir'd every Face Was taken with each little Grace With one because Slender and Pretty Another Fair another Witty From all these potent Tyrants free Must but by one now conquer'd be Nor is it strange She 's All to me XLII Upon Cupid's Darts AS Vulcan at his Anvile stood Forging Love's Darts gentle and good Of red-hot Steel which did retain Some Sparks that use to burn again Venus in Hony dip't 'em all And Love allay'd the Sweets with Gall. When furious Mars return'd from fight Without the least glimm'ring