man may See his God and live Here 's extasie of joy enough that when Our sins conspired with ungodly men To crucifie the Lord of life and kill His innocency by our doing ill He yet survives the gall of bitterness Nor was his soul forsaken in distress But having led Captivitie in chains He burst the bonds of death and lives and reigns And this revives our souls there 's yet agen A Monarchy beyond the reach of men Holy Thursday AS when the glorious Sun veil'd and disguis'd As by the shaddowes of the night surpris'd Disrobes his sable dress and reasumes The beauty of its splendor from the Tombes And vaults of darkness mounts the dapled skyes And guilds the heavenly wardrop as he flyes So here the Majesty of God conceal'd Under a mortal mantle unreveal'd Till the predestin'd day of its disclose Sublim'd its earth and in full lustre rose Joy'd with the shouts of Angels and the quire Of Cherubims made happyer to admire Me thinks I hear the arched sphears resound The Paeans of the Saints and give them round The tyres of heaven like claps of thunder rowl'd From pole to pole and doubled as they fould Such a diffusive glory that we see Each Saint triumphant in his victorie But is he gone for ever from our eyes Will he no more return shall we not rise Or must that cloud that closed him from our sight Stand a partition wal between the light Of his eternal day and our dull shades O that 's a horror kills as it invades No There 's a hope yet left a sure record Of mercy undenyable his Word Nay more his faithful Promise I 'le not leave You comfortless And can the Lord deceive See there his hand and seal And if you please Tâ—admit the voyce of Angels to encrease An Infant faith As you have seen him goe So he shall come again Believe it so Rejoyce then ô my soul that as thou art Rescued from death and glorified in part So thy Redeemer lives and that hee 's gone Hence to prepare thy heavenly mansion And when the trembling hearts of them that slew And peirct his pretious body quake to view The terror of his glorious return When time shall be no more the heavens burn Earth crumble into ashes and the dead Wak'd by th' Archangles voice dissepulcred And catchd up in the clouds thy greater bliss Shall meet thy sweet Redeemer with a kiss And with their eyes his glittering court survey In all the garb of that tryumphant day Yet so demean thy self in this his dear And pittied absence as if present here That at his second comming Sans all grudg He may return thy Saviour as thy Judge Whitsunday WHat strange noise strikes mine eare what suddain sound As though the rowling windes were all unbound And met at once by one joynt fury hurld To overturn the hinges of the world This Scaene fore runs some dreadfull Act to come Some greater wonder issuing from the womb Of Providence than what has pass'd our eye Sure there 's no second Son of God to dye Nor summons to the dead once more to rise And scare the bloudy City's Sacrifice Nor does the chearfull Sun dance through the sphears As though he meant to fetch his last carrears Time 's not so near its Exit nor the fall And conflagration of this circled Ball But yet behold a fire most contrary To its own nature posting from on high Kindling a sad suspition cleft in rayes As though design'd to catch all sorts of waies Sure t is no wanton flame such whifling Lights Quench with the night-mark of tempestuous nights Not daring to attempt the daye 's bright eye To judge their non-existent frippery No this descends more stayd reach'd from above ' O 't is the very God of peace and love But how so strange devided can there bee Twelve parts like Tribes couch'd in the dietie That it appears multipartite in th' dress Of Cloven Tongues what tongue can this express Yet though it seems in Sections to appear Most like the soul 'T is wholly every where The Spirit 's omnipresent nor can bee Confin'd to number measure or degree But why in fire and such myrac'lous flame Fix'd on a stay yet not consume the same Are men like Moses bush can bodyes burn Insensible and not to ashes turn The wonder 's great but not so deep as high ' Nature must needs leave work when God stands by Descend on me Great God! but in such fire May not consume but kindle my desire Descend on me in flames but such as move Winged by th' inspiration of the Dove Descend in Cloven Tongues such as dispence No double meanings in a single sense Hence all you wilde pretenders you that blaze Like Meteors lapp'd in zeal and dance the maze Of non-conformity in antique fits Yea even from your selves curss'd Hereticks Light not your frighted censors here no Quaker Frisker Baboon or Antinomian shaker Must fire his brand from hence the Spirit claims No holder-forth that dwells on second aimes But Comes t' reprove the worlds Judaick press Of Sin of Judgment and of Righteousness No strange fanatick spark that gaping flyes And leaves its Audience skared with extasies No Skipper in divinity no Hinter No radled Cardinal no dreaming minter Of words and faces no Quire of the Brisle No squib no squeaker of the puny grisle Approach this glory For the beauteous Sun Admits no maskers till the day be done No Chymical St. Martins pass the Test Till the pure Oare's exild or gone to rest Shine out bright God dispel these smoaky foggs Of schisme and heresie that smears and clogs The chariot of thy Gospell that truth may Break forth in its own glosse and proper ray That the Blue-apron'd Crackers of the times Those wilde-fire Rockets whose ambition climbes To wound the world with broils set all on fire And sink a glorious Church through base desire May dwindle to their bulks and there indite Long small-drink Anthems of the Saints good night While it contents the boyes to nod at last November and my Ld. Mayors day are past A short Ejaculation Vpon that truly worthy Patron of the Law Sr. John Bridgman Kt. and Lord Chief Justice of Chester and the Marshes of Wales deceased SHall all the Tribes of Israel thirty dayes Mourn for the death of Moses and so raise Their doubled cryes to heaven and bemoan The Light of Jacob in a Tomb unknown And Bridgman set obscurely can the Sun Withdraw its radiant splendor at high noon And the whole world not stand amaz'd to see Their glory swallow'd in eternitie Can the bright soul of Justice mount the skyes And we not fear a Deluge from our eyes Such was thy sad departure such thy flight Into the spangled heavens that the night Of a more sad dispaire hath seiz'd our beams And left us nothing but our brackish streams To offer at thy shrine And in those showers We state the day and steep the slow-pac'd hours Hence
slipp'd my soul But thanks dear Soveraign Thou pull'dst me safely down to thee again Had Thracian Orpheus with his feather'd Quire And Rendezvouz of brute bin present here The wondring Bard had suffer'd with the rest Winged amazement or at least turn'd beast So winningly did she dissolve the sense In thousand labyrinths of joy from whence The captiv'd soul could no more hope to see Releasment than time in eternitie But that that voyce exhaled it from its earth Proved merciful and gave it second birth With holy reverence let me dare to say Angels thus cloathe their Halelujah Thus Mercury to reach Jove's mayden prize Charm'd all the guards and rounds of Argus eyes Thus Philomel to drown the chirping wood Melts all her sugard forces to a floud Thus heaven's high consort bless'd the breaking day When the sweet Baby in a manger lay The Wisemen had they heard this sacred strain Had ventur'd to have offer'd once again Though neither spice nor myrrh What then I pray Even moping gravely to have loss'd their way For that great constellation of her light Had sunck their lanthorn star in endless night But yet how sweetly had they stray'd when shee Makes it no less than heaven where ere she be O had you seen how the small birds did creep And dance from bough to bough then stand and peep Through the green lattice of the trees to see The instrument of that rich harmonie And how the active grass there carpeted Contended which should first thrust up its head And wake th' enammel'd circle of the Bower To hasten forth each pretty drooping flower That in a radiant Coronet they might meet To weave gay buskins for Clarinda's feet T' would puzle a strong fancy here to prove Which did exceed their envy or their love But I shall range no further in dispute The way to speak her worth is to be mute For when that voyce clos'd her angelick song To paraphrase would prove a double wrong Platonique Love BEgon fantastick whimsey hence begon I slight thy dreams I 'me no Camelion Nor can I feed on Ayry smoaky blisses Or bayt my strong desire with smiles and kisses Old Tantalus as well may surfet on The flying streames by contemplation Give me a minute's heaven with my love Where I may roule in pleasures far above The idle fancy of the soul's embrace Where my swift hand may ravish all the grace Of beauties wardrop where the longing Bride May feast her fill yet nere be satisfied Blaspheme not Love with any other name Than an enjoyment kindled from the flame Of panting brests mix'd in a sweet desire Of somthing more than barely to admire ' Though sighs and signes may make the pulses beate ' Action 's the bellowes that preserve the heat If all content were placed in the eye And thoughts compriz'd the whole felicity Pictures might court each other exchange Their white-lime looks wo hard and yet seem strange ' No Love requires a quick and home embrace ' Nor can it dwell for ever on the face ' What ever glories Nature's tender care ' Compiles to make a piece divinely rare ' Th' are but the sweet allurements of the eye ' Fix'd on a stage to catch the standers by ' Or like rich Signes exposed to open sight 'To tempt the Traveller to stay all night Yield then my chast Clarinda once to see The sweet Maeander of Love's libertie And seale thy thoughts a grant to understand The welcome pleasures of a wife well mann'd For all the sweets mistaken in a kiss Are but the empty circumstance of this So shall a full content wipe out the score Of all our sorrows that have pasâ—'d before Not a sad sigh shall scape unsatisfied Which in its master's passion wept and dyed But like a Sea made subject to our Oares Wee 'le hoise up Saile and touch the wished Shoares A Sigh FLY thou pretty active part To the Mistris of my heart Shew her how the tedious night Sadly wastes without delight How my waking soule devides The silent day twixt ebbs and tides Of hope and feare How Love in mee Knows no measure or degree Tell her all my feigned dreames Of her enjoyment which in gleames Of wished bliss I seem'd to see But waking prov'd a fallacie Contriv'd by death to kill a Swain More than half already slain Tell her all my secret fears What a length's in seaven years And that my grief well understood Is worse by far than widdow-hood How to see and not partake Is but dying for her sake Tell her more than I dare say Yet can think as well as they That feel the freedom of that heat Which I in contemplation beat And let her know Love more delights In action than in appetites Tell her burial and a wife Untouched are both things without life And that too many heats and cold Will make the best complexion old And when poor beauty 's past its prime The rest is but asleeping time Tell her all those heights and graces Which are built in female faces Like the Orbes without their motions Are but glorious pittyed notions And in short without deceit Love cannot for ever wait Pray her pray her quickly yield Venus joy's to loose the field And in fetter'd twines to lie Working through love's Misterie Where in thousand winding wayes She can twist the lover's maze Where with pleasing losse and pain Ladyes clip and to 't again Mixing fresh with flames half gone Joyes first felt then thought upon Tell her if she this deny Love only fed with ayre must dy Ask her whether groans and charms Mid-night walks and folded armes Be all she meant when first she slew My silly heart at second view And if a life be spent in wooing Where 's the time reserv'd for doing Now little sigh if she at last Chide and check thee with a cast Of angry looks like one that comes To kindle love in sullen Tombes Return to me my pretty dear And I will hide thee in a tear Love's Farewell FOnd Love adiew I loath thy tyranny Strive now no more to kill me with an eye Or that we call Thy pastime but our thrall I see thy cruelty and moan the dayes My fetter'd heart lay doting on thy praise If an unconstant look be all the grace Attends the pleasure of thy wanton chase I 'me none of thine Nor will adore thy shrine I prize the freedom of a single hour More than the sugar'd tortures of thy power If floods of brinish tears be all thy drink And the whol man confined to gaze think If groans and sighs Be still thy sacrifice I 'le rather quench the flames of my desire Then at thine Altar languish and expire No I suppos'd thy guilded baytes to bee As reall blisses as they seem'd to mee But now I finde They captivate the minde And slave the soul to endlesse proofs of joy Which in the end are pills but to destroy Wound me no more I 'me tyred with daily dying
Refrain thy dull delayes and bitter trying Of my sad heart Slain by thâ— dart If this be all my crop of hopes and fears My love my God shall have my sins my tears Free me this once and when I come to bee The pris'ner of a second miserie Bring all thy chains And wracks of horrid pains I 'le willingly embrace the dreadful chance And court my death as a deliverance Whisper no more there 's faith in womankinde Or any fixed thought to strike me blinde When each new face Their fickle vows unlace And each strange object that attempts their eye Bribes all their sense into variety Give me a heart of such a sollid frame Breathes above changes and is still the same I like no wits That flow by antique fits Nor such a whiffling love whos wandring fire Is guided by a weather-cock desire Give me a Mistris whose diviner minde Speaks her descended of the heavenly kinde Whose gloryes are No borrow'd tinsel ware Let her be yce to all the world but such As waxe to me that melts upon the touch Call not that chastity that 's proud disdain Nor plead them honest that in shew refrain Lust has that trick And stews such Rhetorick Only to raise the standard of their price And steal a verteous paint by seeming nice No I abhor those poor religious blindes Which aime to sequester our eyes mindes Love has no mask Nor can it frown or ask But in a sweet consent moves every way With its dear object like the Sun and day No either love me still or not at all I like no passions that can rise and fall No humours please In this conceal'd disease But if my Mistris strive to catch my will The Lawrel is attain'd by standing still Once more I tempt thy pitty Dearest Love And if these tears can no compassion move I 'le scorn thee more Than I have lov'd before And stanck up the salt Conducts of mine eyes To watch thy shame weep mine obsequies Christmas Day Or the Shutle of an inspired Weaver bolted against the Order of the Church for its Solemnity CHrist-mass give me my beads The word implies A plot by its ingredients Beef and Pyes A feast Apocryphal a popish rite Kneaded in dough beloved in the night The night beloved that 's as much to say By late translations not in the day An annual dark-lanthorn Jubile Catesby and Vaulx baked in conspiracie The Hierarchie of Rome the Triple Crown Confess'd in Triangles then swallow'd down With spanish Sack The eighty eight Armado Newly presented in an Ovenado O Calvin now my Cause upon thee fixes Were ere such dregs mix'd with Genevae sixes The cloyster'd steaks with salt and pepper lye Like Nunnes with patches in a Monastrie Prophaneness in a Conclave nay much more Idolatrie in crust Babylon's Whore Raked from the grave and baked by hanches then Serv'd up in coffins to unholy men Defiled with superstition like the Gentiles Of old that worship'd Onions Roots and Lentiles Did ever John of Leyden prophecy Of such an Antichrist as pudding-pye Beloved t is a thing when it appears Enough to set the Saints all by the ears In solving of the text a doubtfull sin Reformed Churches nere consented in But hold my Brethren while I preach and pray Me thinks the Manna melts and wasts away I am a man as all you are have read Of Peter's sheet how he devoutly fed Without exception therefore to dispence A little with the worm of conscience And bend unto the creature I profess Zeal and a Pye may joyn both in a mess The dearest sons may erre then why a sinner May I not eat since HVGH eat three to dinner Good Fryday WHat sable Cypress maskes the glorious Sun Rivalls the world and robs us of our Noon What Ague cramps the earth whereas time fled Why groan the graves is nature vanished Or must y shrivell'd heavens in one dread fire Rowle up in flames then languish and expire Some horrid change approaches some sad guise Nature or else the God of nature dyes Here 's more than man in this more than mankinde Death 's in pursuance or the world resign'd No common passion strikes mine eye no fate Less than the whole's extinction or debate Angels stand trembling and amaz'd the sphears Cease their bless'd harmony and turn all tears Wrapp'd in a dreadful hush so highly more Is man's redemption than his birth before To raise a world from nothing and divide Dull bodies from the thin and rarified Speaks God in every close But to renew Those ruin'd attomes when confusion threw The whole into a lumpish mass again This makes the lovely wonder soveraign To mould a man in clay then quicken that Dead body with a soule cooperate Argues a Reall Presence But when sin Has soyl'd that heavenly stamp and chain'd it in The fetters of damnation to restore That life in death transcends the love before O then behold and see if ever pain Or anguish match'd that sorrow when the slain Of God bleeds on the Cross when heaven descends In bloud to make man the heavens friends Nay more when man lay doom'd eternally To answer his own wrath even God could dye And smile upon those Wounds that Spear that Grave Which our rebellions merited and gave This love exceeds all height yet I confess 'T was God that did it how could it be less Easter Day HOw all the guard reliev'd the Romans fled Those Basilisks that seeing conquered Heaven back my faith what glorious Apâ—arition Shines in the vault what angel like condition Of Souldiers doe I see surely my fear Trebles the object t is the Gardiner Flow out my tears Th' have stollen the Lord away Come view the place whereas his body lay But yet behold the napkin and the cloathes Wrapp'd by themselves in vain you take your Oaths Hard hearted Jews For ô hee 's risen and gone Why stand you gazing what d' yee dote upon Peace be unto you O now I hear his voyce Run Peter that thy spirit may rejoyce A greater Star than that out of the East Which led the Wise-men rises in my brest See where he rides in tryumph hell death Dragg'd at his chariot wheells the powers beneath Made groveling Captives all their trophies bring Slaves to the lawrels of the glorious King Nay sin and the dull grave make up the crowd Though base yet all pris'ners at war allowd Ride on brave Prince of Souls enlarge thy T is thy own work alone to kill raise Dying to vanquish death and by thy fall bayes To be the Resurrection of us all Flow hither all believers yee that sow In tears and in a veile but darkly know Stretch hither the distrustfull hand and feel Th' impressions of the nails and barbed steel But yet forbear his word must be attended Touch me not for I am not yet ascended However feast your eyes behold the Star Of Israel's deliverer This boon to begging Moses hee 'd not give But now frail
grain Or attome of black malice or disdain That for to boast thy riches to poor men Could'st drop a pearl and snatch it up agen First scrue us to an Extasie of blisse Then dash us by an Antipe'ristasis Punnish a moment's ravishing happiness With such a furious glut of sharp distress Could light darkness be so twin'd together In such close webs of bitter chang of weather Just parted by a single subtile thred No sooner to be judg'd a live but dead Could wit and fate no less a torment finde Would th' hadst not bin so cruel or so kinde Bless'd Babe why could not thy friends many tears Invite thine innocent stay for a few years Or at the least why didst thou them bereave Of the short comfort of a longer leave How can that drown the anguish of thy birth For joy a man was born upon the earth When th' Midwife only could arrive to this To reach thee to thy first and latest kiss How loaded with ingratitude didst thou part From thy twice travelling Mother in one smart First pain'd for thy remiss and slow delay Now thrown for thy abortive hast away But yet I wrangle not with heavens decree Th' hast only posted ore that miserie Through which we beat the hoof sad Seventy Years To the last Act of life in hopes and fears Midst a perverse world and a shipwrack'd-age Of Truth and Worth draw late off the Stage To lay more weight or pressure upon thee T were envy to thy suddain victorie Thou only wak'dst into the world and then Shut'st up in holy discontent agen Thy chast unspoted soul just lighted on The floor and perch of our low Horison But quickly finding the mistake that here Was not her Center nor her Hemisphaere She made a point and darted back most nice Like lightening to her element in a trice The Thracian Dranst which with joy interr Their Dead and sport about their Sepulchre But mourn still at their birth to think upon Those choaking cares of earth are coming on May here preach rules of piety to my grief In bad times doubting what 's best death or life Crown'd Saint indeed thou might'st have staid A mournfull Student in our historie Have read a world of sad looks in each page to bee And passage of a sore distracted age And then discuss'd the causes how and why Which to repeat renews th' extremity So have entail'd thy guiltless tears to ours Now swel'd to flouds by long continued showers But thou hast wrought that haven in a breath For which we sweat tug our selves to death Thou met'st no tempest of assault to stay Thy fleeting bark in full sail all the way Wee 're clogd with thousand Remoraes men of war That cross the rode through which with many a scar And foil we militant Christians doe coÌ„mence And at the last take heaven by violence Such was thy suddain how-dee farewell Such thy return the Angels scarce could tell Thy miss But that thy feast was drawing on Of th' Son of God's high Genethliacon Where all the holy Hosts appear to sing Solemn Deum's to the glorious King Hence flowes thy sweet excuse of hast Then since Our loss was thy enjoyment of thy Prince The Annual attendance on his Day To fill the heavens with Haleluiah Yet grant us so much of the court to bee Envious a while at thy felicitie That thou so young a favourite shouldst pertake Those smiles for which we so much cringing make And reach that height of honour in a glance For which we toil through Law Ordinance I chide thee then no longer Happy Soul Farewel farewel since man cannot controule The hand of Providence May thine ashes lye Soft till I meet thee in eternity Where we shal part no more nor death devide My griefs and their sweet object but a tide Of endlesse joy shall satisfaction make For this poor stream of brine shed for thy sake A short reflection on the creation of the World WHen as this circling Globe of Seas and Earth Snugg'd in her night-clothes and had neither birth Nor motion but a lumpish Caos stood An immaterial mass of slimy mud A confus'd pre existent nothing where T is blasphemy to say as yet things were The great Eternal Being thought it good His Spirit here should move upon the floud Hence bloom'd the early and the infant light From out the swathe-bands of eternal night Which now furl'd up in sooty curls gives back And place to Time to date its Almanack Whiles Midwife-Nature fits the Vacuum For the conceal'd impressions yet to come This glimmering splendor in its course begun Christ'ned three dayes before there was a Sun Thus things with things in miz'd confusion hurl'd Lift up their eye-lids Thus wak'd the World Nor was it yet broad day to any sight For time walk'd as it were by candle-light The East had not yet guilded bin by those Bright sparks by which she now most Orient growes When as the mutt'ring Elements took their place And Centers as their several nature was The active fire first clipp'd the azure Round To which the grosser ayre became a bound Each in his proper Orbe was stay'd and pent floud Environ'd bv a solid Firmament This was the time when th' rendevouzing Disbodying from the earth upon heaps stood And Nâ—ptune ore that raging bulk of brine Advanc'd his Mace and â—cepter tridentine Whiles the dry land peepp'd up out of the froth Like a short Commonâ— in a sea of brotn Spangled with fâ—uits flowers herbs grass And this the teeming world's First up-rise was Not long this beauty had in twilight lay But God made lights to sunder night and day And deck the checkred palace of the skyes With thousand Coronets of twinkling eyes Which by their rule aspects in their spears Should be for signes and seasons month s and And now if ever there was harmony years Amongst those blessed motions up on high T was in this instant when in joynt consent They danc'd this mask about the Firmament And plac'd that heavenly round which ore ore Must be renew'd till time shall be no more Next those rich bodyes of the Sun and Moon Like the High Constables of the watch for noon And night drew forth in glory wheÌ„ce created T is much more safe admired than debated Thus the Surveyors of the world took birth And this was The good morrow of the Earth There wanted nothing now trees herbs nor plants Nor sweets but a few wilde inhabitants Fish and the reptile creature winged Quires Of downy Organists for to tune their Lyres And fill the breaking ayre with Rapsodies Of chirping emulation to the skies Thus the self generative streams brought forth Th' Amphibious brood of water and of earth The shady woods now range with ecchoing straines Of shrill melodious notes whose pretty chains Tye up the ears of things in silent love As 't were a glimpse of heaven dropt from above Next came the silver harnass'd scaley
be Or will the chambers of death honour thee Thy call is not a summons to the Bar Of Justice but a throne where mercies are Like flowing balm To mitigate and calm The tumult of a rageing conscience Whose pricking bitter ecchoing sense Holds out a flag of death whose motto runs No hope no peace no such rebellious Sons But Lord thy sweeter promise is the ground We lean build upon canst thou be found Lesse than thy self A ship-destroying shelf No though an Angel from thine Altar swear My sins unpardonable are My crimes so great cannot forgiven bee Yet Lord I come yet Lord I trust in thee O then accept my Heavy laden Soul Crush'd with the burden of her sins so foul She dares not brook Once up to look But drown'd in tears presumes to come on board And for this once to take thy word If I at last prove ship-wrack'd for my pain I 'le never venture soul more so again A Sing-song on Clarinda's Wedding NOw that Love's Holiday is come And Madg the Maid hath swept the room And trimm'd her spit and pot A wake my merry Muse and sing The Revells and that other thing That must not be forgot As the gray morning dawn'd t is sed Clarinda broke out of her bed Like Cynthia in her pride Where all the Maiden Lights that were Compriz'd w ithin our Hemisphaere Attended at her side But wot you then with much a doe They dress'd the Bride from top to toe And brought her from her chamber Deck'd in her robes and garments gay More sumptuous than the live-long-day Or Stars enshrin'd in Amber The sparkling bullose of her eyes Like two ecclipsed Suns did rise Beneath her christal brow To shew like those strange accidents Some suddain changable events Were like to hap below Her cheeks bestreak'd with white and red Like pretty tell-tales of the bed Presag'd the blustring night With his encricling armes and shade Resolv'd to swallow and invade And skreen her virgin light Her lips those threds of scarlet dye Wherein Love's charmes and quiver lye Legions of sweets did crown Which smilingly did seem to say O crop me crop me whiles you may A non th' are not mine own Her Breasts those melting Alps of snow On whose fair hills in open shew The God of Love lay napping Like swelling Buts of lively Wine Upon their ivory stells did shine To wait the lucky tapping Her waste that slender type of man Was but a small and single span Yet I dare safely swear He that whole thousands has in fee Would forfeit all so he might bee Lord of the Mannor there But now before I passe the line Pray Reader give me leave to dine And pause here in the midle The Bridegroom and the Parson knock With all the Hymeneall flock The Plum-cake and the Fidle When as the Priest Clarinda sees He stared as 't had bin half his fees To gaze upon her face And if the spirit did not move His continence was far above Each sinner in the place With mickle stir he joyn'd their hands And hamp'red them in marriage bands As fast as fast might bee Where still me thinks me thinks I hear That secret sigh in every eare Once love remember mee Which done the Cook he knock'd amain And up the dishes in a train Come smoaking two and two With that they wip'd their mouths and sate Some fell to quaffing some to prate Ay marry and welcome too In pay'â—s they thus impal'd the meat Roger and Marget and Thomas and Kate Rafe and Bess Andrew and Maudlin And Valentine eke with Sybell so sweet Whose cheeks on each side of her snuffers did meet As round and as plump as a codling When at the last they had fetched their freez And mired their stomacks quite up to yâ— knees In claret for and good chear Then then began the merry din For as it was thought they were all on the pin O what kissing and clipping was there But as luck would have it the Parson said grace And to frisking dancing they shuffled apace Each Lad took his Lass by the fist And when he had squeez'd her and gaum'd her untill The fat of her face ran down like a mill He toll'd for the rest of the grist In sweat and in dust having wasted the day They enter'd upon the last act of the play The Bride to her bed was convey'd Where knee deep each hand fell downe to the ground And in seeking the Garter much pleasure was found 'T would have made a man's arm have stray'd This clutter ore Clarinda lay Half bedded like the peeping day Behind Olimpus cap Whiles at her head each twittring Girle The fatal stocking quick did whirle To know the lucky hap The Bridegroom in at last did rustle All dissap-pointed in the bustle The Maidens had shav'd his breeches But let him not complain t is well In such a storm I can you tell He save'd his other stitches And now he bounc'd into the bed Even just as if a man had said Fair Lady have at all Where twisted at the hug they lay Like Venus and the sprightly Boy O who would fear the fall Thus both with love's sweet tapers fired And thousand balmy kisses tyred They could nor wait the rest But out the folk and candles fled And to 't they went but what they did There lyes the cream of the jest On the much to be lamented Death of that gallant Antiquary and great Master both of Law and Learning John Selden Esquire Epicedium Elegiacum THus sets th' Olimpian Regent of the day Laden with honour after a full survey Of the deep works of nature to return With greater lustre from his watery urne Thus leans the aged Cedar to the rage Of tempests which the grove for many an age Hath grac'd yet yields to be traÌ„spaÌ„lted thence T' adorn the nobler Palace of his Prince Thus droops the world after a smiling May And June of pride into a withering day And hoary winter season to appear More lovely in the buds of a fresh year Then boast not Time in the eclipsed light Of Selden's lower orbes whiles the high flight Of his enthroned Soul looks down on thee With scorn as an ungrateful enemie For in his death thou sport'st with thy own dust Whiles with his ashes thy poor glories rust Mention no more thy Acts of old nor those Grand ruines rich in thy proud overthrowes In him th' hast lost thy Titles and thy name Who dyed the Register of time and fame He was that brave Recorder of the world When age mischief had conspir'd hurl'd Vast kingdoÌ„s into shatter'd heaps who could Redeem them from their vaults of dust and mould Then raise a monument of honour to That restor'd life which death could nere undoe Such was the fal of this Tenth worthy then This Magazine of earth and heaven and men He whereas others to their ashes creep Those common elements of all that sleep Dissolv'd like some huge Vatican from
on high Whose every limbe became a Library As therefore in the works of Nature they Which are most ripe are neerest to decay So here this neighbouring Pyramid on th' sky Drew neerest heaven when furthest from the eye And now thy Clausum's true indeed The rode's block'd up to th' many reined steed Which to each point of the world's compasse reels And tacks her glad discoveries to her keels Let then the travelling Mariner in the deep Of the Reserves of reason goe to sleep Since the grave Pole-star of the groaping sky Has suffer'd ship-wrack in mortallity He that would praise thee well through all thy parts Must ransack all the languages and arts Drain nature to th' last scruple to discry How far thou went'st in her Anatomy Then climbe from orbe to orbe gather there The pure Elixar of each star and sphear Which in thy life did club their influence With thy rich flames as one Intelligence Then raise a blazing comet to thy name As a devoted Taper to thy Fame To live the pitied shadow of that day And glorious Noon which with thee drew away When Common People dye 't is but a sight Whose grief and dole's digested in a night But when such brawny sinews of a state As thee break loose 't is like a clock whose weight Being slipp'd a side all motion 's at a stand Such sorrows doe not wet but Drown a land Could we with that brave Macedonian Spark Offer whole towns and kingdoms to the Ark Of a lost friend now floating in our eyes And make more worlds in this grief sympathize T' were but due thanks for that high soveraignty Ore many nations we enjoy'd in thee To languish any longer at thy shrine Melting the sacred sisters into brine In a salt Hecatomb of tears 't would bee But a weak faint and pale discoverie Of those few artires of life they have Since the last mortal stab giv'n in thy Grave Such was the publick universal wound That the whole bod ' of Law learning found In thy preposterous and most sad decease There 's none can probe the grief or state that case In short we lost so many Tongues in thee There 's scarce one left to mourn thine obsequie Those shallow issues which now from us rise Steal through the speechless conduits of our eyes Which turning Water Poets tumble forth Insilent eloquence to bemoan thy worth Such deep impressions has thy farewel left In every bosom every secret cleft Of each particular soul instead of verse We live thy doleful Epitaph and Hearse And what the mournful Prophet sigh'd of old Seems now broke forth as of these times foretold Each face shall gather blackness for in thee Thus gone w' are shut up in obscuritie Such borrowed dependance had our light Upon thy sun thy evening was our night But since there 's no perfection here thy glass To become gold indeed translated was Thy furnish'd soul being fill'd with all that could Be here extracted from the grosser mould Of earth's Idea in a brave disdain Drew to its proper Center that vast Main Of truth and knowledg great Jehovah hee That 's all in all to all eternitie Where now I leave thee ' midst a glorious throng Of Saints but hope to see thee ere 't be long Vpon the death of John Selden Esquire NOw thou art dead Vnequall'd Sir thy fall Confounds no less than England's funerall For when the soul departs that gave her breath We are but loathed carkases in thy death Thus Pompey's Trunck found on the Egyptian sand Rome streight pronounc'd her time was at a stand So wheÌ„ a fair ag'd Oak doth downward move We count not one Tree's loss but the whole Grove As ayre and water when once useless grown One by too much drouth one b infection The Citty and Kingdom both deplore that loss And we entitle 't one man's private cross O that Pythagoras doctrine might obtain Old souls to inform new bodyes hast again Thâ—n would the world less sense of sorrow have Nought but to life a back-door were thy Grave And like the Phoenix dy'dst in balmy spice That theÌ„ce thou might'st into new glories rise But this we hope not for 't is thy praise Alone Salomon 's None such in your dayes Learned Maimonides hence improv'd his fame That none since Moses such a Moses came Joseph's perfections had out-shin'd far more If Julius Scaliger had not writ before Thou like Melchizedeck knewst no peer nor Rich only with thy own true estimate Witness those matchless volumes that can tell mate The world how vast a soul did in thee dwell So fraught with such a Mine of knowledg we Might think thee well a living Librarie Not like our Time-enthusiasts who disclose In scurrile Pens that they can rave in prose And in such narrow hoops the conscience pent As man nere durst nor God for laws ere meant Nay souls of men with such high reins keep in That to be reasonable is counted sin No in such season'd Judgment flowd thy Pen We thence might learn what temper became men Thou nor to Sects nor to parties writt'st t is But just to point thee singular in this But wiht unwearied pain dispenc'd thy store What all past ages thought and said before Arabians Persians Hebrews Greeks and all The Sun in'ts circuit dines or sups withall Thee in their several Idioms court and bring Their common-wealths of learning to their King As tribute Selden hadst thou flourished than When Jew and Greek Creet and Arabian What each in varied Dialects said could tell Thy acquir'd pains had lam'd the miracle Thy fruitful Tongues might far as day have run To language Countreis to the posting Sun The western Climes might have bin told by thee All that the Indian voic'd Antiquitie Nor is that all for numerous speech affords Without good conduct but a Mart of words A bunch of keyes men prize not wealth but letts Where skill comes short t' unlock the cabinets A magazine of sounds in most we see Serve but to stuss and perfect Pedantrie Thy copiousness of Tongues findes matter hence It lets in matter that conveyes new sense And rat'st thy painted words embroideries But as they usher strange discoveries That East Idolatry yet had lurk'd 't is ods But for thy subject of the Syrian gods The world had still in ignorance bin held How great she was had Selden not reveal'd Those pompous Attributes Titles of renown Which King Prince Emperor challeng'd as their own Earles Marquesses Dukes all degrees Hence found them boundes fix'd for precedencies A structure so elaborate it would ask Europe's joynt labour to out-goe the task The Law of Nations ' mongst the Hebrews taught And Nature's dictates where could we have sought But from that labour'd Piece is publish'd forth To leave the world a Legacy of thy worth I name not others thy choice rarities The Hebrew Priests defence of British Seas Arundles marbles and the Hebrew wife Thy Sanhedrims Tripartite
routs where ere he be To this Diana streight the Ephesians bow Or squeez the wax no matter where nor how So the revenue the joynture's great T is never queston'd whether by Escheat Theft or Disseisin or the Orphan's tears It were extorted and grew basely theirs But like the Israelites in the Devil's behalf Forsake God to adore the goodly Calf Then for that pretty trifle that sweet fool Just wean'd from 's bread butter the school Cracknuts Hobbihorse the quaint Jackdaw To wear a thing with a plush Scabberd law Whose Father 's low-roof'd late-hatch'd Scutcheon can Scarce speak him Saped into a gentlemam Though at his great expence his armes took Last circuit from yâ— Herauld's poor estate Like a feirce Countrey Ale-house that renues date His Licence every Sessions and so brewes But this swayes not the ballance He has it That 's Vertue Gallantry Worth and Wit All truss'd up in a bag and more yet to 't For he that buyeâ— him has the Pigg to boot And though he cannot speak sense let it goe He offers at it or else means it so His worship's will was good If he incline To any vice as Swearing Whores or Wine T is Courage Youth's fling or a merry Cup Such imperfections soon are sodred up If otherwise a clown t is modestie Or simply lavish t is good nature Wee Have vizards of all sizes small or large If 's greatness please but to be at the charge Thus Riches which were made man's slave to bee Have robb'd him of his native soveraigntie And captive beauties like fair Barks long lost Are put to sale by th' Candle who gives most Whiles Love and Honour languish at the door Most glorious pittied fancies prais'd and poor But here yee groveling Muck-worms yee that build Like Ants in Mole-hills tye field to field Which varying God's decree by joyning hands Instead of marrying Children wed your lands T is true you may pretend a busied care In the advance and Tilting of an Heir And plausibly too were the structure layd Upon a noble bottom humble stayd Religious grace and worth met combin'd With th' active vigour of a gallant minde This were a pure coÌ„nexion sweet with good A heightning and refining of the bloud But the hog-trough wordlings from these measures flirt They love a great name though it 's made of dirt To which the children are th' forc'd Seals and Signes Of ship-wrack'd free-will in their Fathers loins The liberty of choice is quite flung by With a Proviso of new property That primitive capacity of love Which the all-seeing diety from a bove Had plac'd in the sweet cabinet of the brest Is now expuls'd by man and dispossest Upon which breach Lust made an enterance there which spreads its wide infection every where Come Worlding let me undeceive thee now If man's grand welfare hangs upon the plough Or if there be eternity in pelf And earth that is as mortal as thy self Then thou hast grasp'd to purpose But if not The end of wealth 's mistaken in thy plot Where much is given much required shal bee Not what was left to thy posterity Or the by-issues of thy younger years But how when thou stop'dst the widdowes tears With timely charity and reliev'dst the poor With ready morsels frost-bound at thy door These are the works friends shall follow thee The â—est shall live thy shame or infamie Nor would I have thy off-spring cast away Upon each roving wit that shall essay Thy hopeful lovely viands with pretence Of some blinde far-hence-travell'd eminence Nor that unrighteous Mammon swels thy chest And thee let looss on every stragling guest But there 's a mean in judgment a mid course A difference betwixt a Man and 's Horse A fair distinction were not we too nice To moderate disdain and Market price Forestal not then the world but let all live Some come to sell by weight some to give Love never measur'd by the Acre stood If we â—oll fairly then the bargain 's good A Dialogue between two water Nymphs Thamesis and Sabrina THa Ho! all yee sister-streams that govern'd be By great Diana's watry diety Yee silver Nymphs that gliding sport and play And kis your flowry bancks and flowing stray In lofty murmurs ô come sit you here And lend my swelling grief a voice or tear Sab. What poor afflicted Soul with mournful cries And sobs awakes my long benighted eyes What hapless maid of her first love bereav'd Bemoans her friend in death's black armes received Perhaps some pining Votress in the dark Bedews a Lover's tombe with tears hark hark Tha. Ah me forlorn ah me forsaken maid Where is my lovelines and honour strayd Those glories dwelt upon me those swans That sung my name beyond proud Ganges sands And fill'd both Indies with the wide renown Of my spread fame Now tost now tumbled down Sab. I thought my crimson streams had buried all The bitter land-flouds of a Kingdoms thrall But lo a louder eccho living is A floud of yet continued miseries A tide of wo at last has found a tongue To bear a sad part in my doleful song Speak wretched Maid whence art Tha. t is I t is I Poor Thamesis out of my ruines cry Gravell'd with sorrow and scortch'd up with heat Of war struck deaf with drums who was the seat Of peace and plenty now the rouling map Of violence and tyranous mishap Sab. Alas fair Princess were there left in mee A Creek reserv'd from grief to pitty thee With what swift hast should I divert the course Of my salt waves to mixt their scatter'd force With that vast body of thy tears And close My springs with thine to make a sea of woes Tha. Can there be such a monster that dares own It's small undoing when my mischief 's shown O can there be proportion 'twixt the drops Of private ills and the full plenteous crops And buckets of mine anguish O forbear I drank those showers whereof thy storms skirts were Sab. We grant Great Lady of the Isles that thy Tumultuous tumours were that pluresie That caus'd the opening of our veins Thy head Distemper'd we grew soon imbodied In the same gulf and ocean of thy pain Languishing rivulets of thee the maine But if the surges of thy bosom have Digg'd for thy beauty an untimely grave If thy rash waters have so run thee in The winding gyres and streights of suffering Thank thy Augean filthiness for these Thy Hydra which hath slain thy Hercules Tha. T is true Sabrina I have acted right The fable of that Horse who needs would fight The Hart But finding streight himself to bee Too weak for his Pallizadoed enemie He begs the man to ride him and became His slave to gain an empty victor's name Sab. No rather I suppose th' hast verefi'd The story of the Frogs that to Jove cry'd To have a King He heard their praiers t is said And flung them down a Beam to