the smart Of Thorns and Scourges in thy heart If that be yet not Crucified Look on his hands look on his feet look on his side 5. Open Oh! open wide the Fountains of thine eyes And let 'em call Their stock of moisture forth where ere it lyes For this will ask it all 'T would all alas too little be Though thy salt tears came from the Sea Can'st thou deny him this when he Has open'd all his vital Springs for thee Take heed for by his sides mysterious flood May well be understood That he will still require some waters to his blood On Orinda's Poems Ode WE allow'd Your Beauty and we did submit To all the Tyrannies of it Ah! Cruel Sex will you depose us too in Wit Orinda do's in that too raign Do's Man behind her in Proud Triumph draw And Cancel great Apollo's Salick Law VVe our old Title plead in vain Man may be head but VVoman's now our Brain Verse was Loves fire-arms heretofore In Beauties Camp it was not known Too many Armes besides that Conquerour bore 'T was the great Canon we brought down T' assault a stubborn Town Orinda first did a bold sally make Our strongest Quarter take And so succesful prov'd that she Turn'd upon Love himself his own Artillery 2. Women as if the Body were there whole Did that and not the soul Transmit to their Posterity If in it something they conceiv'd Th' abortive Issue never liv'd 'T were shame and pity Orinda if in thee A Spirit so rich so noble and so high Should unmanur'd or barren lye But thou industriously has sow'd and till'd The fair and fruitful field And 't is a strange increase that it doth yield As when the happy Gods above Meet altogether at a feast A secret Joy unspeakably does move In their great Mother Cybele's contented breast With no less pleasure thou methinks shouldst see This thy no less Immortal Progeny And in their Birth thou no one touch dost find Of th' ancient Curse to Woman-kind Thou bring'st not forth with pain It neither travel is nor labour of thy brain So easily they from thee come And there is so much room In th' unexhausted and unfathom'd Womb. That like the Holland Countess thou mayst bear A child for every day of all the fertile year 3. Thou dost my wonder wouldst my envy raise If to be prais'd I lov'd more than to praise VVhere e're I see an excellency I must admire to see thy well knit sense Thy Numbers gentle and thy passions high Those as thy fore-head smooth these sparkling as thy eye 'T is solid and 't is manly all Or rather 't is Angelical For as in Angels we Do in thy Verses see Both improv'd Sexes eminently meet They are than Man more strong and more than VVoman sweet 4. They talk of Nine I know not who Female Chimera's that o're Poets reign I ne're could find that fancy true But have invok'd them oft I 'm sure in vain They talk of Sappho but alas the shame Ill manners soil the lustre of her Fame Orinda's inward virtue is so bright That like a Lanthorn's fair inclosed Light It through the paper shines where she does write Honour and Friendship and the Generous scorn Of things for which we were not born Things which of Custom by a fond Disease Like that of Girles our vicious Stomachs please Are the instructive Subjects of her pen And as the Roman Victory Taught our rude Land Arts and Civility At once she takes enslaves and governs Men. 5. But Rome with all her Arts could ne're inspire A Female Breast with such a fire The warlike Amazonian train Which in Elysium now do peaceful raign And wits milde Empire before Arms prefer Find 't will be setled in their sex by her Merlin the Prophet and sure he will not lye In such an awful Company Does Prophesies of Learn'd Orinda shew Which he had darkly spoke so long ago Ev'n Boadicia's angry Ghost Forgets her own misfortune and disgrace And to her injur'd Daughters now does boast That Romes o'recome at last by a woman of her Race Ode On Retirement NO no unfaithful World thou hast Too long my easie Heart betray'd And me too long thy restless ball hast made But I am wiser grown at last And will improve by all that I have past I know 't was just I should be practis'd on For I was told before And told in sober and instructive Lore How little all that trusted thee have won And yet I would make hast to be undone But by my sufferings I am better taught And shall no more commit that stupid fault Go get some other fool Whom thou may'st next Cajole On me thy frowns thou wilt in vain bestow For I know how To be as coy and as reserv'd as thou 2. In my remote and humble seat Now I 'm again possess'd Of that late fugitive my brest From all thy Tumult and from all thy heat I 'le find a quiet and a cool Retreat And on the Fetters I have worne Look with experienc'd and revengefull scorn In this my Soveraign Privacy 'T is true I cannot govern thee But yet my self I can subdue And that 's the nobler Empire of the two If every passion had got leave It 's satisfaction to receive Yet I would it a higher pleasure call To conquer one then to indulge them all 3. For thy inconstant Sea no more I 'le leave that safe and solid shore No though to prosper in the cheat Thou shouldst my Destiny defeat And make me be belov'd or Rich or Great Nor from my self shouldst me reclaim With all the noise and all the pomp of Fame Judiciously I 'le these despise Too small the Bargain and too great the price For them to cozen twice At length this secret I have learn'd Who will be happy must be unconcern'd Must all their comfort in their Bosom wear And seek their Power and their Treasure there 4. No other wealth will I aspire But that of Nature to admire Nor envy on a Lawrel will bestow Whilst I have any in my Garden grow And when I would be Great 'T is but ascending to a seat Which Nature in a lofty Rock has built A Throne as free from trouble as from Guilt Where when my soul her wings does raise Above what mortals fear or praise With Innocent and quiet Pride I 'le sit And see the humble VVaves pay tribute to my feet O! Life divine when free from joys diseas'd Not alwayes merry but 't is alwayes pleas'd 5. A Heart which is too great a thing To be a present for a Persian King Which God himself would have to be his Court And where bright Angels gladly would resort From its own height would much decline If this converse it should resign Ill natur'd VVorld for Thine Thy unwise rigour hath thy Empire lost It has not only set me free But it has let me see They only can of thy possession boast Who do enjoy thee least and
POEMS BY Several Persons DVBLIN Printed by John Crooke Printer to the Kings Most Excellent Majesty for Samuel Dancer next Door to the Bear and Ragged-Staffe in Castle-street 1663. To Mr. Cowley on his Davideis When to the VVorld thy Muse thou first didst show It caus'd in some VVonder and Sorrow too That such vast parts God unto Thee had sent And that they were not in his Praises spent But those which in this sacred Poem look Now find thy Blossoms for thy Fruit they took In differing Ages differing Muses shin'd Thy green the sence did feast thy ripe the Mind In this are met the most admir'd extreams The best of Poets and the best of Theams VVriting for Heaven thou art inspir'd from thence Thy Subject thus becomes thy Influence Scripture no more the Impious ear shall fright Now the best Duty is the best delight Thou dost the Dammin Duel so express VVe the Relation praise as the success Though there thy Hero did at once subdue Goliah Jonathan and Michal too That Act was Heavenly which at once could move That Brothers Friendship and that Sisters Love Great Jonathan in whom such Friendship shone That We like Him Prize it above a Throne Yet know not which in most esteem to hold The Friendship or the Friendship so well told His Character ne're reach'd its just Degree Unless when sung by David and by Thee He to a Friend such Acts can Friendship do The Crown did yield and kept the Friendship too VVhich clearly prov'd he for a Crown was fit If but because so well he yielded it But God gave him who best Mans worth does rate A Crown of Glory for a Crown of State He that with so much ease Goliah kill'd Does with more ease to Michals Beauty yield And higher satisfaction does express In this submission then in that success If we her Beauties owe not to thy wit Saul did his word excell in breaking it VVhose wrongs to David did a short way prove To Crown him both with Empire and with Love But how her eyes vast power can we suspect Since no less cause could show that great effect Yet since with such Resistless light they shone VVhich could not be but to her Father known VVhy did he Israel in such danger bring Her Eyes had done more then thy Hero's sling That but by death did act the Monsters fall But those alive had lead him unto Saul Lead him in Loves strong Bonds which all excel And are resistless as invisible But sure 't was fitter such a Nymph as she The Conquerour of his Conquerour should be And that those Lawrel Triumphs which he wore Should but see off her Mirtle Triumphs more Had Joab spoke such things as thou dost write He had been chief in Eloquence as fight David Goliah conquer'd by his sling But Joabs telling it did Moabs King Such an effect Fate ne're could have control'd The Act consider'd and how well 't was told What more by highest virtue could be wrought It conquer'd when it but Protection sought Thy Hero's virtue made it self amends For but one Foe it made and all else Friends His Musicks power so well thou dost Rehearse That still we hear it Charming in thy verse He made the Muses glorious by his Pen And They by Thine have made him so agen But where thou mak'st him Jonathan commend Thou show'st thy self great Poet and great Friend For of a brave Friend none could write so much But such a writer as is highly such But why doe'st Thou thy self and us so wrong As to begin and not conclude thy song For though thy Hero by thy verse is grown Much greater now then when he fill'd the Throne Yet place him there for thou whose lofty strain So well laments his wrongs shouldst sing his Reign Thy foes too Envy and thy Friends deplore Those that so much is writ these that no more To Orinda Madam VVHen I but knew you by report I fear'd the Praises of th' admiring Court Were but their Complements But now I must Confess what I thought Civil is scarce just For they imperfect Trophies to you raise You deserve Wonder and they pay but Praise A Praise which is as short of your great Due As all which yet have writ come short of you You to whom Wonder 's pay'd by double right Both for your Verses smoothness and their height In me it does not the least trouble breed That your fair Sex does Ours in Verse exceed Since every Poet this great Truth does prove Nothing so much inspires a Muse as Love Thence has your Sex the best Poetick Fires For what 's inspir'd must yield to what inspires And as our Sex resignes to yours the due So all of your bright Sex must yield to you Experience showes that never Fountain fed A stream which could ascend above its Head For those whose Wit fam'd Helicor does give To rise above its height durst never strive Their double Hill too though 't is often clear Yet often on it Clouds and Storms appear Let none admire then that the antient wit Shar'd in those Elements infused it Nor that your Muse then theirs ascends much higher She sharing in no Element but fire Past Ages could not think those things you do For their Hill was their Basis and Height too So that 't is Truth not Complement to tell Your lowest height their highest did excel Your nobler thoughts warm'd by a heav'nly Fire To their bright Centre constantly aspire And by the place to which they take their flight Leaves us no doubt from whence they have their light Your Merit has attain'd this high degree 'T is above Praise as much as Flattery And when in that we have drain'd all our store All grant from this nought can be distant more Though you have sung of Friendships power so well That you in that as well as wit excel Yet my own Interest obliges me To praise your practise more then Theory For by that kindness you your Friend did show The honour I obtain'd of knowing you In Pictures none hereafter will delight You draw more to the Life in Black and White The Pencil to your Pen must yield the place This draws the Soul where that draws but the Face Of blest Retirement such great truths you write That 't is my wish as much as your delight Our gratitude to praise it does think fit Since all you write are but effects of it You English Corneil's Pompey with such flame That you but raise our Wonder and his Fame If he could read it he like us would call The Copy greater then th' Original You cannot mend what is already done Unless you 'l finish what you have begun Who your Translation sees cannot but say That 't is Orinda's work and but his play The French to learn our Language now will seek To hear their greatest wit more nobly speak Rome too would grant were our tongue to her known Caesar speaks better in 't then in his own
and drinking in the Chair made out of the Reliques of Sir Francis Drakes Ship CHear up my Mates the wind does fairly blow Clap on more sail and never spare Farewell all Lands for now we are In the wide Sea of Drink and merrily we go Bless me 't is hot Another bowle of wine And we shall cut the Burning Line Hey Boyes she scuds away and by my head I know VVe round the VVorld are sailing now VVhat dull men are those who tarry at home VVhen abroad they might wantonly roame And gain such experience and spy too Such Countries and VVonders as I do But pray thee good Pilot take heed what you do And fail not to touch at Peru VVith Gold there the Vessel we 'll store And never and never be poor And never be poor any more 2. What do I mean what thoughts do me misguide As well upon a staffe may Witches ride Their fancy'd Journies in the Ayr As I sail round the Ocean in a Chair 'T is true but yet the Chair which here you see For all its quiet now and gravity Has wandred and has travailed more Then ever Beast or Fish or Bird or ever Tree before In every Ayre and every Sea 't has been 'T has compas'd all the Earth and all the Heaven that 's seen Let not the Popes it self with this compare This is the only Universal Chair 3. The pious Wandrers Fleet sav'd from the flame Which still the Reliques did of Troy pursue And took them for its due A Squadron of immortal Nymphs became Still with their Arms they roav'd about the Seas And still made new and greater Voyages Nor has the first Poetick Ship of Greece Though now a star she so Triumphant shew And guide her sailing Successors below Bright as her ancient freight the shining fleece Yet to this day a quiet harbour found The tide of Heaven still carries her around Only Drakes Sacred vessel which before Had done and had seen more Then those have done or seen Ev'n since they Goddesses and this a star has been As a reward for all her labour past Is made the seat of rest at last Let the case now quite alter'd be And as thou went'st abroad the World to see Let the World now come to see thee 4. The World will do 't for Curiosity Does no less then devotion Pilgrims make And I my self who now love quiet too As much almost as any Chair can do Would yet a journey take An old wheel of that Chariot to see Which Phaeton so rashly brake Yet what could that say more then these remains of Drake Great Relique thou too in this Port of ease Hast still one way of making Voyages The breath of fame like an auspicious Gale The great trade-wind which ne're does fail Shall drive thee round the VVorld and thou shalt run As long around it as the Sun The streights of time too narrow are for thee Lanch forth into an indiscovered Sea And steer the endless course of vast Eternity Take for thy sail this verse and for thy Pilot me The Country Mouse A Paraphrase upon Horace 2. book Satyr 6. AT the large foot of a fair hollow tree Close to plow'd ground seated commodiously His ancient and Hereditary house There dwelt a good substantial Countrey-Mouse Frugal and grave and carefull of the main Yet one who once did nobly entertain A City Mouse well coated sleek and grey A mouse of high degrees which lost his way Wantonly walking forth to take the Ayre And arriv'd early and alighted there For a dayes Lodging the good hearty Host The ancient plenty of his hall to boast Did all the stores produce that might excite With various tasts the Courtiers appetite Fitches and Beans Peason and Oats and Wheat And a large chesnut the delicious meat VVhich Jove himself were he a mouse would eat And for a Haut goust there was mixt with these The swerd of Bacon and the coat of Cheese The precious Reliques which at Harvest he Had gather'd from the Reapers luxury Freely said he fall on and never spare The bounteous Gods will for the morrow care And thus at ease on beds of straw they lay And to their Genius sacrific'd the day Yet the nice guests Epicurean mind Though breeding made him civil seem and kind Despis'd this Country feast and still his thought Upon the Cakes and Pies of London wrought Your bounty and civility said he VVhich I 'm surpris'd in these rude parts to see Shews that the Gods have given you a mind Too noble for the fate which here you find VVhy should a Soul so virtuous and so great Loose it self thus in an Obscure retreat Let savage Beasts lodge in a Country Den You should see Towns and Manners know and men And tast the generous Luxury of the Court Where all the Mice of quality resort VVhere thousand beauteous shee s about you move And by high fare are plyant made to love VVe all er'e long must render up our Breath No cave or hole can shelter us from death Since Life is so uncertain and so short Let 's spend it all in feasting and in sport Come worthy Sir come with me and partake All the great things that mortals happy make Alas what vertue hath sufficient Arms T' oppose bright honour or soft Pleasures Charms VVhat wisdom can their magick force repell It was the time when witty Poets tell That Phebus into Thetis bosom fell She blusht at first and then put out the light And drew the modest Curnains of the night Plainly the troth to tell the Sun was set And to the Town our wearied Travellours get To a Lords house as Lordly as can be Made for the use of Pride and Luxury They come the gentle Courtier at the door Stops and will hardly enter in before But this Sir you command and being so I 'm sworn t' obedience and so in they go Behind a hanging in a spacious room The richest works of Morclakes noblest Loom They wait awhile their wearyed Limbs to rest Till silence should invite them to the feast About the hour that Cynthia's Silver light Had touch'd the pale Meridies of the night At last the various Supper being done It happened that the Company was gone Into a room remote Servants and all To please their noble fancies with a Ball. Our Host leads forth his Stranger and does find All fitted to the bounties of his mind Still on the Table half fill'd dishes stood And with delicious bits the floor was strow'd The Courteous Mouse presents him with the best And both with fat varieties are blest Th' industrious Peasant every where does range And thanks the Gods for his Life 's happy change Loe in the midst of a well fraighted Pye They both at last glutted and wanton lye When see the sad Reverse of prosperous fate And what fierce storms on mortal glories wait With hideous noise down the rude Servants come Six dogs before run barking in the room The wretched gluttons
Bounty they repay And her sole Laws religiously obey Some with bold Labour plough the faithless main Some rougher storms in Princes Courts sustain Some swell up their sleight sails with pop'lar fame Charm'd with the foolish whistlings of a name Some their vain wealth to Earth again commit With endless cares some brooding o're it sit Country and Friends are by some Wretches sold To lye on Tyrian Beds and drink in Gold No price too high for profit can be shown Not Brothers blood nor hazards of their own Around the World in search of it they roam It makes ev'n their Antipodes their home Mean while the prudent Husbandman is found In mutual duties striving with his ground And half the year he care of that does take That half the year grateful return does make Each fertile moneth does some new gifts present And with new work his industry content This the young Lamb that the soft Fleece doth yield This loads with Hey and that with Corn the Field All sorts of Fruit crown the rich Autumns Pride And on a swelling Hills warm stony side The powerful Princely Purple of the Vine Twice dy'd with the redoubled Sun does shine In th' Evening to a fair ensuing day With joy he sees his Flocks and Kids to play And loaded Kyne about his Cottage stand Inviting with known sound the Milkers hand And when from wholsom labour he doth come With wishes to be there and wish't for home He meets at home the softest humane blisses His chast Wives welcom and dear Childrens kisses And when the Rural Holy dayes invite His Genius forth to innocent delight On Earths fair bed beneath some sacred shade Amidst his equal friends carelesly laid He sings thee Bacchus Patron of the Vine The Beechen Boul foams with a flood of Wine Not to the loss of reason or of strength To active games and manly sport at length Their mirth ascends and with fill'd veins they see VVho can the best at better trials be Such was the Life the prudent Sabins chose From such the old Hetrurian vertue rose Such Remus and the God his Prother led From such firm footing Rome grew the VVorld's head Such was the Life that ev'n till now does raise The honour of poor Saturns golden dayes Before Men born of Earth and buryed there Let in the Sea their mortal fate to share Before new wayes of perishing were sought Before unskilful Death on Anvils wrought Before those Beasts which humane Life sustain By men unless to the Gods use were slain Claudians's Old Man of Verona HAppy the Man who his whole time doth bound Within th' enclosure of his little ground Happy the Man whom the same humble place Th' hereditary Cottage of his Race From his first rising infancy has known And by degrees sees gently bending down VVith natural propensions to that Earth VVhich both preserv'd his Life and gave him birth Him no false distant lights by fortune set Could ever into foolish wandrings get He never dangers either saw or fear'd The dreadful storms at Sea he never heard He never heard the shrill alarms of war Or the worse noyses of the Lawyers bar No change of Consuls mark 's to him the year The change of seasons is his Calendar The cold and heat VVinter and Summer showes Autumne by fruits and spring by flourish knows He measures time by Land-marks and has found For the whole day the Dial of his ground A neighbouring wood borne with himself he sees And loves his old contemporary trees He only heard of near Verona's Name And knowes it like the Indies but by fame Does with a like concernment notice take Of the Red-Sea and of Benacoes lake Thus Health and Strength to a third age enjoyes And sees a long Posterity of Boyes About the spacious VVorld let others roam The Voyage life is longest made at home Martial Book 10. Epigram 96. An Epigram ME who have liv'd so long among the great You wonder to hear talk of a Retreat And a retreat so distant as may shew No thoughts of a return when once I go Give me a Country how remote so e're VVhere happiness a mod'rate rate does bear VVhere poverty it self in plenty flowes And all the solidness of Riches knowes The ground about the house maintains it there The house maintains the ground about it here Here even hunger's dear and a full board Devours the vital substance of the Lord. The Land it self does there the feast bestow The Land it self must here to Market go Three or four suits one Winter here does waste One suit does there three or four Winters last Here every frugal Man must oft be cold And little Luke-warm-fires are to you sold There fires an Element as cheap and free Almost as any of the other be Stay you then here and live amongst the Great Attend their sports and at their tables eat When all the bounties here of men you score The places bounty there shall give you more A Paraphrase on the 9 th Ode of Horace his third book that begins with Donec gratus eram tibi 1. WHile but thy self I did think nothing fair And all thy heart fell to my share And others did at distance gaze On the glories of thy face Like Persians worshiping the Sun My Empire o're thy Soul was great Thy power o're mine too was compleat And then my greatest Power and Wealth begun When to thee I most tribute paid When to thee I my self was tribute made 'T was then my self I did repute Even than a Persian King more absolute And then him to be happier far Though he were Brother to his God the Sun and every Star Lydia 2. Before you did my Beauties power depose And Chloe was my bright Successor chose I was far happier too Then Persian Queens or Kings or you Although I grant it is a nobler thing To be a Roman Poet than a Persian King Honour which Women value more Than Men their beauties can adore I did enjoy while I was woo'd by thee More then the Roman Ilia that great she Who brought forth him that did to Rome give birth Rome the great Queen and Mistress of the Earth Rome that is thirty thousand strong in Gods Yet of them all with ease I got the ods While I did worship only thee And thou too didst as much for me And the World thought our love a Deity Horace 3. I have another Empress at this hour And own fair Chloe as the present power O when ever Chloe sings And her Theorbos trembling strings The passions of her voice express As her voice doth those of her soul confess I think not of her face and hand Nor of the wit her tongue doth then command Nor of her quick and sparkling eye From whence Meridian beams do alwayes fly Her voice alone doth all my thoughts controul In that Air lyes the Center of my Soul Just as the Earth the Center of the World Is fixt in ambient ayr about it hurl'd And