Groves all Earthly that excel And think to wean us from our Loves below By dazling Objects which we cannot know On Death TEll me thou safest End of all our Woe Why wreched Mortals do avoid thee so Thou gentle drier o' th' afflicteds Tears Thou noble ender of the Cowards Fears Thou sweet Repose to Lovers sad dispaire Thou Calm t'Ambitions rough Tempestuous Care If in regard of Bliss thou wert a Curse And then the Joys of Paradise art worse Yet after Man from his first Station fell And God from Eden Adam did expel Thou wert no more an Evil but Relief The Balm and Cure to ev'ry Humane Grief Through thee what Man had forfeited before He now enjoys and ne'r can loose it more No subtile Serpents in the Grave betray Worms on the Body there not Soul do prey No Vice there Tempts no Terrors there afright No Coz'ning Sin affords a false delight No vain Contentions do that Peace annoy No feirce Alarms break the lasting Joy Ah since from thee so many Blessings flow Such real Good as Life can never know Come when thou wilt in thy afrighting'st Dress Thy Shape shall never make thy Welcome less Thou mayst to Joy but ne'er to Fear give Birth Thou Best as well as Certain'st thing on Earth Fly thee May Travellers then fly their Rest And hungry Infants fly the profer'd Brest No those that faint and tremble at thy Name Fly from their Good on a mistaken Fame Thus Childish fear did Israel of old From Plenty and the Promis'd Land with-hold They fancy'd Giants and refus'd to go When Canaan did with Milk and Honey flow First EPIGRAM Upon being Contented with a Little WE deem them moderate but Enough implore What barely will suffice and ask no more Who say O Jove a competency give Neither in Luxury or Want we 'd live But what is that which these Enough do call If both the Indies unto some should fall Such Wealth would yet Enough but onely be And what they 'd term not Want or Luxury Among the Suits O Jove my humbler take A little give I that Enough will make The Second EPIGRAM On BILLINDA WAnton Bellinda loudly does complain I 've chang'd my Love of late into disdain Calls me unconstant cause I now adore The chast Marcella that lov'd her before Sin or Dishonour me as well may blame That I repent or do avoid a shame The Third EPIGRAM On an ATHEIST POsthumus boasts he does not Thunder fear And for this cause would Innocent appear That in his Soul no Terrour he does feel At threatn'd Vultures or Ixion's Wheel Which fright the Guilty But when Fabius told What Acts 'gainst Murder lately were enrol'd 'Gainst Incest Rapine straight upon the Tale His Colour chang'd and Posthumus grew pale His Impious Courage had no other Root But that the Villaine Atheist was to boot The Fourth EPIGRAM On GALLA NOw liquid Streams by the fierce Cold do grow As solid as the Rocks from whence they flow Now Tibers Banks with Ice united meet And it 's firm Stream may well be term'd its Street Now Vot'ries 'fore the Shrines like Statues show And scarce the Men from Images we know Now Winters Palsey seizes ev'ry Age And none's so warm but feels the Seasons Rage Even the bright Lillies and triumphant Red Which o're Corinna's youthful cheeks are spred Look pale and bleak and shew a purple hew And Violets staine where Roses lately grew Galla alone with wonder we behold Maintain her Spring and still out-brave the Cold Her constant white does not to Frost give place Nor fresh Vermillion fade upon her face Sure Divine beauty in this Dame does shine Not Humane one reply'd yet not Divine A Farewel To Worldly Joys FArewel ye Unsubstantial Joyes Ye Gilded Nothings Gaudy Toyes Too long ye have my Soul misled Too long with Aiery Diet fed But now my Heart ye shall no more Deceive as you have heretofore For when I hear such Sirens sing Like Ithacas's fore-warned King With prudent Resolution I Will so my Will and Fancy tye That stronger to the Mast not he Than I to Reason bound will be And though your Witchcrafts strike my Ear Unhurt like him your Charms I 'll hear THE Complaint of a Lover SEest thou younder craggy Rock Whose Head o'er-looks the swelling Main Where never Shepherd fed his Flock Or careful Peasant sow'd his Grain No wholesome Herb grows on the same Or Bird of Day will on it rest 'T is Barren as the Hopeless Flame That scortches my tormented Breast Deep underneath a Cave does lie Th' entrance hid with dismal Yew Where Phebus never shew'd his Eye Or cheerful Day yet pierced through In that dark Melancholy Cell Retreate and Sollace to my Woe Love sad Dispair and I do dwell The Springs from whence my Griefs do flow Treacherous Love that did appear When he at first approach't my Heart Drest in a Garb far from severe Or threatning ought of future smart So Innocent those Charms then seem'd When Rosalinda first I spy'd Ah! Who would them have deadly deem'd But Flowrs do often Serpents hide Beneath those sweets conceal'd lay To Love the cruel Foe Disdain With which alas she does repay My Constant and Deserving Pain When I in Tears have spent the Night With Sighs I usher in the Sun Who never saw a sadder sight In all the Courses he has run Sleep which to others Ease does prove Comes unto me alas in vain For in my Dreams I am in Love And in them too she does Disdain Some times t' Amuse my Sorrow I Unto the hollow Rocks repair And loudly to the Eccho cry Ah! gentle Nimph come ease my Care Thou who times past a Lover wer 't Ah! pity me who now am so And by a sense of thine own smart Alleviate my Mighty Woe Come Flatter then or Chide my Grief Catch my last Words and call me Fool Or say she Loves for my Relief My Passion either sooth or School Love the Soul of Poetry WHen first Alexis did in Verse delight His Muse in Low but Graceful Numbers walk't And now and then a little Proudly stalk't But never aim'd at any noble Flight The Herds the Groves the gentle purling Streams Adorn'd his Song and were his highest Theams But Love these Thoughts like Mists did soon disperse Enlarg'd his Fancy and set free his Muse Biding him more Illustrious Subjects choose The Acts of Gods and God-like Men reherse From thence new Raptures did his Breast inspire His fearce Warm-Heart converted was to Fire Th' exalted Poet rais'd by this new Flame With Vigor flys where late he crept along And Acts Divine in a Diviner Song Commits to the eternal Trompe of Fame And thus Alexis does prove Love to be As the Worlds Soul the Soul of Poetry To my Lady Berkeley Afflicted upon her Son My Lord BERKELEY's Early Engaging in the Sea Service SO the renown'd Ithacâ—â—â—ian Queen In Tears for her Telemachus was seen When leaving Home he did attempt the Ire Of rageing
to thy State and Birth Things so incompatible should be joyn'd Passions should thee confound to Heaven assign'd Passions that do the Soul unguarded lay And to the strokes of Fortune ope ' a way Were 't not that these thy Force did from thee take How bold how brave Resistance would'st thou make Defie the Strength and Malice of thy Foes Unmoved stand the Worlds United Blows For what is 't Man unto thy Better Part That thou or Sick or Poor or Captive art Since no Material Stroke the Soul can feel The smart of Fire or yet the Edge of Steel As little can it Worldly Joys partake Though it the Body does its Agent make And joyntly with it Servile Labour bear For Things alas in which it cannot share Surveigh the Land and Sea by Heavens embrac't Thou 'lt find no sweet th' Immortal Soul can tast Why dost thou then O Man thy self torment Good here to gain or Evils to prevent Who only Miserable or Happy art As thou neglects or wisely act'st thy Part. For shame then rouse thy self as from a Sleep The long neglected Reins let Reason keep The Charret mount and use both Lash and Bit Nobly resolve and thou wilt firmly sit Fierce Anger boggling Fear Pride prauncing still Bounds-hating Hope Desire which nought can fill Are stubborn all but thou may'st give them Law Th' are hard-Mouth'd Horses but they well can draw Lash on and the well govern'd Charret drive Till thou a Victor at the Goal arrive Where the free Soul does all her burden leave And Joys commensurate to her self receive Vpon the saying that my VERSES were made by another NExt Heaven my Vows to thee O Sacred Muse I offer'd up nor didst thou them refuse O Queen of Verse said I if thou 'lt inspire And warm my Soul with thy Poetique Fire No Love of Gold shall share with thee my Heart Or yet Ambition in my Brest have Part More Rich more Noble I will ever hold The Muses Laurel than a Crown of Gold An Undivided Sacrifice I 'le lay Upon thine Altar Soul and Body pay Thou shalt my Pleasure my Employment be My All I 'le make a Holocaust to thee The Deity that ever does attend Prayers so sincere to mine did condescend I writ and the Judicious prais'd my Pen Could any doubt Insuing Glory then What pleasing Raptures fill'd my Ravisht Sense How strong how Sweet Fame was thy Influence And thine False Hope that to my flatter'd sight Didst Glories represent so Near and Bright By thee deceiv'd methought each Verdant Tree Apollos transform'd Daphne seem'd to be And ev'ry fresher Branch and ev'ry Bow Appear'd as Garlands to empale my Brow The Learn'd in Love say Thus the Winged Boy Does first approach drest up in welcome Joy At first he to the Cheated Lovers sight Nought represents but Rapture and Delight Alluring Hopes Soft Fears which stronger bind Their Hearts than when they more assurance find Embolden'd thus to Fame I did commit By some few hands my most Unlucky Wit But ah the sad effects that from it came What ought t' have brought me Honour brought me shame Like Esops Painted Jay I seem'd to all Adorn'd in Plumes I not my own could call Rifl'd like her each one my Feathers tore And as they thought unto the Owner bore My Laurels thus an Others Brow adorn'd My Numbers they Admir'd but Me they scorn'd An others Brow that had so rich a store Of Sacred Wreaths that circled it before Where mine quite lost like a small stream that ran Into a Vast and Boundless Ocean Was swallow'd up with what it joyn'd and drown'd And that Abiss yet no Accession found Orinda Albions and her Sexes Grace Ow'd not her Glory to a Beauteous Face It was her Radiant Soul that shon With-in Which struk a Lustre through her Outward Skin That did her Lips and Cheeks with Roses dy Advanc't her Height and Sparkled in her Eye Nor did her Sex at all obstruct her Fame But higher 'mong the Stars it fixt her Name What she did write not only all allow'd But ev'ry Laurel to her Laurel bow'd Th' Envious Age only to Me alone Will not allow what I do write my Own But let 'em Rage and 'gainst a Maide Conspire So Deathless Numbers from my Tuneful Lyre Do ever flow so Phebus I by thee Divinely Inspired and possest may be I willingly accept Cassandras Fate To speak the Truth although believ'd too late On the Birth-Day of Queen Katherine WHile yet it was the Empire of the Night And Stars still check'r'd Darkness with their Light From Temples round the cheerful Bells did ring But with the Peales a churlish Storm did sing I slumbr'd and the Heavens like things did show Like things which I had seen and heard below Playing on Harps Angels did singing fly But through a cloudy and a troubl'd Sky Some fixt a Throne and Royal Robes display'd And then a Massie Cross upon it laid I wept and earnestly implor'd to know Why Royal Ensigns were disposed so An Angel said The Emblem thou hast seen Denotes the Birth-Day of a Saint and Queen Ah Glorious Minister I then reply'd Goodness and Bliss together do reside In Heaven and thee why then on Earth below These two combin'd so rarely do we know He said Heaven so decrees and such a Sable Morne Was that in which the Son of God was borne Then Mortal wipe thine Eyes and cease to rave God darkn'd Heaven when He the World did save TO My Lord Colrane In Answer to his Complemental Verses sent me under the Name of CLEANOR LOng my dull Muse in heavy slumbers lay Indulging Sloth and to soft Ease gave way Her Fill of Rest resolving to enjoy Or fancying little worthy her employ When Noble Cleanors obliging Strains Her the neglected Lyre to tune constrains Confus'd at first she rais'd her drowsie Head Ponder'd a while then pleas'd forsook her Bed Survey'd each Line with Fancy richly fraught Re-read and then revolv'd them in her Thought And can it be she said and can it be That 'mong the Great Ones I a Poet see The Great Ones who their Ill-spent time devide 'Twixt dang'rous Politicks and formal Pride Destructive Vice expensive Vanity In worse Ways yet if Worse there any be Leave to Inferiours the despised Arts Let their Retainers be the Men of Parts But here with Wonder and with Joy I find I'th'Noble Born a no less Noble Mind One who on Ancestors does not rely For Fame in Merit as in Title high The Severe Godess thus approv'd the Laies Yet too much pleas'd alas with her own Praise But to vain Pride My Muse cease to give place Virgils immortal Numbers once did grace A Smother'd Gnat by high Applause is shown If undeserv'd the Praisers worth alone Nor that you should believ 't is't always meant 'T is often for Instruction only sent To praise men to Amendment and display By its Perfection where their Weakness lay This Use of these Applauding Numbers make Them for
place So hard it is even Wiser grown to take Th' Impression out which Fancy once did make Believe me Nymphs believe my hoary hairs Truth and Experience waits on many years Before the Eldest of you Light beheld A Nymph we had in Beauty all excell'd Rodanthe call'd in whom each Grace did shine Could make a Mortal Maid appear Divine And none could say where most her Charms did lye In her inchanting Tongue or conquering Eye Her Vertue yet her Beauties so out-shon As Beauty did the Garments she put on Among the Swains which here their Flocks then fed Alcander with the highest held his head The most Accomplish't was esteem'd to be Of comely Forme well-grac't Activity The Muses too like him did none inspire None so did stop the Pipe or touch the Lyre Sweet was his Voice and Eloquent his Tongue Alike admired when he Spoke or Sung But these so much Excelling parts the Swain With Imperfections no less Great did stain For proud he was of an Ungovern'd Will With Love Familiar but a Stranger still To Faith and Constancy and did his Heart Retaining none expose to ev'ry Dart. Hapless Rodanthe the Fond Rover caught To whom for Love with usual Arts he sought Which she ah too unwary did bestow 'Cause True her self believ'd that he was so But he alas more wav'ring than the Wind Streight broke the Chain she thought so fast did bind For he no sooner saw her Heart was gain'd But he as soon the Victory disdain'd Mad Love else-where as if 't were like Renown Hearts to subdue as to take in a Town But in the One as Manhood does prevail Both Truth and Manhood in the other fail And now the Nymph of late so gay and bright The Glory of the Plains and the Delight Who still in Wit and Mirth all Pastimes led Hung like a wither'd Flow'r her drooping Head I need not tell the Grief Rodanthe found How all that should asswage enrag'd her Wound Her Form her Fame her Vertue Riches Wit Like Deaths sad Weights upon her Soul did sit Or else like Furies stood before her Face Still urging and Upbraiding her Disgrace In that the World could yield her no Content But what alone the False Alcander sent 'T was said through just Disdain at last she broke The Disingenious and Unworthy Yoke But this I know her Passion held long time Constancy though Unhappy is no Crime Remember when you Love from that same hour Your Peace you put into your Lovers Power From that same hour from him you Laws receive And as he shall ordain you Joy or Grieve Hope Fear Laugh Weep Reason aloof does stand Disabl'd both to Act and to Command Oh Cruel Fetters rather wish to feel On your soft Limbs the Gauling Weight of Steel Rather to bloudy Wounds oppose your Breast No Ill by which the Body can be prest You will so sensible a Torment find As Shackles on your captivated Mind The Mind from Heaven its high Descent did draw And brooks uneasily any other Law Than what from Reason dictated shall be Reason a kind of In-mate Deity Which only can adapt to ev'ry Soul A Yoke so fit and light that the Controle All Liberty excels so sweet a Sway The same 't is to be Happy and Obey Commands so Wise and with Rewards so drest That the according Soul replys I 'm Blest This teaches rightly how to Love and Hate To fear and hope by Measure and just Weight What Tears in Grief ought from our Eyes to flow What Transport in Felicity to show In ev'ry Passion how to steer the Will Tho rude the Shock to keep it steady still Oh happy Mind what words can speak thy Bliss When in a Harmony thou mov'ft like this Your Hearts fair Virgins keep smooth as your Brow Not the least Am'rous Passion there allow Hold not a Parly with what may betray Your inward Freedom to a Forraign Sway And while thus ore your selves you Queens remain Unenvy'd ore the World let others reign The highest Joy which from Dominion flows Is short of what a Mind well-govern'd knows Whither my Muse would'st uncontrouled run Contend in Motion with the restless Sun Immortal thou but I a mortal Sire Exhaust my strength and Hearers also tire Al. O Heaven-taught Bard to Ages couldst prolong Thy Soul-instructing Health-infusing Song I with unweary'd Appetite could hear And wish my Senses were turn'd all to Ear. Alcim Old Man thy frosty Precepts well betray Thy Blood is cold and that thy Head is grey Who past the Pleasure Love and Youth can give To spoyl't in others now dost only live Wouldst thou indeed if so thou couldst perswade The Fair whose Charms have many Lovers made Should feel Compassion for no one they wound But be to all Inexorable found Me. Young man if my advice thou well hadst weigh'd Thou would'st have found for either Sex 't was made And would from Womens Beauty thee no less Preserve than them secure from thy Address But let thy Youth thy rash Reproach excuse Alci Fairest Amira let him not abuse Thy gentle Heart by his imprinting there His doting Maxims But I will not fear For when 'gainst Love he fiercest did inveigh Methoughts I saw thee turn with Scorn away Ami. Alcimedon according to his Will Does all my Words and Looks interpret still But I shall learn at length how to Disdain Or at the least more cunningly to feign Alci No wonder thou Alcimedon art rude When with no Gen'rous Quality endu'd But hop'st by railing Words Vice to defend Which Foulers made by having such a Friend Amira thou art warn'd wisely beware Leap not with Open-Eyes into the Snare The Faith that 's given to thee was given before To Nais Amoret and many more The Perjur'd did the Gods to Witness call That unto each he was the only Thrall Aste Y 'ave made his Cheeks with Conscious blushes glow Alci 'T is the best Colour a False Heart can show And well it is with Guilt some shame remains Meli. Hast Shepherd hast to cleanse away thy stains Let not thy Youth of Time the goodly spring Neglected pass that nothing forth it bring But noxious Weeds which cultivated might Produce such Crops as now would thee delight And give thee after Fame For Vertues Fruit Believe it not alone with Age does sute Nought adorns Youth like to a Noble Mind In thee this Union let Amira find Lici O fear her not she 'l serve him in his kind Meli. See how Discourse upon the Time does prey Those hours pass swiftest that we talk away Declining Sol forsaken hath the Fields And Mountains highest Summits only gildes Which warns us home-wards with our Flocks to make Alci Along with thee our Thanks and Praises take Aste In which our Hearts do all in One unite Lici Our Wishes too That on thy Head may light What e're the Gods as their Best Gifts bestow Meli. Kind Nymphs on you may Equal Blessings flow On my Aunt Mrs A. K. Drown'd
under London-bridge in the QUEENS Bardge Anno 1641. THe Darling of a Father Good and Wise The Vertue which a Vertuous Age did prize The Beauty Excellent even to those were Faire Subscrib'd unto by such as might compare The Star that 'bove her Orb did always move And yet the Noblest did not Hate but Love And those who most upon their Title stood Vail'd also to because she did more Good To whom the Wrong'd and Worthy did resort And held their Sutes obtain'd if only brought The highest Saint in all the Heav'n of Court So Noble was her Aire so Great her Meen She seem'd a Friend not Servant to the Queen To Sin if known she never did give way Vice could not Storm her could it not betray When angry Heav'n extinguisht her fair Light It seem'd to say Nought's Precious in my sight As I in Waves this Paragon have drown'd The Nation next and King I will confound On a young Lady Whose LORD was Travelling NO sooner I pronounced Celindas name But Troops of wing'd Pow'rs did chant the same Not those the Poets Bows and Arrows lend But such as on the Altar do attend Celinda nam'd Flow'rs spring up from the Ground Excited meerly with the Charming Sound Celinda the Courts Glory and its fear The gaz'd at Wonder where she does appear Celinda great in Birth greater in Meen Yet none so humble as this Fair-One's seen Her Youth and Beauty justly might disdain But the least Pride her Glories ne're did stain Celinda of each State th' ambitious Strife At once a Noble Virgin and a Wife Who while her Gallant Lord in Forraign parts Adorns his Youth with all accomplisht Arts Grows ripe at home in Vertue more than Years And in each Grace a Miracle appears When other of her Age a madding go To th' Park and Plays and ev'ry publick Show Proud from their Parents Bondage they have broke Though justly freed she still does wear the Yoke Preferring more her Mothers Friend to be Than Idol of the Towns Loose-Gallantry On her she to the Temple does attend Where they their Blessed Hours both save and spend They Smile they Joy together they do Pray You 'd think two Bodies did One Soul obey Like Angels thus they do reflect their Bliss And their bright Vertues each the other kiss Return young Lord while thou abroad dost rome The World to see thou loosest Heaven at Home ON THE Dutchess of Grafton Vnder the Name of ALINDA A Song I. TH' ambitious Eye that seeks alone Where Beauties Wonders most are shown Of all that bounteous Heaven displays Let him on bright Alinda gaze And in her high Example see All can admir'd or wisht-for be II. An unmatch't Form Mind like endow'd Estate and Title great and proud A Charge Heaven dares to few commit So few like her can manage it Without all Blame or Envy bear The being Witty Great and Fair III. So well these Murd'ring Weapons weild As first Herself with them to shield Then slaughter none in proud Disport Destroy those she invites to Gourt Great are her Charmes but Vertue more She wounds no Hearts though All adore IV. 'T is Am'rous Beauty Love invites A Passion like it self excites The Paragon though all admire Kindles in none a fond desire No more than those the Kings Renown And State applaud affect his Crown These following Fragments among many more were found among her Papers Penelope to Ulysses REturn my dearest Lord at length return Let me no longer your sad absence mourn Ilium in Dust does no more Work afford No more Employment for your Wit or Sword Why did not the fore-seeing Gods destroy Helin the Fire-brand both of Greece and Troy E're yet the Fatal Youth her Face had seen E're lov'd and born away the wanton Queen Then had been stopt the mighty Floud of Woe Which now both Greece and Phrygia over-flow Then I these many Teares should not have shed Nor thou the source of them to War been led I should not then have trembled at the Fame Of Hectors warlike and victorious Name Why did I wish the Noble Hector Slain Why Ilium ruin'd Rise O rise again Again great City flourish from thine Urne For though thou' rt burn'd my Lord does not return Sometimes I think but O most Cruel Thought That for thy Absence th' art thy self in fault That thou art captiv'd by some captive Dame Who when thou fired'st Troy did thee inflame And now with her thou lead'st thy am'rous Life Forgetful and despising of thy Wife An Epitaph on her Self WHen I am Dead few Friends attend my Hearse And for a Monument I leave my VERSE An ODE A Rise my Dove from mid'st of Pots arise Thy sully'd Habitation leave To Dust no longer cleave Unworthy they of Heaven that will not view the Skies Thy native Beauty re-assume Prune each neglected Plume Till more than Silver white Then burnisht Gold more bright Thus ever ready stand to take thy Eternal Flight II. The Bird to whom the spacious Aire was given As in a smooth and trackless Path to go A Walk which does no Limits know Pervious alone to Her and Heaven Should she her Airy Race forget On Earth affect to walk and sit Should she so high a Priviledge neglect As still on Earth to walk and sit affect What could she of Wrong complain Who thus her Birdly Kind doth stain If all her Feathers moulted were And naked she were left and bare The Jest and Scorn of Earth and Aire III. The Bird of Paradice the Soul Extemporary Counsel given to a Young Gallant in a Frolick AS you are Young if you 'l be also Wise Danger with Honour court Quarrels despise Believe you then are truly Brave and Bold To Beauty when no Slave and less to Gold When Vertue you dare own not think it odd Or ungenteel to say I fear a God These Three following ODES being found among Mrs Killigrews Papers I was willing to Print though none of hers Cloris Charmes Dissolved by EUDORA I. NOt that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispaire Or thy Love Cloris End my Care And back my Steps command But if hereafter thou Retire To quench with Tears thy Wandring Fire This Clue I 'll leave behinde By which thou maist untwine The Saddest Way To shun the Day That ever Grief did find II. First take thy Hapless Way Along the Rocky Northern Shore Infamous for the Matchless Store Of Wracks within that Bay None o're the Cursed Beach e're crost Unless the Robb'd the Wrack'd or Lost Where on the Strand lye spread The Sculls of many Dead Their mingl'd Bones Among the Stones Thy Wretched Feet must tread III. The Tiees along the Coast Stretch forth to Heaven their blasted Arms As if they plaind the North-winds harms And-Youthful Verdure lost There stands a Grove of Fatal Ewe Where Sun nere pierc't nor Wind ere blew In it a Brooke doth fleet The Noise must guide thy Feet For there 's no Light But all is Night And
Darkness that you meet IV. Follow th' Infernal Wave Until it spread into a Floud Poysoning the Creatures of the Wood There twice a day a Slave I know not for what Impious Thing Bears thence the Liquor of that Spring It adds to the sad Place To hear how at each Pace He curses God Himself his Load For such his Forlorn Case V. Next make no Noyse nor talk Until th' art past a Narrow Glade Where Light does only break the Shade 'T is a Murderers Walk Observing this thou need'st not fear He sleeps the Day or Wakes elsewhere Though there 's no Clock or Chime The Hour he did his Crime His Soul awakes His Conscience quakes And warns him that 's the Time VI. Thy Steps must next advance Where Horrour Sin and Spectars dwell Where the Woods Shade seems turn'd Hell Witches here Nightly Dance And Sprights joyn with them when they call The Murderer dares not view the Ball. For Snakes and Toads conspire To make them up a Quire And for their Light And Torches bright The Fiends dance all on fire VII Press on till thou descrie Among the Trees sad gastly wan Thinne as the Shadow of a Man One that does ever crie She is not and she ne're will be Despair and Death come swallow me Leave him and keep thy way No more thou now canst stray Thy Feet do stand In Sorrows Land It 's Kingdomes every way VIII Here Gloomy Light will shew Reard like a Castle to the Skie A Horrid Cliffe there standing nigh Shading a Creek below In which Recess there lies a Cave Dreadful as Hell still as the Grave Sea-Monsters there abide The coming of the Tide No Noise is near To make them fear God-sleep might there reside IX But when the Boysterous Seas With Roaring Waves resumes this Cell You 'd swear the Thunders there did dwell So lowd he makes his Plea So Tempests bellow under ground And Ecchos multiply the Sound This is the place I chose Changeable like my Woes Now calmly Sad Then Raging Mad As move my Bitter Throwes X. Such Dread besets this Part That all the Horrour thou hast past Are but Degrees to This at last The sight must break thy Heart Here Bats and Owles that hate the Light Fly and enjoy Eternal Night Scales of Serpents Fish-bones Th'Adders Eye and Toad-stones Are all the Light Hath blest my Sight Since first began my Groans XI When thus I lost the Sense Of all the heathful World calls Bliss And held it Joy those Joys to miss When Beauty was Offence Celestial Strains did read the Aire Shaking these Mansions of Despaire A Form Divine and bright Stroke Day through all that Night As when Heav'ns Queen In Hell was seen With wonder and affright XII The Monsters fled for fear The Terrors of the Cursed Wood Dismantl'd were and where they stood No longer did appear The Gentle Pow'r which wrought this thing Eudora was who thus did sing Dissolv'd is Cloris spell From whence thy Evils fell Send her this Clue 'T is there most due â—â—d thy Phantastick Hell Upon a Little Lady Under the Discipline of an Excellent Person I. HOw comes the Day orecast the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon as if his Course were run He never rose more proud more glad more gay Ne're courted Daphne with a brighter Ray And now in Clouds he wraps his Head As if not Daphne but himself were dead And all the little Winged Troop Forbear to sing and sit and droop The Flowers do languish on their Beds And fading hang their Mourning Heads The little Cupids discontented shew In Grief and Rage one breaks his Bow An other tares his Cheeks and Haire A third fits blubring in Despaire Confessing though in Love he be A Powerful Dreadful Deitie A Child in Wrath can do as much as he Whence is this Evil hurl'd On all the sweetness of the World Among those Things with Beauty shine Both Humane natures and Divine There was not so much sorrow spi'd No not that Day the sweet Adonis died II. Ambitious both to know the Ill and to partake The little Weeping Gods I thus bespake Ye Noblest Pow'rs and Gentlest that Above Govern us Men but govern still with Love Vouchsafe to tell what can that Sorrow be Disorders Heaven and wounds a Deitie My Prayer not spoken out One of the Winged Rout With Indignation great Sprung from his Airie-Seat And mounting to a Higher Cloud With Thunder or a Voice as loud Cried Mortal there there seek the Grief o'th'Gods Where thou findst Plagues and their revengeful Rods And in the Instant that the Thing was meant He bent his Bow his Arrow plac't and to the mark it sent I follow'd with my watchful Eye To the Place where the Shaft did flie But O unheard-of Prodigy It was retorted back again And he that sent it felt the pain Alas I think the little God was therewith slain But wanton Darts ne're pierce where Honours found And those that shoot them do their own Breasts wound III. The Place from which the Arrow did return Swifter then sent and with the speed did burn Was a Proud Pile which Marble Columnes bare Tarrast beneath and open to the Aire On either side Cords of wove Gold did tie A purfl'd Curtain hanging from on high To clear the Prospect of the stately Bower And boast the Owners Dignity and Power This shew'd the Scene from whence Loves grief arose And Heaven and Nature both did discompose A little Nymph whose Limbs divinely bright Lay like a Body of Collected Light But not to Love and Courtship so disclos'd But to the Rigour of a Dame oppos'd Who instant on the Faire with Words and Blows Now chastens Error and now Virtue shews IV. But O thou no less Blind Than Wild and Savage Mind Who Discipline dar'st name Thy Outrage and thy shame And hop'st a Radiant Crown to get All Stars and Glory to thy Head made fit Know that this Curse alone shall Serpent-like incircle it May'st thou henceforth be ever seen to stand Grasping a Scourge of Vipers in thy Hand Thy Hand that Furie like But see By Apollos Sacred Tree By his ever Tuneful Lyre And his bright Image the Eternal Fire Eudoras she has done this Deed And made the World thus in its Darling bleed I know the Cruel Dame Too well instructed by my Flame But see her shape But see her Face In her Temple such is Diana's Grace Behold her Lute upon the Pavement lies When Beautie 's wrong'd no wonder Musick dies V. What blood of Centaurs did thy Bosom warme And boyle the Balsome there up to a Storme Nay Balsome flow'd not with so soft a Floud As thy Thoughts Evenly Virtuous Mildly Good How could thy Skilful and Harmonious Hand That Rage of Seas and People could command And calme Diseases with the Charming strings Such Discords make in the whole Name of Things But now I see the Root of thy Rash Pride Because thou didst Excel the World beside And it in Beauty