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Poems. By W.H.
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Hammond, William, b. 1614.
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of ravishing delight Cannot when he knocks at their earthen Gate Suffer him storm his entrance but dilate Their ready hearts as to a friend for now He beares no sting no horror in his brow The Christiall-Ruby streame which did pursue The spear that sluc't Christs side dyde his grim hue To white and red beautys complection He comes no more to spoile thy mansion But to afford thee that Inheritance Which cannot be conceiv'd without a Trance To be translated to the fellowship Of Angells there with an immortall lip To drink Nectarean bowles of endlesse good Where the Creators face is the Soules food The best condition here is but to be An elect spouse to that great deitie But death the Bride-maid leads us to the bed Where youth and pleasures are eternised When I consider the whole world obeys Creations law onely untame man strayes I cannot think this is his proper sphear Where all his actions move irregular Nor shall my wishes ever so exclude The decent orderly vicissitude Of Natures constant Harmony to pray For a harsh jarring by unruly stay These with the pâ—ines and shame of doting age Wit cause the mind betimes to loath her Cage On the death of my dear brother Mr. H. S. drown'd The Tomb WHy weeps this Marble can his frigid power Thicken the ambient air into a shower Ah no these teares have sure an other cause Then the necessity of Natures Lawes These teares their spring have from within there lies The spoile of Nature crime of destinies How well this silent sadnesse doth become His awfull shade the horrour of the Tomb Strikes palenesse through my soule yet I must on And pay the rights of my devotion Pardon you guardian Angells who attend And keep his bones safe from the stygian fiend That I disturb your watch with untun'd layes I come to mourne and not to sing his praise A Sun that sat in flouds but oh sad hast Ere the Meridian of his age was past A purer day the East did nere disclose Then in his clear affections orient rose Tempestuous passion did in him appear But Physick as the lightnings purge the aire Martiall his temper was yet overcame Others by smiles himselfe by force did tame Here lies the best of man nature with thee Lost her perfection and integritie On the same The Boast HOW well this brittle Boat doth personate Mans fraile estate Whose concave fill'd with lightsome aire did scorn The proudest storm Mans fleshy boat beares up whilst breath doth last He feares no blast Poor floating Bark whilst on yon mount you stood Rain was your food Now the same moisture which once made thee grow Doth thee oreflow Rash youth hath too much saile his giddy path No ballast hath He thinks his Keel of wit can cut all waves And passe those Graves Can shoot all Cataracts and safely steer The fourscorth year But stoop thine eare ill-councelld youth and hark Look on this Bark His Emblem whom it carried both defi'd Stormes yet soon dyed Onely this difference that sunk downward this Waighd up to blâ—sse On the same The Tempers THe Elements that do mans house compose Are all his chiefest foes Fire Aire Earth Water all are at debate Which shall predominate Sometimes the Tyrant fire in feavours raves And brings us to our graves Sometimes the Aire in whirling of our braines And windy Colicks raignes Now Earth with melancoly man invades Making us walking shades Now water in salt Rheumes works our decay And dropseys quench our day But this war equall was in him the fight Harmony and delight Till Treacherous Thames taking the waters part Surpriz'd his open heart To my dear Sister Mrs. S. The Chamber ENtring your doore Istarted back sure this Said I deaths shady house and household is And yonder shines a beauty as of old Magnificent Tombs eternall Lamps did hold In lieu of lifes light a fair Taper hid In a dark lanthorn an eye shut in 's lid A flower in shade a star in nights dark womb An alablaster Columne to a Tomb But why this night in day can thy fair eye Delight in such an Aethiops company Man hath too many naturall clouds his bloud And flesh so blind his hood wink'd soule that good Is scarce discern'd from bad why should we then Seek out an artificiall darkesome den The better part of nature hidden lies The stars indeed we may behold and Skies But not their Influence we see the fire But not then heat why then should we desire More night when darknesse so ore Nature lies That all things mask their better qualities To the same Thursday NOw I me resolv'd the crasy Universe Growes old the Sun himselfe is nigh his hearse Seven Daughters in one week his youthfull rayes Were wont to get but since his strength decays Six are the most Thursday is lost for we Who boast our selves skill'd in th' Astronomy Of your day-shedding eyes by that light swear That day is lost in which you not appear That thy dark phancy might a giant-woe Beget thou makst a night Herculean too The late Astronomers have found it true We have lost many dayes but 't is by you Our calculation erres and we shall rage If you go on to cheat us of our age One day in Seaven is lost and in threescore We are bereaved of nine yeares and more So will your grief dilate it selfe like day And all as you become untimely gray To the same the Rose AFter the honey drops of pearly showers Vrania walk'd to gather flowers Sweet Rose I heard her say why are these feares Are these drops on thy cheek thy teares By those thy beauty fresher is thy smell Arabian spices doth excell This rain the Rose replied feeds and betrays My odours adds and cuts off dayes Had not I spread my leaves to catch this dew My scent had not invited you Vrania sigh'd and softly said 't is so Showers blow the rose and ripen woe For mine a lasse when washt in flouds sweet clean Heaven put his hand forth and did glean To the same Mans Life MAn's life was once a span now one of those Atoms of which old Sophies did compose The world a thing so small no emptinesse Nature can find at all by his decease Nor need she to attenuate the aire And spreading it his vacancy repaire The swellings that in hearts and eyes arise Repay with ample bulk deaths robberies Why should we then weep for a thing so slight Converting lifes short day to a long night For sorrowes make one Moneth seem many yeares Times multiplying glasse is made of teares Our life is but a painted perspective Greif the false light that doth the distance give Nor doth it with delight as shaddowing Set off but as a staffe fixt in a spring Seem crookt and larger then dry up thy teares Since through a double mean nought right appeares To the same The Excuse NOr can your sexes easinesse excuse Or countenance your teares to be profuse Some she 's
POEMS By W. H. cineri gloria sera venit LONDON Printed for Thomas Dring at the George in Fleetstreet neer Cliffords Inne Gate 1655. POEMS Commanded to write VERSES MADAM SInce your Command inspires My willing heart with Lyrick fires Though my Composure owe its Birth Or to cold Water or dull Earth Wanting the active qualities That sprightly Fire and Aire comprise Yet guided by that Influence I may with those Defects dispence And Raptures no less winning vent Then the fam'd Thracian Instrument What though old sullen Saturn lye Brooding on my Nativity So your bright eyes the Clouds dispell Which on my drooping Fancy dwell But stay what Glasse have we so bright To do your matchlesse beauty right Nature but from her owne disgrace Can add no lustre to that face Nor from her patterns can we finde A Form to represent your minde The figures which this World invest Are Images in which exprest Some truer Essences appear Which not to sight subjected are So you fair Celia inwardly Dissemble well the Deity And counterfeit in flesh and skin The finenesse of a Cherubin But fair one if you must put on This Orders Institution Admitted to this Hierarchie A Guardian Angell be to me The Walke BLest Walke that with your leavy armes imbrace In small what beauty the dilated face Of the whole World containes The Violet Bowing its humble head down at her feet Payes homage for the livery of her vaines Roses and Lillies and what beautuous staines Nature adornes the Sping with are but all Faint Copies of this fair Originall She is a moving Paradise doth view Your greens not to refresh her selfe but you This path's th' Ecliptick heat prolifick hence Is shed on you by her kind influence She is alasse too like the Sun who grants That warmth to all which in himselfe he wants You thus oblig'd this benefit return Teach her by Lectures visible to burn That She when Zephyre moves each whispring bough To kisse his neighbour thence may learn t' allow The reall seals of kindnesse and be taught By twining Woodbines what sweet joyes are caught In such imbraces Thus and thousand wayes Told you by amorous Fairies and the layes Of your fond Guardian waken her desires Requiting your own warmth with equall fires Husbandry WHen I began my Love to sow Because with Venus Doves I plow'd Fool that I was I did not know That frowns for furrows were allow'd The broken heart to make Clods torn By the sharp Harrows of disdain Crumbled by pressing rolls of scorn Gives issue to the springing grain Coyness shuts Love into a Stove So frost-bound lands their own heat feed Neglect sits brooding upon Love As pregnant Snow on Winter-seed The Harvest is not till we two Shall into one contracted be Loves crop alone doth richer grow Decreasing to Identity All other things not nourish'd are But by Assimilation Love in himself and Dyet spare Grows fat by Contradiction Mutuall Love FRom our loves Heat and light are taught to twine In their bright nuptiall bed of solar beams From our loves Thame and Isis learn to joyn Loosing themselves in one anothers streams And if Fate smile the Fire loves emblem bears If not the Water represents our tears From our Loves all magnetick virtue grows Steel to th' obdurate Loadstone is inclind From our Loves all the power of Chymists flows Earth by the Sun is into Gold refind And if Fate smile this shall Loves Arrows head If not in those is our hard fortune read From our still springing loves the youthfull Bayes Is in a robe of lasting verdure drest From our firm loves the Cypress learns to raise Green in despight of storms her deathless crest And if Fate smile with that our Temples bound If not with this our Hearses shall be crownd The forsaken Maid GO fickle Man and teach the Moon to change The Winds to vary the coy Bee to range You that despise the conquest of a Town Renderd without resistance of one frown Is this of easie faith the recompence Is my prone loves too prodigall expence Rewarded with disdain did ever dart Rebound from such a penetrable heart Diana in the service of whose Shrine My selfe to single life I will confine Revenge thy Votaresse for unto thee The reeling Ocean bends his a zure knee And since he loves upon rough Seas to ride Grant such an Adria whose swelling Tide And stormy tongue may his false Vessell wrack And make the Cordage of his heart to crack Another KNow falsest Man as my love was Greater then thine or thy desert My scorne shall likewise thine surpasse And thus I tear thee from my heart Thou art so farr my love below That then my anger thou art lesse I neither love nor quarrell now But pity thy unworthinesse Go joyn before thou think to wed Thy heart and tongue in Wedlocks knot Can peace be reaped from his bed Who with himselfe accordeth not Go learn to weigh thy words upon The ballance of reality And having that perfection Attaind come then and I le scorn thee J. C. Anagr. I can be any Lover SEE how the letters of thy Name impart The very whispers of thy heart This name came surely out of Adams mint It bears so well thy Natures print Woman materia prima doth present Is to all Formes indifferent As Pictures do at once with various eyes Distinctly view all companies With such a stedfast look that each man would Swear they did only him behold Thus run we in a Wheel where stedfast ground To fix our footing is not found Whilst Womans heart incliningly doth move Like twigs to every sigh of Love She who imparts her smiles to more then one May many like but can love none The force of all things in contraction lies And love thrives by Monopolies Those Glasses that collect the scatterd rayes Into one point a flame can raise Straiten the object you increase loves store So loving lesse you love the more De Melidoria è Joh. Barclaij Poem lib 2. WHy languish I ye Gods alone Why onely I when not one groan Afflicteth her for whom I dye You mighty powers of Love oh why Doth Meledore despise your darts And their effects too bleeding hearts If thus oh Gods ye suffer her Unpunished none will prefer Your Altars such examples may Become the ruine of your sway With Venus and her mighty Son Expostulating thus I won This answer Alasse Cupid cryes I hood-winkt am my closed eyes Bound with a Fillet that my Bow Can none but roving Shafts let go Hence 't is that Troops of violent Youth their misplaced loves resent That some love rashly some again Congealed are with cold disdain Wouldst thou thy Mistresse I inspire And in her breast convey that fire Which nature suffers not to find Birth from thy tears Do but unbind My eyes and I will take such aime As she shall not escape my flame Thus spake the Boy my ready hand Prepared was to loose the band From his faire eye-lids