Of His MAJESTI
[...]S receiving the newes of the Duke of Buckinghams death.
So earnest with thy God, can no new care:
No sense of danger interrupt thy prayer?
The sacred Wrestler till a blessing given
Quits not his hold, but halting conquers heaven:
Nor was the stream of thy devotion stopp'd
When from the body such a limb was lopp'd,
As to thy present state was no lesse maime,
Though thy wise choice has since repair'd the same;
Bold
Homer durst not so great vertue
[...]ain
In his best pattern
[...] of
Patrolus slaine,
With such amazement as weake mothers use,
And
[...]rantick gesture he receives the news:
Yet fell his darling by th'impartiall chance
Of war, impos'd by Royall
Hectors lance,
Thine in full peace, and by a vulgar haud
Torne from thy bosome left his high command.
The famous Painter can allow no place
For private sorrow in a Princes face:
Yet that his price might not exceed beliefe,
He cast a
[...]ail upon supposed grie
[...]e.
Twas want of such a president as this
Made the old heathen frame their god amisse.
[Page 2] Their
Phoebus should not act a fonder part
For the fair boy, then he did from his heart;
Nor blame for
Hiaci
[...]thus fate his owne
That kept from him wi
[...]h'd death, had'st thou bin known.
Yet he that weighs with thine good
Davids deeds,
Shall sinde his passion, not his love exceeds.
He curst the mountaines where his brave friend dy'd,
But lest salfe
Ziba with his heir divide:
Where thy mottall love to thy blest friends,
Like that of heaven upon their seed descends.
Such huge extreams inhabit thy great minde,
God-like unmov'd, and yet like woman kinde;
Which of thy ancient Poets had not brought
Our
Charles his pedigree, from heaven and taught
How some bright dame comprest by mighty
love
Produc'd this mixt divinity and love?
To the King on his Navy.
VVHere ere thy Navy spreads her canvas wings
Homage to thee, and peace to all she brings:
The French and Spaniard when thy flags appear
Forget their hatred, and consent to fear.
So
love from
Ida did both hoasts survey,
And when he pleas'd to thunder part the fray.
Ships heretofore in seas like fishes sped,
The mightiest still upon the smallest fed.
Thou on the deep impos'st stricter lawes,
And by that justice hast remov'd the cause
Of those rude tempests which for rapine sent,
Too o
[...]t alas, involv'd the innocent.
[Page 3] Now shall the Ocean as thy Thames be fre
[...]
From both those
[...]ates of stormes and pi
[...]acie▪
But we most happy, who can fear no force
But winged troops, or Pegasean horse.
Tis not so hard for greedy foes to spoyle
Another Nation as to touch our soyle.
Should natures selfe invade the world againe,
And ore the center spread the liquid main:
Thy power were safe, and her
[...] hand,
Would but enlarge the bounds of they command.
Thy dreadfull sleete would
[...] let thee Lord of all,
And
[...]ide in triumph ore the drowned ball.
Those towers of oake ore
[...]ertile plaines might
[...]
And visit m
[...]untains where they once did grow.
The worlds restorer once could not endure
That finish'd Bahell should those men secure:
Whose pride design'd, that fabricks should have stood
Above the reach of any second sloud.
To thee his
[...]osen more indulgent he
Dares trust such power with so much piety.
Vpon His MAJESTIES repairing of PAULS.
THat shipwrackt vessel which th'Apostle boro
Scarce suffer'd more upon Melitas shore,
Then did his Temple in the sea of time
(Our Na
[...]ons glory, and our N
[...]ions crime.)
When the first Monarch of this happy Isle▪
Mov'd with the ruine of so brave a pile,
This worke of cost and pie
[...]y begun
To be accomplish'd by his glorious Son:
[Page 4] Who all that came within the ample thought
Of his wise sire, has to perfection brought.
He like
Amphion makes those quarries leap
Into fair figures from a consus'd heap:
For in his art of Regiments is found
A power like that of harmony in sound.
Those antique minstrels sure were
Charles like Kings,
Cities their lutes, and ful jects hearts their strings;
On which with so divine a hand they strook
Consent of motion from their breath they took.
So all our mindes with his conspire to grace
The Gentiles great Apostle, and deface
Those State observing sheds, that like a chaine
Seem'd to confine and fetter him againe;
Which the glad Saint shakes off at his command
As once the viper from his facred hand:
So joyes the aged Oake when we divide
The creeping lvy from his injur'd side.
Ambition rather would effect the same
Of some new structure; to have
[...] her name
Two distant vertues in one act we finde
The modesty, and greatnesse of his minde;
Which not content to be above the rage
And injury of all impairing age,
In its owne worth secure, doth higher clime,
And things half swallow'd from the jaws of time
Reduce an earnest of his grand designe
To frame no new Chuch, but the old resine:
Which Spouse like may with comly grace command
[...] then by force of argument or hand.
For doubtfull reason few can apprehend,
And War brings ruine, where it should amend.
[Page 5] But beauty with a bloodlesse conquest findes
A welcome sovereignty in rudest minds.
Not ought which
Shebas wondring Queen beheld
Amongst the works of
Solomon excell'd,
His ships and building; emblems of a heart
Large both in magnanimity and art:
While the propitious heavens this worke attend,
Long wanted showres they forget to send;
As if they meant to make it understood
Of more importance then our vitall food.
The Sun which riseth to salute the quire,
Already finish'd, setting shall admire
How private bounty could so far extend;
The King built all, but
Charles the Westerne end:
So proud a fabrick to devotion given,
At once it threatneth and obligeth heaven.
Laomedon that had the gods in pay,
Neptune, with him that rules the sacred day,
Could no such structure raise, Troy wall'd so high,
Th'Atrides might as well have forc'd the sky.
Glad, though amazed, are our neighbour Kings
To see such power employ'd in peacefull things,
They list not urge it to the dreadfull field,
The taske is easier to destroy, then build,
of the danger of His Majesty (being Prince) escaped all the rode at Saint An
[...]tere.
Nor had his Highnesse bid farewell to
Spaine,
And reacht the sphere of his own power the main▪
With Brittish bounty in his ship he sea
[...]s,
Th'Hesperian Princes, his amazed guests;
To finde that watry wildernesle exceed
The entertainment of their great
Madrid.
Healths to both Kings attended with he rore
Of Cannons eccho'd from th'effrightod shore;
With loud, esemblance of his thunder prove
Bacchus the seed of cloud compelling
love;
W
[...]ile to his harpe divine,
Arion sings
T
[...]e loves and conquests of our Albion Kings,
Of the fourth
Edward was his noble song,
Fierce, goo
[...]ly, valiant, beautifull and young.
He rent the Crowne from vanquisht
Henries head,
Rais'd the whi
[...]e rose, and trampled on the red:
Till love triumphing ore the victors prids,
Brought Mars and Warwick to the conquer'd side:
Neglected Warwick (whose bold hand like fate
Gives and resumes the Scepter of our State)
Wooes for his master, and with double shame
Himselfe deluded, mocks the Princely dame.
The lady
Bona whom just anger burnes,
And forreigne was with civill rage returnes:
Ah spare) our swords where beauty is too blame,
Love gave th'affront, and must repaire the same:
When France shall boast of her whose conquering cies
Have made the best of English hearts their prize;
Have power to alter the decree of fate,
And change againe the councels of our State.
[Page 7] What the Proph
[...]tick muse intends alone
To him that feels the secret wound is knowne:
With the sweet sound of this harmonious lay
About the keele delighted Dolphins play:
Too sure a signe of Seas ensuing rage,
Which must anon this Royall troope engage:
To whom soft sleep seems more secure and sweet
Within the Towne commanded by our fle
[...]t.
These mighty Peers plac'd in the guilded Barge,
Proud with the burden of so brave a charge;
With painted oars the youth begin to sweep
Neptunes smooth face, and cleave the yelding deep,
Which soon becomes the seat of sudden war
Between the wind and tide that siercely jar;
As when a sort of lusty shepherds try
Their force at foot-ball, care of victory
Makes them salute so rudely breast to breast,
That their encounters seem too rough for jest.
They ply their feet, and still the restlesse ball
Tost too and fro is urged by them all.
So fares the doubtfull Barge't wixt tide and winds,
And like effect of their contention
[...]inds;
Yet the bold Britaines s
[...]ill securely row'd,
Charles and his vertue was their sacred load:
Then which a greater pledge heaven could not give
That the good boat, this tempest should outlive:
But storms encrease, and now no hope of grace
Among them shines, save in the Princes face.
The rest resigne their courage, skill and sight
To danger, horrour, and unwelcome night.
The gentle vessell wont with state and pride
On the smooth back of silver Thames to ride;
Wanders Astonish'd in the angry maine
As
Titans car did, while the golden raine
[Page 8] Fill'd the young hand of his adventrous son
When the whole world an equall hazard run
To this of ours: the light of whose desire,
Waves threaten now, as that was skar'd by fire,
The impatient sea grows impotent and raves
That (night assisting) his impetuons waves
Should finde resistance from so light a thing:
These surges ruine, those our safety bring.
Th'oppressed vestell doth the charge abide,
Only because as
[...]ail'd on every side.
So men with rage and passion set on fire,
Trembling for haste impeach their mad desire.
The pale Iberians had expir'd with fear:
But that their wonder did divert their care,
To see the Prince with danger mov'd no more
Then with the pleasures of their court before.
God-like his courage seem'd whom nor delight
Could soften, nor the face of death affright.
Next to the power of making tempests cease
Was in that storme, to have so calme a peace.
Great
Maro could no greater tempest faine
When the loud windes usurping on the maine;
For angry
Iuno labour'd to destroy
The hated reliques of confounded Troy:
His bold
Eneas, on like billows tost
In a tall ship, and all his Countries lost:
Dissolves with fear, and both his hands upheld,
Proclaimes them happy whom the Greeks had quel'd▪
In honourable sight our
Hero set
In a small shallow fortune in his debt;
[Page 9] So nearo a hope of Crowns and Scepters more
Then ever
Priam, when he slourish'd, wore
His loynes yet full of ungot Princes, all
His glory in the bud; lets nothing fall,
That argues fear: if any thought anoyes
The gallant youth, 'tis loves untasted
joy
[...]s,
And deare remembrance of that fatall glance,
For which he lately pawn'd his heart in France:
Where he had seen a brighter Nimph then she
That sprung out of his present foe; the sea
That noble ardor more then mortall fire,
The conquered ocean could not make expire:
Nor angry
Thetis, raise her waves above
The heroique Prince, his courage, or his love,
Twas indignation, and not feare he felt,
The shrine should perish where that Imaged welt.
Ah love forbid, the noblest of thy straine
Should not survive to let her know his paine:
Who nor his perill minding, nor his slame,
Is entertain'd with some lesse serious game
Among the bright Nimphs of the Gallique Court,
All highly borne, obsequious to her sport:
They roses seem within their early pride,
But halfe reveal, and halfe their beauties hide.
She the glad morning which her beams doth throw,
Upon their smiling lea
[...]es, and gild them so:
Like brihht
Aurora, whose refulgent Ray
Foretells the fervour of ensuing day:
And warnes the shepherd with his
[...]locks retreat
To leafie shadows from the threatned heat.
From
Cupids string of many shasts that fled
Wing'd with those plumes which noble same had shed:
[Page 10] As through the wondring world she flew and told
Of his adventures haughty, brave and bold:
Some had already touch'd the Royall maid,
But loves first summons seldome are obey'd,
Light was the wound the Princes care unknowne,
She might not, would not, yet reveale her owne.
His glorious name had so possest her ears,
That with delights, those antique tales she heares
Of
Inson, Thesous, and such Worthies old,
As with his story best resemblance hold.
And now she viewes, as on the wall it hung
What old
Musens so divinely sung:
Which art with life and love did so inspire
That she discernes, and favours that desire:
Which there provokes th'adventrous youth to swim
And in
Leanders dangers pities him;
Whose not new love alone but fortune seeks
To srame his story like that amorous Greeks.
For from the sterne of some good ship appears,
A friendly light which moderates their fears:
New courage from reviving hope they take,
And climbing ore the waves that taper make;
On which the hope of all their lives depends,
As his on that fair
Heroes hand extends.
The ship at anchor like a fixed rock
Breaks the proud billows which her large sides knock;
Whose rage restrained foming higher swells,
And from her port the weary barge repells;
Threatning to make her forced out againe,
Repeat the dangers of the troubled maine.
Twice was the cable hurl'd in vaine; the fates
Would not be moved for our sister States:
For
England is the third successefull throw,
And then the Genius of that Land they know:
Whose Prince must be (as their owne books devise)
Lord of the Scene, where now the danger lyes.
Well sung the Roman Bard, all human things
Of dearest value, hang on slender strings.
O see the then
[...]ole hope, and in designe
Of heaven our joy supported by a line:
Which for that instant was heavens care above
The chaine thats fixed to the throne of
Iove;
On which the fabricke of our world depends,
One linck dissolv'd, the whole creation ends,
To the QUEEN, occasioned upon fight of her MAJESTIES Picture.
WEll fare the hand which to our humble sight
Presents that beauty which the dazling light
Of Royall splendor hides from weaker eyes:
And all excesse (save by this art) denies.
Here only we have courage to behold
This beam of glory, here we dare unfold
In numbers thus the wonders we conceive;
The gracious Image seeming to give leave
Propitious stands, vouchsafing to be seen;
And by our muse saluted Mighty Queen▪
In whom th'extreams of power and beauty move
The Queen of Brittain and the Queen of Love.
[Page 12] As the bright Sun (to which we owe no sight)
Of equall glory to your beauties light,
Is wisely plac'd in so sublime a seat
T'extend his light, and moderate his heat.
So happy' tis you move in such a sphere
As your high Majesty with awfull fear,
In humane breasts might qualifie that fire
Which kindled by those eyes had flamed higher,
Then when the scorched world like hazard run
By the approach of the ill guided Sun.
No other Nimphs have title to mens hearts,
But as their meannesse larger hope imparts:
Your beauty more the fondest lover moves
With admiration then his private loves;
With admiration. for a pitch so high
(Save sacred
Charles his) never love durst flye.
Heaven that preferr'd a Scepter to your hand
Favour'd our freedome, more then your command.
Beauty had crown'd you, and you must have bin
The whole worlds mistris, other then a Queen.
All had bin Rivals; and you might have spar'd,
Or kill'd and tyranniz'd without a guard.
No power atchiev'd, either by arms or birth
Equalls loves empire, both in heaven and earth.
Such eyes as yours, on
Iove himselfe have throwne
As bright and fierce a lightning as his owne:
Witnesse our
Iove prevented by their flame
In his swift passage to the
[...]esperian dame.
When (like a Lion) finding in his way
To some intended spoile a fairer prey.
The Royall youth pursuing the report
Of beauty, found it in the Gallique Court:
There publique care with private passion fought
A doubtfull combate in his noble thought.
[Page 13] Should he confesse his greatnesse, and his love,
And the free faith of your great brother prove.
With his Achates breaking through the cloud
Of that disguise which did their graces shroud;
And mixing with those gallants at the ball,
Dance with the Ladies and outshine them all:
Or on his journey ore the mountaines ride;
So when the fair
Le
[...]cothee he espy'd
To check his steeds; impatient
Phebus carn'd,
Though all the world was in his wars concern'd,
What may hereafter her meridian doe,
Whose dawning beauty warm'd his bosome so:
Not so divine a flame, since deathlesse gods
Forbore to visite the defil'd abodes
Of men, in any mortall breast did burne,
Nor shall till piety and they returene.
The Apology of sleep:
For not approaching the Lady who can do any thing but sleep when she pleaseth.
MY charge it is, those breaches to repaire
Which nature takes from sorrow, toil and care,
Rest to the limbs and quiet, I conser
On troubled minds; but nought can adde to her
Whom heaven & her transcendent thoughts have plac'd
Above those ills which wretched mortals taste.
Bright as the deathlesse gods, and happy she
From all that may infringe delight, is free;
[Page 14] Love at her Royall fe
[...]t his quiver layes,
And not his mother with more haste obeyes.
Such reall pleasures, such true joyes suspence,
What dream can I present to recompence?
Should I with lightning fill her a wfull hands,
And make the clouds seem all at her commands;
Or place her in
Olimpus top, a guest
Among th'mortalls who with Nectar feast:
That power would seem that entertainment short
Of the true splendor of her present Court;
Where all the joyes and all the glories are
Of three great Kingdomes, sever'd from the care,
I that of sumes and humid vapours made,
Ascending doe the seat of sen
[...]e invade.
No cloud in so serene a mansion finde
To over-cast her ever shining minde,
Which holds resemblance with those spotlesse skies,
Where flowing
Nilus want of raine supplies.
That christal heaven, where
Phoebus never shrouds
His golden beams, nor wraps his face in clouds.
But what so hard which numbers cannot force,
So stoops the moon, and rivers change their course.
The bold
Moenian made me dare to steep
Ioves dreadfull temples in the dew of sleep.
And since the Muses do invoke my power.
I shall no more decline that sacred bower
Where
Gloriana their great mistresse lyes,
But gently taming those victorious eyes,
Charme all her senses; till the joy full Sun
Without a rivall hal
[...]e his course has run:
Who while my hand that
[...]airer light consines
May boast himself the brightest thing that shines.
The Country to my Lady of Carlile.
OF all the sacred Muse inspir'd,
Orpheus alone could with the woods comply
Their rude inhabitants his song admir'd,
And natures selfe in those that could lye.
Your beauty next our solitude invades,
And warms us shining, through thickest shades.
Nor ought the tribute which the wondring Cou
[...]
Paies your fair eies, prevail with you o
[...] scorne
The answer and consent to the report
Which eccho-like the Country doth return.
Mirrors are taught to flatter, but our springs
Present th'impartiall images of things.
A rurall judge dispos'd of beautics prize,
A simple shepherd was preferr'd to
Iove,
Down to the mountains from the partial skies
Came
Iano, Pallas, and the Queen of Love,
To plead for that which was so justly given
To the bright
Carlile of the Court of Heaven,
Catlile a name which all our words are taught,
Loud as his Amarillis to resound.
Carlile a name which on the barke is wrought
Of every tree thats worthy of the wound.
From
Phoebus rage, our shadows, and our streams,
May guard us better then from
Carliles beams.
The Countesse of Carlile in mourning.
VVHen from black clouds no part of skie is clear
But just so much as lets the Sun appear:
Heavens then would seem thy image, and reslect
Those sable vestments, and that bright aspect.
A sparke of vertue by the deepest shade
Of sad adversity is fairer made;
Nor lesse advantage doth thy beauty get
A
Venus rising from a sea of jet.
Such was the appearance of new formed light
While yet it strugled with eternall night:
Then mourne no more lest thou admit encrease
Of glory by the noble Lords deccase.
We finde not that the laughter loving dame
Mourn'd for
Anchises;
[...] was enough she came
To grace the mortall with her deathlesse bed,
And that his living eyes such beauty fed:
Had she bin there, untimely joy through all
Mens hearts diffus'd, had mar'd the sunerall.
Those eyes were made to banish griefe: as well
Bright
Phoebus might affect in shades to dwell,
As they to put on sorrow; nothing stands
But power to grieve, exempt from thy commands:
If thou lament, thou must doe so alone
Griese in thy presence, can lay hold on none:
Yet still persi
[...]t the memory to love
Of that great Mercury of our mighty
Iove:
Who by the power of his enchanting tongue
Swords from the hands of threatning Monarchs wrung
War he presented, orsoon made it cease,
Instructing Princes in the arts of peace:
[Page 17] Such as made
Sheba's curious Queen resort
To the large hearted Hebrews famous Court.
Had
Homer sate among his wondring guests,
He might have learn'd at those stupendious feasts,
With greater bounty, and more sacred state.
The banquet of the gods to celebrate.
But O! what elocution might he use,
What potent charmes that could so soon infuse
His absent masters love into the heart
Of
Henrietta for cing her to part
From her lov'd brother, Country, and the Sun,
And like
Camilla ore the waves to run
Into his armes, while the Parisian dames
Mourne for their ravish't glory at her slames?
No lesse amaz'd then the amazed stars,
When the bold charmer of Theslalia wars
With heaven it selfe, and numbers does repeat,
Which call discending
Cinthia from her seat.
In answer to, &c.
VVHat
[...]ury has provok't thy wit to da
[...]e
with
Diomed, to wound the queen of love
Thy mistris envy, or thine owne detpair?
Not the just
Pallas in thy heast did move.
So blind a rage with such a different fate,
He honour won, where thou hast purchast
[...]re
She gave assistance to his Trojanfoe;
Tho
[...] that without a rivall thou maicst love▪
Dost to the beauty of thy Lady owe,
[Page 18] While after her the gazing world does move
Canst thou not be content to love alone,
Or is thy mistris not content with one?
Hast thou not read of fairy
Arthurs shield,
Which but disclos'd, amaz'd the weaker eyes
Of proudest foe, and won the doubtfull field?
So shall thy Rebell wit become her prize.
Should thy Iambecks swell into a book,
All were con
[...]uted with one Radiant loook.
Heaven he oblig'd that place her in the skies,
Rewarding
Phoebus, for inspiring so
His noble braine by likening to those eyes
His joyfull beams, but
Phoebus is thy foe:
And neither ayds thy fancy not thy sight,
So ill thou rim'st against so faire a light.
On my Lady Dorothy Sidneyes Picture.
Such was
Philo
[...]lea, and such
Dorus flame,
The matchlesse
Sidney that immortall frame
Of perfect beauty on two pillars plac't;
Not his high fancy could one patterne grac't:
With such extreams of excellence compose
Wonders so distant in one face disclose:
Such cheerfull modesty, such humble state,
Moves certaine love, but with as douotfull fate;
As when beyond our greedy reach we see
Inviting fruit on too sublime a tree.
All the rich flowers through his
Arcadia found
Amaz'd we see, in this one garland bound.
[Page 19] Had but this copy which the Artists tooke
From the fair picture of that noble Book,
Stood at
Calanders the brave friends had jarr'd,
And Rivalls made, the ensuing story marr'd.
Just nature fi
[...]st instructed by his thought
In his own house thus practiz'd what he taught.
This glorious piece transcend
[...] what he could think:
So much his blood is nobler then his ink.
To Vandike.
RAre
Artisan, whose pensill moves
Not our delights alone, but loves:
From thy shop of beauty, we
Slaves return that enter'd free.
The headlesse lover does not know
Whose eyes they are that wound him so:
But con
[...]ounded with thy art,
Inquires her name that has his heart:
Another who did long refrain
Feels his old wound bleed fresh again;
With deare remembrance of that face,
Where now he reads new hopes of grace:
Nor scorne, not cruelty does finde,
But gladly suffers a false winde
To blow the ashes of despaire
From the reviving brand of care:
Foole that forget'st her stubborne looke,
This softnesse from thy finger tooke:
Strange that thy hand should not inspire
The beauty only but the fire:
But act and power of a face:
May'st thou yet thy selfe as well,
As all the world beside excell;
So thou
[...] truth rehearse
(Tha
[...] I may m
[...]ke it live in verse)
Why tho
[...] couldst not at one assay
That face to after times convey,
Which this
[...]; was it thy wit
To make her of before thee fit?
Cons
[...]sle▪ and wee'l forgive thee this,
For who would not repeat that blisse,
And frequent sight of such a dame
Buy with the hazard of his same?
Yet who can tax thy blamelesle skill,
Though thy good hand had failed still?
When natures selfe so often erres,
She for this many thousand years
Seems to have practis'd with much care,
To frame the race of women faire;
Yet never could a perfect birth
Produce before to grace the earth:
Which waxed old ere it could see
Her that amaz'd thy art and thee.
But now'us done, O let me know
Where those immortall colours grow,
That could this deathlesle piece compose
In lillies, or the sading role:
No for this thest thou hast clim'd higher
Th
[...]n did
Prometheus for his fire.
As Pens-hurst.
VVHile in this Parke I sing, the listning Dee
[...]e
Attend my passion, and forget to fear.
When to the Beeches I report my slame,
They bow their heads as if they felt the same:
To Gods appealing, when I reach their bowrs
With loud complaints, they answer me in showrs,
To thee a wilde and cruell soule is given,
More de
[...]s then trees, & prouder then the heaven.
Loves so prof
[...]st, why dost thou falsely faine
Thy selfe a
Sidney? from which noble straine
He sprung, that could so far
[...]x
[...]l
[...] the name
Oflove, and warme our Nation with his slame:
That all we can
[...]f love or high desire,
Seems but the smoak of amorous
Sidneyes fire:
Nor call her mother who so well doe prove,
One breast may hold both chastiry and love:
Never can shee, that so exceeds the spriag
In joy and bounty, be suppos'd to bring
One so destructive, to no humane stock
We owe this fierce unkindnesse; but the rock,
That cloven rock produc'd thee, by whose side
Nature to recompence the fatall pride
Ofsuch stern beauty, plac'd those healing springs
Which not more helpe then that destruction brings,
Thy heart no ruder then the rugged stone,
I might like
Orpheus with my numerous moan
Melt to compassion; now my traitrous song,
With thee conspires to do the singer wrong:
While thus I suffer not my selfe to lose
The memory of what augments my woes:
[Page 22] But with my owne breath still soment the sire
Which slames as high as fancy can aspire.
This last complaint th'indulgent ears did pierce
Of just
Apollo President of verse
Highly concerned, that the Muse should bring
Damage to one whom he had taught to sing:
Thus he advis'd me on yon aged tree,
Hang up thy lute, and high thee to the sea,
Th
[...]t there with wonders thy diverted minde
Some truce at least my with affection finde.
Ah cruell Nimph from whom her humble swaine
Flies for reliefe unto the raging maine:
And from the windes and tempests doth expect
A milder fate then from her cold neglect:
Yet there hee'le pray that the unkinde may prove
Blest in her choice, and vows this endlesse love
Springs from no hope of what she can confer
But from those gifts which heaven has heap'd on her.
At Pens-hurst.
HAd
Dorothea liv'd when mortals made
Choice of thier deities, this sacred shade
Had held an altar to her power that gave
The peace and glory, which these alleys
have
Embroydred so with flowers where she stood,
That it became a garden of wood:
Her presence has such more then humane grace
That it can civilize the rudest place,
And beauty too, and order can impart
Where nature nere intended it, nor art.
[Page 23] The plants acknowledge this, and her admire
No lesse then those of old did
Orpheus Lire:
If she sit downe with tops all toward her bow'd.
They round about her into arbours crowd:
Or if she walke, in even ranks they stand
Like some well marshall'd and obsequious band.
Amphion so made stones and timber leap
Into fair figures from a confus'd heap:
And in the symetry of her parts is found
A power like that of harmony in sound.
Ye
[...] lof
[...]y beeches tell this matchlesse dame
That if together ye fe
[...]d all on one slame;
It could not equalize the hundred part
Of what her eyes have kindled in my heart.
Goe boy and carve this passion on the barke
Of yonder tree, which stands the sacred marke
Of noble
Sidneys birth; when such beninge,
Such more then mortall making stars did shine:
That there they cannot bu
[...] for ever prove
The monument and pledge of humble love:
His humble love whose hope shall nere rise higher
Then for a pardor that he dares admire.
To my Lord of Lei
[...]ster.
NOt that thy trees at Pens-hurst grone
Oppressed with their timely load,
And seem to make their silent moan,
That their great Lord is now abroad:
They to delight his taste or eye
Would spend themselves in fruit and dye.
Not that thy harmlesse Deere repine,
And thinke themselves unjustly staine
By any other hand then thine,
Whose arrows they would gladly staine:
No nor thy frien
[...]s which hold too deare
That peace with France which keeps thee there;
All these are lesse then that great cause,
Which none exacts your presence here,
Wherein there meet the divers laws
Of publiqae and domestique care.
For one bright Nimph our youth contend
[...].
And on your prudent choice depends.
Not the bright shield of
Thetis sun,
For which such steroe debate did rise,
That the great
Ajax, Telemon
[...]efus'd to live without the prize.
Those Achave Peers did more engage,
Then she the gallants of our age.
That beam of beauty which begun
To warme us so when thou wert here,
Now scorches like the raging sun
When
Syri
[...]s does first appeare.
O six this slame, and let despaire
Redeem the rest from endlesse care
[...]
To my young Lady Lucy Sidney.
VVHy came I so untimely forth
Into a world which wanting thee
Or shadow of felicity?
That time should me so far remove
From that which I was borne to love.
Yet fairest blossome doe not slight
That age which you must know so soon,
The rosie morne resignes her light,
And milder glory to the moon:
And then what wonders shall you doe,
Whole dawning beau
[...]y warmes us so?
Hope waits upon the slowry prime,
And summer though it be lestle gay▪
Yet is not look't on as a time
Of declination or decay.
For with a full hand that doth bring
All that was promis'd by the spring.
Of the Lady who can sleep when she pleases.
NO wonder sleep from carefull lovers
[...]lyes
To bathe himself in
Sacharissa's eyes.
As faire
Aftrea once from earth to heaven
By strife and loud impiety was driven:
So with our plaints offended, and our tears
Wife
Somnus to that Paradise repaires,
Waits on her will, and wretches does forsake
To court the nimph for whom those Wretches Wake:
More proud then
Phoe
[...]us of his throne of gold
Is the sost god those softer lims to hold:
[Page 26] Nor would exchange with love to hide the skies
In darkning clouds the power to close her eyes:
Eyes which so far all other lights controul,
They Warme our mortall parts, but these our soule:
Let her free spirit whose unconquer'd breast
Holds such deep quiet and untroubled rest:
Know that though
Venus and her son should spare
Her Rebell heart, and never teach her care:
Yet Hymen may inforce her vigils keep,
And for anothers joy suspend her sleep.
Of the mis-repore of her being painted.
As when a sort of Wolves infelt the night
With their wilde howlings at fair
Cinthia's light,
The noyse may chase sweet slumber from our eyes,
But never reach the mistresse of the skies:
So with the news of
Sacharissa's wrongs,
Her vexed servants blame those envious tongu
[...].
Call love to witnesse that no painted fire
Can scorch men so, or kindle such desire:
While unconcerned she seems mov'd no more
With this new malice then our loves before:
But from the height of her great mind looks down
On both our passions without smile or frown:
So little care of what is done below
Hath the bright dame whom heaven affecteth so,
Paints her: 'tis true with the same hand which spreads
Like glorious colours through the flowry m
[...]ads.
When lavish nature with her best attire
Clothes the gay spring, the s
[...]ason of desire.
[Page 27] Paints her, 'tis true, does her cheek adorne
With the same art wherewith she paints the morne:
With the same art wherewith she gildeth so
Those painted clouds which forme
Thaumantias
[...]ow.
Of her passing through a crowd of people.
AS in old Chaos Heaven with earth confus'd,
And stars with rocks together crush'd and bruis'
[...].
The Sun his light no further could extend
Then the next hill which on his shoulders lean'd:
So in this throng bright
Sacharissa far'd,
Oppress'd by those who strove to be her guard:
As ships though never so obsequious, fall
Foule in a tempest on their Admirall:
A greater
[...]avour this disorder brought
Unto her servants then their a w
[...]ll thought
Durst entertain, when thus compell'd they prest
The yeelding marble of her snowy br
[...]ast:
While love insults disguised in a cloud,
And welcome force of the unruly crowd.
So th'amorous tree while yet the aire is calme.
Just distance keeps from his desired palme.
But when the winde her ravish't branches throws
Into her armes, and mingles all their bows:
Though loath he seems her tender leaves to presse.
More loath he is that friendly storme should cease:
From whose rude bounty, he the double use
At once receives of pleasure and excuse.
SONG
SAy lovely dreame, where couldst thou find
[...]
Shades to counterfeit that face?
Colours of this glorious kinde,
Come not from any mort
[...]ll race.
In heaven it selfe th
[...]u sure wer't dre
[...]t
With that Angell-like disguise▪
Thus deluded am I blest,
And see my joy with closed eyes.
But at this Image is too kinde
To be other then a dream
Cruell
Sacharissa's minde
Never put on that sweet extream.
Faire dream if thou intend'st me grace
Change that heavenly face of thine,
Paint despis'd love in thy face,
And make it to appear like mine.
Pale, wan, and meager let it looke,
With a pity moving shape,
Such as wander by the brook
Of Lethe, or from graves escape.
Then to that matchlesse Nymph appear,
In whose shape thou shinest so
Softly in her sleeping ear,
With humble words expresse my woe.
Perhaps from greatnesse, state, and pride,
Thus surprised she may
[...]all:
Sleep does disproportion hide,
And death resembling equalls all.
SONG.
BEhold the brand of beauty tost;
See how the motion does delate the flame:
Delighted love his spoyles does boast,
And triumph in this game.
Fire to no place confin'd,
Is both our wonder and our fear,
Moving the mind,
Like lightning hurled through the aire.
High heaven the glory does encrease
Of all her shining lamp this artfull way,
The Sun in figures such as these
Joyes with the Moon to play.
To the sweet strains they advance,
Which doe result from their owne fear▪
As the Nimphs dance,
Moves with the numbers which she hears.
To Amorett.
FAire that you may truly know
What you un
[...]o T
[...]irsis owe,
Sacharissa love and you.
Joy salutes me when I set
My ble
[...]t eyes on
Amorett:
But with wonder I am strooke
When I on the other looke.
If sweet
Amoret complaines,
I have sence of all her paines;
But for
Sacharissa, I
Doe not only grieve, but die,
All that of my selfe is mine
Lovely
Amoret is thine;
Sacharissa's captive faine
Would untie his iron chaine.
And those scorching beames to
[...]
To thy gentle shadow run:
If the soule had free election
To dispose of her affection,
I would not thus long have borne
Haughty
Sacharissa's scorne;
But 'tis some pure power above,
Which controuls our will in love.
If not love, a strong desir
[...]
To cr
[...]ate and spread that fire
In my br
[...]asts, solicites me
Beaut
[...]ous
Am
[...]ret for thee.
Tis amazement more then love
Which her radiant eyes doe move;
Yet they so benignly shine.
I would turne my dazelled sight
To behold their milder light,
But as hard tis to destroy
That high slame, as to enjoy;
Which, how easily I may doe
Heaven (as easily
[...]cal'd) do'es know:
Amoret as sweet and good
As the most delicious food,
Which but tasted doth impart
Life and goodnesse to the heart.
Sacharissa's beauty, wine,
Which to madnes doth incline.
Such a liquor as no braine
That is mortall can sustaine.
Scarce can I to Heaven excuse
That Devotion which I use
Unto that adored Dame;
For tis not unlike the same
Which I thither ought to send;
So that if it could take end
T'would to Heaven it selfe be due
To succeed her and not you,
Who already have of me
All that's not Idolatry;
Which though not so fierce a slame
Is longer like to be the same.
Then smil
[...] on me, and I will prove,
Wonder is sho
[...]ter liv'd, then Love.
The story of Phoebus and Daphne appli'd.
THirsis a youth of the inspired traine,
Fair
Sacharissa lov'd, but lov'd in vaine:
Like
Ph
[...]bus s
[...]ng the no l
[...]sse amorous boy,
Like
Daphne she as lovely and as coy:
With numbers he the flying Nimph pursues,
With numbers such as
Phoebus selfe might use:
Such is the chase when love and fancie leads
Ore craggy mountaines and through slowry meads;
Invoke to testifie the lovers care,
Or forme some image of his cruell fair:
Urg'd with his fury like a wounded Deere,
Ore these he fled, and none approaching near;
Had reacht the nimph with his harmonious lay,
Whom all his charmes could not incline to stay.
Yet what he sung in his immortall straine,
Though unsuccessefull, was not sung in vaine:
All but the Nymph that should redresse his wrong,
Attend his passion, and approve his song.
Like
Phoebus thus acquiring unsought praise,
He catcht at love, and fill'd his arme with bayes.
Of Mrs. Ardea.
BEhold, and listen while the faire
Breaks in sweet sounds and wil
[...]ing air
[...].
And with her owne breath fanns the fire
Which her bright eyes doe sust inspire:
[Page 33] What reason can that love controule,
Which more then one way courts the soule?
So when a slash of lightning falls
On our abodes, the danger calls
For humane aid, which hopes the flame
To conquer, though from heaven it came.
But if the winde with that conspire,
Men strive not but deplore the fire.
On the discovery of a Ladies painting.
PIgmaleons fate reverst is mine,
His marble love tooke flesh and bloud;
All that I worship is divine:
That beauty now 'tis understood,
Appears to have no more of life
Then that whereof he fram'd his wife.
As women yet who apprehend
Some sudden cause of
[...] fear,
Although that seeming cause take end.
And they behold no danger near:
A shaking through their limbs they finde
Like leaves saluted by the winde.
So though the beauty doe appeare,
No beauty which amaz'd me so,
Yet from my brea
[...]t I cannot tear
The passion which from the
[...]ce did grow▪
Nor yet out of my fancy rase
The print of that supposed face.
A reall beauty though too neer,
The fond
Narcissus did admire;
I do
[...] on that which is no where,
The signe of
[...]
[...]teeds my fire:
No mortall fl
[...]me was
[...]e so cruell
As this which thus surviv
[...]s the fewell.
To a Lady from whom he received a Silver Pen.
INtending to have tride
The silver favour which you gave,
In ink the shining point I dide,
And drencht it in the sable wave:
When griev'd to be so fowly stain'd,
On you it thus to me compla
[...]'d.
Suppose you had deserv'd to take
From her faire hand so faire a boone,
Yet how deserved I to make
So ill a change, who ever woon
Immortall prai
[...]e for what I wrought,
Instructed by her noble thought.
I that e
[...]pr
[...]ss
[...]d her commands
To migh
[...]y Lords and Princely Dames,
Alway
[...]s most welcome to their hands,
Proud that I would record their names.
Must now be taught an humble stile
Some meaner b
[...]uty to beguile.
So I the wronged pen to please,
Make it my humble thanks expresse
Unto your Ladiship in these,
And now tis forced to confesse
That your great self did nere indite;
Nor that to one more noble write.
On a brede of divers colours, woven by foure Ladyes.
TWice twenty slender virgin finger twine,
This curious web where all their fancies shine;
As Nature them, so they this shade have wrought
Soft as their hands, and various as their thought.
Not
Iuno's bird when his faire traine dispread,
He woes the female to his painted bed:
No not the bow which so adorns the skies,
So glorious is, or boasts so many dies.
On the head of a Stag.
SO we some antique
Hero's strength
Learn by his launces, weight and length;
As these vast beams expresse the beast,
Whose shadie browes alive they drest.
Such game while yet the world was new,
The migh
[...]y
Nimrod did pursue.
What
[...] of our feeble race,
Or dogs dare such a
[...] chase?
[Page 36] Resembling with each blow he strikes
The change of a whole troop of Pikes:
O fer
[...]ile head which every yeare
Could such a crop of wonder bear I
The teeming ea
[...]h did never bring
So soon, so hard, so huge a thing;
Which might it never have been cast
Each years growth added to the last:
These lofty branches had supply'd
The earths bold sons prodigious pride:
Heaven with these engines had bin seal'd
When mountains heap'd on mountains fail'd.
To a Lady in retirement.
SEes not my love how time resumes
The glory which he
[...] these flowers;
Though none should
[...]aste their sweet perfumes,
Yet must they live but some few houres,
Time what we forbear devoures.
Had
Hellen, or th' Aegyptian Queen,
Bin
[...] so
[...] of their graces,
The
[...] beauties must at le
[...]gth have bin
The
[...] of age which finds out faces
In the most retired places.
Should some malignant planet bring
A barren drought or ceaselesse showre
Upon the Autumne or the Spring;
And spare us neither fruit nor flower
Winter would not stay an houre.
Could the resolve of loves neglect
Preserve ye from the violation
Of comming years, then more respect
Were due to so divine a fashion,
Nor would I divulge my passion.
The Misers speech in a Mask.
BAlls of this mettall slack'd
Atlanta's pace,
And on the amo
[...]ous youth bestow'd the race:
Venus, the Nymphs mind measuring by her own,
Whom the rich spoyles of Cities overthrown
Had prostrated to
Mars could well advise
Th'adventrous lover how to gain the prise:
Nor le
[...]e may
Iupiter to gold ascribe,
When he turn'd himselfe into a bribe:
Who can blame
[...]Diana or the brazen tower,
That they which stood not the Almighty showre;
Never till then did love make
Iove pat on
A forme more bright and noble then his owne?
Nor were it just would he resume that shape
That slack devotion should his thunder scape.
[...]Twas not revenge for griev'd
Apollos wrong
Those asses ea
[...]s on
Mida's Temple hung;
But fond repentance of his happy wish,
Because his meat grew mettall like his dish.
Would
Bacchus blesse me so, Ide constant hold
Unto my wish, and dye creating gold.
To my Lord of Northumberland upon the death of his Lady.
TO this great losse a Sea of Tears is due,
But the whole debt not to be paid by you:
Charge not your self with all, nor render vain
Those showers the eyes of us your servants raine.
Shall grief contract the largenesse of that heart,
In which nor fear not anger ha
[...] a part?
Vertue would blush, if time should boast (which cries,
Her sole child dead their tender mothers eyes)
Your minds relief, where reason triumphs so
Over all passions, that they nere could grow
Beyond their limits in your noble breast,
To harm another, or impeach your rest.
This we observ'd, delighting to obey
One who did never from his great self stray:
Whose milde example seemed to engage
Th'obsequious Seas, and teach them not to rage.
The brave
Emilius his great charge laid down,
(The force of
Rome, and fate of
Macedon)
In his lo
[...]t sons did feel, the cruell stroke
Of changing fortune, and thus highly spoke
Before
Romes people; we did oft implore
That if the Heavens had any ill in store,
For your
Emil
[...]us they would powre it still
On his own House, and let you flourish still.
You on the barren Sea (my Lord) have spent,
Whole Springs and Summers to the publique lent:
[Page 39] Suspended all the pleasures of your life,
And shortned the short joy of such a wife.
For which your Countrey's more obliged then
For many lives of old, lesse happie men.
You that have sac
[...]ific
[...]d to great a part
Of youth and private b
[...]sse, ought to impart
Your sorrow too, and give your friends a right
As well in your affliction, as delight:
Then with
Emilian courage bear this crosse,
Since publique persons onely publique losse
Ought to affect, and though her form and youth,
Her application to your will and truth,
That noble sweetnesse, and that humble state
All snatcht away by such a hasty fate,
Might give excuse to any common brest,
With the huge weight of so such grief opprest.
Yet let no portion of your life be stain'd
With passion, but your character maintain'd
To the last act; it is enough her Stone
May honoured be with superscription
Of the sole Lady, who had power to move
The great
Northumberland to grieve and love.
To my Lord Admirall of his late sicknesse and Recovery.
VVIth joy like ours the Thracian youth invades
Or pheus returning from th
[...]
Elisian shades,
Embrace the
Hero, and his stay implore,
Make it their publick suit, he would no more
[Page 40] Desert them so, and for his Spouses sake,
His vanish't love t
[...]mpt the Lethean lake:
The La
[...]ye
[...]
[...]
[...]rightest of that time,
Ambi
[...]ous all his lo
[...]y bed to c
[...]me.
Their doubtfull hopes with expectation feed
Who shall the faire
Euridice succeed:
Euridice for whom his num
[...]rous moan
Makes listning trees, and salvage mountains groan:
Through
[...]ll the aire his sounding strings dilate
Sorrow like that which touch our hearts of late:
Your pining sicknesse and your restlesse pain,
At once the land aff
[...]cting, and the main,
When the glad news that you were Admirall,
Scarce through the Nation spread 'twas fear'd by all▪
That our great
Charles, whose wisdome shines in you,
Would be perplexed how to chuse anew.
So more then private was the joy and griefe,
That at the worst, it gave our soules reliefe:
That in our age such sense of vertue liv'd,
They j
[...]y'd so justly, and justly griev'd:
[...] her fairest lights eclipsed seems
H
[...]r selfe to suffer in those sharpe extreams;
While not from thine alone thy bloud retires,
But from those cheeks which all the world admires.
Th
[...] stem thus threatned, and the sap in thee
Droop all the branches of that noble tree:
Their beauty they and we our loves suspend,
Noug
[...]t can our wishes, save thy health intend:
As lillies overcharg'd with raine they bend
Their beauteous heads, and with high heaven contend
[...]old th
[...]e within their snowy armes, and cry
[...] is too faultlesse, and too young to dye:
So like immortalls round about thee they
[...], that they fright approaching death away:
[Page 41] Who would not languish by so fair a train,
To be lamented and restor'd again?
Or thus with-held, what hasty soule would go,
Though to the blest, ore young
Adonis so?
Fair
Venus mourn'd, and with the pretious showre
Of her warme tears cherish't the springing flower.
The next support fair hope of your great name,
And second pillar of that noble frame:
By losse of thee would no advantage have,
But step by step pursues thee to the grave.
And now rel
[...]ntl
[...]sse fate about to end
The line which backward does so far extend,
That antique stock which still the world supplye
[...]
With bravest spirits, and with brightest eyes.
Kinde
Phoebus interposing bid me say
Such storms no more shall shake that house, but they
Like
Neptune, and his Sea-borne neece shall be
The shining glories of the Land and Sea:
With courage guard, and beauty warme our age,
And lovers fill with like Poetique rage.
On the friendship betwixt Sacharissa and Amorett.
TEll me lovely loving paire,
Why so kinde, and so severe?
Why so carelesse of our care,
Only to prove your selves so deare?
By this cunning change of hearts,
You the power of love controule,
While the boyes deluded darts,
Can arrive at neither soule.
For in vain to either breast
Still beguiled love does come,
Where he finds a forrain g
[...]uest.
Neither of your hearts at home.
Debtors thus with like designe,
When they never meane to pay:
That they may the Law decline,
To some friend make all away.
Not the silver Doves that flie,
Yoak't in
Cithar
[...]s carr,
Not th
[...] wings that lift so high,
And convey her son so farre.
Are so lovely, sweet, and faire,
Or do more enable love,
Are so choicely matcht a paire,
Or with more content do move.
A la Malade.
AH lovely
Am
[...]ret the care
Of all that know whats good or faire
[...]
Is Heaven become our Rivall too,
Had the rich gifts conferr'd on you.
Of giving Lovers to pretend.
Hence to this pining sicknesse
To weary thee to a con
[...]ents meant
Of leaving us) no power is given,
Thy beauties to impaire the heaven:
Solicites thee with such a care,
As Roses from their stalks we tare:
When we would still preserve them new,
And fresh as on the bush they grew.
With such a grace you entertain,
And look with such contempt on pain
That languish in you, conquer more,
And wound us deeper then before.
The lightnings which in stormes appear,
Scorch more then when the skies are clear.
And as pale sicknesse does invade
Your frailer part, the breaches made
In that faire lodging still more clear,
Make the bright ghuest your soul appear.
So Nimphs ore pathlesse mountains born,
Their light robes by the brambles torn
From their faire limbs, exposing new
And unknown beauties to the view,
Of following gods increase their flame,
And haste to catch the flying Game.
Of her Chamber.
THey taste of death that do at Heaven arive,
But we this Paradise approach alive.
[Page 44] Instead of death the dart of love does strike,
And renders all within, these walls alike:
The high in titles and the shepheard here
Forgets his greatnesse, and forgets his fear:
All stand amaz'd and gazing on the faire
Loose thought of what themselves or others are:
Ambition loose, and have no other scope,
Save
Carliles favour to imploy their hope.
The Thracian could (though all those tales were true
The bold Greeks tell) no greater wonders doe,
Before his feet, so sheep and Lions lay
Fearlesse and wrathlesse while they heard him play
The Gay, the wise, the gallant, and the grave,
Subdu'd alike all▪ but one passion have:
No worthy minde but finds in hers there is
Something proportion'd to the rule of his:
Whilest she with cheerfull, but impartiall grace,
(Born for no one, but to delight the race
Of men) like
Phoebus, so divides her light,
And warmes us that she stoops not from her height.
Of loving at first sight.
NOt caring to observe the winde,
Or the new sea explore,
Snatch't from my selfe how far behinde,
Already I behold the shore.
May not a thousand dangers sleep
In the smooth bosome of this deep?
No: 'tis so rocklesse, and so clear,
That the rich bottome does appear
Pav'd all with pretious things not torne
From shipwrackt vessells, but there borne.
Sweetnesse, truth, and every grace,
Which time and youth are wont to teach,
The eye may in a moment reach,
And read distinctly in her face
Some other Nymph with colours faint,
And pensill slow may
Cupid paint;
And a weake heart in time destroy,
She has a stamp and prints th
[...] boy,
Can with a single look inslame
The coldest breast, the rudest tame.
The selfe banished.
IT is not that I love you lesse
Then when before your feet I lay:
But to prevent the sad encrease
Of hopelesse love, I keep away.
In vain (alas) for every thing
Which I have knowne belong to you:
Your forme does to my fancy bring,
And make my old wounds bleed a
[...]W.
Whom the spring from the new sun,
Already has a feaver got;
Too la
[...]
[...]gins those shafts to shun
Which
Phoebus through his veines has shot.
Too late he would the paine asswage,
And to thick shadowes does retire;
About with him he bears the rage,
And in his tainted bl
[...]ud the fire.
But vow'd I have, and never must
Your banish'd servant trouble you;
For if I break you may mistrust
The vow I make to love you too.
Of the Queene.
THe Larke that shuns on lofty bough to build
Her humble nest, lyes silent in the field:
But if the promise of a cloudlesse day,
Aurora smiling bids her rise and play:
Then straight she shews 'twas not for want of voice,
Or power to climbe, she made so low a choice;
Singing she mounts, her angry wings are stretch't
Towards heaven, as if from heaven her note she fetcht.
So we retiring from the busie throng,
Use to restrain th'ambition of our song;
But since the light which now informs our age
Breaks from the court indulgent to her rage:
Thither my Muse, like bold
P
[...]metheus flyes
To light her torch at
Gloriana's eyes.
Those sovereign beams which heal the wounded soul,
And all our cares, but once beheld controul;
There the p
[...]or lover that has l
[...]ng endur'd
Some proud Nimphs scorne, of his fond passion cur
[...]d;
Fares like the man who first upon the ground
A glow-worme spy'd, supposing he had found
A moving Diamond, a breathing stone
(For life it had, and like those jewells shone:)
He held it dear till by the springing day
Inform'd he threw the worthlesse worme away.
She saves the lover as we gangreen stay
By cutting hope like a lop't limb away:
This makes her bleeding patients to accuse
High heaven, and these expostulations use:
Could nature then no private woman grace
(Whom we might dare to love) with such a face,
Such a compl
[...]xion, and so radiant eyes,
Such lovely motion, and such sharp replies?
Beyond our reach, and yet within our sight,
What envious power has plac't this glorious light?
Thus in a starry night fond children cry
F
[...] the rich spangles that adorne the skie,
Which though th
[...]y shine for ever fixed there,
With light and influence relieve us here.
A
[...] her affections are to one incli
[...]'d,
[...] and compassion to mankind:
To whom while she so far ex
[...]ends her grace,
She
[...]akes but good the promise of her face:
Fo
[...] mercy has (could mercies selfe be seen)
No
[...] then this prop
[...]tious Queen;
Such guard and comfort the distressed finde
From her large
[...], and from her larger minde,
That whom
[...] would ruine, it prefers,
For all the miserable are
[...]
[...]ers.
So the fair tree whereon th
[...] Eagle builds
Poore sheep from tempest, and their
[...] shields.
The Royall bird possesses, all the bows,
But shade and shelter to the
[...]lock allowes.
Joy of our age, and safety of the next,
For which so oft thy fertile wombe is
[...]ext:
Nobly contented, for the publique good
To waste thy spirits, and diffu
[...]e thy bloud:
What vast hopes may these Islands entertain,
Where Monarchs thus descended are to reigne?
Led by commanders of so fair a line,
Our Seas no longer shall our power confine.
A brave Romance who would exactly frame,
First brings his Knight from some immortall Dame:
And then a weapon, and a flaming shield,
Bright as his mothers eyes he makes him weild.
None might the mother of
Achilles be,
But the fair pearle, and glory of the Sea.
The man to whom great
Maro gives such fame
From the high bed of heavenly
Venus came;
And our next
Charles, (whom all the stars designe
Like wonders to accomplish) springs from thine.
SONG.
GOe lovely rose,
Tell her that wasts her time and me,
That now she knows
When I resemble her to thee
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Tell her thats young,
And shuns to have her grace spy'd
That hadst thou sprung
In desarts where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommonded dy'd.
Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retir'd;
Bid her come forth,
Suffer her selfe to be desir'd,
And not blush so to be admir'd.
Then dye that she,
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee
How small a part of time they share,
That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Thirsis, Galatea.
Th.
AS lately I on Silver Thames did ride,
Sad
Gal
[...]tea, on the banck I spy'd:
Such was her looke as sorrow taught to shine,
And thus she grac
[...]t me with a voice divine.
Gal.
You that can tune your sounding strings so well
Of Ladies beauties, and of love to tell;
Once change your note, and let your Lut
[...] report
The justest griefe that ever touch
[...]t the Court.
Th.
Fair Nimph, I have in your delights no
[...]re,
Nor ought to be concerned in your care:
[Page 50] Yet would I sing if I your sorrows knew,
And to my aid invoke no Muse but you.
Gal.
Hear then, and let your song augment our gri
[...]
Which is so great as not to wish reliefe:
She that had all which nature gives or chance,
Whom fortune joyn'd with vertue to advance,
To all the joyes this Island could afford
The greatest Mistris, and the kindest Lord:
Who with the Royall mixt her Noble bloud,
And in high grace with
Gloriana stood.
Her bounty, sweetnes, beauty, goodnes, such,
That none ere thought her happines too much:
So well inclin'd her favours to confer,
And kinde to all, as Heaven had bin to her:
The virgins part, the mother, and the wife,
So well she a
[...]ted in this span of life;
That though few years (too few alas) she told,
She seem'd in all things but in beauty old.
As unripe fruit, whose verdant stalks doe cleave
Close to the tree, which grieves no lesse to leave
The smiling pendant which adornes her so,
And
[...] Autumne, on the bough shou
[...]d grow:
So
[...] her youthfull soul not easily fore't.
Or from so fair, so sweet a seat divorc't:
H
[...]r fare at once did hasty seem and slow,
At once too cruell and unwilling too.
Th.
Under how hard a law are mortalls born,
Whom now we engage, we anon must mourn:
What Heaven sets highest, and seems not to prize,
Is soon removed from our wondring eyes:
But since the sisters did so soon untwine
So
[...] a thread,
[...] strive to peece the line.
[Page 51] Vouchsafe sad Nymph to let me know the Dame,
And to the Muses Ile commend her name:
Make the wide Country eccho to your moan,
The listning trees and savage mountains groan:
What rocks not moved when the death is sung
Of one so good, so lovely, and so young.
Gal.
'Twas
Hamilton whom I had nam'd before,
But naming her; griefe lets me say no more.
Tabula Phoebi & Daphnis.
ARcadia juvenis Thirsis, Phoebi
(que) sacerdos,
Ingenti frustra Galateae ardebat amore.
Haud Deus ipse o
[...]m Daphni majora canebat,
Nec fuit asperior Daphne, neo pulc
[...]rior illa:
Carminibus Phoebo dignis premit ille fugacem
Per rupes, per saxa, volans per florida vates
Pascua, formosam nunc his componere Nimpham,
Hunc illis crudelem insana m
[...]nte solebat:
Audiit illa proculmiserum Citheram
(que) sonant
[...]m,
Audiit at nullis respexit mota querelis;
Ne tamen omnino caneret, desertus ad alta
Sidera perculsi, referunt nova carmina mon
[...];
Sic non quaesitis cumulatus laudibus olim
Elapsa reperit Daphni sua laurea Phoebus.
The battell of the Summer Islands.
Canto I.
What fruit they have, and how heaven smiles
Vpon those late discover'd lsles.
AIde me
Bell
[...]na while the dreadfull fight
Betwixt a Nation and two Whales I write:
Seas stain'd with goar, I sing advent
[...]rous toyle,
And how these Monsters did disarme an I
[...]le.
Bermud
[...] wall'd with rocks, who does not know
That happy Island where h
[...]ge Lemons grow,
And Orange trees which golden fruit doe bear,
Th
[...] Hesperian garden boasts of
[...]ne so fair?
Where shining pearle, corall, and many a pound
On the rich shore, of Amber-greece is found:
The lofty Cedar which to heaven aspires,
The Prince of trees is fewell for their fires:
The smoak by which their loaded spits do turne
For incense, might on sacred Altars burn.
There private roofs on od'rous timber borne,
Such as might Pallaces for Kings adorne:
The sweet
Palmettas, a new
Bacchus yeeld
With leaves as ample as the broadest shield:
Under the shadow of whose friendly boughs
They fit carrowsing, where their liquor grows:
Figs there unplanted through the fields doe grow,
Such as fierce
Cato did the Romans shew;
With the rare fruit inviting them to spoyle,
Carthage the mistris of so rich a soyle:
The naked rocks are not unfruitfull there,
But at some const
[...]nt seasons every year:
[Page 53] Their barren top with loucious food abound,
And with the egges of various fowles are crown'd:
Tobacco is their worst of things which they
To English Land-lords as their Tribute pay:
Such is the mould, that the blest Tennant feeds
On pretious fruits, and payes his rent in weeds:
With candid plantines and the jucy Pine,
On choicest Melons and sweet Grapes they dine,
And with Potato's fat their wanton Swine:
Nature these Cates with such a lavish hand
Powres out among them, that our cou
[...]er Land
Tastes of that bounty, and does Cloth return,
Which not for warmth, but ornament is worne:
For the kinde Spring which but salutes us here
Inhabits there, and courts them all the year:
Ripe fruits and blossomes, on the same trees live,
At once they promise what at once they give:
So sweet the aire, so moderate the clime,
None sickly lives, or dyes before his time.
Heaven sure has kept this spot of earth uncurst
To shew how all things were created first:
The tardy plants in our cold Orchards plac't,
Reserve their fruits for the next ages taste:
There a small graine in some few months will be
A firme, a lofty, and a spacious tree:
The Parma christi, and the fair Papah,
Now but a seed (preventing natures law)
In halfe the circle of the hafty year
Project a shade, and lovely fruit doe wear:
And as their trees in our dull Region set
But faintly grow, and no perfection get:
So in this Northerne tract our hoa
[...]er throats
Utter unripe and ill constrained notes,
Where the supporter of the Poets stile,
[Page 54]
Phoebus on them eternally does smile.
O how I long my carelesse limbs to lay
Under the plantanes shade, and all the day
With am'rous eyes my fancy entertaine,
Invoke the Muses, and improve my veine:
No passion there in my free breasts should move,
None but the sweet and best of passions love:
There while I sing if gentle love be by
That tunes my lute, and winds the strings so high:
With the sweet sound of
Sacharissa's name,
Ile make the listning salvages grow tame.
But while I doe these pleasing dreams indite,
I am diverted from the promis'd
[...]ight.
Canto II.
Of their affright, and how their foes
Discovered were, this Canto shews.
THough Rocks so high about this Iland rise,
That well they may the num'rous Turk despise;
Yet is no humane fate exempt from fear
Which shakes their hearts, while through the Ile they hea
[...]
A lasting noise, as horrid and as loud
As thunder makes before it breaks the cloud.
Three dayes they dread this murmur ere they know
From what blind cause th'unwonted sound may grow:
At length two monsters of unequall size
Hard by the shore a sisher man espies;
Two mighty Whales, which swellings Seas had tost,
And left them prisoners on the rocky coast,
One as a mountaine vast, and with her came
A Cub not much inferior to his Dam:
[Page 55] Here in a poole among the Rocks ingag'd,
They roar'd like Lions caught in toyles and rag'd:
The man knew what they were, who heretofore
Had seen the like lye murdered on the shore,
By the wild fury of some tempest cast
The fate of ships and shipwrackt men to taste;
As carelesse dames whom wine and sleep betray
To frantick dreams their Infants overlay:
So there sometime the raging Ocean failes,
And her owne brood exposes when the Whales
Against sharpe Rocks like reeling vessels quash't,
Though huge as mountains, are in peeces dash't;
Along the shore their dreadfull limbs lye scatter'd,
Like hills with ear hquakes shaken, torn and shatter'd:
Heart sure of bras
[...]e they had who tempted first,
Rude Seas that spare not what themselves have nurst.
The welcome news through all the Nation spread,
To sudden joy and hope converts their dread.
What lately was their publique terror, they
Behold with glad eyes as a ce
[...]taine prey;
Dispose already of th'untaken spoyle,
And as if purchase of their future toyle,
These share the bones▪ and they div
[...]le the oyle▪
So was the
[...] man by the Bear opprest,
Whose hide he sold before he caught the beast.
They man their Boats, and all their young men arm
With whatsoever may the Monsters harme;
Pikes, holberts, spits and darts, that wound so far
The tools of peace, and instruments of war:
Now was the time for vigrous lads to shew
What love or honour could invite them too;
A goodly Theatre where rocks are rou
[...]d
With reverend age, and lovely lasses crown'd:
[Page 56] Such was the lake which held this dreadfull pare
Within the bounds of noble
Warwicks share:
Warwick
[...] bold Earle, then which no title bears
A greater sound among our Brittish Peers:
And worthy he the memory to renew
The fate and honour, to that title due;
Whose brave adventures have transferr'd his name,
And through the new world spread his growing fame.
But how they fought, and what their valour gain'd,
Shall in another Ca
[...]o be contain'd.
Canto III.
The bl
[...]udy fight, succeslesse toyle,
And how the Fish sack'd the Isle.
THe Boat which on the first assault did goe
Stroke with a harping Iron the younger foe▪
Who when he felt his side so rudely goar'd
Loud as the Seas that nourish't him he roar'd;
As a broad bream to please some curious taste,
While yet alive in boyling water cast;
[...] with unwonted heat, boyles, flings about
The sco
[...]ching brasse, and h
[...]rles the liquor out:
So with the barbed Javeling stung, he raves,
And scourges with his tayle the suffering waves;
Like fairy
Talas with his iron slayle,
He threatens ruine with his pondrous tayle;
Dissolving at one stroak the battered Boat,
And downe the men fall drenched in the moat:
With every fierce encounter they are forc't
To quit their boats, and fare like men unhorst.
[Page 57] The bigger Whale like some huge Carrack lay,
Which wanteth Sea roome, with her foes to play;
Slowly she swims, and when provok'd she woud
Advance her tail, her head salutes the mud.
The shallow water doth her force infringe,
And renders vaine her tails impet
[...]ous swinge.
The shining steele her tender sides receive,
And there like Bees they all their weapons leave.
This sees the Cub, and does himself oppose
Betwixt his cumbred mother and her foes:
With desperate courage he receives her wounds,
And men and boats his active tayl confounds.
Their surges joyn'd, the Seas with billows fill,
And make a tempest, though the winds be still.
Now would the men with half their hoped prey
Be well content, and wish this cub away:
Their wish they have, he to direct his dam
Unto the gap through which they thither came,
Before her swims, and quits the hostile lake,
A pris'ner there, but for his mothers sake.
She by the Rocks compell'd to stay behind,
Is by the vastnesse of her bulks confin'd.
They shout for joy, and now on her alone
Their furie fals, and all their darts are thrown:
Their launces spent; one bolder then the rest
With his broad sword provok'd the sluggish beast:
Her oyly side devoures blade and heft,
And there his Steel the bold Bermudian left.
Courage the rest from his example take,
And now they change the colour of the lake.
Blood flows in rivers from her wounded side,
As if they would prevent the tardie tide;
And raise the flood to that propitious height,
As might convey her from this fatall streight.
[Page 58] She swims in blood, and blood do's spouting throw
To heaven, that Heaven mens cruelties might know.
Their fixed javelings in her side she weares,
And on her back a grove of pikes appears.
You would have thought had you the monster seen
Thus drest, she had another I sland been:
Roaring she teares the ayre with such noise,
(As well resembled with conspiring voice
Of routed Armies, when the field is won)
To reach the ears of her escaped son.
He (though a league escaped from the foe)
Hasts to her aid, the pious Trojan so
Neglecting for
Creusas life his own,
Repeats the danger of the burning Town,
The men amazed blush to see the seed
Of monsters, humane pietie exceed,
Well proves this kindnesse what the Grecians sung,
That loves bright mother from the Ocean sprung.
Their courage droops, and hopelesse now they wish
For composition with th'unconquer'd fish:
So she their weapons would restore again,
Through rocks they'd hew her passage to the main.
But how instructed in each others mind,
Or what commerce can men with monsters find.
Not daring to approach their wounded
[...]o,
Whom her couragious son protected so:
They charge their musket, and with hot desire
Of fell revenge, renew the fight with fire.
Standing alooffe with lead, they bruise the scales,
And tare the flesh of the incensed Whales.
But no successe their fierce endeavours found,
Not this way could they give one fatall wound▪
Now to their Fort they are about to send
For the loud Engines which their Isle defend.
[Page 59] But what those peices fram'd to batter walls
Would have effected on those mighty Whales,
Great
Neptune will not have us know, who finds
A tyde so high that it relieves his friends.
And thus they parted with exchange of harms,
Much blood the Mon
[...]ers lost, and they their Arms.
Vpon the death of my Lady Rich.
MAy those already cu
[...]st
Essexian plains,
Where hasty death and pining sicknesse raigns,
Prove all a Desart, and none there make stay,
But savage beasts, or men as ill as they.
There the faire light which all our Island grac'd,
Like
Hero's taper in the windows plac'd;
Such fate from the malignant ayre did find,
As that exposed to the boystrous wind.
Ah cruell Heaven to snatch so soon away
Her, for whose life had we had time to pray,
With thousand vows and tears we should have sought,
That sad decrees suspension to have wrought.
But we (alas) no whisper of her pain,
Heard till twas sin to wish her here again.
That horrid word at once like lightning spread,
Strook all our eares, The Lady
Rich is dead.
Heart rending news, and dreadfull to those few
Who her resemble, and her steps pursue.
That death should licence have to rage among
The faire, the wise, the vertuous, and the young.
The
Paphian Queen from that fierce battell born,
With goared hand and vail so rudely torne:
[Page 60] Like terror did among th'immortals breed,
Taught by her wound that God
[...]sses might bleed:
All stand amazed, but
[...] the rest
Th'heroique D
[...]me whose happie wombe she blest,
Mov'd with just grief expostulates with Heaven,
Urging that promise to th'obsequious given,
Of longer life, for nere was pious soul
More apt t'obey, more worthy to controul.
A skilfull eye at once, might read the race
Of Caledonian Monarchs in her face;
And sweet humility her look and mind,
At once were lofty, and at once were kind.
There dwelt the scorn of vice, and pity too,
For those that did what she disdain'd to doe:
So gentle and severe, that what was bad
At once her hatred and her pardon had.
Gracious to all, but where her love was due,
So fast, so faithfull, loyall and so true,
That a bold hand as soon might hope to force
The rowling lights of Heaven, as change her course.
Some happie Angel that beholds her there,
Instruct us to record what she was here:
And when this cloud of so
[...]row's over-blown,
Through the wide world weele make her graces known.
So fresh the wound is, and the grief so vast,
That all our art and power of speech is waste.
Here passion swayes; but there the Muse shall raise
Eternall monuments of louder praise.
There our delight complying with her fame,
Shall have occasion to recite thy name,
Faire
Sacharissa, and now onely faire,
To sacred friendship weele an Altar reare
Such as the
Romanes did erect of old,
Where on a marble pillar shall be told
[Page 61] The lovely passion each to other bare,
With the resemblance of that matchlesse paire,
Narciss
[...]s to the thing for which he pin'd,
Was not more like then yours to her fair mind:
Save that you grac'd the severall part of life,
A spotlesse Virgin, and a faultlesse wife.
Such was the sweet converse twixt her and you,
As that she holds with her associates now.
How false is hope, and how regardlesse fate,
That such a love should have so short a date?
Lately I saw her sighing part from thee
(Alas that that the last farewell should bel)
So look't Astr
[...], her remove design'd
On those distressed friends she left behind:
Consent in vertue knit your heart so fast,
That still the knot in spight of death does last:
For as your tears and sorrow-wounded soule
Prove well that on your part this bond is whole:
So all we know of what they doe above
Is that they happy are, and that they love;
Let darke oblivion and the hollow grave
Content themselves our frailer thoughts to have:
Well chosen love is never taught to dye,
But with our nobler part invades the skie:
Then grieve no more, that one so heavenly shap'd
The crooked hand of trembling age escap'd;
Rather since we behold her not decay,
But that she vanish'd so entire away:
Her wondrous beauty and her goodnesse merit,
We should suppose that some propitious spirit,
In that Coelestiall forme frequented here,
And is not dead, but ceases to appeare▪
To the Queen Mother upon her Landing.
GReat
Queen of
Europe where thy off spring wears
All the chief Crowns, whose Princes are thy heirs
As welcome thou to Sea girt
Brittains shore▪
As
[...]rst
Latona (who faire
Cinthia bore)
To
Delos was. Here shines a Nymph as bright,
By thee disclos'd, with like increase of light.
Why was her joy in
Belgia confin'd?
Or why did you so much regard the wind?
Scarce could the Ocean (though inrag'd) have tost
Thy Soveraign bark; but where th' obsequious Coast
Pay tribute to thy bed:
Romes conquering hand
More vanquish'd Nations under her command,
Never reduc'd: glad
Berecinthia, so
Among her deathlesse Progenie did goe,
A wreath of Towers adorn'd her reverend head,
Mother of all that on Ambro
[...]ia
[...]ed:
Thy godly race must sway the age to come,
As shee
Olympus, peopled with her womb,
Would those Commanders of mankind obey
Their honoured Parent, all pretences lay
Down at your Royall feet, compose the jarres,
And on the growing Turk discharge these warres:
The Christian Knights that sacred tomb should wrest,
From Pagan hands, and triumph o're the East.
The
Englands Princes, and
Gallias Dolphin might
Like young
Rinaldo, and
Tancredo fight
In single combate; by their swords again
The proud
Argant
[...]s, and fierce
Soldans slain.
Again, might wee their deeds recite,
And with your
Thuscan exalt the sight▪
SONG.
PEace babling Muse,
I dare not sing what you indite:
Her eyes refuse
To read the passion which they write.
She strikes my Lute, but if it sound,
Threatens to hurle it on the ground.
And I no lesse her anger dread,
Then the poore wretch that fains him dead.
While some fierce Lion does embrace
His breathlesse corps, and lick his face.
Wrap't up in silent fears he lies,
Torn all in peices if he cries.
Of Love.
ANger in hasty words or blows,
It self discharges on our foes.
And sorrow too, finds some relief,
In tears which wait upon our grief.
So every passion but fond love
Unto its own redresse does move.
But that alone the wretch inclines
To what prevents his own designes:
Makes him lament, and sigh, and weep,
Disordred, tremble, fawn and creep,
Postures which render him despis'd,
Where he endeavours to be priz'd▪
Stoop to the forwards and the bold,
Affect the haughty and the proud,
The gay and frollick, and the loud;
Who first the gen'rous steed opprest▪
Not kneeling did salute the beast;
But with high courage life and force
Approaching, tam'd th'unruly horse:
Unwisely we, the wiser East
Pity supposing them opprest
With Tyrants force whose law is will,
By which they governe, spoyle and kill
Each Nymph, but moderately faire,
Command with no lesse rigour here.
Should some brave Turke that walks among
His twenty Lasses bright and young,
And beckens to the willing Dame
Preferr'd to quench his present flame:
Behold as many Gallants here.
With modest guise, and silent feare,
All to our female Idoll bend,
Whilest her high pride does scarce descend;
To marke their follyes he would sweare
That these her guard of Eunuchs were;
And that a more Majestique Queen,
Or humbler slaves he had not seen.
All this with indignation spoke,
In vaine I strugled with the yoke
Of mighty love, that conquering looke,
When next beh
[...]ld like lightning stroke
My blasted soule, aud made me bow
Lower then those I pitied now.
So the tall Stag upon the brink
Of some smooth stream about to drink
[...]:
With shame remembers that he sled.
The scorned dogs resolves to try
The combates next, but if their cry
Invades again his trembling eare,
He straight resumes his wonted fear.
Leaves the untasted Spring behind,
And wing'd with fear out-flyes the wind.
To the mutable faire.
HEre
Coelia for thy sake I part
With all that grew so neer my heart:
The passion that I had for thee,
The faith, the love, the constancle▪
And that I may successefull prove,
Transform my self to what you love.
Fool that I was so much to prize
Those simple vertues you despise.
Fool that with such dull arrows strove,
Or hop'd to reach a flying Dove.
For you that are in motion still,
Decline our force, and mock our skill.
Who like
Don Quix
[...]t do advance
Against a Wind-mill our vain launce.
Now will I wander through the aire,
Mount make a stoop at every faire,
And with a fancy unconfin'd
(As lawlesse as the Sea or wind)
Pursue you whereso
[...]re you flie,
And with your various thoughts comply.
As we their names and courses know,
And he that on their changes looks,
Would think they govern'd by our books.
But never were the clouds reduc'd
To any Art, the motion us'de:
By these free vapours are so light,
So frequent, that the conquer'd sight
Despair to find he rules that guide
Those gilded shadows as they slide.
And therefore of the spatious aire
Ioves royall consort had the care:
And by that power did once escape,
Declining bold
[...]xions rape.
She with her own resemblance grac'd,
A shining cloud which he embrac'd.
Such was that Image so it smil'd,
With seeming kindnesse which begui
[...]'d
Your
Thirsis lately when he thought
He had his fleeting
Coelia caught.
Twas shap'd like her, but for the faire
He fil
[...]'d his armes with yeelding aire.
A fate for which he grieves the lesse,
Because the gods had like successe.
For in their story one (we see)
Pursues a
[...], and takes a tree.
A second with a Lovers haste
Soon overtakes whom he had chac't.
But she that did a virgin seem
[...], appears a wand
[...]ing stream.
[...] his suppo
[...]ed love a third
[...] greedy hold upon a bird:
[...] stands amaz'd to find his deare,
A wilde inhabitant of th'ayre.
[Page 67] To these old tales such Nymphs as you
Give credit, and still make them new.
The Am'rous now like wonders find
In the swift changes of your mind.
But
Coeli
[...] if you apprehend
The Muse of your incensed friend:
Nor would that he record your blame,
And make it live repeat the same.
Again deceive him and again,
And then he sweares hee'l not complain.
For still to be deluded so,
Is all the pleasures Lovers know.
Who, like good Faulkners take delight,
Not in the quarrey, but the flight.
Of Salley.
OF
Iason, These
[...]s and such worthies old,
Light seeme the tales antiquity has told:
Such beasts and monsters as their force opprest
Some places onely, and sometimes infest.
Salley that scorn'd all power and laws of men,
Goods with their owners hurrying to their den.
And future ages threatning with a crude
And savage race successively renew'd.
Their king despising with rebellious pride,
And foes profest to all the world beside,
This pest of mankind gives our
Hero fame,
And through th'obliged world dilates his name.
The Prophet once to cruell
Agag said,
As thy fierce sword has mothers childlesse made:
[Page 68] So shall the sword make thine: and with that word
He hew'd the man in peices with his sword.
Just
Charles like measure has return'd to these,
Whose Pagan hands had stain'd the troubled Seas;
With ships they made the spoiled Merchant mourn,
With ships their City and themselves are torn.
O
[...]e squadron of our winged Castles sent
Ore-threw their Fort, and all their Navy rent.
For not content the dangers to encrease,
And act the part of tempest in the Seas,
Like hungry Woolves these pirates from our shore,
Whole flocks of sheep and ravish'd cattell bore.
Safely they did on other Na
[...]ions prey,
Fools
[...]o provoke the Soveraigne of the Sea.
Mad
Cacus
[...]o whom like ill fate perswades
The heard of faire
Alcmena's seed invades.
Who fo
[...] reve
[...]ge, and mortals glad relief,
Sack'd the dark cave, and crush'd that horrid theif.
Moroccos Monarch wondring at this fact,
Save that his presence his aff
[...]irs exact,
Had come in person to have seen and known
The injur'd worlds revenger, and his own.
Hither he sends the chief among his Peers,
Who in his bark well chosen presents bears
To the renown'd for piety and force,
Poore captives manumiz'd and matchlesse horse.
To Mrs. Braughton.
FAire fellow servant may your gentle
[...]are
Prove more propitious to my
[...]leighted care:
[Page 69] Then the bright Dames we serve, for her relief,
(Vext with the long expressions of my grief)
Receive these plaints, nor will her high disdain
Forbid my humble Muse to court her train.
So in those Nations which the Sun adore,
Some modest
Persian, or some weak ey'd
More,
No higher dares advance his dazled sight
Then to some gilded cloud, which neer the light
Of their ascending God adorns the East,
And graced with his beams out-shines the rest.
Thy skilfull hand contributes to our woe,
And whets those arrows which confounds us so:
A thousand
Cupids in those curls do
[...],
Those curious nets those slender fingers knit.
The graces put not more exactly on
Th'attire of
Venus, when the
[...]all she won,
Then
Sacharissa by thy c
[...]re is drest,
When all our youth prefers her to the rest.
You the soft seasons know when best her mind
May be to pity or to love enclin'd,
In some well chosen houre supply his fear,
Whose hopelesse love drust never tempt the
[...]are
Of that stern godd
[...]fse you (her Priest) decl
[...]re
What offerings ma
[...] propitiate the faire
Rich orient pearl, bright stones that neer decay,
Or pollisht lines which longer last then they.
For if I thought she took delight in those,
To where the cheerfull morne does first disclose,
(The shadie night removing of her beams)
Wing'd with bold love, Ide slie to fetch such gems.
But since her eyes, her teeth her lip excels
All that is found in mines, or fishes shels:
Her nobler part as far exceeding these,
None but immortall gifts her mind can please.
[Page 70] Those shining Iewels
Greece and
Troy bestow'd,
The snowy wrists and lovely neck did load,
Of
Sparta's Queen. But when the town was burn'd,
Those fading glories were to Ashes turn'd:
Her beauty too had perish'd, and her fame,
Had not the muse redeem'd them from the flame.
Puerperium.
YOu Gods that have the power,
To trouble, and compose
All thats beneath your bower,
Calme silence on the Seas, on earth impose.
Faire
V
[...]nus in thy soft armes,
The God of rage confine,
For thy whispers are the charmes
Which onely can divert his fierce design.
What though hee frown, and to tumult do incline,
Thou the flame,
Kindled in his breast can'st tame,
With that snow which unmelted lies on thine?
Great Goddesse give this thy sacred
[...]sland rest,
make heaven smile,
That no storm disturb us, while
Thy chief care our
Halcyon builds her nest.
Great
Gloriana: faire
Gloriana,
Bright as high heaven is, and fertile as earth,
Whose royall bed gives us
Both glory and peace.
Our present joy and our hopes increase.
To Phillis.
PHillis, why should wee delay
Pleasures shorter then the day?
Could wee (which wee never can)
Stretch our lives beyond their span?
Beauty like a shaddow flies,
And our youth before us dies,
Or would youth and beauty stay,
Love hath wings and will away.
Love hath swifter wings then time,
Change in love to heaven does clime.
Gods that never change their state,
Varyed oft their love and hate.
Phillis, to this truth wee owe,
All the love betwixt us two:
Let not you and I inquire,
What has been our past desire,
On what Shepherds you have smil'd,
Or what Nymphs I have beguil'd.
Leave it to the Planets too,
What wee shall hereafter doe:
For the joyes wee now may prove,
Take advice of present love.
To Phillis:
PHillis, twas love that injur'd you,
And on that rock your
Thirsis threw,
Who for proud
Coelia could have dy'd,
Whilst you no lesse accus'd his pride.
Fond Love his darts at random throws,
And nothing springs from what hee sowes,
From foes discharg'd as often meet,
The shining points of arrows fleet,
In the wide aire creating fire,
As soules that joyn in one desire.
Love made the lovely
Venus burn
In vain, and for the cold youth mourn;
Who the pursuite of churlish beasts,
Preferr'd to sleeping on her breasts.
Love makes so many hearts the prize,
Of the bright
Calisles conquering eyes,
Which shee regards no more then they,
The teares of lesser beauties weigh.
So have I seen the lost clouds powre,
Into the sea a uselesse shower,
And the vext Saylers curse the rain,
For which poore shepherds pray'd in vain.
Then
Phillis, since our passions are
Govern'd by chance, and not the care
But sport of Heaven, which takes delight
To look upon this
Parthian flight
Of Love, still flying or in chase,
Never incountring face to face▪
No more to love weele sacrific
[...],
But to the best of Deities.
[Page 73] And let our hearts which love disjoyn'd,
By his kind Mother bee combin'd.
SONG.
VVHile I listen to thy voyce,
Chloris, I feel my life decay,
That powerfull noyse
Calls my flitting soule away.
Oh suppresse that Magick sound,
VVhich destroyes without a wound!
Peace
Chloris peace, or singing die,
That together you and I,
To heaven may goe,
For all wee know:
Of what the blessed doe above
Is that they sing, and that they love.
SONG.
STay
Phoebus, stay,
The world to which you flye so fast:
Conveying day,
From us to them can pay your hast,
VVith no such object, nor salute your ris
[...]
VVith no such wonder, as
de Mornay's eyes.
The errour of those Antique bookes,
Which made you move,
About the world her charming lookes
Would fix your beams, and make it ever day,
Did not the rowling earth snatch her away.
To Amoret.
AMoret, thy milky way,
Fram'd of many namelesse starres,
The smooth stream where none can say,
Hee this drop to that preferres.
Amoret, my lovely foe,
Tell mee where thy strength does lie,
Where the power that charmes us so,
In thy Soule, or in thy eye?
By that snowy neck alone,
Or thy grace in motion seen,
No such wonders could bee done▪
Yet thy waste is streight and clean▪
As
Cupids sheft, or
Hermes rod,
And powerfull too as either God,
To my Lord of Falkland.
BRave
Holland load, and with him
Falkland goes,
Who hears this told and does not streight suppose
Wee send the Graces and the Muses forth,
To civilize, and to instruct the North?
Not that these Ornaments make swords lesse sharp,
Apollo weares as well his bow as harp▪
And though hee bee the Patron of that Spring,
Where in calm peace, the sacred Virgins sing.
Hee courage had to guard th' invaded throne
Of Love, and cast th' ambitious Giants down.
Ah (noble Friend) with what impatience all
That know thy worth, and know how prodigall
Of thy great Soule thou art, longing to twist
Bayes with that Ivy, which so early kist
Thy youthfull temples? with what horror wee
Think on the blind events of warre and thee?
To Fate exposing that all-knowing brest,
Among the throng as cheaply as the rest:
Where Oakes and brambles (if the copse bee burn'd)
Confounded lye to the same ashes turn'd.
Some happy wind over the Ocean blow
This tempest yet, which hights our Island so.
Guarded with ships, and all the Sea our own,
From heaven this mischief on our heads is thrown.
In a late dream the Genius of this Land,
Amaz'd, I saw, like a faire Hebrew stand,
When first shee felt the twins begin to jarre,
And found her womb the seat of Civill warre:
Inclin'd to whose relief, and with presage
Of better fortune for the present age,
[Page 76] Heaven send's, quoth I, this di
[...]cord for our good,
To warme, perhaps, but not to waste our blood,
To raise our drooping spirits, grown the scorn
Of our proud neighbours, who ere long shall mourn,
(Though now they joy in our expected harmes)
Wee had occasion to resume our Armes.
A Lyon so with self-provoking smart,
His rebell taile scourging his nobler part,
Calls up his courage, then begins to roare,
And charge his foes, who thought him madde before.
Of a Lady who writ in praise of Mira.
WHile shee pretends to make the Graces known,
Of matchlesse
Mira, shee reveales her own,
And when shee would anothers praise indite,
Is by her glasse instructed how to write.
To one marryed to an old man.
SInce thou wouldst needs, bewitcht with some ill charms,
Bee buryed in those monumentall armes:
All wee can wish, is, may that earth lye light
Upon the tender limbs, and so good night.
For drinking of Healths.
[...] Et Bruites, and Vegetalls, that cannot think,
So farre as drought and nature urges drink:
A more indulgent Mistres
[...]e guides our sprights,
Reason, that dares beyond our appetites,
Shee would our
[...]are as well as thirst redresse,
And with Divinity rewards excesse.
Deserted
Ar
[...]adn
[...] thus supply'd,
Did
[...]
Theseus cruelty deride,
Bacchus
[...] from her exalted thought,
B
[...]sh'd the man, her passion, and his faut
[...]
Bacchus and
P
[...]oebus are by
Iove ally'd,
And each by others timely heat supply'd:
All that the Grapes owe to his lightning fires,
Is paid in numbers which their juyce inspires.
Wine fills the veins, and healths are understood,
To give our Friends a title to our blood:
Who naming mee, doth warme his courage so,
Shews for my sake what his bold hand would do.
To Flavia, Song:
TIs not your beauty can ingage
My wary heart:
The Sun in all his pride and rage,
Has not that Art:
And yet hee shines as bright as you,
If brightnesse could our soules subdue.
Tis not the pretty things you say,
Nor those you write,
VVhich can make
Thirsis heart your prey,
For that delight:
The graces of a well-taught minde,
In some of our own wee finde.
No
Flavia, tis your love, I feare
Loves surest darts,
Those which so seldome faile him are
Headed with hearts.
Their very shaddowes make us yeeld,
Dissemble well, and win the field.
On my Lady Isabella playing on the Lute.
SUch moving sounds, from such a carelesse touch,
So unconcern'd her self, and wee so much:
VVhat Art is this, that with so little paines,
Transports us thus, and o're the spirit reignes?
The trembling strings above her fingers proud,
And tell their joy for every kisse aloud:
Small force there needs to make thee tremble so,
Touch't by that hand; who would not tremble tro?
Heer Love takes stand, and while shee charms the eare
Empties his quiver on the listning Deere:
Musick so softens and disarmes the mind,
That not an Arrow does resistance find.
Thus the faire tyrant celebrates the prize,
And acts her self the triumph of her eyes,
[Page 79] So
Nero once with harpe in hand, survay'd
His flaming
Rome, and as it burnt he play'd.
The Fall.
SEe how the will-earth gives way
To take th'impression where she lay:
See how the mould as loath to leave
So sweet a burden, still doth cleave
Close to the Nymphs stain'd garment? here
The comming Spring would first appear,
And all this place with roses strow,
If busie feet would let them grow.
Here
Venns smil'd to see blinde chance
It selfe, before her son advance,
And a fair image to present
Of what the Boy so long had meant:
[...] was such a chance as this made all
The World into this order fall:
Thus the first lovers, on the clay
Of which they were composed lay;
So in their prime with equall grace
Met the first patternes of our race:
Then blush not (faire) or on him frowne,
Or wonder how you both came downe;
But touch him, and heel tremble strait,
How could he then support your weight?
How could the Youth alas, but bend
When his whole heaven upon him lean'd?
If ought by him amisse were done,
[...] was that he let you rise so soon.
Of Silvia.
OUr sighs are heard, just heav'n declares
The sense it has of lovers cares;
She that so far the rest outshin'd,
Silvia the faire whiles she was kinde;
As if her frowns impair'd her brow,
Seems only not unhandsome now:
So when the skie makes us endure
A storme, it selfe becomes obscure.
Hence `tis that I conceale my flame,
Hiding from
Flavias selfe her name;
Lest she provoking heaven should prove
How it rewards neglected love;
Better a thousand such as I
Their griefe untold should pine and dye:
Then her bright morning overcast
With sullen clouds should be defac't.
The Budd.
LAtely on yonder swelling bus
[...],
Big with many a comming Rose,
This early Bud began to blush,
And did but halfe it self disclose;
And pluck't it, though no better g
[...]owh
[...];
Yet now you see how full tis blow
[...];
Still as I did the leaves inspire,
With such a purple light they shon
As if they had bin made of fire,
And
[...]preading so would flame anon:
All that was meant by ayre or sun
To the young flower my breath has done.
If our loose breath so much can doe,
What may the same informe's of love,
Of purest love and musick too
When
Flavia it aspires to move:
When that which lifele
[...]se buds per
[...]wades
To wax more
[...]oft her youth invades.
To a Lady singing a Song of his composing.
CHloris your selfe you so excell
When you vouchsafe to breath my thought,
That like a spirit with this spell
Of my owne teaching I am taught.
That Eagles fate and mine are one
Which on that shaft that made him dye,
Espy'd a feather of his owne
Wherewith he meant to soare so high.
Had eccho with so sweet a grace,
Narcissns loud complaints return'd,
Not for reflexion of his face:
But of his voyce the Boy had mourn'd.
At the mariage of the Dwar
[...]fes.
THe signe or chance makes others wive,
But nature did this match contrive;
Eve might as well have
Adam fled
As she deny'd her little bed
To him for whom heaven seem'd to frame,
And measure out this only dame.
Thrice happy is that humble paire
Beneath the levell of all care;
Over whose heads those arrows
[...]lye
Of sad distrust and jealousie:
Secur'd in as high extream,
As if the world held none but them.
To him the fairest Nimphs doe shew
Like moving mountains top't with snow:
And every Man a Polipheme
Does to his
Galatea seem:
None may presume her faith to prove,
He pro
[...]fers death that proffers love.
Ah
(Cloris) that kind nature thus
From all the world had sever'd us;
Creating for our selves us two,
As love has me for only you.
Vpon Ben. Iohnson.
MIrror of Poets, mirror of our age!
Which her whole face beholding on thy stage;
Pleas'd and displeas'd with her owne faults, indures
A remedy like those whom musique cures:
Thou hast alone those various inclinations
Which Nature gives to Ages, Sexes, Nations:
Hast tracked with thy All-re
[...]embling Pen
What ever custome has impos'd on men:
Or ill got habit which deserts them so,
That scarce one brother can the brother know,
Is representing to the wondring eyes
Of all that see or read thy Comedies:
Who ever in those glasses looke, may finde
The spots return'd or graces of the minde:
And by the helpe of so divine an Art
At leisure view and dresse his nobler part.
Narcissus couzened by that
[...]latt'ring Well,
And nothing could but of his beauty tell,
Had here discovering that the deform'd stat
[...]
Of his fond mind preserv'd himsel
[...]e with hate;
But vertue too as well as vice, is clad
In flesh and bloud so well, that
Plato had
Beheld what his high fancie once embrac't,
Vertue with
[...]olours, speech, and motion grac't:
The sundry postures of thy copious muse,
Who would expre
[...]se a thousand tongues must use;
Whose fate's no lesse peculiar then thy Art,
For as thou couldst all characters impart:
[...] none could render thine who still escapes
[...]ike
Prot
[...]us in variety of shapes:
[Page 84] Who was, nor this, nor that, but all wee finde,
And all wee can imagine in mankinde.
To Mr. George Sands, on his Translation of some parts of the Bible.
HOw bold a work attempts that pen,
Which would inrich our vulgar tongue,
With the high raptures of those men,
Who here with the same spirit sung:
Wherewith they now assist the Quire
Of Angels, who their Songs admire?
What-ever those inspired soules
Were u
[...]ged to expresse did shake,
The aged deep and both the Poles
Their num'rous Thunder could awake
Dull earth, which does with heaven consent,
To all they wrote, and all they meant.
Say (Sacred Bard) what could bestow
Courage on thee, to
[...]oare so high?
Tell me
[...] (brave Friend) what help'd thee so
To shake off all mortality?
To light this Torch thou hast climb'd higher,
Then he
[...] who stole Coelestiall fire.
Chloris and Hilas.
Chl.
HIlas Ô
Hilas why sit we mute,
Now that each bird saluteth the Spring:
Winde up the slackned strings of thy Jute,
Never canst thou want matter to sing?
For love thy breast does fill with such a fire,
That what
[...]oe're is faire, moves thy desire,
Hil.
Swe
[...]test you know, the sweetest of things,
Of various flowers the Bee's doe compose,
Yet no particular taste it brings
Of Violet, Woodbind, Pink, or Rose:
So love the resultance is of all our graces
Which
[...]low from a thousand severall faces.
Chl.
Hilas, the birds which chant in this grove,
Could we but know their language they use,
They would instruct us better in love,
And reprehend thy inconstant muse:
For love their breasts does fill with such a fire,
That what they once doe choose, bound their desire,
Hil.
Chloris this change the birds doe approve,
Which the warme season hither does bring;
Times from your selfe does further remove
You, then the winter from the gay Spring:
She that like lightning shin'd while her face lasted,
The oak now resembl
[...]s which lightning have blasted.
Vnder a Ladies Picture.
SUch
Hellen was, and who can blame the Boy,
That in so bright a flame consum'd his Troy?
But had like vertue shin'd in that fair Gre
[...]k,
The am'rous shepheard had not dar'd to seek▪
Or hope for pity, but with silent moan,
And better fate had perished all alone.
In answer of Sir Iohn Sucklings verses.
Con.
STay here fond youth, and aske no more, be wise,
Knowing too much, long since lost Paradise.
Pro.
And by your knowledge we should be bere
[...]t
Of all that Paradise which yet is left.
Con.
The vertuous joyes thou hast thou would
[...]t should still
Last in their pride, and wouldst not take it ill:
If rudely from sweet dreams, and for a toy
Thou awak't the wakes himselfe that does enjoy.
Pro.
How can the joy or hope which you allow
Be stiled vertuous, and the end not so?
Talk in your sleep and shadows still admire,
'Tis true, he wakes that feels this reall fire,
But to sleep better; for who ere drinks deep
Of this
Nepenthe, rocks himselfe asleep.
Con.
[Page 87]
Fruition adds no new wealth, but destroyes,
And while it pleaseth much yet still it cloyes:
Who thinks he shall be happier made for that,
As reasonably might hope he might grow fat
By eating to a surfet, this once past,
What relishes? even kisses lose their taste.
Pro.
Blessings may be repeated, while they cloy,
But shall we starve, cause surfeiting destroy?
And if fruition did the taste impaire
Of kisses: why should yonder happy paire
Where joyes, just Himen, warrants all the night
Consume the day too in this le
[...]e delight.
Con.
Urge not tis necessary; alas we know
The homeliest thing that mankinde does is so.
The world is of a large extent we see,
And must be peopled, children there must be,
So must bread too, but s
[...]ce there are enough
Borne to that drudgery, what need we plough?
Pro.
I need not plough since what the stooping Hinde
Gets of my pregnant land, must all be mine:
But in this nobler tillage tis not so,
For when
Anchises did fair
Venus know
What intrest had poore Vulcan in the boy,
Great bold
Aeneas, or the present joy.
Con.
Women enjoy'd what
[...]tofore they have been,
Are like Romances read, or Scenes once seen:
Fruition dulls, or spoyles the play much more
Then if one read, or knew the plot before.
Pro.
[Page 88]
Playes and Romances read, and seen, do fall
In our opinions, yet not seen at all:
Whom would they please? to an Heroick tale,
Would you not listen, least it should grow stale?
Con.
Tis expectation makes a blessing dea
[...]e,
Heaven were not heaven, if wee knew what it were.
Pro.
If't were not heaven, if wee knew what it were,
Twould not bee Heaven to those that now are there.
Con.
As in prospects wee are there pleased most,
Where something keepes the eye from being lost,
And leaves roome to gue
[...]e; so here restraint,
Holds up delight, that with exce
[...]se would faint.
Pro.
Restraint preserves the pleasure wee have got,
But hee n
[...]ere has it, that injoyes it not.
In goodly prospects who contracts the space,
O
[...]
[...]akes not all the bounty of the place?
Wee wish remov'd what
[...]tandeth in our light,
And nature blam'd for limitting our sight,
Where you stand wisely winking at the view
Of the
[...] prospect, may bee alwaies new.
Con.
[...] who know all the wealth they have, are poore:
[...] onely rich that cannot tell his store.
Pro.
Not hee that knows the wealth hee has is poore,
But hee that dares not touch nor use his store.
To A. H: of the different successe of their Loves.
THrice happy paire of whom wee cannot know,
Which first began to love, or loves most now:
Fair course of passion where two lovers start,
And run together, heart still yoak't in heart:
Successefull youth, whom love has taught the way,
To bee victorious in thy first essay.
Sure lov's an Art best practized at first,
And where th' experienc'd still prosper worst.
I with a different fate pursu'd in vain
The haughty
Coelia, till my just disdain
Of her neglect, above that passion born;
Did pride to pride oppose, and scorn to scorn.
Now s
[...]ee relents, but all too late to move
A heart diverted to a Nobler love:
The scales are turn'd, her kingdom weighs no more,
Now, then my vows and service did before:
So in some well wrought hangings, you may see
How
Hector leads, and how the
Grecians fly,
Here the fierce
Mars his courage so inspires,
That with bold hands the
Argive Fleet hee
[...]ires,
But there from heaven the blew ey'd virgin falls,
And frighted
Troy retires within her walls.
They that are formost in that bloody place,
Turn head anon and gives the Conquerours chace:
So like the chances are of love and warre,
That they alone in this distinguish'd are:
In love the Victors from the vanquish'd fly,
They flye that wound, and they pursue that dye▪
An Apologie for having loved before.
THey that never had the use
Of the Grapes surprizing juyce;
To the first delicious cup,
All their reason render up:
Neither doe nor care to know,
Whether it bee the best or no.
So they that are to love inclin'd;
Sway'd by chance, not choyce, or art:
To the first that's fair or kind,
Make a present of their heart:
Tis not shee that first wee love,
But whom dying wee approve.
To man that was ith' evening made,
Starres gave the first delight:
Admiring in the glooming shade,
Those little drops of light.
Then at
A
[...]rora, whose faire hand
Remov'd him from the skies:
Hee gazing towards the East did stand,
Shee entertain'd his eyes.
But when the bright sun did appear,
All those hee gan dispise,
His wonder was determin'd there,
Hee could no higher rise.
Hee neither might, nor wisht to know
A more re
[...]ulgent light:
[Page 91] For that as mine, your beauties now,
Imploy his utmost sight.
Palamede to Zelinde, Ariana, Lib. 6.
FAirest peice of well form'd earth,
Urge not thus your haughty birth:
The power which you have o're us, lies
Not in your race, but in your eyes.
None but a Prince, alas, that voy
[...]
Confines you to a narrow choyce!
Should you no honey vow to taste,
But what the Master Bees have plac't
In compasse of their cells, how small
A portion to your share would fall?
Nor all appeare among those few,
Worthy the stock from whence they grew:
The sap which at the root is bred,
In trees, through all the boughes is spred,
But vertues which in Parents shine,
Make not like progre
[...]se through the Line.
Tis not from whom, but where wee live;
The place does oft those graces give.
Great
Iulius on the Mountains bred,
A flock perhaps, or Herd had led.
Hee that the world subdu'd, had been
But the best wrastler on the green.
Tis Art and knowledge, which draw forth
The hidden seeds of native worth:
They blow those sparks, and make them rise
Into such
[...]lames, as touch the Skies▪
A Pedigree which reach'd to Heaven,
Of mortall seed they were not held,
Which other mortals so excell'd,
And beauty too in such excesse
As yours,
Zelind
[...], claimes no lesse.
Smile but on mee, and you shall scorn,
Henceforth to bee of Princes born.
I can describe the shady Grove
Where your lov'd Mother slept with
Iove,
And yet excuse the faultlesse Dame,
Caught with her Spouses, shape, and name:
Thy matchle
[...]se f
[...]rm will credit bring,
To all the wonders I shall sing.
FINIS.