let me go My anguish with my Soul together came And in my heart burst out the former flame Since which my uncomb'd locks unheeded flow Undrest forlorn I care not how I go Inspir'd with Wine thus Bacchus frolick rout Stagger'd of old and straggled all about Put on put on the happy Ladies say Thy Royal Robes fair Laodamia Alas before Troys Walls my Dear does lie What pleasure can I take in Tyrian die Shall Curls adorn my head an Helmet thine I in bright Tissues thou in Armour shine Rather with studied negligence I 'll be As ill if not disguised worse than thee O Paris rais'd by ruins may'st thou prove As fatal in thy War as in thy Love O that the Grecian Dame had been less fair Or thou less lovely hadst appear'd to Her O Menelaus timely cease to strive With how much blood wilt thou thy loss retrieve From me ye Gods avert your heavy doom And bring my Dear laden with Laurels home But my heart fails me when I think of War The sad reflection costs me many a tear I tremble when I hear the very name Of every place where thou shalt fight for fame Besides th' adventurous Ravisher well knew The safest Arts his Villany to pursue In noble dress he did her heart surprize With gold he dazled her unguarded Eyes He backt his Rape with Ships and armed Men Thus storm'd thus took the beauteous Fortress in Against the power of Love and force of Arms There 's no security in the brightest Charms Hector I fear much do I Hector fear A Man they say experienc'd in War My Dear if thou hast any love for me Of that same Hector prithee mindful be Fly him be sure and every other Foe Lest each of them should prove an Hector too Remember when for fight thou shalt prepare Thy Laodamia charg'd thee Have a care For what wounds thou receiv'st are giv'n to her If by thy valour Troy must ruin'd be May not the ruin leave one Scar on thee Sharer in th' honour from the danger free Let Menelaus fight and force his way Through the false Ravishers Troops t' his Helena Great be his Victory as his Cause is good May he swim to her in his Enemies Blood Thy Case is different may'st thou live to see Dearest no other Combatant but me Ye generous Trojans turn your Swords away From his dear Breast find out a nobler Prey Why should you harmless Laodamia slay My poor good natur'd Man did never know What 't is to fight or how to face a Foe Yet in Loves Field what wonders can he do Great is his Prowess and his Fortune too Let them go fight who know not how to woo Now I must own I fear'd to let thee go My trembling Lips had almost told thee so When from thy Father's house thou didst withdraw Thy fatal stumble at the door I saw I saw it sigh'd and pray'd the sign might be Of thy return a happy Prophecy I cannot but acquaint thee with my fear Be not too brave Remember Have a care And all my dreads will vanish into Air. Among the Grecians some one must be found That first shall set his foot on Trojan ground Unhappy she that shall his loss bewail Grant O ye Gods thy courage then may fail Of all the Ships be thine the very last Thou the last Man that lands there needs no hast To meet a potent and a treacherous Foe Thou 'lt land I fear too soon tho' ne'r so slow At thy Return ply every Sail and Oar And nimbly leap on thy deserted shore All the day long and all the lonely night Black thoughts of thee my anxious Soul affright Darkness to other Womens pleasures kind Augments like Hell the torments of my mind I court e'en Dreams on my forsaken Bed False Joys must serve since all my true are fled What 's that same aiery Phantom so like thee What wailings do I hear what paleness see I wake and hug my self 't is but a Dream The Grecian Altars know I feed their flame The want of hallow'd Wine my tears supply Which make the sacred fire burn bright and high When shall I clasp thee in these Arms of mine These longing Arms and lie dissolv'd in thine When shall I have thee by thy self alone To learn the wondrous Actions thou hast done Which when in rapturous words thou hast begun With many and many a kiss prithee tell on Such interruptions grateful pauses are A Kiss in Story 's but an Halt in War But when I think of Troy of winds and waves I fear the pleasant dream my hope deceives Contrary winds in Port detain thee too In spight of wind and tide why wouldst thou go Thus to thy Country thou wouldst hardly come In spight of wind and tide thou went'st from home To his own City Neptune stops the way Revere the Omen and the Gods obey Return ye furious Grecians homeward fly Your stay is not of Chance but Destiny How can your Arms expect desir'd success That thus contend for an Adulteress But let not me forespeak you no set Sail And Heav'n be friend you with a prosperous gale Ye Trojans with regret methinks I see Your first encounter with your Enemy I see fair Helen put on all her Charms To buckle on her lusty Bridegroom's Arms She gives him Arms and kisses she receives I hate the transports each to other gives She leads him forth and she commands him come Safely victorious and triumphant home And he no doubt will make no nice delay But diligently do what e're she say Now he returns see with what amorous speed She takes the pond'rous Helmet from his head And courts the weary Champion to her Bed We Women too too credulous alas Think what we fear will surely come to pass Yet while before the Leaguer thou dost lie Thy Picture is some pleasure to my Eye That I caress in words most kind and free And lodge it on my Breast as I would Thee There must be something in it more than Art 'T were very Thee could it thy mind impart I kiss the pretty Idol and complain As if like Thee 't would answer me again By thy return by thy dear Self I swear By our Loves Vows which most religious are By thy beloved Head and those gray Hairs Which time may on it Snow in future years I come where e'r thy Fate shall bid Thee go Eternal Partner of thy Weal and Woe So thou but live tho all the Gods say No. Farewel but prethee very careful be Of thy beloved Self I mean of me TO THE Excellent Master of MUSICK SEIGNIOR PIETRO REGGIO On His BOOK of SONGS THo to advance thy Fame full well I know How very little my dull Pen can do Yet with all deference I gladly wait Enthrong'd amongst th' attendants on thy State Thus when Arion by his Friends betray'd Upon his Understanding Dolphin play'd The Scaly People their Resentments show'd By pleas'd Levaltoes on the wondring sloud Great Artist
it not in Gath nor Ascalon The best of Monarchs fell by impious Power Th' unspotted Victim for the guilty bled He bow'd he fell there where he bow'd he fell down dead Baptiz'd Blest Martyr in his sacred gore V. Nor could those tempests in the giddy State O mighty Prince thy Loyalty abate Though put to slight thou fought'st the Parthian way And still the same appear'dst to be Among the Beasts and scaly Fry A Behemoth on Land and a Leviathan at Sea Still wert thou Brave still wert thou Good Still firm to thy Allegiance stood Amidst the foamings of the popular sloud Cato with such a constancy of mind Espous'd that Cause which all his Gods declin'd Till gentler Stars amaz'd to see Thy matchless and undaunted Bravery Blusht and brought back the murthered Father's Son Lest thou shouldst plant him in th' Imperial Throne Thou with thy single hand alone He that forgets the Glories of that Day When CHARLES the Merciful return'd Ne'r felt the transports of glad Sion's Joy When she had long in dust and ashes mourn'd He never understood with what surprize She open'd her astonish'd eyes To see the goodly Fabrick of the second Temple rise VI. When CHARLES the Merciful his Entrance made The Day was all around serene Not one ill-boding Cloud was seen To cast a gloomy shade On the triumphal Cavalcade In that his first and happy Scene The Pow'rs above foretold his Halcyon Reign In which like them He evermore should prove The kindest methods of Almighty Love And when black Crimes His Justice should constrain His pious Brest should share the Criminals pain Fierce as the Lion can he be and gentle as the Dove Here stop my Muse the rest let Angels sing Some of those Angels who with constant care To His Pavilion near attendants are A Life-guard giv'n him by th' Omnipotent King Th' Omnipotent King whose Character He bears Whose Diadem on Earth he wears And may he wear it long for many many years VII And now illustrious Ghost what shall we say What Tribute to thy precious memory pay Thy Death confounds and strikes all Sorrows dumb Kingdoms and Empires make their moan Rescu'd by thee from Desolation In Pilgrimage hereafter shall they come And make their Offerings before thy Tomb Great Prince so fear'd abroad and so ador'd at home Jove's Bird that durst of late confront the Sun And in the wanton German Banners plaid Now hangs her Wing and droops her Head Now recollects the Battels thou hast won And calls too late to thee for aid All Christendom deplores the loss Whilst bloudy Mahomet like a Whirl-wind flies And insolently braves the ill-befriended Cross Europe in bloud and in confusion lies Thou in an easie good old age Remov'd from this tumultuous Stage Sleep'st unconcern'd at all its Rage Secure of Fame and from Detraction free He that to greater happiness would attain Or towards Heav'n would swifter fly Must be much more than mortal man And never condescend to Die Dec. 13. 1682. POEMA In OBITUM ILLUSTRISSIMI PRINCIPIS RUPERTI LATINE REDDITUM Non carmine PINDARICO ut illud sed ut vocatur LAPIDARIO Quod est medium inter Oratoriam Poesin Videsis Emanuelem Thesaurum in Patriarchis AUTHORE ANONYMO I. PRoculdubiò non sumus quod videmur Et nosmet ipsos aequo plus aestimamus Obliti quod veluti Creatis omnibus Et nobis etiam Fato succumbendum Homo totius Terrarum Orbis Dominus Heu quà m superbé quam fastuosè sonat Paucos incertos illudit annos Nunc spe deceptus nunc metu cruciatus Per angustum Vitae curriculum Tandem ad taciturnas labitur Tenebras Et quandò morimur quam citò Turba tremula Jamdudum Natûs terrore percita Venerationem solitam cum Catenis exuunt Et ad libitum despectas tractant Reliquias Potentissime Princeps Quem prodiga Natura Ars industria Ad celebritatem immortalem adaptâssent Cui plus addere non valuit ipsius ultima Benignitas Vnde venit quod Nomen tuum Venerandum Themati meo prostitueretur Per Viros Doctiores ingratè neglectum Et indoctâ meâ Musâ deliniri relictum II. Dicite mihi Viri peritiores si legistis In pulchris Mortuorum Catalogis Nomen adeò formidatè Magnum Tantis Mirâclis inaemulo amore refertum In quo omnes Charites Virtutes concertârunt Adeò terribile adeò dulce Nomen Ostendire mihi Stellam in Firmamento Honoris Sit etiam Primoe Magnitudinis Quae à tenebris hujus Mundi erepta Majorem Mundo fulgorem praestitit O Viri eruditi ostendite mihi unam Quae tam splendido Radio effulget Rupertus est Constellatio Praelucens Arcturum Pleiades Et si olim Stella Juliana praefulsit Ignes minores quantum illos Luna Posteritas forsitan mirabitur quare Hero illos multo Divinior Nullum post ejus Apotheosin In Galaxîa jubar relinqueret Sole clarius Meridionali III. Quo pacto Musa mea tremens laudes tuas recitabit Laudes tuas etiam Pindari Carmine excelsiores Vnde volatum sumet audacem Vt in altum sublevetur In Numeris Masculis Blandis In numeris adaequatis Coelesti Famae tuae sublimitati Si à Nobili tuâ Genealogiâ Sanguis Regalis in Venis tuis scintillans Humilem Plebeiam dedignatur Eulogiam Nam de Te modice loquens Blasphemat Si à claris Bellicis facinoribus incipiet Et Virilia incunabula decantet Rebellis jamdudum sentivit Britannia Quantis Mirandis Cunae tuae claruere Loricis fasciatus Tympana lachrymas demulserunt Et Tubarum clangores somnum allicierunt Sic olim Alcides praematurum dedit specimen In primo Infantiae Diluculo Angues teneribus collidens manibus Qualia in aetate provectâ superaret Monstra IV. Auguste Princeps in quo Mars Minerva suas Vires contulere ingentem formare Animum Praeclaris Posteris in Exemplar designatum Quoties Turmae Rebelles coram te profugerunt Genii tui Numine terrefactae Cum de Nube Sulphureâ Fulminibus dedisti sonoris Leges tuas tremendas Perduellibus insolentibus Frustra vexilla explicârunt perfida Frustra pugnârunt frustra fuderunt preces Armis tuis Victricibus attonitae Donec Superi causis adhuc incognitis Causis secretis profundis Connivêre paulisper quasi obdormientes Et peramatum Christum suum dereliquisse videbantur In Coronam triumphavit prosperum Nefas Et Regum optimum à Solio deturbavit Ne annuntietis hoc in Gath aut Ascalon Monarcharum optimus impiâ vi corruit Immaculata Victima pro Sontibus fudit sangninem Inclinavit se cecidit ubi inclinaverat cecidit mortuus Martyr beatus in Sacro suo Cruore Baptisatus V. Nec valuerunt Turbines in Anarchiâ istâ vertiginosâ Invicte Princeps fidelitatem tuam vibrare Nam retrocedens pugnasti more Parthico Et semper Idem remansisti Inter pecora pisces squammosas In terrâ Behemoth in
must face our Enemy If Cannons bellow out a death Or Trumpets woo away our breath 'T is brave amidst the glittering Throng to die Nay Sampson-like to fall with Company III. Then let the Swordman domineer Ican nor Pike nor Musket fear Clog me with Chains your envies tire For when I will I can expire And when the puling sit of Life is gone The worst that cruel man can do is done The WISH SONG I. NOt to the Hills where Cedars move Their cloudy head not to the Grove Of Myrtles in th' Elysian shade Nor Tempe which the Poets made Not on the spicy Mountains play Or travel to Arabia I aim not at the careful Throne Which Fortune's darlings sit upon No no the best this fickle world can give Has but a little little time to live II. But let me soar O let me flie Beyond poor Earths benighted eye Beyond the pitch swift Eagles towre Above the reach of humane Power Above the Stars above the way Whence Phoebus darts his piercing Ray. O let me tread those Courts that are So bright so pure so blest so fair As neither thou nor I must ever know On Earth 't is thither thither would I go The CORDIAL In the Year 1657. SONG I. DId you hear of the News O the News how it thunders Do but see how the block-headed Multitude wonders One fumes and stamps and stares to think upon What others wish as fast Confusion One swears w' are gone another just agoing While a third sits and cries 'Till his half-blinded eyes Call him pitiful Rogue for so doing Let the tone be what 't will that the mighty Ones utter Let the cause be what 't will why the poorer sort mutter I care not what your State-confounders do Nor what the stout repiners undergo I cannot whine at any alterations Let the Swede beat the Dane Or be beaten again What am I in the Croud of the Nations II. What care I if the North and South Poles come together If the Turk or the Pope's Antichristian or neither If fine Astroea be as Naso said From Mortals in a peevish fancy fled Rome when 't was all on fire her People mourning 'T was an Emperour could stand With his Harp in his hand Sing and play while the City was burning Celadon on Delia singing ODelia for I know 't is she It must be she for nothing less could move My tuneless heart than something from above I hate all earthly Harmony Hark hark ye Nymphs and Satyrs all around Hark how the bafled Eccho faints see how she dies Look how the winged Choir all gasping lies At the melodious sound See while she sings How they droop and hang their wings Angelick Delia sing no more Thy Song 's too great for mortal ear Thy charming Notes we can no longer bear O then in pity to the World give o're And leave us stupid as we were before Fair Delia take the fatal choice Or veil thy beauty or suppress thy Voice His passion thus poor Celadon betray'd When first he saw when first he heard the lovely Maid The Advice SONG I. POor Celia once was very fair A quick bewitching Eye she had Most neatly look'd her braided hair Her dainty Cheeks would make you mad Upon her Lip did all the Graces play And on her Breasts ten thousand Cupids lay II. Then many a doting Lover came From seventeen till twenty one Each told her of his mighty flame But she forsooth affected none One was not handsome t'other was not fine This of Tobacco smelt and that of Wine III. But t'other day it was my Fate To walk along that way alone I saw no Coach before her Gate But at the Door I heard her mone She dropt a tear and sighing seem'd to say Young Ladies marry marry while you may TO Mr. SAM AUSTIN Of Wadham Coll. OXON On his most unintelligible Poems SIR IN that small inch of time I stole to look On th' obscure depths of your mysterious Book Heav'n bless my eye-sight what strains did I see What Steropegeretick Poetry What Hieroglyphick words what all In Letters more than Cabalistical We with our fingers may your Verses scan But all our Noddles understand them can No more than read that dungfork pothook hand That in * The Devils hand-writing in Queen's Coll. Library at Oxford Queen's Colledge Library does stand The cutting Hanger of your wit I can't see For that same scabbard that conceals your Fancy Thus a black Velvet Casket hides a Jewel And a dark woodhouse wholesom winter Fuel Thus John Tradeskin starves our greedy eyes By boxing up his new-found Rarities We dread Actaeons Fate dare not look on When you do scowre your skin in Helicon We cannot Lynceus-like see through the wall Of your strong Mortar'd Poems nor can all The small shot of our Brains make one hole in The Bulwark of your Book that Fort to win Open your meanings door O do not lock it Undo the Buttons of your smaller Pocket And charitably spend those Angels there Let them enrich and actuate our Sphere Take off our Bongraces and shine upon us Though your resplendent beams should chance to tan us Had you but stoln your Verses then we might Hope in good time they would have come to light And felt I not a strange Poetick heat Flaming within which reading makes me sweat Vulcan should take 'em and I 'd not exempt 'em Because they 're things Quibus lumen ademptum I thought to have commended something there But all exceeds my commendations far I can say nothing but stand still and stare And cry O wondrous strange profound and rare Vast Wits must fathom you better than thus You merit more than our praise as for us The Beetles of our Rhimes shall drive full fast in The wedges of your worth to everlasting My Much Apocalyptiqu ' friend Sam. Austin TO MY Ingenious Friend Mr. WILLIAM FAITHORN On his Book of Drawing Etching and Graving Should I attempt an Elogy or Frame A Paper-structure to secure thy name The lightning of one Censure one stern frown Might quickly hazard that and thy renown But this thy Book prevents that fruitless pain One line speaks purelier Thee than my best strain Those Mysteries once like the spiteful mold Which bars the greedy Spaniard from his Gold Thou dost unfold in every friendly Page Kind to the present and succeeding age That Hand whose curious Art prolongs the date Of frail Mortality and baffles Fate With Brass and Steel can surely potent be To rear a lasting Monument for thee For my part I prefer to guard the Dead A Copper-Plate beyond a Sheet of Lead So long as Brass so long as Books endure So long as neat wrought Pieces Thou 'rt secure A Faithorn sculpsit is a charm can save From dull oblivion and a gaping grave On the Commentaries of Messire Blaize de MONTLUC To the Worthy Translator CHARLES COTTON Esq He that would aptly write of warlike men Should make his Ink of Blood a Sword
his Pen At least he must their Memories abuse Who writes with less than Maro's mighty Muse All Sir that I could say of this great Theme The brave Montluc would lessen his esteem Whose Laurels too much native verdure have To need the Praises vulgar Chaplets crave His own bold hand what it durst write durst do Grappled with Enemies and Oblivion too Hew'd his own Monument and grav'd thereon It 's deep and durable inscription To you Sir whom the valiant Author owes His second Life and Conquest o're his Foes Ill natur'd Foes Time and Detraction What is a Stranger 's Contribution Who has not such a share of vanity To dream that one who with such industry Obliges all the World can be oblig'd by me A Character of a BELLY-GOD Catius and Horace Horace WHence Brother Case and whither bound so fast Ca. O Sir you must excuse me I 'm in hast I dine with my Lord Mayor and can't allow Time for our eating Directory now Though I must needs confess I think my Rules Would prove Pythagoras and Plato Fools Hor. Grave Sir I must acknowledge 't is a crime To interrupt at such a nick of time Tet stay a little Sir it is no Sin You 're to say Grace ere Dinner can begin Since you at food such Virtuoso are Some Precepts to an hungry Poet spare Ca. I grant you Sir next pleasure ta'n in eating Is that as we do call it of repeating I still have Kitchin Systems in my mind And from my Stomach's fumes a Brain well lin'd Hor. Whence pray Sir learnt you those ingenuous Arts From one at home or hir'd from foreign parts Ca. No names Sir I beseech you that 's foul play We ne'r name Authors only what they say 1. ' For Eggs chuse long the round are out of fashion ' Unsavoury and distasteful to the Nation ' E're since the brooding Rump they 're addle too ' In the long Egg lyes Cock a doodle-doo 2. ' Chuse Coleworts planted on a soil that 's dry ' Even they are worse for th' wetting verily 3. ' If Friend from far shall come to visit then ' Say thou wouldst treat the Wight with mortal Hen ' Do n't thou forthwith pluck off the cackling head ' And impale Corps on Spit as soon as dead ' For so she will be tough beyond all measure ' And Friend shall make a trouble of a pleasure ' Steept in good Wine let her her life surrender ' O then she 'l eat most admirably tender 4. ' Mushromes that grow in meadows are the best ' For ought I know there 's Poyson in the rest 5. ' He that would many happy Summers see ' Let him eat Mulberries fresh off the Tree ' Gather'd before the Sun 's too high for these ' Shall hurt his Stomach less than Cheshire Cheese 6. ' Aufidius had you done so 't had undon ye ' Sweetned his morning's draughts of Sack with Honey ' But he did ill to empty veins to give ' Corroding Potion for a Lenitive 7. ' If any man to drink do thee inveigle in ' First wet thy whistle with some good Metheglin 8. ' If thou art bound and in continual doubt ' Thou shalt get in no more till some get out ' The Muscle or the Cockle will unlock ' Thy Bodies trunk and give a vent to nock ' Some say that Sorrel steept in Wine will do ' But to be sure put in some Aloes too 9. ' All shell-fish with the growing Moon increast ' Are ever when she fills her Orb the best ' But for brave Oysters Sir exceeding rare ' They are not to be met with every where ' Your Wain-fleet Oysters no man will prefer ' Before the juicy Grass-green Colchester ' Hungerford Crawfish match me if you can ' There 's no such Crawlers in the Ocean 10. ' Next for your Suppers you it may be think ' There go's no more to 't but just eat and drink ' But let me tell you Sir and tell you plain 'To dress'em well requires a man of brain ' His Palate must be quick and smart and strong ' For Sauce a very Critick in the Tongue 11. ' He that pays dear for Fish nay though the best ' May please his Fishmonger more than his Guest ' If he be ignorant what sawce is proper ' There 's Machiavel in th' Menage of a Supper 12. ' For Swines-flesh give me that of the Wild Boar ' Pursu'd and hunted all the Forrest o're ' He to the liberal Oke ne're quits his love ' And when he finds no Acorns grunts at Jove ' The Hampshire Hog with Pease Whey that 's fed ' Sty'd up is neither good alive nor dead 13. ' The tendrels of the Vine are Sallads good ' If when they are in season understood 14. ' If Servants to thy Board a Rabbet bring ' Be wise and in the first place carve a Wing 15. ' When Fish and Fowl are right and at just age 'A Feeders curiosity t' asswage ' If any ask who found the Mystery ' Let him enquire no further I am he 16. ' Some fancy Bread out of the Oven hot ' Variety's the Glutton's happiest lot 17. ' It's not enough the wine you have be pure ' But of your Oyl as well you ought be sure 18. ' If any fault be in the generous Wine ' Set it abroad all night and 't will refine ' But never strein't nor let it pass through Linen ' Wine will be worse for that as well as Women 19. ' The Vintner that of Malaga and Sherry ' With damn'd ingredients patcheth up Canary ' With segregative things as Pigeons eggs ' Strait purifies and takes away the dregs 20. ' An o're-charg'd Stomach roasted shrimps will ease ' The Cure by Lettuce is worse than the Disease 21. 'To quicken Appetite it will behove ye 'To feed couragiously on good Anchovie 22 ' Westphalia Ham and the Bolognia Sawsage ' For second or third course will clear a passage ' But Lettuce after Meals fie on 't the Glutton ' Had better feed upon Ram-ally Mutton 23. 'T were worth one's while in Palace or in Cottage ' Right well to know the sundry sorts of Pottage ' There is your French Pottage Nativity broth ' Yet that of Fetter-lane exceeds them both ' About a limb of a departed Tup ' There may you see the green herbs boyling up ' And fat abundance o're the furnace float ' Resembling Whale-Oyl in a Greenland Boat 24. ' The Kentish Pippin's best I dare be bold ' That ever Blew-Cap Costard-monger sold 25. ' Of Grapes I like the Raisins of the Sun ' I was the First immortal Glory won ' By mincing Pickled Herrings with these Raisin ' And Apples 'T was I set the world a gazing ' When once they tasted of this Hogan Fish ' Pepper and Salt enamelling the Dish 26. ' 'T is ill to purchase great Fish with great matter ' And then to serve it up in scanty Platter ' Nor is it less unseemly