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A35654	Poems and translations with the Sophy / written by the Honourable Sir John Denham, Knight of the Bath.	Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.; Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669. Sophy.; Virgil. Aeneis. Liber 2. English.	1668 (1668)	Wing D1005; ESTC R4710	83,594	304

POEMS AND TRANSLATIONS WITH THE SOPHY Written by the Honourable Sir IOHN DENHAM Knight of the Bath LONDON Printed for H. Herringman at the Sign of the Blew-Anchor in the Lower-Walk of the New-Exchange 1668. To the King Sir AFter the delivery of your Royal Father's Person into the hands of the Army I undertaking to the Queen Mother that I would find some means to get access to him she was pleased to send me and by the help of Hugh Peters I got my admittance and coming well instructed from the Queen his Majesty having been long kept in the dark he was pleased to discourse very freely with me of the whole state of his Affairs But Sir I will not lanch into a History instead of an Epistle One morning waiting on him at Causham smiling upon me he said he could tell me some news of my self which was that he had seen some Verses of mine the evening before being those to Sir R. Fanshaw and asking me when I made them I told him two or three years since he was pleased to say that having never seen them before He was afraid I had written them since my return into England and though he liked them well he would advise me to write no more alleging that when men are young and have little else to do they might vent the overflowings of their Fancy that way but when they were thought fit for more serious Employments if they still persisted in that course it would look as if they minded not the way to any better Whereupon I stood corrected as long as I had the honour to wait upon him and at his departure from Hampton Court he was pleased to command me to stay privately at London to send to him and receive from him all his Letters from and to all his Correspondents at home and abroad and I was furnisht with nine several Cyphers in order to it Which trust I performed with great safety to the persons with whom we corresponded but about nine months after being discovered by their knowledge of Mr. Cowleys hand I happily escaped both for my self and those that held correspondence with me that time was too hot and busie for such idle speculations but after I had the good fortune to wait upon your Majesty in Holland and France you were pleased sometimes to give me arguments to divert and put off the evil hours of our banishment which now and then fell not short of your Majesties expectation After when your Majesty departing from St. Germayns to Jersey was pleased freely without my asking to confer upon me that place wherein I have now the honour to serve you I then gave over Poetical lines and made it my business to draw such others às might be more serviceable to your Majesty and I hope more lasting Since that time I never disobeyed my old Masters commands till this Summer at the Wells my retirement there tempting me to divert those melancholy thoughts which the new apparitions of Forreign invasion and domestick discontent gave us But these clouds being now happily blown over and our Sun cleerly shining out again I have recovered the relapse it being suspected that it would have proved the Epidemical disease of age which is apt to fall back into the follies in youth yet Socrates Aristotle and Cato did the same and Scaliger saith that Fragment of Aristotle was beyond any thing that Pindar or Homer ever wrote I will not call this a Dedication for those Epistles are commonly greater absurdities than any that come after for what Author can reasonably believe that fixing the great name of some eminent Patron in the forehead of his book can charm away censure and that the first leafe should be a curtain to draw over and hide all the deformities that stand behind it neither have I any need of such shifts for most of the parts of this body have already had Your Majesties view and having past the Test of so cleer and sharp-sighted a Iudgment which has as good a Title to give Law in Matters of this Nature as in any other they who shall presume to dissent from Your Majesty will do more wrong to their own Iudgment then their Iudgment can do to me And for those latter Parts which have not yet received Your Majesties favourable Aspect if they who have seen them do not flatter me for I dare not trust my own Iudgment they will make it appear that it is not with me as with most of mankind who never forsake their darling vices till their vices forsake them and that this Divorce was not Frigiditatis causâ but an Act of Choice and not of Necessity Therefore Sir I shall only call it an humble Petition that Your Majesty will please to pardon this new amour to my old Mistress and my disobedience to his Commands to whose memory I look up with great Reverence and Devotion and making a serious reflection upon that wise Advice it carries much greater weight with it now than when it was given for when age and experience has so ripened mans discretion as to make it fit for use either in private or publick Affairs nothing blasts and corrupts the fruit of it so much as the empty airy reputation of being Nimis Poeta and therefore I shall take my leave of the Muses as two of my Predecessors did saying Splendidis longum vale dico nugis Hic versus caetera ludicra pono Your Majesties most faithful and loyal Subject and most dutiful and devoted servant Io. Denham THE TABLE COopers Hill 1 The Destruction of Troy an Essay on the second Book of Virgil's Aeneis 31 On the Earl of Strafford's Tryal and Death 65 On my Lord Crost's and my Iourney into Poland from whence we brought 10000l for his Majesty by the Decimation of his Scottish Subjects there 67 On Mr. Tho. Killigrew ' s return from his Embassie from Venice and Mr. Murry's from Scotland 70 To Sir John Mennis being invited from Calice to Bologne to eat a Pig 73 Natura Naturata 76 Sarpedon's Speech to Glaucus in the 12. of Homer 78 Martial Epigram Out of an Epigram of Martial 80 Friendship and single life against Love and Marriage 82 On Mr. Abraham Cowley his death and burial amongst the Ancient Poets 89 A Speech against Peace at the Close Committee 95 To the five Members of the honourable House of Commons The Humble Petition of the Poets 101 A Western Wonder 105 A second Western Wonder 107 News from Colchester or A proper new Ballad of certain Carnal passages betwixt a Quaker and a Colt at Horsly near Colchester in Essex 109 A Song 115 On Mr. John Fletchers Works 116 To Sir Richard Fanshaw upon his Translation of Pastor Fido. 119 A Dialogue between Sir John Pooley and Mr. Thomas Killigrew 122 An occasional imitation of a modern Author upon the Game of Chess 126 The Passion of Dido for Aeneas 128 Of Prudence 147 Of Iustice. 163 The Progress of Learning 172 The Sophy

a Tragedy Coopers Hill SUre there are Poets which did never dream Upon Parnassus nor did tast the stream Of Helicon we therefore may suppose Those made not Poets but the Poets those And as Courts make not Kings but Kings the Court So where the Muses their train resort Parnassus stands if I can be to thee A Poet thou Parnassus art to me Nor wonder if advantag'd in my flight By taking wing from thy auspicious height Through untrac't ways and aery paths I fly More boundless in my Fancy than my eie My eye which swift as thought contracts the space That lies between and first salutes the place Crown'd with that sacred pile so vast so high That whether 't is a part of Earth or sky Uncertain seems and may be thought a proud Aspiring mountain or descending cloud Pauls the late theme of such a Muse whose flight Has bravely reach't and soar'd above thy height Now shalt thou stand though sword or time or fire Or zeal more fierce than they thy fall conspire Secure whilst thee the best of Poets sings Preserv'd from ruine by the best of Kings Under his proud survey the City lies And like a mist beneath a hill doth rise Whose state and wealth the business and the crowd Seems at this distance but a darker cloud And is to him who rightly things esteems No other in effect than what it seems Where with like hast though several ways they run Some to undo and some to be undone While luxury and wealth like war and peace Are each the others ruine and increase As Rivers lost in Seas some secret vein Thence reconveighs there to be lost again Oh happiness of sweet retir'd content To be at once secure and innocent Windsor the next where Mars with Venus dwells Beauty with strength above the Valley swells Into my eye and doth it self present With such an easie and unforc't ascent That no stupendious precipice denies Access no horror turns away our eyes But such a Rise as doth at once invite A pleasure and a reverence from the sight Thy mighty Masters Embleme in whose face Sate meekness heightned with Majestick Grace Such seems thy gentle height made only proud To be the basis of that pompous load Than which a nobler weight no Mountain bears But Atlas only that supports the Sphears When Natures hand this ground did thus advance 'T was guided by a wiser power than Chance Mark't out for such a use as if 't were meant T' invite the builder and his choice prevent Nor can we call it choice when what we chuse Folly or blindness only could refuse A Crown of such Majestick towrs doth Grace The Gods great Mother when her heavenly race Do homage to her yet she cannot boast Amongst that numerous and Celestial host More Hero's than can Windsor nor doth Fames Immortal book record more noble names Not to look back so far to whom this Isle Owes the first Glory of so brave a pile Whether to Caesar Albanact or Brute The Brittish Arthur or the Danish Knute Though this of old no less contest did move Then when for Homers birth seven Cities strove Like him in birth thou should'st be like in fame ' As thine his fate if mine had been his Flame But whosoere it was Nature design'd First a brave place and then as brave a mind Not to recount those several Kings to whom It gave a Cradle or to whom a Tombe But thee great Edward and thy greater son The lillies which his Father wore he won And thy Bellona who the Consort came Not only to thy Bed but to thy Fame She to thy Triumph led one Captive King And brought that son which did the second bring Then didst thou found that Order whither love Or victory thy Royal thoughts did move Each was a noble cause and nothing less Than the design has been the great success Which forraign Kings and Emperors esteem The second honour to their Diadem Had thy great Destiny but given thee skill To know as well as power to act her will That from those Kings who then thy captives were In after-times should spring a Royal pair Who should possess all that thy mighty power Or thy desires more mighty did devour To whom their better Fate reserves what ere The Victor hopes for or the Vanquisht fear That bloud which thou and thy great Grandsire shed And all that since these sister Nations bled Had been unspilt had happy Edward known That all the bloud he spilt had been his own When he that Patron chose in whom are joyn'd Souldier and Martyr and his arms confin'd Within the Azure Circle he did seem But to foretell and prophesie of him Who to his Realms that Azure round hath joyn'd Which Nature for their bound at first design'd That bound which to the Worlds extreamest ends Endless it self its liquid arms extends Nor doth he need those Emblemes which we paint But is himself the Souldier and the Saint Here should my wonder dwell here my praise But my fixt thoughts my wandring eye betrays Viewing a neighbouring hill whose top of late A Chappel crown'd till in the Common Fate The adjoyning Abby fell may no such storm Fall on our times where ruine must reform Tell me my Muse what monstrous dire offence What crime could any Christian King incense To such a rage was 't Luxury or Lust Was he so temperate so chast so just Were these their crimes they were his own much more But wealth is Crime enough to him that 's poor Who having spent the Treasures of his Crown Condemns their Luxury to feed his own And yet this Act to varnish o're the shame Of sacriledge must bear devotions name No Crime so bold but would be understood A real or at least a seeming good Who fears not to do ill yet fears the Name And free from Conscience is a slave to Fame Thus he the Church at once protects spoils But Princes swords are sharper than their stiles And thus to th' ages past he makes amends Their Charity destroys their Faith defends Then did Religion in a lazy Cell In empty airy contemplations dwell And like the block unmoved lay but ours As much too active like the stork devours Is there no temperate Region can be known Betwixt their Frigid and our Torrid Zone Could we not wake from that Lethargick dream But to be restless in a worse extream And for that Lethargy was there no cure But to be cast into a Calenture Can knowledge have no bound but must advance So far to make us wish for ignorance And rather in the dark to grope our way Than led by a false guide to erre by day Who sees these dismal heaps but would demand What barbarous Invader sackt the land But when he hears no Goth no Turk did bring This desolation but a Christian King When nothing but the Name of Zeal appears 'Twixt our best actions and the worst of theirs What does he