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Verses, written upon several occasions by Abraham Cowley.
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Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.
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Wing C6694; ESTC R1522
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the Chair made out of the Reliques of Sir Francis Drake's Ships CHear up my Mates the wind does fairly blow Clap on more sail and never spare Farewell all Lands for now we are In the wide Sea of Drink and merrily we go Bless me 't is hot another bowl of wine And we shall cut the Burning Line Hey Boyes she scuds away and by my head I know VVe round the VVorld are sailing now VVhat dull men are those who tarry at home VVhen abroad they might wantonly rome And gain such experience and spy too Such Countries and VVonders as I do But prythee good Pilot take heed what you do And fail not to touch at Peru VVith Gold there the Vessel we 'll store And never and never be poor No never be poor any more 2. VVhat do I mean what thoughts do me misguide As well upen a staff may VVitches ride Their fancy'd Journies in the Ayr As I sail round the Ocean in this Chair 'T is true but yet this Chair which here you see For all its quiet now and gravitie Has wandred and has travailed more Than ever Beast or Fish or Bird or ever Tree before In every Ayr and every Sea't has been 'T has compas'd all the Earth and all the Heavens 't has seen Let not the Pope's it self with this compare This is the only Universal Chair 3. The pious VVandrers Fleet sav'd from the flame Which still the Reliques did of Troy persue And took them for its due A squadron of immortal Nymphs became Still with their Arms they row about the Seas And still make new and greater voyages Nor has the first Poetick Ship of Greece Though now a star she so Triumphant show And guide her sailing Successors below Bright as her ancient freight the shining fleece Yet to this day a quiet harbour found The tide of Heaven still carries her around Only Drakes Sacred vessel which before Had done and had seen more Than those have done or seen Ev'n since they Goddesses and this a Star has been As a reward for all her labour past Is made the seat of rest at last Let the case now quite alter'd be And as thou went'st abroad the World to see Let the World now come to see thee 4. The World will do 't for Curiositie Does no less than devotion Pilgrims make And I my self who now love quiet too As much almost as any Chair can do Would yet a journey take An old wheel of that Chariot to see Which Phaeton so rashly brake Yet what could that say more than these remains of Drake Great Relique thou too in this Port of ease Hast still one way of Making Voyages The breath of fame like an auspicious Gale The great trade-wind which ne're does fail Shall drive thee round the World and thou shalt run As long around it as the Sun The straights of time too narrow are for thee Lanch forth into an indiscovered Sea And steer the endless course of vast Eternitie Take for thy Sail this Verse and for thy Pilot Mee ODE Upon Dr. Harvey 1 COy Nature which remain'd though Aged grown A Beauteous virgin still injoyd by none Nor seen unveil'd by any one When Harveys violent passion she did see Began to tremble and to flee Took Sanctuary like Daphne in a tree There Daphnes lover stop't and thought it much The very Leaves of her to touch But Harvey our Apollo stopt not so Into the Bark and root he after her did goe No smallest Fibres of a Plant For which the eiebeams Point doth sharpness want His passage after her withstood What should she do through all the moving wood Of Lives indow'd with sense she tooke her flight Harvey persues and keeps her still in sight But as the Deer long-hunted takes a flood She leap't at last into the winding streams of blood Of mans Meander all the Purple reaches made Till at the heart she stayd Where turning head and at a Bay Thus by well-purged ears was she o're-heard to say 2. Here sure shall I be safe sayd shee None will be able sure to see This my retreat but only Hee Who made both it and mee The heart of Man what Art can er'e reveal A wall Impervious between Divides the very Parts within And doth the Heart of man ev'n from its self conceal She spoke but e're she was aware Harvey was with her there And held this slippery Proteus in a chain Till all her mighty Mysteries she descry'd Which from his wit the attempt before to hide Was the first Thing that Nature did in vain 3. He the young Practise of New life did see Whil'st to conceal its toylsome Poverty It for a Living wrought both hard and privately Before the Liver understood The noble Scarlet Dye of Blood Before one drop was by it made Or brought into it to set up the Trade Before the untaught Heart began to beat The tunefull March to vital Heat From all the Souls that living Buildings rear Whether implyd for earth or sea or air Whether it in the womb or egg be wrought A strict account to him is hourly brought How the Great Fabrick do's proceed VVhat time and what materials it do's need He so exactly do's the work survey As if he hir'd the workers by the day 4. Thus Harvey sought for truth in truths own Book The creatures which by God himself was writ And wisely thought 't was fit Not to read Comments only upon it But on th' original it self to look Methinks in Arts great Circle others stand Lock't up together Hand in Hand Every one leads as he is led The same bare path they tread And Dance like Fairies a Fantastick round But neither change their motion nor their ground Had Harvy to this Road confind his wit His noble Circle of the Blood had been untroden yet Great Doctor Th' art of Curing's cur'd by thee VVe now thy Patient Physick see From all inveterate diseases free Purg'd of old errors by thy care New dieted put forth to clearer ayr It now will strong and healthfull prove It self before Lethargick lay and could not move 5. These Vsefull secrets to his Pen we owe And thousands more 't was ready to bestow Of which a Barba'rous VVars unlearned Rage Has robb'd the Ruin'd Age O cruell loss as if the Golden Fleece VVith so much cost and labour bought And from a farr by a Great Hero Brought Had sunk eve'n in the Ports of Greece O Cursed VVarre who can forgive thee this Houses and towns may rise again And ten times easier it is To rebuild Pauls than any work of his That mighty task none but himself can doe Nay scarse himself too now For though his VVit the force of Age withstand His Body alas and Time it must command And Nature now so long by him surpass't VVill sure have her revenge on him at last ODE Upon His Majesties Restoration and Return Virgil. Quod optanti Divûm promittere nemo Auderet volvenda dies en attulit ultro