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A28854	The chast and lost lovers living shadowed in the person of Arcadius and Sepha and illustrated with the several stories of Haemon and Antigone, Eramio and Amissa, Phaon and Sappho, Delithason and Verista ... : to which is added the contestation betwixt Bacchus and Diana, and certain sonnets of the author to Aurora / digested into three poems by Will. Bosworth.	Bosworth, William, 1607-1650?	1653 (1653)	Wing B3800; ESTC R4184	62,993	144

THE CHAST and LOST LOVERS Lively shadowed in the persons of Arcadius and Sepha and illustrated with the severall stories of Haemon and Antigone Eramio and Amissa Phaon and Sappho Delithason and Verista Being a description of several LOVERS smiling with delight and with hopes fresh as their youth and fair as their beauties in the beginning of their Affections and covered with Bloud and Horror in the conclusion To this is added the Contestation betwixt Bacchus and Diana and certain Sonnets of the Author to AURORA Digested into three Poems by Will Bosworth Gent. Me quoque Impune volare sereno Calliope dedit ire coelo London Prnted for William Shears and are to be sold at the sign of the Bible in St. Pauls Church-Yard 1653. To the true Lover of all good Learning the Honourable John Finch Esq SIR IF Poetry be truly conceived to carry some Divinity with it and Poets on what Subjects soever their Fancies have discoursed have bin intitaled Divine as the Divine Mr. Spencer the Divine Ronsard the Divine Ariosto how much more properly may they be esteemed to be Divine who have made chast Love their Argument which is a fire descended frō Heaven and habituall in its Action is alwayes ascending and aspiring to it This is that Love which Xenophon doth distinguish from the sensuall and doth call it The heavenly Venus and with this our Poet being powerfully inspired hath breathed forth these happy raptures to declare That Love and the Muses are so near of kinne that the greatest Poets are the greatest Lovers And Sir although there is no man a more absolute master of his passions than your self and therefore you cannot be said to be subjected unto Love yet it shall be no dishonor to you to acknowledge your self to be a lover of the Muses In this confidence I have made bold to tender unto you these Poems the work of a young Gentleman of 19 years of Age who had he lived might have been as well the Wonder as the Delight of the Arts and been advanced by them amongst the highest in the Temple of Fame The Myrtle and the Cypresse Groves which he made more innocent by his Love shall remember and the musick of the Birds shall teach every tree to repeat to one another his chast complaint and the flourish of the trees shall endeavour to raise unto Heaven his name which they shall wear ingraved on their leaves These are onely his first flights his first fruits the early flowers of his youth flowers they are but so sweetly violent that as their Beauties doe arrest our eyes so I hope their perfume will continue through many Ages to testifie the Influence of your protection and the most gracefull resentments of him who is Sir Your most humble and devoted servant R. C. To the Reader THis Booke hath the fate which the modesty of Antiquity did assigne to their Bookes which is not to be extant till the Death of the Auth●…r declining thereby the p●…esumption of an assumed and a sawcy Immortality and owing this new life which by their remaining labours they received to the Benefit and Commendation of Posterity These Poems are secure in themselves and neither fear the tongue of the Detractor nor desire the praise of the Encomiastick their one worth can best speak their own merit but this it shall be lawfull for me to insert that in one Book and of so small a bulke you shall seldome see more cont●…ined He doth swell Not with th'how much he writeth but th'how well You shall find in this System the Idea of Poetry at large and in one garland all the flowers on the Hill of Parnasus or on the banks of Helicon The high the fluent and the pathetick discourses of his lovers and the transformation of them after their death into precious stones into Birds into Flowers or into Monuments of Marble you shall finde hath allusion to Ovids Metamorphosis which in Ovids own iudgement was the best piece that ever he composed and for which with most confidence he doth seem to challenge to himself the deserved honour of a perpetuall Fame The strength of his fancy and the shadowing of it in words he taketh from Mr. Marlow in his Hero and Leander whose mighty lines Mr. Benjamin Iohnson a man sensible enough of his own abilities was often heard to say that they were Examples fitter for admiration than for parallel you shall find our Author every where in this imitation This the one Some say fair Cupid unto her inclin'd Mourn'd as he went and thinking on her pin'd And in another place And as she went casting her eyes aside Many admiring at her beauty dy'd This the other And mighty Princes of her love deny'd Pin'd as they went thinking on her dy'd You shall finde also how studious he is to follow him in those many quick and short sentences at the close of his fanc●… with which he every where doth adorn his writings The weaving of one story into another and the significant flourish that doth attend it is the peculiar Grace of Sir Philip Sidney whom our Author doth so happily imitate as if he were one of the same Inteligences that moved in that incomparable Compasse His making the end of one Verse to be the frequent beginning of the other besides the Art of the Trope was the labour and delight of Mr. Edmund Specer whom Sir Walt Raleigh and S. Ke●…e●● Digby were used to call the English Virgill and indeed Virgill himself did often use it and in my opinion with a greater grace making the last word only of his Verso to be the beginning of the Verse following as Sequitur pulcherrimus Astur Astur equo sidens ve●…si●…oloribus armis Virgill hath nothing more usuall than this gracefull way of repetition as those who are most conversant with him can readily witnesse with me Our Authors making use of one and the same Verse in several places is also taken from Virgill as you shall often find in his Georgicks which he would never have let passe being full twelve years in the compleating of that work if he had conceived it would have bin looked upon as an imperfection either of two much Haste or Sloth and this also is often to be found in Homer You behold now how many and what great Examples our Author hath propounded to himself to imitate if it be obiected that it is a disparagement to imitate any be they never so excelent according to that of Horace O imitatorum stultum pecus It is no absurdity to make answer that Horace wrote that in a criticall hour when he abounded with a hypercrytical sense for if you please to look upon the Fragments of those Greek Poets which in many books are inserted at the end of Pindar you shall undoubtedly find that Horace hath translated as much of them as are now extant word for word and put them into the first book of his Odes which is very easie in this place

to be represented but that it is much beyond our room and a little besides our subiect But more fully to satisfie the obiection it may be answered that in this Horace had no relation at all to the words or fancy of the Imitator but to these new numbers and measures which he first taught the Roman Muse to tread and this makes him so much to magnifie himself Libera per vacuum posui vestigia princeps The works of Virgill are nothing else but mere Imitations●… in his Eclogues he followeth Theocritus in his Aeaeids Homer in his Georgicks he imitateth Hesiod which he conceiveth to be so far from his preiudice that he esteemeth it his glory Ascraeumque cano Romana per oppida carmen And yet because the same subiect was not treated on before by any Latine Poet you may observe how confident he is of himself Iuvat ire viam quâ nulla priorum Castaliam molli deducitur orbita clivo These praelibations may serve not only to discharge our Author but to raise him above those accusations which peradventure some distemper'd Criticks might have charged him with The other part of his invention is intirely his own smooth yet smart and as clear as it is active Now when all this shall be done at nineteen years of age and out of a desire onely to please you what entertainment should you give unto it with what flowers should you crown his memory who brought so many flowers to crown your delight Take them and peruse them his leaves invite every hand to turn them over The young men may read them for their Information and with some sympathy of affection The old men for their Recreation The Ladies may learn them by heart and repeat them to one another for this the Muses upon their credit have given me in charge to impart unto them That whatsoever they shall lay forth on his praises the Book readover they will finde it paid back to them in the reckoning R. C. On the Amorous and pathetick story of Arcadius and Sepha c. LO here the Muse which to our eye discovers The bleeding Fate of many haples Lovers●… What though his warbling lyre not gravely rings With such deep notes as lofty CLIO sings His Muse is soft as sweet and though not strong Pathetick lively all on fire and young Flowing with tears and smiles and full of sport As fits the subject of fair VENVS Court And this may Court you to peruse his Book So oft i' th' streets with prompter eyes wee look On lovely Girls who but their shooe-strings tye Than Wives their Garters making fast more high L. B. On the exact and elabourate story of Arcadius and Sepha and the rest of the Beavy of the Lovers WHat brave young Man is this whose lute doth lead The dancing Rocks and teach the Woods to tread Is Thracian Orpheus reviv'd whose laye Hath now charm'd Hell to get himself away Son of the Arts and Heav'n our hearts we fill With joy and zeal to gratulate thy skill What fitting tributes shall we bring thee now To crown thy merits and adorn thy brow For since thy harp to follow Trees are grac'd Bayes of themselvs unto thy Brows maks haste F. L. An Epitaph on the deceased Author in allusion to his Sonnets on Aurora SAd Lover thou who to thy cruel Saint Didst teach thy Muse to breath thy last complaint Whilst thou the Ends that Sex aim'd at mad'st known Me thought I heard thee thus to speak thy own Lo here the Glory of all Womens pride The matchless Trophy of their Beauties might To kill by Treason and hid fires provide Those to devour whom they do most invite Poor injur'd ashes you too late have try'd How ill they doe the gentlest hearts requite O that in Beauties should those flames be known Which burn our brests yet never warm their own E. G. On the deathlesse Poems of the deceased Author HAppy young Man who though laid under ground Thy name to Honour a sure way hath found Thy chast Arcadius shall with Sepha live Whiles the kind Sun warmth to the Earth shal give And every Age shall take delight to see Fair Haemon met with fair Antigone Whiles thankfull Rivers to the Seas make hast Eramioes and Amissaes love shall last No more shall Phaon by contempt be led But foot to foot shall now with Sappho tread And Delithasons youth and chast desires Shall keep more warm his fair Veristaes fires Thus whilst that thou with thy immortall layes Beauty and Love and Innocence dost praise That praise which thou to others worths dost lend Doth make thy own high as the Stars ascend S. P. On these laboured Poems of the deceased Authour Mr. WILLIAM BOSWORTH THese bleeding Lovers and unstaind desires Their undry'd tears their religious fires And their Stars sullen malice which did bend Their lives and loves to an untimely end May bring the pious Reader with perfumes Of flowr's and sighs to worship at their tombs And their high flames admire But ô forbear That hasty zeal and do not tread too near For know the flames so ardent were that burn'd Their suffering hearts and them to ashes turn'd That by your sighes they may too soon be blown Into new life and fet on fire your own L. C. The BOOKE to the READER Reader MY Author vow'd to prattle forth his Loves And fill the azure skyes with watry clouds My Author vow'd to dwell in shady groves And paint his Fortune in Diana's shrouds For the best Artist that the world admires Was but the Artist of his own Desires You must not then expect a curious straine That best befits the queintness of his story No that 's a shadow for a riper brain Let them report it that have had the glory The guilded tresses of the clearest shining Have neither force in rising nor declining Then take the branches of his tender vine Which here you have presented though he fears You 'l draw his meaning by too strict a line For yet he ne'r attain'd to thrice seven years Yet let me pass and e're his day see's night His Hawk may please you with a fairer slight Arcadius and Sepha 1 NEar to the Caspian streights where Dolphins sing Hippobatos a verdant Meadow lay Along which Meadow ran a silver Spring Winding her streams as careless of her way Here would she stay and seem returning home Till with her self her self was overcome 2 Down by which brook there sate a little Ladd A little Ladd nam'd a Epimenides Close to his foot a little Dog he had Whose Masters face Character'd his disease Sighing he said and to the Powers above Make me ô Gods immortall for my love 3 Snatch hence my soul the better part I have And him of his detested life deprive Who vows to live obscurely in a Cave Shall Sepha die and I remain alive Satyres goe weep and when ye hear her name Blow forth my Loves inevitable fame 4 Let swiftest thoughts possess

proud to tye her hair And so delighting held it up so hard Lovers from favours of it were debarr'd Each step she took was like a vertuous way Or path where her distressed Lovers lay For as she went casting her eyes aside Many admiring at her beauty dyd Of all the gestures that her body had With one especiall gesture she was clad And that was this oft as thou us'd to walk Into the groves to hear the small birds talk Antigone thy praise thou oft was us'd I think by some diviner power infus'd To ravish men often was thou indu'd With that sweet grace which each spectator ru'd A carelesse winding of thy body 't was Reeling and nodding as thou by didst pass Like frisking Kidds upon the Mountains seen Or wanton Lambs that play upon the Green Then wouldst thou leap from bank to bank and rise Th' Iocastaean body into the skies While Zephyrus better to help the flee Would flie beneath but 't was thy Heav'n to see Then wouldst thou swing abroad thy tender hands●… At whose pure shine each eye amazed stands And with thy finger beck which gave excuse To lovers saying thou call'dst but t was thy use This Haemon saw ev'n as the smiling ground With various-colour'd flowers her temples crown'd She crops a rose and why so did she seek There was a purer Rosie in her cheek But Lord to see putting it to her nose What purer beauty could there be then those Like Corall held in her most most pure hands Or blood and sickly milk that mingled stands The pale-fac'd Lillie from the stalk she tears Ev'n as the Lillie so Narcissus fares Sweet Crocus from his weeping root she twinds And him with his beloved Smilax binds Nor Hyacinthus must this favours ●…lie Who with the Cyprian Anenomy After she had retir'd into a shade Of these disc●…lour'd flowers a posie made●… Then lying down●… for sleep began to play The wanton with her eye-lids as she lay She slept not seeing Haemon who still kept Out of her sight or else she had not slept Then gan the Silvan warblers to renew Their pleasant notes with all the merry crew Kind Spring affords each striving best to keep Their untaught quaver lull●…ng her asleep Her Posie to her left hand she convey'd And on that hand her weary head she laid Her right hand had the office to employ A safeguard to her brest where Haemons eye Stood ready fixt softly he would have stole The Posie thence but each wink did controle His bold attempt at last with ravish'd joy That Fortune op't to him so fair a way To so divine a mark he gently laid His trembling lips to hers and softly said Ye Powrs be thank't and if such power ye have As there 's no power but what is yours ô save Your servant ô permit not her disdain T' acquaint my heart with just cause to complain●… Still let her sleep rob me not of this bliss Still let her sleep e're I this favour miss Camelion-like I 'l live upon her breath It Nectar is and will preserve from death With that she wak'd and seeing there so nie An unknown guest she rose and gan to flie Abash'd she would have spoke but too much fear Caus'd it so softly that one could not hear Whether she chid or no Great Queen said she Who art rewarder of Integrity Let me not be defil'd this Haemon heard And would have answer'd but he was debarr'd By her ensuing voice which might inflame Cold Neptunes bosome if but heard the same She views him well surveys with curious eye His face * who with like language doth reply A face she saw the face she sure had known But that she did compar 't with was her own Of beauty pure too pure she thought it was To be the picture of a humane face Those speaking looks that Grace and Majesty Far better would befit a Deity To whom she said but what I must omit Since I am ignorant nor is it fit To let my thoughts into those secrets pry which they deny For had she not been curious of her will She n'ere had whisper'd n'ere had been so still But Haemon thus Lady your looks a Tragick tale unfold I fear the end before I hear it told Why should you tremble so or be affraid Of him in whom your power is display'd Remit this boldness that I did intrude Into your sacred Grove ô fair exclude Not my complaints from your still honor'd praise Lest sable night give period to my dayes Peace said Antigone shall ev'ry grove Where babling Echoes dwell witness your love So much I heard and saw her prettie look Shew him her face in which there lay a book By Cupids finger wrote while he o're joy'd Kist as she spake and with her ribonds toy'd He took her by the hand and softly crusht Sweet balm from thence at sight of which she blu●… He would have sav'd the same but of it mist She would have spake but as she spake he kist Then met his hands about her tender wast So Iupiter when Danae he imbrac't And such like toyes they us'd as lovers use While a pure kiss as if they would infuse Into each others brest their souls was given For Haemon vow'd by all the Powers of Heaven No impious thought that honour should molest Which was ingraven in his loyall brest And that he was from all deceit as free As he desir'd to finde Antigone Goe then said she 't is but one lingring night Our bodies part but ah they parted quite For she towards Diana took her way Where then in Camp Dianas virgins lay Ready to give our God their strong assault Where she was slain Oh 't was her Haemons fault For he belike that Cupid had implor'd Which some call God that favour to afford Through his beloveds brest with his keen dart To make an easie passage to her heart Which Cupid to fulfill did open lay A hole through which a Iavelin took his way At this she starts revenge my death she cry'd Haemon my love Haemon farewell and dy'd At this disaster Dian did repine Hold hold said she Bacchus the battle 's thine The hill I 'le leave yet e're I take my way Permit that I by yonder spring do lay My Virgin dead which yeelded there she laid Her corps and over them a Statue made It stood upright and looking t'wards the East The blood ran trickling down her wounded brest And on each side her sisters statue stood With weeping clothes wiping away the blood This being done Diana left the place Fears making furrowes in her virgin face Her Sisters left to let her body lye But since their Statues did accompany Her tomb they took their way having don this To yon Casperia where her Temple is Now Tytan weary of that sable bed Night did him lend towards Aurora●…led When Haemon weary of slow-footed hours Oft wisht the morning which come each cloud lowrs●… The windes spake loud and little birds were