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A33611	A chain of golden poems embellished with wit, mirth, and eloquence : together with two most excellent comedies, (viz.) The obstinate lady, and Trappolin suppos'd a prince / written by Sr Aston Cokayn.; Chain of golden poems	Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684.; Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684. Obstinate lady.; Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684. Trappolin creduto principe.	1658 (1658)	Wing C4894; ESTC R20860	211,316	545

hopefull youth and let thy happy strain Redeem the Glory of the Stage again Lessen the Loss of Shakespeares death by thy Successful Pen and fortunate phantasie He did not onely write but act And so Thou dost not onely act but writest too Between you there no difference appears But what may be made up with equal years This is my Suffrage and I scorn my Pen Should crown the heads of undeserving men 11. Of Love Heroick Caesar that did overcome So many Nations triumphed in Rome Was by a Lady's eye captived so That amorously he did both court and woe And never quiet was till he enjoy'd Fair Cleopatra her young brothers bride Illustrious Anthony did leave the Care To be Romes Emperour and forsook the War Left all his Souldiers in a doubtful Fight And on the Seas pursued his fled delight Since such great mindes by Love enthralled be Wherefore alas wonders the world if we May married couples lawfully enjoy The Sweetes of Love till they themselves do cloy And must the rest their censures undergo For the same thing which they so often do We must not have fruition where we woo'd But onely there where we do know 't is good A circumstance doth make a thing unjust For th'chastest Love is but a Lawful Lust 12. To young Maides translated out the 3. lib. De Arte Amandi Venturae memores jam nunc estote senectae Sic nullum vobis Tempus abibit iners Dum licet veros etiam nunc editis annos Ludite sunt anni more fluentis aquae Nec quae praeteriit rursum revocabitur unda Nec quae praeteriit hora redire potest Vtendum est aetate cito pede labitur aetas Nec bona tam sequitur quam bona prima fuit Think often on old Age and it's decayes And so you will not lose your flourishing dayes Whil'st you enjoy fit years young wenches play For years like speedy waters steal away Past streams will never be cal'd back again Nor will an hour return though spent in vain Use youth for it quickly away doth pass And time to come's not as the former was Thus far the Roman Poet. But alas That book the cause of his exilement was And if you follow the advise h'ath given 'T wil work you a worse banishment from Heaven 13. To Plautia Away fond thing tempt me no more I 'le not be won with all thy store I can behold thy golden hair And for the owner nothing care Thy Starry eyes can look upon And be mine own when I have done Thy cherry ruby lips can kiss And for fruition never wish Can view the Garden of thy cheeks And slight the roses there as leeks Can hear thee sing with all thine Art Without enthralling of mine heart My Liberty thou canst not wrong With all the Magick of thy tongue Thy warm Snow-breasts and I can see And neither sigh nor wish for thee Behold thy feet which we do bless For bearing so much happiness Yet they at all should not destroy My strong preserved Liberty Could see thee naked as at first Our Parents were when both uncur'st And with my busie searching eyes View strictly thy hid rarities Yet after such a free survey From thee no Lover go away For thou art false and wilt be so I else no other fair would wo. Away therefore tempt me no more I 'le not be won with all thy store 14. Of my Mistress written at Venice I thought when I was far remov'd My Mistress I should not have lov'd But having seen another Fair As in all Cities Beauties are My former passions should forget And here a new affection set But Venice though fam'd every where For matchless Ladies cannot bear My thoughts from her whom I unkind Though she the cause have left behind Had she not been a cruel One But lov'd I then had stai'd at home And be she far more harsher then Tigers half starv'd or salvage men Abroad she shall not kill me I In my own Countrey will go die And vow some true friend to engrave Upon my Stone this Epitaph Here lies the Man whose faith him slew Who still had liv'd if been untrue 15. To Mrs. Mary Coke an Acrostick M y busie eyes lately captiv'd me so A bove my strength I know not what to do R etain my Liberty I could not all Y our beauties Lady needs must make a thrall C ould I but shew my heart which I desire O n it your Picture you might see entire K inde therefore be and let it be your will E ffectually to save and not to kill 16. To my Uncle Sir John Stanhope an Acrostick S ir to be silent unto you would be I magin'd ill by you thought worse by me R eason I have to write and therefore will I cannot with my thoughts sit and be still O ver and over let me search my heart H ere you and there I find in every part N o man was ever to another bound S o much as I to you for you have found T o make your self more matchless such new A s the Invention would extort a praise wayes N ature was kind to me and I do bless H er care to give me such an happiness O nely t' have been your friend had been a fate P roud to have made me ever but my State E xceedes I am your Nephew and you do Increase my joy and make me your friend too Shall I be silent then I can as well Make my self worthy as refrain to tell You are my wonder every word you speak Vice trembles at and thinks that she shall break No stop hath vertue but you do remove Casting the same away out of your love Live long and glory in your worth for you Equal your will exceed what others do 17. Of my Mistress I love a Lass whose eyes are Stars Divine Whose teeth are pearls set in a ruby line Whose mouth 's a sacred spell and doth encharm Her coldest hearers hearts and makes them warm Whose hairs are curls of God and can compel The God of Love himself to love her well But be she cruel would here eyes were not Such Heavenly Stars that they might be forgot Would her teeth were not pearls but far from fair That I for them at all might nothing care Would her mouth were an homely one and all Her hair would change the curious hew or fall For if my Mistress force me to despair I cannot choose but wish she were not fair 18. To my Cousin Mr. Charles Cotton an Acrostick C ousin I write to you that you may know H ow much I love you and how much would A ll that I can I will do and have good show R eason to do much more and if I coo'd L ong time I have desired to express E ach thought I have of my own happiness S uch you have made me by your love and do C ompel me each day more to honour you O 't is a noble part

a time To cheat their eyes and perpetrate her Crime 115. Of the Thames Some gallant Rivers do neglected run And have no viewers but the constant Sun The solitary Moon and Beasts that by Their hollow banks do feed themselves to die Whil'st upon Thames the Glory of our Isle Fair Towns and Palaces and Castles smile But above all London that doth embrace Those sprightly streams affords the chiefest grace 'T is well it is so big or else this Town Would in the Beer that 's drunk soon quaff it down 116. To my fellow Travellour Mr. Maurice La Meir alias Ardenville How many Cities have we seen together But now I wish we might seen one another 117. To Porphyrius Porphyrius that is enough to tell He that doth all things ill doth nothing well An Epigram's is too short for such a matter His faults but touch'd at brief deserve a Satyre And as an expert Archer hits the white So on the Black his Poet needes must light 118. His Mistress She is his own and he is happy much Because besides himself none doth her touch But 't is not for respect to him or her For she 's so foul all men do her abhor She constant is to him against her minde And he t' her ' cause he can no other find 119. Their Marriage A wedding solemniz'd because none els Would court them to divide them from themselves And it is fit they should be married when None els will have that Woman or Woman Man The beasts are coupled and 't will be no wonder If like beasts they agree or part asunder 120. An Epitaph on Mr. Humphry Cumberford who died in Tamworth about the 34th year of his age and lyes there buried Here Master Humphry Cumberford doth ly Who was a Man of truth and honesty A Lady Knighted him to his good fate Whose Honour so scap'd nulling by the State Belov'd he was by all of every sort From Bess of Bow-Mill to the very Court He dy'd a maid or if he did do ill 'T was not his Nature but against his will But let him rest in peace and may we all Wish we may die as well when death doth call 121. To Clarinda That Lent is sweet devout Clarinda sayes And why she feeds on sweet-meats most those days But pardon me that thus traduce your merit You keep the flesh low to advance the Spirit 122. To my Book Go trivial Book and when thou art abroad Be humble where thou find'st a kind abode If at thy errours any smile give way It is not handsome in thee to gainsay They gave some money for thee and 't is fit That for their money they some laughter get EPIGRAMS The second Book 1. To the Fellow-Commoners of Trinity Colledge in Cambridge GEntlemen in my youth I spent some years Within your walls but few it plain appears By this poor Book which I an offering make Unto you for your recreations sake Not that I do presume that you may finde Any thing in it worth your eyes or minde But that the view of these slight toyes may raise You to accomplish works deserving praise When you have laugh'd enough at these pray take Each of you Pen in hand and better make Which would a noble emulation prove And from our rank an Obloquie remove 2. To the Reader Reader because I would escape the fury Of all thy Tribe the grand and petty Jury That sit on Books and Wits I do profess Although this Book be small the Wit in 't 's less Having thus censur'd it I need not fear What others say or wish them to forbear Why should you read it therefore you exclaime Because y 'ave bought it read it o're for shame 13. To Mr. Tho. Harper a Printer You Printers and the Stationers do raise Unto your selves a fame if not a praise For be the Authour what he will you give Stamps of your Names on 's Book and with him live But if Errata's you prevent you raise Not onely to your selves a Fame but praise 4. Of Virgil. Wherefore should Virgil wrong the Carthage Queen Was it through Ignorance or out of spleen If he unwittingly eclips'd her Glory The ablest Poet was unskil'd in Story If he through malice tax'd her with such guilt It was ' cause she Romes dreaded rivall built But he might think though her he did debase To be in his Lines any thing was Grace 5. To Mr. Bryan Cokaine Cousin I hope each Star when you was born Did Heaven with a benign aspect adorn And every glistering jewel of the sky Dispense their Good to your Nativity You being sweet-condition'd having mov'd All men to honour you so well belov'd Nobly descended bred to all the Arts That give a man renown for worthy parts To a great fortune heir and a brave seat For what then Rushton can be held more sweet Married to a fine Lady the first day Of her youths spring whose ripe and flourishing May Of Beauty still is years to come yet she Handsome as fancy can think woman t' be Inheritrix unto a grand estate And yet her excellent vertues far more great We needs must guess the Heavens your friend and know Y 'ave so much Land upon 't the earth is so 6. To Mrs. Elizabeth Cokaine his Lady Hail Maid and wife But Cousin I wish you Had chang'd that name were older for a new But this is not enough without another I wish you quickly too an happy Mother Rushton and Roster both expect you shood Unite them strictlier by so great a good Cokaines and Trenthams then their joys will tell So till a Christning come Cousin Farewell 7. To my honest kinsman Mr. John Cokaine When at your Pigeon-house we meet sometime Though bawling Puritans call it a Crime And pleasant hours from serious thoughts do steal With a fine little glass and temperate Ale Talk of Sir Cokaine and how near He was alli'd to Will the Conquerer Liv'd in his reign at Henningham Castle and That lately there his Bow and Arrows did stand That there his Sword and Buckler hung and that If they have scap'd these Times th' are all there Some fall asleep because healths are but few yet And care not for such Tales though ne're so true So as through too much drink we see sleep come On others it for too little falls on some 8. To Dulcinea Dulcinea it seems bears me a grutch Cause of my Love to her I talk so much To love and have no vent at all would break An heart therefore give Lovers leave to speak But be appeas'd fair Maid for I 'le be sworn I love thee vertuous vicious O thee should scorn 9. To Sir Robert Brett Sir that your Lady Cousin-german is Unto my wife and yet I boast of this Is not my amplest glory I rejoyce That to the world your friendship I may voice 10. To Mr. George Porter Whether in one that I affect above Others I honour should or friendship love Is now become my doubt