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A collection of poems by several hands; most of them written by persons of eminent quality.
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best Streams the longest Rivers end His spotless Waves there undistinguisht pass None see how Clear how Bounteous Sweet he was No difference now though late so much is seen 'Twixt Him fierce Rhine and the Impetuous Seyne But lo The Joyful Tide our Hopes restores And dancing Waves extend the wid'ning Shores JAMES is our CHARLES in all things but in Name Thus Thames is daily lost yet still the same ON THE MARRIAGE Of the LADY MARY WITH THE Prince of ORANGE By Edmond Waller in the Year 1677. AS once the Lyon Honey gave Out of the Strong such Sweetness came A Royal Hero no less brave Produc'd this Sweet this Lovely Dame To her the Prince that did oppose Such mighty Armies in the Field And Holland from prevailing Foes Could so well free himself does yield Not Belgia's Fleet his high Command Which Triumphs where the Sun does rise Nor all the force he leads by Land Could guard him from her Conquering Eyes Orange with Youth Experience has In Action Young in Counsel Old Orange is what Augustus was Brave Wary Provident and Bold On that fair Tree which bears his Name Blossoms and Fruit at once are found In him we all admire the same His Flowery Youth with Wisdom Crown'd Empire and Freedom Reconcil'd In Holland are by Great Nassaw Like those he sprung from Just and Mild To willing People he gives Law Thrice happy Pair so near Ally'd In Royal Blood and Virtue too Now Love has you together ty'd Let none this Triple Knot undoe The Church shall be the happy place Where Streams which from the same Source run Tho' divers Lands awhile they grace United there again make one A thousand Thanks the Nation owes To him that does protect us all For while he thus his Niece bestows About our Isle he builds a Wall A Wall like that which Athens had By th' Oracle's Advice of Wood Had theirs been such as Charles has made That Mighty State till now had stood FINIS A Catalogue of Books Printed for and Sold by Francis Saunders FOLIO THe Baronage of England in 3 vol. Monasticon Anglicanum in 3 vol. Both Writ by Sir William Dugdale Shakespear's Plays Beaumont and Fletcher's Plays Ben. Johnson's Works Mr. Cowley's Works Sir William D'avenant's Works Mrs. Phillip's Poems Mr. Chaucer's Works Mr. Spencer's Fairy-Queen Mr. Milton's Paradice Lost and Regain'd Mr. Killigrew's Plays Davila's History of the Civil Wars of France Paul Parata's History of Venice An Epistle to the Right Honourable Charles Earl of Dorset and Middlesex Lord Chamberlain of His Majesties Houshold Occasion'd by His Majesty's Victory in Ireland By Charles Montague Esq An Epistle to Charles Montague Esq on His Majesty's Voyage to Holland By Mr. George Stepney QVARTO's SIR Charles Sedley's Sir George Etherege's and Mr. Wycherly's Plays being in all Ten either in 1 vol. or single Mr. Dryden's Plays and Poems in 3 or 4 vol. Mr. Shadwel's 17 Plays in 1 vol or single Mr. Lee's 11 Plays in 1 vol. or single Mr. Otway's 9 Plays in 1 vol. or single Or any other single Play or in vol. OCTAVO's Poetry c. EArl of Rochester's Poems Sir John Sucklin Poems c. Sir John Denham's Poems Sir Robert Howard's Poems c. Mr. Waller's Poems Dr. Donn's Poems Pastor Fido by Sir Richard Fanshaw Hudibr as compleat Godfrey of Bulloign Mrs. Behn's Lovers in Fashion Books Lately Printed THe Life of Alexander the Great Dedicated to the Queen Henry the Fifth Mustapha Black Prince and Tryphon and Guzman all Five by the Earl of Orrery and bound together or single The Committee the Surprizal the Vestal Virgins the Indian-Queen and the Duke of Lerma by Sir Robert Howard either bound by themselves or with the Earl of Orrery's An Historical Relation of the Kingdom of Siam The Practical Christian in four parts Written by Dr. Sherlock of Winwick Seraphick Love Written by the Honourable Mr. Boyle The Memoirs of the Court of Spain by the Lady that Writ the Travels into Spain The Life of the Emperor Theodosius the Great A Present for the Ladies being an Historical Account of the Female Sex c. The Visions of Don Francisco de Quevedo A Collection of Letters by Sir Tobie Matthews Zaide a Romance in 2 parts Zingis a Tartarian History The Royal Slave by Mrs. Behn The Gallants in 2 parts Sultan of Barbary and Philautus and Bellamont Two Novels Both Translated by Ladies All Sorts of Divinity History Poetry and Romances and all Sorts of Gilt and Plain Paper
Lamentations of Jeremiah by Mrs. Wharton p. 224. To Celia by an Vnknown Hand p. 232. Song by a Person of Honour * p. 236. A Song by Mrs. Wharton p. 238. On the Storm between Gravesend and Diepe made at that time by the same Author p. 240. To Mrs. A Behn on what she Writ of the Earl of Rochester by the same Author p. 242. To Melpomene against Complaint by the same Author p. 245. Wit 's Abuse by the same Author p. 248. My Fate by the same Author p. 251. On the Death of Mr. Abraham Cowley and his Burial in Westminster-Abbey by the Earl of Orrery p. 253. On the Death of King Charles II. Writ at that time by the Honourable Charles Montague p. 259. On the Marriage of the Lady Mary with the Prince of Orange by Edmund Waller in the Year 1677. p. 270. THE PREFACE TO THE ART Of POETRY I Have seldom known a Trick succeed and will put none upon the Reader But tell him plainly that I think it could never be more seasonable than now to lay down such Rules as if they be observ'd will make Men write more Correctly and judge more discreetly But Horace must be read seriously or not at all for else the Reader wo'n't be the better for him and I shall have lost my labour I have kept as close as I could both to the Meaniug and the words of the Author and done nothing but what I believe he would forgive if he were alive And I have often ask'd my self that Question I know this is a Field Per quem Magnus Equos Arunci flexit Alumnus But with all the respect due to the name of Ben. Johnson to which no Man pays more Veneration than I it cannot be deny'd that the constraint of Rhyme and a literal Translation to which Horace in this Book declares himself an Enemy has made him want a Comment in many places My chief care has been to Write intelligibly and where the Latin was obscure I have added a Line or two to explain it I am below the Envy of the Criticks but if I durst I would beg them to remember that Horace ow'd his Favour and his Fortune to the Character given of him by Virgil and Varius that Fundanius and Pollio are still valued by what Horace says of them and that in their Golden Age there was a good Vnderstanding among the Ingenious and those who were the most Esteem'd were the best Natur'd Roscommon OF THIS TRANSLATION And of the Vse of Poetry BY Edmund Waller Esq Rome was not better by her Horace taught Than we are here to comprehend his thought The Poet writ to Noble Piso there A Noble Piso does instruct us here Gives us a pattern in his flowing Stile And with rich Precepts does oblige our Isle Britain whose Genius is in Verse exprest Bold and sublime but negligently drest Horace will our supersluous Branches prune Give us new rules and set our Harp in tune Direct us how to back the winged Horse Favour his flight and moderate his Force Though Poets may of Inspiration boast Their Rage ill govern'd in the Clouds is lost He that proportion'd wonders can disclose At once his Fancy and his Judgment shows Chast moral Writing we may learn from hence Neglect of which no wit can recompence The Fountain which from Helicon proceeds That sacred Stream should never water weeds Nor make the Crop of Thorns and Thistles grow Which Envy or perverted Nature sow Well-sounding Verses are the Charm we use Heroick thoughts and vertue to infuse Things of deep sense we may in Prose unfold But they move more in losty numbers told By the loud Trumpet which our Courage aids We learn that sound as well as sense perswades The Muse's Friend unto himself severe With silent pity looks on all that Err But where a brave a publick Action shines That he rewards with his Immortal Lines Whether it be in Counsel or in Fight His Countrey 's Honour is his chief delight Praise of great Acts he scatters as a seed Which may the like in coming Ages breed Here taught the fate of Verses always priz'd With admiration or as much despis'd Men will be less indulgent to their faults And patience have to cultivate their thoughts Poets lose half the praise they should have got Could it be known what they discreetly blot Finding new words that to the ravish't Ear May like the Language of the Gods appear Such as of old wise Bards employ'd to make Unpolish't men their wild retreats forsake Law-giving-Heroes fam'd for taming Brutes And raising Cities with their Charming Lutes For rudest minds with Harmony were caught And civil Life was by the Muses taught So wandring Bees would perish in the Air Did not a sound proportion'd to their Ear Appease their rage invite them to the Hive Unite their force and teach them how to thrive To rob the Flowers and to forbear the spoil Preserv'd in Winter by their Summers toyl They give us food which may with Nectar Vie And Wax that does the absent Sun supply HORACE OF THE Art of Poetry By the EARL of Roscommon IF in a Picture Piso you should see A handsome Woman with a Fishes Tail Or a Man's Head upon a Horse's Neck Or Limbs of Beasts of the most different kinds Cover'd with Feathers of all sorts of Birds Wou'd you not laugh and think the Painter mad Trust me that Book is as ridiculous Whose incoherent Stile like sick Mens Dreams Varies all Shapes and mixes all Extreams Painters and Poets have been still allow'd Their Pencils and their Fancies unconfin'd This priviledge we freely give and take But Nature and the Common Laws of Sense Forbid to reconcile Antipathies Or make a Snake engender with a Dove And hungry Tygers court the tender Lambs Some that at first have promis'd mighty things Applaud themselves when a few slorid Lines Shine through th' insipid dulness of the rest Here they describe a Temple or a Wood Or Streams that through delightful Medows run And there the Rainbow or the rapid Rhine But they misplace them all and croud them in And are as much to seek in other things As he that only can design a Tree Would be to draw a Shipwreck or a Storm When you begin with so much Pomp and Show Why is the end so little and so low Be what you will so you be still the same Most Poets fall into the grossest faults Deluded by a seeming Excellence By striving to be short they grow Obscure And when they would write smoothly they want strength Their Spirits sink while others that affect A lofty Stile swell to a Tympany Some timerous wretches start at every blast And fearing Tempests dare not leave the Shore Others in love with wild variety Draw Boars in Waves and Dolphins in a Wood Thus fear of Erring joyn'd with want of Skill Is a most certain way of Erring still The meanest Workman in the Aemilian Square May grave the Nails or imitate the Hair