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The fancies theater· By Iohn Tatham Gent
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Tatham, John, fl. 1632-1664.
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is sped In Natures Properties let it suffice I love her 'cause she loves not a Disguise Disdaine did ne're usurp her Ebon Brow Nor does she tip her language with a Thon In base derision her sweet Lenity With her Minds object shares of Purity Greece glori'd much of Helens beauteous Rayes But Troy lamented more at the decayes And ruine follow'd it Do'st think that I Governe my actions solely by my eye Beauty is but a Garment us'd to hide Some imperfection which if once espi'd Discretion bids us shun then 't may appeare Beauty with Virtue seldome do's coheare But where th' are Relatives 't is so much rare That Beauty is Divinely singular And merits much yet let my Mistresse be Black as a Crow she seemes a Swan to me She 's not defam'd nor curtail'd of that shape Nature bestowes on any your Court-Ape Is not contented with and to appeare More excellent will buy their Painting deare Which on their cheeks lyes thick to shew their store Like parched Walls new whiten'd Oker'd ore Was not her face I courted but th' refin'd Inestimable Iewell of her minde She has within her that which can declare A soule sufficient to create her faire And her conditions sweetnesse to each eye Appeares th' Appendix where felicity Doth sit enthron'd All these perfections dwells In her alone Humanity excells And is so much Divine her firme faith can Translate to immortality fraile man Punish thy errors friend and that I may Assure my selfe th' art penitent obey By thy subscribing that 't is onely shee Imploy'd on earth for our eternity A Prologue spoken upon removing of the late Fortune Players to the Bull WHo would rely on Fortune when shee 's knowne An enemie to Merit and hath shewne Such an example here Wee that have pay'd Her tribute to our losse each night defray'd The charge of her attendance now growne poore Through her expences thrusts us out of doore For some peculiar profit shee has t'ane A course to banish Modesty and retaine More dinn and incivility than hath been Knowne in the Bearwards Court the Beargarden Those that now sojourne with her bring a noyse Of Rables Apple-wives and Chimney-boyes Whose shrill confused Ecchoes loud doe cry Enlarge your Commons Wee hate Privacie Those that have plots to undermine and strive To blow their Neighbours up so they may thrive What censure they deserve wee leave to you To whom the judgement on 't belongs as due Here Gentlemen our Anchor 's fixt And wee Disdaining Fortunes mutability Expect your kinde acceptance then wee 'l sing Protected by your smiles our ever-spring As pleasant as if wee had still possest Our lawfull Portion out of Fortunes brest Onely wee would request you to forbeare Your wonted custome banding Tyle or Peare Against our curtaines to allure us forth I pray take notice these are of more Worth Pure Naples silk not Worstead we have ne're An Actour here has mouth enough to teare Language by th' eares this forlorne Hope shall be By Us refin'd from such grosse injury And then let your judicious Loves advance Vs to our Merits them to their Ignorance To a Vow-breaker leaving this land GOe perjur'd Wanton and invite With thy forg'd Language for a night The eares of thy new-fangled Mate Knowledge of thee begets a hate Goe and with thee take all the sin Thy Sexes frailty have liv'd in Since Adams fall for thou art worse Than Eve or serpent Mans chiefe curse What dire pretence what fained cause Has made thee violate Loves lawes And all those vowes which once to me Thou mad'st before his Deity What strange ecclipse is in thy Youth Which once did shine as cleare as Truth In her best lustre to my eye For it could not thy Faith discry Has some new flame possest thy blood Which will consume if not withstood Thy soules chiefe portion and strive To make thy shame alone survive Or did the nicenesse of my love From those immodest Acts which move Perhaps in some beget in thee A thought of such impiety Some sencelesse Wretch that never knew Lusts debts and th' payments that ensue T is likely has to please his sence Deflour'd thy Beauties excellence And thou made stupid with his praise Regardlesse how thy Youth decayes By thy intemp'rate VVill dost run A course without Religion Tend'ring to His unlawfull suit Each day that blest forbidden fruit VVhich Heav'n did give thee and ordain'd Thy Prayers should have kept unstain'd How are our Beauties happy made That thou hast left thy Native shade To wander to th' Iberian Coast VVhere thou may'st of thy falsenesse boast Hadst thou continu'd longer here Some strange infection we might feare Our Beauties would have drawne from thee Thou banisht they from it are free Each creature now with fresh desire May safely warme 'em at Loves sire And not suspect those flames unjust You us'd consuming Hearts to dust Do'st think fond VVoman by thy flight To hide thy shame from the quick sight Of thy owne conscience it alone Shall be thy Guilts companion VVhich shall surround thy spotted brest VVith such black thoughts that if exprest Either by Pen or else by Breath VVould fright a timorous Maid to Death The gentle winds that now appeare Milde as the breath of Lambs shall beare Upon their wings in furious rage Thy Crimes to ev'ry Forraigne Stage The tatling bushes in the Groves Shall tell the Story of our Loves VVhich well observ'd they 'l all conspire VVith Lightning and consume with fire Both thee and thy Familiar so Unlook'd for my revenge will grow And thy example will so strike In some they 'l feare to doe the like Thou canst not passe by Brook or Spring But hearing their soft murmuring Thy conscious soule will guesse that straight It whispers thy unhappy Fate Goe where thou wilt and use thy charmes To circle him within thy armes Thou for a time will dote on then Returne unto thy Fate agen T is past my Creed to think that you Now false to me can long be true To him for why new faces breed New appetites whereon to feed Had he each various way to please And held a surfeit no disease Yet that thy custome still may swell Thou 'lt mix though with some Infidell His faith with thine may best agree There 's such a fatall sympathy In your affections every part Resembles thine when heart in heart Then take my counsell and possesse Some uncouth shaggy Wildernesse There take Plantation and be wise Both wanting faith all faith despise There mingle limbs and procreate Some Prodigy may ruine Fate So keepe those dangers off which they Intend shall be thy Youths decay And suddenly will fall on thee For this thy vilde Apostacie Which a Nuns penance cannot call Merit t' purchase Mercie withall Thy travailing friend when he does finde Thy want of faith to the next Winde Will beg a whaftage to be rid Of thee which sacred lawes forbid Conversing with thy sinnes are growne So foule they
Yet know I love you and would have you doe A miracle in Woman to be true What constancie canst thou expect from any That art so fickle and canst love so many I prythee leave dissembling doe not gloze Or guild thy words with vowes make silver drosse Thy vowes are farre more pretious gold to them Is as a Leaden Crowne to a Diadem Which vowes you 'l use so often that they 'l be The chiefest witnesse 'gainst thy guilt and thee To his much honoured friend Master Robert Newsteade Gent. TO rank thee friend amongst my best of friends For thy Quotidian favours makes amends In part though not in all and then againe When I conceive the fickle state of men How soone their faith 's extinct how quickly gone Like to a thing but newly thought upon My feare begets a passion and doth strive To hugge my friends and keepe their names alive To his good friend M. H. D. FRiend I must blame thee yet I thank thee too Thou hast done that which many would not doe For when my lines lay open to your view Begot by me yet fetch'd their breath from you Through your perswasions and entreaty I Have thrust my Rimes into the worlds wide eye Where I expect their censure yet I sweare Be 't good or bad thou shalt embrace thy share Thy verse my Verse to th' world doth Usher in Not to requite thee then 't were held a sin Nor will I be too lavish in thy praise Thy worth alone may gaine Poetick bayes All that I 'le doe if any count me rude Is to repell the brand Ingratitude Io. Tatham An Ode Acrostick-wise on the Vertuous Gentlewoman Mistris A. P. Amongst so many whose desire Lives fresh thy goodnesse to admire I doe present my Votes to be Crowned with thy Resplendencie Enjoy thou Beautie whose desarts Proclaime thee Mistris of all hearts Vertues blessing with those Graces Raigning in their proper places Dayning now to wait on thee Yeelding to thy Soveraigntie And while the starres shall grace the Skyes Like sparkes of light from Cynthia's eyes Imbrace more blessings than can bee Cast by Arithmetick on thee Enrich thy Nuptials with a Guest Proud to harbour in thy Brest Vesta with her Virgin Crue Richly deckt to wait on you Devoted comes and at your Shrine Yssues forth her Offering Aurora's sence-delighting Flowers Leave to deck her fragrant Bowers Indeared to your ever Spring Courting Philomel to sing Encomiasticks as your due Purchas'd by those gifts which you Vouchsaf'd to lend them to adorne Rose-cheek'd and nixious-finger'd Morne Distilled Pearles from your bright eyes Yeelds them their Morning Sacrifice And now the Musick of the Spheares Lent by you invites all eares Iuventa maz'd from whence it came Comes to meet your Pophian flame Early brings to please your sense Pauchaian Fumes rich Frankincense Vestituted with delight Resplendent as the Morning bright Dis-robes her selfe and leaves in truth You the onely Queene of Youth Aglaia with her Sisters two Likewise comes to wait on you Injur'd Virgins to you flye Craving shelter from your eye Eterniz'd by those Blessings which Presag'd their Vertues should enrich Vniting there an ardent Zone Reason tells is you alone Dryades with all their powers You command and they are yours Arabian Phoenix needs must bee Lesse rare than Fly compar'd to thee Iove in revenge and envying mee Chain'd himselfe to dote on thee Emperious Love hath lost his heart Pretending thou hast got his Dart Vowes must be onely made to thee Releasing Loves captivitie Denie not your perfections true Youths Queene and all doth rest in you All Beauties Graces Vertues bee Lively pencil'd out in thee In thy haire we may discrie Chast Love sit in majestie Eyes thou hast by which the Sunne Plyes his course ere day be done Voyce the Nightingales sweet throat Runs hoarsely to thy Dorick note Dance did the rare Penelope Yet live she needs must yeeld to thee As in the Spheare of Goodnesse ev'ry Sence Hath by instinct in you their Residence To Philomel LEave Philomel to make thy moane 'T is I have cause to grieve alone Thy Woes had periods mine must be Invaded with fresh Crueltie The Joyes I have are such as may Make the greene Spring a Winters day Or such as when desir'd doe take A course to kill for pitty sake Cease then thy noyse of woe unlesse Thou 'lt grieve for my unhappinesse To Clarinda THat I did love thee summon up my Vowes As uncorrupted witnesses allowes No partialitie peruse my truth Unspotted as th' immaculate zeale of youth Unfained as the Orasons of Saints Expird as Altars Incense that acquaints Heav'n with sincere devotion that I did Adore each feature as well seene as hid Examine each particular line and phrase My doting fancie offer'd to thy praise That every smile enliven'd my dull sence Search but the custome of thy influence And it appeares in Characters of blisse No Paradise so pleasing as a kisse That I did deeme thy polisht Ivory brow A firmament wherein twin-starres allow A greater lustre than the pride of Heaven Contracted t' a full sky-light could have given Us Mortals Ask the World and then o're which A Mount of Alabaster does enrich Thy smooth Ermin-like forehead to thy cheekes The stock of Flora for a refuge seekes Those Tresses which thou wear'st are golden snares Though falsly some did nominate them haires The Affrick Coralls on thy ruby lips Mix their perfections and in Nuptiall skips Trip to the Spheare-like Musick of thy voyce Able to charme a Seraphin the choyce Electrum in your neck your azure veines On snowy beds discypher to the Swaines The Tempe of true happinesse when they By my command did to 'em homage pay I set thee forth in Verse rais'd thee so high All sinn'd that breath'd thee lesse than Deity My praises out-did Nature thou wert then The only subject for my Muse and Pen The world shall likewise testifie but here Yet wisedome bids me stop I will not sweare Though I have cause to execrate thy faith Which is a blessing your sexe seldome hath I will omit all rashnesse only this Confute thy soule even in its hope of blisse False and neglectfull Woman hadst thou bin Deformed in thy person as thy sin I sho'd have then abhorr'd thee and my eyes Perceiv'd the strong infection in thee lyes Thou art not faire 't was only Fancy led Me to Hyperbole's thy cheeks once red Colour'd by me thy eyes lips hands and all In Lethe have deserving Funerall Thy breath infects as-killing pestilence No more Panchayan Gums choyce Frankincence Shall grace it with resemblance thou art Of an AEthiopian colour ev'ry part Pencil'd by Shame and Infamy thy name Rac'd forth the Role of Constancy and Fame The world only records thy falshood try If thou canst winne me to credulity That thou didst love me once and check each tong For it 's aspertion 't is no potent wrong Lesse vindicated but my faculties Abjure thee now though once thy