Bodyes die For this intended journey was to cleere Some subtle humane doubts that vex her here And for no other cause how ere the Court Beleeve whose cruell wits turne all to sport 'T was not to better my philosophie That I would mount and travell through the Skie As if I went on Natures embassie Whose Legate there Religion termes a Spie But these sick offers to depart they call A wearinesse of life each Spring and Fall And this beliefe though well resolv'd before Made mee so sullen that I 'le die no more Than old Chaldean Prophets in their sleepe Who still some reliques of their Soules would keepe As gage for the returne of what they sent For visions to the starry Firmament Thus in a dreame I did adventure out Just so much Soule as Sinners giv'n to doubt Of after usage dare forgoe a while And this swift Pilot steer'd unto an Isle Betweene the Southern Tropick and the Line Which noble Prince my prophecie cals thine There on a Christall Rock I sate and saw The empire of the Winds new kept in awe By things so large and weighty as did presse Waves to Bubbles or what unswell'd to lesse The Sea for shelter hastned to the shore Sought harbor for it selfe not what it bore So well these Ships could rule where ev'ry Saile The subdu'd Winds court with so milde a gale As if the spacious Navy lay adrift Sayles swell'd to make them comely more than swift And then I spi'd as cause of this command Thy mighty Uncles Trident in thy hand By which mysterious figure I did call Thee chiefe and universall Admirall For well our northerne Monarch knowes howere The Sea is dully held the proper spheare Wherein that Trident swayes yet in his hand â—t turnes strait to a Scepter when on land And soone this wise assertion prov'd a truth For when thy selfe with thy advent'rous Youth Were disimbarqu'd strait with one lib'rall minde That long-lost scatter'd-parcell of mankinde Who from the first disorder'd throng did stray And then fix heere now yeeld unto thy sway On Olive trees their Quivers empty hung Their Arrowes were unplum'd their Bowes unstrung But some from farr with jealous Opticks trace Lines of thy Mothers beauty in thy face By which so much thou seem'st the God of love That with tumultuous haste they strait remove And hide their Magazin of Archerie Lest what was their defence might now supply Thy Godhead which is harmelesse yet but know When thou shalt head a Shaft and draw a Bow Each then thou conquerst must a Lover be The worst estate of their captivitie What sound is that whose concord makes a jarre 'T is noise in peace though harmonie in warre The Drumme whose doubtfull Musick doth delight The willing eare and the unwilling fright Had wet Orion chosen to lament His griefs at Sea on such an Instrument Perhaps the martiall Musick might incite The Sword-fish Thrasher and the Whale to fight But not to dance the Dolphin he should lack Who to delight his eare did load his back And now as Thunder calls ere Stormes doe rise Yet not forewarnes 'till just they may surprise Till the assembling clouds are met to powre Their long provided furie in one showre Even so this little thunder of the Drumme Foretold a danger just when it was come When strait mine Eye might ratifie mine Eare And see that true which heard was but my feare For in a firme well order'd body stood Erected Pikes like a young leavelesse Wood And that shew'd dark they were so close combin'd And ev'ry narrow File was double lin'd But with such nimble Ministers of fire That could so quickly charge so soone retire That shot so fast to say it lightned were No praise unto a Gunners motion there Nor yet to say it lightned ev'ry where Their number thence not swiftnesse would appeare Since so incessant swift that in mine eye Lightning seem'd slow and might be taught to flie T is lawfull then to say thou didst appeare To wonder much although thou couldst not feare Thy knowledge Prince were younger than thy time â—f not amaz'd to see in such a clime Where Science is so new men so exact â—n Tactick Arts both to designe and act These from unwieldy Ships the day before The weary Seas disburdned on the shore In envy of thy hopes they hither came And Envy men in warr Ambition name Ambition Valor but'tis valor 's shame When Envy feeds it more than noble Fame Strait I discern'd by what their Ensigne weares They are of those ambitious Wanderers Whose avaritious thoughts would teach them runne As long continu'd journeys as the Sunne And make the title of their strength not right As knowne and universall as his light For they beleeve their Monarch hath subdu'd Already such a spacious latitude That sure the good old Planet's bus'nesse is Of late only to visit what is his And those faire beames which he did think his owne Are tribute now and he his subject growne Yet not impair'd in title since they call Him kindly his Surveyor-Generall Now give mee Wine and let my fury rise That what my travail'd Soul's immortall eies With joy and wonder saw I may reherse To curious Eares in high immortall verse Two of this furious Squadron did advance Commanded to comprise the publique chance In their peculiar fates Their Swords they drew And two whose large renowne their Nation knew Two of thy party Prince they call'd to try By equall duell such a victory As gives the Victor's side a full command Of what possess'd by both is neithers Land And this to save the Peoples common blood By whom although no cause is understood Yet Princes being vex'd they must take care To doe not what they ought but what they dare Their reason on their courage must rely Though they alike the quarrell justifie And in their Princes kinde indiff'rent eie Are dutious fooles that either kill or die This safe agreement by the gen'rall voyce Was ratifi'd with vowes then strait thy choice For the encounter Prince with greedy eye I did intirely view and both I spie March to the List whilst eithers cheerefull looke Fore-told glad hopes of what they undertooke Their lookes where forc'd-state-clouds nere strive to lowre As if sweet feature bus'nesse could makesowre Where solemne sadnesse of a new court face Nere meant to signifie their pow'r or place You may esteeme them Lovers by their haire The colour warnes no Lady to despaire And Nature seem'd to prove their stature such As tooke not scantly from her nor too much So tall wee can't mis-name their stature length Nor think'â— lesse made for comlinesse than strength Their hearts are more than what wee noble call And still make Envy weary of her Gall. So gentle soft their valours with more ease Might be betrai'd to suffer than displease Compar'd to Lovers Lovers were undone Since still the best gaine by comparison Of these the God-like Sidney was a Type Whose fame still growes and
yet is ever ripe Like fruits of Paradise which nought could blast But ignorance for a desire to taste And know produc'd no curse but neut'rall will When knowledge made indiff'rent good and ill So whilst our judgement keepes unmix'd and pure Our Sidney's full-growne Fame will still endure Sidney like whom these Champions strive to grace The silenc'd remnant of poore Orpheus race First those whom mighty Numbers shall inspire Then those whose easier art can touch his Lyre And they protect those who with wealthier fare Old Zeuxis lucky Penâ—ill imitate And those who teach Lysippus Imag'rie Formes that if once alive would never die Which though no offices of life they taste Yet like th' Elements life's preservers last An Art that travailes much deriv'd to us From pregnant Rome to Rome from Ephesus But whither am I fled A Poets Song When love directs his praise is ever long The Challenge was aloud whilst ev'ry where Men strive to shew their hopes and hide their feare They now stood opposite and neer awhile Their Eyes encounter'd then in scorne they smile Each did disguise the fury of his heart By safe and temp'rate exercise of Art Seem'd to invite those thrusts they most decline Receive and then returne in one true line As if all Archymedes science were In duell both express'd and better'd there Each strove the others judgement to surpasse Stood stiffe as if their postures were in brasse But who can keepe his cold wise temper long When honours warmes him and his blood is young Those subtle figures they in judgement chose As guards secure in rage they discompose Now Hazard is the play Courage the Maine Which if it hits at first assur's the gaine But Honor throwes at all and in this strife When Honor playes how poore a stake is life Which soone alas the adverse Second found Made wise by the example of a wound But Gamsters wisdome ever comes too late So deare 't is bought of that false Merchant Fate For our bold Second by that wound had wone The treasure of his strength whilst quite undone He shrunke from this unlucky sport but now More angry wrinckles on his Rivals brow Appear'd than hunted Lions weare and all His strength hee ventures on our Principall Who entertain'd his streame of fury so As Seas meet Rivers whom they force to flow It is repulse makes Rivers swell and he Forc'd back got courage from our victorie Rivers that Seas doe teach to rage are tost And troubled for their pride then quickly lost So he was taught that anger which he spent To make the others wrath more prevalent For in the next assault he felt the best First part of Man the Monarch of his brest To sicken in its warme and narrow Throne His Rivals hasty Soule to shades unknowne Was newly fled but his made greater haste His feares had so much sense of suff'rings past Such danger he discern'd in 's Victors eye Whom he beleev'd so skill'd in victorie As if his Soule should neere his body stay The cruell heavens would â—each him finde a way To kill that too by which no pride wee see Can make us so prophane as miserie This when their Campe beheld they strait abjure That pitty in their vow which to secure The publique bloud ventur'd their hopes and fame On Two cause they could dye were censur'd tame And to exhort such vex'd and various Minds Were in a storme to reconcile the Winds With whisper'd precepts of philosophy Armes and Religion seldome can comply Their faith they break and in a Body draw Their looser strength to give the Victors law Charge charge the battaile is begun and now I saw thy Vncles anger in thy brow Which like Heavens fire doth seldom force assume Or kindle till t is fit it should consume Heavens slow unwilling fire that would not fall 'Till Two injurious Cities seem'd to call With their loud sinnes and when t' was time it must Destroy although it was severely just To those so much perverted in their will The righteous saw the fire yet fear'd no ill So carelesse safe here all the Natives were Who stood as if too innocent to feare As if they knew they Uncle bred thy Fate And his just anger thou didst imitate But thy proud Foes who thought the Morne did rise For no chiefe cause but to salute their Eies Are now enform'd by Death it may grow Night With them yet others still enjoy the light For strait me thought their perish'd Bodies lay To soyle the Ground they conquer'd yesterday O why is valour priz'd at such a rate Or if a Vertue why so fool'd by Fate That Land achiev'd with patient toyle and might Of emulous encounter in the fight They must not only yeeld when they must dy But dead it for the Victor fructifie And now our Drummes so fill each adverse Eare Their fellowes groanes want roome to enter there Like Ships neere Rocks when stormes are growne so high They cannot warne each other with their cry Ev'n so not hearing what would make them flye All stay'd and sunke for sad societie Their wounds are such the Neighb'ring Rivers need No Springs to make them flow but what they bleed Where Fishes wonder at their red-dy'd flood And by long nourishment on humane blood May grow so neere a kin to men that he who feeds on them hereafter needs must be Esteem'd as true a Caniball as those Whose luscious diet is their conquer'd Foes Sure Adam when himselfe he first did spie So singular and onely in his eye Yet knew all to that single selfe pertain'd Which the Sunne saw or Elements sustain'd He not beleev'd a race from him might come So num'rous that to make new off-spring roome Is now the best excuse of Nature why Men long in growth so easily must die Eden which God did this first Prince allow But as his Privie-garden then is now A spacious Country found else wee supplie With dreames not truth long lost Geographie And each high Island then though nere so wide Was but his Mount by Nature fortifi'd And every Sea wherein those Islands float Most aptly then he might have call'd his Moat Parts and divisions were computed small When rated by his measure that had all And all was Adams when the world was new Then strait that all succeeded to a few Whilst men were in their size not number strong But since each Couple is become a Throng Which is the cause wee busie ev'ry winde That studious Pilots in their compasse finde For Lands unknowne where those who first doe come Are not held strangers but arrive at home Yet he that next shall make his visit there Is punish'd for a Spie and Wanderer Not that Man's nature is a verse from peace But all are wisely jealous of increase For Eaters grow so fast that wee must drive Our friends away to keepe our selves alive And Warr would be lesse needfull if to die Had bin as pleasant as to multiplie Forgive mee Prince that
this aspiring flame First kindled as a light to shew thy fame Consumes so fast and is mis-spent so long Ere my chiefe Vision is become my Song Thy selfe I saw quite tir'd with victorie As weary growne to kill as they to die Whilst some at last thy mercy did enjoy ' Cause t' was lesse paines to pardon than destroy And thy compassion did thy Army please In meere beleefe it gave thy Valour ease Here in a calme began thy regall sway Which with such cheerefull hearts all did obey As if no Law were juster than thy word Thy Scepter still were safe without a Sword And here Chronologers pronounce thy stile The first true Monarch of the Golden Isle An Isle so seated for predominance Where Navall strength its power can so advance That it may tribute take of what the East Shall ever send in traffique to the West He that from cursed Mahomet derives His sinfull blood the Sophy too that strives To prove he keepes that very Chaire in 's Throne The Macedonian Youth last sate upon And hee whose wilder pride makes him abhor All but the Sunne for his Progenitor Whose Mother sure was ravish'd in a dreame By somes o're hot lascivious Noone-day-beame From whence he cals himselfe The wealth of sight The Morn's Executor the Heire of Light And he that thinks his rule extends so farre He hopes the former Three his Vassailes are Compar'd to him in Warre hee rates them lesse Than Corporals than Constables in peace And hopes the mighty Presbiter stands bare Inâ—rev'rence of his name and will not dare To weare though sick his purple Turband on Within a hundred Leagues of his bright Throne These Mortall Gods for traffique still disperse Their envy'd wealth throughout the universe In Caracks built so wide that they want roome In narrow Seas or in a Iunck whose wombe So swels as could our wonder be so mad To thinke that Boats or Ships their sexes had Who them beheld would simply say sure these Are neere their time and big with Pinnaces Yet though so large and populous they all Must tribute pay unto thy Admirall Now Wealth the cause and the reward of War Is greedily explor'd some busie are In virgin Mines where shining gold they spie That darkens the Celestiall Chymicks eye I wish'd my Soule had brought my body here Not as a Poet but a Pioner Some neere the deepest shore are sent to dive Whilst with their long retentive breath they strive To root up Corall Trees where Mermaids lie Sighing beneath those Precious boughs and die For absence of their scaly Lovers lost In midnight stormes about the Indian coast Some finde old Oysters that lay gapeing there For ev'ry new fresh flood a hundred yeare From these they rifle Pearles whose pond'rous size Sinks weaker Divors when they strive to rise So big on Carckonets were never scene But where some well truss'd Giantesse is Queene For though th' are Orient and design'd to deck Their weight would yoke a tender Ladies Neck Some climbe and search the Rocks till each have found A Saphyr Ruby and a Diamond That which the Sultan's glistrings Bride doth weare To these would but a Glowormes eie appeare The Tuscan Duk 's compar'd shewes sick and dark These living Starres and his a dying spark And now I saw what urg'd my wonder more Black Suds of Ambar-Greece float to the shore Whilst rude'dull Mariners who hardly can Distinguish Buffe or Hides from Cordovan Since gloves they never weare this Oyntment use Not to perfume but supple their parch'd Shooes Now others hasten to the woods and there Such fruits for taste and odor ev'ry where Are seene that the Merabolan by some Is slighted as a course sowre winter-Plumme Then new temptations make them all in love With wand'ring till invited to a Grove They strait those silken litle Weavers spie That worke so fast on leaves of Mulberie The Persian worme whose weary sommer toyles So long hath beene the rusling Courtiers spoyles Compar'd to these lives ever lazily And for neat spinning is a bungling Flie Such hopes of wealth discern'd t is hard to say How gladly reason did my faith obey As if that miracle would now appeare Which turnes a Poet to an Usurer But reason soone will with our faith conspire To make that easie which wee much desire Nor Prince will I despaire though all is thine That Pioners now dig from ev'ry Mine Though all for which on slipp'ry Rocks they strive Or gather when in Seas they breathlesse dive Though Poets such unlucky Prophets are As still foretell more blessings than they share Yet when thy noble choyce appear'd that by Their Combat first prepar'd thy victorie Endimion and Arigo who delight In Numbers and make strong my Muses flight These when I saw my hopes could not abstaine To think it likely I might twirle a Chaine On a judiciall Bench learne to demurre And sleepe out trials in a gowne of Furre Then reconcile the rich for Gold-fring'd-gloves The poore for God-sake or for Sugar-loaves When I perceiav'd that cares on wealth rely That I was destin'd for authoritie And early Gowts my Soule in a strange fright From this rich Isle began her hasty flight And to my halfe dead Body did returne Which new inspir'd rose cheerefull as the Morne Heroique Prince may still thy acts and name Become the wonder and discourse of Fame May ev'ry Laurell ev'ry Mirtle bough Be strip'd for Wreaths t' adorne and load thy brow Triumphant Wreaths which cause they never fade Wise elder times for Kings and Poets made And I deserve a little sprig of Bay To weare in Greece on Homers Holy-day Since I assume when I thy Battailes write That very flame which warm'd thee in the fight FINIS Elizium To the Duchesse of BVCKINGHAM MADAM SO sleeps the Anchoret on his cheap bed whose sleep wants only length to prove him dead As I last night whom the swift wings of Thought Convey'd to see what our bold faith had taught Elizium where restored formes nere fade Where growth can need no seeds nor light a shade The joyes which in our flesh through fraile expence Of strentgh through age were lost t' our injur'd sense Wee there doe meet agen and those we taste Anew which though devour'd yet ever last The scatter'd treasure of the Spring blowne by Autumn's rude winds from our discoverie Lillies and Roses all that 's faire and sweet There reconcil'd to their first roots we meet There only those triumphant Lovers reigne Whose passions knew on earth so little staine Like Angels they nere felt what sexes meant Virtue was first their nature then intent There toyling Victors safely are possest With servent youth eternitie and rest But they were such who when they got the field To teach the conquer'd victorie could yeeld Themselves againe as if true glorie were To bring the foe to courage not to feare There are no talking Greeks who their blood lost Not for the cause but for a theame to boast As if