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Occasional verses of Edward Lord Herbert, Baron of Cherbery and Castle-Island deceased in August, 1648.; Poems. Selections
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Herbert of Cherbury, Edward Herbert, Baron, 1583-1648.
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further then to invite The Soul unto that part it ought to take When that from this address it would but make Some introduction only to delight 4. For while they from the outward sense transplant The love grew there in earthly mould and scant To the Souls spacious and immortal field They spring a love eternal which will yield All that a pure affection can grant 5. Besides what time or distance might effect Is thus remov'd while they themselves connect So far above all change as to exclude Not only all which might their sense delude But mind to any object else affect 6. Nor will the proof of Constancy be hard When they have plac'd upon their mind that guard As no ignoble thought can enter there And Love doth such a vertue persevere And in it self so find a just reward 7. And thus a love made from a worthy choice Will to that union come as but one voice Shall speak one thought but think the others will And while but frailty they can know no ill Their souls more then their bodies must rejoice 8. In which estate nothing can so fulfill Those heights of pleasure which their souls instill Into each other but that love thence draws New Arguments of joy while the same cause That makes them happy makes them greater still 9. So that however multipli'd and vast Their love increase they will not think it past The bounds of growth till their exalted fire B'ing equally inlarg'd with their desire Transform and fix them to one Starr at last 10. Or when that otherwise they were inclin'd Unto those publick joys which are assign'd To blessed souls when they depart from hence They would besides what Heaven doth dispense Have their contents they in each other find The IDEA Made of Alnwick in his Expedition to Scotland with the Army 1639. ALL Beauties vulgar eyes on earth do see At best but some imperfect Copies be Of those the Heavens did at first decree For though th' Idea's of each sev'ral kind Conceiv'd above by the Eternal Mind Are such as none can error in them find Since from his thoughts and presence he doth bear And shut out all deformity so farr That the least beauty near him is a Starr As Nature yet from far th' Idea's views And doth besides but vile materials chuse We in her works observe no small abuse Some of her figures therefore foil'd and blurr'd Shew as if Heaven had no way concurr'd In shapes so disproportion'd and absurd Which being again vex'd with some hate and spite That doth in them vengeance and rage excite Seem to be tortur'd and deformed quite While so being fixt they yet in them contain Another sort of ugliness and stain B'ing with old wrinkles interlin'd again Lastly as if Nature ev'n did not know What Colour every sev'ral part should ow They look as if their Galls did overflow Fair is the mark of Good soul of Ill Although not so infallibly but still The proof depends most on the mind and will As Good yet rarely in the Foul is met So 't would as little by its union get As a rich Jewel that were poorly set For since Good first did at the Fair begin Foul being but a punishment for sin Fair 's the true outside to the Good within In these the supreme Pow'r then so doth guide Natures weak hand as he doth add beside All by which Creatures can be dignifi'd While you in them see so exact a line That through each sev'ral part a glimpse doth shine Of their original and form divine Therefore the characters of fair and good Are so set forth and printed in their blood As each in other may be understood That Beauty so accompani'd with Grace And equally conspicuous in the face In a fair Womans outside takes the place Thus while in her all rare perfection meets Each as with joy its fellow beauty greets And varies so into a thousand sweets Or if some tempting thought do so assault As doubtful she 'twixt two opinions halt A gentle blush corrects and mends the fault That so she still fairer and better grows Without that thus she more to passion ows Then what fresh colour on her cheeks bestows To which again her lips such helps can add As both will chase all grievous thoughts and sad And give what else can make her good or glad As Statuaries yet having fram'd in Clay An hollow Image afterwards convey The molten mettle through each several way But when it once unto its place hath past And th' inward Statua perfectly is cast Do throw away the outward Clay at last So when that form the Heav'ns at first decreed Is finished within Souls do not need Their Bodies more but would from them be freed For who still cover'd with their earth would ly Who would not shake their fetters off and fly And be at least next to a Deity However then you be most lovely here Yet when you from all Elements are clear You far more pure and glorious shall appear Thus from above I doubt not to behold You second self renew'd in your own mold And rising thence fairer then can be told From whence ascending to the Elect and Blest In your true joys you will not find it least That in Heav'n shall know and love you best For while I do your coming there attend I shall much time on your idea spend And note how far all others you transcend And thus though you more then an Angel be Since being here to sin and mischief free You will have rais'd your self to their degree That so victorious over Death and I ate And happy in your everlasting state You shall triumphant enter Heaven gate Hasten not thither yet for as you are A Beauty upon Earth without compare You will shew best still where you are most rare Live all our lives then If the picture can Here entertain a loving absent man Much more th' Idea where you first began Platonick Love DIsconsolate and sad So little hope of remedy I find That when my matchless Mistress were inclin'd To pity me 't would scarcely make me glad The discomposing of so fair a Mind B'ing that which would to my Afflictions add For when she should repent This Act of Charity had made her part With such a precious Jewel as her Heart Might she not grieve that e'r she did relent And then were it fit I felt the smart Untill I grew the greater Penitent Nor were 't a good excuse When she pleas'd to call for her Heart again To tell her of my suffering and pain Since that I should her Clemency abuse While she did see what wrong she did sustain In giving what she justly might refuse Vex'd thus with me at last When from her kind restraint she now were gone And I left to the Manacles alone Should I not on another Rock be cast Since they who have not yet content do mone Far less then they whose hope thereof is past Besides I would deserve
well-rais'd building fall While they do this your Forragers command The Caterpillars to devour their land And with them Wasps your wing'd-worm-horsmen bring To charge in troop those Rebels with their sting All this unless your beauty they confess And now sweet Mistress let m' a while digress T' admire these noble Worms whom I invoke And not the Muses You that eat through Oak And bark will you spare Paper and my Verse Because your praises they do here reherse Brave Legions then sprung from the mighty race Of Man corrupted and which hold the place Of his undoubted Issue you that are Brain-born Minerva-like and like her warr Well-arm'd compleat-mail'd-jointed Souldiers Whose force Herculean links in pieces tears To you the vengeance of all spill-bloods falls Beast-eating Men Men-eating Cannibals Death priviledg'd were you in sunder smit You do not lose your life but double it Best framed types of the immortal Soul Which in your selves and in each part are whole Last-living Creatures heirs of all the earth For when all men are dead it is your birth When you dy your brave self-kill'd Generall For nothing else can kill him doth end all What vermine breeding body then thinks scorn His flesh should be by your brave fury torn Willing to you this Carkass I submit A gift so free I do not care for it Which yet you shall not take untill I see My Mistress first reveal her self to me Mean while Great Mistress whom my soul admires Grant me your true picture who it desires That he your matchiefs beauty might maintain ' Gainst all men that will quarrels entertain For a Flesh-Mistress the worst I can do Is but to keep the way that leads to you And howsoever the event doth prove To have Revenge below Reward above Hear from my bodies prison this my Call Who from my mouth-grate and eye-window bawl Epitaph on Sir Philip Sidney lying in St. Paul's without a Monument to be fastned upon the Church door Reader WIthin this Church Sir Philip Sidney lies Nor is it fit that I should more acquaint Lest superstition rise And Men adore Souldiers their Martyr Lovers their Saint Epitaph for himself Reader THe Monument which thou beholdest here Presents Edward Lord Herbert to thy sight A man who was so free from either hope or fear To have or loose this ordinary light That when to elements his body turned were He knew that as those elements would fight So his Immortal Soul should find above With his Creator Peace Joy Truth and Love Sonnet YOu well compacted Groves whose light shade Mixt equally produce nor heat nor cold Either to burn the young or freeze the old But to one even temper being made Upon a Grave embroidering through each Glade An Airy Silver and a Sunny Gold So cloath the poorest that they do behold Themselves in riches which can never fade While the wind whistles and the birds do sing While your twigs clip and while the leaves do friss While the fruit ripens which those trunks do bring Sensless to all but love do you not spring Pleasure of such a kind as truly is A self-renewing vegetable bliss Made upon the Groves near Merlow Castle To the C. of D. 1. SInce in your face as in a beauteous sphere Delight and state so sweetly mix'd appear That Love 's not light nor Gravity severe All your attractive Graces seem to draw A modest rigor keepeth so in aw That in their turns each of them gives the law 2. Therefore though chast and vertuous desire Through that your native mildness may aspire Untill a just regard it doth acquire Yet if Love thence a forward hope project You can by vertue of a sweet neglect Convert it streight to reverend respect 3. Thus as in your rare temper we may find An excellence so perfect in each kind That a fair body hath a fairer mind So all the beams you diversly do dart As well on th' understanding as the heart Of love and honour equal cause impart Ditty 1. WHy dost thou hate return instead of love And with such merciless despite My faith and hope requite Oh! if th' affection cannot move Learn Innocence yet of the Dove And thy disdain to juster bounds confine Or if t'wards Man thou equally decline The rules of Justice and of Mercy too Thou may'st thy love to such a point refine As it will kill more then thy hate can do 2. Love love Melania then though death insue Yet it is a greater fate To dye through love then hate Rather a victory persue To Beauties lawful conquest due Then tyrant eyes invenom with disdain Or if thy power thou would'st so maintain As equally to be both lov'd and dread Let timely Kisses call to life again Him whom thy eyes have Planet-strucken dead 3. Kiss kiss Melania then and do not stay Until these sad effects appear Which now draw on so near That did'st thou longer help delay My soul must fly so fast away As would at once both life and love divorce Or if I needs must dye without remorse Kiss and embalm me so with that sweet breath That while thou triumph'st o'r Love and his force I may triumph yet over Fate and Death Elegy for Doctor Dunn WHat though the vulgar and received praise With which each common Poet strives to raise His worthless Patron seem to give the height Of a true Excellence yet as the weight Forc'd from his Centre must again recoil So every praise as if it took some foil Only because it was not well imploy'd Turns to those senseless principles and void Which in some broken syllables being couch'd Cannot above an Alphabet be vouch'd In which dissolved state they use to rest Until some other in new forms invest Their easie matter striving so to fix Glory with words and make the parts to mix But since praise that wants truth like words that want Their proper meaning doth it self recant Such tearms however elevate and high Are but like Meteors which the pregnant Sky Varies in divers figures till at last They either be by some dark Cloud o'rcast Or wanting inward sustenance do devolve And into their first Elements resolve Praises like Garments then if loose and wide Are subject to fall off if gay and py'd Make men ridiculous the just and grave Are those alone which men may wear and have How fitting were it then each had that part Which is their due And that no fraudulent art Could so disguise the truth but they might own Their rights and by that property be known For since praise is publick inheritance If any Inter-Commoner do chance To give or take more praise then doth belong Unto his part he doth so great a wrong That all who claim an equal interest May him implead untill he do devest His usurpations and again restore Unto the publick what was theirs before Praises should then like definitions be Round neat convertible such as agree To persons so that were their names conceal'd Must