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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A26293	Lyric poems, made in imitation of the Italians of which, many are translations from other languages / by Philip Ayres, Esq.	Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712.	1687 (1687)	Wing A4312; ESTC R8291	51,544	192

To interweave the Olive with the Bays When tir'd with Arts to tune Apolo's Lyre To merit Honours e're he them desire These Fruits which others bring with Art and Time Your Blooming Age does yield before your Prime Love's New Philosophy I. WHO'e're a Lover is of Art May come and learn of me A New Philosophy Such as no Schools could e'er impart ●ove all my other Notions does controul ●nd reads these stranger Lectures to my Soul II. This God who takes delight to lye Does Sacred Truths defame And Aristotle blame Concluding all by Subtilty ●is Syllogisms with such Art are made ●ot Solomon himself could them evade III. So wondrous is his Art and Skill His Reasons pierce like Darts Mens Intellects and Hearts Old Maximes he destroys at will ●nd blinded Plato so he made him think ●was Water when he gave him Fire to drink IV. That Water can extinguish Fire All Ages did allow But Love denyes it now And says it makes his Flame rage higher Which Truth my self have prov'd for many Years Wherein I 've wept whole Deluges of Tears V. At the Sun's Rays you Cynthia know The Ice no more can melt Nor can the Fire be felt Or have its wonted Influence on Snow By your relentless Heart is this exprest Your Eyes are Suns the Fire is in my Brest VI. When Soul and Body separate That then the Life must dye This too I must deny My Soul 's with her who rules my Fate Yet still my Organs move a Proof to give That Soul and Body can divided live VII Remove the Cause th' Effects will cease This is an Errour too And found by me untrue My Fair when near disturbs my Peace But when she 's furthest off no Tongue can tell The raging Pangs of Love my Heart does feel VIII All Creatures Love not their own Kind I this new Axiom try And that all fear to dye By Nature a Mistake I find ●or I a Man do a Fierce Creature love ●nd such I know that will my Murd'ress prove IX Here two Extreams are eas'ly join'd Joy and Grief in my Brest VVhich give my Soul no Rest Both to torment me are combin'd ●or when I view the Source of all my Wrong ● sigh my Musick mix with Tears my Song X. That all things like Effects produce I readily can prove A Paradox in Love And my Conclusion hence deduce Cold Cynthia to my Zeal yields no Return Though Ice her Heart she makes my Heart to burn XI Whilst in this Torment I remain It is no Mystery To be and not to be I dye to Joy and live to Pain So that my Fair I may be justly sed To be and not to be Alive and Dead XII Now go my Song yet shun the Eyes Of those ne'er felt Love's Flame And if my Cynthia blame Thy Arguments as Sophistries Tell her this is Love's New Philosophy Which none can understand but such as try The Vanity of Unwarrantable Notions Done out of Portugueze from Lewis de Camoëns TRUTH Reason Love and Merit may endure Some Shocks to make us think our selves secure But Fortune Time and Destiny do still Dispose all Humane Matters at their Will What various strange Effects perplex the Mind For which we can no certain Causes find We know we live but what succeeds our End Man's Understanding cannot comprehend Yet Doctors will their Notions justify And vouch for Truths what no Man e'er could try Doubt Real Things as if no such had been And Things believe which never yet were seen These Men are proud to have their Madness known Believe in Christ and let the rest alone To the NIGHTINGALE Why Little Charmer of the Air Dost thou in Musick spend the Morn Whilst I thus languish in Despair Opprest by Cynthia 's Hate and Scorn Why dost thou sing and hear me cry Tell wanton Songster tell me why I. WILT thou not cease at my Desire Will those small Organs never ti●e Nature did these close Shades prepare Not for thy Musick but my Care Then why wilt thou persist to sing Thou Beautiful Malitious Thing When Kind Aurora first appears She weeps in pity to my Tears If thus thou think'st to give Relief Thou never knew'st a Lover's Grief Then Little Charmer c. That dost in Musick c. II. Thou Feather'd Atome where in thee Can be compris'd such Harmony In whose small Fabrick must remain What Composition does contain All Griefs but mine are at a stand When thy surprising Tunes command How can so small a Tongue and Throat Express so loud and sweet a Note Thou hast more various Points at VVill Than Orpheus had with all his Skill Then Little Charmer c. That dost in Musick c. III. Great to the Ear thô Small to Sight The Happy Lovers dear Delight Fly to the Bow'r where such are lade And there bestow thy Serenade Haste from my Sorrow haste away Alas there 's Danger in thy Stay L●st hearing me so oft complain Should make thee change thy cheerful Strain Thy Songs cannot my Grief remove Thou harmless Syren of the Grove Then cease thou Charmer of the Air No more in Musick spend the Morn With me that languish in Despair Opprest by Cynthia 's Hate and Scorn And do not this Poor Boon deny I ask but Silence whilst I dye APOLLO and DAPHNE PAnting for Breath towards her Parent Brook Like the tyr'd Deer before an eager Chase Fair Daphne ran nor durst behind her look With winged Feet and with a blub'red Face The Beardless God who taken with her Charms Had long pursu'd by his hot Passion led Straight saw her stop and upward stretch her Arms On Pencus Banks where she for Aid had sled He saw her Nimble Feet take Root and grow And a rough Bark her Tender Limbs enclose Her Hairs which once like Curls of Gold did show Chang'd Green and in a Shade of Boughs arose To the resistless Tree He Courtship makes And w●th vain Kisses his Fond Love deceives Then of her Bays by force a Chaplet takes So stead of Fruit He only gathers Leaves A Sestina In Imitation of Sig. Fra. Petrarca I. SO many Creatures live not in the Sea Nor e'er above the Circle of the Moon Did Man behold so many Stars at Night Nor little Birds do shelter in the Woods Nor Herbs nor Flow'rs e'er beautify'd the Fields As anxious Thoughts my Heart feels ev'ry Day II. ● wishing Death pray each may be the Day And seek in vain for Quiet in the Fields My Griefs succeed like Waves upon the Sea ●uch Torments sure no Man beneath the Moon ●'er felt as I 'T is known amongst the Woods Where to complain I oft retire at Night III. ● never could enjoy a quiet Night And do in Pain and Sorrow spend the Day ●ince Angry Cynthia drove me to the Woods ●et e'er I quit my Love I 'll weep a Sea The Sun his Light shall borrow of the Moon And May with Flowers refuse to deck the Fields IV. Restless I wander

keep it so was it to take Homer's Verses and make them his own This is an Art which to perform it very well but few attain to the Skill and is not only allowed of but commended by Horace in his Art of Poetry If I should be blamed for thus exposing my self when so many of our Ingenious Poets have of late published their Works with such general Applause I hope I may be allowed without being thought arrogant to say as some of those might with Theognis 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And if for the Credit of my several Authors whom I have here promiscuously shuffled in with mine own Things Together with the Genius of the Age which seems to be delighted with such Variety shall make this Piece acceptable to the Iudicious Reader I shall not care for the Bolts of those Censurers who make it their Business to cry down every thing which comes to their hands and which they many times understand not to such I shall apply this of the afore-recited Author 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 To Philip Ayres Esq On his POEMS AS when with utmost Skill some Architect Designs a Noble Structure to erect Searches what e'er each Country does produce For outward Ornament or inward Vse So Friend from divers Books thy lab'ring Thought Has all the huddled am'rous Notions sought And into form shape the unlickt Cubs has brought Here Proteus Love thou shew'st in various Dress From Gawdy France to more Mejestick Greece Something thou gather'st too from Roman Ore And Spain contributes to thy well-got Store Whence each by thee refin'd in English Mold Verse smooth as Oyl does slow and pure as Gold Thus the laborious Bee with painful Toil From various Flowers of a various Soil Duly concocting the abstracted Iuice In plenty does th'Ambrosial Food produce C. Dartiquenave Lyric Poems The PROEM To LOVE A Sonnet LET others sing of Mars and of his Train Of great Exploits and Honourable Scars The many dire Effects of Civil Wars Death's Triumphs and Encomiums of the Slain ●sing the Conflicts I my self sustain With her Great Love the Cause of all my Cares Who wounds with Looks and fetters with her Hairs This mournful Tale requires a Tragick Strain ●yes were the Arms did first my Peace controul Wounded by them a Source of Tears there sprung ●unning like Blood from my afflicted Soul Thou Love to whom this Conquest does belong ●eave me at least the Comfort to condole And as thou wound'st my Heart inspire my Song The REQUEST To LOVE A Sonnet O Love who in my breast 's most noble part Didst that fair Image lodge that Form Divine In whom the Summ of Heavenly Graces shine And there ingrav'dst it with thy golden Dart. Now mighty Work man Help me by thy Art Since my dull Pen trembles to strike a Line That I on paper copy the Design By thee express'd so lively in my Heart Lend me when I this great Attempt do try A Feather from thy wings that whil'st to write My hand 's imploy'd my thoughts may soar on high Thy Torch which fires our hearts and burns so bright My darker Fancy let it's Flame supply And through my numbers dart celestial Light The COMPLAINT A Sonnet NOW angry Iuno sends from Heaven in spight Rivers and Seas instead of moderate showres Horror invests the World and the bright Hours ●f Delos God are chang'd to dismal Night ● crowds of anxious Thoughts on ev'ry side Invade my Soul and through my restless Eyes I shed such streams of Tears my Heart e'en tryes ●eath's pangs whilst I by force in Life abide ●●t the brisk Gales which rising by and by ●here Sol at night in Thetis Lapp shall ly Will make Heaven clear and drive away the Rain 〈◊〉 Cynthia That the blasts of Sighs I vent ●●uld ease my Breast of cloudy Discontent Which still with fresh Assaults renews my Pain From Girolamo Preti out of Italian on a Race-Horse SON of the Air Rival of Winds when high Swift Courser thou that without Wings dost fly Quicker than Arrows from a Parthian Bow Compar'd to thee Iove's Thunderbolts are slow Men come from Lands remote thy Race to see But when thou' rt pass'd no Eye can follow thee Thine far exceeds the Motion of the Sphears Thought cannot equal thee in thy Carrears Thy Feet shake th' Earth whilst Sparks do thee surround Yet tread not on the Flints nor touch the Ground Thee for his Charrot Sol would have away But that he knows thy Speed would shorten Day Invites Poets and Historians to write in Cynthia's Praise A Sonnet COME all ye Wits that with Immortal Rhymes Glory to others and your selves create And you that gratifie the future Times Whilst Tales of Love and Battles ye relate ●ome turn your Studies and your Eyes this way This Theme will crown your heads with lasting Bays T is Cynthia's Beauty Heavenly Cynthia Come swell your Volumes all with Cynthia's Praise ●osterity will then your Works admire And for her sake shall them as Jewels prize 〈◊〉 things to Cynthia's Glory must conspire She shall be worshipp'd with the Deities To her make foreign Lands pay Honours due Thus shall you live by her and she by you Cynthia on Horse-back A Sonnet FAIR Cynthia mounted on her sprightly Pad Which in white Robe with silver Fringe was clad And swift as wind his graceful steps did move As with his Beauteous Guide he 'd been in love Though fierce yet humble still to her command Obeying ev'ry touch of her fair hand Her golden Bitt his foaming mouth did check It spread his Crest and rais'd his bending Neck She was the Rose upon this Hill of snow Her sparkling Beauty made the glorious Show Whence secret Flames men in their bosoms took The Graces and the Cupids her surround Attending her while cruel she does wound With Switch her Horse and Hearts with ev'ry Lo● On the Death of Cynthia's Horse A Sonnet WHate're the World could boast of fair or good Thy back with pride has born thou happy Horse By which thou' rt fall'n in middle of thy course Too feeble to sustain so great a Load Oh happy Fall Oh dying full of Bliss Whilst she that guided Love did guide thy Head Big with this thought thou willingly art dead Scorning another burden after this A Heaven of Beauty over-press'd thy Back This might have made Alcides shoulders crack And Atlas truckl'd under such a weight Heav'n thee amongst its Horses long'd to see As here the World was late in love with thee When carrying her who to the Sun gave light On a Fountain and its Architect A Watry Heap by a fresh Torrent fed Hoary with Froth lifts up its reverend Head Whence various Currents falling their Recoyl Makes them when cold as Ice appear to boyl Out from his Temples in an artful Crown Clear Drops like strings of Pearls come trickling down Which quickly caught