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Poems. By W.H.
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Hammond, William, b. 1614.
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1655
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Wing H626; Thomason E1604_1; ESTC R208440
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to a vast Folio That the world in suspence where to bestow That admiration which it late did ow To the large knowing Belgick Magazine H. Grot May justly pay it thee as his assigne If future houres with laden thighes shall strive To fill as well thine intellectuall hive As those are past the Court of Honour must To Crown thee ravish Garlands from his dust To the same on his Poems That he would likewise manifest his more Serious labours THou Natures step here treadest in Dost show us but thy Soules fair skin What Phancy more then Intellect did spin Thus Nature showes the roses paint Us with the outside doth acquaint But keeps reserv'd the soule of the fair plant Thy sailes all see swelling with hast Yet the hid ballast steeres as fast His steady course as the apparant mast For though carv'd workes onely appeare We know there is a Basis here Doth them together with the Fabrick bear And that thy lightning Intellect Though in the cloudes yet undetect Can Natures bowells pierce with its aspect Melting through stubborn doubts his way Whilst Fancy guilds things with her ray And but o th' surface doth of Nature play But whilst thy Intellect doth wear Thy Phancies dresse his motions are In Epicides not his proper sphear Breake forth and let his double signe In their own orbes distinctly shine Castor alone bodes danger to the Pine To the same On His Translation of two Spanish Novells THis Transplantation of Sicilian Loves To the more pleasing shades of Albion's groves Though I admire yet not the thing betrayes My soule to so much wonder as the wayes And manner of effecting That thy youth Untravail'd there should with such happy truth Unlock us this Iberian Cabinet Whose diamonds you in polisht English set Such as may teach the eyes of any dame i th' Brittish Court to give and take a flame Herein the greatest miracle we see That Spain for this hath traveld unto thee To the same DAmon thrice happy are thy layes Which Amarillis deignes to praise And teachest them no restlesse flame But Centers thy love there whence first it came Her Soul she and her wealthy flocks Mingles with thine Braids her bright locks Becomingly with thy brown shade Whence the Morn is so sweetly doubtfull made Oh may that twisted twilights power Infuse in each successive houre Eternall calmes untainted raies Your tresses rule her nights and hers your dayes Whilst Thyrsis his sad reed inspires With nought but sighs and hopelesse fires Yet glad to spy from his dark Cell The dawn of Joy from others night expell On the Marriage of my deare Kinsman T. S. Esq and Mrs. D. E. WHilst the yong world was in minority Much was indulged no proximity Of equall bloud could then stile marriage Incestuous But in her riper age Nature a polititian grew and laid A sin on wedlock that at home was made That Families being mixt the world might so Both Issue propogate and Friendship too How will you two then Natures frown abide Who are in worthinesse so neer allide For sure she meant that other vertues be Enlarged thus as well as Amitie Civility you might have taught the North She the South Chastity But now this worth Is wanting unto both 'cause you engrosse And to your selves communicate this losse But since best tempers vertae soon admit Your two well-tun'd complections may so fit A â—â—cond race and naturall goodnesse lend That nature shall not thus misse of her end On matchlesse couple then Hymen smiles on And by a perfect generation Such living Statues of your selves erect That they those vertues which this age reject May teach the future and to act restore All Honour living onely now in power Be thou the Adam she the Eve that may Pople a true reall Vtopia To Mrs. D. S. on the birth of Sidney her second Son Dear Neice MAY rest drown all thy paines But never sleep Thy painfull merits whilst feet Verses keep And Muses wings they shall along and blow Thy Fame abroad whilst time shall circuits go To judge strifes elementall and arowse The drousy world to mind this noble spouse How opportunely her Heroick fruit Waving her own doth our torn sex recruit Two Boyes have sprung from her wombs lively mold ' Ere both the Parents fourty Summers told She might such humane Goddesses produce As might the relaps'd world again amuse Into Idolatry and justify Bright Cyprias fable each poetick ly Old Greece or any modern lover made To deify the beauty of a Maid But The prizing her mate 'bove her own eyes Him rather with his likenesse gratifies The reason if a Poet may divine Why all her Blossomes quicken masculine Is that her Brethren never extant seen But possible by Fate have kindred been Into her flesh which flowers in Virgin Snow Benum'd slept in their winter cause till now That Nuptiall Sun approacht whose piercing ray Op'ning their Urn recall'd them into day On this trade Angells wait and on their wing Created Soules into new Bodies bring What power hath Love that can set Heaven a task To make a Gem when he prepares the Cask And if well set or void of heynous flaw Ordained by the Creatures gracious Law For his own weating which himselfe will own An Ornament even to his burnisht Crown On then fair spouse and ease the pangs of Birth By thinking you enrich both Heaven and Earth Think you may live till they in honours sphear Brighter then the Tindaridae appear And then you cannot dy the lives you gave They amply will repay despoile the grave Of your Immortall name may you behold Them fully act the praise I faintly told Horat Od. 3. 3. A Man endeed uwith Virtue feares nothing THe presence of a Tyrant nor the zeale Of Citizens forcing rebellions Can shake a squarely solid soule the seale Infringe of honest resolutions Untroubled He on stormy Adria Sailes At Thunder is undaunted as the oak If nature in a generall ruine failes He with contented mind sustaines the stroak To Sr. J. G. wishing me to regain my fortunes by complyance with the Parliament THE resignation of my selfe and mine I prostrate at the footstep of his Shrine Who for the mighty love he bore to me Laid out himselfe in each capacity Unasked pawnes his deity and shrouds All mighty feeblenesse in humane clouds And even that Cottage did to death engage For three dayes to redeem our Heritage For no lesse price then his humanity Could ransome us stampt with divinity The story of this noble Surety friend Should to such extasy our zeales extend That our Estates or selves we ne're should deeme So free as when they morgag'd are for him I therefore can with a contented mind Shake hands with all the wealth of either Inde In a clear conscience finding riches more Then there the Sun bequeaths unto his Ore Who drinks with sacred Druids at the brook Whose unjust sufferings are for guilt mistook And from their mouth now the forbidden tree Alasse
of ravishing delight Cannot when he knocks at their earthen Gate Suffer him storm his entrance but dilate Their ready hearts as to a friend for now He beares no sting no horror in his brow The Christiall-Ruby streame which did pursue The spear that sluc't Christs side dyde his grim hue To white and red beautys complection He comes no more to spoile thy mansion But to afford thee that Inheritance Which cannot be conceiv'd without a Trance To be translated to the fellowship Of Angells there with an immortall lip To drink Nectarean bowles of endlesse good Where the Creators face is the Soules food The best condition here is but to be An elect spouse to that great deitie But death the Bride-maid leads us to the bed Where youth and pleasures are eternised When I consider the whole world obeys Creations law onely untame man strayes I cannot think this is his proper sphear Where all his actions move irregular Nor shall my wishes ever so exclude The decent orderly vicissitude Of Natures constant Harmony to pray For a harsh jarring by unruly stay These with the pâ—ines and shame of doting age Wit cause the mind betimes to loath her Cage On the death of my dear brother Mr. H. S. drown'd The Tomb WHy weeps this Marble can his frigid power Thicken the ambient air into a shower Ah no these teares have sure an other cause Then the necessity of Natures Lawes These teares their spring have from within there lies The spoile of Nature crime of destinies How well this silent sadnesse doth become His awfull shade the horrour of the Tomb Strikes palenesse through my soule yet I must on And pay the rights of my devotion Pardon you guardian Angells who attend And keep his bones safe from the stygian fiend That I disturb your watch with untun'd layes I come to mourne and not to sing his praise A Sun that sat in flouds but oh sad hast Ere the Meridian of his age was past A purer day the East did nere disclose Then in his clear affections orient rose Tempestuous passion did in him appear But Physick as the lightnings purge the aire Martiall his temper was yet overcame Others by smiles himselfe by force did tame Here lies the best of man nature with thee Lost her perfection and integritie On the same The Boast HOW well this brittle Boat doth personate Mans fraile estate Whose concave fill'd with lightsome aire did scorn The proudest storm Mans fleshy boat beares up whilst breath doth last He feares no blast Poor floating Bark whilst on yon mount you stood Rain was your food Now the same moisture which once made thee grow Doth thee oreflow Rash youth hath too much saile his giddy path No ballast hath He thinks his Keel of wit can cut all waves And passe those Graves Can shoot all Cataracts and safely steer The fourscorth year But stoop thine eare ill-councelld youth and hark Look on this Bark His Emblem whom it carried both defi'd Stormes yet soon dyed Onely this difference that sunk downward this Waighd up to blâ—sse On the same The Tempers THe Elements that do mans house compose Are all his chiefest foes Fire Aire Earth Water all are at debate Which shall predominate Sometimes the Tyrant fire in feavours raves And brings us to our graves Sometimes the Aire in whirling of our braines And windy Colicks raignes Now Earth with melancoly man invades Making us walking shades Now water in salt Rheumes works our decay And dropseys quench our day But this war equall was in him the fight Harmony and delight Till Treacherous Thames taking the waters part Surpriz'd his open heart To my dear Sister Mrs. S. The Chamber ENtring your doore Istarted back sure this Said I deaths shady house and household is And yonder shines a beauty as of old Magnificent Tombs eternall Lamps did hold In lieu of lifes light a fair Taper hid In a dark lanthorn an eye shut in 's lid A flower in shade a star in nights dark womb An alablaster Columne to a Tomb But why this night in day can thy fair eye Delight in such an Aethiops company Man hath too many naturall clouds his bloud And flesh so blind his hood wink'd soule that good Is scarce discern'd from bad why should we then Seek out an artificiall darkesome den The better part of nature hidden lies The stars indeed we may behold and Skies But not their Influence we see the fire But not then heat why then should we desire More night when darknesse so ore Nature lies That all things mask their better qualities To the same Thursday NOw I me resolv'd the crasy Universe Growes old the Sun himselfe is nigh his hearse Seven Daughters in one week his youthfull rayes Were wont to get but since his strength decays Six are the most Thursday is lost for we Who boast our selves skill'd in th' Astronomy Of your day-shedding eyes by that light swear That day is lost in which you not appear That thy dark phancy might a giant-woe Beget thou makst a night Herculean too The late Astronomers have found it true We have lost many dayes but 't is by you Our calculation erres and we shall rage If you go on to cheat us of our age One day in Seaven is lost and in threescore We are bereaved of nine yeares and more So will your grief dilate it selfe like day And all as you become untimely gray To the same the Rose AFter the honey drops of pearly showers Vrania walk'd to gather flowers Sweet Rose I heard her say why are these feares Are these drops on thy cheek thy teares By those thy beauty fresher is thy smell Arabian spices doth excell This rain the Rose replied feeds and betrays My odours adds and cuts off dayes Had not I spread my leaves to catch this dew My scent had not invited you Vrania sigh'd and softly said 't is so Showers blow the rose and ripen woe For mine a lasse when washt in flouds sweet clean Heaven put his hand forth and did glean To the same Mans Life MAn's life was once a span now one of those Atoms of which old Sophies did compose The world a thing so small no emptinesse Nature can find at all by his decease Nor need she to attenuate the aire And spreading it his vacancy repaire The swellings that in hearts and eyes arise Repay with ample bulk deaths robberies Why should we then weep for a thing so slight Converting lifes short day to a long night For sorrowes make one Moneth seem many yeares Times multiplying glasse is made of teares Our life is but a painted perspective Greif the false light that doth the distance give Nor doth it with delight as shaddowing Set off but as a staffe fixt in a spring Seem crookt and larger then dry up thy teares Since through a double mean nought right appeares To the same The Excuse NOr can your sexes easinesse excuse Or countenance your teares to be profuse Some she 's