cancell'd my fond Will Tempted my faith to my Physitians skill To purchase health sung prayses in his Eare More than the Living of the Dead would heare For though our gifts buy care nought justly payes Physitians love but faith their art but prayse Which I observ'd now walke as I should see A death of all things save thy memorie But if this early Vintage shall create New wishes in my blood to celebrate Thee Endimion and thy Muse thy large heart Thy wisdome that hath taught the world an art How not enform'd by Cunning courtship may Subdue the minde and not the Man betray If mee thy Priest our curled Youth assigne To wash our Fleet-street Altars with new Wine I will since 't is to thee a Sacrifice Take care that plenty swell not into vice Lest by a fiery surfeâ— I be led Once more to grow devout in a strange bed Lest through kind weaknesse in decay of health Or vanity to shew my utmost wealth I should againe bequeath thee when I die To haughtie Poets as a Legacie TO THE QVEENE entertain'd at night by the Countesse of Anglesey FAire as unshaded Light or as the Day In its first birth when all the Yeare was May Sweet as the Altars smoake or as the new Unfolded Bud swell'd by the early Dew Smooth as the face of Waters first appear'd Ere Tides began to strive or Winds were heard Kind as the willing Saints and calmer farre Than in their sleepes forgiven Hermits are You that are more than our discreeter feare Dares praise with such dull Art what make you here Here where the Sommer is so little seene That Leaves her cheapest wealth scarce reach at greene You come as if the silver Planet were Misled a while from her much injur'd Spheare And t' ease the travailes of her beames to night In this small Lanthorn would contract her light In remembrance of Master William Shakespeare ODE 1 BEware delighted Poets when you sing To welcome Nature in the early Spring Your num'rous Feet not tread The Banks of Avon for each Flowre As it nere knew a Sunne or Showre Hangs there the pensive head 2 Each Tree whose thick and spreading growth hath made Rather a Night beneath the Boughs than Shade Unwilling now to grow Lookes like the Plume a Captive weares Whose rifled Falls are steept i' th reares Which from his last rage flow 3 The piteous River wept it selfe away Long since Alas to such a swift decay That reach the Map and looke If you a River there can spie And for a River your mock'd Eie Will finde a shallow Brooke To the Lady Bridget Kingsmill sent with Mellons after a report of my Death MAdam that Ghosts have walk'd and kindly did Convey Men heretofore to mony hid That they weare Chaines which rattle 'till they make More noise than injur'd Ale-wives at a Wake All this is free to faith but Sozomine Nor th' Abbot Tretenheim nor Rhâ—digine Nor the â—ew Tripâ—o though they all defend Such dreames can urge one Ghost that Verses pend Therefore be pleas'd to thinke when these are read I am no Ghost nor have beene three weekes dead Yet Poets that so nobly vaine have beene To want so carelesly till want prove sinne Through avarice of late toth ' Arches sent To know the chiefe within my Testament And th' Aldermen by Charter title lay ' Cause writ 'i th City's Virge to my new Play So if the Proclamations kinde nice care Keepe you not Madam from our black raw Aire Next Terme you 'll finde it own'd thus on each Wall Writ by the Lord May'r acted at Guild-Hall But then I must be dead which if you will In curteous pitty feare and suspect still These Mellons shall approach your pensive Eye Not as a Token but a Legacie Would they were such as could have reach'd the sense To know what use they had of excellence Since destin'd to be yours such as would be Now yours justly ambitious of a Tree To grow upon scorne a dejected birth Course German Tiles low Stalks that lace the Earth Such as since gladly yours got skill and pow'r To choose the strongest Sunne and weakest Showre Such as in Groves Cecilian Lovers eat To coole those wishes that their Ladies heat But if the Gard'ner make like Adam all Our human hopes bold and apocryphall And that my Mellons prove no better than Those lovely Pompe'ons which in Barbican Fencers and Vaulters Widowes please to eat Not as a Sallad but cheap-filling-meat Thinke then I 'm dead indeed and that they were Early bequeath'd but pay'd too late i' th Yeare So the just scornes of your lov'd wit no more Can hazard mee but my Executor To the King on New-yeares day 1630. ODE 1 THe joyes of eager Youth of Wine and Wealth Of Faith untroubled and unphysick'd Health Of Lovers when their Nuptials nie Of Saints forgiven when they die Let this yeare bring To Charles our King To Charles who is th' example and the Law By whom the good are taught not kept in awe 2 Long proffer'd Peace and that not compass'd by Expensive Treaties but a Victorie And Victories by Fame obtain'd Or pray'r and not by slaughter gain'd Let this yeare bring To Charles our King To Charles who is th' example and the Law By whom the good are taught not kept in awe 3 A Session too of such who can obey As they were gather'd to consult not sway Who not rebell in hope to git Some office to reclaime their wit Let this yeare bring To Charles our King To Charles who is th' example and the law By whom the good are taught not kept in awe 4 Prators who will the publique cause defend With timely gifts not Speeches finely pend So make the Northerne Victors Fame No more our envy nor our shame Let this yeare bring To Charles our King To Charles who is th' example and the law By whom the good are taught not kept in awe TO THE QVEENE presented with a suit in the behalfe of F. S. directed From Orpheus Prince of Poets To the Queene of Light In favour of a young listner to his Harpe I Sing these Numbers in the shady Land Where Ayrie Princes dwell which I command Some Spirit or some Winde gently convey To you whose breath is Spring whose Eie-beames Day ' Gainst your arrivall here which must be late Such pow'r the pray'rs of Mortalls have with Fate Fields I have dress'd so rich in scent and show As if your influence taught our Flow'rs to grow Where still delighted you shall nobly move Not like a sad Shadow as they above With learned falshood most unkindly dreame Of ev'ry Ghost but like a beautious Beame The Lilly and the Rose which Lovers seeke Not on their stalks but on their Ladies Cheeke Shall here not dare take root nor yet the strange And various Tulip which so oft doth change Her am'rous Colours to a diff'rent hew That yearly Men beleeve the Species New In stead of these on ev'ry
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
erst they toyl'd to owne Ieffereidos Or the Captivitie of Jeffery Canto the first A Sayle a sayle cry'd they who did consent Once more to break the eighth Commandement For a few Coles of which by theft â—o well Th' are stor'd they have enow to furnish Hell With penall heat though each sad Devill there A frozen Muscovite or Russian were The chase grew swift whilst an old weary Pinke Not us'd to fly and somewhat loth to sinke Did yeeld unto the Foe who boardsâ—her strait And having rifled all her precious Freight A trembling Britaine kneeles and did beseech Each composition there of Tarre and Pitch That they would heare him speake 't is not quoth he Our kinde respect to wealth or libertie Begets this feare but lest blind Fortune may Unto some fierce unruly hand betray The truest Servant to a State that cou'd Be giv'n a Nation out of flesh and bloud And hee tall Ieff'ry height who not much us'd To fights at Sea and loth to be abus'd Resolv'd to hide him where they sooner might Discover him with smelling than with sight Each Eye was now imploy'd no man could thinke Of any uncouth Nooke or narrow Chinke But strait they â—ought him there in holes not deep But small where slender Magots us'd to creep At last they found him cloâ—e beneath a spick And almost span-new-pewter-Candlestick A sapient Dicgo that had now command Of Ships and Victorie tooke him in hand Peis'd him twise tasted his discourse atâ—ength Beleev'd that he diâ—sembled wit and strength Quoth he Victors and Vanquiâ—hed I bid You all give eare to wisdome of Madrid This that appeares to you a walking-Thumbe May prove the gen'rall Spie of Christendome Then calls for Chaines but such as fitting seeme For Elephants when manag'd in a Teeme Whilst puissant Ieff'ry 'gins to wish in vaine He had long since contriv'd a truce with Spaine His Sinewes faile him now nor doth hee yeeld Much trust unto his Buckler or his Shield Yet threatens like a second Tamberlaine To bring them 'fore the Queenes Lord-Chamberlaine Because without the leave of him or her They keepe her Houshold-Servant prisoner Diego that study'd wrath more than remorse Commands that they to Dunkerk steere their course Whilst Captive Ieffr'y snewes to wiser sight Just like a melancholy Isralite In midst of 's journey unto Babylon Melt marble hearts that chance to thinke thereon The Winds are guilty too for now behold Already landed this our Brittaine bold The People view him round some take their oath He 's humane Issue but not yet of growth And others that more sub'tly did conferre Thinke him a small contracted Conjurer Then Diego Bredâ—o names Hemskerk and cryes Hans van Geulick Derick too place your Thighs On this judiciall Bench that wee may sit T' undoe this short-Embassadour with wit One faine would know's discent Thou Pirat-Dogge The wrathfull Captive then reply'd not Ogge The Bashan King was my Progenitor Nor doe I strive to fetch my Ancestor From Anack's Sonnes nor from the Genitals Of wrastling Cacus who gave many falls No matter for his birth sayd Diego then Bring hither strait the Rack for it is Ten To one this will enforce from out his Pate Some secrets that concerne the English State But O! true loyall Heart he 'ld not one word Reveale that he had heard at Councell-bord Some ask'd him then his bus'nesse late in France What Instruments lay there conceal'd t' advance The Briâ—tish cause when they perceiv'd his heart Was bigge and whilst enforc'd would nought impart Diego arose and said Sir I beseech you Acquaint us if the Cardinall de Richelâ—eu Intend a warre in Italy or no Most noble Ieff'ry still â— hee seemes to know Nought of that point though divers think when there The Cardinall did whisper in his eare The Scheame of all his plots and sought to gaine His company along with him to Spaine For thither he 'll march if he can by th' way Sweep a few durty Nations intoth ' Sea A solemne Monke that silent stood close by Beleev'd this little Captive a Church-Spie Quoth he that shrivled face hath Schysme in it And lately there 's a learned volumne writ Wherein Ben-â—harky and Ben-Ezra too And Rabin Kimky eke a learned Jew Are cited all it labours to make good That there were Protestants before the Flood And thou its Author art Ieff'ry swore then He never knew those Hebrew Gentlemen When they perceiv'd nor threats nor kindnesse sought From love could get him to discover ought Diego leaves the Table sweares by his Skarffe The thing they doubted thus was a meere Dwarffe The fleetest Izeland-Shock they then provide On which they mount him strait and bid him ride He weepes a teare or two for 's Jewells lost And so with heavy heart to Bruxels post Ieffereidos Or the Captivitie of Jeffery Canto the second SO runs the nimble Snayle in slimy track Hast'ning with all his Tenement on 's back And so on goodly Cabidge-leafe the fleet Swift-Caterpiller moves with eager feet As this sad Courtier now whose mighty Steed May for an easie amble or for speed Compare with gentle Bull in Yoke But O! Here now begins a Canticle of woe Chide cruell Fate whose buisnesse in the Spheares Wise Ieff'ry notes is but to cause our Teares Their rule and pow'r quoth he is understood More in the harme they doe us than the good And this hee say'd because he scarce had driven Along that Coast the length of Inches Seven But downe his Izeland fell some Authors say A burly Oake lay there disguis'd in 's way Others a Rush and some report his Steed Did stumble at the splinter of a Reed And some far more authentick say agin 'T was at a haire that drop'd from humane Chin But though the sage Historians are at strife How to resolve this point his Coursers life They hold lost in the fall whilst the discreet Ieff'ry was forc'd to wander on his Feet Old wives that saw the sorrowes of this Spy Their wither'd Lips thinner than Lids of Eye Strait opened wide and tickled with his wrongs Did laugh as if t' were â—ech'ry to their Lungs And Diego too whose grave and solemne Brow Was ever knit grew loud and wanton now O for a Guard quoth he of Switzers here To heave that Giant up but come not neere For now enrag'd he may perchance so tosse us As you would thinke you touch'd a live Colossus This Ieff'ry heard and it did stir his gall More than his Coursers death or his owne fall Sorrowes that hasten to us are but slow In their departure as the learn'd may know By this sad Story since new cause was given For which our deepe Platonick questions Heaven O cruell Starres quoth he will you still so Officious be to trouble us below 'T is say'd your care doth governe us d' ye call That care to let Ambassadours thus fall Nay and permit worse dangers to ensue Though all your rule and influence be true I had
who with wise industrie Seeke Virtue out then give it strength to be Where ere you shall recide let Plenty bring The pride and expectations of the Spring The wealth that loads inticing Autumne grow Within your reach let hasty Rivers flow 'Till on your shores they skaly Tribute pay Then ebbe themselves in empty Waves away Let each pale Flow'r that springeth there have pow'r T' invite a Sunne-beame and command a Show'r The dew that falls about you taste of Wine Each abject Weed change root and be a Vine But I with this prophetick plenty grow Already rich and proud ' cause then I know The Poets of this Isle in Vineyards may Rejoyce whilst others thirst in groves of Bay Sir let me not your wary patience move And sinne with too much courage of my love He that in strength of wishes next shall trie T' increase your blessings with his Poesie May shew a fiercer Wit and cleaner Art But not a more sincere and eager Heart THE QVEENE returning to London after a long absence HOw had you walk'd in Mists of Sea-coalesmoake Such as your ever teeming Wives would choak Faâ—â—e Sonnes of thrift did not her beauties light Dispell your Clouds and quicken your dull sight As when th' illustrious Officer of Day First worship'd in the East 'gins to display The glory of his beames then Buds unfold Their chary Leafes each dew-drownd Marigold Insensibly doth stirre it selfe and spread Each Violet lifts up the pensive Head So when the Rayes of her faire Eyes appeare To warme and gild your clouded Hemispheare Those Flow'rs which in your narrow Gardens grow Narrow as Turfs which you a Lark allow In 's wicker Cage rejoyce upon their stalks Imbellishing your sommer inch-broad walks But she remov'd what all your weary'd lives You plant in German pots to please your Wives Shall fade scarce in your Climate shall be seene Enough of Spring to make your Tansies green Nor shall your blew-Ey'd-Daughters more appeare Though in the hopefull'st season of the Yeare In the dark street where Tantlin's Temple stands With Time and Marg'rom Posies in their hands Wee know distrustfull Bergainers you most Love sacrifice that puts you least to cost Give her your prayers then that her Lookes may After long Nights restore you unto Day Though Ringing be some charge and Wood grew deere In troth it will become you once a yeare To offer Bells and Bonfires too alltho ' You couzen't out in Silks next publique Show To I. W. Vpon the death of his Mistresse AS the great Sonnes of War that are rays'd high With eager heats of frequent Victorie Grow to such lazy pride they take it ill Men still should put them to the paines to kill And would at each sterne becken of the Eye Have the sad Foe vaile Plumes take leave and dye So thou as if thy Sorrowes had o'recome Halfe the wise world and struck all reason dumbe Cry'st she is dead and frown'st because I now Take not my Wreath the treasure of my Brow Then hurle my selfe and it a Sacrifice In hallow'd flames to her departed Eyes ' Cause early Men their Curtaines draw and say Behold the Sunne is risen now'tis day Knowing thy Sunne is set thou swearst their sight Is led by bus'nesse t' a miss-take of Light Lovers beleeve if yet th' Almighty cou'd Doabt part of his so swift creation good To ease him of another Fiat they Can with their Mistresse beames make him a day To rule the Night each Glance they thinke will fit Planets to largest Spheares if wee admit Their silly Priests the Poets be but by That love to sooth such faith t'idolatrie But how have I transgress'd thus to declame ' Gainst sorrow I should envy more than blame For what is he though reverendly old And than a Mountaine Muscovite more cold Though he want Wit or nature to desire Though his hard heart be Ir'ne his heart-strings Wire Or what is he though blind and knowes no good Of love but by an itching faith in 's blood That when thy Tongue her beauty open layes To mentall view and her soft minde displayes Will thinke thy griefe was over-pay'd or yet Bate the world one Sigh of so just a debt But she is gone Repine now if you dare Like Heav'ns unlicenc'd Fooles all punish'd are For Nature as for crimes yet cannot choose But mourne for ev'ry excellence wee loose Though still commanded to a tame content To thinke no good was given us but lent And a fond ridle in Philosophy Perswades us too the Virtuous never dye That all the ills which wee in absence finde Concerne the Eye-sight only not the Minde But Lovers whose wise Sences take delight In warme contaction and in reall sight Are not with leane imagination fed Or satisfi'd with thinking on the Dead 'T is fit wee seeke her then but he that finds Her out must enter friendship with the Winds Enquire their dwelling and uncertaine walks Whither they blow from their forsaken Stalks Flow'rs that are gone ere they are smelt or how Dispose o' th sweeter Blossoms of the Bough For She the Tresuresse of these is fled Not having the dull leasure to be dead But t'hoord this Wealth returne and this Wealth bring Still vary'd and encreas'd in ev'ry Spring To Endimion Porter IT is Lord of my Muse and heart since last Thy sight inspir'd me many ages past In darknesse thick as ill-met Clouds can make In sleeps wherein the last Trump scarce could wake The guiltlesse dead I lay and hidden more Than Truth which testy Controverts explore More hid than paths of Snakes to their deep beds Or walkes of Mountaine-Springs from their first Heads And when my long forgotten Eies and Mind Awak'd I thought to see the Sunne declin'd Through age to th' influence of a Starre and Men So small that they might live in Wombes agen But now my strength 's so giantly that were The great Hill-lifters once more toyling here They 'ld choose me out for active Back for Bone To heave at â—aeâ—ioâ— first and heave alone Now by the softnesse of thy noble care Reason and Light my lov'd Companions are I may too ere this Moone be lost refine My bloud and bathe my Temples with thy Wine And then know my Endimion thou whose name To 'th World example is Musick to Fame I 'le trie if Art and Nature able be From the whole strength and stock of Pâ—eâ—ie To pay thee my large debts such as the poore In open Blushes hidden Hearts restore Epitaph on I. Walker ENvy'd and lov'd here lies the Prince of mirth Who laugh'd at the grave bus'nesse of the Earth Look'd on ambitious States-men with such Eyes As might discerne them guilty could not wise That did the noyse of Warr and Battailes heare As mov'd to smiling pitty not to feare Thought fighting Princes at their dying sad Beleev'd both Victors and the Conquer'd mad Might have beene rich as oft as he would please But wayes to Wealth are not the wayes to
is too haughty to obay Who yeeld to him doe not their reason plâ—â—se But hope their patience may procure them ease How proudly glorious doth he then appeare Whom ev'n the Proud enmy the humble feare The Studious that in Books so long have sought What our Wise Fathers did or what they thought Admit not Reason to be naturall But forc'd harsh and uneasie unto all Well may it be so when from our Soul's Eyes With dark Schoole-Clouds they keepe it in disguise They seeme to know what they are loth t' impart Reason our Nature once is now their Art And by sophistick uselesse-science trie T' ingage us still to their false industrie T' untie that knot which they themselves have ry'd And had been loose to all but for their pride Their pride who rule as chiefe on Earth because They only can expound their owne hard Lawes Since thus all that direct what others doe Are proud why should not Poets be so too Although not good t is prosperous at least To imitate the greatest not the best Know then I must be proud but when I tell The cause that makes my nourish'd glory swell I shall like lucky Pensils have the fate T' exceed the Patterns which I imitate This not implies to be more proud than they But bravely to be proud a better way And thus Arigo I may safely climbe Rays'd with the boast not loaden with the crime Those with their glorious Vices taken be But I most right'ously am proud of thee To Tho Carew 1 VPon my conscience whenso e'rethou dy'st Lent Though in the black the mourning time of There will be seene in Kings-street where thou ly'st More triumphs than in dayes of Parl'ament 2 How glad and gaudy then will Lovers be For ev'ry Lover that can Verses read Hath beene so injur'd by thy Muse and thee Ten Thousand Thousand times he wish'd thee dead 3 Not but thy Verses are as smooth and high As Glory Love or Wine from Wit can rayse But now the Devill take such destinie What should commend them turnes to their disprayse 4 Thy Wit 's chiefe Virtue is become its Vice For ev'ry Beauty thou hast rays'd so high That now course-Faces carry such a price As must undoe a Lover if he buy 5 Scarce any of the Sex admits commerce It shames mee much to urge this in a Friend But more that they should so mistake thy Verse Which meant to conquer whom it did commend TO Doctor Duppa Deane of Christ-Church and Tutor to the Prince An acknowledgment for his collection in Honour of Ben. Iohnson's memory HOw shall I sleepe to night that am to pay By a bold vow a mighty Debt ere Day Which all the Poets of this Island owe Like Palnea neglected it will greater grow How vainly from my single Stock of Wit As small as is my Art to Husband it I have adventur'd what they durst not doe With strong confed'rate Art and Nature too This Debt hereditary is and more Than can be pay'd for such an Ancestor Who living all the Muses Treasure spent As if they him their Heire not Steward meant Forrests of Mirtle he disforrested That neere to Helicon their shades did spred Like Moderne Lords w' are so of Rent bereft Poets and they have nought but Titles left He wasted all in Wreaths for 's conqu'ring Wit Which was so strong as nought could conquer it But 's Judgment 's force and that more rul'd the sense Of what he writ than 's Fâ—â—â—y's vaste expence Of that hee still was lavishly profuse For joyne the remnant-Wealth of ev'ry Muse And t' will not pay the Debt wee owe to thee For honours done unto his Memory Thus then he brought th' Estate into decay With which this Debt wee as his Heires should pay As sullen Heires when wastefull Fathers die Their old Debts leave for their Posteritie To cleere and the remaining Akers strive T' enjoy to keepe them pleasant whilst alive So I alas were to my selfe unkinde If from that little Wit he left behinde I simply should so great a debt defray I 'le keepe it to maintaine mee not to pay Yet for my soul's last quiet when I die I will commend it to posteritie Although 't is fear'd ' cause they are left so poore They 'll but acknowledge what they should restore However since I now may erne my Bayes Without the taint of flatterie in prayse Since I 've the luck to make my prayses true I 'le let them know to whom this Debt is due Due unto you whose learning can direct Why Faith must trust what Reason would suspect Teach Faith to rul1e but with such temp'rate law As Reason not destroys yet keeps't in awe Wise you the living-Volume which containes All that industrious Art from Nature gaines The usefull open-Booke to all unty'd That knowes more than halfe-Knowers seeme to hide And with an easie cheerefulnesse reveale What they through want not sullennesse conceale That to great-faithlesse-Wits can truth dispence ' Till 't turne their witty scorne to reverence Make them confesse their greatest error springs From curious gazing on the least of Things With reading smaller prints they spoyle their Sight Darken themselves then rave for want of light Shew them how full they are of subtle sinne When Faith 's great Cable they would nicely spinne To Reason's slender Threads then falsely bold When they have weakned it cry t'wilt not hold To him that so victorious still doth grow In knowledge and t' enforce others to know Humble in 's strength not cunning to beguile Nor strong to overcome but reconcile To Arts Milde Conqueror that is to you Our sadly mention'd Debt is justly due And now Posteritie is taught to know Why and to whom this mighty Summe they owe I safely may goe sleep for they will pay It all at times although I breake my Day FINIS