Lavish to any in such gifts but mee Let it suffice that the bright sun and morne Shines ' ore them teach them not the south to scorne But let mee have 't twill make me immortall grow Thy light thy sweets if thou canst stoope so low To Doctor Gill on calling mee his friend T is to thee Gill I send and though my verse Has not a Gemme fit for Gustavus hearse Yet I can deck a Phillis and it is That sure which made mee gaine the happinesse Of thy rich Friend-ship Mars did daigne to stile Each light a blisse that came from Venus smile Nor can I read that hee thought Lemniack Arms More worthy of him then the Paphian Charmes Let it not then beget a blush in thee That this thy warlike fancie chose out mee Thou ador'st Mars and I the Queene of love To imitate him thou my Friend shouldst prove A Pastorall Poem SHine faire Clorinda let thy Silvius see No more Eclipses but of miserie Shoote forth thy beams that the proud boasting day May then confesse her every borrowed ray Let not the Easterne King forsake thy sight For he will surely yield thou gavest him light Why should that face bee subject to a cloud Which beauty ever yet hath made its shroud Did nature take such paines was all this done To bee a prey to base oblivion Here is my verse and though it treats of thee The onely erectresse of this war in mee Yet rather then it should have such a doome My fancie and my selfe should have a tombe An Architect has never a desire To see his worke as soone as done expire Shee is the chiefest and thy selfe doth prove How much she is with a blest fame in love Thou once could'st wound and canst thou not again Appeare as glorious as th' appear'dst then Thou first do'est captive but the second time Thou 'lt mount my fate unto its wisht for clime That is when th' holy Rhetoricke of thine eye Fathom'd showes thou wilt my Clorinda be To Coelia on tendring her trosses THe ordour of these is beneath That which comes from your heavenly breath Then not as adders take and prize But as to your breath a sacrifice To my worthy Master Mr. Webbe Master in Musicke and the Kings servant c. Sir THough my iuyce runs not within a lake Which from an Orphens may some blessings take Though my reed has had the hard fate to play Dissonant to you yet my Coelias Ray Has made mee so much happy as to bee A harbourer of you in my Poetry All I entreat is that you would but please To give these warbles of their blushes ease My pipe is yet a virgin and the feare Of a presumption makes the redds appeare So much within its notes say you t is well And that 's enough the crimson to expell On my doubting Coelia had bin dead YEt I 'le not say death has her lest that day Crave an entombing with her and night sway The scepter in Elysiums floare then would Th'earth-nourishing eye a darker empire hold Death would proclaime it only that he might Graspe in his earthly armes dame natures light But if 't be so give the birds leave to have The happinesse of chirping her to grave And not the dull note of one * The country bell bell let then The flowers that liv'd by her so dye that when They yield their sweets and colours all may know They give her hearse but what they to her ow. I have a debt to pay her for a flame Which from her eyes unto my poore brest came Yet t is not so would heav'n give leave to death In such a one to make his dart a sheath Would they let such a one bee vermins foode Whose beauty sweetnes and whose all o're good They kept so for their palace if 't bee so Some gentle fame give mee the blisse to know I come my Coelia death being blest with thee Where can I have but there felicitie On the death of that beauteous virgin Mistris Eliz Farmerie daughter to the right Worshipfull my most honoured friend John Farmerie Dr. in Law Chancellour of Lincolne c. T Is not enough to weepe for if it were Nature would bee dissolved into a teare Fancy would glory if that it could bring Pure Helicon to bee a briny spring Perhaps deare beauty thou didst only come To teach how we should know Elysium T is our parts then to ioy not weep that we Had the blest sight of such felicitie Heaven will not be lesse glorious and to grieve For thy departure hence a cause may give Of kindling wrath in it because we goe For thy being theirs the Pilgrimage of woe We saw the Sun the moone the Stats when life Was pleasd to name thy divine selfe it's wife We saw thy eyes too in whose every glance A greater lustre then theirs seemd to dance Beauty wee see which once Apelles drew But never such as did appeare in you We smelt Arabia yet far beneath Was it in our thoughts thy celestiall breath Wee perus'd vertues actions but by thee Wee thought her exceld in divinity In brightnes beauty sweetnesse vertue all Might thee their only great example call Is it prophane to sorrow for thee How Will that sin fill the world when as they know That thou art gone though wee joy for their blisse Wee must needs sigh when wee knew what it is That is fled from us Ti 's the sweetest faire Death gave heaven light while we here darkned are And then my candle went out On the death of my most honoured vncle William Prujean Doctor in Phisicke c. THus does our blisse decline thus does deaths shade Mufle the lustre of each Thespian maide Thus does Apollo lose his radiant dresse Thus Aesculapii loose their happinesse In thy blest ash what does not buryed ly That may give gods and men felicity Why are you tardy when you should appeare And teach mee how to bleede a worthy teare Or make sweete Ovid burst out of his cell To bring your griefe to fame me thinks they tell Mee that thou art not dead proud destiny Has but thy shroude of flesh not memorie T' is only wee that lose-thee now th' art gone From us the glory comes to them alone But since thy merits so celestiall were They might have made thy nature a blest Starre For what thou had'st was counted so divine That it could nee're in too much glory shine Yet while my verse has life nothing shall bee That 's thine a slave to more obscurity On my hearing that Coelia was dead VVHat is shee dead 1'st not enough to bee A slave to love but must such misery Claime my tears too helpe me yee Nymphs to make My taske an end If your cleere crystall lake Meets but my streame I may perhaps compose A sacrifice most fitting for my woes But durst fate seise upon thee could he tell Thy heavenly body from thy soule so well Did it excell earths guilder did
AVRORATA BY THOMAS PRVIE AN Student of Gonvile and Caius Colledge in Cambridge Carmen amant Musae carmen Apollo beat Nec decrit musae Coelia pulchra me a. Ad Patrem suum charissinium Franciscum Prujean Med. Drem Officium dicat snums cum hoc T. P. Numina carmen habent Tu praestas ni mihi fallor Dicatur libro hoc carmen Officium LONDON Printed for Hugh Perry neere Ivy Bridge in the Strand 1644. TO THAT FAVOVRER OF ARTS The Right Honourable the Countesse of Dorset Governesse to our most Illustrious Kings Children c. THO. PRU tenders with his humblest service these few endeavours To the true Patterne of Beauty and Vertue the quintessences of all Perfection my most honoured Cousins Mistris Margaret St. George Mistris Mary St. George Mistris Katherine St. George Of Hatley St. George Health and Peace Honoured Cousins IT is the nature of a Marygold to open its leaves to none but the Sun despising all other lights And he pleased with so true a servant though poore in all things else shines more graciously upon it then any other The poorenesse of my merit may well parallel me to this flower And the rich portion of your favours whose beames excell that radiant Monarchs of the skie you to him My willingnesse to serve you your commands shall never deny to be equall to my Presidents devotion to its Deity These endeavours you have been pleased to stile worthy a welcome at your faire hands when they were tendered to kisse them Doing so now you will adde to the engagements of him who is Your cousin and servant Thomas Prujean POEMS To the memorie of Sir Philip Sidney SInce that the world owing so much to thee Has paid so little and thy memory Shines not with Rayes fit for it Justice may Call us ungratefull but blest Sidney stay Thou playd'st the subtill thief and with thy wit Hast stolne the rich'st gems of Phoeb's Cabinet Wee court Minerva and the nine Maids too But they all bid us unto Sidney goe Helicon is drunke up Elixars spring Has now no Jove but Sidney for its King When we thinke for to wash in Thespia It bids retreat and to thee make our way How can we deck thee with a verse that will Make thy fame be more glorious sound more shrill 'T were a presumption for to hope to be So great an artist in sweet Poetry Can an earths Genius as thou didst command The governours of blest Elizium's Land If not then Iet our Fancies humbly sing Of Tamarisk's not the onely Sylvian King All I desire is but to be a statre That may be in thy rule though n'ere so farre Let loftier minds a higher pitch to be Coope all their fancies in cares miserie Whil'st thinking to make their formes so divine They suddenly to chaos may decline Yet this I will which my ability Affords admire adore thy vuit and thee And this I cannot doe unlesse thy light Makes me for to adore admire thee right Rest let thy foule pardoning what my muse May in thy vast Elysium pick and chuse For what strickt doome thou for't maist please to give Mee will not scape those who best Poets live To the Right Honourable the Countesse of Dorset Governesse to our most Illustrious Kings Children on the opening of the New-yeare THe new yeare 's come and wisht for Sol appeares Claspt in Aurora's arms His radiant Spheares Want nothing Madam for to make them give Their perfect lustre but your saying live If you but frowne it is enough to bring Deformed Chaos to be natures King And for that cause 't is not resolv'd on yet Whether a night or day shall finish it The fate is in your pow'r I feare 't will bee Our sable Monarch gets the victory Since th' other in its very infant rise Does offer here so poore a sacrifice What can be rich if that it wants your eye To guide it to so blest a treasurie Where lyes a Poets fame but in the hearse Whilst Madam you be pleas'd to read his verse And smile upon 't 't is you can onely raise The tender sprigge and make 't a flourishing baise Then let your beames shoot forth Let sullen night Presume no more upon your happy light Breake through all clouds and in my being blest Sol in his or be enjoyes a happy rest To Coelia a Rapture 1. Smile Coelia And give the world a Robe of light that day may glide away And crave of night to let her have a cloud To be her shroud Blushing in envy for to bee excel'd by thee 2. Make the Sun's Priest Forsake his beames and turne to where thou beest Force him to nest Himselfe within a shade to which his love A Foe did prove That then the heavens may take 't and place It where he was 3. Make Atlas feare The Burthen is on earth that hee should beare When you appeare Make all the Gods descend to court your shrine VVith that one shine And when they 're come say this is my Felicitie To my Booke going to Coelia GOe Booke enjoy thy happinesse 'T is Coelia's hand that thou must kisse 'T is Coelia's eye that now will shine Upon thee what is more divine Some Momus or some envious brat May say thy master is a chat And not a Poet tell 'em then That Coelia likes my Rugged Pen And who dares shew a rigid Front When cheerfully she lookes upon 't Her eare perhaps may let thy verse Into it then my love rehearse Whisper my sighs whisper my teares Which guide the minutes in their sphears Whisper my wounds and tell her how Much in her sending Balme shee 's slow Yet whisper not her cruell shee May answer that my destiny Equalls not hers and so I am Not worthy of her servants name Tell her divinenesse strives to bee Companion with blest Pietie And if true vowes will make me prove So shee shall have them in my love Say to her Cynthia will give Rayes to base earth why should I live Like to a hated shade say shee Lets all that freedome have but mee Though like the Marygold I bend My heart to where shee beams doe send But tell her if I chance to dye Shee loses love though 't liv'd in mee On the spring to Caelia T Is thee faire Caelia on whom nature has Bestow'd that deity which Flora's was Her little young ones haste out of her wombe To take the blessings which from thee may come The morne and her lov'd Phoebus dare no more Send them their radiant kisses when the store Of thy high Lustre comes nor the lov'd sweet Of Zephyr fall upon them when a fleet Thou sendest from thy breath their mother dares Scarce say shee gave them being so appeares Thy greatnesse in perfection Glance t' will bee More then these lights can give if 't come from thee Let one of thy Gales bee sent Caelia Th' perfuming winde for shame will steale away Yet my desire is that thou wouldst not bee
to it's fate does bring Of such a one deserves in th' memory Of all to bee imprinted with such ioy Thinke how much more does his commander maker Merit in hearts what ioy should each partaker Of such a knowledge have as doth containe His leaving of the wombe who brought to paine A period and so much felicitie As not enioying of it who 's the hee That can describe it they who have this blisse Can say no more then as it shal be it is Now for a roome now for a downy bed Neately arted where the mother must be layd Now for the pledges of each ioyfull heart 〈◊〉 but where is it where is this desert â—ayd not in Bethelem the costly roome Is a base ugly stable now become The glorious bed turn'd to an oxes stall The ioy to plots how to bring him to thrall This is the entertainment that they gave To him who brought a Corrosine to save â—s from hell's poyson Nor was 't any such â—ime dated glory that hee valewd much â—et him but have for this most sumptuous roome 〈◊〉 heart deckt rich with vertue It will come More welcome to him And for all the rest One that will say in thee I 'm onely blest LOVES LOOKINGGLASSE CHRISTS PASSION MAns only friend by man is doomd to bee An underling to worthlesse destiny Hee who even now an endlesse life could give Must now be faine to say he must not live Must not alas hee will not and all is To gaine his enemy immortall blisse Shew mee a Gordian Priest so holy bent As to submit to such a punishment Shew mee a man too that would choose to dye Rather then 's brother should thus punish't bee Shew me a child would consecrate his breath Rather then 's father should be hurt to death Shew mee a father that would take this doome Rather then 's progeny should have a toombe Shew mee a Subject that is term'd a hee Devoted so much unto piety That rather then his king should suffer this He would forgoe all lifes sweet happinesse Shew me a mother that would doe so much For her owne babe and all without a grutch And is' t not worth a wonder here that one Should suffer for 's foe such affliction It does command thy admiration man For it was caus'd by thy greate Ocean Excelling sins thy king thy God must doe All this to make thee to forsake thy woe To leave thy hunger and to take thy foode To make thee only to accept thy good And is this all too little wilt thou still Take hunger and leave foode fly good love ill The Pelican can doe no more but leave Her life the pretty young ones for to save And if they will run from her how can she Become their helper in that misery The hen but guards and if the chicke will stray From under her it must be the kites prey Yet stay fond man thou hast a better guide One that will call thee when thou goest aside One that will rather thy entreater bee Then have thee banisht heavens felicitie Hee dyes for us we sin yet his desire Pursues us that wee to his grace aspire The Argument of Romeos and Juliets ROmeo and Iuliet issues of two enimies Mountegue and Capulet Citizens of Verona fell in love one with the other hee going to give her a visit meetes Tybalt her kinsman who urging a fight was slaine by him for this Romeo was banished and resided at Mantua where be received an Epistle from Iuliet LOVES LOOKING-GLASSE Iuliet to Romeo FOr health and happinesse doth Iuliet pray To come to Romeo and his Mantua His Mantua O in that title blest Would my poore fame could have such happy rest Once it was so once could this poore breast boast Rich only then of being Romeo's hoast No sooner doe sleepes charmes upon me cease But fancie straight disturbes me of my ease Her troopes she brings in which me thinkes I see Most of the horrour call its subject thee First here comes Tybalt tho'onely cause of all That stiles our miserie originall Fir'd at thy sight in 's fury now his breath Has no issue saving what treats of thy death Then say I what dares man presume to give Death that which heaven hath only chose to live In thee sweet Romeo such perfection lyes As would make up another Paradise What has Elysium that is not in thee A blisse that will weare out eternitie Where is that blisse if not in Romeo's love Can Iuliet ought else happier then that prove When thou dost speake a quire of Angels make From all their notes thy voyce a being take Thy eye casts beames that looke as if they were Contain'd in one above a naturall sphare Thy breath is alwayes so delicious As if thou hadst command o're Zephyrus And 'fore my dreame was ended powers had sent Thee valour to inflict a punishment Upon him for his boldnesse which was done And then me thought I did begin to moane But then I 'gan to cry why should these eyes Pay to a griefe unlawfull sacrifice Why should I weepe because my enemy Became Fates slave and Romeo from it free Is he a friend that would deny to give But rather take away by what I live My life my dearest joy my Romeo Yet are my roses overcome by woe From thee they had their name and sure thy love Their planter nourisher blossomer did prove From thy sweet lips when thou didst first salute Me at the Maske my cheekes did steale this sute Of crimson and since thou didst kisse more free They got what made up their maturitie As that celestiall * His breath gale its wonted course Enjoy'd it was their blossomers sweet nurse When I resolv'd the author of all this I straight bethought how many trespasses I had committed wasting so away In griefe of his dire foe so rich a May. And yet me thought I a parcaker had In this my sorrow pardon if I said It was thy selfe Then quickly thus cry'd I Romeo is one of my societie Fame growing big with envy ' cause on mee Are fixt the rayes of such a deitie My Romeo loves me and her snaky twines Take from that noble wrath their wrinkled lines Shee bursts and in each eare the poyson fly'es Carrying of Tibalt's death the Prince espies Some murmur for him he soone questions why The murmur is who has this sad reply Search soone was made for thee whom in my armes I catcht into my bed These sudden harmes Strugling to keepe from thee and fearing lest Thou shouldst be tooke all sleepe was from me cast Then did I close'em and cry'd prethee stay But thou wert gone alas to Mantua Could no high pow're inspire their wills into Our great annoynted That my Romeo His Iuliets bed might still have blest could none Of thy divine parts plead must thou be gone Is Mantua the onely place that must Have of my Romeo the happy trust Mee thinkes I heare the pretty birds begin To consecrate