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A34834
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Verses, written upon several occasions by Abraham Cowley.
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Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.
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Wing C6694; ESTC R1522
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Land For all the glories of the Earth Ought to be ' entail'd by right of Birth And all Heaven's blessings to come down Upon his Race to whom alone was given The double Royalty of Earth and Heaven VVho crown'd the Kingly with the Martyr's Crown 9. The Martyr's blood was said of old to be The seed from whence the Church did grow The Royal Bloud which dying Charles did sow Becomes no less the seed of Royalty 'T was in dishonour sown We find it now in glory grown The Grave could but the dross of it devour 'T was sown in weakness and 't is rais'd in power We now the Question well decided see Which Eastern Wits did once contest At the Great Monarch's Feast Of all on earth what things the strongest be And some for Women some for Wine did plead That is for Folly and for Rage Two things which we have known indeed Strong in this latter Age. But as 't is prov'd by Heaven at length The King and Truth have greatest strength When they their sacred force unite And twine into one Right No frantick Common-wealths or Tyrannies No Cheats and Perjuries and Lies No Nets of humane Policies No stores of Arms or Gold though you could joyn Those of Peru to the great London Mine No Towns no Fleets by Sea or Troops by Land No deeply entrencht Islands can withstand Or any small resistance bring Against the naked Truth and the unarmed King 10. The foolish Lights which Travellers beguile End the same night when they begin No Art so far can upon Nature win As e're to put out Stars or long keep Meteors in Wher 's now that Ignis Fatuus which e'rewhile Mis-lead our wandring Isle Where 's the Impostor Cromwell gon Where 's now that Falling-star his Son Where 's the large Comet now whose raging flame So fatal to our Monarchy became Which o're our heads in such proud horror stood Insatiate with our Ruine and our Blood The fiery Tayl did to vast length extend And twice for want of Fuel did expire And twice renew'd the dismal Fire Though long the Tayl we saw at last it's end The flames of one triumphant day Which like an Anti-Comet here Did fatally to that appear For ever frighted it away Then did th' allotted hour of dawning Right First strike our ravisht sight Which Malice or which Art no more could stay Than Witches Charms can a retardment bring To the Resuscitation of the Day Or Resurrection of the Spring We welcome both and with improv'd delight Bless the preceding Winter and the Night 11. Man ought his Future Happiness to fear If he be alwayes Happy here He wants the Bleeding Mark of Grace The Circumcision of the Chosen race If no one part of him supplies The duty of a Sacrifice He is we doubt reserv'd intire As a whole Victime for the Fire Besides even in this World below To those who never did Ill Fortune know The good does nauseous or insipid grow Consider man's whole Life and you 'l confess The Sharp Ingredient of some bad success Is that which gives the Taste to all his Happiness But the true Method of Felicitie Is when the worst Of humane Life is plac'd the first And when the Childs Correction proves to be The cause of perfecting the Man Let our weak Dayes lead up the Van Let the brave Second and Triarian Band Firm against all impression stand The first we may defeated see The Virtue and the Force of these are sure of Victory 12. Such are the years great Charles which now we see Begin their glorious March with Thee Long may their March to Heaven still Triumphant be Now thou art gotten once before Ill Fortune never shall o're-take thee more To see 't again and pleasure in it find Cast a disdainful look behind Things which offend when present and affright In Memory well painted move delight Enjoy then all thy ' afflictions now Thy Royal Father's came at last Thy Martyrdom's already past And different Crowns to both ye owe. No Gold did e're the Kingly Temples bind Than thine more try'd and more refin'd As a choise Medal for Heaven's Treasury God did stamp first upon one side of Thee The Image of his suffering Humanity On th' other side turn'd now to sight does shine The glorious Image of his Power Divine 13. So when the wisest Poets seek In all their liveliest colours to set forth A Picture of Heroick worth The Pious Trojan or the Prudent Greek They chuse some comely Prince of heavenly Birth No proud Gigantick son of Earth Who strives t' usurp the god's forbidden seat They feed him not with Nectar and the Meat That cannot without Ioy be eat But in the cold of want and storms of adverse chance They harden his young Virtue by degrees The beauteous Drop first into Ice does freez And into solid Chrystal next advance His murdered friends and kindred he does see And from his flaming Country flee Much is he tost at Sea and much at Land Does long the force of angry gods withstand He does long troubles and long wars sustain E're he his fatal Birth-right gain With no less time or labour can Destiny build up such a Man Who 's with sufficient virtue fill'd His ruin'd Country to rebuild 14. Nor without cause are Arms from Heaven To such a Hero by the Poets given No human Metal is of force t' oppose So many and so violent blows Such was the Helmet Breast-plate Shield Which Charles in all Attaques did wield And all the Weapons Malice e're could try Of all the several makes of wicked Policy Against this Armour struck but at the stroke Like Swords of Ice in thousand pieces broke To Angels and their Brethren Spirits above No show on Earth can sure so pleasant prove As when they great misfortunes see With Courage born and Decency So were they born when Worc'ster's dismal Day Did all the terrors of black Fate display So were they born when no Disguises clowd His inward Royalty could shrowd And one of th' Angels whom just God did send To guard him in his noble flight A Troop of Angels did him then attend Assur'd me in a Vision th' other night That He and who could better judge than He Did then more Greatness in him see More Lustre and more Majesty Than all his Coronation Pomp can shew to Human Eye 15. Him and his Royal Brothers when I saw New marks of honour and of glory From their affronts and sufferings draw And look like Heavenly Saints even in their Purgatory Me-thoughts I saw the three Iudaean Youths Three unhurt Martyrs for the Noblest Truths In the Chaldaean Furnace walk How chearfully and unconcern'd they talk No hair is sindg'd no smallest beauty blasted Like painted Lamps they shine unwasted The greedy fire it self dares not be fed With the blest Oyl of an Anoynted Head The honourable Flame Which rather Light we ought to name Does like a Glory compass them around And their whole Body 's
the lazy Waggon of the night But if my dull and frozen Blood deny To send forth Sp'rits that raise a Soul so high In the next place let Woods and Rivers be My quiet though unglorious destinie In Life's cool vale let my low Scene be laid Cover me Gods with Tempe's thickest shade Happy the man I grant thrice happy he VVho can through gross effects their causes see VVhose courage from the deeps of knowledge springs Nor vainly fears inevitable things But does his walk of virtue calmly go Through all th' allarms of Death and Hell below Happy but next such Conquerours happy they VVhose humble Life lies not in fortunes way They unconcern'd from their safe distant seat Behold the Rods and Scepters of the great The quarrels of the mighty without fear And the descent of forein Troops they hear Nor can even Rome their steddy course misguide VVith all the lustre of her perishing Pride Them never yet did strife or avarice draw Into the noisy markets of the Law The Camps of Gowned VVar nor do they live By rules or forms that many mad men give Duty for Natures Bounty they repay And her sole Laws religiously obey Some with bold Labour plow the faithless main Some rougher storms in Princes Courts sustain Some swell up their sleight sails with pop'ular fame Charm'd with the foolish whistlings of a Name Some their vain wealth to Earth again commit VVith endless cares some brooding o're it sit Country and Friends are by some VVretches sold To lye on Tyrian Beds and drink in Gold No price too high for profit can be shown Not Brothers blood nor hazards of their own Around the VVorld in search of it they roam It makes ev'n their Antipodes their home Mean while the prudent Husbandman is found In mutual duties striving with his ground And half the year he care of that does take That half the year grateful returns does make Each fertil moneth does some new gifts present And with new work his industry content This the young Lamb that the soft Fleece doth yield This loads with Hay and that with Corn the Field All sorts of Fruit crown the rich Autumns Pride And on a swelling Hill's warm stony side The powerful Princely Purple of the Vine Twice dy'd with the redoubled Sun does shine In th' Evening to a fair ensuing day VVith joy he sees his Flocks and Kids to play And loaded Kyne about his Cottage stand Inviting with known sound the Milkers hand And when from wholsom labour he doth come VVith wishes to be there and wish't for home He meets at door the softest humane blisses His chast wives welcom and dear Childrens kisses VVhen any Rural Holy dayes invite His Genius forth to innocent delight On Earths fair bed beneath some sacred shade Amidst his equal friends carelesly laid He sings thee Bacchus Patron of the Vine The Beechen Boul fomes with a floud of VVine Not to the loss of reason or of strength To active games and manly sport at length Their mirth ascends and with fill'd veins they see VVho can the best at better trials be Such was the Life the prudent Sabins chose From such the old Hetrurian virtue rose Such Remus and the God his Brother led From such firm footing Rome grew the VVorld's head Such was the Life that ev'n till now does raise The honour of poor Saturns golden dayes Before Men born of Earth and buried there Let in the Sea their mortal fate to share Before new wayes of perishing were sought Before unskilful Death on Anvils wrought Before those Beasts which humane Life sustain By Men unless to the Gods use were slain Claudian's Old Man of Verona HAppy the Man who his whole time doth bound VVithin th' enclosure of his little ground Happy the Man whom the same humble place Th' hereditary Cottage of his Race From his first rising infancy has known And by degrees sees gently bending down VVith natural propension to that Earth VVhich both preserv'd his Life and gave him birth Him no false distant lights by fortune set Could ever into foolish wandrings get He never dangers either saw or fear'd The dreadful storms at Sea he never heard He never heard the shrill allarms of war Or the worse noyses of the Lawyers bar No change of Consuls marks to him the year The change of seasons is his Calendar The cold and heat VVinter and Summer showes Autumn by fruits and Spring by flow'rs he knows He measures time by Land-marks and has found For the whole day the Dial of his ground A neighbouring wood born with himself he sees And loves his old contemporary trees H 'as only heard of near Verona's Name And knows it like the Indies but by fame Does with a like concernment notice take Of the Red-Sea and of Benacus lake Thus Health and Strength he to ' a third age enjoyes And sees a long Posterity of Boyes About the spacious VVorld let others roam The Voyage Life is longest made at home Martial Book 10. Epigram 96. ME who have liv'd so long among the great You wonder to hear talk of a Retreat And a retreat so distant as may show No thoughts of a return when once I go Give me a Country how remote so e're Where happiness a mod'rate rate does bear Where poverty it self in plenty flowes And all the solid use of Riches knowes The ground about the house maintains it there The house maintains the ground about it here Here even Hunger's dear and a full board Devours the vital substance of the Lord. The Land it self does there the feast bestow The Land it self must here to Market go Three or four suits one Winter here does wast One suit does there three or four Winters last Here every frugal Man must oft be cold And little Luke-warm-fires are to you sold. There Fire 's an Element as cheap and free Almost as any of the other Three Stay you then here and live among the Great Attend their sports and at their tables eat When all the bounties here of Men you score The Places bounty there shall give me more A Paraphrase on an Ode in Horace's third Book beginning thus Inclusam Danaen turris ahenea A Tower of Brass one would have said And Locks and Bolts and Iron bars And Guards as strict as in the heat of wars Might have preserv'd one Innocent Maiden-head The Jealous Father thought he well might spare All further Jealous Care And as he walkt t' himself alone he smil'd To think how Venus Arts he had beguil'd And when he slept his rest was deep But Venus laugh'd to see and hear him sleep She taught the Amorous Iove A Magical receit in Love Which arm'd him stronger which help'd him more Than all his thunder did and his Almighty-ship before 2. She taught him Loves Elixar by which Art His Godhead into Gold he did convert No Guards did then his passage stay He pass'd with ease Gold was the VVord Subtle as Lightning bright and