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A35525
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Poetical exercises written upon several occasions presented and dedicated to Her Royal Highness, Mary, Princess of Orange.
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Cutts, John Cutts, Baron, 1661-1707.
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1687
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Wing C7709; ESTC R9311
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humble Sigh provok'd her Hate Reason an active States-man Wise and Stout Heading the injur'd Native turn'd her out The God of Love will find some gentle Fair To govern in her room but let her swear To hold a merciful and equal Sway And all his old Imperial Laws obey Till she appears no Charms can Strephon move Unless it be the gen'ral Thoughts of Love That thin Camelion-Dyet of the Air Fancy's Idea of an Unknown Fair. For where or what she is Heav'n only knows 'Till Time and Fate the Secret shall disclose But there 's so strange a Magick force in Love The talking on 't sometimes may fatal prove And therefore gentle Nymph let 's have a care And tell no more such Stories now for fear Like Children after talking of a Spright The fancy on 't should make us dream at night To a Young LADY Who was said to be almost in Love. Upon her Recovery I Come bright Virgin to congratulate The blest Reverse of your unhappy Fate Victorious Love whose Violence and Rage No Hero e're could vanquish or asswage Victorious Love that keeps his Slaves in awe That conquers Conqu'rors and gives Monarchs Law Love that by boundless Passion wild Desire Confounds Mankind and sets the World on Fire That Haughty Tyrant that Imperious Foe You have o're-come and lead in Triumph now Whilst Guardian-Angels round about you flye Triumphing at your Souls great Victory Those glorious Servants of the Court above Whose God-like immaterial Beings move And are maintain'd by Harmony and Love Cherish no Flames but what unspotted are That upwards move and have their Object there Their Divine Essence makes 'em disapprove Those Storms of Nature which we take for Love. And you like one of them have scorn'd your Mind Should harbour any Flame that 's not refin'd Love when submissive innocent and pure You could within your gentle Breast endure Within those unpolluted Walls it lay As Harbinger to some more happy Day But when the growing Fire began to burn Too fierce and Love did to Disorder turn You then inspir'd by some Diviner Flame It s dang'rous Violence did quickly tame With mighty Thoughts the raging Storm supprest And threw the Viper from your panting Breast May Heav'n be kind and take a special Care Of one so very Good and yet so Fair. To a LADY Who desired me not to be in Love with her I will obey you to my utmost power You cannot ask nor I engage for more But if when I have try'd my utmost Skill A Tyde of Love drives back my floating Will When on the naked Beach you see me lye For Pity 's sake you must not let me dye Take Pattern by the glorious God of Day And raise no Storms but what you mean to lay He when the Charms of his attractive Eye Have stir'd up Vapours and disturb'd the Sky Le ts Nature weep and sigh a little while And then revives her with a pleasing smile If 't is to try me use me as you please But when that Tryal's over give me ease Don't torture one that wishes you no harm Prepare to cure me or forbear to Charm. MUSARUM ORIGO OR The Original and Excellence of the Muses I Sing the Muses great and glorious Birth Those spotless Nymphs that bless'd the Infant Earth Conceiv'd by Heavenly Dew and born of Thought E're Heathen Gods a spurious Brood begot A far more lovely and delightful Race Than that of the Castalian Sisters was Celestial Nymphs assist my lab'ring Pen And what you give shall be your own agen In dissolute and undiscerning times When Vice unmasks and Vertues pass for Crimes The sacred Gift of charming-Poetry Is look'd on with a slight and scornful Eye But if we trace the steps of former Years It 's high Descent and Dignity appears 'T was first reveal'd to that illustrious Man With whom Religious Rites and Laws began And can we think that God would e're impart To such a one a mean or trivial Art When Israel with a wonder pass'd the Sea And saw how Fate pursu'd their Enemy Who thought like them to have escap'd the Waves But soon were bury'd in their wat'ry Graves Upon their mind to strike the blessing home And make 'em fit for Dangers yet to come Their Godlike Chief employ'd the Poets Art And blew the Fire that warm'd the Peoples Heart This Gift the valiant Hebrew General knew Who was a Poet and a Souldier too To make him fully after Gods own Heart Heav'n thought it fit this Blessing to impart And with such force of thought he was inspir'd A while his Hearers lift'ned and admir'd And found their Blood at last to Action fir'd He painted Suff'rings with such charming Graces That willing People ran to their Embraces Despis'd a present Gain or vain Applause And chose to suffer in a glorious Cause He rais'd the Mind above the reach of Fear And arm'd the Souldier for approching War Instructing what was still the safest Shield And who were always sure to win the Field For in a Cause that 's just to live or dye Is to the Brave an equal Victory Alive in bleeding Foes their Swords they sheath And if they fall themselves they vanquish Death Religion which hath nat'rally a Face Adorn'd with sweetness and Celestial Grace In his fine Thoughts in his soft Numbers drest Has Charms too ravishing to be express'd He shew'd the Vanity of Hopes and Fears Which anxiously depend on future years Since all our Destinys are form'd above And in a firm unshaken Order move And that which made his Copies take with All He was Himself their great Original As Prophets most successfully will teach When in their Lives they practice what they Preach How finely twisted is the Chain of Fate When Heaven had fitted him for things so great And laid the Scenes of all his future Sate The Curtain drew and like a rising Sun The God-like Youth his glorious Race begun His Soul which was illustrious from his Birth Tho' yet conceal'd and lodg'd in common Earth Broke thro' the Clouds which had its Rays opprest And shew'd the Hero blooming in his Breast The Envious view'd him with a Jealous Eye Enrag'd to see his Vertue soar so high They knew his Rural Life and low Descent And wond'red what the busie Planets meant Unmov'd he stood upon the brink of Fate The Object of an angry Monarch's Hate Banish'd the Court in Troubles and Disgrace Expos'd to shifts and driven from place to place Heav'n's usual way to form the greatest Minds As Trees take Root when shaken by the Winds But 't is in vain to strive with Destiny What is Decreed in Heav'n will surely be That God who had resolv'd to make him great Dash'd all his Foes and laid 'em at his Feet He laugh'd at all their Policy and Strife And bless'd the World with his illustrious Life When wanted in the Council or the Field To fruitful pains he made his pleasure yield His Wit was busi'd with important