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Occasional verses of Edward Lord Herbert, Baron of Cherbery and Castle-Island deceased in August, 1648.; Poems. Selections
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Herbert of Cherbury, Edward Herbert, Baron, 1583-1648.
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Intelligencers grown For since that as a Guard th' Highest at once Put Fear t' attend their private actions And Shame their publick other means being fail'd Mischief under doing of Good was vail'd And Sin of Pleasure though in this disguise They only hide themselves from mortal eyes Sins those that both com-and o-mitted be Once hot and cold but in a third degree Are now such poisons that though they may lurk In secret parts awhile yet they will work Though after death Nor ever come alone But sudden fruitful multiply e'r done While in this monstrous birth they only dy Whom we confess those live which we deny Mischiefs like fatal Constellations Appear unto the ignorant at once In glory and in hurt whil th' unseen part Of the great Cause may be perchance the Art Of th' Ill and hiding it which that I may Ev'n in his first original display And best example sure amongst Kings he Who first wanted succession to be A Tyrant was wise enough to have chose An honest man for King which should dispose Those beasts which being so tame yet otherwise As it seems could not heard And with advise Somewhat indifferent for both he might Yet have provided for their Childrens right If they grew wiser not his own that so They might repent yet under treason who Ne'r promis'd faith though now we cannot spare And not be worse Kings on those tearms they are No more than we could spare and have been sav'd Original sin So then those Priests that rav'd And propheci'd they did a kind of good They knew not of by whom the choice first stood Since then we may consider now as fit State-government and all the Arts of it That we may know them yet let us see how They were deriv'd done and are maintain'd now That Princes may by this yet understand Why we obey as well as they command State a proportion'd colour'd table is Nobility the master-piece in this Serves to shew distances while being put 'Twixt sight and vastness they seem higher but As they 're further off yet as those blew hills Which th' utmost border of a Region fills They are great and worse parts while in the steep Of this great Prospective they seem to keep Further absent from those below though this Exalted Spirit that 's sure a free Soul is A greater privilege than to be born At Venice although he seek not rule doth scorn Subjection but as he is flesh and so He is to dulness shame and many moe Such properties knows but the Painters Art All in the frame is equal that desert Is a more living thing and doth obey As he gives poor for God's sake though they And Kings ask it not so thinks Honours are Figures compos'd of lines irregular And happy-high knows no election Raiseth man to true Greatness but his own Mean while sugred Divines next place to this Tells us Humility and Patience is The way to Heaven and that we must there Look for our Kingdom that the great'st rule here Is for to rule our selves and that they might Say this the better they to no place have right B' inheritance while whom Ambition swayes Their office it to turn it other wayes Those yet whose harder minds Religion Cannot invade nor turn from thinking on A present greatness that Combin'd curse of Law Of officers and neighbours spite doth draw Within such whirlpools that till they be drown'd They n'er get out but only swim them round Thus brief since that the infinite of Ill Is neither easie told nor safe I will But only note how freeborn man subdu'd By his own choice that was at first indu'd With equal power over all doth now submit That infinite of Number Spirit Wit To some eight Monarchs then why wonder men Their rule of Horses The World as in the Ark of Noah rests Compos'd as then few Men and many Beasts Aug. 1668. At Merlow in France Satyra Secunda Of Travellers from Paris BEn Johnson Travel is a second birth Unto the Children of another earth Only as our King Richard was so they appear New born to another World with teeth and hair While got by English Parents carried in Some Womb of thirty tun and lightly twin They are delivered at Callis or at Diep And strangely stand go feed themselves nay keep Their own money streightwayes but that is all For none can understand them when they call For any thing No more then Badger That call'd the Queen Monsieur laid a wager With the King of his Dogs who understood Them all alike which Badger thought was good But that I may proceed since their birth is Only a kind of Metempsy hosis Such Knowledge as their memory could give They have for help what time these Souls do live In English Clothes a body which again They never rise unto but as you see When they come home like Children yet that be Of their own bringing up all they learn is Toyes and the Language but to attain this You must conceive they 'r cousen'd mock'd come To Fauxbourgs St Germans there take a Room Lightly about th' Ambassadors and where Having no Church they come Sundays to hear An invitation which they have most part If their outside but promise a desert To sit above the Secretaries place Although it be almost as rare a case To see English well cloth'd here as with you At London Indians But that your view May comprehend at once them gone for Bloys Or Orleans learn'd French now no more Boys But perfect Men at Paris putting on Some forc'd disguise or labour'd fashion To appear strange at home besides their stay Laugh and look on with me to see what they Are now become but that the poorer sort A subject not fit for my Muse nor sport May pass untouch'd let 's but consider what Elpus is now become once young handsom and that Was such a Wit as very well with four Of the six might have made one and no more Had he been at their Valentine and could Agree Tom Rus should use the stock who would Carefully in that ev'n as 't were his own Put out their jests briefly one that was grown Ripe to another taste than that wherein He is now seasoned and dry'd as in His face by this you see which would perplex A stranger to define his years or sex To which his wrinkles when he speaks doth give That Age his words should have while he doth strive As if such births had never come from brain To shew he 's not deliver'd without pain Nor without After-throws Sometimes as Grace Did overflow in circles o'r his face Ev'n to the brim which he thinks Sure If this posture do but so long endure That it be fix'd by Age he 'll look as like A speaking sign as our St. George to strike That where he is none but will hold their peace If th' have but th' least good manners or confess If he should speak he did presume too far In speaking then when
make them known as well as if reveal'd Such as contain the kind and difference And all the properties arising thence All praises else as more or less then due Will prove or strongly false or weakly true Having deliver'd now what praises are It rests that I should to the world declare Thy praises DVNN whom I so lov'd alive That with my witty Carew I should strive To celebrate the dead did I not need A language by it self which should exceed All those which are in use For while I take Those common words which men may even rake From Dunghil-wits I find them so defil'd Slubber'd and false as if they had exil'd Truth and propriety such as do tell So little other things they hardly spell Their proper meaning and therefore unfit To blazon forth thy merits or thy wit Nor will it serve that thou did'st so refine Matter with words that both did seem divine When thy breath utter'd them for thou b'ing gone They streight did follow thee Let therefore none Hope to find out an Idiom and sence Equal to thee and to thy Eminence Unless our Gracious King give words their bound Call in false titles which each where are found In Prose and Verse and as bad Coin and light Suppress them and their values till the right Take place and do appear and then in lieu Of those forg'd Attributes stamp some anew Which being currant and by all allow'd In Epitaphs and Tombs might be avow'd More then their Escocheons Mean while because Nor praise is yet confined to its Laws Nor rayling wants his proper dialect Let thy detraction thy late life detect And though they term all thy heat frowardness Thy solitude self-pride fasts niggardness And on this false supposal would inferr They teach not others right themselves who err Yet as men to the adverse part do ply Those crooked things which they would rectifie So would perchance to loose and wanton Man Such vice avail more then their vertues can The Brown Beauty 1. WHile the two contraries of Black and White In the Brown Phaie are so well unite That they no longer now seem opposite Who doubts but love hath this his colour chose Since he therein doth both th' extremes compose And as within their proper Centre close 2. Therefore as it presents not to the view That whitely raw and unconcocted hiew Which Beauty Northern Nations think the true So neither hath it that adust aspect The Moor and Indian so much affect That for it they all other do reject 3. Thus while the White well shadow'd doth appear And black doth through his lustre grow so clear That each in other equal part doth bear All in so rare proportion is combin'd That the fair temper which adorns her mind Is even to her outward form confin'd 4. Phaie your Sexes honour then so live That when the World shall with contention strive To whom they would a chief perfection give They might the controversie so decide As quitting all extreams on either side You more then any may be dignify'd An Ode upon a Question moved Whether Love should continue for ever HAving interr'd her Infant-birth The watry ground that late did mourn Was strew'd with flow'rs for the return Of the wish'd Bridegroom of the earth The well accorded Birds did sing Their hymns unto the pleasant time And in a sweet consorted chime Did welcom in the chearful Spring To which soft whistles of the Wind And warbling murmurs of a Brook And vari'd notes of leaves that shook An harmony of parts did bind While doubling joy unto each other All in so rare consent was shown No happiness that came alone Nor pleasure that was not another When with a love none can express That mutually happy pair Melander and Celinda fair The season with their loves did bless Walking thus towards a pleasant Grove Which did it seem'd in new delight The pleasures of the time unite To give a triumph to their love They stay'd at last and on the Grass Reposed so as o'r his breast She bow'd her gracious head to rest Such a weight as no burden was While over eithers compass'd waste Their folded arms were so compos'd As if in straitest bonds inclos'd They suffer'd for joys they did taste Long their fixt eyes to Heaven bent Unchanged they did never move As if so great and pure a love No Glass but it could represent When with a sweet though troubled look She first brake silence saying Dear friend O that our love might take no end Or never had beginning took I speak not this with a false heart Wherewith his hand she gently strain'd Or that would change a love maintain'd With so much love on either part Nay I protest though Death with his Worst Counsel should divide us here His terrors could not make me fear To come where your lov'd presence is Only if loves fire with the breath Of life be kindled I doubt With our last air 't will be breath'd out And quenched with the cold of death That if affection be a line Which is clos'd up in our last hour Oh how 't would grieve me any pow'r Could force so dear a love as mine She scarce had done when his shut eyes An inward joy did represent To hear Celinda thus intent To a love he so much did prize Then with a look it seem'd deny'd All earthly pow'r but hers yet so As if to her breath he did ow This borrow'd life he thus repli'd O you wherein they say Souls rest Till they descend pure heavenly fires Shall lustful and corrupt desires With your immortal seed be blest And shall our Love so far beyond That low and dying appetite And which so chast desires unite Not hold in an eternal bond Is it because we should decline And wholly from our thoughts exclude Objects that may the sense delude And study only the Divine No sure for if none can ascend Ev'n to the visible degree Of things created how should we The invisible comprehend Or rather since that Pow'r exprest His greatness in his works alone B'ing here best in 's Creatures known Why is he not lov'd in them best But is 't not true which you pretend That since our love and knowledge here Only as parts of life appear So they with it should take their end O no Belov'd I am most sure Those vertuous habits we acquire As being with the Soul intire Must with it evermore endure For if where sins and vice reside We find so foul a guilt remain As never dying in his stain Still punish'd in the Soul doth bide Much more that true and real joy Which in a vertuous love is found Must be more solid in its ground Then Fate or Death can e'r destroy Else should our Souls in vain elect And vainer yet were Heavens laws When to an everlasting Cause They gave a perishing Effect Nor here on earth then nor above Our good affection can impair For where God doth admit the fair Think you that