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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62661	Lycidus, or, The lover in fashion being an account from Lycidus to Lysander, of his voyage from the Island of Love : from the French / by the same author of The voyage to the Isle of Love ; together with a miscellany of new poems, by several hands.; Voyage de l'Isle d'amour. English	Tallemant, Paul, 1642-1712.; Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.	1688 (1688)	Wing T129; ESTC R10984	74,345	260

Green the Groves with Shades Lasting Flowrs the banks shall wear And Birds shall warble all the year Where the rustick swain do's ow Nothing to the Spade and Plow For their Harvest natures care Without toyle relieves 'em there And no differing seasons bring Changes to the constant Spring In the Morn she shall awake With the noyse the Shepherds make Cheering with the Ecchoing sounds Of their Horns the eager Hounds Nymphs as well as Shepherds too In these Groves the chase persue While at their backs their flowing hair Loosely wantons in the Air Guilded Quivers on their thighs With Darts less fatal than their Eyes Each the others sloth do's blame While they seek the Hart for game Who poor Fool his Feet employs And thr'ow Woods and dales he flys Over plains and Rivers bounds And out-flies the Winds and Hounds When perhaps some Nymph whose Eyes Makes both men and Beast her Prize Swifter than Camilla's pace Soon o'retakes the winged race And with one bright Glance she wounds And his fancy'd hope confounds Who reflecting his faint Eyes On her Face with pleasure dy's When the sports are done they rest Underneath some shade and feast On sweet Beds of Violets crown'd With sweet Roses on the ground Where they Garlands weave and Poses Of Green Mirtle Pinks and Roses For which grace the ravisht Swains Pay soft kisses for their Pains Thus they Dally till the Light Falls behind the Scene of Night A PASTORAL On the Marriage of the right Honourable the Earle of Ossery to the Lady Mary Somerset In a Dialogue between Damon and Menalcas written by Mr. Edmond Arwaker M. A. Damon WHat mighty Joy affects Menalca's breast Who 's Extasie is in his face exprest Sure his Laurinda now to smile begins Or his full Ews increase his Flocks with twins Men. Laurinda's frowns or smiles are now despis'd Far less her favors than this bliss are pris'd And all my Ews henceforth may barren be 'T is wealth enough this happy day to see Dam. What has this day produc'd to make it blest Men. Joy too transporting to be well exprest Joys which to Damon should not be unknown Since they concern the lovely Celladon Dam. The lovely Celladon ah courteous swain Repeat and bless me with that name again Say what new Triumph what deserv'd success Do the large volume of his fame encrease Has he at wrastling purchas 't more Renown Or won some other Race and weares the Crown Men. He has and justly won a Nobler Prize The Dazling Joy of all beholders Eyes For what can Heav'n inlarge to him beside Now the admir'd Clorinda is his bride Dam. Clorinda his then for this happy day A sacrifice of six choyce Lambs I 'le pay That Ewe with twins shall recompence thy news Or cull my Flocks and what thou fancyest chuse I 'm so o're joy'd that should'st thou take 'em all I still shall think it a reward too small Men. The Gods do merit sacrifice 't is true But the bright pair deserve an offering too To them we 'll now an humble Tribute bring Clorinda you I Celladon will sing Dam. 'T is well propos'd and now the Song begin Men. Then rouse my Muse and let thy subject be Gay soft and fair yet lofty too as he To Celladon thy verse is justly due Thou learn'd thy Art whence his first Honours grew From his great Ancestors magnificence And ow'st thy growth to that blest influence Then what that gave thou must return again And to his service consecrate thy pen. Young Celladon the glory of our Plains Joy of the Nymphs and envy of the Swains Whose charming voyce each melting passion moves As gentle Zephyrs bend the yeilding Groves To him the Nymphs their easy hearts resign For him despairing Shepherdesses pine Serene his face as a rejoycing sky And Glorious as a rising Sun his Eye Dam. Sweet as a blooming Spring Clorinda's face More sooth and clear than her own chrystal Glass For her with folded Armes and heads hung low The hopeless Shepherds vent their restless woe While o're the Plains their flocks neglected stray As in loves maze themselves have lost the way But she do's all for Celladon despise And at his heart alone the noblest Prize She darts the poynted Glories of her Eyes Men. The God of Love had not another Dart Able to peirce the wondrous Shepherds heart Had he alone attack't th' Heroick Swain The mighty Conqueror had been captive ta'ne For Calladon inur'd to wars Alarms And thô all peaceful takes delight in Arms Best pleas'd when most expos'd with noble heat He danger seeks and dares the hand of Fate Once he persu'd it to a foreign shore Where his great Fathers name was fear'd before But all the damage by that terror done Has ample reparation from the Son The favor they from his Access receiv'd Aton'd for routed Troops and Towns releiv'd Not only glory did engage his Sword Duty unsheath'd it too to serve his Lord. When bold Rebellion did the Throne invade With broken faith and fortune for ' its aid With early zeal the Shepherd did appear His valor now had found ' its proper sphear Call'd to the Battle by these loud Alarms He broke away even from Clorindas Armes Death in the Royal cause had more than Beauty charms Dam. He left Clorinda's Armes but not her heart There he was still nor thence cou'd ever part That to the bloody field marcht bravely out And there with pious prayers and wishes fought While she at home was never free from fear For the rich venture she had trusted there Yet hop't him safe in her great Fathers care Nor could she justly any danger dread For him who fought along with Diomed Eternal Laurels Crown that happy name The dear the sweet the noble theme of fame To all his proofes of Loyalty before The glorious Hero still is adding more Firme to his Prince and faithful to his trust And daring to be hazardously just Profuse of Life in his great Masters cause And better pleas'd with service than applause Some happy Muse worthy a Theme so great In lofty strains thy same shall celebrate Whose noble blood which no corruption stains Gives the rich Tincture to Clorinda's veines Men. While Diomede with Armes protects the Throne Nestor with Councel do's support the Crown Nestor no less couragious still than wise And able once to act as to advise Nestor the partner of his Master's fate Did all his injuries participate When usurpation banisht him the Throne Nestor indur'd not he shou'd go alone His Kingdom lost and loyal subjects few Himself a King in Nestors heart he knew The Monarchy for which he was design'd Was there preserv'd as thither 't was confin'd Nor were his limits scant for his large soul Has ' its unbounded sphear above the pole One subject of such vast Magnificence Might make at any time a Glorious Prince But time sits heavy on his shoulders now And his declining head begins to

Fountains sleep The day 's bright Empire to the night resign And water freez beneath the burning Line These contradictions sooner shall be found Than Gloriana's Beauty fail to wound Allow fair charmer that as you have said My heart were of the toughest Temper made What privilege can thence to me befal 'Gainst those prevailing powers that conquer all If feebler charmes the force of Love can shew Then how much deeper must his Arrows goe When Gloriana's Eye-brow is the Bow. Sent with Ovids Epistles to a fair Lady AIuster Present sure was never made Than these Epistles to your hand convey'd For there the Loves of Ladys most appear These cuplets only Strephons Passion bear A Passion true as theirs more full of heart And brings in substance what it wants in Art. But if in slighted Flames they ever burn'd Their wrongs upon our sex are now return'd For never they their Lovers did persue With half that Passion that I sigh for you Of Love the only Picture there you see But have the true Original in me Your Justice therefore must this truth approve They better write of Love I better Love. Sent with a Basket of Fruit THe Streets with flowry Garlands we shou'd croun To welcom fair Astrea to the Town Officious Cupids at her feet shou'd lay The fairest Treasures of the Blooming May But now we seek the Summers store in vain For these Autumnal Fruits alone remain Which mourning Loves shou'd to Astrea bear As Legacies of the departed year But when the little Messengers shall spye The Charming Nymph transported they will cry No more my Mates your Winter Presents bring For we have found the Goddess of the Spring Love cannot be indifferent INdifference in Love it cannot be 'T is contradiction to the last degree Cool temp'rate Passion is an empty name And greater nonsence than a freezing flame Hope fear and joy may with degrees dispense These Passions but by halves affect our sense But when we love 't is still with violence And that dull Shepherd who this truth denies Sure never must have seen Astrea's eyes Half Beauties may perhaps half Passions move But She still wounds with all the force of Love Yet whilst such rigorous flames she does inspire Preserves herself Unmov'd by any fire Who gaze upon her Charms are sure to burn And are as certain to have no return Yet ne're repent them of their destiny But count it greater Bliss for her to dye Than in the Armes of other Beauties lye To Astrea On her absence during which I cou'd not write IF e're I had a sparke o' the Poets flame From fair Astrea's quickning Beams it came And since the meanest Writer will aspire To call his faculty a sacred fire Why may not I presume that mine is so That from a cause so excellent did grow But it s not strange since it was born so high That like an earthly vapour it shou'd dye No no Astrea t is my greatest Pride That in appearance for a while it dy'd This seeming weakness proves its birth was true And that the noble flame was caus'd by you 'T was in your absence that my Muse lay dead But at the sight of you lifts up its head She wakes Astrea's Graces to rehearse And pay the tribute of a thankful verse So the Springs Bird the Swallow's seen no more When Winters stormy Blasts begin to roar But with the Springs return she sings again And takes her nimble flight o're ev'ry Plain Yet tho the Poets fire grew cold my breast Retain'd one flame that cou'd not be supprest A flame that like the other did arise And first was kindled by Astrea's Ey 's But This no Absence can destroy 't will burn Thô with despair opprest and sure of no Return To the most accomplisht Heroick and incomparable the Lady Antonia Madam YOur charming sex t is true can only claim By native right th' exalted Poets flame But nature has so frugally to most Dispens'd her gifts that few perfection boast Beauty for one she thinks a Portion fit Where Beauty failes she makes amends with wit. But where her niggard hand does neither grant A generous soul supplys the double want On all the rest her favours singly fall Antonia only has engrost them all Thus when my Muse wou'd shew herself with Grace I bid her Copy from Antonia's face And when with wit she wou'd my verse inspire Take from your Eyes the brisk enlivening fire Or if she wou'd present an Empress part Than to consult Antonia's generous heart Oh! had Apelles when he Venus drew And robb'd the Sex to make his Picture true Had the great Artist once Antonia seen Once view'd her Beauty and Heroick Meen The whole sex to his Aid he need not call To glean the several charmes For in your Person he had found them all Sent with Cowleys workes to Astrea THe Gentle Cowley in a mournful strain Once of Injurious fortune did complain But thought not then that our obliging times Wou'd recompence his unrewarded Rhimes For now presented at Astrea's feet His noble Muse her full reward does meet The Mistress whose bright charmes such fame did gain Was but a fair creation of his Brain And nature griev'd to see the Art of thought Exceed the finest Pieces she had wrought Resolv'd to try the best her Power cou'd do Expressing all his fancy'd charmes in you Since then in you those reall beauties live That to those Poems such applause cou'd give No wonder that I feel a flame for you Beyond what Cowley e're describ'd or knew Think therefore when his tender lines you see Your self the Mistress and the Lover me To my Heart WHat ail'st thou oh thou trembling thing To Pant and Languish in my Breast Like Birds that fain wou'd try the callow wing And leave the Downy nest Why hast thou fill'd thyself with thought Strange new fantastick as the Air Why to thy Peaceful Empire hast thou brought That restless Tyrant Care But oh alas I ask in vain Thou answer'st nothing back again But in soft sighs Amintor's name Oh thou betrayer of my liberty Thou fond deceiver what 's the youth to thee What has he done what has he said That thus has conquer'd or betray'd He came and saw but 't was by such a light As scarce distinguisht day from night Such as in thick-grown shades is found When here and there a peircing Beam Scatters faint spangl'd Sun-shine on the ground And casts about a melancholy gleam But so obscure I cou'd not see The charming Eyes that wounded thee But they like gems by their own light Betray'd their value through the gloom of Night I felt thee heave at every look And stop my Language as I spoke I felt thy Blood fly upward to my Face While thou unguarded lay Yeilding to every word to every Grace Fond to be made a prey I left thee watching in my Eyes And listning in my Eare. Discovering weakness in thy sighs Uneasy with thy fear Suffering Imagination to

that a Muse can pay To thy unlabour'd Song o' th' Coronation day The subject was Divine we all confess Nor was that flame thy mighty fancy less That cloth'd thy thought in such a pleasing dress As did at once a Masculine wit express And all the softness of a Femal tenderness No more shall men their fancy'd Empire hold Since thou Astrea form'd of siner mould By nature temper'd more with humid cold Doth man excel Not in soft strokes alone but even in the bold And as thy purer Blood Thrô more transparent vessels is convey'd Thy spirits more fine and subtil do thy brain invade And nimbler come uncall'd unto thy aide So the gay thought Which thy still flowing fancy does inspire New uncontroul'd and warm as young desire Have more of kindling heat and fiercer fire Not to be reach't or prays'd unless by such As the same happy temperament possess Since none with equal numbers can reward thy Lays May the just Monarch which you praise Daine to acknowledg this Not with a short applause of crackling Bays But a return that may revive thy days And thy well-meaning grateful loyal Muse Cherisht by that blest theam its zeale did chuse Maist thou be blest with such a sweet retreat That with contempt thou maist behold the great Such as the mighty Cowlys well-known seat Whose lofty Elms I wou'd have all thy own And in the mid'st a spacious shady Throne Rais'd on a Mount that shou'd Parnassus be And every Muse included all in thee On whose coole top alone thou shoud'st dispense The Laws of Wit Love Loyalty and Sense The new Arcadia shou'd the Grove be nam'd And for the guift our grateful Monarch fam'd Amidst the shade I 'd wish a well built House Like Sidneys Noble Kalendar shou'd stand Raising its head and all the rest command It s out-side gay its inside clean and neat With all of lifes conveniencies replete Where all the Elements at once conspire To give what mans necessities require Rich soyle pure Aire streams coole and useful fire The fertil spot with pleasure shou'd abound And with Elizium-Spring be ever crown'd When thou thy mind unbend'st from thoughtful hours Then shou'dst thou be refresht with Fruits and Flowrs The Gods and Nymphs of Woods and Springs Shall Dance in Antique Rural Rings While scaly Trytons and grim Satyrs play Such Tunes as Birds compose to welcome day Till the glad noyse to distant shores resound And flying Birds joyn in th' Harmonious sound Which listning Echo's catch at the rebound Here without toyle or pining want perplext Thy Body easy and thy mind at rest With all Life 's valu'd pleasures blest Thy largest wishes still thou shoud'st enjoy Inviron'd with delights that ne're can cloy Accept thou much lov'd Sappho of our Isle This hearty wish and grace it with a smile When thou shalt know that thy Harmonious Lire Did me the meanest of thy sex inspire And that thy own unimitable lays Are cause alone that I attempt thy praise Which in unequal measure I rehearse Because unskill'd in numbers Grace or Verse Great Pindars flights are fit alone for thee The witty Horace's Iambicks be Like Virgils lofty strains alas too hard for me And if enough this do not plead excuse Pity the failings of a Virgin Muse. That never in this kind before essai'd Her Muse till now was like her self a Maid Whose Blooming labours thus she dedicates to you A Tribute justly to your merits due At least her part of gratitude to pay For that best Song o' th' Coronation day How bad wou'd the Ill-natur'd World requite Thy noble labours if they do not write Who have perhaps been happy in this kind To own thou 'st now out-done all that they e're design'd Sure none with malice e're was so accurst This to deny but will with envy burst Since even thy own more envious sex agree The glorious theam had right alone from thee The femal Writers thou haft all excell'd Since the first mother of mankind rebell'd To Mr. Wolseley on his Preface to Valentinian By a Lady of Quality TO you the generous task belongs alone To clear the injur'd and instruct the Town Where but in you is found a mind so brave To stretch the bounds of Love beyond the grave Anger may last but friendships quickly dy For anxious thoughts are longer-liv'd than joy Yet those whom active fancies have misled So far as to assault the mighty dead Now taught by your reproofes a noble shame Will strive by surer ways to raise their fame But from our sex what praise do you deserve We by your help may all our rights preserve While others rob the Deities they serve For never sacriledge cou'd greater be Than to steal Honour from a Deitie Such are the paths to fame in which you tread You bafle envy while you nobly aide The helpless living and more helpless dead Mr. Wolsely's Answer to the forgoing Copy WHile soaring high above Orinda's flights Equal to Sappho fam'd Vrania writes And feareless of an Host of byast men In my defence draws her all-conquering pen. While forcing every caviller to submit Her approbation stamps my question'd wit. And a new way by all the Nine inspir'd Commending mine she makes her own admir'd While that kind Balme's restoring virtue cures The Criticks bite and lasting life assures Delight extream rewarding all my pain Spirits my genius and improves my vein A useful pride the unhop'd Honour brings Like that which from a sense of virtue springs While thrô her Sexes finer mould she pours Thoughts of the substance and the strength of ours And in her draughts grac'd with a sweeter Air The Poet borrows softness from the fair While with a wit that does the Age surprise Just as her heart and powerful as her Eyes My Panegyrick's fame she do's intend Her easyer turn instructs me how to mend Her still-fresh flights inriching every Theam Flow equal like a smooth untroubl'd stream Whose cheerful current without tides is strong And thrô green Meadows purling glides along How rare is praise in fitting words exprest With judgment heighten'd and with skill addrest Those who deserve it most can give it best How flat and tastless is a fool's applause Whose want of knowledge do's his wonder cause More fulsom is the fawning of a knave Whose narrow mind his little ends enslave Whose Pen for ever fear and int'rest guide Whom each his stage which like contemning Pride All wealthy fops and prosperous villains ride Who can to none but fortune faithful be False to desert and Prostitute as she But just Vrania truth and virtues friend Quick to discern and sparing to commend Whom in-born worth above mean aimes does raise Can no more give than need such hackney Bays Her mind to Earth wits rightful Soveraign came By Heaven instructed to distribute fame What Stoick soul has temper to refuse Th' uncommon favors of so chast a Muse While her soft strain in which no toyl appears With divine Musick bribes