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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17961	Poems By Thomas Carevv Esquire. One of the gentlemen of the Privie-Chamber, and Sewer in Ordinary to His Majesty.	Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639?; Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639? Cœlum Britannicum.; Jones, Inigo, 1573-1652.	1640 (1640)	STC 4620; ESTC S107383	70,156	270

Sentinell Doth the invading Foe repell And Jealousie thus mixt doth prove The season and the ●…lt of love But when Feare takes a larger scope Stifling the child of Reason Hope Then sitting on th' usurped throne She like a Tyrant rules alone As the wild Ocean unconfin'de And raging as the Northern-minde 2. Feminine Honour IN what esteeme did the Gods hold Faire Innocence and the chaste bed When scandall'd vertue might be bold Bare-foot upon sharpe Cultures spread O're burning coles to march yet feele Nor scor●…ing fire nor piercing sleele Why when the hard edg'd Iron did turne Soft as a bed of Roses blowne When cruell flames forgot to burne Their chaste pure limbes should man alone 'Gainst female Innocence conspire Harder then steele fiercer then fire Oh haplesse sex Vnequall sway Of partiall Honour Who may know Rebels from subjects that obey When malice oan on vestal●… throw Disgrace and Fame fixe high repute On the close shamelesse Prostitute Vaine Honour thou art but disguise A cheating voyce a jugling art No judge of vertue whose pure eyes Court her owne Image in the heart More pleas'd with her true figure there Then her false Eccho in the eare 3. Separation of Lovers STop the chased Bore or play With the Lyons paw yet feare From the Lovers side to teare Th'I doll of his soule away Though Love enter by the sight To the heart it doth not flye From the mind when from the eye The faire objects take their flight But since want provokes desire When we lose what wee before Have enjoy'd as we want more So is Love more se●… on fire Love doth with an hungrie eye Glut on Beautie and you may Safer snatch the Tygers prey Then his vitall food deny Yet though absence for a space Sharpen the keene Appetite Long continuance doth quit All Loves characters efface For the sense not fed denies Nourishment unto the minde Which with expectation pinde Love of a consumption dyes 4. Incommunicabilitie of Love QVest. By what power was Love confinde To one object who can binde Or fixe a limit to the free-borne minde An. Nature for as bodyes may Move at once but in one way So nor can mindes to more then one love stray Reply Yet I feele a double smart Loves twinn'd-flame his forked dart An. Then hath wilde lust not love possest thy hear Qu. Whence springs love An. From beauty Qu. Why Should th' effect not multiply As fast i'th'heart as death the cause i'th'eye An. When two Beauties equall are Sense preferring neither fayre Desire stands still distracted 'twixt the paire So in equall distance lay Two fayre Lambes in the Wolfe's way The hungry beast will sterve e're chuse his prey But where one is chiefe the rest Cease and that 's alone possest Without a Rivall Monarch of the breast Songs in the Play A Lover in the disguise of an Amazon is dearly beloved of his Mistresse CEase thou afflicted soule to mourne Whose love and faith are paid with scorne For I am starv'd that feele the blisses Of deare embraces smiles and kisses From my soules Jdoll yet complaine Of equall love more then disdaine Cease Beauties exile to lament The frozen shades of banishment For I in that faire bosome dwell That is my Paradise and Hell Banisht at home at once at ease In the safe Port and tost on Seas Cease in cold jealous seares to pine Sad wretch whom Rivals undermine For though I hold lockt in mine armes My lifes sole joy a Traytors charmes Prevaile whilst I may onely blame My selfe that myne owne Rivall am Another A Lady rescued from death by a Knight who in the instant leaves her complaines thus OH whither is my fayre Sun fled Bearing his light not heat away If thou repose in the moyst bed Of the Sea-Queene bring backe the day To our darke clime and thou shalt lye Bath'd in the sea flowes from mine eye Upon what whirlewind didst thou ride Hence yet remaine sixt in my heart From me and to me fled and ty'de Darke riddles of the amorous art Love lent thee wings to flye so Hee Vnfeather'd now must rest with mee Helpe helpe brave Youth I burne I bleed The cruell God with Bow and Brand Pursues the life thy valour freed Disarme him with thy conquering hand And that thou mayest the wilde boy tame Give me his dart keepe Thou his flame TO BEN. IOHNSON Vpon occasion of his Ode of defiance annext to his Play of the new Inne T Is true deare Ben thy just chastizing hand Hath fixt upon the sotted Age a brand To their swolne pride and empty scribbling due It can nor judge nor write and yet 't is true Thy commique Muse from the exalted line Toucht by thy Alchymist doth since decline From that her Zenith and foretells a red And blushing evening when she goes to bed Yet such as shall out-shine the glimmering light With which all stars shall guild the following night Nor thinke it much since all thy Eaglets may Endure the Sunnie tryall if we say This hath the stronger wing or that doth shine Trickt up in fairer plumes since all are thine Who hath his flock of cackling Geese compar'd With thy tun'd quire of Swans or else who dar'd To call thy births deformed but if thou bind By Citie-custome or by Gavell-kind In equall shares thy love on all thy race We may distinguish of their sexe and place Though one hand form them though one brain strike Soules into all they are not all alike Why should the follies then of this dull age Draw from thy Pen such an immodest rage As seemes to blast thy else-immortall Bayes When thine owne tongue proclaimes thy ytch of praise Such thirst will argue drouth No let be hurld Vpon thy workes by the detracting world What malice can suggest let the Rowre say The running sands that ere thou make a play Count the slow minutes might a Goodwin frame To swallow when th' hast done thy ship-wrackt name Let them the deare expence of oyle upbraid Suckt by thy watchfull Lampe that hath betray'd To thest the blood of martyr'd Authors spilt Into thy inke whilst thou growest pale with guilt Repine not at the Tapers thristie waste That sleekes thy terser Poems nor is haste Prayse but excuse and if thou overcome A knottie writer bring the bootie home Nor thinke it thest if the rich spoyles so torne From conguered Authors be as Trophies worne Let others glut on the extorted praise Of vulgar breath trust thou to after dayes Thy labour'd workes shall live when Time devoures Th' abortive off spring of their hastie houres Thou art not of their ranke the quarrell lyes Within thine owne Virge then let this suffice The wiser world doth greater Thee confesse Then all men else then Thy selfe onely lesse An Hymeneall Dialogue Bride and Groome GRoome Tell me my love since Hymen ty'de The holy knot hast thou not felt A new infused spirit slide Into thy brest whilst thine did melt Bride First tell me

cordiall When first it joyn'd her Virgin snow to thinè Which when to day the Priest shall recombine From the misterious holy touch such charmes Will flow as shall unlock her wreathed armes And open a free passage to that fruit Which thou hast toyl'd for with a long pursuie But ere thou feed that thou may'st better taste Thy present joyes thinke on thy torments past Thinke on the mercy freed thee thinke upon Her vertues graces beauties one by one So shalt thou relish all enjoy the whole Delights of her faire body and pure soule Then boldly to the fight of Love proceed 'T is mercy not to pitty though she bleed Wee 'le strew no nuts but change that ancient forme For till to morrow wee 'le prorogue this storme Which shall confound with its loude whistling noyse Her pleasing shreekes and fan thy panting joyes For a Picture where a Queen Laments over the Tombe of a slaine Knight BRave Youth to whom Fate in one hower Grave death and Conquest by whose power Those chaines about my heart are wound With which the Foe my Kingdome bound Freed and captiv'd by thee I bring For either Act an offering For victory this wreathe of Bay In signe of Thraldome downe I lay Scepter and Crowne Take from my sight Those Royall Robes since fortunes spight Forbids me live thy Vertues prize I 'le dye thy Valours sacrifice To a Lady that desired I would love her 1. NOw you have freely given me leave to love What will you doe Shall I your mirth or pastime move When I begin 'to wooe Will you torment or scorne or love me too 2. Each pettie beautie can disdaine and I Spight of your hate Without your leave can see and dye Dispence a nobler Fate 'T is easie to destroy you may create 3. Then give me leave to love and love me too Not with designe To rayse as Loves curst Rebells doe When puling Poets whine Fame to their beautie from their blubbt'd eyne 4. Griefe is a puddle and reflects not cleare Your beauties rayes Joyes are pure streames your eyes appeare Sullen in sadder layes In chearfull numbers they shine bright with prayse 5. Which shall not mention to expresse you fayre Wounds flames and darts Stormes in your brow nets in your haire Suborning all your parts Or to betray or torture captive hearts 6. I 'le make your eyes like morning Suns appeare As milde and faire Your brow as Crystall smooth and cleare And your dishevell'd hayre Shall flow like a calme Region of the Ayre 7. Rich Natures store which is the Poets Treasure I 'le spend to dresse Your beauties if your mine of Pleasure In equall thankfulnesse You but unlocke so we each otherblesse Upon my Lord Chiefe Iustice his election of my Lady A. W. for his Mistresse 1. HEare this and tremble all Vsurping Beauties that create A government Tyrannicall In Loves free state Justice hath to the sword of your edg'd eyes His equall ballance joyn'd his sage head lyes In Loves soft lap which must be just and wise 2. Harke how the sterne Law breathes Forth amorous sighs and now prepares No fetters but of silken wreathes And braded hayres His dreadfull Rods and Axes are exil'd Whilst he sits crown'd with Roses Love hath fil'de His native roughnesse Justice is growne milde 3. The golden Age returnes Loves bowe and quiver uselesse lye His shaft his brand nor wounds nor burnes And crueltie Is sunke to Hell the fayre shall all be kind Who loves shall be belov'd the froward mind To a deformed shape shall be confin'd 4. Astraea hath possest An earthly seate and now remaines In Finthes heart but Wentworths brest That Guest containes With her she dwells yet hath not left the skies Nor lost her Spheare for new-enthron'd she cryes I know no Heaven but fayre Wentworths eyes To A. D. unreasonable distrustfull of her owne beauty FAyre Doris breake thy Glasse it hath perplext With a darke Comment beauties clearest Text It hath not told thy faces story true But brought false Copies to thy jealous view No colour feature lovely ayre or grace That ever yet adorn'd a beauteous face But thou maist reade in thine or justly doubt Thy Glasse hath beene suborn'd to leave it out But if it offer to thy nice survey A spot a staine a blemish or decay It not belongs to thee the treacherous light Or faithlesse stone abuse thy credulous sight Perhaps the magique of thy face hath wrought Vpon th' enchanted Crystall and so brought Fantasticke shadowes to delude thine eyes With ayrie repercussive sorceries Or else th' enamoured Image pines away For love of the fayre Object and so may Waxe pale and wan and though the substance grow Lively and fresh that may consume with woe Give then no faith to the false specular stone But let thy beauties by th' effects be knowne Looke sweetest Doris on my love-sick heart In that true mirrour see how fayre thou art There by Loves never-erring Pensill drawne Shalt thou behold thy face like th' early dawne Shoot through the shadie covert of thy hayre Enameling and perfuming the calme Ayre With Pearles and Roses till thy Suns display Their lids and let out the imprison'd day Whilst Delfique Priests enlightned by their Theame In amorous numbers count thy golden beame And from Loves Altars cloudes of sighes arise In smoaking Incence to adore thine eyes If then Love flow from Beautie as th' effect How canst thou the resistlesse cause suspect Who would not brand that Foole that should conten●… There were no fire where smoke and flames ascend Distrust is worse then scorne not to beleeve My harmes is greater wrong then not to grieve What cure can sor my festring sore be found Whilst thou beleev'st thy beautie cannot wound Such humble thoughts more cruell Tyrants prove Then all the pride that e're usurp'd in Love For Beauties Herald here denounceth war There her false spies betray me to a snare If fire disguis'd in balls of snow were hurl'd It unsuspected might consume the world Where our prevention ends danger begins So Wolves in Sheepes Lyons in Asses skins Might farre more mischiefe worke because lesse fear'd Those the whole flock these might kill all the herd Appeare then as thou art break through this cloude Confesse thy beauty though thou thence grow proud Be faire though scornfull rather let me find Thee cruell then thus mild and more unkind Thy crueltie doth only me defie But these dull thoughts thee to thy selfe denie Whether thou meane to bartar or bestow Thy selfe 't is fit thou thine owne valew know I will not cheate thee of thy selfe nor pay Lesse for thee then th' art worth thou shalt not say That is but brittle glasse which I have sound By strict enquirie a firme Diamond I 'le trade with no such Indian foole as sells Gold Pearles and pretious stones for Beads and Beils Nor will I take a present from your hand Which you or prize not or not understand It not endeares your bountie that

Iudges here alleag'd By the dismist Pretenders all concurre To strengthen my just title to the Spheare Honour or Wealth or the contempt of both Have in themselves no simple reall good But as they are the meanes to purchase pleasure The paths that lead to my delicious Palace They for my sake I for mine owne am priz'd Beyond me nothing is I am the Goale The Iourneyes end to which the sweating world And wearied Nature travels For this the best And wisest sect of all Philosophers Made me the seat of supreme happinesse And though some more austere upon my ruines Did to the prejudice of Nature raise Some petty low-built vertues 't was because They wanted wings to reach my soaring pitch Had they beene Princes borne themselves had prov'd Of all mankind the most luxurious For those delights which to their low condition Were obvious they with greedy appetite Suck'd and devour'd from offices of State From cares of family children wife hopes feares Retir'd the churlish 〈◊〉 in his Tub Enjoy'd those pleasures which his tongue defam'd Nor am I rank'd 'mongst the supersluous goods My necessary offices preserve Each single man and propogate the kind Then am I universall as the light Or common Ayre we breath and since I am The generall desire of all mankind Civill Felicity must reside in me Tell me what rate my choycest pleasures beate When for the short delight of a poore draught Of cheape cold water great Lysimachus Rendred himselfe slave to the Scythians Should I the curious structure of my seats The art and beauty of my seuerall objects Rehearse at large your bounties would reserve For every sense a proper cons●…ellation But I present their Persons to your eyes Come forth my subtle Organs of delight With changing figures please the curiouss eye And charme the care with moving Harmony They dance the seventh Antimasque of the five senses Merc Bewitching Syren guilded 〈◊〉 Thou hast with cunning artifice display'd Th' enamel'd outside and the honied verge Of the sai●…e cup where deadly poyson lurks Within a thousand sorrowes dance the round And like a shell Paine circles thee without Griefe is the shadow waiting on thy steps Which as thy joyes ' ginne tow'rds their West decline Doth to a Gyants spreading sorme extend Thy Dwarfish stature Thou thy selse art Paine Greedy intense Desire and the keene edge Of thy fierce Appetite oft strangles thee And cuts thy slender thread but still the terrour And apprehension of thy hasty end Mingles with Gall thy most refined sweets Yet thy Cyrc●…an charmes transforme the world Captaines that have resisted warre and death Nations that over Fortune have triumph'd Are by thy Magicke made effeminate Empires that knew no limits but the Poles Have in thy wanton lap melted away Thou wert the Author of the first excesse That drew this reformation on the gods have Canst thou then dreame those Powers that from heaven Banish'd th' effect will there enthrone th' cause To thy voluptuous Denne fly Witch from hence There dwell for ever drown'd in brutish sense Mom. I concurre and am growne so weary of these tedious pleadings as I 'le packe up too and be gone Besides I see a crowd of other suitors pressing hither I 'le stop 'em take their petitions and preferre 'em above and as I came in bluntly without knocking and no body bid me welcome so I 'le depart as abruptly without taking leave and bid no body fare-well Merc. These with forc'd reasons and strain'd arguments Vrge vaine presences whilst your Actions plead And with a silent importunity Awake the drousie Iustice of the gods To crowne your deeds with immortality The growing Titles of your Ancestors These Nations glorious Acts joyn'd to the stocke Of your owne Royall vertues and the cleare Reflexe they take from th' imitation Of your fam'd Court make Honours storie full And have to that secure fix'd state advanc'd Both you and them to which the labouring world Wading through streames of blood sweats to aspire Those ancient Worthies of these famous Isles That long have slept in fresh and lively shapes Shall strait appeare where you shall see your selfe Circled with moderne Heroes who shall be In Act what ever elder times can boast Noble or Great as they in Prophesie Were all but what you are Then shall you see The sacred hand of bright Eternity Mould you to Stars and fix you in the Spheare To you your Royall halfe to them shee 'll joyne Such of this traine as with industrious steps In the faire prints your vertuous feet have made Though with unequall paces follow you This is decreed by Iove which my returne Shall see perform'd but first be hold the rude And old Abiders here and in them view The point from which your full perfections grew You naked ancient wild Inhabitants That breath'd this Ayre and prest this flowery Earth Come from those shades where dwels eternall night And see what wonders Time hath brought to light Atlas and the Spheare vanisheth and a new Scaene appeares of mountaines whose eminent height exceed the Clouds which past beneath them the lower parts were wild and woody out of this place comes forth a more grave Antimasque of Picts the naturall Inhabitants of this Isle ancient Scots and Irish these dance a Perica or Martiall dance When this Antimasque was past there began to arise out of the earth the top of a hill which by little and little grew to bee a huge mountaine that covered all the Scaene the under part of this was wild and craggy and above somewhat more pleasant and flourishing about the middle part of this Mountaine were seated the three kingdomes of England Scotland and Ireland all richly attired in regall habits appropriated to the severall Nations with Crownes on their heads and each of them bearing the ancient Armes of the kingdomes there presented At a distance above these sate a young man in a white embroydered robe upon his faire haire an Olive Garland with wings at his shoulders and holding in his hand a Cornucopia fill'd with corne and fruits representing the Genius of these kingdomes The first Song GENIVS RAise from these rockie cliffs your heads Brave Sonnes and see where Glory spreads Her glittering wings where Majesty Crown'd with sweet smiles shoots from her eye Diffusive joy where Good and Faire Vnited sit in Honours Chayre C●…ll forth your aged Priests and chrystall streames To warme their hearts and waves in these bright beames KINGDOMES From your consecrated woods Holy Druids 2. Silver stoods From your channels fring'd with slowers Hither move forsake your bowers S●…rew'd with hallowed Oaken leaves Deck'd with slags and siedgie ●…eaves And behold a wonder 3. S●…y What doe your dul●…r eyes survay CHORVS of DR VIDS and RIVERS We see at once in dead of night A Sunne appeare and yet a bright Noone-day springing from Starre-light GENIVS Looke up and see the darkened Spheare Depriv'd of light her eyes shine there CHORVS These are more sparkling then those