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A29976	Chorus poetarum, or, Poems on several occasions by the Duke of Buckingham, the late Lord Rochester, Sir John Denham, Sir Geo. Etheridge, Andrew Marvel, Esq., the famous Spencer, Madam Behn, and several other eminent poets of this age.	Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687.	1694 (1694)	Wing B5309; ESTC R3195	38,769	192

all their Motions countermand While Rebels sink by their own weight o'er-born And God and Charles above their headlong Counsels scorn Amen L. M. On a Gentleman who had been a great Penitent An EPIGRAM THE Sun still sets and leaves the Earth to Night Still sets in Waves that it may rise more bright The same advantage your great Penance shares You rise a Phoebus from a Sea of Tears To his MISTRESS By Sir John Denham GO Love-born Accents of my dying Heart Steal into hers and sweetly there impart The boundless Love with which my Soul does swell And all my Sighs there in soft Echoes tell But if her Heart does yet repugnant prove To all the Blessings that attend my Love Tell her the Flames that animate my Soul The pure and bright as those Prometheus stole From Heav'n tho' not like his by theft they come But a free Gift by the eternal Doom How partial cruel Fair one are your Laws To reward th' Effect yet condemn the Cause Condemn my Love and yet commend my Lays That merits Love more than these Merits priase Yet I to you my Love and Verse submit Without your Smile that Hope and these want Wit For as some hold no colours are in deed But from Reflection of the Light proceed So as you shine my Verse and I must live You can Salvation and Damnation give SONG By Th. Ch. Esq I. AS I beheld the bright Corinna's Eyes The sturdy Spright of Love began to rise Ah! me said I fair Nymph what is' t you do You 've rais'd the Devil but will you lay him too Save me oh save me by your powerful Charms And take me to the Circle of your Arms. II. Fear not said she this is a harmless Devil I 'll calm his Rage and teach him to be civil Of this intruding Feind I know the Force The longer he contends he 'll fare the worse Then op'd her Magic Book and with a Spell Conjur'd the sawcy Daemon into Hell SONG By Sir George Etheridge I. FAir Iris all our time is spent In trifling whilst we dally The Lovers who 're indifferent Commit the grossest Folly Ah! stint not then the flowing Pleasure To such a wretched scanty measure Since boundless Passion boundless Joys will prove Excess can only justifie our Love II. Excess in other things so bad In Love's the justest Measure No other Reason's to be had In that Seraphic Pleasure From growing Love bright Nymphs your Faces Receive ten thousand sweeter Graces My Iris then that you may be divine Let your soft Flame spread Night and Day like mine To King WILLIAM Similem quae praetulit aetas Concilio vel Marte Virum nunc Brutus amaret Vivere sub Regno tali submitteret Aulae Fabritius cuperent ipsi servire Catones Thus English'd In Council Wise in War so great a Man What Age did e'er produce or ever can Brutus himself this best of Kings wou'd Love The wise Fabritius wou'd to Court remove And Cato too whom Caesar cou'd not tame Wou'd now a subject live with greater Fame To my Friend Mr. Charles Hopkins On reading his Translations out of Ovid and Tibullus By Mr. C. G. THus sweetly once the Love-sick Orpheus sung When on his Voice the Sylvan Audience hung Thus smooth his Numbers and thus soft his Song That calm'd the Native Rage of the Infernal Throng Ah! no my Friend I wrong thy nobler Fame He only Woods Stones Brutes and Hell cou'd tame And Female Madness strove in vain t' asswage Falling a Victim to their Thoughtless Rage But Thou can'st melt a WOMAN's boundless Hate Bend all her stubborn Pride and all her Rage abate Exalt her sordid Mercenary Mind And make the Sex soft genrous just and kind Go on dear Youth with lucky Omens move And teach the British Ladies how to love Shew e'ry Spring by which the Passions rise How Admiration first attaques the Eyes Thence how it gently does the Heart surprize How there it kindles that unruly Fire That melts our pastIndiffrence to glowing hot desire Shew the mistaken methods of the Fair Who drive their sighing Slaves to curs'd Despair Ah! let thy Verse more tender Thoughts inspire And make relentless fair Ones burn with equal Fire Like Ovid's shall thy Picture then be worn And the glad Hand of e'ery Youth adorn As a sure Philtre 'gainst his Mistress's Scorn By SPENCER PHillis is both blithe and young Of Phillis is my Silver Song I love thilk Lass and in my Heart She breeds full many a baleful Smart Kids cracknels with my earliest Fruit I give to make her hear my Suit When Colin does approach o'erjoy'd My Hopes alass are all accoy'd Were I not born to love the Maid Yet she calls Miracles to her Aid When stormy Stou'rs had dress'd the year In shivering Winters wrathful Chear Phillis that lovely cruel wight Found me in a dreerie Plight And Snow-balls gently flung at me To wake me from my Lethargie Fire I ween there was y pent In all those frozen Balls she sent For Ah! woe's me I felt them burn And all my Soul to Flames I turn Ah! Phillis if you 'd quench my Fire Burn your self with as fierce Desire To SYLVIA I. DID you my charming Sylvia live Where frozen Nature ne'er inspires Soft Love or thaws to warm Desires Yet sure you wou'd some Pity give To one condemn'd to so severe a Fate To bear the rigour of the Night and what 's far more your Hate II. Bright lovely Charmer lay aside This useless this ungrateful Pride That all my Happiness destroys And robs thee of ten thousand Joys Let ancient Tales of one coy Matron boast Thy Charms are not bestow'd to be for fansy'd Trifles lost III. Thee Nature in these Glories drest To make the sighing Lover blest A sight of thee gives mighty Joys Far greater still thy melting Voice To kiss thee must our grosser Make refine But oh t' enjoy thee must make us grow Divine An Imitation of Qualis nox fuit illa dii Deaeque Quam mollis torus Haesimus calentes Et transfudimus hinc hinc labellis Errantes animas valete curae Mortalis ego sic perire coepi Petronii sat OH what a Night was that ye Pow'rs Divine When I lay lock'd within her Arms she clasp'd in mine O'er Love's unbeaten Wilds I freely rang'd Whilst at our Mouths our wand'ring Souls w'exchang'd Farewel all mortal Cares in haste farewel I 'm now where boundless Joys and Raptures dwell FINIS

bright Flames infold Like the Sun's Statue stands of burnish'd Gold Round the Transparent Fire about him glows As the clear Amber on the Bee does close And as on Angels Heads their Glories shine His burning Locks adorn his Face divine But when on his Immortal Mind he felt His alt'ring form and sold'red Limbs to melt Down on the Deck he laid himself and dy'd With his dear Sword reposing by his side And on the flaming Plank he rests his Head Like one that huggs himself in his warm Bed The Ship burns down and with his Reliques sinks And the sad Stream beneath his Ashes drinks Fortunate Boy if e'er my Verse may claim That matchless Grace to propagate thy Name When Oeta and Alcides are forgot Our English Youth shall sing the valiant Scot. Shall not a Death so generous now when told Unite our Difference fill the Breaches old Such in the Roman Forum Curtius brave Galloping down clos'd up the gaping Cave No more discourse of Scotch and English Race Nor chant the fabulous hunt of Chevy-Chase Mixt in Corinthian Metal by thy noble Flame Our factions melting thy Colossus frame Prick down the point whoever hath the art Where Nature Scotland doth from England part Anatomists may sooner fix the Cells Where Life resides or Understanding dwells Yet this we know tho' that exceeds our skill That whosoever separates them does ill Will you the Tweed that sudden Bounder call Of Soyle of Wit of Manners and of all Why draw we not as well the thrifty Line From Thames Trent Humber or at least the Tyne So may we the State-Corpulence redress And little England when we please make less What Ethick River is this wond'rous Tweed Whose one side Vertue t'other Vice doth breed Or what new Perpendicular does rise Up from the Stream continued to the Skies That between us the common Air should barr And split the Influence of ev'ry Star But who considers right will find indeed 'T is Holy Island parts us not the Tweed Tho' Kingdoms joyn yet Church will Kirk oppose The M res still divide the Crown does close As in Rogation Week they whip us round To keep in mind the Scotch and English bound The World in all does but two Nations bear The Good the Bad and those mixt ev'ry where Under each Pole place either of the two The Bad will basely Good will bravely do And few indeed can parallel our Climes For Works Heroick or Heroick Crimes The Tryal would however be too nice Which stronger were a Scotch or English Vice Or whether the same Vertue wou'd reflect From Scotch or English Heart the same effect NATION is all but Name a Shibboleth Where a mistaken Accent causes Death In Paradise Names onely Nature show'd At Babel Names from Pride and Discord flow'd And ever since Men with a Female spight First call each other Names and then they fight Scotland and England cause of just uproar Do Man and Wife signifie Rogue and Whore Say but a Scot and straight they fall to sides That syllable like a Picts wall divides Rational Mens words Pledges are of Peace Perverted serve dissension to increase For shame extirpate from each worthy Breast That senseless Rancour against Interest One King one Faith one Language and one Isle England and Scotland all but Cross and Pile CHARLES our great Soul this only understands He our Affections both and Will commands He where Twin-Sympathies cannot atone Knows the last Secret how to make us one Just so the prudent Husband-man that sees The idle Tumult of his factious Bees The Morning Dews and Flowers neglected grown The Hive a Comb-ease ev'ry Bee a Drone Covers them o'er till none discern his Foes And all themselves in Meal and Friendship lose The Insect Kingdom straight begins to thrive And each work Honey for the common Hive Pardon young Hero this my long Transport Thy Death more nobly did the same exhort My former Satyr for this Verse forget My fault against my Recantation set I singly did against a Nation write Against a Nation thou didst singly fight My differing Crime does more thy Vertue raise And such my Rashness best thy Valour praise Here Douglas smiling said he did intend After such Frankness shown to be his Friend Forewarn'd him therefore least in time he were Metempsychos'd into some Scotch Presbyter To the Memory of the most Illustrious Prince GEORGE Duke of Buckingham WHEN the Dread Summons of commanding Fate Sounds the last Call at some proud Palace Gate When both the Rich the Fair the Great and High Fortune's most darling Favourites must die Straight at the Alarm the busie Heraulds wait To fill the solemn Pomp and mourn in State Scutcheons and Sables then make up the show Whilst on the Hearse the mourning Streamers flow With all the Rich Magnificence of Woe If Common Greatness these just Rites can claim What nobler Train must wait on Buckingham When so much wit Wit 's great Reformer dies The very Muses at thy Obsequies The Muses that Melodious cheerful Quire Whom Misery cou'd ne'er untune nor tire But chirp in Rags and even in Dungeons sing Now with their broken Notes and flagging wing To thy sad Dirge their murm'ring Plaints shall bring Wit and Wit 's God for Buckingham shall mourn And his lov'd Lawrel into Cypress turn Nor shall the nine sad Sisters only keep This mourning day even Time himself shall weep And in new Brine his Hoary Furrows steep Time that so much must thy great Debter be As to have borrow'd even new Life from thee Whilst thy gay Wit has made his sullen Glass And tedious Hours with new-born Raptures pafs What tho' black Envy with her Ranc'rous Tongue And Angry Poets in imbitter'd Song Whilst to new Tracks thy boundless Soul aspires Charge thee with roving Change and wand'ring Fires 'T was byass'd Anger did thy Vertue wrong Thy Wit a Torrent for the Banks too strong In twenty smaller Rills o'er-flow'd the Dam Tho' the main Channel still was Buckingham Let Care the busie States-man overwhelm Tugging at th' Oar or Drudging at the Helm With labouring Pain so half-soul'd Pilots plod Great Buckingham a sprightlier Measure trod When o'er the mounting waves the Vessel rode Unshock'd by Toyls by Tempests undismay'd Steer'd the great Bark and as that danc'd he play'd Nor Bounds thy Praise to Albion's narrow Coast Thy Gallantry shall foreign Nations boast The Gallick Shoar with all the Trumps of Fame To endless Ages shall resound thy Name When Buckingham Great CHARLES Embassador With such a Port the Royal Image bore So near the Life th' Imperial Copy drew As even the Mighty Louis cou'd not view With wonder only but with Envy too His very Fleur de Lys es fainting Light Half Droop'd to see the English Rose so bright Let Groveling Minds of Nature's basest Mould Hug and adore their dearest Idol Gold Thy nobler Soul did the weak Charms defie Disdain'd the Earthy Dross to mount more high Whilst humbler Merit on Court Smiles depends