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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37538	Coopers Hill a poeme.	Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.	1643 (1643)	Wing D994; ESTC R29708	5,796	14

COOPERS HILL A Poëme Printed in the Yeare M.DC.XLIII Coopers Hill SUre we have Poëts that did never dreame Upon Pernassus nor did taste the streame Of Helicon and therefore I suppose Those made not Poëts but the Poëts those And as Courts make not Kings but Kings the Court So where the Muses and their Troopes resort Pernassus stands if I can be to thee A Poët thou Pernassus art to mee Nor wonder if advantag'd in my flight By taking wing from thy auspicious height Through untrac't waies and airie paths I flie More boundlesse in my fancie then my eie Exalted to this height I first looke downe On Pauls as men from thence upon the towne Pauls the late Theme of such a Muse whose flight Hath bravely reacht and soar'd above thy height Now shalt thou stand though Time or Sword or Fire Or Zeale more fierce then they thy fall conspire Secure while thee the best of Poets sings Preserv'd from ruine by the best of Kings As those who rais'd in body or in thought Above the Earth or the Aires middle Vault Behold how winds and stormes and Meteors grow How clouds condense to raine congeale to snow And see the Thunder form'd before it teare The aire secure from danger and from feare So rais'd above the tumult and the crowd I see the City in a thicker cloud Of businesse then of smoake where men like Ants Toyle to prevent imaginarie wants Yet all in vaine increasing with their store Their vast desires but make their wants the more As food to unsound bodies though it please The Appetite feeds onely the disease Where with like haste though severall waies they runne Some to undoe and some to be undone While Luxurie and wealth like Warre and Peace Are each the others ruine and increase As Rivers lost in Seas some secret veine Thence reconveies there to be lost againe Some study plots and some those plots t' undoe Others to make 'em and undoe 'em too False to their hopes affraid to be secure Those mischiefes onely which they make endure Blinded with light and sicke of being well In tumults seeke their peace their heaven in hell Oh happinesse of sweet retir'd content To be at once secure and innocent Windsor the next where Mars with Venus dwels Beauty with strength above the valley swels Into my eie as the late married Dame Who proud yet seemes to make that pride her shame When Nature quickens in her pregnant wombe Her wishes past and now her hopes to come With such an easie and unforc'd Ascent Windsor her gentle bosome doth present Where no stupendious Cliffe no threatning heights Accesse deny no horrid steepe aftrights But such a Rise as doth at once invite A pleasure and a reverence from the sight Thy Masters Embleme in whose face I saw A friend-like sweetnesse and a King-like aw Where Majestie and love so mixt appeare Both gently kind both royally severe So Windsor humble in it selfe seemes proud To be the Base of that Majesticke load Than which no hill a nobler burthen beares But Atlas onely that supports the spheres Nature this mount so fitly did advance We might conclude that nothing is by chance So plac't as if she did on purpose raise The Hill to rob the builder of his praise For none commends his judgement that doth chuse That which a blind man onely could refuse Such are the Towers which th' hoary Temples grac'd Of Cibele when all her heavenly race Doe homage to her yet she cannot boast Amongst that Numerous and Celestiall hoast More Heroës then can Windsore nor doth Fames Immortall booke record more noble Names Not to looke backe so farre to whom this Ile Must owe the glory of so brave a Pile Whether to Caesar Albanact or Brute The Brittish Arthur or the Danish Knute Though this of old no lesse contest did move Then when for Homers birth seaven Cities strove Like him in birth thou shouldst be like in Fame As thine his fate if mine had beene his Flame But whoso'ere it was Nature design'd First a brave place and then as brave a minde Nor to recount those severall Kings to whom It gave a Cradle or to whom a Tombe But thee great Edward and thy greater sonne He that the Lillies wore and he that wonne And thy Bellona who deserves her share In all thy glories Of that royall paire Which waited on thy triumph she brought one Thy sonne the other brought and she that sonne Nor of lesse hopes could her great off spring prove A Royall Eagle cannot breed a Dove Then didst thou found that Order whether love Or victory thy Royall thoughts did move Each was a Noble cause nor was it lesse I' th institution then the great successe Whilst every part conspires to give it grace The King the Cause the Patron and the place Which forraigne Kings and Emperors esteeme The second honour to their Diademe Had thy great destiny but given thee skill To know as well as power to act her will That from those Kings who then thy captives were In after-times should spring a Royall paire Who should possesse all that thy mighty power Or thy desires more mighty did devoure To whom their better fate reserves what ere The Victor hopes for or the vanquisht feare That bloud which thou and thy great Grandsire shed And all that since these sister Nations bled Had beene unspilt had happy Edward knowne That all the bloud he spilt had beene his owne Thou hadst extended through the conquer'd East Thine and the Christian name and made them blest To serve thee while that losse this gaine would bring Christ for their God and Edward for their King When thou that Saint thy Patron didst designe In whom the Martyr and the Souldier ioyne And when thou didst within the Azure round Who evill thinks may evill him confound The English Armes encircle thou didst seeme But to foretell and Prophecie of him Who has within that Azure round confin'd These Realmes which Nature for their bound design'd That bound which to the worlds extreamest ends Endlesse her selfe her liquid armes extends In whose Heroicke face I see the Saint Better exprest then in the liveliest paint That fortitude which made him famous here That heavenly piety which Saint's him there Who when this Order he forsakes may he Companion of that sacred Order be Here could I fix my wonder but our eies Nice as our tastes affect varieties And though one please him most the hungry guest Tasts every dish and runs through all the feast So having tasted Windsor casting round My wandring eye an emulous Hill doth bound My more contracted sight whose top of late A Chappell crown'd till in the common fate The neighbouring Abbey fell may no such storme Fall on our times where ruine must reforme Tell me my Muse what monstrous dire offence What crime could any Christian King incense To such a rage was 't Luxurie or Lust Was he so