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Claraphil and Clarinda in a forrest of fancies. By Tho: Jordan, Gent.
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Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?
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CLARAPHIL AND CLARINDA IN A FORREST OF FANCIES By THO: JORDAN Gent. Sat mihi sunt pauci Lectores est satis unus Si me nemo legat sat mihi nullus erit Owen Epigram London Printed by R. Wood To the Worthily Honoured Mr. GEO STRIPLING SIR IF the Name of Stranger a word in its genuine sence never despicable do not deface the formality of this present Oblation and put the to the expence of such an Apologie as shall render me ruder then that Act which may be the object of my Accusation I hope these imperfect mixtures of Fancy may gain a liberty to approach the presence of your leisure and attend the truce of your neore serious retirements I dare not manifest the multiplicity of motives that have induced me to this uncustomary confidence lest the representation of your own clear deservings cause me to be accused for flattery a practice which to me is equally detestable with Rebellion and Sacriledge Sir you will in this weak Volume finde such a little Wilderness of vain Varieties that you will think the Author was onely studious to contrive an orderly Confusion If any thing in it may be the object of your Approbation I have an absolute accomplishment of all my Expectations how ever I shall cherish my self with hopes to enjoy the benefit of your pardon and have licence to subscribe my Ambition in the honour of being SIR Your much devoted Servant THO: JORDAN CLARAPHIL AND CLARINDA TO CLARINDA On Her Perfection I Will not Saint my fair Clarinda SHE More glorious is in her humanity Nor in the heat of Fancy pluck a Star To rob the needy World and place her these These are the subtle Raptures of the Times With which the wanton Poets make their Rhymes Rise high as doth their Bloud 'till some proud She Pamper'd with such new-cook'd Divinity Surfets believing in a pride of Soul These fictions true and Sins without controul Do Angels boast habitual purity No 't is in them impeccability And therefore not praise-worthy they 've nor will Nor power to think much less to practice Ill With thee 't is otherwise for thou mayst sin Beyond hope of Repentance and therein Appears the odds for maugre Flesh and Bloud Devil Temptation Beauty thou art Good To Clarinda his Love upon Refusal of a Kiss WHat not a Kiss Clarinda this is strange What is the slender motive of this Change Nay I le not strive with you 't is no content To me to take a Kiss by Ravishment Didst ever think I joyn'd my Lips to thine But when I thought thy Bliss as large as mine How strangely Curtesies mis-construed be That 's thought Offence which I meant Charity Not long time since if I did once neglect This kinde of Kissing-duty I was check'd And not enforced onely to restore it But as a fault to pay a Million for it And let me never be recorded where The little God unsolds his Register But I did pay this amorous Duty down As much for your Delight as for my own And must your self-conceit make you so rude To pay my Merit with Ingratitude Forgetfull Vanity can you deride The Man whose Folly gave you cause of Pride Was it not I who when ye did despair To have the last fruits of an undone Heir Saluted ye with love though since indeed Ye are well-furnish'd Suitors ride full speed Who yet cannot conceive Merit in you But trust my Judgement love ye 'cause I do Before I brought ye choice you had not any I was that One Fool that hath made your Many Had not I been your Maiden-head would be Fifteen years hence of some Antiquity Perhaps lead Apes Virginities perdition According to the Country superstition I did not onely love you but did strive To make you worthy of me did contrive To mend Heav'ns work changing that Eye that Lip Controuling Nature's courser Workmanship I did applaud you 'bove a Deity And make you Sacred with my Heresie But now I see Fate will not be withstood Nature nor I nor both can make you Good I stole a Constellation for you Eye Pollish'd you Brow with Indian Ivory Feign'd from your Lips Nectar to Flow and Ebb Made your hair softer than Arachne's VVebb Fetch'd Pyramids of snow to vail your Brest Brought the red Morning from the early East To deck your Cheek your Lips that wanted bloud Had liquid Coral from the furious floud To make them ruddy I perfum'd your breath More sweet than is the Phoenix at her Death I sent you Summer spices from Sabea Arabian Aromats Balm from Iudea Such Odors for your Breath I did invent Till they became a gluttony of Scent Your Voice so full of Concord some might be Brought to beleeve 't was Heaven's Hierarchie Nor onely gave these to your Outward Feature Within I made ye a more glorious Creature I did conceit you Innocent to be As Angels in their immortality Chast as the Virgin Infant newly hurl'd From the warm Womb to weep in th' treach'rous Or the first Man ere Misery made suit World He should know Eve the Serpent and the Fruit I thought Thee as constant without variation As rising Titan to his declination And the great cause of thy Ambition is Thy Vanity made thee Beleeve all this But by the Magick of that Poesie That brought them to thee from thee they shall And never see thee more thy Glass shall be flie The onely Mirror of Deformity This recompence I will return thy Ill Thou shalt have leave to say I love thee still That thou mai'st keep thy Loves who if they know How thou quitt'st me will quickly leave thee to Whil'st I with humbled Knees in devout Prayer Purge out the sin that made me feign thee fair A Wish for a Widow in the Character of a good Husband IF a white Wish wing'd with a Zeal more bright Than Prayers proceeding from an Anchorite When he bedews with tears the sacred shrine May prove propitious pray accept of mine If 't be decreed Himen shall once more light His holy Tapers for your Bridal Night May he be such a Consort as excels The vast extent of largest Paralels May the renown'd Endowments of his Mind Be the epitome of all Mankind May the Effigies of his Beauties be Th' Exact Idea of a Deity Let him in such high seas of Learning swim That all the Sciences may study Him Next I would him Valiant and further From Tyranny than Mercy is from Murther And his own Actions such a Vollume be As shall exceed all Rules of Heraldry May he be one whose most auspicious stars Designs him to compose these Civil wars For you are Mistresse of such merit that None but one destin'd to erect a State Is worthy of you But if he should prove Short of all this May he supply't with Love And Court you with such a divine respect As at last day the Saints shall the Elect So loyall to your Bed that he may deem No Woman but your self was made