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Ostella, or, The faction of love and beauty reconcil'd by I.T., Gent.
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Tatham, John, fl. 1632-1664.
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Wing T231; ESTC R1695
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fire yet was a Stoick to impure desire But I have found the Reason and you know it The cleernesse of this Truth doth plainly shew it The longer growth Diseases do indure The more the Grief more famous is the Cure So from your Patients Tortour you would raise an honour and by Curing him a praise And by that Weaknesse I 'm more hearty grown Than if my Strength had never Weaknesse known 'T was pretty Policy which I commend that Sorrow's sweetn'd that doth find an End Your Answers pli'de me as you 'd beat back fire not to suppress the Flame but raise it higher Ostella as king why I loved Her. NOt because thy face is fair though the Colours be thine own and their Paralel unknown Nor for all thy All that 's rare Which perhaps others may prize Less than IIdolatrize Nor for that th' art perfect good which few of your Sex can claim as a title to their Name Or a sweetnesse to their blood This to others to may seem Not so great as I esteem No nor for thy love to me though it strongly may perswade and my Manhood much invade In this none can judge of thee But my self to which I 'le swear Never Turtle lov'd more deer Yet I love thee and pray why in Obedience to my Fate I should love though thou didst hate Yet I would not have thee try This Womans Reason I 'le give you troth I love you cause I do The Nut to Ostella THou hast my Heart and I have thine a blest Exchange is this They seem to part yet ne'r disjoin and when they meet they kisse Though they in severall Beds do lie two Rooms do not them severe So that they may with safetie flie and mingle blisse together My Heart breaths freshnesse on thy Rose that else would droop and wither My Brest had wanted its repose had not thy Heart come hither Replanted Plants do prosper so in other Soils far better Then in the fiâ—st and 〈◊〉 do shew to'th Gods we 're 〈◊〉 a Debtor Oh may my Heart so thrive with thee and thine with me so dwel That they may knit and 〈◊〉 to be two Kirnels in one shell To Ostella I Sent my Heart ev'n as my Child to thee to be brought up as thine shall be with me Be carefull os't as th' Apple of thy eye so shall I be of thine or may I die Let mine not sorrow I shall comfort thine in this we prove our Amity Divine But if mine droops thine holds not up the head as mine doth fare thine shall be cherished Mine's of a softly Nature and may be wound like a twig ev'n any way by thee But thine more stubborn was until in tears I bath'd it supple ev'n with Cares and Fears It would not stoop But Heaven to Crown the end of my sad toyl at last did make it bend And now it proves a greater joy to me than did mine own before it came to thee The FACTION To OSTELLA BEauty glorious as the Light that unveils the face of Day Think it is her proper Right that all Hearts should her obey And in Competition stands with All Conquering Love who try By eithers power which most Commands and best deserves the Diety Loves inviting oylie words on his party many gain Beauties beams wound worse than swords strongly do her side maintain Eithers strength ' ginning to waste streight they unto Reason fly Who well season'd bids them taste of this sharp Antipathy Love not linckt to Beauties Rays is Majesty in disguise And looseth its reverent praise 'cause 't is clouded from our eyes Beauty without Love declines as the Heart that wanteth heat Or the Flowr that droops and pines when the Sun should it repleat And so wisely did Decree Love and Beauty should agree And least the Union should undo sends them to reside with you Ostella asking me how I liked a painted Lady came to see her VVHy I will tell thee Is that face her own she makes so much on 't or takes't up on Loan I promise if it be so she doth deserve to have it lent again she doth preserve It with such care but this is jest I know she is a painted cloath a Puppet show I must confesse when she unvail'd I stood in such amazement as though made of Wood Perhaps she did conceive as much just so when Persius did uncase unto his foe Medusa's head they were transform'd as I beholding her strange Metamorphosie I 'm sure my Heart was Marble I forgot all civill manners and saluted not I might have prejudic'd her if I had kist off her colours then she had been mad And I did ow such dear regard to thee because she was thy friend so Wise to be Shee was thy foil O stella for when I compar'd with hers thy Native Livery Finding hers false and she to Art was more beholding than Nature for that poor Decaying Pride which the least Air doth vade I blest my fortune that by thee was made 'T were Sin to doubt her inside cause with thee she doth converse the Soul of Piety Yet be she what she wil this joyes my Heart Thou art the Pride of Nature not of Art Vpon my assurance of OSTELLA's Love ANd do'st thou Love indeed in very deed Ostella prithee speak and yet take heed 'T is requisite my Question be deni'd lest I do surfet e're I 'm satisfi'd So from that sweet receive my ban and be as slow in thanks for Love as Cruelty Yet be not Cruel neither 't is not just thou should'st be so and worse I should mistrust Thy spotless Faith I would not have thee hate nor would I have thy Love become my Fate For the excess of each may dang'rous prove and seeking to preserve may ruine Love Lightning is swift as soon it doth retire let our flames softly burn and not expire By whose kind heat our hearts may warm not burn there 's safetie in 't we may out last our Urn Tell me do'st Love Yet do not tell me so and yet I know thou do'st for on thy Brow I read it 't can't be hid by all the skill thy Art can purchase Yet delight thy will As I shall mine Answer me then and prove by Paradox thou do'st not yet do'st Love Ostella veiled OStella thou do'st injure me by this Veil of Modesty Thou the Sun of my Delight thus obscur'd I am in night I would not shew thee sweet to sell but to be admir'd is well For from thee by others praise I to my self a Trophie raise 'T is my Pride the World should be in Love with thee as thou with me Which adds a glory to my Fate that they for thee me Emulate Open thy Beauty to the Day give thy Cupids leave to Prey Enflame all Hearts make the World thine I have the glory thou art mine Ostella shewing me Verses sent to her by a friend of mine VErses to thee is he so Love-some grown just on a sudden are the lines his own
Or doth he Court by Proxy and hath paid dear for his wit to one whose need hath made Him a proâ—st Poet that he should be guilty of Wit Condemns himself and me Miracles may chance to walk and light on him he 's empty enough and may receive to th' brim But yet why should I doubt this since thy eye can make a Spark a Flame in Poetry And were not I as confident of Thee as Saints of Heaven are a Jealousie Would work into my Faculties thy Love might leave my Sphear and in anothers move Women are Charm'd when praises do perswade for then harmonious Spels their Ears invade Ostella advising me to leave off drink ing Wine HOw dearest art thou weary of thy Fame that thou would'st banish that preserves the same When I would write on th' Vigour of thy eye a sprightly Glasse of Sack I 've standing by From whence my Pen takes life and speed that Smile of thine thou ow'st to Sack for my fair Guile That lively Colour of thy Cheek and Lip from the rich Claret did my fancy sip And from the mantling sparks which thence arise I Metaphor'd the Cupids in thy eyes From the Lov'd Grape I can create Conceit enough to raise Dejection to the Seat Of Honour 't is the Nepenthean Spring about the which the jolly Muses sing Thy praises from my Verse Oh let me lack all things else usefull so thou st give me Sack Thou maiest as well go bid me leave to live as have me leave the means which life doth give Faith leave my Wine and farewel Poetry forgetting which none will remember Thee To one asking how he should know my Mistresse THou maiest know her by her dresse both of body and of mind Where so many Graces press as just Heaven had assign'd her the Glory of her Kind Thou maiest know her by the flame which proceedeth from her eye But oh who can see the same who can see it and not die 't is so full of Majesty Thou maiest know her by her Balm the blest issue of her breath Which in Passion is so calm it gives life instead of Death such a virtuall power it hath Thou maiest know her by a Heart full of Love and Constancy More of Pitty then of Art but all this thou canst not see ' Less my Fate did govern theee My Vow to Ostella upon her doubting my faith BEleeve me Love by those fair eys that blesse the World with Light and to the blind give sight By this chaste kiss this pretious breath That rescu'd my poor heart from Death It still remains thy Conquer'd prize By virtues self enthron'd in thee for other Beauties wear but th' bare figure of what 's rare No thoughts of change disturb my Rest Whose heats consume not warm the Brest there 's no Content like Constancy But should'st thou not continue mine as firm as when I first Love in my Bosom Nurst I should the Bastard banish thence Though yet the Child of Innocence and prove him humane not Divine Did not thy fires preserve my flame it should dispersing fly in Sparks at ev'ry eye With Wanton Liberty should range And ev'ry minute covet change 'till it dissolv'd Loves hallowed frame But till thy Fancy change thy Mind if I without offence may doubt such Innocence My Love shall be so purely free From loose thoughts of disloyalty it shall teach Turtles to be kind Vpon an occasion to Ostella Of Jealousie THe Day that 's lost et'e scarcely shewn might rule Eternally Did not th' Prerogative of Night insinuate a Sovereignty The Spring and Summer cropt e're blown with all their gaudy Train Might ever season our delight did not intruding Winter Reign The Sea whose often Shipwracks strike a fear into the advent'rers mind Would safely harbour did no Storm engage its nature to the wind All things in goodness would be like did not the ills their diff'rence shew Beauty in freedome as in form and nature no decaying know Youth dwell for ever on our Cheeks did not the Iron hand of Age Imprint a Ruine or Disease invade our healths and life engage Man might possess as soon as seek the Pleasures that do so entice But his own Nature doth displease else Earth had been a Paradise So had not cruel Love crept in my Heart had been from Passion free And my Content had been mine own Not slav'd to sottish Jealousie But Love hath rais'd such Wars within they do disturb my Peacefull pores And Tyrant-like alas have thrown my Rest and Quiet out of Doors Ostella forth of Town To my Heart HEart be Content though she be gone let Reason govern thee Thou hast so much of Pleasure known 't is fit a season'd Misery should temper thy Prosperity Absence doth whet the Appetite which Presence dull'd before There is no Pleasure truly great nor sweet of such effectual pow'r 'till season'd with a little Sow'r He cannot truly prize Delight that ne'r knew Misery Nor deem the glory of the Light untili by wanting it he be sensible of its purity Think this the time of thy lost health which when restor'd to thee Ev'n from the Ruine of thy Wealth it brings a perfect Remedy to double thy Felicity To the worst of Passions THou that destroi'st our Peace giv'st Liberty to fury ruine Thou grand Enemy To man Thou whose unlimited pretence deposeth Reason and confounds our sense Thou whose Tyrannick Cruelty extends to th' separation of long linked friends Thou that art all irregularity rash inconsiderate madly bold and free A foe to goodnesse Author of our ill thou that art Wisdoms inconsistent still Thou who can boast thou ne'r wert overcome and slav'dst so many gallant Hearts at Rome Thou that didst vanquish Caesar know I 'le prove greater than He and Conquer Thee with Love The Iealous Lovers A Dialogue Thirsis SAy Daphnes say for I desire to know The cause from whence these sad effects do grow Art thou in Love Dap. O yes Thirsis With whom confesse Daph. With my Murderess Thir Love baits on easie hearts is thine so tame To hugg thy Ruine and appear his Game Who is the Shepherdess Dap Doest ask her name Have not the Winds whisper'd her Beauties fame Through ev'ry Ear do'st not observe each Tree Wears on it's Brest her name My misery Thir Did she e're love thee Daphnes say Daph. She did Thir Are those flames now extinguisht or but hid Daph. Extinguisht as my Jealousie which made Her leave this walk which now appears a shade Wanting her Beams to warm it and my Heart Cold as the Deaths Dart. Thir Didst thou abuse her Love Daph. I cannot tell Unless it were by loving too too well Excessive Love and her exceeding Grace Supplanted Reason and gave Passion place Thir Such was my fate Daph Too cruell mine Thir It may be so But there is no example of my Woe Chorus Since we derive our heat both from one fire let thy Heart mix with mine and so Expire That to her Glory