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Poems by the incomparable Mrs. K.P.; Poems. Selections
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Philips, Katherine, 1631-1664.
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pursued A Wit so strong that who would it define Will need one ten times more acute then mine Yet rul'd so that its Vigour manag'd thus Becomes at once graceful and generous Whose Honour has so delicate a Sense Who alwayes pardon never give offence Who needing nothing yet to all are kind Who have so large a Heart so rich a Mind Whose Friendship still 's of the obliging side And yet so free from tyranny and Pride Who do in love like Jonathan descend And strip your self to cloath your happy friend Whose kindness and whose modesty is such T' expect so little and deserve so much Who have such candid worth such dear concern Where we so much may love and so much learn Whose very wonder though it fills and shines It never to an ill excess declines But all are found so sweetly opposite As are in Titian's Pieces Shade and Light That he that would your great Description try Though he write well would be as lost as I Who of injurious Zele convicted stand To draw you with so bold and bad a hand But that like other Glories I presume You will enlighten where you might consume XLVI Parting with Lucasia Jan. 13. 1657. A Song 1. WEll we will doe that rigid thing Which makes Spectators think we part Though Absence hath for none a sting But those who keep each others heart 2. And when our Sense is dispossest Our labouring Souls will heave and pant And grasp for one anothers breast Since they their Conveyances want 3. Nay we have felt the tedious smart Of absent Friendship and do know That when we die we can but part And who knows what we shall doe now 4. Yet I must go we will submit And so our own Disposers be For while we noblier suffer it We triumph o're Necessity 5. By this we shall be truly great If having other things o'recome To make our victory complete We can be Conquerors at home 6. Nay then to meet we may conclude And all Obstructions overthrow Since we our Passion have subdu'd Which is the strongest thing I know XLVII Against Pleasure Set by Dr. Coleman 1. THere 's no such thing as Pleasure 'T is all a perfect Cheat Which does but shine and disappear Whose Charm is but Deceit The empty bribe of yielding Souls Which first betrays and then controuls 2. 'T is true it looks at distance fair But if we do approch The fruit of Sodom will impair And perish at a touch It being then in phancy less And we expect more then possess 3. For by our Pleasures we are cloy'd And so Desire is done Or else like Rivers they make wide The Channel where they run And either way true bliss destroys Making Us narrow or our Joys 4. We covet Pleasure easily But it not so possess For many things must make it be But one way makes it less Nay were our state as we could chuse it 'T would be consum'd for fear to lose it 5. What art thou then thou winged Air More swift then winged Fame Whos 's next successour is Despair And its attendant Shame Th' Experience-Prince then reason had Who said of Pleasure It is mad XLVIII Out of Mr. More 's Cop. Conf. THrice happy he whose Name is writ above Who doeth good though gaining infamy Requiteth evil turns with hearty love And cares not what befalls him outwardly Whose worth is in himself and onely bliss In his pure Conscience which doth nought amiss Who placeth pleasure in his purged Soul And Vertuous Life his treasure does esteem Who can his Passions master and controul And that true Lordly Manliness doth deem Who from this World himself hath dearly quit Counts nought his own but what lives in his sp'rit So when his Spirit from this vain World shall flit It bears all with it whatsoe're was dear Unto it self passing an easie Fit As kindly Corn ripened comes out of th' Ear. Careless of what all idle men will say He takes his own and calmly goes his way Eternal Reason Glorious Majesty Compar'd to whom what can be said to be Whose Attributes are Thee who art alone Cause of all various things and yet but One Whose Essence can no more be search'd by Man Then Heav'n thy Throne be grasped with a Span. Yet if this great Creation was design'd To several ends fitted for every kind Sure Man the World's Epitome must be Form'd to the best that is to study thee And as our Dignity 't is Duty too Which is summ'd up in this to know and doo These comely rowes of Creatures spell thy Name Whereby we grope to find from whence they came By thy own Change of Causes brought to think There must be one then find that highest Link Thus all created Excellence we see Is a resemblance saint and dark of thee Such shadows are produc'd by the Moon-beams Of Trees or Houses in the running streams Yet by Impressions born with us we find How good great just thou art how unconfin'd Here we are swallow'd up and daily dwell Safely adoring what we cannot tell All we know is thou art supremely good And dost delight to be so understood A spicy Mountain on the Universe On which thy richest Odours do disperse But as the Sea to fill a Vessel heaves More greedily then any Cask receives Besieging round to find some gap in it Which will a new Infusion admit So dost thou covet that thou mayst dispence Upon the empty World thy Influence Lov'st to disburse thy self in kindness Thus The King of Kings waits to be gracious On this account O God enlarge my heart To entertain what thou wouldst fain impart Nor let that Soul by several titles thine And most capacious form'd for things Divine So nobly meant that when it most doth miss 'T is in mistaken pantings after Bliss Degrade it self in sordid things delight Or by prophaner mixtures lose its right Oh! that with fixt unbroken thoughts it may Admire the light which does obscure the day And since 't is Angels work it hath to doe May its composure be like Angels too When shall these clogs of Sense and Fancy break That I may hear the God within me speak When with a silent and retired art Shall I with all this empty hurry part To the Still Voice above my Soul advance My light and joy 's plac'd in his Countenance By whose dispence my Soul to such frame brought Maytame each trech'rous fix each scat'ringthought With such distinctions all things here behold And so to separate each dross from gold That nothing my free Soul may satisfie But t' imitate enjoy and study thee XLIX To Mrs. M. A. upon Absence Set by Mr. Hen. Lawes 1. T Is now since I began to die Four Moneths and more yet gasping live Wrapp'd up in sorrow do I lie Hoping yet doubting a Reptieve Adam from Paradise expell'd Just such a wretched being held 2. 'T is not thy Love I fear to lose That will in spight of absence hold But 't is the benefit
Mrs Anne Owen upon her receiving the name of Lucasia and adoption into our Society Decemb. 28. 1651. 102 36 To my excellent Lucasia on our Friendship 104 Rosania's private Marriage 106 38 Injuria Amicitiae 109 39 To Regina Collier on her cruelty to Philaster 112 40 To Philaster on his Melancholy for Regina 113 Philoclea's parting Feb. 25. 1650. 114 42 To Rosania now Mrs. Mountague being with her Sept. 25. 1652. 115 43 To my Lucasia 118 44 On Controversies in Religion 120 45 To the honoured Lady E.C. 124 46 Parting with Lucasia Jan. 13. 1657. A Song 133 47 Against Pleasure Set by Dr. Coleman 135 48 Out of Mr. More 's Cop. Conf. 137 49 To Mrs. M. A. upon Absence Set by Mr. Henry Lawes 142 50 L'Amity To Mrs. Mary Awbrey 144 51 In memory of Mr. Cartwright 145 52 Mr. Francis Finch the excellent Palaemon 146 53 To Mrs. M.A. at parting 150 54 To my dearest Antenor on his parting 155 55 Engraven on Mr. John Collier's Tomb-stone at Bedlington 157 56 On the little Regina Collier on the same tomb-stone 158 57 Friendship ibid. 58 The Enquiry 162 59 To my Lucasia in defence of declared Friendship 165 60 La Grandeur d'esprit 171 61 A Countrey-life 177 62 To Mrs. Wogan my honoured friend on the death of her Husband 182 63 In memory of the most justly honoured Mrs. Owen of Orielton 185 64 A Friend 189 65 L'Accord du Bien 195 66 Invitation to the Countrey 203 67 In memory of Mrs. E. H. 206 68 Submission 209 69 2 Cor. 5. 19. God was in Christ reconciling the world to himself 214 70 The World 217 71 The Soul 222 72 Happiness 228 73 Death 232 74 To the Queen's Majesty on her late sickness and recovery 234 POEMS I. Upon the double Murther of K. CHARLES I. in Answer to a Libellous Copy of Rimes made by Vavasor Powell I Think not on the State nor am concern'd Which way soever the great helm is turn'd But as that son whose father's dangers nigh Did force his native dumbness and untie The fetter'd organs so here 's a fair cause That will excuse the breach of Nature's laws Silence were now a sin nay Passion now Wise men themselves for Merit would allow What noble eye could see and careless pass The dying Lion kick'd by every Ass Has Charles so broke God's Laws he must not have A quiet Crown nor yet a quiet Grave Tombs have been Sanctuaries Thieves lie there Secure from all their penalty and fear Great Charles his double misery was this Unfaithful Friends ignoble Enemies Had any Heathen been this Prince's foe He would have wept to see him injur'd so His Title was his Crime they 'd reason good To quarrel at the Right they had withstood He broke God's Laws and therefore he must die And what shall then become of thee and I Slander must follow Treason but yet stay Take not our Reason with our King away Though you have seiz'd upon all our defence Yet do not sequester our common Sense But I admire not at this new supply No bounds will hold those who at Sceptres fly Christ will be King but I ne're understood His Subjects built his Kingdom up with bloud Except their own or that he would dispence With his commands though for his own defence Oh! to what height of horrour are they come Who dare pull down a Crown tear up a Tomb II. On the numerous Access of the English to wait upon the King in Flanders HAsten Great Prince unto thy British Isles Or all thy Subjects will become Exiles To thee they flock thy Presence is their home As Pompey's residence made Africk Rome They that asserted thy Just Cause go hence To testifie their joy and reverence And those that did not now by wonder taught Go to confess and expiate their fault So that if thou dost stay thy gasping Land Will it self empty on the Belgick sand Where the affrighted Dutchman does profess He thinks it an Invasion not Address As we unmonarch'd were for want of thee So till thou come we shall unpeopled be None but the close Fanatick will remain Who by our Loyalty his ends will gain And he th'exhausted Land will quickly find As desolate a place as he design'd For England though grown old with woes will see Her long-deny'd and Soveraign Remedy So when old Jacob could but credit give That his so long lost Joseph did still live Joseph that was preserved to restore Their lives that would have taken his before It is enough said he to Egypt I Will go and see him once before I die III. Arion to a Dolphin On His Majesty's passage into England WHom does this stately Navy bring O! 't is Britain's Glorious King Convey him then ye Winds and Seas Swift as Desire and calm as Peace In your Respect let him survey What all his other Subjects pay And prophesie to them again The splendid smoothness of his Reign Charles and his mighty hopes you bear A greater now then Caesar's here Whose Veins a richer Purple boast Then ever Hero's yet engrost Sprung from a Father so august He triumphs in his very dust In him two Miracles we view His Vertue and his Safety too For when compell'd by Traitors crimes To breathe and bow in forein Climes Expos'd to all the rigid fate That does on wither'd Greatness wait Had plots for Life and Conscience laid By Foes pursu'd by Friends betray'd Then Heaven his secret potent friend Did him from Drugs and Stabs defend And what 's more yet kept him upright ' Midst flattering Hope and bloudy Fight Cromwell his whole Right never gain'd Defender of the Faith remain'd For which his Predecessours fought And writ but none so dearly bought Never was Prince so much besieged At home provok'd abroad obliged Nor ever Man resisted thus No not great Athanasius No help of Friends could or Foes spight To fierce Invasion him invite Revenge to him no pleasure is He spar'd their bloud who gap'd for his Blush'd any hands the English Crown Should fasten on him but their own As Peace and Freedom with him went With him they came from Banishment That he might his Dominions win He with himself did first begin And that best victory obtain'd His Kingdom quickly he regain'd Th' illustrious suff'rings of this Prince Did all reduce and all convince He onely liv'd with such success That the whole world would fight with less Assistant Kings could but subdue Those Foes which he can pardon too He thinks no Slaughter-trophees good Nor Laurels dipt in Subjects blood But with a sweet resistless art Disarms the hand and wins the heart And like a God doth rescue those Who did themselves and him oppose Go wondrous Prince adorn that Throne Which Birth and Merit make your own And in your Mercy brighter shine Then in the Glories of your Line Find Love at home and abroad Fear And Veneration every where Th' united world will you allow Their Chief to whom the English bow