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Jevvels of ingenuity, set in a coronet of poetry by the industry of T.J.
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Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?
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friends that be Bound to each other in FidelitI You two are such may all that Love profess Expresse their hearts towards you to be no lesS Sincerity and Secresie comply To keep your firm and lasting AmitI The greatest strength division hath brought low Heaven wer 't not for Union would be sO Emperours Kings Princes all Powers that are Totter to pieces in a Civil WaR Envy doth then grow fat when she can tread Upon the Limbs of a divided heaD Vse but these Contemplations and you may Count your selves richer then all AffricA Excuse my rugged Counsel you are Men Know better guides to lead you then my PeN Nothing that may disturb your Peace appear Suspicion-like to put your thoughts in fear One bond contain ye and may false misprision Never have any power to work division Hearts like the Flint and Steel each other strike And Need Not Err But Each Doth Each Love Like They Love for Love that 's a true Lovers action Such as the Cause is such the Satisfaction A Panigerick Composed on the meritorious Name of the most accomplished Mr. GEORGE SLAUGHTER Greatness and goodness that but seldom do Enter into one man are both in you One single heart at one time doth inherit Rightfully to one great and one good spirit Graceful in all your actions you are what Every gallant man should imitate Slaughter and Mercy in one Man agree Love mixt with strength valour with curtesie And may you nere be thought a Ladies friend Unless you use them to a noble end Go forth and prosper may you alwayes be Happy in Love and in Hostilitie Truth guide your will Reality your thought Errors in Love and Loyalty are naught Return victorious and may nothing prove Repugnant to your Valour and your Love On Love HHe that endures the rack of Loves desire Doth fry in frost and he doth freeze in fire On Womens Love IN these extremities most Women move Rack where they hate and cloy men where they love On a little Gentleman and one Mr. Story that quarreld in the street THe little man by tother mans vain-glory It seems was roughly us'd so saies the Story But being a little heated and high blown In anger flyes on Story plucks him down And when they rise I know not how it fated One got the worst the Story was translated From white to red but ere the fight was ended It seemes a Gentleman that one befriended Came in and parted them The little blade Ther 's no man could desire or yet perswade But he would fight still till another came And with perswasions counsel'd'gninst the same 'T was in this manner friend you shall not fight With one that 's so unequal to your height Story is tall the tother made reply I 'de pluck him down were he three stories high On Ben Johnson and a Country man BEn Johnson in a Tavern once began Rudely to talk to a plain Country man And thus it was Thou dull laborious Moyle That I beleeve wert made for nought but toyle For every Acre of thy Land I have Twenty of wit Such Acres Sir are brave Replyed the Country man What great Mistakers Have we been of your wealth Mr. Wise Acres A POEM COMMENDATORY To the incomparable Pattern of inimitable Perfection Mrs. ELIANOR ENGLEFIELD Sister unto the justly honoured Sir Francis Englefield Baronet Madam YOur Merit at this minute raises My Pen to paint the Picture of your Praises And 't is most fit some good hand should hold forth Their virtues who are modest in their worth For he whose wary eys shal look upon Your features with examination May easily discern as many charms As theirs that are lock'd in great Princes Arms I do not say your Eys are Stars or that Your Lip and Cheek are to be wondred at Nor that your Alablaster Brow and Breast Out-shine the Snow out-scent the Phoenix nest But that in every part of you doth move Something for every one to fall in Love That man which would all female feature view Hath lost his eyes that finds it not in you Love leads you by the hand and your fair yonth Knows nothing but what 's relative to truth Imperial innocence in either eye Declares whole volumes of divinity Such looks as yours would make a Poet grow Fluent and chast but love in Folio Arts are your honourers the Wise do sip Sententious sweetnesse from your sacred Lip Beauty and Grace the onely perfect path Of Love and Honour your perfection hath Excuse my language Madam for your high Deservings are above all flattery Truth fills me with these praises you excel In merit more then I can write or tell Heaven inspire you may the crowned crue Of Cherubims for ever wait on you Faith fils your frame it shews where ere you pass Transparent as a Lilly clos'd in Glass Opinions not your rule what ere you see Is through the Opticks of pure Piety Wisdome with true Religion is your Law And kept like the Decrees in Persia Knowing no alteration May the bright Beams of eternal glory be your light Eternal joys dwell with you May you do Nothing but what your Maker prompts you to Noble intentions guide your thoughts and may No evill meet you till your Funeral day As you are blest with Beauty so may you Be faithfull where you find a Servant true Love is a Princely Passion if it be Accommodated with Fidelity Constancy Crowns all Union if that Virtue Knit a firm knot falshood can never hurt you Excuse these rude expressions what I do Madam your fair deserts invite me to An Elegy and Epitaph Sacred to the immortal memory of that deplored and unparallel'd Lady The Lady MARY ROPER Lately a Loyal Wife to the Right Honourable CHRISTOPHER Lord ROPER Baron of Tenham and Sister to the Worshipfull Sir FRANCIS ENGLEFIELD Baronet Who in her prime of Youth Beauty and Virtue Cancel'd the Bonds of her Creation by exchanging this Temporal Life for Eternal Felicity The Elegy TAke heed good Reader for unlesse thy eyes Are fitted to become a Sacrifice This is no Object for thy sight We have Emptied a Sea of Sorrow in one Grave She is deceas'd in whose bright Soul did move All that good men admire and Angels love To whose bright eyes more lustre did resort Then would illuminate a Princes Court Whose Beauty though in yon Celestial Sphere Cannot be sure much brighter then 't was here Fair as unshaded light or as the day In its first birth when all the year was May Sweet as the Altars smoak when as it flies In zeal from an accepted Sacrifice Fragrant as Beds of Roses or the blew Violet whose veins swel with the morning dew Kind as the willing Saints and chaster far Then in their Prayers forgiven Hermits are In brief she had whatever was call'd good That wore the interest of flesh and blood You 'd say had you this beauty look'd upon The Soul had then her best apparel on Reader I see thy Tears begin to fall Therefore this brevity shall shut up all For fear thou flow from hence in a Spring-tide To Heaven to be further satisfiâ—de Yet ere thou dri'st thy eyes prithee vouchsafe With reverend care to read her Epitaph The Epitaph HEre grows a Plant whose fertile root doth even Extend its branches to the height of Heaven So sweet a flower it bears for sight and touch That God's own Garden is compos'd of such Eden was beautifull but this bright Stem Reaches the Walls of new Ierusalem Chaplets of such sweet Flowers transplanted there Redeemed Saints and mighty Martyrs were Arch-Angels sing to see her second birth Yield such occasion to advance their mirth Farewell fair innocent may every Reader Onely desire to follow such a Leader Rest in thy joy whilest we with many a tear Do grieve cause thou art gone and we are here FINIS
JEVVELS OF INGENVITY Set in a CORONET OF POETRY By the Industry of T. I. Cormina qui facimus mittamus Carmina tantum Nam Chorus ante alios aptus Amore sumus Ovid. de Art Amand lib. 1. LONDON Printed by I. M. To the most absolute Lover of Arts and Ingenuity The worthily honoured Matrhew Gilley Esq Most honoured Sir WHen you shall make a review of your own Merits and peruse with pausing Curiosity these Poetical imperfections my fears are that you will condemn my confidence but my hopes are as great that you wil commend my prudence from whence I extract this presumption that though all Critticks should comply to cry down my wit in Composing my Poems they shall applaud my judgment in the choiee of my Patron Sir Your own deservings declare you to be no less then a Palace of Honour if these Poems like a Vine or Woodbine may support themselves upon Your Edifice they may by this fortunate transplantation grow more fragrant and gratifie Your Indulgence Sir in one Word Your Candor hath compeld me to make these Poetical Adresses if any thing in them may either provoke Your praise or pardon I shall congratulate that happy means which through this martial mist of violence and ignorance hath safely conducted me to so splendid a Sphere of Love and Ingenuity and be alwaies studious to deserve what I have been ever ambitious to desire a seat in Your memory and liberty to subscribe Sir the humblest of all Your Servants and the devoutest of Your honourers T. I. An Acrostical Encomium Composed on the Noble Name and Heroick Nature of Sir FRANCIS ENGLEFIELD Baronet Fame in the noblest sence whose wandring wings Renown the Actions of Triumphant Kings All this year is at leisure to set forth No other Excellency but your worth Could I court every Muse and should I be Inspir'd with all Poetick Mystery Should I rich Jems from every Science pick Englefield's name would teach new Rhetorick Nothing can be said read or understood Great Sir but what your merits can make good Love is your constitution and you fit Every action to the rules of Wit Fidelity and Honour both comply In consort to compleat your gallantry Every favour in your Gifts or Letters Leaves the Receiver bound in Golden Fetters Don Johnson Fletcher and your name-sake Francis Beaumont in you might find new Theams for Fancies Arts are your Privy Councel He doth know Reason enough that hath but studied you One of your lowest single vertues wou'd Nobilitate a Clown and change his bloud Englefield's honour shall nere leave his name Till England and the World meet in one flame An Acrostick Consecrated to the renowned name of the most Youthfull Beautifull Virtuous and truly Honourable The Lady CECILIA ARUNDELL Daughter to the Right Honourable the Lord Arundell of Warder Could I contain all Languages and be A Prelate in the Art of Poetry Eminent Lady I should scarce inherit Rhetorick enough to write your meanest merit Cherubims tongues are fittest to relate Virtues like yours which none can imitate If I should call you beautiful and wise Noble chast merciful and say your Eyes Lend lustre to the day they 'd think I do Dissemble though all these come short of you If I should say but what your virtues be Every Truth would look like Flattery As men that round about the World have been Live mute and dare not tell what they have seen Lady you are a Jewel to be set In a true Heart the noblest Coronet MUSICK Anagram CUM KIS. Ther 's harmony in Love I know by this The Anagram of Musiok is CUM KIS. POEMS Three Marriage Songs The first at their going to the Temple I. Now our bright joy'gins to appear And the white Boy Cupid comes near Unto Iuno's Altar we run Where you know what 's to be done Bright Hymen in glory before them doth go In season with reason to make one of two II. May you never meet with those woes Which may sever your hands when they close May blisses fall from above And kisses keep you in love May all you can wish or good Heaven can give Present ye with Plenty so long as you live Second Song at Dinner I. Now the Board is filled with Plenty And the Wine runs round the room Eat and drink what Iove hath sent ye Joy like this doth seldome come II. Fill us off the sprightly Claret And let every one beside Drink it free and roundly share it To the Bridegroom and the Bride III. Now me thinks the roof is reeling And the very sky looks blew Every Virgin hath a feeling What the Bride must undergo Every Lady would be willing But to do as she must do The third Song at their preparation to Bed Welcome gentle night Thou bring'st all delight When thy sable Curtain spreads Upon the melting mirth of marriage Beds Here those joys are free Which no eye may see But the Bridegroom and the Bride Between the twilight and the morning-tide In Cupids Bushes They hide their Blushes This Battel breeds no scar Such sights as these Did sweetly please The Queen of Pleasure and the God of War When this is doing There ends the Wooing I will no further pry What more I know I dare not show Each Lover here can tell as well as I. On three Gentlemen that did accidentally meet in a Tavern all black men and every mans name John Crow Three birds by accident all met together That never met before Birds of a feather All of a Name too if you did but call Gently upon John Crow ye nam'd them all A Trinity of Crows a very riddle John Crow is sirst and last and in the middle John Crow doth wear six legs six hands three faces And at one time is in three several places Yet in the royal and more noble part They were but one videlicet one heart Such as did all rebellious birds detest And paid true homage to the Eagles nest These Crows do roost in Churches and could nere Eudure the Rooks that built at Westminster No City Ravens nor old country Dawes That flutterd and cry'd out the Cause the Cause But in a word to have the the truth exprest They are three birds that scorn to foul their nest Nor need they fear cold in the sharpest weather If every late pluckt bird own had his feather Orthography HOw can such men be innocent that spell Reason with T and write God with an L. An Acrostick on the Names of Mr. TIMOTHY STEEVENSON and Mr. FRANCIS JORDAN True hearts united under-neath one roof Excludes all ill and makes them mischief-prooF In union all sorts of Virtues are Love is the bond of Peace and strength of WaR Mars must use Love as well as Martial Law If ever England gain AmericA Order guide all your consultations then Zealous affection makes ye happy meN The World is false the Bonds of friendship crack And Amity her self is on the RaC How happy then are those few