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A35654	Poems and translations with the Sophy / written by the Honourable Sir John Denham, Knight of the Bath.	Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.; Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669. Sophy.; Virgil. Aeneis. Liber 2. English.	1668 (1668)	Wing D1005; ESTC R4710	83,594	304

Necessity their strong Pretence And these shall quit the cost Did I for this my County bring To help their Knight against their King And raise the first Sedition Though I the business did decline Yet I contriv'd the whole Design And sent them their Petition So many nights spent in the City In that invisible Committee The Wheel that governs all From thence the Change in Church and State And all the Mischiefs bear the date From Haberdashers Hall Did we force Ireland to despair Upon the King to cast the War To make the world abhor him Because the Rebells us'd his Name Though we our selves can do the same While both alike were for him Then the same fire we kindled here With that was given to quench it there And wisely lost that Nation To do as crafty Beggars use To maim themselves thereby to abuse The simple mans compassion Have I so often past between Windsor and Westminster unseen And did my self divide To keep his Excellence in awe And give the Parliament the Law For they knew none beside Did I for this take pains to teach Our zealous Ignorants to Preach And did their Lungs inspire Gave them their Text shew'd them their Parts And taught them all their little Arts To fling abroad the Fire Sometimes to beg sometimes to threaten And say the Cavaliers are beaten To stroke the Peoples ears Then streight when Victory grows cheap And will no more advance the heap To raise the price of Fears And now the Book 's and now the Bells And now our Act the Preachers tells To edifie the People All our Divinity is News And we have made of equal use The Pulpit and the Steeple And shall we kindle all this Flame Only to put it out again And must we now give o're And only end where we begun In vain this Mischief we have done If we can do no more If men in Peace can have their right Where 's the necessity to fight That breaks both Law the Oath They 'l say they fight not for the Cause Nor to defend the King and Laws But as against them both Either the cause at first was ill Or being good it is so still And thence they will infer That either now or at the first They were deceiv'd or which is worst That we our selves may erre But Plague and Famine will come in For they and we are near of kin And cannot go asunder But while the wicked starve indeed The Saints have ready at their need Gods Providence and Plunder Princes we are if we prevail And Gallant Villains if we fail When to our Fame 't is told It will not be our least of praise Sin' a new State we could not raise To have destroy'd the old Then let us stay and fight and vote Till London is not worth a Groat Oh 't is a patient Beast When we have gall'd and tyr'd the Mule And can no longer have the rule We 'le have the spoyl at least To the five Members of the Honourable House of Commons The Humble Petition of the POETS AFter so many Concurring Petitions From all Ages and Sexes and all conditions We come in the rear to present our Follies To Pym Stroude Haslerig H. and H. Though set from of Prayer be an Abomination Set forms of Petitions find great Approbation Therefore as others from th' bottom of their souls So we from the depth and bottom of our Bowls According unto the blessed form you have taught us We thank you first for the Ills you have brought us For the Good we receive we thank him that gave it And you for the Confidence only to crave it Next in course we Complain of the great violation Of Priviledge like the rest of our Nation But 't is none of yours of which we have spoken Which never had being until they were broken But ours is a Priviledge Antient and Native Hangs not on an Ordinance or power Legislative And first 't is to speak whatever we please Without fear of a Prison or Pursuivants fees Next that we only may lye by Authority But in that also you have got the Priority Next an old Custom our Fathers did name it Poetical license and alwaies did claim it By this we have power to change Age into Youth Turn Non-sence to Sence and Falshood to Truth In brief to make good whatsoever is faulty This art some Poet or the Devil has taught ye And this our Property you have invaded And a Priviledge of both Houses have made it But that trust above all in Poets reposed That Kings by them only are made and Deposed This though you cannot do yet you are willing But when we undertake Deposing or Killing They 're Tyrants and Monsters and yet then the Poet Takes full Revenge on the Villains that do it And when we resume a Scepter or a Crown We are Modest and seek not to make it our own But is 't not presumption to write Verses to you Who make the better Poems of the two For all those pretty Knacks you compose Alas what are they but Poems in prose And between those and ours there 's no difference But that yours want the rhime the wit and the sense But for lying the most noble part of a Poet You have it abundantly and your selves know it And though you are modest and seem to abhor it 'T has done you good service and thank Hell for it Although the old Maxime remains still in force That a Sanctified Cause must have a Sanctified Course If poverty be a part of our Trade So far the whole Kingdom Poets you have made Nay even so far as undoing will do it You have made King Charles himself a Poet But provoke not his Muse for all the world knows Already you have had too much of his Profe A Western Wonder DO you not know not a fortnight ago How they brag'd of a Western wonder When a hundred and ten slew five thousand men With the help of Lightning and Thunder There Hopton was slain again and again Or else my Author did lye With a new Thanksgiving for the Dead who are living To God and his Servant Chidleigh But now on which side was this Miracle try'd I hope we at last are even For Sir Ralph and his Knaves are risen from their Graves To Cudge'l the Clowns of Devon And now Stamford came for his Honour was lame Of the Gout three months together But it prov'd when they fought but a running Gout For his heels were lighter then ever For now he out-runs his Arms and his Guns And leaves all his money behind him But they follow after unless he take water At Plymouth again they will find him What Reading hath cost and Stamford hath lost Goes deep in the Sequestrations These wounds will not heal with your new Great Seal Nor Iepsons Declarations Now Peters and Case in your Prayer and Grace Remember the new Thanksgiving Isaac and his Wife now dig for your life Or shortly you 'l

Hell But a long sleepless night and what 's their torment But to compare past joyes with present sorrows And what can death deprive me of the sight Of day of children friends and hope of Empire And whatsoever others lose in death In life I am depriv'd of then I will live Only to die reveng'd nor will I go Down to the shades alone Prompt me some witty some revengeful Devil His Devil that could make a bloudy feast Of his own son and call the gods his guests Her 's that could kill her aged Sire and cast Her Brothers scatter'd limbs to Wolves and Vultures Or his that slew his Father to enjoy His mothers bed and greater than all those My fathers Devil Come mischief I embrace thee fill my soul And thou Revenge ascend and bear the Scepter O're all my passions banish thence All that are cool and tame Know old Tyrant My heart 's too big to break I know thy fears Exceed my sufferings and my revenge Though but in hope is much a greater pleasure Than thou canst take in punishing Then my anger Sink to the Center of my heart and there Lie close in ambush till my seeming patience Hath made the cruel Tyrant as secure Though with as little cause as now he 's jealous Whose there Enter two or three I find my nature would return To her old course I feel an inclination To some repose welcome thou pleasing slumber A while embrace me in thy leaden arms And charm my careful thoughts Conduct me to my bed Exit Enter King Haly and Caliph King How do's the Prince how bears he his restraint Ha. Why Sir as all great spirits Bear great and sudden changes with such impatience As a Numidian Lion when first caught Endures the toyl that holds him He would think of nothing But present death and sought all violent means To compass it But time hath mitigated Those furious heats he now returns to food And sleep admits the conversation Of those that are about him King I would I had not So easily believ'd my fears I was too sudden I would it were undone Cal. If you lament it That which now looks like Justice will be thought An inconsiderate rashness King But there are in nature Such strong returns That I punisht him I do not grieve but that he was my Son Ha. But it concerns you to bear up your passion And make it good for if the people know That you have cause to grieve for what is done They 'll think you had no cause at first to do it King to the Ca. Go visit him from me and teach him patience Since neither all his fury nor my sorrow Can help what 's past tell him my severity To him shall in some measure be requited By my indulgence to his children And if he desire it Let them have access to him endeavour to take off His thoughts from revenge by telling him of Paradise and I know not what pleasures In the other world Cal. I shall Sir Ex. King and C. Ma. Haly. Enter Mirvan Ha. Mirvan The King relents and now there 's left No refuge but the last he must be poysoned And suddenly lest he survive his Father Mir. But handsomly lest it appear Ha. Appear To whom you know there 's none about him But such as I have plac't and they shall say 'T was discontent or abstinence Mir. But at the best 'T will be suspected Ha. Why though 't be known We 'll say he poysoned himself Mir. But the curious will pry further Than bare report and the old King's suspitions Have piercing eyes Ha. But those nature Will shortly close you see his old disease Grows strong upon him Mir. But if he should recover Ha. But I have cast his Nativity he cannot he must not I' th' mean time I have so besieg'd him So blockt up all the passages and plac'd So many Centinels and Guards upon him That no intelligence can be convey'd But by my instruments But this business will require More heads and hands than ours Go you to the prison And bring the Keeper privately to me To give him his instructions Ex. several ways Enter Prince and Caliph Cal. Sir I am commanded by the King To visit you Prince What to give a period to my life And to his fears You 're welcome here 's a throat A heart or any other part ready to let In death and receive his commands Ca. My Lord I am no messenger nor minister of death 'T is not my function Prince I should know that voice Ca. I am the Caliph and am come to tell you your Father Is now return'd to himself Nature ha's got The victory o're passion all his rigour Is turn'd to grief and pity Prince Alas good man I pity him and his infirmities His doubts and fears and accidents of age Which first provok'd his cruelty Ca. He bid me tell you His love to yours should amply recompence His cruelty to you And I dare say 't is real For all his thoughts his pleasures and delights Are fixt on Fatyma when he is sad She comforts him when sick she 's his Physitian And were it not for the delight he takes In her I think hee 'd die with sorrow Prince But how are his affections fixt so strangely On her alone sure 't is not in his nature For then he had lov'd me or hated her Because she came from me Ca. 'T is her desert She 's fair beyond comparison and witty Above her age and bears a manly spirit Above her sex Prince But may not I admire her Is that too great a happiness pray let her make it Her next suit to be permitted to visit me her self Ca. She shall Sir I joy to see your mind So well compos'd I fear'd I should have found A tempest in your soul and came to lay it I 'le to the King I know to him that news will be Most acceptable Prince Pray do and tell him I have cast off all my passions and am now A man again fit for society And conversation Ca. I will Sir Exit Prince I never knew my self till now how on the sudden I 'me grown an excellent dissembler to out-do One at the first that has practiz'd it all his life So now I am my self again what is 't I feel within Me thinks some vast design Now takes possession of my heart and swells My labouring thoughts above the common bounds Of humane actions something full of horror My soul hath now decreed my heart does beat As if 't were forging thunder-bolts for Iove To strike the Tyrant dead So now I have it I have it 't is a gallant mischief Worthy my Father or my Fathers Son All his delight 's in Fatyma poor innocent But not more innocent than I and yet My Father loves thee and that 's crime enough By this act old Tyrant I shall be quit with thee while I was virtuous I was a stranger to thy bloud but now Sure thou wilt love

13. But Death in all her forms appears From every thing he sees and hears For whom he leads and whom he bears 14. Love making all things else his Foes Like a fierce torrent overflows Whatever doth his course oppose 15. This was the cause the Poets sung Thy Mother from the Sea was sprung But they were mad to make thee young 16. Her Father not her Son art thou From our desires our actions grow And from the Cause the Effect must flow 17. Love is as old as place or time 'T was he the fatal Tree did climb Grandsire of Father Adam's crime 18. Well mayst thou keep this world in awe Religion Wisdom Honour Law The tyrant in his triumph draw 19. 'T is he commands the Powers above Phoebus resigns his Darts and Iove His Thunder to the God of Love 20. To him doth his feign'd Mother yield Nor Mars her Champions flaming shield Guards him when Cupid takes the Field 21. He clips hopes wings whose aery bliss Much higher than fruition is But less than nothing if it miss 22. When matches Love alone projects The Cause transcending the Effects That wild-fire's quencht in cold neglects 23. Whilst those Conjunctions prove the best Where Love 's of blindness dispossest By perspectives of Interest 24. Though Solomon with a thousand wives To get a wise Successor strives But one and he a Fool survives 25. Old Rome of Children took no care They with their Friends their beds did share Secure t'adopt a hopeful Heir 26. Love drowsie days and stormy nights Makes and breaks Friendship whose delights Feed but not glut our Appetites 27. Well chosen Friendship the most noble Of Vertues all our joys makes double And into halves divides our trouble 28. But when the unlucky knot we tye Care Avarice Fear and Jealousie Make Friendship languish till it dye 29. The Wolf the Lyon and the Bear When they their prey in pieces tear To quarrel with themselves forbear 30. Yet timerous Deer and harmless Sheep When Love into their veins doth creep That law of Nature cease to keep 31. Who then can blame the Amorous Boy Who the Fair Helen to enjoy To quench his own set fire on Troy 32. Such is the worlds preposterous fate Amongst all Creatures mortal hate Love though immortal doth Create 33. But Love may Beasts excuse for they Their actions not by Reason sway But their brute appetites obey 34. But Man 's that Savage Beast whose mind From Reason to self-Love declin'd Delights to prey upon his Kind ON Mr ABRAHAM COWLEY His Death and Burial amongst the Ancient Poets OLd Chaucer like the morning Star To us discovers day from far His light those Mists and Clouds dissolv'd Which our dark Nation long involv'd But he descending to the shades Darkness again the Age invades Next like Aurora Spencer rose Whose purple blush the day foreshows The other three with his own fires Phoebus the Poets God inspires By Shakespear ' s Iohnson ' s Fletcher ' s lines Our Stages lustre Romes's outshines These Poets neer our Princes sleep And in one Grave their Mansion keep They liv'd to see so many days Till time had blasted all their Bays But cursed be the fatal hour That pluckt the fairest sweetest flower That in the Muses Garden grew And amongst wither'd Lawrels threw Time which made them their Fame outlive To Cowly scarce did ripeness give Old Mother Wit and Nature gave Shakespear and Fletcher all they have In Spencer and in Iohnson Art Of flower Nature got the start But both in him so equal are None knows which bears the happy'st share To him no Author was unknown Yet what he wrote was all his own He melted not the ancient Gold Nor with Ben Iohnson did make bold To plunder all the Roman stores Of Poets and of Orators Horace his wit and Virgil's state He did not steal but emulate And when he would like them appear Their Garb but not their Cloaths did wear He not from Rome alone but Greece Like Iason brought the Golden Fleece To him that Language though to none Of th' others as his own was known On a stiff gale as Flaccus sings The Theban Swan extends his wings When through th' aetherial Clouds he flies To the same pitch our Swan doth rise Old Pindar's flights by him are reacht When on that gale his wings are stretcht His fancy and his judgment such Each to the other seem'd too much His severe judgment giving Law His modest fancy kept in awe As rigid Husbands jealous are When they believe their Wives too fair His English stream so pure did flow As all that saw and tasted know But for his Latin vein so clear Strong full and high it doth appear That were immortal Virgil here Him for his judge he would not fear Of that great Portraicture so true A Copy Pencil never drew My Muse her Song had ended here But both their Genii strait appear Joy and amazement her did strike Two Twins she never saw so like T was taught by wise Pythagoras One Soul might through more Bodies pass Seeing such Transmigration here She thought it not a Fable there Such a resemblance of all parts Life Death Age Fortune Nature Arts Then lights her Torch at theirs to tell And shew the world this Parallel Fixt and contemplative their looks Still turning over Natures Books Their works chast moral and divine Where profit and delight combine They guilding dirt in noble verse Rustick Philosophy rehearse When Heroes Gods or God-like Kings They praise on their exalted wings To the Celestial orbs they climb And with the Harmonious sphears keep time Nor did their actions fall behind Their words but with like candour shin'd Each drew fair Characters yet none Of these they feign'd excels their own Both by two generous Princes lov'd Who knew and judg'd what they approv'd Yet having each the same desire Both from the busie throng retire Their Bodies to their Minds resign'd Car'd not to propagate their Kind Yet though both fell before their hour Time on their off-spring hath no power Nor fire nor fate their Bays shall blast Nor Death's dark vail their day o'recast A Speech against Peace at the close Committee To the Tune of I went from England BUt will you now to Peace incline And languish in the main design And leave us in the lurch I would not Monarchy destroy But only as the way to enjoy The ruine of the Church Is not the Bishops Bill deny'd And we still threatned to be try'd You see the Kings embraces Those Councels he approv'd before Nor doth he promise which is more That we shall have their Places Did I for this bring in the Scot For 't is no Secret now the Plot Was Sayes and mine together Did I for this return again And spend a Winter there in vain Once more to invite them hither Though more our Money than our Cause Their Brotherly assistance draws My labour was not lost At my return I brought you thence