yellow coates When Ceres golden locks are nearly shorne And mellow fruit from burdned trees are torne VVhen little lads sit on a bank to shale Their ripned nuts pluckt in the woody vale That pales the red blush of the summers face Tearing the leaves the summers covering Three moneths in weaving by the curious spring The laden boughes VVith swelling pride crown Autumnes smiling browes The year in childbed The teeming year big with her rich increase Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime Like widowed wombes after their Lords decease VVhen yellow leaves or none or few do hang Upon those boughs that shake against the cold The twilight of the yeare Vertumnus sits and courts his lov'd Pomona The cold Autumnal dewes are seene To cobweb every greene The saplesse branches do'ffe their summer suits And wean their winter fruits VVhen stormy blasts enforce the quaking trees To wrap their trembling limbes in mossie freeze Fair summers pride begins to fade away And night â—'encroach upon the houres of day The time of declination and decay The flailes upon the floore begins to groane Autumne uprears his aged head VVith timely apples chaind The Lyons flaming main Ripens the fruit and the full year susteins Her burthened powers The Autumne with fair Ceres crownd Now paid the sweaty plowmans greediest prayer And by the fall disrob'd the gaudy ground Of all her summer ornaments and faire attire VVhen droope the sweetest flowers And rivers swoll'n with pride oreflow their banks Poore growes the day of summers golden houres And voyd of sap stand Ida's Cedar ranks The pleasant meadowes sadly lay In chill and cooling sweats By rising fountains or as they Feard winters wastful threats The clustered grapes swell till their skin Can scarce contein the wine barrelled within The year is in her pride And the grape full with wine purples her side VVhen the clear aire keeps a divided seat Affording sometimes cold and sometimes hear VVhen an unseen decay And slow consumption steals the leaves away VVhen every wind in fury beats his stroke Against the ribs of the broad spreading oake Awake VVith silken wings soft sleep flew from his eyes Light doth divorce the low and upper lids The eyes resume their charge The wakened sences had unlockt the eyes VViping the drowsie slumbers from his eyes B. â—abe v. Infant Bacchus THe juycie God The God of grapes Nysaeus Bacchus Lyaeus Bromius Even great Jacchus Vide Sands Ovids Met. lib. 3. page 107. The twice born God Father Eloleus Thyon never shorne Lenaeus planter of life-chearing vines Nyctelius The God that holds in aw The spotted lynxes which his chariot draw The leavy God of Naxus The dimpled son Of Semele that crownd upon his tun Sits with his grapie chaplets VVhose chariot is by savage Tygeâ—s drawn The genial planter of the vine The fire-born God Bacchanals v. Orgies Bald. That bears a bowling alley on his head Bald as a gourd not an hair betwixt him and heaven Whose head doth want its native ornament Unshadowed heads an unthatcht head v. Haire Whose head is bare Wearing or none or else some borrowed haire Bald as old time behind In the winter of his age when his leaves fall Bankes The rivers hem lips ledges shelves brewards The margents of the rolling brook The winding borders The mossie fringes of the flood The rivers grassie fringed skirâ—s Shelving borders The Chrystal currents flowry brinks The embroydered margins of the flood The painted margins of the silver brook Where thousand yellow flowers at fishes look That Flora us'd to sit upon Curling her fair locks in the liquid glasse When she her gems and rich attire put on Whose trees fringe round the waters brink And with their thirsty roots her moysture dâ—ink Banners Streamers ancients ensignes flags pennons The curled flags dance in the waving 〈◊〉 And with their crispy streamings heaâ—â—en on To the approaching fight Banquet v. Feast Baptism The sacred fount The holy â—aâ—er Soul-purging water The healthful stream Heavenly dew Base v. Voluptuous Wicked One of strange and ill contrived desires One of a narrow yet intemperate mind A son of earth enthralled to the sence Lethargick Slumbering soules Lanke souls that in no other thing delight But what may please the sensual appetite Who all things in the earth amends By being worse tha◠〈◊〉 Bastard The wretched pledges of the wanton bed The lucklesse issue of dishonest woâ—bes The upbraiding burthen of a shameless crime Where lust Impostumes for a birth of bastardie Heâ—vens Image coyn'd with a forbidden stamp That comes saucily into the world before he is sent for The lusty stealth of nature The common issue of the earth by channel Accursed issue of unlawful sheets Though unable to speak yet at his birth Tells a plain story to his mothers shame Bat. v. Evening The mungril bird The winged neuter The leather-winged mouse that never flies Till the reâ—e evening curtain up the Skiâ—s Bath Like to a Lilly sunk into a glass Like soft loose Venus as they paint the lass Born in the Seas Or like an Ivory image of a grace Neatly inclosed in a thin Chrystal case The water beaâ— by her hands made lines in his face and seemed to smile at such beating and with twenty bubbles not to be content to have the picture of her face in large upon him but he would in each of these bubbles set forth her miniature Battell v. Warre Beard A well-thatcht-face that hairy argument of age Naâ—ures manly bounty Uneffeminated chinne Mans prerogative Beasts The stubborn droves That haunt the deserts and the shady groves The wild Burgesses of the Forrests Forrest Citizens Fierce walkers of the Wilderness Wild Forresters Beauâ—ie The eyes Idol a damask skin Loves common stratagem Natures Epistle Natures best Orthography Natures silent Rherorick dumb commendation Natures Italian hand Loves dumb Orator Loves lure call day-net bait Loves artillery Better colourd dirt The eyes Musick Natures Idea The light Which ages cloud 〈◊〉 soon benight The Fort which cannot long hold out The battery of time The load-stone of desire Chief object of delighted sence Pseasing tyranny May-game of time and sickness Youths proud livery Freedomes golden-hook The Rose mixt Lilly Loves Engineer Factour Captivating look The bait of bestial delight The work of pleased nature Sweet silent Rhetorick of perswading eyes Dumb Eloquence of the face Attractive load-stone Still harmony whose diapason lies Within a face The priviledge of Nature Dumb comment Beautifull Fairer than the morn Natures proud Master-peece Whom all grow rivals for A thousand Cupids shoots she from her eyes Fair as the dawning morn The Mine the Magizin the Common-wealth of Beanty The first and best original Of all fair copies Whose radiant look striks every gazing eye Stark blind and keeps th' amaz'd beholder under The stupid tyranny of love and wonder Whose eyes let out more light than they take in Whose rich beauty lent Mintage to other beauties for they went But for so much as they were like to
doth give her room Unto the shady gloome When rising stars shal spread Their golden flames Evening star The star that ushers in the Even And gives a beautie to the sober West The sea bath'd star that brings Night on and first displaies her sable wings That Titan warnes to bed The glistering herald that proclaimes the night That bright star that last forsakes the skies Ever v. Never Till dissolution date times nights and daies While radiant stars shall run their usual race Whilst Neptunes armes the fruitful earth embrace Whilst Cynthia shall her hornes together close While Lucifer the rosie morne fore-showes While lofty Arctos shuns the salt profound While shades the mountains cast streams to the main Their tribute pay or skies the stars sustein While spangling stars shall give the skie their light Till time and memory shaâ—l be no more Whilst land the sea and aire the land shall bound Whilst labouring Titan runs his glorious round Whilst ther 's a summer to succeed the spring Or Autumne winter Whilst upon his wing Time hath a feather Till Lachesis have no more thread to spin To the last syllable of recorded time Whilst the sun light or earth doth shadowes cast Till time that gives all have an end Whilst the celestial orbes in order roule And turn their flames about the stedfast pole Experience That looks with eyes of all the world beside An with all ages holds intelligâ—nce In credit by the trust of years Wisedomes great looking-glasse Mistresse of fooles That dear bought learning Extasie The soul eclipst Th'intranced soul The short divorcement of the soul That shorter death F. Face WHose face is beauties chair of state Where in triumphant majesty she sate Nature made And gave the damâ—k rose its pleasant grace That men might liken somewhat to her face Envy would burst had she no other taske Than to behold this face without a maske Making the eyes glad prisoners to her face Unpattern'd beauty summon'd all her grace To the composure of so sweet a face A face wherein The linked Deities their graces fix Where roses with unsullied lillies mix A face worthy a Goddess Immortal frame of a matchlesse beauty A face wherein doth swim A flood of beauty Râ—ch beams of beauty shine within her face Beauties Elisium Tempe Elixir Magazin Quintessence Exchequer Transcript of perfection Thâ—t box where sweets compacted lie Beauty takes up her place And dates her letters from that face When she doth wâ—ite Hive of sweetnesse Rich magazin of sacred treasure Whence graces spring in unconfined measure The lilly and the rose So much contending lately for the place Till both compounded in her beauteous face Perfections magazin where beauty doth command desire That court of beauty where the Queen Oâ— Love doth keep eternal residence Where beauty spreads Her glittering wings where majesty Crown'd with sweet smiles shoots from her eye Diffusive joy The dining roome When love and beauty will on feasting come The silver horned moon is faine Still by night to mount her waiâ—e Fearing to sustein disgrace If by day she meet this face That pretious book of love Unbound volume of beauty That paper perfect white Where love hath writ the story of delight With beauties reddest inke by nature stirr'd If that Geometry had lost proportion Sheneed look no where else to find it A face to which all that look upon it yeild obedience So that the only means to be rebellious is to be blind Invites delight and courts the longing eye A face Which neither rhetorick noâ— glasse can flatter Beauties tower a face in which is seen Natures best picture of the Cyprian Queen A face which Gods might move And like Tydides wound the Queen of love That face which nature looks on when she drawes Wiâ—hin a look the pandects of all lawes Concerning symmetry which Jove doth view When he would give his silver flakes their true And proper tincture which the lillies make Their sampler when their native white they take A face that owes the wealth of nature Fair. v. Beautiful Bright Fair as the Eastern morne When with her summer robes she decks the plains And hangs on every bush a liquid pearle In May's triumphant moneth As the replenisht moone Faire As Phaebus raies gilding the glittering aire More faire Phaebus nere chariots through the gilded aire Holding resemblance with those spotlesse skies Where slowing Nâ—lus want of rain supplies That Chrystal heaven where never Phaebus shroâ—dâ— His golden beams nor wrapt his face in in clods Fair as unshaded light or as the day In its fairest biâ—th when all the year was May. Faire Weather V. Calme The pleased heavens their fairest livery wear The face of heaven is masked with â—o clouds Nor wrinckled into frownes Fairies The airy troop which nimbly play And by the springs dance out their summers day Teaching the little birds to build their nest And in their singing how to keep their rest Which whilst they measures tread Within the meadowes make such circles green As if with garlands it had crowned been Those elves That pinch those maids that have not swept their shelves And if by chance by maidens oversight Within door water were not brought at night Or if they spread no table set no bread These nip them from the toe unto the head But for the maid that hath perform'd each thing They in the water pale do leave a ring Which lend their weaker glow-worme firâ— To conquer the nights chilnesse with their Queeâ— In harmless revels tread the happy green That by moon-shine ringlets make VVhere the ewe no meat will take That in cowslâ—p bells do lie When they hear the owlets cry On the bats back which do fiy The moon-shine revellers and shades of night The Orphan heirs of fixed destiny The glow-worms are their torch-bearers lanthornes The elves for fear Creep into acorn cups and hide them there Dâ—ncing their ringlets to the whistling wind Clâ—d in the snakes enamel'd skin Killing the cankers in the muske-rose buds Warring with reare-mice for their leather wings To make the small elves coats The yellow-skirted Fayes That tread the moon-lov'd maze The honey bagges steal from the humble bees And for night tapers steal their waxen thighes And light them at the fiery glow-worms eyes And pluck the wings from painted butter-flies To san the moon-beams from their sleepy eyes That dance by drowsie fires glimmering light In a field of yellow broom Or in checkerd meadowes where Mints perfume the gentle aire And where Flora spends her treasure There they dance their circled measure There is Mab the mistresse Fairy That doth nightly rob the dairy And can hurt or help the churning As she please without discerning She that pincheth country wenches If they rub not clean their benches And with sharper nayles remembers When they rake not up their embers But if so they chance to feast her In their shooe she drops a tester This is she that empties cradles Takes out children puts in ladles Tâ—ains
the woods on every side While his faire mistresse like a stately bride With flowers and gemâ—s and Indian gold doth spangle Her lovely locks her lovers looks to tangle When gliding through the aire in mantle blew With silver fringe she drops the silver dew Aurora now her treasures forth had brought Edging the silver clouds with fringe of gold And hangs the skies with arras rarely wrought â—ouder'd with pearl and pretious stones untold Yet weeps shee for she thinks it all too small To welcome great Apollo to her hall The glorious sun doth gild the day â—ights chearâ—ul dame in safâ—ron robes did shine Whose silver beams through every part dispeâ—st Of the terrestrial globe did now refine The thickned aire and leavie forâ—ests peirâ—'t Now sparkling Titan burnisht Neptunes waves And spread his beams on earths enamelâ—'d brest The bashful morne doth long in vain Court the amorous Marigold With sighing blasts and weeping rain Yet she refuseth to unfold But when the planet of the day Approacheth with his powerful ray Then she spreads then she receives His waâ—mer beams into her virgin leaves The blushes of the morne appear And now she hangs her pearly store Fiâ—hed from the easterne shore 〈◊〉 cowslips bell and roses leaves The rapid motion of the spheers Old night from our Horâ—zon bears And now declining shades give way To the reâ—urne of chearful day The morne doth now display The purple ensigne of ensuing day The sun ready to ride Nights duskie shadowes flie And morning flecks the rose-enamell'd skie Phebus now prunes himself His way is strow'd with roses The beauteous Harbenger of day â—â—â—sht from the Eastern pillow where she lay Claspt in her Tythons armes red with those kisses Which being enjoy'd by night by day she misses As soon as Titan gilds the eastern hills And chirping birds the Saints-bell of the day Ring in our ears a warning to devotion Light now repaâ—â—es the wrongs of night When Sol with morning glory fills the eyes Of gazing mortals whose victorious ray Chacing the night rethrones deposed day The illustrious prince of light Riseth in glory from his Crocean bed And tramples down the horrid shapes of night The early bugle horne Of Chantecleer had summon'd up the morne The easterne lamps begin To faile and draw their nightly glory in Ere the first cock his maâ—â—ens rings By this the bâ—oad saâ—'â— Quirister of night Surceas'd her screeching note and took her flight To the next neighbouring ivie Birds and beasts Forsake the warme pâ—otection of their nests And nightly dens whilst darknesse doth display Her sable curtains to let in the day Phaebe now to the lower world râ—tires Attended with her train of lesser fires The gray-ey'd â—anitor doth now begin To ope his easterne portals and let in The new borne day which having lately hurld The shades of night into the lower world The dewie cheek'â— Aurora doth unfold Her purple curtains all besring'd with gold And from the pillow of his Crocian bed Don Phaebus raiseth his refulgent head That with his all discerning eyes survaies And gilds the mountains with his morning raies In the flowry east Fair Erycina with her beamy crest Raiseth Aurora and she starts with blushing From aged Tithons cold armes quickly rushing Opens the wide gaâ—â—s of the welcome day And with a beck summons the sun away Who quickly mounting on his glistering chaire Courseth his nimble horse through the aire With swiâ—ter pace than when he did pursue The lawrel changed Nimph that from him flew The morne in russet mantle clad Walks ore the dew on yond high eastern hill The glow wormes uneffectual fire begins to pale Aurora rising from her blushing wars Doth with her rosie hand put back the stars Now ore the sea from her old love comes she That drawes the day from heavens cold axletree When light â—â—â—ps through the glimmering eye-lids of the morne Flame-snorting Phlegon's ruddy breath began â—educing day to gild the Indian Aurora's saffron ray On the Horizon doth renew the day Auâ—oâ—a weary of her cold embrace With her old spouse began in Inde apace To paint her portal of an opal hue Before the worshipt sun Pears through the golden windowes of the east The all chearing sun In the remotest east begins to draw The shady curtains of Aurora's bed The gray eyed morne smiles on the frowning night Checkering the easterne clouds with streaks of light And freckel'd darnesse like a drunkard reeles From sorth daies path and Titans burning wheeles When silver streaks do lace the blushing clouds Nights candles are burnt out and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountains top The rising sun peeps ore the hills with a hearty draught Of morning dew salutes the welcome day Aurora now puts on her crimson blush And with resplendent raies gilds ore the tops Of th' aspiring hills the pearly dew Hings on the rose bud tops and knowing it â—ust be anon exhal'd for sorrow shrinks And melts into a tear The larke begins his flight And singing startles the dull night From his watch tower in the skies Till the dapled morne doth rise The early laâ—k With other winged choristers of the morn Chant forth their anthems in harmonious aires The morning strows roses and violets Upon the silver pavements of the heaven Against the coming of th' approaching sun The morning had given the stars leave to take their rest By that the next morning begins to make A gilded shew of a good meaning Ere that the morning shall new christen day The morning drawes dew from the fairest greenes Against th' approach of her burning lover to wash her face withall The morning winning the field of darknesse The night grown old his black head waxen gray The morning steals upon the night Melting the darknesse The wolves have preyed and the gentle day Before the wheâ—les of Phaebus round about Dapples the drowsie east with spots of gray Ghosts wandering here and there Troope home to Churchyards damned spirits all Unto their wormy beds repaire The easterne gates all fiery red Opening on Neptune their dispersed beams Turne into yellow gold his salt-green streams Sol fires the proud tops of the easterne pines And darts his lightning through each guilty hole Out from the fiery portal of the east When ruddy Phaebus had with morning light Subdued the east and put the stars to flâ—ght When Phaebus harbenger had chas'd the night And tedious Phosphar brought the breaking light When the plowman near at hand Whistles ore the surrow'd land And the milk maid singeth blithe And the mower whets his sithe And every shepheard tells his tale Under the hawthorne in the dale Morpheus v. Sleep His dreaming pace was so That none could say he moov'd he moov'd so slow His folded armes athwart his breast did knit A â—luggards knot his nodding chin did hit Against his panting bosome He wore a Crown of poppy on his head And in his hand he bore a Mace of Lead He yawned c. The drowsie
Aurora's liquid pearl Gemmes which adorne The beauteous tresses of the weeping morne The tears that swell the roses blushing checks As if the earth to welcome in the morn VVould hang a jewel on each ear of corne That in a gentle shower Drops pearls into the bosome of a flower The pearly drops which youthful May Scatters before the rising day Diana's silver sweat The pearly purled showres Hangs on the rose bud tops and knowing it Must be anon exhaled for sorrow shrinkes It selfe into a tear That from Aurora's eyes In Chrystal tears is wept when she must leave The bed whereon her lov'd Tithonus lies The aire close mourner for the setting sun Bedewes her cheeks with tears when he is gone To th' other world The cold sweat of the morne Diana v. Phaebe The chast-born arrow-loving Queen The chast-born seed of Jove The beamy Queen The virgin huntresse The maiden archer The grovy Queene Bow-bearing goddesse The goddesse of Gargaphia Titania Cynthia Trivia The three shaped goddesse Phebus bright sister Latona's shining daughter Dido Unhappy Carthaginian Queen Infortunate Eliza. Phaenician Phrygian Tyrian Sidonian Queen Aeneas lucklesse hostess Good Sichaeus widow To Die v. Death Souls departed To cast off the robe of clay To drop into the grave To pass the fatal ferry Death unjoynts the soul and body Whose latest breath Hath freely paid their full arrears to death Become a tenant to the grave Matriculated among the dead Enrolled in the Register of death To quit scores with nature Rak't up in deaths cold embers The stiffening cold benums her senceless limbs The winter of cold death Congeales her path of life and stops her breath To make A swift descent into the Stygian lake Hâ—s eyes do swim in night To pay their debt to the exacting fates To go on natures embasse Like poor farmers pay Quit-rent to nature on the very day When we bequeath Our bodies as a Legacy to death When death shall lulle us in eternal rest The meeting eyelids conclude a lasting league To house with darkness and with death When we must Resolve into neglected dust When we must Resolve to our originary dust When we must Commit an incest with our mothers dust Their rolling eyes together set in debt Together they expire their parting breath Their heavy eyes with dying motion â—urning They close and sigh out death To dislodge the soul To passe the flamy pile To accomplish their fate To pay his period to fate Smâ—ke to the house of death Whose soul hath fled th' abodes of men To pay tribute to the fates To Pluto's mansion dive To hide his wretched head In Ploto's house and live amongst the dead To kisse the cup of death To nature he obedience gave And kneeld to do her homage in the grave His eyes possesse eternal night The Parcae with impartial knife Have left his body tenantless of life â—ossest with lasting sleepe The pale ghost fleets into aire â—reading the pathes that lead â—o the dark region of the dead â—olded up in death To force Between two long-joyn'd lovers sad divorce When life doth ebbe away â—ost in cold night of death To fall To a loathed nothing in the â—uneraâ— To become A Potentate within the starry court Free from th' Eclypse of earth Fee from the darksome prison of their clay To break the prison of our clay To sayle ore the vast main of death To shift our flâ—sh to crosse the Sâ—igian lake Tâ—at have performed the taske of life Put out the tapour of our dayes A soul uncas'd unorgand by the hand of death To sleepe in peaceful ashes Death unclasps the fleshy cage To have his exit from the common scene Death breaks the shell of sin And there is hatcht a Cherubin The Gordian knotted band Of lifes untied To pay the shot at natures table To return to their mothers dusty lap The body is confined to dust Take a poor lodging in a bed of dust VVrapt in the cold embraces of the grave To pay to nature her last duties To walk the way of nature To submit to the law of nature â—n the falling eye-lids death appears VVhen we that precipice shall tread Vhence none return that leads unto the dead The tombe Yawns to devoure him Darknesse veiles the setting light VVe to the graves infernal prison must Descend and rot in silent shrouds of dust Death's all-curing hand doth close the eyes Lost in the ashes of their funeral Dying Beauty Fair eyes enâ—ombed in their sweet circles Death dallying seeks To entertain it self in loves sweet place Decayed roses of discoloured cheeks Do yet retain fair notes of former grace And ugly death sits fair within her face Sweet remnants â—esting of vermilion red That death it self doubts whether she be dead So lookt once poyson'd Rosamund The lâ—llies and the roses that while ere Strove in her cheeks till they compounded were â—ave broke their truce and fiercely fall'n to blowes And now the lilly hath overcome the rose Different Twixt whom is so great odâ— Almost as twixt the furies and the Gods Who these would make to meet he may as well A reconcilement work twixt heaven and hell Most inconsistent beings Difficult VVhich may employ the strength of all their car And taske their best endeavours Uneasie taske enough to rack the brain To bring about and make all study vain All Hercules twelve labours put in one VVould not hold weight with this alone Discourse Discourse thus entertaind the day And in discourse consum'd the shortned night VVith such discourse they entertaind the feast That tane away dispose themselves for rest They rise with day Disease That tedious guest Hâ—rbenger of death Blood-sucker Deaths arrowes Deaths pale unwelcome mâ—ssenger Vertues shop Vertues sharp schoolmaster Unwelcome guest Sad companion Unwelcome visitor The Aâ—mighties rod. The bodies jâ—rring and untuned Musick That consumes the reins And drinks the blood out of the swelled veines Doubt Doubtful Even as a ship upon the raging sea Be ween two winds crosse tossed every way Uncertain knowes not in what course to set her O my divided soul how do I tremble Like to the doubtful needle twixt two loadstones One thought another doth controle So great a discord wracks the wavering soul Such thoughts had Biblis when she wooed her brother Such Meleagers mother when she held The faâ—al brand With a battel in the fighting thoughts As when a mighty Oake now almost fell'd his fall On each side thâ—eatens and waves to and â—roâ— The ague palsie of the soul The tumult of distracted minds Plunged in doubtful passions The tempest of the thoughts A strange confusion in the troubled soul Whose flying thoughâ—s are at no certain â—â—and The jarring passion of the struggling soul Quandaring passion The souls Labyrinth Tâ—de of the mind Earthquake of the brest The megrim of the soul Euripus of the mind Tost like a ship twixt two encountring tides Dove The feathered steeds that Venus chariot draw The harmless nuntios of peace which have all
unfram'd Ere nature had that face they chaos nam'd Ere Titan did the world with light adorn Or waxing Phoebe filld her wained horn Ere the self-poysed earth in the Aire was plaâ—'d Or Amphytrite the vast shore embrac'd To all Eternitie v. Ever Ethiopian Upon whose brow And curled locks the scorching sun doth show His lasting tyrannie A wainscot face Which in the clearest light Bears in his face still a continued night Whose face wears natures mask natures vizard That dive the bâ—iny seas For those gay things which so much fancy please Gods image cut in Ebony or Jet Eve Nosooner woman than a wife The general universal Grandame The bride Taken from out her sleeping husbands side Satans first factour Temptations handsel On whom the Devil first did make essay To â—y his cunning in the tempting way Evening Phoebus bright chariot now had run Past the proud pillers of Ascmena's son The sun doth gallop down the western hill The eb of day the winter of the day The Autumne of the light When doubtful light Draws on the dewie chariot of the night To Thetis watry bowers the sun doth hie Bidding farewel unto the gloomy skie The labour of the day now near at an end From steep Olympus Phoebus steeds descend When the eye of heaven Is quite clos'd up and hath with earth made even The drooping light Begins to treble the encreasing shades Now hasty Titan to th' Hesperian seas Descends Phoebus now enters the Tartessian main The old age of the day When day doth end And Phoebus panting steeds to seas descend The day declines his light And earth-born shades had clothed the world with night The day grown old and weak The evening now descended and did steep The eyes of all men with desire of sleep The day grows old And gins to shut in with the Marigold The neat-heards kine do bellow in the yard And dairie maides for the milk pâ—epar'd Now great Hyperion leaves his golden throne That on the dancing waves in glory shone For whose declining on the western shore The oriental hils black mantles wore When the gentle Aire Breaths to the sullen night a soft repair Now the setting Sun To drown as much of his bright orb begun As the Moon wants when after ful she wainâ— Or grows near ful when daies last light Gives place to the approach of duskie night Night in her black shade Shuts up the day The setting sun doth hisse Drencht in the sea The declining of the parting day Now Titans orbe halfe drowned in the seas Gave part to us part to th' Antipodes When the declining lamp Trebles the shadowes and the evening damp Begins to moysten and refresh the earth When day yeilds up his right To the succeeding Emperess of night The envious west Too greedy to enjoy so fair a guest Calls Soll to bed where ravisht from our sight He leavs us to the solemn frowns of night The drooping light Expiting of the day Day in her death-bed Day undressing What time the bright sunâ— fiery teame Towards the western brim begins to draw Arrival of the night The sullen night now her black curtains spread Lowring the sun had tarried up so long Whose faire eyes closing sofâ—ly stole to bed When all the heavens with dusky clouds were hung When birds wild musick burthen every bough And with their chiâ—pings lullaby the day Hushing the silent night Sleepy light When as the sun hales towards the western shade And the trees shadowes three times greater made Phaebus ray sunk in the seas Sols steeds retire To quench their burning fetlocks and to steepâ— Their flaming nostrils in the westerne deepe The suns half buried in a cloud Whose raies the vapours of approaching night Have rendred weak and faint The declining sun Had hurried his diurnal load To th'borders of the western road By this time had the heavens surrounding steeds Quell'd their proud courage turn'd their fainting heads Into the lower hemisphear to coole Their slaming nostrilâ— in the western poole Night had laid the sun to sleep Now night begins to muffle up the day The wether rings his bell The toyling ploughman drives his thirsty teames To tast the slippery streams The droyling swineheard knocks away and feasts His hungry guests The Box-bill Ousil and the dapled Thrush As rivals meet at their beloved bush The morning of the Antipodes The day growes old the low pitcht lamp hath made No lesse than treble shade And the descending damp doth now prepare T'uncurle bright Titans haire Whose westerne wardrobe now begins â—'infold Her purples fâ—ing'd with gold To cloath his evening glory when th' alarmes Of rest shall call to ly in Thetis armes Time hath lodg'd the sun The weather rings his evening bell The curle-pate waggoner of heaven Had finisht his diurnal course and driven His panting steeds down to the western hill When silver Cynthia rising to fulfill Her nightly course le ts fall an evening tear To see her brother leave the Hemisphear The golden-headed charioteâ— of heaven With hasty speed his prouder rains doth bend His panting horses to their journeys end He blushes and with unrestrain'd careere He hurries to the lower hemispheare And in a moment shoots his golden head Upon the pillow of fair Thetis bed When the candles begin to inherit the Suns office When lights make an artificial day When the Sun like a noble heart shews his greatest Countenance in his lâ—west estate deceased day The Sun makes speed to leaue our west to doe his office in the other hemisphear as if he meant to carry news what stars he left behind Nights black contagious breath Already smoaks about the burning crest Of the old feeble and day wearied Sun The waining of the Sun The bat doth flie Her cloistered flight to sullen Hecats summonâ— The shade born Beetle with his drowsiâ— humme Hath rung nights yawning peal Seeling night Skarfs up the tender eye of beauteous day When like Elinar wiâ—h his evening beamss The Sun hath turn'd to gold the silver streams The treble shades begin to damp The moistened earth and the declining lamp invites to silence Light thickens And the Crow makes wing unto the woods Good things of day begin to droop and drowse Whilst nights black agents to their preys do rowsâ— The west but glimmers with some streaks of day Now spurs the lated traveller apace Unto the timely Inne When as the Nightimgale chanteth her Vesper And the wild forresters couch on the ground The long shades of the hills appear The Sun is fled to Thetis bed When night entombs the dying light What times the gray flie winds her soultry horn The Even-star bright Towards heavens descent had slopt his burnisht wheel Phebus goes to rest Inning his Chariot in the glooming West The Sun in golden Cstariot burld Now bid good morrow to the nether world The evening damp Begins to fall and heavens declining lamp Bespeaks the doubtfull twilight day grows old Invites the fowls to roost the sheep to folds When day
boy The button on fortunes cap. I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fates Happy enough to pity Caesar As if both heaven and earth should undertake To extract the best from all mankind to make One perfect happy man He takes it for an injury If fortune chance to come behind his wish Nor doth wide heaven that secret blessing know To give that she on him doth not bestow Blind fortune is his slave and all her store The lesse he seeks her followes him the more Born under joyful destinies and smiling stars Like to the stately swan Rididing on streams of Blisse more rich array'd With earths delight than thoughts could put in ure To glut the senses of an Epicure Tired with the surfet of delight More fortunate than he To whom both Indies tributary be To move as a star in the orb of happinesse Moving in a Labyrinnth of delight Which have More happinesse than modesty could crave Fortunes great pledge to whom Faâ—e ever ow'd so much Environ'd with delights Commanding Fortune The favourite of heaven In favour with the stars Fortunes darling Minion Swimming bathing in felicity One that knows not so much as the name of misery To whose nativity the Fates doow A swelling glory For whom A glorious thread they spin such as their Loom Is proud to see An happinesse worthy the envy of the gods Happinesse courts him in her best array To whom all blessednesse in nature is a servant Child of indulgent fortune As if Fortune had got eyes onely to cherish him As happy as Metellus As Polycrates Thy tents shall flourish in the joyes of peace The wealth and honour of thy house encrease Thy children and their offspring shall abound Like blades of grass that cloath the pregnant ground Thou full of dayes like weighty shocks of corn In season reap'd shall to thy grave be born The fight of him doth strike the envious blind As the mounted Sun Breaks through the clouds and throws his golden rays A out the world so his increasing dayes Succeed in glory Fountain v. Springs Foul. v. Deformed Free Free as the air Free as the mountain wind My soul enjoyes an unrestrained freedome With all th' indulgence of fair liberty My thoughts disclaim all right and interest Any can challenge in me Unshâ—ckled souls Unengaged thoughts Friends A pair of friends or rather one call'd two Our but divided selves Diapason of vows and wishes A mind in two divided but not partâ—d A double body and yet single hearted Pylades soul and mad Orestes was In these if we believe Pythagoras That partake of one anothers good and evill with so lively a reflexion that there needs but one blow to make two wounds Oâ—r second selves Our other selves Achilles Patroclus Hercules Hylas Joâ—athan David Titus Gesippus Theseuâ— Perithous Pilades Oâ—estes Damon Pithias Nisus Eurialâ—s Wrapt and woven into all trusts and counsels Nor the silvet doves that flie Yoak'd in Cytherea's Car Nor the wings that lift so high And convoy her sun so far And so lovely sweet and fair Or do more innoble love And so choicely match'd a pair Or with more consent do move Frost Keen frosts have chained up the deep The streams are bound with ribs of ice The floods in icie fetters bound Crusted earth Every honey-headed twig Wears his snowie Periwig And every bough his snowy beard Waters have bound themselves and cannot run Suffering what Xerxes fetters would have done The fish are froze as they swim in the wave The wine is frozen in the cup. The Countrey swain O'r the stiffe waves doth drive his loaded Wain The frozen wine hoth keep the vesselâ— shape A shell of ice doth glaze the Rivers o'r And had Leander such a shore descry'd Then in that narrow sea he had not dy'd The Frost doth cast an icie cream Upon the lakes and Chrystall stream Shew me those flames you brag on you that be Arm'd with those fires wine and Poetrie You are now benumm'd spight of your god and verse And do your Metaphors for prayers rehearse Whilst you that call snow fleece and feâ—thers do Wish for true fleeces and true feathers too Our rivers are one Chrystall shores are fit Mirrours not being now like glasse but it Our ships stand all as planted we may sweaâ— They are not onely born up but grow there While waters they are pavements firm as stone And without faith are each day walk'd upon What parables cal'd folly heretofore Was now discreet to build upon the shore There 's not one dines amongst us with washt hands Water is scarce here as in Africk sands And we expect it not but from some god Opening a fountain by some Prophets rod Who needs not seek out where he should unlock A streâ—m what e'r he struck would be true rock When as heaven drops some smaller drops our sense Of grief 's encreas'd being but deluded thence For whilst we think those drops to entertain They fall down pearls which came down half way rain Green Lands removall now the poor man fears Seeing all water frozen but his tears We suffer day continuall and the snow Doth make a little night become noon now We hear of some inchrystall'd such as have That which procuâ—'d their death become their grave Bodies that destitute of soul yet stood dead and fell not drown'd yet without a Flood Nay we who breath still are almost as they And onely may be call'd a softer clay We stand like Statues as if cast and fit For life not having bâ—t expâ—cting it Each man 's become the Stoicks wise man hence For can you look for passion where's no sense Which we have nor resolv'd to our first stone Unlesse it be one sense to feel w' have none Our very Smiths now work not â—y what 's more Our Dutch men write but five hours and give o'â— We dare provoke faith now we know what 't is To feel cold death onely by suffering this All fires are Vestal now and we as they Do in our Chimnies keep a lasting day Boasting within doores our domestick Sun Adoring it with our Religion We laugh at Fire-briefs now although they be Commended to us by his Majesty And 't is not treason for we cannot guesse That we should pay them for their happinesse Each hand would be a Scevola's let Rome Call that a pleasure hence forth not a doom A Feaver is become a wish we siâ— And think faln angels have a benefit Nor can the thoughts be impious when we see Weather that Booker durst not prophesie Weather may give new Epocha'â— and make Another Since in his bold Almanack Weather may save his doom and by hy his foe Be thought enough for him to undergoe We now think Alabaster true and look A sudden trump should antedate his book For whilst we suffer this we ought not fear The world cannot survive to a fourth year For sure we may conclude weak nature old And
crazie now being she is grown thus cold But frost 's not all our grief we that so sore â—ffer its stay fear its departure more For when that leaves which so long hath stood 'T will make us count from since the second Flood Frown The Hieroglyphick of anger and deniall T' unsmooth the forehead with observ'd distast Furrowing the forehead with an unseen plow To fold the brow in angry frowns The tempest of the face the discontented brow To muffle up the face in frowns The hated strangers fee. The cloud that hangs upon the brow A forehead gathered into frowns A look drest up in frowns â— Brow knit up in clouds of wrath â— Brow whereon dwells anger â—corn fits in state upon his â—urly Brow â— vineger verjuice face To wear a frown upon the brow â—uffled his brow like a new boot Contracted brow To purse the brow To furrow up the face The rising furrows in the brow The sour countenance More angry wrinckles on his brow appear â—han hunted lions in their Fury were Fruit. Summers pregnant treasures Tribute Autumnes burdens The dangling pendants of the trees Pomona's jewels Fruitfull Natures chiefest wardrobe no other soil Doth more reward the industrious plowmans toil With rich encrease no other pastures keep More horned heads more wealthy fleeced sheep Where the bleating flocks And horned herds do graze the labouring ox Wearied in those fat furrows ne'r deceives Hopes which the greediest husbandman conceives Whose tender paps with plenty overflow Fury v. Anger Rage Furies Daughters to old night The Nymphs of Nemesis In snaky curls they twist their dreadfull hair Whose tresses dangle down with hissing snakes And crawling adders with their forked tongues The sisters with their hissing hair Who on the faces of the guilty stare With dreadfull Torches infernall Harpieâ— Eumenedes With snaky curls that on the guilty seise Black midnight imps Erynnis had encompass'd all The Town her snakie hairs and burning brand Shaking us when she rul'd Agave's hand Oâ— the self-mainâ—'d Lycurgus The sullen broods of evil spirits Upon her horrid brows did serpents hisse Her komb kemb'd poyson down Whose scourges wound All guilty souls A sulphureous vapour from her eys possest the fair And sweet complexion of the abused air With pestilence The ghastly Sprites that haunt the gloomy night Black Pluto's messengers Posts Executioners Snake trest sisters with knotted whips of wire Malignant Spirits periwig'd with Snakes Hells hatefull hags Murthering Ministers that in their silent substances Wait on natures mischief Unhallowed hags fell Ministers of fate The diâ—e Tartarean monsters hating light Begot by dismal Erebus and night The Jades That drag the tragick melancholly night V. Virgils Alecto Aen. 7. V. Sands Ovids Met. l. 4. p. 141. Lucans Phemon lib. 5. And with their drowsie slow and flagging wings Clip dead mens bones and from their misty jaws Breath forth contagious darknesse in the air Megaera Alecto Tisiphone Furious v. Angry Mad. VVho would have seen the picture of Alecto or with what manner of conutenance Medea kill'd her own children needed but take his face for the full satisfaction of his knowledge in that point Nor Dindimenian nor the Pythian Priest Are wiâ—h such Fury by their gods possess'd Nor Bacchides nor Corybantes so VVhen on shrill brasse they iterate their blow G. Gale v. Wind. VVhispering Gale A Came dallying with the leaves along the Dale VVhich whispers out its tale In such soft language as but fills the sail The flitting Gales That cool the bosome of the fruitfull Vales. Natures soft fan The airs cool whispers Soft spirits of the air The wind pants out small gusts as out of breath Gamester Blacking the night with oathes and imprecations Spending the day In cursing fortune and his fruitlesse play That civil gun-powder which can in peace Blow up whole houses and their whole increase Thâ—t spends his time In oaths and exclamations on his fate That makes his whole estate a lottery Bewitched with their hopes they nere give ore Looking to gain their own or to win more There is but a cast at dice betwixt him and a beggar Ganimed Joves beauteous Catamite Whom Joves majestick bird to heaven trust up To â—iâ—gle nectar in his genial cup. From Ida's shady top Juno's fair rival Garden v. flowers Pleasant place Garland v. Crown Leavie twines wreathes Flowry chaplets Verdant incirclets Glorious impalement of the brow Garments Vestment habits habiliment array raiment livery robes mantles garbe weeds vestures The bodies sheath scabbard Fairest covers of the foulest shame Foule fair marks of our misery Gemmes The pibbles paving Neptunes court The riches of the unsounded deep That gay purchase which doth make The scorched Negro dive the briny lake As rich a gemme As ere enamoured glorious diadem Bâ—ight gemmes Adding new splendour to the diadems The wealthy store Of Ganges and the Erythrean shore Such Cleopatra wore When she first Caesar met The rich seas spoiled store The pride of natures store Rich spoyles of the Eastern shore Shell-fish spoiles What the diving Mooâ—e ' Mongst the red weeds seeks for in th'Easterne shore Some ly in dead mens skulls and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabite there were crept As 't were in scorne of eyes Reflecting gemmes That wooe the slimy bottom of the deep And mock the dead bones that ly scattered by Rescued from the covetous sand To make the seas hid wealth adorne the land And though the Sun did hold his light away You might behold this gemme by its own day Which impart To wondering eyes the workmans art That which the Sultans glistering bride doth wear To these would but as glow-wormes eyes appear The Tuscan Duke's compared showes thick and dark These lâ—ving stars and his a dying spark Ghosts v. Souls departed Dislodged soules Airy shapes Fleeting shades Airy mockeries Unsubstantial phantasmes Sightlesse substances Cold midnight wanderers Glad This day I received my private Gospel Swell swell my joyes and faint not to declare Your selves as ample as your causes are I did not live till now this my first houre Wherein I see my thoughts reacht by my power The earth receives me not 't is aire I tread And each step that I take my advanced head Knocks out a star in heaven More glad than is The teeming earth to see the long'd for Sun Peep through the hornes of the celestial ram My joyes like waves each other overcome And gladnesse drowns where it begins to flow It is the only way to make me contradict my selfe when I accountâ— my selfe miserable I have not any discontent which is not lost in the joy I receive This sweetnesse all the bitternesse of my spirit in my most sensâ—ble dâ—stasts Eenough to blot out all the story of my misfortune I surfeit with excessive joy Can there be a thing Under the heavenly Iris that can bring More joy unto my soul or can present My Genius with a fuller blandishment The raven almost famisht joyes not more When restlesse billowes tumble to the
hearts and none Could own a thought whose best advice could borrow The smallest respite from th'extreams of sorrow The direst Tragedy that ever chaleng'd wonder The rosie die that decks the blushing morne Grew pale and clouds immurd the muffled skies These woes made every one with woe in love That heart is flint that doth not grieve to hear it The high topt firrs that on the mountains keep Have ever since that time been seen to weepe The owle till then 't is thought full well could sing And tune her voice to every bubling spring But when she heard these plaints then forth she yode Out of the covert of an ivie tod And hollowing for ayde so strain'd her throat to shew The lavish wrinckles of a laughing brow Laughing as lechery were wâ—thin their lungs Smiles the cheeke in rest Lawyer That travailes in the knotty â—aw Who purchase land build houses by their tongue And study right that they may practice wrong That studies brawling lawes And setts his voice to sale in every cause His pen is the plough and the parchment the soyle from whence he reapes both coyne and curses Long gown'd warriours Who play in Westminister unarm'd at barriers Purse milking nation gowned vultures Brawling Harpies Whose tongues will live when they are dead Lean. Living Anatomy Breathing skeleton Living charnel house A sack of bones His skin hangs about him like an old ladies loose gown A dwindle One whose ribs like rugged laths rub out his doublet The parched corps do show In the loose skin as if some spirit it were Kept in a bagge by some great conjurer Lean as a whetstone Lean as a rake appears That lookt as pinch with famine Aegypts years Worne out and wasted to the pithlesse bone As one that had a long consumption His rusty teeth forsaken of his lips As they had serv'd with want two prentiships Did through his pallid cheeks and lankest skin Bewray what number were enrank't within How many bones made up this staâ—ved wight Was soon perceiv'd a man of dimmest sight Apparantly might see them knit and tell How all his veiâ—s and every sinâ—w fell His belly inward drawn his belly prest His unfill'd skin hung dangling on his brest His feeble knees with pain enough uphoâ—d Tâ—at pinâ—d carkasse cast as in a mold Câ—t out by deaths grim forme If small legs wan Ever the title of a Gentleman His did acquite it in his flesh pull'd downe As he had liv'd in a beleaguerd town A wretch so empty that if ere there be In nature found the least vacuity 'T will be in him As if his hollow cheeke Had been at buffets with an emberweeke Thâ—t wears good friday in his face Whose hollow cheeks Are faithful Almanacks of ember weaks The pining body to a shadow wears V. Browns Past lib. 2. song 1. Learned v. Eloquent The Muses minion A branch of Minerva's Olive A knowing soul Lights of nature Gulfe of learning Gyant of wit Monarch of wit Quintessence of wit Walking breathing library Atlas of letters Dictatour of learning Zenodotus heart Crates liver Minerva's tower Rich mine of wit Magazin of learning Architect of wit Monarch of Sciences Learnings triumphant Victor That rul'd as he thought fit The whole monopoly of wit Englands third University Whom all the Muses court Walking Vatican In the firmament of learning he will shine to all posteâ—ity a star of the first magnitude A soul so learn'd truth fear'd that she Might stand too nakt near his philosophy Many languagâ—s that departed from Babel in a confusion met in his mouth in a method The only wise And when he dies the fame of wisdome dies Phaebus to him his oracles resign'd Wisdome is only to his breast confiâ—'d v. Aristotle Leaves Trees shadie locks The dangling tresses of the wood The wanton gugawes of the gamesome wind The trees green perewigge The trembling pendants of the boughs The shady covert of the fruit Leda Helens fair mother VVhom Jove deceived like a silver swan And made her lay two egges from whence there came The stoutest brothers and the fairest dame That ever chaleng'd wonder Leggs Cupids columnes The bodies sister pillars Leggs streighter than the thighes of Jove Letters The absent voice and tongue The dumbe discourse The talke at distance Thoughts in black and white The silent language The hand talkes with the paper Discourse by signes betwixt them whom distance have made dumb Friendly communion of the thoughts VVhen distance must deny that priviledge Unto the tongue by dumbe interpreters Letters of sad contents Putting her fingers to unrip the seale Cleaving to keepe those sorrowes from her eyes As it were loth the tidings to reveal VVhence grief should spring in such variety But strongly urg'd both to her will appeal VVhen the soft wâ—x unto her touch implies Sticking unto her fingers bloody red To shew the bad news quickly followed And for a fescue she doth use her tears That when some line shee loosely overpast The drops do tell her where she left the last Her trembling hand as in a feaver shakes VVherewith the the paper doth a litle stir VVhich she imagins at her sorrow shakes And pities it which she thinks pities her Made the short letter long by reading it oft over I burst ope the letter but not till after the third pluck as if theâ— dumbe wax pitying my too nigh approaching unhappinesse seemeâ— to be an unwilling messenger of my misery Letters of glad contents How often did I kisse the seal your letters waxen lock â—ow often did I put it to my lips that by that dumbe show it might unâ—â—derstand its welcome How often did I read and read again the superscription How did I smile at every word every letter promising as many joyes I never lov'd my name till I saw it writ with your hand on the backside of your letter Mâ—ny times did I put my hand to the seal to breake it ope and aâ— many times withdrew it fearing to suâ—fet with excessive joy Leviathan That swarthy tyrant of the Ocean Shielded in his proud scales so close that air Cannot pierce through c. v. Job chap. 41 â— Quâ—rles Job militant p. 260 Light Gods eldest daughter The first-born creature Times first-born issue Beauâ—eous daughter of the sun Lightning v. Thunder The flâ—sh of heavens â—antastick flame Hot flaming issue from the clouds cold wombe That like a viper eates the straitning roome For freâ—'r passage The curled clouds do break into a radiant flâ—me As lighâ—ning by the wind foâ—c'd from a cloud Breaks through the wounded aire with thunder loud Distuâ—bs the day Crushing the justling cloud Râ—rified aire In flashingâ—st eams doth ope the darkned heavens Joves forked shaft The whizzing exhaltations The cleaving tearing riving of the skies Heavens soultry flash Riding upon a paire of burning wings The crosse blew lightning seem'd to open The brest of heaven and let downe â—he sheets of fire Like As Daucius sons Tymber and Larides Such perfect copies were they of
suns bright steeds light from the hills When Phaebus fiery carre Threw darkenesse of its wheels When now the thirsty sun drank up the stars When light doth shew Her silver forehead Aurora rose from her lov'd Tithons bed Fair Nymph whose chast and fragrant beauties run A course that honours and prevents the sun 'T is thou that breaking through th' enlightned â—ire Com'st first abroad and shakst day from thy haire Aurora rose And from her orient tresses threw the light The morning sitting in a throne of gold Survaâ—d the earth The early riser with the rosie hands Soon as the white and red mixt fingred dame Had gilt the mountains with her saffron flame Now the next mornings light sprang from the east And Sols bright raies the dewie shades decâ—east Sols puffing steeds begin to breath out day From their inflamed nostrils The modest morne on earths vast zone The gladsome day doth reâ—enthrone The spring of day Bloom'd from the east The dawning gray The ensigne of a glorious day The morne doth look out of her eastern gates portalls Casements chiding the stars to bed When the next day had with his morning light Redeem'd the East from the dark shades of night And with his golden raies had over spread And all the neighbour hills embroydered When the next morning had renew'd the day And the early twilight now had chac't away The pride of night and made her lay aside Her spangled robes The lily-handed morne Saw Phaebus stealing dew from Ceres corne The mounting lark dayes herald got on wing Bidding each bird choose out their bough to sing By this had Chantecleere the village clock Bidden the goodwife for her maids to knock And the swart plowman for his breakfast staid That he might till the lands which fallow laid The hills and vallies here and there resound With the re-ecchoes of the deep-mouth'd hound Each shepheards daughter with her cleanly paile Was come a field to miâ—ke the mornings meale The bees were not got out nor scaly frie Begâ—n to leap and caâ—ch the drowned flie Aurora Kisseth the perfum'd cheeks of dainty Flora The sun our Hemispheare hath repossest The early rising lark sings up the ploughman The Muses friend Gray ey'd Aurora yeâ— Held all the meadowes in a cooling sweat The milk-white Gossamores not upward snow'd Nor was the sharp and useful steering goad Laid on the strong-neck'd oxe no gentle bud The sun had dryde the cattel chew'd the cud Low levell'd on the grasse no flies quick sting Infoâ—c'â— the stone horse in a furious ring To tear the passive earth nor lash his taile About his buttocks yet the sâ—â—my snaile Mâ—ght on the wainscoâ— by his many mazes Winding Meanders and self-knitting traces Be follow'd where he stuck his glittering slime Not yet wâ—pt off it was so early time The careful smith had in his sooty forge Kâ—ndled no coale nor did his hammer urge His neighbours patience owles abroad did fly And day as then might plead its infancy The morne came out with sandals gray Eous and his fellowes in the teame Who since their watring in the westerne streame Had run a furious journey to appease The night-sick eyes of our Antipodes Now sweating were in our horizon seen To drink the cold dew from each flowry green The morning now in colours richly dight Stept ore the easterne thresholds The day drew from the earth her pitchie vaile away And all the flowry vales with carrols rung That by the mounting laâ—ke were shrilly sung The duskie mists rise from the châ—ystal floods And daâ—knesse no where raign'd but in the woods The chast morne all her beauty now discloses Ouâ—-blâ—shing all the emulating roses When the cock with lively dâ—n Sâ—atters the reare of darknessâ— thin Of lisâ—ining how the hounds and horne â—learly rouse the slumbering morne The ruddy horses of the rosie morne Oâ—â— of the easterne gates had newly borne Their blushing Mistresse in her golden chaire Spâ—eading new light throughout oâ—â— Hemispheare The Lyrick larkes practise their sweetest strain Aâ—rorâ—'s early blush to entertain The day star late sunk in the Ocean bed Doâ—h now again repaiâ—e his drooping head And tricks his beaâ—s which with new spangled ore Flame in the forâ—head of the morning skie The day out of the Ocean main Began to peep above this earthly masse With peaâ—ly dew sprinkling the mountain grasse The shining morne bewrays unto the gloomy world her face Before the lamp of light Above the earth upreard his flaming head When the raâ—he morning newly now awake Sâ—arce with fresh beauty furnished her brow Her self beholding in the general lake To which she paies her never ceasing vowes Scarce hâ—d the sun dried up the dewie morne And scarce the heard gone to the hedge for shade The early larke mounts from thâ— sullen earth And sings her hymnes to welcome in the light The prime of day breaks through the pregnant east The sun doth rise And shuâ—s the lids of all heavens lesser eyes With quivers Nymphes adoâ—ne Their active sides and wake the morne With the shâ—ill musick of their horne When everystar fled from th' approaching sun buâ— Lucifer Bright day dissolves the dâ—mps of nighâ— The Pâ—eâ—ades grow dim each nearer star Looseth his light Bootes lazy car Tâ—rnes to the plain complexion of the skies And Lucifer the greaâ— star darkned flies From the hot day Aâ—rora now from Tithons purple bed Arose and th' easterne skie discoloured Gave chearful notice of th' approaching sun The â—osie fingred morne Kisseth each flower that by her dew is borne Envious light chides away the silent night By this Apollo's golden harp began To sound forth musick to the Ocean Which watchful Hesperus no sooner heard But he the daies bright-bearing carre prepaâ—'d And ran before as harbenger of light And with his flaring beams mockâ— ugly night Till she orecome with anguish care and rage Threw down to hell her loathsome carriage The nighâ—'â— dislodg'd and now The morne is trimming of her virgin brow To court the sun when from the western deepe And Teâ—hys lap his glimmering beams do peepe To ascend his glorious carre Daies porter hath unhing'd the painted doore When the sun scatâ—ers by his light All the Rebellions of the night When Chanticleere the bellman of the morne Sâ—mmons up twilight with his bugle horne The nights swift couâ—se with silence is outwornâ— And gives a kind farewell unto the day The wing'd musitians which awake the morne With hollow throats and horned bills do play The illustrious officer of day First worshipt in the east gins to display The glory of his beams then buds unfold Their chary leafes each dew-drown'd marigold Insensibly doth stâ—r it self and spread Each violet lifts up his pensive head The evening of th' Antipodes The early dawn enamelling the airâ— Heaven pâ—ays the good huswife and puts her candles out When first the morning hath her mantle spread The sable night 's dislâ—dg'd and now began Aurora's usher with his wâ—ndy fâ—n Gently â—o shake
molten lead do never want â—hat iust excuse vnanswerable argument Neck 〈◊〉 neck that polisht ivory weares â—ilver pillar whiter far â—hâ—n towers of polisht ivory are Negro V. Aethiopian Nemesis â—â—st goddesse of revenge sterne Rhamnusia â—other of fate and change 〈◊〉 bearer of eternall providence Daughter of frowning iustice â—hich from black clos'd Eternity â—rom thy darke cloudy hidden seate â—he worlds disorders dost descry Which when they swell so proudly great Reversing the order nature set Thou givest thy all confounding doome Which none doth know before it come Neptune The aged father of the floods The wavie Monarch The great sea Admirall The trident armed God Whose state Is next to Ioves Great ruler of the floods The king of surges The Saphyr God of seas The Monarch of the sacred floods The father of the swelling Maine Cerulean God The God whose trident calmes the Ocean The god that earth doth bind In brackish chains He that girds earth in cincture of the sea Whose vast embrace ensphears whole earth He that all lands Girds in his ambient circle and in air Shakes the curl'd tresses of his Saphyr hair The watry King that holds the three tooth'd scepteâ— The god that rides In his blue chariot o'r the surging tides That makes the roaring waves shrink when they feel The heavy burthen of his pressing wheel Whose threeforkt scepter rules the sea Tâ—e Saphyr visag'd God Great master of the floods The unresisted power of the deeps King of waves He that unlocks The gaping quicksands undermines the rocks Saturns warry son Joves watry brother Sea Deitie Tattarean god The universall Admirall Nereides That on the Dolphines back ride o'r the seas Their finning coursers Thet is virgin train The Watry powers goddesses Deities The Nymphs that float upon the watry seas The wanton Nymphs within the watry bowers That o'r the sand with printlesse foot Chace ebbing Neptune That on their heads wear caps of pearly shells Green goddesses of Seas gray Doris daughters That in low corall woods String pearls upon their Sea green hair Psamathe Thetis Doâ—o Galenae Clotho Galaâ—aea Eucrato Glauce Leucothoe Proto Doris Spio Cymodorea Idya Endore Sao Eunica Dynamene Thâ—iaa Pasithee Eulimenâ— Cymathoe Mâ—lite Pherusa Phao Agave Poris Nesaea Erato Panopa Protomedea Hyppothoe Actaea Lâ—ssiaâ—issa Pronaea Euagore Pantoporea Autonone Neso Eione Beâ—oe V. Hesiods Theogonia v. 230. 346 Glauconome Alimeda Hipponeo Laomedia Liagore Cymo Eupompe Themiste Euarne Menippe Petâ—aea Nemertea Ocyrâ—oe Cydippe Tyche Acaste Clyâ—ie Ianthe Lycoris Plexaure Nestor That miracle of aged eloquence He that three ages saw Eloquent gravity The Pylian sage That liv'd to see a treble age Net Corded toyles corded snares Corded mashes Windowie toyles Masht in the net Never The sun shall change his course and find new pathes To drive his chariot in The loadstone leave His faith unto the North. The vine withdraw Those strict embraces that infold the elme In her kind armes ere c. First shady groves shall on the bâ—llowes grow And sea weeds on the tops of mountains show Their flimy chires Heavens fiâ—es shall first fall darkned from their spheare Grave night the light weed of the day shall wear Fresh streams shall chace the sea tough plowes shall tear Their fishie bottome c. Before Sooner fleet minutes shall back rescued be Soonner expect the harvest from the sand Sooner every star May in his motion grow irregular The sun forget to give his welcome flame Unto the teeming earth December sooner shall see primrose grow And swift-pac't rivers in soft murmures flow No more shall mead be deckt with flowers Nor sweetnesse dwell in rosie bowers Nor early buds on branches spring Nor warbling birds delight to sing Nor April violets paint the grove The fish shall in the Ocean burne And fountains sweet shall bitter tuâ—ne The humble oake no flood shall know Black Lethe shall oblivion leave Love shall his bow and shaft lay by And Venus doves waâ—t wings to fly The sun refuse to shew his light And day shall then be turn'd to night And in that night no star appeare No joy above in heaven shall dwell Nor pain torment poor souls in hell Can earth forget her burthen and ascend Oâ— can aspiring flames be taught to tend To earth Then c. Can hills forget their ponderous bulks and fly Like wandering Aromes in the empty skie Or can the heavens grown idle not fulfill Their certain revolutions but stand still And leave their constant motion to the wind T' inherit Then c. Sooner the sun and stars shall shine together Sooner the wolfe make peace with tender lambes Sooner shall rigid Boreas first take wing At Nilus head and boisterous Auster spring From th' icie floods of Izland Then c. You may sooner part the billowes of the sea And put a bar between their fellowship Sooner shut Old time into a den and stay his motion Wash off the swift houres from his downy wing Or steal eternity to stop his glasse Sooner the pibbles on the hungry beach Shall â—illop stars and the mutinous winds Throw the proud Cedars up against the sun When Poe shall wash the topps of Matine hill Or the sea swallow lofty Apennine And strange effâ—cts of love new monsters joyne That Tygers may from hindes seeke lusts delight And the meeke dove is troden by the kite When flocks the Lyons friendship entertain And wanton goats affect the brackish main Then c. Sooner the mountains shall want shady trees Sooner the ships shall not â—aile on the seas And rivers make recourse unto their springs The rivers shall recoile unto their springs The sun shall from the west his course begin The earth shall first with shining stars be fill'd The skies unto the furrowing plough shall yeild The water shall send forth a smoaking flame The fiâ—r shall yeild water back again First shall the birds that welcome in the spring All mute and dumbe for ever cease to sing The summer Ants leave their industrious pain And from their full mouthes cast their loading grain The swift Maenalian hounds that chasing are Shall frighted run back from the trembling â—â—are First nature shall become preposterous No element shall hold his constant seat Heaven shall be earth and earth Joves starâ—y house Fier shall be cold and water shall give hea Summer shall give a snowie livery Unto the ground and does shalllyons fright Through aire the crowes whiter than snow shall fly And the daies brightnesse turne into the night The fish shall not inhabit in the flood And silver swans shall take a jetty die The chaâ—ing boare shall not then haunt the wood With wings then oxen shall divide the skie Marble shall then the wax in softnesse passe The chicken then shall prey upon the kite In the vast welkin shall the staggs seâ—ke grasse The dog forget Arcadian wolves to bite Stars shall enamel earth and from the tree No leaves shall dangle eagles court the dove The highest mounâ—ains then shall levell'd be
Now he that guides the Chariot of the sun On his Ecliptick circle had so run That his brasse-hoof'd fire-breathing horses wan The stately height of the Meridian By this bright Phoebus with redoubled glory Had half way mounted to the highest story Of his Olympick Palace Now labouring men seeing the Sun decline Take out their bags and sit them down to dine The Sun was in the middle way And had o'rcome the one half of the day When as the Sun up to the South aspires And seats himself upon dayes glorious Tâ—rone Ascending through heavens brightest azure vault The Sun is now upon the highest hill Of his dayes journey Now the Mid day had made the shadows short The Evening and the Morn of equall port The Rosie Morn resigns her light And milder glory to the Noon North. The frozen pole where winter which no spring can â—ase With blasting cold doth glaze the Sâ—ythian seas The frozen wain The farthest shore Washt by the Northern Ocean Those whom dayes bright flame Sâ—arce warms Their Northeâ—n Pole VVhere a perpetuall winter binds the ground And glazeth up the floods VVhere Phoebus fire scarce thaws the Isickles Cold Champions where No summer warmth the tree doth chear 〈◊〉 Climates which a sullen air infest 〈◊〉 where Galistho drives her frozâ—n team â—â—here raigns the greater and the lesser Bear â—â—hich from their Poles view all things which they please 〈◊〉 never set beneath the western seas 〈◊〉 the Pole of the Parrhasian Maid 〈◊〉 region under th' Erimanthian Bear V. Cold. Boreas Frost Nose The double doored port â—â—here Zephyrus delights to sport 〈◊〉 Arbitrator betwixt the eyes lest they should 〈◊〉 together by th' ears Stands in bucklers place To take the blows for all the face Noyse â—â—lted voices through the Palace rung Confused noise did smite the gilded staâ—s â—â—pplâ—usive murmures with a flood of air 〈◊〉 justling waves against the rocks 〈◊〉 noise made Mars wounded by Diomede Throwing about their rude confused sounds Clamour flew so high â—â—er wings struck heaven and drown'd all voice â—â—ith tumult broke the air Such a shout Made Polyphemus when his eyes went out Driving affrighted Ecchoes through the air â—ike the loud rattle of the drumming wind Like Canons when they disgorge Their fierie vomits So Aetna roars when c. v. Aeâ—na Their shout not that can passe VVhich the loud blasts of â—hracian Boreas On Piniâ— Offa makes and bows amain The rattling wood A noise horrid and as loud As thunder makes before it breaks the cloud Their noise not that of Thracian Boreas Amongst the Pines of Oâ—â—a can surpasse Nor that which Nilus falling water makes Precipitated from the Cataracts A noise that did the wounded air with terrour fill Such noise doth make Enceladus when he his tomb doth shake Enough to make an Earthquake Like â—he roar of a whole herd of lions As loud a noise as make the Hurrican The River trembled underneath his banks To hear the replication of his sounds No longer hold Their bursting joies but through the air was â—oll'd A lengthened shout as when th' Artillerie Of heavens discharg'd along the cleaving Skie With such a foul great noise that you would say Surely some great Arcadian asse did bray Whose noise appalls Worse than ten Irish Funeralls As when confused cries In dead of night rend the amazed Skies That may be heard to the Antipodes V. Murmure Shout Nuptialls v Marriage Nymphs The wanton rangers of the wood That in the Coral woods string pearls upon their hair The beauteous Sylvan Deities That trip upon the Mountains Or delight in groves and fountains That dally on the flowry hill or vallie The buskin'd Deities Nereides Nayades Dryades Hâ—madryades Oreades O. Oak VVHere stately Oaks are in no lesse account For height or spreading than the proudest be That from high Oeta look on Theassaly So fairly drest With spreading arms and curled top that Jove Ne'r braver saw in 's Dodonean grove â—â—â—es that to fate are Tenants of a longer date â—â—â—nce dangle Acorns cradled in their husks â—â—es sacred Tree Chaonian tree Obscure â—â—ling posing perplexing puzling abstâ—use Enigmaticall requiâ—ing a resolution from the Delian Oracle â—â—rdian language Knotâ—y speeches â—here all is veâ—l'd that he that reads divine â—uching the sense at two removes Language that fits the ear â—â—d mouth of Oedipus to speak and hear Language that walks in mists and shrouds â—s meining in the bosome of a cloud Darker than Plato's numbers Carcinus Poems Archimedes Problems Mysterious language â—â—lian verses Observe v. Mark â—â— Argos Io. To behold with an intentive observing eye To look with eyes that own no other object To behold with gazefull jealous eyes Look Old In the downfall of his mellow years Nature hath brought him to the door of death Nature in him stands on the very verge Of deaths confines Descended into the vale of years Struck with the rod of time A face imprest with aged Characters Her teeth dance in her head like Vitginall Jacks Autumnall face Whose face doth show Like stately Abbies ruin'd long ago When a man is daily betwixt the affliction of diseases and the apprehension of death That hath nothing but ice in his veins and earth in his visage One of four score three night-caps and two hairs A chilly frost surpriseth every member And in the midst of June he feels December There is nothing wherein we may see more lamen table marks of the inconstancy of humane things than in the spoils and ruines of her face Trembling limbs shaking voice A bald-head and childish dropping nose Uâ—â—armed gums Loose cheeks and wrincles madâ— As large as those which in the woody shade Of spatious Tabraca the mother ape Deep furrow'd in her aged cheeks doth scrape When age by times imperious law With envious prints the forehead dimmes When drought and leannesse suck and draw The moisture from the withered limbs Old croan that hath outliv'd her teeth That hath three hairs four teeth a brest Like grashoppers an emmets crest A skin more â—ugged than her coat And dugges like spiders webbes His Temples like the swans soft feathers are A charnell house of bones which yet quick Have quite outliv'd their own Arithmetick Her teeth are fallen out but her nose and chin Intend very shortly to be friends and meet about it When deeper years Hath interwoven snow amongst our hairs When we are bruised on the shelf Of time and read Eternall day-light on our head When with the rheum The cough and Pâ—iâ—ick we consume Into an heap of cynders One foot in the grave Charons boat Daily expected by their winding sheeâ— Whose head is covered with an hoary fleece On whom age snows white hairs Whose every wrinckle tells him where the plow Of time hath furrowed to whom ice doth flow In every vein whose aged head wears snow The living snow The live sepulcher The head which age hath cloath'd in white Old as the withered ram Medaea â—lew VVhose age she in the caldron did renew Ready to
stoop into the yawning grave The tomb Yawns to devour him VVhose chill blood and dull declining years c. A man whom hoary hairs call old Upon whose front time many years had told Arrested by crooked age Prest with a burden of so many years As make him stoop under his load A man whom palsie shakes And spectacles befriend When We are become but statues now of men And our own monuments expecting every day When courteous death shall take their life away Age doth power upon his head a silver shower Grizly hairs â—â—gins to cast th' account of many cares Upon his head Decrepit dayes When creeping age shall quench thy sprightly fires And breath cold winter on thy chill desires When ebbing bloods neap-tides shall strike thy limbs With trembling palsies when dry age bedims The Optick sun-shine of thy bed rid dayes Whose bones and veins may be An argument against Philosophy To prove an emptinesse A man declin'd to his Preterperfect tense In the autumn of his mellow age The glasse accuseth to the face Their want of beauty Whom rotten teeth and wrinckled face And head of snowie hairs disgrace Cold age hath frosted his fair hairs Whose hairs do wear the sober hue of gray Envious time â—â—th delv'd her paralels within her brow â—orty winters have besieg'd the brow And dig'd deep trenches up in beauties field When â—able curls are silver'd o'r with white Time hath spilt snow upon your hair Whose hairs contend with snow That wears snow on his shaking head â—â—e in his hear All whose revolting teeth are fled Now carefull age hath pitch'd her painfull plow Upon the surrow'd brow And snowie blasts of discontented care Hath blanch'd the falling hair That bears in his look the Chronicle of many years ago A memento morâ— One whom death hath forgot How many crows hath she outhv'd She Nestor Of a mellow age Rotten ripe That talks behind a beard As his beard him not he his beard did bear Having satisfied the tyranny of time With the course of many years Like a weather beaten Coâ—duit of many Kings raigns A breathing Chronicle Hands prisoners to the palsie Winter faces whose skins slack Lâ—nk as an unthrifts purse but a souls sack Whose eyes seek light within for all here 's shade Whose moâ—ths are holes rather worn out than made Whose every tooth to a several place is gone To vex their souls at Resurrection Living deaths head more antick than ancient Old age Crooked age Deaths twilight Deaths slumber The bloodlesse age when times dull plow Doth print her fuâ—â—ows in the aged brow VVhen Ladies in their glasse Look for their own and find another face The gray summe of years The winter of our life VVhen golden haits do turn to silver wire Nature hath crost her fornoon book and cleaâ—'d that score But scarce gives further trust for any more VVâ—th silver hairs speaking experience Gray hairs the Pursivants of death bed-rid dayes Fâ—osty hairs Chair dayes Decrepit dayes VVithering the face hollowing the â—heumie eyes And makes a man even a mans self despise VVhen death displayes his coldnesse in the cheek Times colder hand leads us near home Deaths Calends When as the Castles two leav'd gates be barâ—'d When as â—he mill-stones language is not heard When horn-mouth'd Bellmans shall affright â—hy slambers Thy untun'd ears shall loath harmonious numbers Each obvious molehill shall augment thy fears And carefull snow shall blanch thy falling hairs When as thy sinews silver cord is loos'd Thy brainâ— goâ—d bowl is broke the undispos'd And idle livers ebbing fountain drâ—'d The bloods Meandring cisterns unsuppli'd When black-mouth'd time Of sullen age approach'd the day When dying pleasures find a full decay VVhen as the Sun and Moon and stars appeâ—r Dark in thy mircrocosmall hemispear VVhen as the clouds of sorrows multiply And hide the châ—ystall of the gloomy Skie VVhen as the keepers of the crazie tower Bepalsie stricken and the men of power Sink as they march and grinders cease to grind Distâ—stfull bread and windows are grown blind Old things As if they had been made Long time before thâ— first Olympiade Old as Evanders moâ—her Fit for an Antiquaries Library A good old man v. Earls Chracters set out by Ed. Blount Chap. 29. Omens Such as were seen Before the Romanes on th' Amathian plain With their own Countries blood their swords distain Sad presages irregularities of natures As ominous as was that voyage when VVhen Caesar did â—ail from Greece to Italy In the small Bark The ominous â—aven with a dismall chear Through his horse beak of following horrour tells Begeâ—ting strange imaginary fear VVith heavy ecchoes like to passing belâ—s The howling dog a dolefull part doth bâ—ar As though they chim'd his latest buâ—ying knell Under the Eves the buzzing screech owl sings Beating his windows with her fatal wings And still affrighâ—ed with his fearfull dreams VVâ—th raging fiends and goblins that he meets Of falling down from steep rocks into streams Of tombs of buriâ—lls and of winding sheets The melting stars their sulphuâ—â—â—s su fâ—t shed The Centre pants with sudden throes And trembling earth a sad distemper shows The sun aâ—â—righted hides his golden heâ—d From hence by an unknown Eâ—lyptick flâ—d Irregular heavens abortive shades display And night usurps the empty throne of day The Meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven The palefac'd Moon looks bloody on the earth And lean-look'd Prophets whisper fearfull change As doth the raven o'r th' infectious house The Skies hung with prodigious signs As if the Scorpion would drop down Out of the Zodiack or the fiercer Lion The croaking ravens Fâ—ag up and down beating the air With their obstreperous beaks The yawning graves have yielded up their dead Fieâ—ce fiery warriours fight upon the clouds In ranks and squadrons and right form of war Which drizzle blood upon the Temples top The noise of battel hurtled in the air Horses do neigh and dying men do groan And Ghosts do shrick and squeal about the streets Lamenâ—ings heard â—'ch air Strange skreams of death and prophesying With accents terrible of dire combustion And confused accents hatch'd to wofull time Th' obscure bird clamour'd the long liv'd night Some say the earth was feaverous and did shake Heart thrilling groanâ— first heard he round his bower And then the screech owl with her utmost power Lâ—bouâ—'d her loathed note the forrests bending with winds as Hecate had been ascending As if some divelish hag were come abroad With some kind mothers late delivered load A â—uthlesse bloody sacrifice to make To those infernall powers that by the Lake Oâ— mâ—ghte Sâ—yx and black Cocytus dwell Swords in the spangled heavens did then by night In th' East and West extend their blazing light Ashâ—s in showers upon the earth did fall Lâ—stre deserts the Sun in height of all His towring pitch The Moon did then look red And â—eâ—rs of blood from her dark Chariot shed Haâ—d â—ocks did groan Arâ—'d troops of foot and horse Incounter
All pav'd with serpents Ashie pale As evening mist sent from a watry vale More bloodlesse than a walking ghost Fear steals the colour from her cheeks The natural ruby of the cheek is gone Blancht all with fear Pale as the colour which in leaves in seen When they by Autumne's frost have nipped bâ—en That pale and meager look Like those that wander by the sable brook Of Lethe or those ghosts from graves escape Pallas v. Minerva She that rules in deeds of armes Wars triumphant maid Jove's blew-â—yd daughter Mans Fauteresse Unconquered Queen of armes She that supples earth with blood The maiden Queen that hath the azure eyes Heavens martial maid That wears Joves shield fring'd with his nurses haire Divine Athenia Armes potent Patronesse Tritonian maid Joves brain born issue To whom Joves pregnant brain was mother By Vulcan cleav'd in twain The fire-eyed maid of smoakie war Palsie Unjoynted nerves The joynts in gimmers Continual ague Pan. The God whom pines do crown The King of sylvan rural Deities The God of siâ—ly sheep The father of the flocks The mountain goat-fooâ—e God He that first taught to joyne the pipes with wax Arcadia's halfe goat God Paradise v. Pleasant place Epitome of pleasures Inclosure of delight The garden conscious to the first mans sin Parnassus The Muses forked hill With two tops reaching to the skie Twixt east and west equally distant lies To Bacchus and Apollo's Deities Sacred to whom in mixed sacrifice The Tâ—eban wives at Delphos solemnize Their trietericks this one hill alone Appeard when all the world was overflowne And stood as middle twixt the earth and skie Young Phaebus there with shafts unused slew The speckled serpent that in wait long lay His banish'â— mother great with child to slâ—y Where all the Muses sit in soangled ranks Tuning their ditties on the flowry bankes There springs the Poets fount Where they to drench their ravisht lips are wont Passion v. Fury Anger The souls feaver Tyrant of the mind The Judgments tempest Herricano of the soul When passion hath the fairer judgement collied The civil war in reasons commonwealth The earthquake of the lesser world The shipwrack of the soul Strangler of reason The violent perturbations of the soul Dry drunkennesse Whirlewind of the soul As if the brest incloâ—'d the easterne wind Patient VVell poys'd humours in whose composition nature â—en'd most Geometry Nature forgot to gâ—ve him gall As if he meant to do fortune a spight by taking from her â—he pleasure she sought to take in his misery Sâ—out only in the asses fortitude Making misery it self amiable by a pious and patient deportmâ—nt Patroclus Achilles faithful friend Actors brave Nephew â—enaeâ—uis stout son VVhom Hector slew clad in Achilles armes The occasion of Achilles just revenge And Hâ—ctors cruel death Peace The drowsie sword lies snorting in the sheath Now â—anus gate is shuâ— Concord that all tiâ—ngs doth infold In her white armes and the worlds safety holds The cold sheath'd swords thir thirst of war Have cooâ—'d Calme dayes when rest Hath rockt asleep sluggish security The busie spider weaves her taâ—ke VVithin the belly of the plumed cask Fair peace descends and with her silver wings Cuts through the yeilding aire Old Janus now hath lockt his temples gate Justice and faith do kindly kisse each other And Mars appeas'd sits down by Cupids mother No war or battles sound VVas heard the world around The idle spear and shield were high up hung The â—ooked chariot stood â—staind with hostile blood The trumpet spake not to the armed throng Glorious peace Triumphs in change of pleasures Dear nourse of arts plenty and joyful births When the very name of king is a general fortification over all his kingdome The silver drops from peace's dewie wings Supprest dissention's flame Auspicious peace Claps her triumphant wings Peacock The star-embellisht fowle which Juno lâ—ves Junâ—'s starâ—'d coursers The bird that in her train bears Argus eys Which with her wheeling taile doth brave the skies And slights the stars viewing her Argus eyes Pegasus Gorgonean horse Meduâ—aean horse The winged courser of Bellerephon Spangled with fifteen stars From whose hoofe did spring The chrystal waters of the muses well Which with his brother Sprang from the blood of their new slaughâ—ered mother The horse on which Bellerephon did ride VVhen by his hand the fierce Chymaera dyed Aurora's winged courser That God begotten steed the horse of fame Whose bounding hoofe plow'd that Boâ—tian spring Where those sweet maids of memory do sing Penelope Uâ—ysses constant wife The chast Icarian wife That liv'd a widow though she was a wife As chast unto her mate As all her wooers were importunate By honest craft her wooers to deceive What all the day she works by night unweaves The Queen of Ithaca whose precious name For chast desires is dear to us and fame Perillus. Unhappy maker of the brazen bull That had the first experiment Of that sad torment which he did invent And in that bull receâ—v'd a burning grave Which he to the Sicilian Tyrant gave Phaeton â—â—bus unhappy son â—â—t great incendiary which set all on fire â—â—ruling ill what he did ill desire Whose sisters mourne 〈◊〉 tragedie till they to poplars turne v. Ovids Metam 2. lib. Phaenix Which makes one narrow roome â—er uâ—ne her nest her cradle and her tombe The beauties of the first returne â—rom spicie ashes of the sacred urne â—er own selfes heire nurse nurseling dame and â—ire Which when she rests Her aged carkasse in her spicie nest The quick devouring fire of heaven consumeâ— The willing sacrifice in sweet perfumes â—rom whose sad cyndars balm'd in funeral spices A second Phaenix like the first arises The bird which in the glowing â—ast With sweets doth make her tombe and nest Who the wane Of age repaires and sowes her self again Nor feeds on grains or herbes but on the gumme Of frankincense and jucie Amomum Now when her life five ages hath fullfill'd A nest her horned beak and talons buâ—ld Upon the crownet of a trembling palme Bestrew'd with Casia spikenard pretious balme Bâ—uâ—â—'d Cynnamon and Myâ—rhe whereon she bends Her body and her age in odours ends This breeding corps a litle Phoenix bears Which is it selfe to live as many years Grown strong that load now able to tranâ—fer Her cradle and her parents sepulcher Devoutly carries to Hyperions towne And on his flamy altar laies it downe So â—aâ—e That nature never yet could give a paire One finds a cradle in the others urne She dies to live as the sun sets to rise Th' Arabian wonder that in spicie fume Renews her self in that she doth consume O happy thine own hâ—ir what ruines all Addes strength to thee restor'd by Funerall Age thou not dying dies The ages gone Were seen by thee the revolution Of time thou knowest then when the tumid main Swallowed the Mountains in his lâ—quid Plain When Phaetons errour set the world on fire None touch'd thy safety nor
flime Are bred might all have been combin'd in him Nor could Medusa's head had all the blood In one place faln produce a greater brood Whose speckled belly with more spots is deckt Than various Theban Marble takes Ennamell'd skin Which hissing from his den appears Amazing both at once the eyes and ears Fire from his threatning eyes like lightning shoâ— And Stygian blasts exhal'd from his dire throat Snow In silver flakes an heavenly wooll doth fall The feather'd rain The hoarie heaps The silver gray which shivering winter beaâ—s The falling showers congeal'd by freezing winds Cold down that makes the fields look old The drift wind shakes Black clouds in pâ—eces pulling plumie flâ—kes From their soft bosome Jove in a silver shower The watry fleece Snow periwigs the hills v. Winter Socrates He whom Apollo wisesâ— thought of men Sophroniscus prudent son The grave Philoâ—opher Whom the cold draught of hemlock forc'd to die Plato's great master The Masons learned son Xenocrates great master Instructor of the learned Xenophon The patient husband of the scolding wife Xantippes patient husband Whose Copper image Athens did adore Admiring dead whom they contemn'd before Who with convicting reasons did strike dumb Instructed by his great Daemonium All his opponents The Pagan Martyr Soft As the childhood of the Morn As the lust full bed Soft as young down Trim'd up and made for Queen Semiramis To whose soft seisure The cygnets down is haâ—sh and spirit of sence Hard as the plowmans hand Soft as the down of Sâ—vans Have you felt the wool of Beaver Or the nap of velvet ever Or the down of thistles These it doth excell as much 〈◊〉 the softnesse of the touch As they do urchins bristles â—â—ft as the airie plumes of thistly down â—oft as Euganean wooll Soft as the Ladies hand â—oft as the velvet hand of sleep â—s bath'd in the soft streams of Salmacis Of a yielding pliancy Soft as the pliant wax â—ofter far than tufts of unwrought silk â—ofter than Beavers skins Which when the hands do touch they find from thence â—â—ch pleasure they contract and lose all sâ—nce Soft as the balmie dew Soft as the hand of love Soft as the godded swan or Venus dove Soft as the down of Phoenix As cotton from the Indian tree Or prety silkworms huswiferâ— Sorrowfull v. Sad. Melancholy Setting forth in a darkned countenance a dolefull copie of his â—â—oughts and that he was going to speak Carrying in his countenance the evident marks of a sorrowfull â—eak mind supported by a weak body An heart full of unquiet motions â—â—king a piteous war with her faiâ— hair With such vehemency of passion as if his heart would climb up â—â—to his mouth to take his tongues office As if he were but the coffin to carry himself to his sepulcher Sâ—asoning his words with sighs A face wherein there lies Clusters of clouds which no calm ever clears Whose every gesture accused her of sorrow Inâ—ecting each thing she looks upon so with her griefs that all â—hings about her seem'd to mourn to see her In whose eyes sad discontentment sits Bearing a plurisie of griefs about her A living coffin to her cares In silent sorrow drown'd Excesse of sorrow scarce gives way To the relief of words Anchor'd down with cares in seas of woe A living coarse Suffering sorrow to dresse her self in her beauty Shunning all comfort she seem'd to have no delight but in â—â— king her self the picture of misery Bearing sorrows triumph in her heart His senses carried to his mind no delight from any of thâ— objects In the book of beauty nothing to be read but sorrow Sitting in such a gâ—vâ—n over manner one would have thoughâ— lence solitarinesse and melancholy were come under the ensâ— of mishap to conquer delight and drive him from his naturall â—â— of beauty Giving grief a free dominion A face whose skin 's in sorrow dy'd With a countenance witnessing she had before hand passed throâ—â— so many sorrows that she had no new to look for Sorrow melts down his lead into my boyling breast An heart as full of sorrow as the sea of sand Sits her down on the bare earth As her grief and sorrow were so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Could hold it up Grieving no lesse than did that Theban wife To see brave Hectors body robb'd of life Drawn by Theflaliâ—n hoâ—ses Whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandring stars and makes them stand As wonder wounded hearers So Priam griev'd when â—e too late did find The Grecian horse with armed men was lin'd Sad Agamemnon had such eyes When he beheld his daughters sacrifice Distilling even th' Elixar and the spirit of tears And mov'd without a soul So swift Achilles lookt then when he sent His lov'd Briseis to Alcides tent Deep sorrow sat upon his eyes drown'd in discontent Whose heavy heart the height of sorrow crown'd Tears were but barren shadows to expresse The substance of his grief Vail'd with sorrows wing A heart as high in sorrow as ere creature wore And with a voice that floods from rocks might borrow That feels a tempest in his soul the soul eclipsed With a face as sad grief could paint wanting no art to borrow â—â—edlesse help to counterfeit a sorrow â—â—ing beneath the tyranny of grief â—â—ds still some pitying God 〈◊〉 him to marble â—â—aetontiades Niobe Orpheus for Euridice Andromache Hector and Astianax Egeus for Theseus supposed dead 〈◊〉 for her sons Daedalus for Icarus Progne â—â—gone leading her blind father Oedipus Autonoe for Actaeon â—â— compared with this sorrow deserve not the names of grief V. Miserable Tears Sighs Weep Souldier v. Valiant That layes his head â—â—aps on some rude turf and sadly feels â—â— nights cold damps wrapt in a sheet of steel Whose ears â—â—cted in the language of the drum â—â— chase brave employments with their naked sword â—â— march all day in massie steel the armed throng â—â— glory vying child of fame â—â— from deep wounds sucks forth an honour'd name â—â— thinks no purchase worth the stile of good â—â— what is sold for sweat and seal'd with blood â—â— for a point a blast of empty breath â—â—aunted gazeth in the face of death 〈◊〉 perfume their heads with dust and sweat Though his sword went faster than eye sight could follow it yet â—own judgement went still before it Wars dustie honours that 〈◊〉 â—â— by the genius of the camp â—â— husbandman of valour his sword the plough â—â—ming with more prints in his body than pence in his pocket â—â—t walks in clouds of powder and blue mists â—â—ead of wealthy bracelets on their wrists â—ear chain shot That in the field â—â— at a breach hath taken on his shield â—â— darts than Romane Sceva that hath spent â—ny a cold December in no tent â—â— such as earth and heaven make that hath been â—â—cept in iron plates not long time seen â—â—n whose body may be plainly told More wounds than his lank purse doth alms
VVhen Isicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nails And Tom bears logs unto the hall And milk comes frozen home in pales Then blood is nipp'd and wayes be foul And nightly sings the staring owl When all aloud the winds do blow And coughing drowns the Parsons saw â—nd birds sit brooding in the snow And Marians nose looks red and raw When rosted crabs hiffe in the bowl And nightly sings the whoopping owl When we can see nothing but a pale Sunne and a thread bare â—â—ath When roping Isicles hang on the ears When Capricorns cold Tropick lengthens night And old men tell their tales as by the fire They tost themselves The Sun to us a niggard of his rayes Revelleth it with our Antipodes The years cold and decrepid time When Flora's self doth a freez jerkin wear The springs by frost Having taken cold And their sweet murmures lost The Evening of the year Old age of the year Winter storms do crisp the hills The abstract of the iron age Boreas congeals the snow and bears the earth with hail When in the air winds meet with such a shock That thundering Skies with their incounters rock Then comes old winter void of all delight With trembling steps his head or bald or white The leavie branches then put off their green The snowie dotage of the year When downie snow did make the fields look old Jove his cold Javelin throws Upon the earth and whites it all with snows When floods embrace the snows fair tender flakes As their own brood When hardly feed the flocks And Isickles hang dangling on the rocks When Hiems binds the floods in silver chains And hoary frost hath candied all the plains VVhen every barn rings with the threshing flails And shepherds boyes for cold do blow their nails Which with many a storm Beat the proud Pines that Ida's tops adorn And makes the sap leave succourlesse the shoot Shrinking to comfort the decaying root Divorced leaves then carpet all the ground Winter doth the earth array In suits of silver gray when night and day Are in dissention night locks up the ground VVhich by the help of day is oft unbound The winter comes and makes each flower Shrink from the pillow where it grows And the intruding cold hath power To scorn the perfumes of the rose When seas are fettered in cold chains of ice Wrincles the beauty of the fields When we have pigmie dayes Hiems locks up the rivers with her icy key Phebus lamp to our horizon low The shortest dayes and coldest doth bestow From Capricorn cold winter glaz'd the floods And purâ—'d with frosts the fields and naked woods Every thing hath now His courser nature on winters rough brow And Boreas blast with envious hast rends every tree Dâ—sleâ—ves each twigge and bough When trees put off their leavie hats In reverence to old Winters silver hair When every hoary headed twigge Wears his snowie periwigge When every bough Wears on his head a cap of snow When watry Pisces cools fair Phebus side The frost Candies the grasse and casts an icie cream Upon the silver lake and Chrystall stream Heavens archer arrows every where bestows Headed with ice feather'd with sleet and snow Winter hath scal'd the crannies up with frost And crusted all the grounds V. Cold Frost Ice Snow Wise v. Learned Crowned with wisdomes rayes A mind From earth and foggie ignorance refin'd A knowing soul Who high in knowledge sir From earth and foggie ignorance refin'd Wisdome is center'd in his breast from whence She draws the lines of her circumference Witch Sycorax Canidia Circe Medea Perimede Sâ—mmetha Meroe Dypsas Sagana Veiâ— Folia Maegaeâ—a Which cursed dew from the unwholsome fenne Brush off with ravens feathers Pythonissa Erictâ—â— Company for toads Beetles and Bats That can controll the moone cause flowes and ebbs Whose exercise Is secret murther sullen tragedies Her drink the blood of babes her dainty feast Mens marrow brains guts livers late deceast The mumbling Beldame muttering her charmes On the corner of the moone Hangs a vaporous drop profound I le catch it ere it come to ground Which distill'd by Magick slights Shall raise artificial sprights Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd Twice and once the hedge pigge whin'd Harpier cries 't is time 't is time Round about the cauldron goe In the poisoned intralls throw Toad that under the cold stone Daies and nights hast thirty one Sweltered venome sleeping got Boyle thou first i th' charmed pot Fillet of a fenny snake In the cauldron boyle and bake Eye of neutes and toe of frogs Wool of bats and tongue of dogs Adders forke and blind wormes sting Lizards leg and howlets wing For a charme of powerful trouble Like a hell broth boyle and bubble Scale of dragon tooth of wolfe Witches mummy maw and gulfe Of the ravin'd salt sea sharke Root of hemlock digg'd i th' dark Liver of blaspheming Jew Gall of goats and slips of yeugh Sliver'd in the moons eclypse Nose of Turke and Tartars lips Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver'd by a drab Make this gruel thick and slab Adde therein a Tygers chauldron For the ingâ—â—dients of our cauldron Coole it with a baboones blood Then our charme is firme and good By whom large streams back to their fountains flow The stars drop blood While the still moon with sanguine visage stood By moone-light hearbs with brazen sickle crops And poysonous weeds that bleed in sable drops Whose unkembed head Are with short vipers filleted Commands from graves wild sigtrees torne And Cypresse which doth beers adorne Eggs steep'd in bloud of toads to bring With feathers of the Scritch owles wing Hearbs of Iolcos baneful field And poysons Thessaly doth yeild Bones snatcht from jawes of hungry bitch To burne with flames of stinking pitch On which the witch doth water fling Fetcht from Avernus loathsome spring Ingredients of witchcraft Peeces of dead carkases snatcht from ravenous beasts VVolves haire Mad dogges foame Adders care Serpents slough Spurging of a dead mans eyes Mandrake roote Flesh bones and sculls from charnel houses Ropes chains raggs bones haire sinews Marrow of men-gibetted blood and fat of slain infants Eggs and black feathers of a screech owle blood and back bone of a frogge Aconite hemlock henbane adders tongue nighâ—-shade Moon-wort libbards bane poppy cypresse wâ—ld fig-trees growing on tombes juyce of the laâ—ch tree or Agaricum Basiliskes blood vipers skin the toad-eyes of the owle bats wings young colts forehead Harpier Padock Martin familiar spirits Pluto Hecate Proserpina Chaos Diana Eumenides and all the infernal powers the deiriâ—s invocated by witches V. Dubartas Trophies Witch of Endor Ovids Metam lib. 7. Amorum 1. Eleg. 5. Horace Epod. 5 Virgil Eclog 8. Theocritus Pharmaceutria Skakespears Macheth Ben. Johnsons mask out of the house of Fame Lucan Lib. 6 Witty Whom the fates thought fit To make the master of a mine of wit That rules the Monarchy of wit His brain 's a quiver of jests VVomen