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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18370	Nocturnall lucubrations: or Meditations divine and morall Whereunto are added epigrams and epitaphs: written by Rob: Chamberlain of Exeter Colledge in Oxford.	Chamberlain, Robert, b. 1607.	1638 (1638)	STC 4945; ESTC S104928	14,937	126

tolle latet quod pectore teque docebo Et dii dent studiis vela secunda tuis The same in English APollos skill the Grecian pen for wars And Virgils too transcēd the glittring stars Praise makes men live but thou a child unfit Transcends the limits of an old mans wit Both sea and land thou know'st for thy praise Our times shall give thee thy deserved bayes Great Poets sing great things that children know not Which to the places of oblivion go not Thy learning fits not with thy tender mold Old men are children thou a child art old The heavenly stars upon thy birth did shine To make thee happy now the praise is thine Take up thy bayes I 'le teach thee what 's in me And may the Gods give prosp'rous fates to thee In praise of Learning HAppy thrice happy ô ye sisters still That love and live on sweet Parnassus hill Blest be your times and tunes that sit and sing On flowrie banks by Aganippes Spring Blest be the shadie groves where those doe dwell Which doe frequent that Heliconian Well Where learning lives whereby when men expire They are made chanters in the heavenly quire That sacred learning whose inspired notions Makes Mortalls know heavens high alternat motions Trūpets their names unto the christal sky Though in the grave their bones consuming lie Thrice happy those then to whō learning's given Whose lives on earth doe sympathize with heavē Whose thoughts are still on high longing to see Heavens Tabernacles of Eternity Sleighting the world and spurning at its praise Which like Meander runs ten thousand waies They when pale death to dust their corps shall bring With quires of Angels shal in heavē sing To his honoured friend Mr Giles Balle Merchant On the Spring THe lofty Mountains standing on a row Which but of late were periwigd with snow D'off their old coats and now are daily seene To stand on tiptoes all in swaggering greene Meadows and gardens are prankt up with buds And chirping birds now chant it in the woods The warbling Swallow and the Larks do sing To welcome in the glorious verdant Spring To his deare friend and cousin Mr Allan Penny Citizen of Exeter On the Morning THe morning golden horse rush forth amain Spending their breath suckt frō the Eastern plain And posting still with speed through gentle aire Hurle their perfumes from out the glittring chair The Suns bright Steeds come running up again To Taurus top still glad to see the plain Of Indolstan and now begins t' approach The winged Messenger of heaven in 's Coach Of ruddy flames night-wandring stars have done Their stragling course and now the day 's begun Bright burning Luna drags her dazling taile Into the dungeon of a darksome vaile To his deare friend and brother Mr Thomas Bowdon On the Evening RIse rise yee sootie horse from duskie dale And draw your Mistresse in a sable vaile Who rides it out with her knot curled haire Like to an Aethiope in an Ebonie chaire Whose dark unseemly face is wrapt in shrowds With Styx dy'd curtains of congealed clouds Rise thou pale Queen of night prepare thy carres And climb you glittring glorious mount of stars To his dearest brother Mr. William Holmes Citizen of Exeter Deaths impartiality Carmen Hexametrum HIgh minded Pyrrhus brave Hector stout Agamemnon Hannibal and Scipio whom all the world did attend on That worthy Captain world conquering great Alexander That tender constant true hearted lovely Leander That cunning Painter that curious handed Apelles Mirmidons insatiate that kept the Tent of Achilles Alphonsus Aragon that great Mathematicall Artist That stately Queene of beauty that Lady Mars kist Wit wealth and beauty yea all these pomps that adorne us Must see black Phlegiton rough Styx and fatall Avera●s To his kind and loving friend Mr Henry Prigg Citizen of Exeter On the sweetnesse of Contentation THe world still gazeth on the glittering shew Of Scepters Crowns and Diadems but few Consider truely the tempestuous cares And tumbling troubles of the State affaires Honour 's the spur that pricks th' ambitious mind And makes it puffe and swel with th' empty wind Of self conceit But yet me thinks I see A state more full of sweet security The russet Farmer more contentment yeelds Unto himselfe whilst toiling in his fields Beholds upon the pleasant fertile banks Wise Natures flowrie wonders in their ranks And when the halfe part of the day is spent His wife her basket brings they with content Do both sit down by some sweet stragling Spring And make a Feast whilst 'bout his table sing The chirping birds he when the day is past Home to his children and his wife makes haste The children joy to see their father there The father joyes to see his children deare Then they begin to him their pleasant prattle One shewes his pins another brings his rattle With these contents the good man 's over-joy'd When thus he sees his deare affections cloid Whil'st others toile for honour and in vaine Deny themselves those sweets they might obtain O then thou great Commander of the skyes That dings downe pride and makes the poor man rise Let them that will dote on these gilded toyes Let me account it chiefest of my joyes T' enjoy a meane estate and nothing more If 't be thy pleasure that I still be poore Give me this sweet content that I may die A patient servant to thy Majestie To his dearely affected friend Mr George Leach of Broadelist in Devon On the vanity of Man LIke to the Swan on sweet Meanders brink Like flowers that flourish in the morne and shrink Down with their heads when sable night appears Such is our frailty in this vale of teares The gilded gallant and the tortur'd slave Cut down by death come tumbling to the grave Not Europes riches nor an Ajax bold Nor men nor Angels nor our bags of gold Nor he that was the spacious worlds Cōmander Caesar Pompey nor an Alexander Nor can greene youth well wit or tender age The raging fury of thy Sword asswage O then thou Star Commander dreadfull King Whose Fiat makes the trembling world to ring Teach us ô teach us so to know our dayes Thereby to rectifie our crooked waies That when with Angels and Archangels thou Shalt come to judge the world and make it bow We then may render up a good account And live with thee upon that starrie mount In Hyemem PApula canescunt tremebundi turbinis horror Fulminat heu Boreas nimbosa grandinatira Torva laboriferi fulgentia cornua quassi Tauri nix tegit pelagus vult tangere stellas Cerberus horrendo baculo nunc Tartara plangit Flammiferosque locos dicit spoliasse pruinam On the death of Mr. Charles Fitz-Geffrays Minister of Gods Word O Thou the saddest of the Sisters nine Adde to a sea of teares one teare of thine Unhappy I that am constrain'd to sing His death whose life did make the world to ring With ecchoes of his praise A true Divine In 's life doctrine which like Lamps did shine Till they were spent and done did never cease To guide our steps unto eternall peace Thy habitation's now the starry mount Where thy great Maker makes of thee account Farewell thou splendor of the spacious West Above th' Aetheriall clouds for ever blest The losse of thee a watry mountaine reares With high spring-tide of our sad trickling teares On Sack O Thou so much admir'd by ev'ry soule That lives 'twixt th' Artick th' Antartick Pole Apollo's drink drawn from the Thespian spring Whereof the silver Swans before they sing Doe alwaies drink though thy sweet simpring smiles Some mortall creatures of their coine beguiles Yet from black Limbo's gate thou bring'st mans soule And makes his spirits knock the highest Pole On Tobacco THou hell-bred lump of sin infernall drink Pernicious damn'd soule-fascinating stink Time's great consumer cursed child of hell Scum of perdition sprung from Pluto's cell Thy barbarous nature likes no soile so well As where the Devill and his Pagans dwell Bewitched then are those that stand-up for thee Till they have grace t' abandon and abhor thee IN OBITVM HENRICI BLUETT Generosi RVsticus in agro Opifex in pago Omnes hoc mundo Nituntur in vano Mercator in mare Vir officina Cum vult pulsare Mors quid medicina FINIS Imprimantur hae Nocturnae Lucubrationes SA BAKER Ex Aedibus Londin Apr. 2. 1638.