into flame 〈…〉 Piâ—my seems to be 〈…〉 him that is Immensity Aegyptian Phaâ—os wou'd officiously Hold candle to this Wonder passing by But that poor watch-light nothing could confer To help the brightness of the Morning Star Olympick Jupiter like Statue stands For empty shew with eyes ears mouth and hands In thee was Master-piece of Heaven aid Most curious work that ever Heaven made Had there gone out tax on the wit of all Men on this Globe wisdom Angelicaâ— They could have carv'd with curiosity But better shap'd piece for Idolatry The Father hath express'd his Image on Pure Virgin-wax and ta'n to Union With God the second Person hence our true Service and adoration are due The Carian boast Maâ—soleum dare not call For any Rights but silent burial In rubbish for its greatest pride can go For nothing more than Worms Sâ—raglio Much greater wonder is the Virgin Tomb Where never man was laid before The womb That bore him is more glorious when the â—right Sun for nine mâ—neâ—hs in Virgo lodg'd hâ—s light The strong and stately 〈…〉 Compar'd to him â—s no defence at all He 's waâ— much stronger than one made of stâ—â—e Or brass impregnable salvation To take the height of which requâ—res much rather Than a poor Jacobs Staff a Jacobs 〈◊〉 The Character of an Accomplished and Virtuous Woman THy mind is happy being seat of wit More happy since discretion governs it The former is the pretty fable this Discretion grave the useful Moral is As there irrationals do speak what suites With solid reason that men turn not brutes So here child 's taught the riddles to unfold Of gravity a stripling to grow old It stains not freshness of thy youth to have And to deserve the Epithete of grave Hated by them whose bodies now grown cold Make them in all respects but prudence old But much concerns thee time runs on so fast With winged feet and thou no better haste Canst make in judgement that thy tender age By Antedate of prudence may be sage Leavest them to blush at their idle fears That reckon it as Int'rest in their years To seem discreet but yielding viler rate To Ladies that are worn quite out of Date Thou think'st not gravity doth then look best Exposed when to laughter in a jest Or that becoming wit which doth afford To make the author of it more absurd Thou seek'st with grandam-virtues to adorn Thy self when youthful vanities are worn By persons much more aged to yield strong Presumption to the world that they are young That seem to reckon it as an excess Either to practise virtue or profess Admit into their Ethicks modesty Apocope'd without a Civil tye Serving all wanton modes thus pievish wag Spoileth the lace by pulling off the Taâ— Those that in too great freedom draw not near Occasions foul are judged too severe As though plain Modesty deserv'd no thanks Careful how it approaches nigh the banks Of foulest baseness their presumption thinks It 's want of resolution fears the brinks A vulgar unapproved innocence Deserving not at all Heroick sence They 'l have you think if you have faith enough They 're innocent as child new born although They tempt the wanton Reveller to try What guard is kept upon their honesty Strength of thy resolution is bely'd If it be thought to be less fortifi'd Because of caution rather might it tell Against wild storms it is impregnable If any in repute grown outlaw'd comes Assaults with levity and beats the drums Of thy chaste ears he finds there is no charm To win thy heart but make thy virtues arm Vileness of his attempts exposed lye Set out in colours of Vermilion-dye That he may see his rudeness take the shame Thou lend'st the Taper of thy modest slame When exhalations thick the air do muddy So the bright Ruler of the morn looks ruddy If highness to debase upon the stage And folly mask with an abstemious rage If to feed corrupt fancy with the veins Of â—evity in some Romantick strains If loâ—ty traversing must be alone Accounted gallant education Thou wilt take up with grave and antient sort Of bâ—eeding and not be less nobler for 't The Lillyes candour and the blushing Rose A temper neither frolick nor moiose Pleasantness mixed well with gravity A grace deportment maâ—ron-like and free The sweetest condescension not abject Or sordid to command and to affect Obliging carriage which admired makes Rather than feared as it was it takes Not too high nor familiar to prevent Both the extreams of hatred and contempt Are thy true glories not for shew but use Need not bear judgement true or beg excuse Let losty Mounters proudly scale the â—kye With frâ—zled sparkling bravery and dye Let Mâ—t vis with exhalations fed Glutted with vapour be soon famished Let Potentares be swoln up big with Titles In Honours Volumes but the smallest tittles Let proud Phantastes much admire his Minion A ragged baâ—e and beggarly Opinion Thy praise is in thy self not put to death By spiteful stopping of anothers breath To thee without true excellence 't is naught Great and right Honourable to be thought Since it is more to be than only seem To merit glory than to have esteem To appear great to world dost not aspire But if to vulgar sight less to be higher Whil'st haughtiness foâ—dly advancing Crest Thâ—'eth her own Fools-Coat the Noblest Because it 's gaudy Scripture He aldry Gives the much better plain Humility Thy self-denyal is a noble feat For greatest Alexander far too great Too high for them whose soaring aims were bent To gain the title of Magnificent It 's truly honourable to despise That which the greatest Monarclâ—s idolize Ambition lawful is and the intent Blessed in goodness to be excellent After good facts performing to Commerce And take the high degrees of Eminence The touring thoughts of pride that do advance Their lofty heads by Gospel Ordinance Thou batter'st down Pray'r fastings do confer To make thee humble a self Leveller Before thou wast since that thy power to be Depended on Gods Alsufficiency That could produce Thy futurition stated Was from the will and virtue that created Beauty wit greatness honour thou'lt confess But as they are deriv'd from God are less Than nothing in act safely canst maintain Them less than less than Nothing told again Nor are nor can be real but hang on The judgements greatest Contradiction These realliz'd thou thankfully dost own Because that they are thine and not thy own Thine as to payment of a grateful mind Thine not to free from duty but to bind So not thine own a worthiness to raise In self but what redoundeth to his praise In this God must be sole without compare Since it is granted Nothing hath no share Beauty so many envy and admire Honour few seek to merit but acquire Riches that suffer not the owner sleep Health many seek to Court but few to keep Thousand degrees are short of parallel To Grace wherein
A Friendly APOLOGY In the behalf of the Womans Excellency Together with some Examples of Women-Worthies As also the Character of a Virtuous and Accomplished Woman Wherein Ladies of Pleasure are taxed and admonished Written in Verse by J. Golborne sometime Fellow of Trinity Colledge near DVBLIN Si Natura negat facit admiratio versum Qualemcunque potest LONDON Printed for Henry Mortlock and are to be sold at the Sign of the Phoenix in St. Pauls Church-yard and at the White Hart in Westminster Hall 1674. TO THE Most Virtuous AND Pious LADY M rs Katharine Booth Madam SInce famed Laureates never durst Adventure on the noblest Themes at first But were so modest doubtfully to peep Out of their private Cells and then to creep In arguments much lower till well how To trust their wings they knew from bough to bough Of various subjects flutter'd judging best So to attempt that danger might be least Till arts had been more lib'ral thought they might Not safely venture an Heroick flight Pardon this boldness that presumes to try First hand on piece of Curiosity Which better would deserve the richest vein Of smooth conceipt out of the pregnant brain Of one to whom kind Nature first had been Of much more virtue than the Hippocrene My fancy not well vers'd when first put to 't Would not perswaded be to stir a foot On other subjects yet did freely run That her due service might in part be done Unto your sex and if she limps the fault She calls her own lameness doth make her halt You cause her move and what is to express Her gratitude will make crime somewhat less In this Essay I have sought to no Fairy Call'd Muse that keeps her wild haunts at Canary Your mind is sober nor durst I think fit To offer you poor gathering of wit You need not such collection which is more Fit for those persons that in worth are poor Grant very small allowance bate the Verse That waited on your pious Sâ—sters horse And charge not some choice sentences which you Know well to whom their service best is due And what is stoln will not amount to be Fit to be charg'd with Pettit-larceny Should I call women Deities you 'd be Displeased Madam with the blasphemy Or phrase them nobler creatures than men are You likewise might condemn the flatterer Should I pass bounting Lasses and the Jigs Uncivil of the City-whirligigs Their pride their luxury their antick dresses Their bare necks painted faces and their tresses Whereby they would ensnare their wanton tongues In lovesome Catches and lascivious Songs Their going unto Church bringing no more From thence than what new dresses Gallants wore Frequenting Playes lest therein they should do Too little there becoming Actors too I should unworthily at least suggest That you so little baseness do detest Of shameless Hippia's as not to admit They should be lash'd by Scorpions of wit Whereas I know you loath that hateful Crew That brag of breeding brave and fruitful too Use broad words and large liberties as seat Of gallantry the way to become great Belly'd that they may bear their shameful sin And suffer plague of birth and lying in Should I forget my Gossip that can tell How to turn over tongue a spic'd-cup well With whose loud tittle tattle those folks are Troubled that deal not in such peddling ware But mind their own concerns and do not pry Into concerns of the next family Should I pass her whose spungy lungs as sayls Are swoln but not when dry with telling tales Of private merriments scarce Civil jars Familiar talk and of Domestick wars Where will be next and where was the last wedding And all the pretty passages at bedding How Madam Hasty gave to little Grace Her chamber-maid a blew and broken face Because she came not at first call how ill Her Master took it that shew'd his good will How Nell came to mischance by Knavery Of Will how Joan beat silly Ralph and why Not to chastise such gross defectives must Shew me more Civil to the Sex than Just Unto the virtuous who bear others shame Bâ—ushing at boldness of the wanâ—on Dame And their impertinence vain that are grown Knowing in all concernments but their own To set off virtues of your sex a whole Venus if painted will but make a mole Apolles when he drew his master-piece And summon'd in the Paragoas of Greece For beauty as their excellence did very Unto his pencil to be tributary Venus her mole forgate not but did place And make her comely with it in her face Praise of a sex without exception may Fit only people of Utopia Cannot sincerely be adapted to The state of sinful mortals here below Where those few persons do appear most rare And excellent in whom least vices are They cannot be from Adam of th' whole blood That are without all humane faileurs good Let idle brains make silly sport to vex And force their fancies to disgrace your sex With all the virtuous vainly they do try To level at the Stars which are too high This most will fret them and stir up their gall That they provoke and move you not at all When unconcern'd you gain the victory And overcome them by your passing by The Rustick that all day hath toyl'd at plough Puts off his clogs at night begins to woo At a strange rate in Complementing Amy He takes up phrase befitting Academy Not single flow'rs of Tropes will do but cluster'd That with conceit do make him fouly fluster'd And strangely elevated he scorn now To term her Pigsney darling Ladicow His heighten'd fancy longer will not truckle In pleasing her his Primrose Honeysuckle The Gardens fair sweet serve him not in prose Talip Clovegilliflower Lilly Rose Out of the Sun Stars and the brightest Rosie Blushes of morn he gathers her a Posie And if he gets some little Scribe to write He makes small matter matter to endite Hearing of Po'sie she thinks to disclose Meaning by holding letter to her Nose Or sticking it in bosome knows not well That paper flow'rs are for the sight not smell The frantick gallant eyes his Ladies look More than young Chanter doth his Singing-book Dancing attendance most officiously After the lessons of her fidling eye Like Statue stands in admiration of Each syllable stâ—p frown smile glance and coff The sacred Laurell he will need invoke That never learnt so far as Holioke To celebrate grace that was never in her And yet condemn himself a mortal sinner For his Omission but that is not it Makes him so bad but what he could commit How like a Malefactor doth he staâ—d Expecting sentence What is her command Shall he or live or dye Upon one breath Depends his happy life or woful death Great Empress she that with a pleasant I Can make him live and with a No to dye Though much dejected and cast down erewhile Yet she can set him up with a kind smile When his brains thin'd are
almost into ayr Turned by Sun-beams of her face he 'l swear He plainly sees the tippling Graces sip Nectar distilling from her ruby-lip Though dazzled Angels yet that he espyes Sporting within those Crystal Spheres her eyes There 's no such Musick in the heavenly Spheres As in her voyce which alwayes charms his ears She 's in each sound he hears no ring of bells But what of her some pretty story tells The little chirping sâ—ngsters in his thought Speak her so plain as if they had been taught To sing their Sappâ—â—iâ—ks and her praise in Rhyme His head well stuft with fumes doth learn to chyme All this is nought he is below his Theme Unless he be right Artist to blaspheme What is his heaven here on earth her love And there 's no heaven that he seeks above Were not his admiration without True object you would think him Saint devout He cringes and with superstitious fear Standeth as her Divinity draws near Good cause if you believe his precious stories Of the strange brightness and celestial glories He sees incircling her these witness'd by Those that are sick of his love lunacy The man thus Planet-stricken gives full rein Unto his fancy th' utmost he can feign Of Complements bestows runs on the score Until his Worship can take up no more If she contract her countenance and frown Upon him that is death he 's tumbled down From all his hopes and happiness which now He did enjoy in smoothness of her brow How wretched is the man since faln from grace And excommunicated from her face He hates the light his life you cannot give Greater affront than wishing him to live What can you love him and be so unkind To wish him bear such torments in his mind As while he lives he must Then snatches sword Kisses it as dear friend that will afford Deliverance but stay before good night Pray give him leave to take up Pen and write Some doleful Verses of his faithful love In his brave death for Phillis which may move Her to relent and to vouchsafe a tear Or shew her more unkind than Marbles are He orders Ceremonies to attend And lively to set out a Lovers end In his last Will and Testament forgets His soul to God to bequeath And what lets She was his only Deity alone To her he payed his Devotion What hence will follow reason must not tell His madness doth suppose a milder hell Than her displeasure this this makes him snatch His sword again resolved to dispatch Himself but that he wisely thinks withal He shall not have a Christian burial As felo de se and he scorns to be Guilty of any act of Felony Is he content to live fye on 't he 'l go Unto some forreign broyls and force his fo To do what friends would not though beg'd and ten To one time wars do make him wise again But if quite desperate he seeks relief And with his Rapier makes a vent for grief What hazard runs he leaving friends this sad Ground for their charity that he was mad Phrenetick passions of such men may serve Those that do not know what it 's to deserve Sober affections would not well resent Any thing that were truly excellent Let the inamoured â—ress painted Jayes Address them to the Idol of their praise Here the design is honest to give due Honour to Ladies that be such as you Are and would be not living just by sense Of some folk good esteem but Conscience Not pleasing humour of that sort who have Great fear lest that they should be thought too grave Discretion you make not to withstand Civility but give it more command Obligingly that it may entertain The civile person and â—ongue-tye the vain Such was deportment of the English Dame Of old which gave a lustre to her name Over the world but with disdainful brow Is look'd upon as out of fashion now Amongst vain Gallants strait lac'd modesty Is ill bâ—ed rustick too precise too shye Amongst parts of Philosophy we range Ethicks and with the rest they bear a change As some young Empiriâ—ks their skill must try Body to puâ—ge of Physiologie Which they say Physick wants and principles Her bodies head are head of her disease Though purged soundly her they think not sound Enough until with her the world turn round It may be visit Mistris Dialectick Feel her pulse find her in a fearful Hectick Her Terms are naught her Syllogisms all Obstruct her they must out both great and small Sorites fears he shall be laid in chains And Violentâ—m looks for horrid pains Exemplum to be made example scorns Cause poor Dilemma to pull in her horns Celarent wishes she were safely hid Festino runs in danger to be chid And Barbara the best of all abus'd Fears to Bocardo she shall be reduc'd But Fâ—rio will not be baffled so If he must out he 'l leave a parting blow Thus Physicking of her they 'r find no season To end until they leave her void of reason So have some wantons quite rejected old Moral Philosophy as dry and cold Question'd all principles and practice too Of antientâ— virtue and set up a new Model of modesty which you presents With much more strange than safe experiments They say a place that 's fortified doth sâ—eak The outward strength but City to be weak That City's strong that hath not its defence From walls but valour of the Citizens Strength of their virtues only way to try Is to expose it to the enemy If you 'l believe their honour by the tryal Is brighter for they â—empt to mâ—ke denyal Their husbands living they contract and call It innocence may pass the Ordeal Run through hat coulters blindfold safe and sound And yet not fear the danger of a wound These can mistake their husbands beds and be Not to be charged with disloyalty Such resolution that can make defence At disadvantage is the quintessence Of virtue if you can you may believe Like Tutia's on tryal in a â—ieve That they can water carry lead and bring A ship bâ—sanded by their apâ—on-string As Claudia have heaven standing by And witnessing unto their chastity They must give leave to foâ—k to be more wise To judge by charity of sober size And then their virtue in Heroick sense Elixar is of highest impudence Your virtue Madam taketh it all one To forfeit and to give occasion To folly and for med'cine doth not lye At the Bethesda of worlds charity A most heroick and approv'd repute Neither makes way for baseness or dispute The Libertine before that knew no Law To curb him must confess your power to awe Into Civility feign'd what he hates Charm'd by your presence yet he personates Asham'd you are not piety to own Amongst so many when a scorn it 's grown And for Religion publickly appear To practise which in private some do fear May I presume here to present to view Beauties such as Apelles never drew May I adventure to defend