in his Thigh deep went the killing smart But deeper far it goes in Venus heart His faithful Dogs about the Mountain yell And the hard Fate of their dead Master tell The troubled Nymphs alike in doleful strains Proclaim his death through all the Fields Plains But the sad Goddess most of all forlorn With love distracted and with sorrow torn Wild in her look and ruful in her air With Garments rent and with dishevel'd hair Through Brakes through Thickets and through pathless ways Through Woods through Haunts and Dens of Savages Undrest unshod careless of Honour Fame And Danger flies and calls on his lov'd name Rude Brambles as she goes her body tear And her cut feet with bloud the stones besmear She thoughtless of the unfelt smart flies on And fills the Woods and Vallies with her moan Loudly does on the Stars and Fates complain And prays them give Adonis back again But he alass the wretched Youth alas Lies cold and stiff extended on the grass There lies he steep'd in gore there lies he drown'd In purple streams that gush from his own wound All the soft band of Loves their Mother mourn At once of beauty and of love forlorn Venus has lost her Lover and each grace That sate before in triumph in her face By grief chas'd thence has now forsook the place That day which snatch'd Adonis from her arms That day bereft the Goddess of her charms The Woods and Trees in murmuring sighs bemoan The fate of her Adonis dead and gone The Rivers too as if they would deplore His death with grief swell higher than before The Flowers weep in tears of dreary dew And by their drooping heads their sorrow shew But most the Cyprian Queen with shrieks and groans Fills all the neighb'ring Hills and Vales and Towns The poor Adonis dead is all her cry Adonis dead sad Eccho does reply What cruel heart would not the Queen of Love To melting tears and soft compassion move When she saw how her wretched Lover fell Saw his deep wound saw it ineurable Soon as her eyes his bleeding wounds survey'd With eager clips she did his Limbs invade And these soft tender mournful things she said Whither O whither fli'st thou wretched Boy Stay my Adonis stay my only joy Ostay unhappy Youth at least till I With one kind word bespeak thee e're thou die Till I once more embrace thee till I seal Upon thy dying lips my last farewel Look up one minute give one parting kiss One kiss dear Youth to dry these flowing eyes One kiss as thy last Legacy I 'd fain Preserve no God shall take it off again Kiss while I watch thy swimming eye-balls roul Watch thy last gasp and catch thy springing soul. I 'll suck it in I 'll hoard it in my heart I with that facred pledg will never part But thou wilt part but thou art gone far gone To the dark shades and leav'st me here alone Thou dy'st but hopeless I must suffer life Must pine away with easless endless grief Why was I born a Goddess why was I Made such a wretch to want the pow'r to die If I by death my sorrows might redress If the cold Grave could to my pains give ease I 'd gladly die I 'd rather nothing be Than thus condemn'd to immortality In that vast empty void and boundless wast We mind not what 's to come nor what is past Of life or death we know no difference Nor hopes nor fears at all affect our sense But those who are of pleasure once bereft And must survive are most unhappy left To ravenous sorrow they are left a prey Nor can they ever drive despair away Take cruel Proserpine take my lov'd Boy Rich with my spoils do thou my loss enjoy Take him relentless Goddess for thy own Never till now wast thou my envy grown Hard Fate that thus the best of things must be Always the plunder of the Grave and thee The Grave and thou now all my hopes engross And I for ever must Adonis lose Thou' rt dead alas alas my Youth thou' rt dead And with thee all my pleasures too are fled They 're all like fleeting vanish'd dreams pass'd o're And nought but the remembrance left in store Of tasted joys ne're to be tasted more With thee my Cestos all my charms are gone Thy Venus must thy absence ever moan And spend the tedious live-long nights alone Ah! heedless Boy why would'st thou rashly choose Thy self to dang'rous pleasures to expose Why would'st thou hunt why would'st thou any more Venture with Dogs to chase the foaming Boar Thou wast all fair to mine to humane eyes But not alas to those wild Savages One would have thought thy sweetness might have charm'd The roughest kind the fiercest rage disarm'd Mine I am sure it could but wo is thee All wear not eyes all wear not breasts like me In such sad words the Dame her grief did vent While the Wing'd Loves kept time with her complaint As many drops of Bloud as from the wound Of slain Adonis fell upon the ground So many tears and more you might have told That down the cheeks of weeping Venus roul'd Both tears and bloud to new born flow'rs give rise Hence Roses spring and thence Anemonies Cease Venus in the Woods to mourn thy Love Thou 'st vented sighs thou 'st lavish'd tears enough See! Goddess where a glorious bed of State Does ready for thy dear Adonis wait This bed was once the Scene of Love and Joy But now must bear the wretched murder'd Boy There lies he like a pale and wither'd Flower Which some rude hand had cropt before its hour Yet smiles and beauties still live in his face Which death can never frighten from their place There let him lie upon that conscious bed Where you loves mysteries so oft have tried When you 've enjoy'd so many an happy night Each lengthen'd into ages of delight There let him lie there heaps of Flowers strow Roses and Lillies store upon him throw And myrtle Garlands lavishly bestow Pour Myrth and Balm and costliest Ointments on Flowers are faded Ointments worthless grown Now thy Adonis now thy Youth is gone Who was all sweetnesses compriz'd in one In Purple wrapt Adonis lies in state A Troop of mourning Loves about him wait Each does some mark of their kind sorrow show One breaks his Shafts t'other unstrings his Bow A third upon his Quiver wreaks his hate As the sad causes of his hasty fate This plucks his bloudy garments off that brings Water in Vessels from the neighb'ring Springs Some wash his Wound some fan him with theiâ—… Wings All equally their Mothers loss bemoan All moan for poor Adonis dead and gone Sad Hymen too the fatal loss does mourn His Tapers all to Funeral Tapers turn And all his wither'd Nuptial Garlands burn His gay and airy Songs are heard no more But mournful Strains that hopeless love deplore Nor do the Graces fail to bear a part With wretched Venus
of his undertaking But now 't is done he is loth to burn it and chuses rather to give somebody else the trouble The Reader may do as he pleases either like it or put it to the use of Mr. Jordan 's Works 'T is the first attempt he ever made in this kind and likely enough to be the last his vein if he may be thought to have any lying another way SATYRS UPON THE JESUITS PROLOGUE FOR who can longer hold when every Press The Bar and Pulpit too has broke the Peace When every scribling Fool at the alarms Has drawn his Pen and rises up in Arms And not a dull Pretender of the Town But vents his gall in Pamphlet up and down When all with licence rail and who will not Must be almost suspected of the PLOT And bring his Zeal or else his Parts in doubt In vain our Preaching Tribe attack the Foes In vain their weak Artillery oppose Mistaken honest men who gravely blame And hope that gentle Doctrine should reclaim Are Texts and such exploded trifles fit T' impose and sham upon a Jesuit Would they the dull Old Fisher men compare With mighty Suarez and great Escobar Such thred-bare proofs and stale Authorities May Us poor simple Hereticks suffice But to a sear'd Ignatian's Conscience Harden'd as his own Face with Impudence Whose Faith in contradiction bore whom Lies Nor non-sense nor Impossibilities Nor shame nor death nor damning can assail Not these mild fruitless methods will avail 'T is pointed Satyr and the sharps of Wit For such a prize are th' only Weapons fit Nor needs there Art or Genius here to use Where Indignation can create a mâ—…e Should Parts and Nature fail yet very spite Would make the arrant'st Wild or Withers write It is resolv'd hence forth an endless War I and my Muse with them and theirs declare Whom neither open Mâ—…lice of the Foes Nor private Daggers nor St. Omer's Dose Nor all that Godfrey felt or Monarchs fear Shall from my vow'd and sworn revenge deter Sooner shall false Court Favourites prove just And faithful to their Kings and Countrys trust Sooner shall they detect the tricks of State And knav'ry suits and bribes and flatt'ry hate Bawds shall turn Nuns Salt D s grow chast And Paint and Pride and Lechery detest Popes shall for Kings Supremacy decide And Cardinals for Huguenots be try'd Sooner which is the great'st impossible Shall the vile Brood of Loyola and Hell Give o're to Plot be Villains and Rebel Than I with utmost spite and vengeance cease To prosecute and plague their cursed race The rage of Poets damn'd of Womens Pride Contemn'd and scorn'd or proffer'd lust denied The malice of Religious angry Zeal And all cashier'd resenting Statesmen feel What prompts dire Hags in their own blood to write And sell their very souls to Hell for spite All this urge on my rank envenom'd spleen And with keen Satyr edg my stabbing Pen That its each home-set thrust their blood may draw Each drop of Ink like Aquafortis gnaw Red hot with vengeance thus I 'll brand disgrace So deep no time shall e're the marks deface Till my severe and exemplary doom Spread wider than their guilt till it become More dreaded than the Bor and frighten worse Than damning Pope's Anathema's and curse SATYR I. Garnet's Ghost addressing to the Jesuits met in private Cabal just after the Murder of Godfrey BY Hell 't was bravely done what less than this What Sacrifice of meaner worth and price Could we have offer'd up for our success So fare all they who e're provoke our hate Who by like ways presume to tempt their fate Fare each like this bold medling Fool and be As well secur'd as well dispatch'd as he Would he were here yet warm that we might drain His reaking gore and drink up ev'ry vein That were a glorious sanction much like thine Great Roman made upon a like design Like thine we scorn so mean a Sacrament To seal and consecrate our high intent We scorn base Blood should our great League cement Thou didst it with a slave but we think good To bind our Treason with a bleeding God Would it were His why should I fear to name Or you to hear 't at which we nobly aim Lives yet that hated en'my of our Cause Lives He our mighty projects to oppose Can His weak innocence and Heaven's care Be thought security from what we dare Are you then Jesuits are you so for nought In all the Catholick depths of Treason taught In orthodox and solid pois'ning read In each profounder art of killing bred And can you fail or bungle in your trade Shall one poor life your cowardize upbraid Tame dastard slaves who your profession shame And fix disgrace on our great Founder's name Think what late Sect'ries an ignoble crew Not worthy to be rank'd in sin with you Inspir'd with lofty wickedness durst do How from his Throne they hurl'd a Monarch down Aud doubly eas'd him of both Life and Crown They scorn'd in covert their bold act to hide In open face of Heav'n the work they did And brav'd its vengeance and its pow'rs defi'd This is his Son and mortal too like him Durst you usurp the glory of the crime And dare ye not I know you scorn to be By such as they out-done in villany Your proper province true you urg'd them on Were engins in the fact but they alone Share all the open credit and renown But hold I wrong our Church and Cause which need No forein instance nor what others did Think on that matchless Assassin whose name We with just pride can make our happy claim He who at killing of an Emperor To give his poison stronger force and pow'r Mixt a God with 't and made it work more sure Blest memory which shall through Age to come Stand sacred in the Lists of Hell and Rome Let our great Clement and Ravillac's name Your Spirits to like heights of sin inflame Those mighty Souls who bravely chose to die T' have each a Royal Ghost their company Heroick Act and worth their tortures well Well worth the suff'ring of a double Hell That they felt here and that below they feel And if these cannot move you as they shou'd Let me and my example fire your blood Think on my vast attempt a glorious deed Which durst the Fates have suffer'd to succeed Had rival'd Hells most proud exploit and boast Ev'n that which wou'd the King of Fates depos'd Curst be the day and ne're in time inrol'd And curst the Star whose spiteful influence rul'd The luckless Minute which my project spoil'd Curse on that Pow'r who of himself afraid My glory with my brave design betray'd Justly he fear'd lest I who strook so high In guilt should next blow up his Realm and Sky And so I had at least I would have durst And failing had got off with Fame at worst Had you but half my bravery in Sin Your work had never thus unfinish'd bin
For disbelieving Holy Church's Creed And Peter-pence is Heretick decreed And by a solemn and unquestion'd Pow'r To Death and Hell and You delivr'd o're Chuse first some dext'rous Rogue well tri'd and known Such by Confession your Familiars grown Let him by Art and Nature fitted be For any great and gallant Villany Practis'd in every Sin each kind of Vice Which deepest Casuists in their searches miss Watchful as Jealousie wary as Fear Fiercer than Lust and bolder than Despair But close as plotting Feinds in Council are To him in firmest Oaths of Silence bound The worth and merit of the Deed propound Tell of whole Reams of Pardon new come o're Indies of Gold and Blessings endless store Choice of Preferments if he overcome And if he fail undoubted Maryrdom And Bills for Sums in Heav'n to be drawn On Factors there and at first sight paid down With Arts and Promises like these allure And make him to your great design secure And here to know the sundry ways to kill Is worth the Genius of a Machiavel Cull Northern Brains in these deep Arts unbred Know nought but to cut Throats or knock o' th' Head No slight of Murder of the subt'lest shape Your busie search and observation scape Legerdemain of Killing that dives in And Juggling steals away a Life unseen How gawdy Fate may be in Presents sent And creep insensibly by Touch or Scent How Ribbands Gloves or Saddle-Pomel may An unperceiv'd but certain Death convey Above the reach of Antidotes above the Pow'r Of the fam'd Pontick Mountebank to cure What e're is known to quaint Italian spite In studied Pois'ning skill'd and exquisite What e're great Borgia or his Sire could boast Which the Expence of half the Conclave cost Thus may the business be in secret done Nor Authors nor the Accessaries known And the slurr'd guilt with ease on others thrown But if ill Fortune should your Plot betray And leave you to the rage of Foes a prey Let none his Crime by weak confession own Nor shame the Church while he 'd himself attone Let varnish'd Guile and feign'd Hypocrisies Pretended Holiness and useful Lies Your well-dissembled Villany disguise A thousand wily Turns and Doubles try To foil the Scent and to divert the Cry Cog sham out face deny equivocate Into a thousand shapes your selves translate Remember what the crafty Spartan taught Children with Rattles Men with Oaths are caught Forswear upon the Rack and if you fall Let this great comfort make amends for all Those whom they damn for Rogues next Age shall see Made Advocates i' th Church's Litany Who ever with bold Tongue or Pen shall dare Against your Arts and Practices declare What Fool shall e're presumptuously oppose Your Holy Cheats and godly Frauds disclose Pronounce him Heretick Firebrand of Hell Turk Jew Fiend Miscreant Pagan Infidel A thousand blacker Names worse Calumnies All Wit can think and pregnant Spite devise Strike home gash deep no Lies nor Slanders spare A Wound tho cur'd yet leaves behind a Scar. Those whom your Wit and Reason can't decry Make scandalous with Loads of Infamy Make Luther Monster by a Fiend begot Brought forth with Wings and Tail and Cloven Foot Make Whoredom Incest worst of vice and shame Pollute and foul his Manners Life and Name Tell how strange Storms usher'd his fatal end And Hell 's black Troops did for his Soul contend Much more I had to say but now grown faint And strength and Spirits for the Subject want Be these great Mysteries I here unfold Amongst your Order's Institutes enroll'd Preserve them sacred close and unreveal'd As ancient Rome her Sybil's Books conceal'd Let no bold Heretick with sawcy eye Into the hidden unseen Archives pry Lest the malicious flouting Rascals turn Our Church to Laughter Raillery and Scorn Let never Rack or Torture Pain or Fear From your firm Breasts th' important Secrets tear If any treach'rous Brother of your own Shall to th' World divulgâ—… make them known Let him by worst of Deaths his Guilt attone Should but his Thoughts or Dreams suspected be Let him for safety and prevention die And learn i' th' Grave the Art of Secresie But one thing more and then with joy I go Nor as a longer stay of Fate below Give me again once more your plighted Faith And let each seal it with his dying breath As the great Carthaginian heretofore The bloody reeking Altar touch'd and swore Eternal Enmity to th' Roman Pow'r Swear you and let the Fates confirm the same An endless Hatred to the Luth'ran Name Vow never to admit or League or Peace Or Truce or Commerse with the cursed Race Now through all Age when Time or Place so e're Shall give you pow'r wage an immortal War Like Theban Feuds let yours your selves survive And in your very Dust and Ashes live Like mine be your last Gasp their Curse At this They kneel and all the Sacred Volumn kiss Vowing to send each year an Hecatomb Of Huguenots an Off'ring to â—…is Tomb. In vain he would continue Abrupt Death A Period puts and stops his impious Breath In broken Accents he is scarce allow'd To faulter out his Blessing on the Crowd Amen is eccho'd by Infernal Howl And scrambling Spirits seize his parting Soul SATYR IV. S. Ignatius his Image brought in discovering the Rogueries of the Jesuits and ridiculous Superstition of the Church of Rome ONce I was common Wood a shapeless Log Thrown out a Pissing-post for ev'ry Dog The Workman yet in doubt what course to take Whether I 'd best a Saint â—…r Hog-trough make After debate resolv'd me for a Saint And thus fam'd Loyola I represent And well I may resemble him for he As stupid was as much a Block as I. My right Leg maim'd at halt I seem to stand To tell the Wounds at Pampelune sustein'd My Sword and Soldiers Armour here had been But they may in Monserrats Church be seen Those there to blessed Virgin I laid down For Cassock Surfingle and shaven Crown The spiritual Garb in which I now am shown With due Accoutrements and fit disguise I might for Centinel of Corn suffice As once the well-hung God of old stood guard And the invading Crows from Forrage scar'd Now on my head the Birds their Relicks leave And Spiders in my mouth their Arras weave And persecuted Rats oft find in me A Refuge and religious Sanctuary But you profaner Heretâ—…cks who e're The Inquisition and its vengeance fear I charge stand off at peril come not near None at twelve score untruss break wind or piss He enters Fox his Lists that dare transgress For I 'm by Holy Church in Rev'rence had And all good Cath'lick Folk implore my aid These Pictures which you see my Story give The Acts and Monuments of me alive That Frame wherein with Pilgrims weeds I stand Contains my Travels to the Holy Land This me and my Decemvirate at Rome When I for Grant of my great Order come There with Devotion rapt I hang
propping with her hand her leaning head Happen what will says she I 'll make him know What pains what raging pains I undergo Ah me I rave what tempests shake my breast And where O where will this distraction rest Trembling her Thoughts endite and oft her Eye Looks back for fear of conscious spies too nigh One hand her Paper t'other holds her Pen And Tears supply that Ink her Lines must drain Now she begins now stops and stopping frames New doubts now writes and now her writing damns She writes defaces alters likes and blames Oft throws in hast her Pen and Paper by Then takes 'em up again as hastily Unsteddy her resolves fickle and vain No sooner made but strait unmade again What her desires would have she does not know Displeas'd withall what e're she goes to do At once contending shame and hope and fear Wrack her tost mind and in her looks appear Sister was wrote but soon misguiding doubt Recalls it and the guilty word blots out Again she pauses and again begins At length her Pen drops out these hasty Lines Kind health which you and only you can grant Which if deny'd she must for ever want To you your Lover sends ah blushing Shame In silence bids her Paper hide her name Wou'd God the fatal Message might be done Without annexing it nor Byblis known E're blest success her hopes and wishes crown And had I now my smother'd greif conceal'd It might by tokens past have been reveal'd A thousand proofs were ready to impart The inward anguish of my wounded heart Oft as your fight a sudden blush did raise My blood came up to meet you at my face Oft if you call to mind my longing Eyes Betray'd in looks my souls too thin disguise Think how their Tears think how my heaving Breast Oft in deep sighs some cause unknown confest Think how these Arms did oft with fierce embrace Eager as my desires about you press These Lips too when they cou'd so happy prove â—…d you but mark'd with close warm kisses strove To whisper something more than Sisters Love And yet though rankling grief my mind distrest Tho raging flames within burn up my breast Long time I did the mighty pain endure Long strove to bring the fierce disease to cure Witness ye cruel Pow'rs who did inspire This strange this fatal this resistless fire Witness what pains for you alone can know This helpless wretch to quench't did undergo A thousand Racks and Martyrdoms and more Than a weak Virgin can be thought I bore O'rematch'd in pow'r at last I 'm forc'd to yield And to the conqu'ring God resign the field To you dear cause of all I make address From you with humble pray'rs I beg redress You rule alone my arbitrary fate And life and death on your disposal wait Ordain as you think fit deny or grant Yet know no stranger is your suppliant But she who tho to you by Blood allied In nearest bonds in nearer wou'd be tied Let doting age debate of Law and Right And gravely state the bounds of just and fit Whose Wisdom's but their Envy to destroy And bar those pleasures which they can't enjoy Our blooming years more sprightly and more gay By Nature we 're design'd for love and play Youth knows no check but leaps weak Vertu 's fence And briskly hunts the noble chase of Sense Without dull thinking we enjoyment trace And call that lawful whatsoe're does please Nor will our guilt want instances alone 'T is what the glorious Gods above have done Let 's follow where those great examples went Nor think that Sin where Heaven 's a precedent Let neither awe of Fathers frowns nor shame For ought that can be told by blabbing fame Nor any gastlier fantom fear can frame Frighten or stop us in our way to bliss But boldly let us rush on happiness Where glorious hazards shall enhanse delight And that that makes it dangerous make it great Relation too which does our fault increase Will serve that fault the better to disguise That lets us now in private often meet Bless'd opportunities for stoln delight In publick often we embrace and kiss And fear no jealous no suspecting eyes How little more remains for me to crave How little more for you to give O save A wretched Maid undone by Love and you Who does in tears and dying accents sue Who bleeds that Passion she had ne're reveal'd If not by Love Almighty Love compell'd Nor ever let her mournful Tomb complain Here Byblis lies kill'd by your cold disdain Here forc'd to end for want of room not will To add her lines the crowded Margin fill Nor space allow for more she trembling folds The Paper which her shameful Message holds And sealing as she wept with boading fear She wet her Signet with a falling Tear This done a trusty Messenger she call'd And in kind words the whisper'd Errand told Go carry this with faithful care she said To my dear there she paus'd a while and staid And by and by Brother was heard to add As she deliver'd it with her commands The Letter fell from out her trembling hands Dismay'd with the ill Omen she anew Doubted success and held yet bad him go He goes and after quick admission got To Caunus hands the fatal secret brought Soon as the doubtful Youth a glance had cast On the first lines and guest by them the rest Strait horror and amazement fill'd his breast Impatient with his rage he could not stay To see the end but threw 't half read away Scarce could his hands the trembling wretch forbear Nor did his tongue those angry threatnings spare Fly hence nor longer my chaf'd fury trust Thou cursed Pander of detested Lust Fly quickly hence and to thy swiftness owe Thy life a forfeit to my vengeance due Which had not danger of my Honour crost thou 'dst paid by this and been sent back a Ghost He the rough orders strait obeys and bears The killing news to wretched Byblis ears Like striking Thunder the fierce tidings stun And to her heart quicker than lightning run The frighted blood forsakes her ghastly face And a short death doth every Member seize But soon as sense returns her frenzy too Returns and in these words breaks forth anew And justly serv'd for why did foolish I Consent to make this rash discovery Why did I thus in hasty lines reveal That dang'rous secret Honour wou'd conceal I shou'd have first with art disguis'd the hook And seen how well the gawdy bait had took And found him hung at least before I strook From shore I shou'd have first descri'd the wind Whether 't would prove to my adventure kind E're I to untry'd Seas my self resign'd Now dash'd on Rocks unable to retire I must i' th wreck of all my hopes expire And was not I by tokens plain enough Fore-warn'd to quit my inauspicious Love Did not the Fates my ill success foretell When from my hands th' unhappy Letter fell So should my
hopes have done and my design That or the day should then have alter'd been But rather the unlucky day when Heaven Such ominous proofs of its dislike had given And so it had had not mad Passion sway'd And Reason been by blinder Love misled Besides alas I shou'd my self have gone Nor made my Pen a proxy to my Tongue Much more I cou'd have spoke much more have told Than a short Letter 's narrow room would hold He might have seen my looks my wishing Eyes My melting Tears and heard my begging Sighs About his Neck I could have flung my Arms And been all over Love all over Charms Grasp'd and hung on his Knees and there have dyed There breath'd my gasping Soul out if denied This and ten thousand things I might have done To make my Passion with advantage known Which if they each could not have bent his mind Yet surely all had forc'd him to be kind Perhaps he whom I sent was too in fault Nor rightly tim'd his Message as he ought I fear he went in some ill-chosen hour When cloudy weather made his temper lour Not those calm seasons of the mind which prove The fittest to receive the seeds of Love These things have ruin'd me for doubtless he Is made of humane flesh and blood like me He suck'd no Tygress sure nor Mountain Bear Nor does his Breast relentless Marble wear He must he shall consent again I 'll try And try again if he again deny No scorn no harsh repulse or rough defeat Shall ever my desire or hopes rebate My earnest suits shall never give him rest While Life and Love more durable shall last Alive I 'll press till breath in pray'rs be lost And after come a kind beseeching Ghost For if I might what I have done recall The first point were not to have don 't at all But since 't is done the second to be gain'd Is now to have what I have sought attain'd For he though I should now my wishes quit Can never my unchast attempts forget Should I desist 't will be believ'd that I By slightly asking taught him to deny Or that I tempted him with wily fraud And snares for his unwary honour laid Or what I sent and the belief were just Were not th' efforts of Love but shameful Lust. In fine I now dare any thing that 's ill I 've writ I have solicited my will Has been debauch'd and shou'd I thus give out I cannot chast and innocent be thought Much there is wanting still to be fulfill'd Much to my wish but little to my guilt She spoke but such is her unsetled mind It 〈◊〉 from thought to thought like veering wind Now to this point and now to that inclin'd What she could wish had unattempted been She strait is eager to attempt agen What she repents she acts and now le ts loose The reins to Love nor any bounds allows Repulse upon repulse umov'd she bears And still sues on while she her suit despairs A SATYR Upon a WOMAN who by her Falshood and Scorn was the Death of my Friend NO she shall ne're escape if Gods there be Unless they perjur'd grow and false as she Though no strange Judgment yet the Murd'ress seize To punish her and quit the partial Skies Though no revenging lightniâ—…g yet has flasht From thence that might her criminal beauties blast Tho they in their old lustre still prevail By no disease nor guilt it self made pale Guilt which should blackest Moors themselves but own Would make through all their night new blushes dawn Though that kind soul who now augments the blest Thither too soon by her unkindness chas'd Where may it be her small'st and lightest doom For that 's not half my curse never to come Though he when prompted by the high'st despair Ne're mention'd her without an Hymn or Prayer And could by all her scorn be forc'd no more Than Martyrs to revile what they adore Who had he curst her with his dying breath Had done but just and Heaven had forgave Tho ill-made Law 〈◊〉 Sentence has ordain'd For her no Statute has her Guilt arraign'd For Hangmen Womens Scorn and Doctors skill All by a licenc'd way of murder kill Tho she from Justice of all these go free And boast perhaps in her success and cry 'T was but a little harmless perjury Yet think she not she still secure shall prove Or that none dare avenge an injur'd Love I rise in Judgement am to be to her Both Witness Judge and Executioner Arm'd with dire Satyr and resentful spite I come to haunt her with the ghosts of Wit My Ink unbid starts out and flies on her Like blood upon some touching murderer And shou'd that fail rather than want I wou'd Like Haggs to curse her write in my own blood Ye spightful pow'rs if any there can be That boast a worse and keener spite than I Assist with Malice and your mighty aid My sworn Revenge and help me Rhime her dead Grant I may fix such brands of Infamy So plain so deeply grav'd on her that she Her Skill Patches nor Paint all joyn'd can hide And which shall lasting as her Soul abide Grant my strong hate may such strong poison cast That every breath may taint and rot and blast Till one large Gangrene quite o'respread her fame With foul contagion till her odious name Spit at and curst by every mouth like mine Be terror to her self and all her line Vilest of that viler Sex who damn'd us all Ordain'd to cause and plague us for our fall WOMAN nay worse for she can nought be said But Mummy by some Dev'l inhabited Not made in Heaven's Mint but base coin'd She wears an humane image stampt on Fiend And whoso Marriage would with her contract Is Witch by Law and that a meer compact Her Soul if any Soul in her there be By Hell was breath'd into her in a lye And its whole stock of falshood there was lent As if hereafter to be true it meant Bawd Nature taught her jilting when she made And by her make design'd her for the trade Hence 't was she daub'd her with a painted Face That she at once might better cheat and please All those gay charming looks that court the eye Are but an ambush to hide treachery Mischief adorn'd with pomp and smooth disguise A painted skin stuff'd full of guile and lyes Within a gawdy Case a nasty Soul Like T of quality in a gilt Close-stool Such on a Cloud those flatt'ring colours are Which only serve to dress a Tempest fair So Men upon this Earth's fair surface dwell Within are Fiends and at the center Hell Court-promises the Leagues which States-men make With more convenience and more ease to break The Faith a Jesuit in allegiance swears Or a Town-jilt to keeping Coxcombs bears Are firm and certain all compar'd with hers Early in falshood at her Font she lied And should ev'n then for Perjury been tried Her Conscience stretch'd and open as
Crime perhaps they now and then Feel pangs and strugglings of Remorse within But straitreturn to their old course agen They who have once thrown Shame and Conscience by Ne'er after make a stop in Villany Hurried along down the vast steep they go And find 't is all a Precipice below Ev'n this perfidious Friend of yours no doubt Will not with single wickedness give out Have patience but a while you 'l shortly see His hand held up at Bar for Felony You 'l see the sentenc'd wretch for Punishment To Scilly Isles or the Caribbes sent Or if I may his surer Fate divine Hung like Boroski for a Gibbet-Sign Then may you glut Revenge and feast your Eyes With the dear object of his Miseries And then at length convinc'd with joy you 'l find That the just God is neither deaf nor blind DAVID'S LAMENTATION For the DEATH of SAUL and JONATHAN PARAPHRAS'D Written in September 1677. ODE I. AH wretched Israel once a bless'd and happy State The Darling of the Stars and Heavens Care Then all the bord'ring world thy Vassals were And thou at once their Envy and their Fear How soon art thou alas by the sad turn of Fate Become abandon'd and forlorn How art thou now become their Pity and their scorn Thy Lustre all is vanish'd all thy Glory fled Thy Sun himself set in a bloud red Too sure Prognostick which does ill portend Approaching Storms on thy unhappy Land Left naked and defenceless now to each invading Hand A fatal Battel lately fought Has all these Mis'ries and Misfortunes brought Has thy quick Ruine and Destruction wrought There fell we by a mighty Overthrow A Prey to an enrag'd relentless Foe The toil and labour of their wearied Cruelty Till they no more could kill and we no longer die Vast slaughter all around th' enlarged Mountain swells And numerous Deaths increase its former Hills II. In Gath let not the mournful News be known Nor publish'd in the streets of Askalon May Fame it self be quite struck dumb Oh may it never to Philistia come Nor any live to bear the cursed Tidings home Lest the proud Enemies new Trophies raise And loudly triumph in our fresh Disgrace No captive Israelite their pompous Joy adorn Nor in sad Bondage his lost Country mourn No Spoils of ours be in their Temples hung No Hymns to Ashdod's Idol sung Nor thankful Sacrifice on his glad Altars burn Kind Heav'n forbid lest the base Heathen Slaves blaspheme Thy sacred and unutterable Name And above thine extol their Dagon's Fame Lest the vile Fish's Worship spread abroad Who fell a prostrate Victim once before our conqu'ring God And you who the great Deeds of Kings and Kingdoms write Who all their Actions to succeeding Age transmit Conceal the blushing Story ah conceal Our Nations loss and our dread Monarch's fall Conceal the Journal of this bloudy Day When both by the ill Play of Fate were thrown away Nor let our wretched Infamy and Fortune's Crime Be ever mention'd in the Registers of future Time III. For ever Gilboa be curs'd thy hated Name Th' eternal Monument of our Disgrace and shame For ever curss'd be that unhappy Scene Where Slaughter Bloud and Death did lately reign No Clouds henceforth above thy barren top appear But what may make thee mourning wear Let them ne're shake their dewy Fleeces there But only once a year On the sad Anniverse drop a remembring Tear No Flocks of Off'rings on thy Hills be known Which may by Sacrifice our Guilt and thine attone No Sheep nor any of the gentler kind hereafter stay On thee but Bears and Wolves and Beasts of prey Or men more savage wild and fierce than they A Desart may'st thou prove and lonely wast Like that our sinful stubborn Fathers past Where they the Penance trod for all they there transgress'd Too dearly wast thou drench'd with precious Bloud Of many a Jewish Worthy spilt of late Who suffer'd there by an ignoble Fate And purchas'd foul Dishonour at too high a rate Great Saul's ran there amongst the common Flood His Royal self mixt with the baser Crowd He whom Heav'ns high and open suffrage chose The Bulwark of our Nation to oppose The Pow'r and Malice of our Foes Ev'n He on whom the Sacred Oyl was shed Whose mystick drops enlarg'd his hallow'd Head Lies now oh Faâ—…e impartial still to Kings Huddled and undistinguish'd in the heap of meaner Things IV. Lo there the mighty Warriour lies With all his Lawrels all his Victories To ravâ—…nous Fowls or worse to his proud Foes a Prize How chang'd from that great Saul whose generous Aâ—…d A conqu'ring Army to distressed Jabesh led At whose approach Ammon's proud Tyrant fled How chang'd from that great Saul whom we saw bring From vanquish'd Amalek their captive Spoils and â—…ing When unbid Pity made him Agag spare Ah Pity more â—…an Cruelty found guilty there Oft has he made these conquer'd Enemies bow By whom himself lies conquer'd now At Micmash his great Might they felt and knew The same they felt at Dammiâ—… too Well I remember when from Helah's Plain He came in triumph met by a numerous Crowd Who with glad shouts proclaim'd their Joy aloud A dance of beauteous Virgins led the solemn Train And sung and prais'd the man that had his thousands slain Seir Moab Zobab felt him and where e'er He did his glorious Standards bear Officious Vict'ry follow'd in the rere Success attended still his brandish'd Sword And like the Grave the gluttonous Blade devour'd Slaughter upon its point in triumph sate And scatter'd Death as quick and wide as Fare V. Nor less in high Repute and Worth was his great Son Sole Heir of all his Valour and Renown Heir too if cruel Fate had suffer'd of his Throne The matchless Jonathan 't was whom loud tongu'd Fame Amongst her chiefest Heroes joys to name E're since the wond'rous Deeds of Seneh done Where he himself an Host o'recame a War alone The trembling Enemies fled they try'd to fly But fix'd amazement stopt and made them die Great Archer he to whom our dreadful skill me owe Dreaded by all who Israel's warlike Prowess know As many Shafts as his full Quiver held So many Fates he drew so many kill'd Quick and unerring they as darted Eye-beams flew As if he gave 'em sight and swiftness too Death took her Aim from his and by 't her Arrows threw VI. Both excellent they were both equally alli'd On Nature and on Valour 's side Great Saul who scorn'd a Rival in Renown Yet envied not the Fame of 's greater Son By him endur'd to be surpass'd alone He gallant Prince did his whole Father shew And fast as he could set the well-writ Copies drew And blush'd that Duty bid him not out-go Together they did both the paths to Glory trace Together hunted in the noble Chace Together finish'd their united Race There only did they prove unfortunate Never till then unbless'd by Fate Yet there they ceas'd not to be great
Tapers near their Fall When their own Lustre lights their Funeral Contract their Strength into one brighter Fire And in that Blaze triumphantly expire So the bright Globe that rules the Skies Tho' he guild Heav'n with a glorious Rise Reserves his choicest Beams to grace his Set And then he looks most great And then in greatest Splendor dies XXXVI Thou sharpest pains didst with that Courage bear And still thy Looks so unconcern'd didst wear Beholders seem'd more indispos'd than thee For they were sick in Effigie Like some well-fashion'd Arch thy Patience stood And purchas'd Firmness from its greater Load Those Shapes of Torture which to view in Paint Would make another faint Thou could'st endure in true Reality And feel what some could hardly bear to see Those Indians who their Kings by Torture chose Subjecting all the Royal Issue to that Test Could ne'er thy Sway refuse If he deserves to reign that suffers best Had those fierce Savages thy Patience view'd thou 'dst claim'd their Choice alone They with a Crown had paid thy Fortitude And turn'd thy Death bed to a Throne XXXVII All those Heroick Pieties Whose Zeal to Truth made them its Sacrifice Those nobler Scaevola's whose holy Rage Did their whole selves in cruel Flames engage Who did amidst their Force unmov'd appear As if those Fires but lambent were Or they had found their Empyreum there Might these repeat again their Days beneath They 'd seen their Fates out-acted by a natural Death And each of them to thee resign his Wreath In spite of Weakness and harsh Destiny To relish Torment and enjoy a Misery So to caress a Doom As make its Sufferings Delights become So to triumph o'er Sense and thy Disease As amongst Pains to revel in soft Ease These wonders did thy Vertues worth enhance And Sickness to dry Martyrdom advance XXXVIII Yet could not all these Miracles stern Fate avert Or make 't withold the Dart. Only she paus'd a while with Wonder strook A while she doubted if that Destiny was thine And turned o'er again the dreadful Book And hop'd she had mistook And wish'd she might have cut another Line But dire Necessity Soon cry'd 't was thee And bad her give the fatal Blow Strait she obeys and strait the vital Powers grow Too weak to grapple with a stronger Foe And now the feeble Strife forgo Life's sap'd Foundation every Moment sinks And every Breath to lesser compass shrinks Last panting Gasps grow weaker each Rebound Like the faint Tremblings of a dying Sound And doubtful Twilight hovers o'er the Light Ready to usher in Eternal Night XXXIX Yet heré thy Courage taught thee to out-brave All the slight Horrors of the Grave Pale Death's Arrest Ne'er shock'd thy Breast Nor could it in the dreadfulst Figure drest That ugly Skeleton may guilty Spirits daunt When the dire Ghosts of Crimes departed haunt Arm'd with bold Innocence thou couldst that Mormo dare And on the bare-fac'd King of Terrors stare As free from all Effects as from the Cause of Fear Thy Soul so willing from thy Body went As if both parted by Consent No Murmur no Complaining no Delay Only a Sigh a Groan and so away Death seem'd to glide with Pleasure in As if in this Sense too 't had lost her Sting Like some well-acted Comedy Life swiftly past And ended just so still and sweet at last Thou like its Actors seem'dst in borrow'd Habit here And couldst as easily beneath As they do that put off Mortality Thou breathedst out thy Soul as free as common Breath As unconcern'd as they are in a feigned Death XL. Go happy Soul ascend the joyful Sky Joyful to shine with thy bright Company Go mount the spangled Sphere And make it brighter by another Star Yet stop not there till thou advance yet higher Till thou art swallow'd quite In the vast unexhausted Ocean of Delight Delight which there alone in its true Essence is Where Saints keep an eternal Carnival of Bliss Where the Regalio's of refined Joy Which fill but never cloy Where Pleasures ever growing ever new Immortal as thy self and boundless too There may'st thou learned by Compendium grow For which in vain below We so much time and so much pains bestow There may'st thou all Idaea's see All wonders which in Knowledge be In that fair beatifick mirror of the Deity XLI Mean while thy Body mourns in its own Dust And puts on Sables for its tender Trust. Tho' dead it yet retains some untoucht Grace Wherein we may thy Soul 's fair Foot-steps trace Which no Disease can frighten from its wonted place E'en its Deformities do thee become And only serve to consecrate thy Doom Those marks of Death which did its Surface stain Now hallow not profane Each Spot does toa Ruby turn What soil'd but now would now adornâ—… Those Asterisks plac'd in the Margin of thy Skin Point out the nobler Soul that dwelt within Thy lesser like the greater World appears All over bright all over stuck with Stars So Indian Luxury when it would be trim Hangs Pearls on every Limb. Thus amongst ancient Picts Nobility In Blemishes did lie Each by his Spots more honourable grew And from their Store a greater Value drew Their Kings were known by th' Royal Stains they bore And in their Skins their Ermin wore LXII Thy Blood where Death triumph'd in greatest State Whose Purple seem'd the Badge of Tyrant-Fate And all thy Body o'er Its ruling Colours bore That which infected with the noxious Ill But lately help'd to kill Whos 's Circulation fatal grew And thro' each part a swifter Ruin threw Now conscious it s own Murther would arraign And throngs to sally out at every Vein Each Dropa redder than its native Dye puts on As if in its own Blushes 't would its Guilt atone A sacred Rubric does thy Carcass paint And Death in every Member writes thee Saint So Phoebus cloaths his dying Rays each Night And blushes he can live no longer to give Light LXIII Let Fools whose dying Fame requires to have Like their own Carcasses a Grave Let them with vain Expence adorn Some costly Urn Which shortly like themselves to Dust shall turn Here lacks no Carian Sepulchre Which Ruin shall e'er long in its own Tomb interr No fond AEgyptian Fabric built so high As if 't would climb the Sky And thence reach Immortality Thy Vertues shall embalm thy Name And make it lasting as the Breath of Fame When frailer Brass Shall moulder by a quick Decrease When brittle Marble shall decay And to the Jaws of Time become a Prey Thy Praise shall live when Graves shall buried lie Till Time it self shall die And yield its triple Empire to Eternity To the Memory of that worthy Gentleman Mr. Harman Atwood PINDARIQUE I. No I 'll no more repine at Destiny Now we poor common Mortals are content to die When thee blest Saint we cold and breathless see Thee who if ought that 's great and brave Ought that is excellent might save