Element must now restore Rode up and down to view his Loyal Bands How each in order and in courage stands LXVI His Head uâ—arm'd to those his faithful Friends Who now impatient of the Battail stay With an undaunted Look he recommends The common State wherein their Fortunes lay He tells them all that no more strength attends To try th'evâ—nt of such another day But thaâ— each private Man's peculiar share Of Life and Safety in their Valours were LXVII His noble Presence more perswasion finds Than his brave Words not to be heard by all And gave a better stamp to all their Minds Than from the Tongue of Eloquence could fall Nothing a Souldiers Resolution binds More than Example in a General They all ambitious are of their blind Fate And each Man thinks the time defeâ—'d too latâ— LXVIII Thus riding the Divisions his Host To help an Error were it to be found He spur'd his fiery Steed from post to post Through the Files of ev'ry Squadron round So to supply where the defect was most A disadvantage in his Men or Ground Till at the main Battalions head he stay'd And lifting up his Eyes to Heaven thus pray'd LXIX Thou dreaded Architect of this great Ball Who with thine Eye of Providence look'st down Searching the secret Purposes of all Out of thy Gracious Bounty please to own The Justice of my Arms nor let me fall In my just claim to this usurped Crown But fav'rably extend this doubtful hour The conqu'ring hand of thy Almighty Power LXX Or if for this thy zealous peoples Peace Thou in thy sacred Wisdom know 't unfit That I should rule and that 't were their Disease In the French Throne should I a Monarch sit Then let my Title fall if thou so please T' advance their Fortune and let me with it In the first File of Honor fighting dye Worthy my Name and their Fidelity LXXI This said a chearful shout i' th' Front began The loud excursion of a sudden Joy And with the Rear which eccho'd to the Van Fill'd the whole Camp with an auspicious Cry From Troop to Troop the Loyal Motto ran Which made the Plain resound Vive le Roy All arm'd with Valour and their Prince's Love Unwilling stay their faithful Arms to prove LXXII Then with his Cask he arm'd his noble Head In which a waving Plume of curled white Like a white Dove the silver Wings outspread Above his Crest there stuck to be a Light In clouds of Horror unto those he led Through the rough paths of an uncertain Fight And now the Armies both attend the sign Which given both in dreadful conflict joyn LXXIII Have you not seen on Neptune's liquid Plain A short-liv'd Truce still that transparent Face No whisper of the Air to crisp the Maine But all as even and as smooth as Glass Where not the Footsteps of a Storm remain Whereby the Eye may any ruins trace The Sea so calm and the Winds Doors so bar'd As if the Elements had never jar'd LXXIV When on a sudden all the Winds broke loose From the dark Entrails of their bolted Cave Break the late Concord and dissolve the Truce And on the surface of the Waters brave Nothing but noise and tumult then â—nsues Winds fight with Winds and Wave encountreth Wave Together shuffled in a foaming rage That pale-fac'd Ruin only can asswage LXXV So still these Armies do maintain their Ground As in their cutting Swords no danger were As each withdrew his hand from the first Wound Panting for Glory some and some for Fear Till by the Signal of the Trumpets Sound In a far diff'rent posture they appear Thund'ring confusion to the vaulted Sky A Prologue to th' ensuing Tragedy LXXVI The wide-mouth'd Canon through their Iron Jaws In killing Accents first began to speak Disputing with a dreadful noise the cause In which all Argument had prov'd too weak Nor was it now a time for other Laws Than what th' effects of Fire and Sword could wreak No other Language must be understood Thâ—n that which spoke in Thunder Fire and Blood. LXXVII The troubled Morning who before had lent Only a faint and an unwilling Light In sulph'rous Clouds was hid as if they meant To shade that Beauty with eternal Night The rowls of Smoak These roaring Ord'nance vent Heav'ns burning Eye had overshaded quite A vaperous Darkness so enclos'd them all None other knew but by the Canons call LXXVIII So have I seen a black tempestous shade Rudely succeeding Phoebus's Golden Beams With thund'ring Terror the hush't Air invade Clad in the rage of Natures loud extreams No ray of Comfort but what Light'nings made Darting through dreadful Chasms their flaming Streams Whilst the confounded World do trembling fear The last and greatest Dissolution near LXXIX Twice had these Engines upon either part Disgorg'd their murd'ring Entrails on the Foe But with so diff'rent Fortune Care and Art That the Duke's erring Shot play'd all too low Whilst the King 's levell'd Right tore through the Heart Of the Duke's Front almost to overthrow And gall'd Count Egmont who asham'd to stay Began the brave Encounter of the Day LXXX The Grand-priors Squadron the bold Count assails With so much Brav'ry such impetuous Force That through that Body's Centre he prevails Unable to withstand his stronger Horse So that the Flemings turn'd their Coursers Tails On the King's Canon and compleat their Course Painting their Lances with the Rabble Blood Of Pioneers who by the Ord'nance stood LXXXI By which contempt they so disorder'd were Thus killing on at this successful rate That bold Aumont and fierce Byron must bear Upon their damask't Swords their sudden Fate So that by these charg'd home in Flanck and Rear They find the Error of their hast too late Whilst the Grand-prior rally'd straight began A furious Charge in their dismember'd Van. LXXXII Anger and Shame Spite and Revenge contend In execution which should which out-run With unresisted Fury all offend And to redeem what the rash Duâ—ch had won Who round begirt with slaughter bow and bend And e're times restless wheel an hour had spun On the cold bosom of the purpled Plain They ev'ry Man lay with their Leader slain LXXXII So a Victorious Grove of stately Oaks Which their aspiring Heads to Heaven raise Before a throng of Lab'rers wounding stroaks Stoop their ambitious Brows to kiss their base The strong limb'd Clown in his Endeavour smoaks Till the large Trunks lie tumbled on the place As fell this Squadron on th' Earths bruis'd Womb Worthy a better Cause and worth their Tomb. LXXXIV In this great Ruin Noble Egmont fell To War and Death a Bloody Sacrifice His Countries Honor his Times Miracle Spurring his Faâ—e by his too bold Advise Nor can the Tongue of Fame speak ought but well Of his Renoun and living Victories He Conqu'ring fell despising Fate and Death Bequeathing to his Name Immortal Breath LXXXV Now through the Field Giddy destruction flew To riot in full draughts
from Anacreon THe Earth with swallowing drunken showers Reels a perpetual round And with their Healths the Trees and Flowers Again drink up the Ground The Sea of Liquor spuing full The ambient Air doth sup And thirsty Phoebus at a pull Quaffs off the Ocean's cup. When stagg'ring to a resting place His bus'ness being done The Moon with her pale platter face Comes and drinks up the Sun. Since Elements and Planets then Drink an eternal round 'T is much more proper sure for men Have better Liquor found Why may not I then tell me pray Drink and be drunk as well as they On Christmas-day Hymn I. RIse happy Mortals from your sleep Bright Phospher now begins to peep In such apparel as ne'er dress'd The proudest day-break of the East Death's Sable Curtain 'gins disperse And now the blessed Morn appears Which has long'd and pray'd for him So many Centuries of years To defray th'arrears of sin Now through the joyfull Universe Beams of Mercy and of Love Shoot forth comfort from above And Choires of Angels do proclaim The Holy Iesus blessed Name II. Rise Sheepherds leave your Flocks and run The Soul 's great Sheepherd now is come Oh! wing your tardy feet and fly To greet this dawning Majesty Heaven's Messenger in tidings bless'd Invites you to the Sacred place Where the blessed Babe of Joy Wrapp'd in his Holy Father's Grace Come's the Serpent to destroy That lurks in ev'ry humane Breast To Iudah's Beth'lem turn your feet There you shall Salvation meet There in a homely Manger hurl'd Lies the Messias of the World. III. Riding upon the Morning's wings The joyfull Air Salvation sings Peace upon Earth tow'rds men good will Ecchoes from ev'ry Vale and Hill For why the Prince of Peace is come The glorious Infant who this Morn By a strange mysterious Birth Is of his Virgin Mother born To redeem the Seed of Earth From foul rebellious heavy doom Travel Magi of the East To adore this sacred Guest And offer up with reverence Your Gold your Myrrhe and Frankincense IV. At th'teeming of this Blessed Womb All Nature is one Joy become The Fire the Earth the Sea and Air The great Salvation do declare The Mountains skip with Joy's excess The Ocean 's briny billows swell O'er the surface of their Lands And at this Sacred Miracle Flouds do clap their liquid hands Joy's Inundation to express Babes spring in the narrow rooms Of their tender Mothers Wombs And all for Triumph of the Morn Wherein the Child of bliss was born V. Let each religious Soul then risâ— To offer up a Sacrifice And on the wings of Pray'r and Praise His gratefull heart to Heaven raise For this that in a Stable lies This poor neglected Babe is he Hell and Death that must controll And speak the blessed Word be free To ev'ry true believing Soul Death has no sting nor Hell no prize Through his Merits great whilst we Travel to Eternity And with the Blessed Angels sing Hosannah's to the Heav'nly King. Chorus RIse then O rise and let your voices Tell the Spheres the Soul rejoyces In Beth'lem this auspicious Morn The Glorious Son of God is born The Child of Glory Prince of Peace Brings Mercy that will never cease Merits that wipe away the sin Each Humane Soul was forfeit in And washing off the fatall stain Man to his Maker knits again Joyn then your gratefull Notes and sing Hosannah's to the Heav'nly King. Saphick Ode HOw easie is his Life and free Who urg'd by no necessity Eats chearfull Bread and over night does pay For 's next day 's Crapula No suitor such a mean estate Invites to be importunate No supple flatt'rer robbing Villain or Obstreperous Creditor This man does need no Bolts nor Locks Nor needs he start when any knocks But may on careless Pillow lie and snoar With a wide open door Trouble and Danger Wealth attend An usefull but a dang'rous Friend Who makes us pay e'er we can be releas'd Quadruple Interest Let 's live to day then for to morrow The Fool 's too provident will borrow A thing which through Chance or Infirmity 'T is odds he ne'er may see Spend all then e'er you go to Heaven So with the World you will make even And men discharge by dying Nature's score Which done we owe no more The Morning Quatrains I. THe Cock has crow'd an hour ago 'T is time we now dull sleep forgo Tir'd Nature is by sleep redress'd And Labour 's overcome by Rest. II. We have out-done the work of Night 'T is time we rise t' attend the Light And â—'er he shall his Beams display To plot new bus'ness for the day III. None but the slothfull or unsound Are by the Sun in Feathers found Nor without rising with the Sun Can the World's bus'ness e'er be done IV. Hark! Hark! the watchfull Chanticler Tells us the day's bright Harbinger Peeps o'er the Eastern Hills to awe And warn night's sov'reign to withdraw V. The Morning Curtains now are drawn And now appears the blushing dawn Aurora has her Roses shed To strew the way Sol's steeds must tread VI. Xanthus and Aethon harness'd are To roll away the burning Carr And snorting flame impatient bear The dressing of the Chariotier VII The sable Cheeks of sullen Night Are streak'd with Rosie streams of light Whilst she retires away in fear To shade the other Hemisphere VIII The merry Lark now takes her wings And long'd-for days loud wellcome sings Mounting her body out of sight As if she meant to meet the light IX Now doors and windows are unbar'd Each-where are chearfull voices heard And round about Good-morrows fly As if Day taught Humanity X. The Chimnies now to smoke begin And the old Wife sits down to spin Whilst Kate taking her Pail does trip Mulls swoln and stradl'ing Paps to strip XI Vulcan now makes his Anvil ring Dick whistles loud and Maud doth sing And Silvio with his Bugle Horn Winds an Imprime unto the Morn XII Now through the morning doors behold Phoebus array'd in burning Gold Lashing his fiery Steeds displays His warm and all enlight'ning Rays XIII Now each one to his work prepares All that have hands are Labourers And Manufactures of each trade By op'ning Shops are open laid XIV Hob yokes his Oxen to the Team The Angler goes unto the stream The Wood-man to the Purlews highs And lab'ring Bees to load their thighs XV. Fair Amarillis drives her Flocks All night safe folded from the Fox To flow'ry Downs where Collin stays To court her with his Roundelays XVI The Traveller now leaves his Inn A new days Journey to begin As he would post it with the day And early rising makes good way XVII The slick-fac'd School-boy Sachel takes And with slow pace small riddance makes For why the haste we make you know To Knowledge and to Vertue 's slow XVIII The Foreâ—horse gingles on the Road The Waggoner lugs on his Load The Field with busie People snies And City rings with various
Roof And striking Fire in the Air We Mortals call a shooting Star. XI That 's all the Light we now receive Unless what belching Vulcans give And those yield such a kind of Light As adds more horror to the Night XII Nyctimine now freed from day From sullen Bush flies out to prey And does with Feret note proclaim Th' arrival of th' usurping Dame. XIII The Rail now cracks in Fields and Meads Toads now forsake the Nettle-beds The tim'rous Hare goes to relief And wary Men bolt out the Theef XIV The Fire 's new rak't and Hearth swept clean By Madg the dirty Kitchin Quean The Safe is lock't the Mouse-trap set The Leaven laid and Bucking wet XV. Now in false Floors and Roofs above The lustful Cats make ill-tun'd Love The Ban-dog on the Dunghil lies And watchful Nurse sings Lullabies XVI Philomel chants it whilst she bleeds The Bittern booms it in the Reeds And Reynard entring the back Yard The Capitolian Cry is heard XVII The Goblin now the Fool alarms Haggs meet to mumble o're their Charms The Night-mare rides the dreaming Ass And Fairies trip it on the grass XVIII The Drunkard now supinely snores His load of Ale sweats through his Pores Yet when he wakes the Swine shall find A Cropala remains behind XIX The Sober now and Chast are blest With sweet and with refreshing rest And to sound sleeps they 've best pretence Have greatest share of Innocence XX. We should so live then that we may Fearless put off our Clotts and Clay And travel through Death's shades to Light For every Day must have its Night Ode GOOD night my Love may gentle rest Charm up your Senses till the Light Whilst I with Care and Woe opprest Go to inhabit endless Night There whilst your Eyes shall grace the Day I must in the despairing shade Sigh such a woful time away As never yet poor Lover had Yet to this endless Solitude There is one dangerous step to pass To one that loves your sight so rude As Flesh and Blood is loth to pass But I will take it to express I worthily your Favours wore Your merits Sweet can claim no less Who dyes for you can do no more Ode de Monsieur Racan INgrateful cause of all my harms I go to seek amidst Alarms My Death or Liberty And that 's all now I 've left to do Since cruel Fair in serving you I can nor live nor dye The King his Towns sees desart made His Plains with armed Troops o're-spread Violence do's controul All 's Fire and Sword before his Eyes Yet has he fewer Enemies Than I have in my Soul. But yet alas my hope is vain To put a period to my pain By any desperate ways ` T is you that hold my Life enchain'd And under Heaven you command And only you my days If in a Battel 's loud'st Alarms I rush amongst incensed Arms Invoking Death to take me Seeing me look so pale the Foe Will think me Death himself and so Not venture to attaque me In Bloody Fields where Mars doth make With his loud Thunder all to shake Both Earth and Heav'n to boot Mans pow'r to kill me I despise Since Love with Arrows from your Eyes Had not the Pow'r to doo 't No I must languish still unblest And in worst Torments manifest My firm Fidelity Or that my Reason set me free Since Fair in serving you I see I can nor live nor dye Contentation Directed to my Dear Father and most Worthy Friend Mr. Isaac Walton HEav'n what an Age is this what Race Of Giants are sprung up that dare Thus fiy in the Almighty's Face And with his Providence make War II. I can go no where but I meet With Malecontents and Mutineers As if in Life was nothing sweet And we must Blessings reap in Tears III. O senseless Man that murmurs still For Happiness and does not know Even though he might enjoy his Will What he would have to make him so IV. Is it true Happiness to be By undiscerning Fortune plac't In the most eminent Degree Where few arrive and none stand fast V. Titles and Wealth are Fortune's Toyls Wherewith the Vain themselves ensnare The Great are proud of borrow'd Spoils The Miser's Plenty breeds his Care. VI. The one supinely yawns at rest Th' other eternally doth toyl Each of them equally a Beast A pamper'd Horse or lab'ring Moyl VII The Tituladoâ—s oft disgrac'd By publick hate or private frown And he whose Hand the Creature rais'd Has yet a Foot to kick him down VIII The Drudge who would all get all save Like a brute Beast both feeds and lies Prone to the Earth he digs his Grave And in the very labour dies IX Excess of ill got ill kept Pelf Does only Death and Danger breed Whilst one rich Worldling starves himself With what would thousand others feed X By which we see what Wealth and Pow'r Although they make men rich and great The sweets of Life do often four And gull Ambition with a Cheat. XI Nor is he happier than these Who in a moderate estate Where he might safely live at case Has Lusts that are immoderate XII For he by those desires misled Quits his own Vine's securing shade T' expose his naked empty head To all the Storms Man's Peace invade XIII Nor is he happy who is trim Trick't up in favours of the Fair Mirrors with every Breath made dim Birds caught in every wanton snare XIV Woman man's greatest woe or bliss Does ofter far than serve enslave And with the Magick of a Kiss Destroys whom she was made to save XV. Oh fruitful Grief the World's Disease And vainer Man to make it so Who gives his Miseries encrease By cultivating his own woe XVI There are no ills but what we make By giving Shapes and Names to things Which is the dangerous mistake That causes all our Sufferings XVII We call that Sickness which is Health That Persecution which is Grace That Poverty which is true Wealth And that Dishonour which is Praise XVIII Providence watches over all And that with an impartial Eye And if to Misery we fall ` T is through our own Infirmity XIX ` T is want of foresight makes the bold Ambitious Youth to danger climb And want of Vertue when the old At Persecution do repine XX. Alas our Time is here so short That in what state soe're `t is spent Of Joy or Wo does not import Provided it be innocent XXI But we may make it pleasant too If we will take our Mâ—asures right And not what Heav'n has done undo By an unruly Appetite XXII ` T is Contentation that alone Can make us happy here below And when this little Life is gone Will lift us up to Heav'n too XXIII A very little satisfies An honest and a grateful heart And who would more than will suffice Does covet more than is his part XXIV That man is happy in his share Who is warm clad and cleanly fed Whose Necessaries bound
his Care And honest Labour makes his Bed. XXV Who free from Debt and clear from Crimes Honours those Laws that others fear Who ill of Princes in worst Times Will neither speak himself nor hear XXVI Who from the busie World retires To be more useful to it still And to no greater good aspires But only the eschewing ill XXVII Who with his Angle and his Books Can think the longest day well spent And praises God when back he looks And finds that all was innocent XXVIII This man is happier far than he Whom publick Business oft betrays Through Labyrinths of policy To crooked and forbidden ways XXIX The World is full of beaten Roads But yet so slippery withall That where one walks secure `t is odds A hundred and a hundred fall XXX Untrodden Paths are then the best Where the frequented are unsure And he comes soonest to his rest Whose Journey has been most secure XXXI It is Content alone that makes Our Pilgrimage a Pleasure here And who buyes Sorrow cheapest takes An ill Commodity too dear XXXII But he has Fortunes worst withstood And Happiness can never miss Can covet nought but where he stood And thinks him happy where he is Stances de Monsieur de Scudery FAIR Nymph by whose Perfections mov'd My wounded heart is turn'd to flame By all admir'd by all approv'd Endure at least to be belov'd Although you will not love again Aminta as unkind as fair What is there that you ought to fear For cruel if I you declare And that indeed you cruel are Why the Reproach may you not hear Even Reproaches should delight If Friendship for me you have none And if no Anger I have yet Enough perhaps that may invite Your hatred or Compassion When your Disdain is most severe When you most rigorous do prove When frowns of Anger most you wear You still more charming do appear And I am more and more in Love. Ah let me Sweet your sight enjoy Though with the forfeit of my Life For fall what will I 'de rather dye Beholding you of present Joy Than absent of a lingring grief Let your Eyes lighten till expiring In flame my Heart a Cinder lye Falling is nobler than retiring And in the glory of aspiring ` T is brave to tumble from the Sky Yet I would any thing embrace Might serve your Anger to appease And if I may obtain my grace Your steps shall leave no print nor trace I will not with Devotion kiss If Tyrant you will have it so No word my Passion shall betray My wounded Heart shall hide its woe But if it sigh those Sighs will show And tell you what my Tongue would say Should yet your Rigour higher rise Even those offending Sighs shall cease I will my Pain and grief disguise But Sweet if you consult mine Eyes Those Eyes will tell you my Disease If th' utmost my Respect can do Still will your Cruelty displease Consult your Face and that will shew What Love is to such Beauty due And to the state of my Disease Melancholy Pindarick Ode I. WHat in the name of wonder 's this Which lyes so heavy at my heart That I ev'n Death it self could kiss And think it were the greatest Bliss Even at this moment to depart Life even to the wretched dear To me 's so nauseous grown There is no ill I 'de not commit But proud of what would forâ—eit it Would act the mischeif without fear And wade through thousand lives to lose my own II. Yea Nature never taught me bloody Rules Nor was I yet with vicious precept bred And now my Virtue paints my cheeks in Gules To check mee for the wicked thing I said ` T is not then I but something in my Breast With which unwittingly I am possest Which breaths forth Horror to proclaim That I am now no more the same One that some seeds of Vertue had But one run resolutely mad A Fiend a Fury and a Beast Or a Demoniack at least Who without sence of Sin or shame At nothing but dire mischiefs aim Egg'd by the Prince of Fiends and Legion is his Name III. Alas my Reason's overcast That Sovereign Guide is quite displac't Clearly dismounted from his Throne Banish'd his Empire fled and gone And in his room An infamous Usurper's come Whose Name is sounding in mine Ear Like that methinks of Oliver Nay I remember in his Life Such a Disease as mine was mighty rise And yet methinks it cannot be That he Should be crept into me My skin could ne're contain sure so much Evil Nor any place but Hell can hold so great a Devil IV. But by its symtomes now I know What is that does torment me so ` T is a disease As great a Fiend almost as these That drinks up all my better blood And leaves the rest a standing Pool And though I ever little understood Makes me a thousand times more Fool. Fumes up dark vapours to my Brain Creates burnt Choler in my breast And of these nobler parts possest Tyrannically there does reign Oh when kind Heaven shall I be well again V. Accursed Melancholy it was Sin First brought thee in Sin lodg'd the first in our first Father's Breast By Sin thou' rt nourish't and by Sin increast Thou' rt man's own Creature he has giv'n thee pow'r The sweets of Life thus to devour To make us shun the cheerful Light And creep into the shades of Night Where the sly Tempter ambush't lies To make the discontented Soul his prize There the Progenitor of guile Accosts us in th' old Serpent's style Rails at the World as well as we Nay Providence i 's sel 's 's not free Proceeding then to Arts of Flattery He there extolls our Valour and our Parts Spreads all his Nets to catch our Hearts Concluding thus what generous mind Would longer here draw breath That might so sure a Refuge find In the repose of Death Which having said he to our choice presents All his destroying Instruments Swords and Steeletto's Halters Pistols Knives Poysons both quick and slow to end our Lives Or if we like none of those fine Devices He then presents us Pools and Precipices Or to let out or suffocate our breath And by once dying to obtain an everlasting Death VI. Avaunt thou Devil Melancholy Thou grave and sober Folly Night of the Mind wherein our Reasons grope For future Joys but never can find hope Parent of Murthers Treasons and Despair Thou pleasing and eternal care Go sow thy rank and poys'nous seeds In such a soyl of mind as breeds With little help black and nefarious deeds And let my whiter Soul alone For why should I thy sable weed put on Who never meditated ill nor ill have never done VII Ah `t is ill done to me that makes me sad And thus to pass away With sighs the tedious Nights and does Like one that either is or will be mad Repentance can our own fowl soules make pure And expiate the foulest Deed Whereas the
Death thou Child's Bug-bear thou fools terrour Gastly set forth the weak to awe Begot by fear increast by errour Whom none but a sick Fancy ever saw Thou who art only fear'd By the illiterate and tim'rous Heard But by the wise Esteem'd the greatest of Felicities Why sithence by an Universal Law Entail'd upon Mankind thou art Should any dread or seek t' avoid thy Dart When of the two Fear is the greatest smart O senceless Man who vainly flies What Heaven has ordain'd to be The Remedy Of all thy Mortal pains and miseries III. Sorrow Want Sickness Injury Mischance The happy'st Man's certain Inheritance With all the various Ills Which the wide World with mourning â—ills Or by Corruption or Disaster bred Are for the living all not for the dead When Life's Sun sets Death is a Bed With sable Curtains spread Where we lye down To rest the weary Limbs and careful Head And to the Good a Bed of Down There there no frightful Tintamarre Of Tumult in the many headed Beast Nor all the loud Artillery of War Can fright us from that sweet that happy Rest Wherewith the still and silent Grave is blest Nor all the rattle that above they keep â—reak our repose or rouze us from that everlasting sleep IV. The Grave is priviledg'd from noise and care From Tyranny and wild oppression Violence has so little power there Ev'n worst Oppressors let the dead alone We 're there secure from Princes frowns The Insolencies of the Great From the rude hands of barb'rous Clowns And Policies of those that sweat The simple to betray and cheat Or if some one with Sacrilegious hand Would persecute us after Death His want of Power shall his Will withstand And he shall only lose his breath For all that he by that shall gain Will be Dishonour for his pain And all the clutter he can keep Will only serve to rock us whilst we soundly sleep V. The Dead no more converse with Tears With idle Jealousies and Fears No danger makes the Dead man start No idle Love torments his heart No loss of Substance Parents Children Friends Either his Peace or Sleep offends Nought can provoke his anger or despite He out of combat is and injury 'T is he of whom Philosophers so write And who would be a Stoick let him dye For whilst we living are what Man is he Who the Worlds wroâ—gs does either feel or see That possibly from Passion can be free But must put on A noble Indignation Warranted both by Vertue and Religion VI. Then let me dye and no more subject be Unto the Tyrannizing pow'rs To which this short Mortality of ours Is either preordain'd by Destiny Or bound by natural Infirmity We nothing whilst we here remain But Sorrow and Repentance gain Nay ev'n our very joyes are pain Or being past To woe and torment turn at last Nor is there yet any so sacred place Where we can sanctuary find No Man's a friend to Sorrow and Disgrace But flying one we other mischiefs meet Or if we kinder Entertainment find We bear the seeds of Sorrow in the Mind And keep our frailty when we shift our feet Whilst we are Men we still our Passions have And he that is most free is his own slave There is no refuge but the friendly Grave On the Death of the Most Noble Thomas Earl of Ossory Carmen Irregulare I ENough Enough I'lâ— hear no more And would to Heav'n I had been deaf before That â—atal Sound had struck my Ear Harsh Rumor has not left so sad a note In her hoarse Trumpet 's brazen throat To move Compassion and inforce a Tear. Methinks all Nature should relent and droop The Center shrink and Heaven stoop The Day be turn'd to mourning Night The twinkling Stars weep out their Light And all things out of their Distinction run Into their primitive Confusion A Chaos with cold Darkness overspread Since the Illustrious Ossory is dead II. When Death that fatal Arrow drew Ten Thousand hearts he pierced through Though one alone he out-right slew Never since Sin gave him his killing Trade He at one shot so great a slaughter made He needs no more at those let fly They of that wound alone will dye And who can now expect to live when he Thus fell unpriviledg'd we see He met Death in his greatest Tryumph War And always thence came off a Conqueror Through rattling shot and Pikes the Slave he sought Knock't at each Cuirass for him as he fought Beat him at Sea and baffled him on shore War 's utmost fury he out-brav'd before But yet it seems a Fever could do more III. The English Infantry are Orphans now Pale Sorrow hangs on every Souldiers-brow Who now in Honour's path shall lead you on Since your beloved General is gon Furl up your Ensigns case the warlike Drum Pay your last honours to his Tomb Hang dow your Manly heads in sign of woe That now is all that your poor Loves can do Unless by Wiâ—â—â—r's Fire or Summer's shade To tell what a brave Leader once you had Hang your now useless Arms up in the Hall There let them rust upon the sweating Wall Go Till the Fields and with inglorious Sweat An honest but a painful living get Your old neglected Callings now renew And bid to glorious War a long adieu IV. The Dutch may now have Fishing free And whilst the Consternation lasts Like the proud Rulers of the Sea Shew the full stature of their Masts Our English Neptune deaf to all Alarms Now soundly sleeps in Deaths cold Arms And on his Ebon Altar has laid down His awful Trident and his Naval Crown No more shall the tall Frigat dance For joy she carrys this Victorious Lord Who to the Capstain chain'd Mischance Commanding on her lofty board The Sea it self that is all tears Would weep her soundless Channel dry Had she unhappily but Ears To hear that Ossory could dye Ah cruel Fate thou never struck'st a blow By all Mankind regretted so Nor can't be said who should lament him most No Country such a Patriot e're could boast And never Monarch such a Subject lost V. And yet we knew that he must one day dye That should our grief asswage By Sword or Shot or by Infirmity Or if theâ—e fail'd by Age. But He alas too soon gave place To the Successors of his Noble Race We wisht and coveted to have him long He was not old enough to dye so soon And they to finish what he had begun As much too young But Time that had no hand in his mischance Is fitter to mature and to advance Their early hopes to the Inheritance Of Titles Honors Riches and Command Their Glorious Grandsir's Merits have obtain'd And which shines brighter than a Ducal Crown Of their Illustrious Family's Renown Oh may there never fail of that brave Race A man as great as the great Ossory was To serve his Prince and as successful prove In the same Valour Loyalty and Love
dull became In sovereign Sack thou did'st an Eye-salve seek And stol'st a blest dew from her rosie Cheek When straight thy lids a chearful vigour wore More quick and penetrating than before I saw the sprightly Grape in glory rise And with her Day thy drooping Night surprize So that where now a giddy darkness dwells Brightness now breaks through liquid Spectacles Had Adam known this cure in Paradice He 'd scap'd the Tree and drunk to clear his Eyes The Separation I. I Ghess'd none wretched in his love But who his Mistress's scorn did prove Nor judg'd him happy but whose fire Was paid with mutual desire But sad Experience tells In both extreams there dwells A destiny which so malignant is To make Man wretched in his greatest bliss II. The brightest Beauty I adore That consecrated Earth e're bore The sweetest Person fairest Mind That ever met in Woman-kind And which afflicts me am Met with an equal flame For had she hated me her scorn might have Condemn'd my Infant-love to its blest Grave III. But such 't is nourisht by her grace As Time nor Objects can deface To such a faith as cannot be Compell'd from its Integrity But oh th' unwelcome cause Of superstitious Laws That us from our mutual Embraces tear And separates our bloods because too near Another of the same I. AT what a wild malicious rate Blind cruel Deity Do thy keen Arrows fly Sure th' art not God of Love but Hate Bold Tyrant-Child that can'st endure To make a Wound admits no Cure. II. An Happiness can wait upon Strangers that distant are As North and Southern Star But we though born under one Zone Who in one Root one Cradle lay In Love must be less blest than they III. Ah! that 's the cause why we must run Like streams sprung from one Source Each in a various course The fiction Incest so to shun When better that we mixt it were Than other Rivers ravish't her But I 'll pursue her till our floods agree Alpheus I and Arethâ—sa she On the great Eater of Grays-Inn OH for a lasting wind that I may rail At this vile Cormorant this Harpey-male That can with such an hungry hast devour A years Provision in one short liv'd hour Prodigious Calf of Pharoah's lean-rib'd Kine That swallowest Beef at every bit a Chine Yet art thy self so meagre Men may see Approaching Famine in thy Phys'nomy The World may yet rejoice thou wer 't not one That shar'd Ioves mercy with Deucalion Had he thy grinders trusted in that boat Where the whole Worlds Epitomy did float Clean and Unclean had dy'd th' Earth found a wanâ— Of her irrational Inhabitant 'T is doubted there their fury had not cea'st But of the humane part too made a Feast How Fruitless then had been Heaven's charity No Man on earth had liv'd nor Beast but thee Had'st thou been one to feed upon the fare Stor'd by old Priam for the Grecian War He and his Sons had soon been made a prey Troys ten years Siege had lasted but one day Or thou might'st have preserv'd them and at once Chop 't up Achilles and his Mirmydons Had'st thou been Bell sure thou had'st sav'd the Lives O' th' cheating Priests their Children and their Wiveâ— But at this rate 't would be a heavy tax For Hercules himself to cleanse thy jakes Oh! that kind Heav'n to give to thee would please An Estridge-maw for then we should have peace Swords then or shining Engines would be none No Guns to thunder out Destruction No rugged Shackles would be extant then Nor tedious Grates that limit free-born Men But thy Gut-pregnant womb thy paws do fill With spoils of Natures good and not her ill 'T was th' Inns of Courts improvidence to own Thy Wolvish Carcase for a Son ' o th' Gown The danger of thy jaws they ne're foresaw For Faith I think thou hast devour'd the Law. No wonder th' art complain'd of by the Rout When very Curs begin to smell thee out The reasons Southwark rings with howlings are Because thou rob'st the Bull-Dogs of their share Beastly Consumer not content to eat The wholesome quarters destin'd for Mens meat But Excrement and all nor wilt thou â—ate One entrail to inform us of thy Fate Which will I hope be such an ugly Death As hungry Beggars can in cursings breath But I have done my Muse can scold no more She to the Bearwards Sentence turns thee o're And since so great 's thy Stomach's tyranny For writing this pray God thou eat not me An Epitaph on my Dear Aunt Mrs. Ann Stanhope FOrbear bold Passenger forbear The verge of this sad Sepulchre Put off thy shooes nor dare to tread The Hallowed Earth where she lyes dead For in this Vault the Magazine Of Female virtue 's stor'd and in This Marble Casket is confin'd The Iewel of all Woman-kind For here she lies whose Spring was Crown'd With every grace in Beauty found Whose Summer to that Spring did suit Whose Autumn crackt with happy Fruit. Whose Fall was like her Life so spent Exemplary and Excellent For here the fairest chastest Maid That this Age ever knew is laid The best of Kindred best of Friends of most Faith and of fewest Ends Whose Fame the Tracks of Time survives The best of Mothers best of Wives Lastly which the whole Sum of praise implies Here she who was the best of Women lies SONG Set by Mr. Coleman I. SEE how like Twilight Slumber falls T' obscure the glory of those balls And as she sleeps See how Light creeps Thorow the Chinks and Beautifies The rayie fringe of her fair Eyes II. Observe Loves feuds how fast they fly To every heart from her clos'd Eye What then will she When waking be A glowing Light for all t' admire Such as would set the World on fire III. Then seal her Eye-lids gentle Sleep Whiles cares of her mine open keep Lock up I say Those Doors of Day Which with the Morn for Lustre strive That I may look on her and live An Epitaph on M. H. IN this cold Monument lies one That I know who has lain upon The happier He her Sight would charm And Touch have kept King David warm â—ovely as is the dawning East â—as this Marble's frozen Guest â—s soft and Snowy as that Down â—dorns the Blow-balls frizled Crown â—s straight and slender as the Crest â—r Antlet of the one beam'd Beast 〈◊〉 as th' odorous Month of May â—s glorious and a light as Day Whom I admir'd as soon as knew â—nd now her Memory pursue â—ith such a superstitious Lust â—hat I could fumble with her Dust. She all Perfections had and more â—â—empting as if design'd a Whore 〈◊〉 so she was and since there are 〈◊〉 I could wish them all as fair Pretty she was and young and wise And in her Calling so precise That Industry had made her prove The sucking School-Mistress of Love And Death ambitious to become Her Pupil left his Ghastly home And seeing how we
Passion My Star my bright Magnetick Pole And only Gâ—idress of my Soul. Thyr. Let Caelia be thy Cynosure Chloe's my Pole too though th' obscure For though her self 's all glorious My Earth 'twixt us does interpose Dam. Obscure indeed since she 's but one To mine a Constellation Her Lights throughout so glorious are That every part 's a perfect Star. Thyr. Then Caelia's Perfections Are scatter'd Chloe's like the Suns United Light compacted lye Whence all that feel their force must dye Dam. Caelia's Beauties are too bright To be contracted in one Light Nor does my fair her Rays dispence With such a stabbing Influence Since 't is her less imperious Will To save her Lovers and not kill Thyr. Each beam of her united Light Is than the greatest Star more bright And if she stay it is from hence She darts too sweet an Influence We Surfeit with 't weak Eyes must shun The dazling Glories of the Sun. Perhaps if Caelia do not kill 'T is want of Power not of Will. Dam. I now perceive thy Chloe's Eyes To be no Stars but Prodigies Comets such as blazing stand To threaten ruin to a Land Beacons of sulph'rous Flame they are Symptoms not of Peace but War And thou I guess by singing thus Thence stoll'st thine Ignis fatuâ—s Thyr. As th' vulgar are amaz'd at th' Sun When tripled by reflection Câ—loe's self and glorious Eyes To thee seem Comets in the Skies And true they may portend some Wars Such as 'twixt Venus and her Mars But chast whose captivating Bands Would People and not ruin Lands With such a Going fire I 'll stray For who with it can lose his way Dam. The Vulgar may perhaps be won By thee to think her Sun and Moon And so would I but that my more Convincing Caelia I adore Would we had both that Chloe thine And my dear Caelia might be mine But if we should thus mix with Ray In Heav'n would be no Night but Day For we should People all the Skies With Plannet-Girls and Starry-Boyes Chloe's a going-fire we see Pray Pan she do not go from thee Thyr. Thanks Damon but she does I fear The Shadows now so long appear Yet if she do we 'll both find Day â—'â—h ' Sun-shine of thy Caelia Her Sigh I. SHE sighs and has blown over now The storms that thrat'ned in her brow The Heaven 's now serene and clear And bashful blushes do appear Th' Errour sh' has found That did me wound Thus with her od'rous Sigh my hopes are crown'd II. Now she relents for now I hear Repentance whisper in my Ear Happy repentance that begets By this sweet Airy motion heats And does destroy Her Heresie That my Faith branded with Inconstancy III. When Thisbe's Pyramus was slain This sigh had fetcht him back again And such a sigh from Dido's Chest Wasted the Trojan to her Breast Each of her sighs My Love does prize Reward for thousand thousand Cruelties IV. Sigh on my Sweet and by thy Breath Immortal grown I 'll laugh at Death Had Fame so sweet a one we shou'd In that regard learn to be good Sigh on my Fair Henceforth I swear I could Cameleon turn and live by Air On the Lamented Death of my Dear Uncle Mr. Radcliff Stanhope SUch is th' unsteddy state of humane things And Death so certain that their period brings So frail is Youth and strength so sure this sleep That much we cannot wonder though we weep Yet since 't is so it will not misbecom Either perhaps our Sorrows or his Tomb To breath a Sigh and drop a mourning Tear Upon the cold face of his Sepulcher Well did his life deserve it if to be A great Example of Integrity Honour and Truth Fidelity and Love In such perfection as if each had strove T'out-do Posterity may deserve our care Or to his Funeral command a Tear Faithful he was and just and sweetly good To whom ally'd in Virtue or in Blood His Breast from other conversation chast Above the reach of giddy Vice was plac't Then had not Death that crops in 's Savage speed The fairest flower with the rankest weed Thus made a beastly Conquest of his Prime And cut him off before grown ripe for Time How bright an Evening must this Morn pursue Is to his Life a Contemplation due Proud Death t' arrest his thriving Virtue thus Unhappy Fate not to himself but us That so have lost him for no doubt but he Was fit for Heav'n as years could make him be Age does but muster Sin and heap up woes Against the last and general Rendezvous Whereas he dy'd full of obedient Truth Wrap't in his spotless Innocence of Youth Farewell Dear Vncle may thy hop'd for Bliss To thee be real as my Sorrow is May they be nam'd together since I do Nothing more perfect than my sorrow know And if thy Soul into mens minds have Eyes It knows I truly weep these Obsequies On the Lord Derby TO what a formidable greatness grown Is this prodigious Beast Rebellion When Sovereignty and it s so sacred Law Thus lies subjected to his Tyrant awe And to what daring impudence he grows When not content to trample upon those He still destroys all that with honest flames Of loyal Love would propagate their Names In this great ruin Derby lay thy Fate Derby unfortunately fortunate Unhappy thus to fall a Sacrifice To such an Irreligious Power as this And blest as 't was thy nobler sence to dye A constant Lover of thy Loyalty Nor is it thy Calamity alone Since more lye whelm'd in this Subversion And first the justest and the best of Kings Roab'd in the glory of his Sufferings By his too violent Fate inform'd us all What tragick ends attended his great fall Since when his Subjects some by chance of War Some by perverted justice at the Bar Have perish't thus what th' other leaves this takes And who so scapes the Sword falls by the Axe Amongst which throng of Martyrs none could boast Of more fidelity than the world has lost In losing thee when in contempt of spite Thy steddy faith at th'exit crown'd with Light His Head above their malice did advance They could not murder thy Allegiance Not when before those Iudges brought to th'test Who in the symptomes of thy ruin drest Pronounc't thy Sentence Basilisks whose Breath Is killing Poyson and whose Looks are Death Then how unsafe a Guard Man's virtue is Iâ— this false Age when such as do amiss Controul the honest sort and make a prey Of all that are not villanous as they Does to our Reasons Eyes too plain appear In the mischance of this Illustrious Peer Blood-thirsty Tyrants of usurped State In facts of Death prompt and insatiate That in your Flinty Bosoms have no sence Of Manly Honour or of Conscience But do since Monarchy lay drown'd in Blood Proclaim 't by Act high Treason to be good Cease yet at last for shame let Derby's fall Great and good Derby's expiate for all
good and ill of those you love and hate In vain I sue to her I so adore In vain her help that has no Power implore For as black Night pursues the glorious Sun The greatest Good does but some Ill fore-run When handsome Paris liv'd with Helen fair He saw his Fortune rais'd above his Care But Fate severely did revenge that bliss For as with time his Fortune changed is From his Delights sprang a debate that Fire Brought to old Troy and massacred his Sire And though in that subversion there appearâ— Such sad mishaps of Bloud of Fire and Tears Yet by that Heavenly Face I so adore I swear for love of thee I suffer more For so long absent from thy gracious Eyes Methinks I banisht am the Deities And that from Heaven with Thunder wrapt in Flame To th' Centre I precipitated am Since I left thee my Pleasures in their Tomb â—ye dead and I their Mourner am become With all Delights my Thoughts distasted are And only to dislike the World take care Which as complying with my peevish Will Does nothing I protest but vex me still In Paris like an Hermit I retire And in one Object limit my Desire Where e'er my Eyes seek to divert my Mind I bear the Prison where I am confin'd My Blood is sir'd and my Soul wounded lies By th' golden Shaft shot from thy killing Eyes All the Temptations that I daily see Serve only to confirm my Faith to thee The usual helps that humane Reâ—son bless To render a Man's Passion someâ—hing less Stir mine up more to suffer chearfully Th' obliging Torments that do make me dye My Prudence by my Courage is withstood As by a rock the fury of the Floud I love my Frenzy and I could not love Him of my Friends that should it disapprove Nor do I think my reasonable part Will e'er approach me whilst thou absent art I find my Thoughts uncessantly approve The torturing effects of faithful Love. I find that Day it self shares in my pain The Air 's o'respread with Clouds the Earth with Rain That horrid Visions in my starting Sleep My Souls in their illusions tangled keep That all the apprehensions in my Head Are Madness by my feverish Passion bred That at husht midnight I imagine Storms And see a Ship-wrack in its dreadfull'st Forms Fall from the top of an high precipice Into the Jaws of an obscure Abyss And there a thousand ugly Serpents see Hissing t' advance their scaly Crests at me I cannot once dream of a false Delight But cruel Death straight seizes me in spite But when Heaven weary to have gone thus far Gives that I live under a better Star And when th' unconstant Stars by their chang'd power Present me for my Pains one happy hour My Soul will find it self chang'd at thy sight And of all past mishaps revenged quite Though in Nights Sleep my Spirits buried lay Thy sight my Dear would lend them beams of Day Thy Voice has over me the self same power With Zephyr's Breath over th' Earth's wither'd Flower The vigorous Springs makes all things fresh and new The blowing Rose puts on her blushing hue The Heavens more gay the Days more fair appear Aurora dressing to the Birds gives ear The wild Beasts of the Forrest free from Care Do feel their Bloud and Youth renewed are And naturally obedient to their Sense Without remorse their Pleasures recommence I only in the season all are blest With cruel and continual Griefs opprest Alone in Winter sad and comfortless See not the glorious Spring that we should blâ—ss I only see the Forrest fair forsook ' Th' Earths surface Desart and the frozen Brook And as if charm'd cannot once tast the Fruit That in this season to all Palats suit But when those Suns my adoration claim Shall with their Rays once reinforce my Flame My Spring will then return more sweet and fair By thousand times than those ' Heavens Lamp gives are If ever Fate allow mine Eyes that grace My Joys will transcend those of humane Race Nothing but that Oh Gods nothing but that Do I desire to baâ—â—le Death and Fate Out of Astrea MADRIGALL I Think I could my Passions sway Though great as Beauties power can move To such obedience as to say I cannot or I do not love But to pretend another Flame Since I adore thy conqu'ring Eye To thee and Truth were such a shame I cannot do it though I dye If I must one or th' other do Then let me die I beg of you Stanzes upon the Death of Cleon. Out of Astrea I. THE Beauty which so soon to Cinders turn'd By Death of her Humanity depriv'd Like Light'ning vanisht like the Bolt it burn'd So great this Beauty was and so short liv'd II. Those Eyes so practis'd once in all the Arts That loyal Love attempted or e'er knew Those fair Eyes now are shut that once the hearts Of all that saw their lustre did subdue III. If this be true Beauty is ravisht hence Love vanquisht droops that ever conquered And she who gave Life by her influence Is if she live not in my Bosom dead IV. Henceforth what happiness can Fortune send Since Death this abstract of all Joy has won Since Shadows do the Substance still attend And that our good does but our ill fore-run V. It seems my Cleon in thy rising morn That Destiny thy whole Days course had bound And that thy Beauty dead as soon as born It s fatal Hearâ—e has in its Cradle â—ound VI. No no thou shalt not die I Death will prove Who Life by thy sweet Inspiration drew If Lovers live in that which doth them love Thou liv'st in me who ever lov'd most true VII If I do live Love then will have it known That even Death it self he can controul Or as a God to have his Power shown Will that I live without of Heart or Soul. VIII But Cleon if Heav'ns unresisâ—ed will 'Point thee of Death th' inhumane Fate to try Love to that Fate equals my Fortune still Thou by my mourning by the Death I dye IX Thus did I my immortal Sorrows Breath Mine Eyes to Fountains turn'd of springing Woe But could not stay the wounding Hand of Death Lament but not lessen misfortune so X. When Love with me having bewail'd the loss Of this sweet Beauty thus much did express Cease cease to weep this mourning is too gross Our Tears are still than our misfortune less Song of the inconstant Hylas Out of Astrea I. IF one disdain me then I fly Her Cruelty and her Disdain And e'er the Morning guild the Sky Another Mistriss do obtain They err who hope by force to move A Womans Heart to like or love II. Iâ— oft falls out that they who in Discretion seem us to despise Nourish a greater Fire within Although perhaps conceal'd it lies Which we when once we quit our rooms Do kindle for the next that comes III. The faithful Fool that obstinatâ— Pursues a
Opprest Into Security and Rest. XLVII The Worthy in Disgrace shall find Favour return again more kind And in restraint who stifled lye Shall taste the Air of Liberty XLVIII The Brave shall triumph in Success The Lovers shall have Mistresses Poor unreguarded Virtue Praise And the Neglected Poet Baies XLIX Thus shall our Healths do others good Whilst we our selves do all we wou'd For freed from Envy and from Care What would we be but what we are L. 'T is the plump Grapes Immortal Juice That does this happiness produce And will preserve us free together Maugre mischance or Wind and Weather LI. Then let Old Winter take his course And roar abroad till he be hoarse And his Lungs crack with Ruthless Ire It shall but serve to blow our Fire LII Let him our little Castle ply With all his loud Artillery Whilst Sack and Claret Man the Fort His Fury shall become our Sport. LIII Or let him Scotland take and there Confine the plotting Presbyter His Zeal may Freeze whilst we kept warm With Love and Wine can know no harm An ELEGY upon the Lord Hastings AMongst the Mourners that attend his Herse With flowing Eyes and wish each Tear a Verse T'embalm his Fame and his dear Merit save Uninjur'd from th'oblivion of the Grave A Sacrificer I am come to be Of this poor Off'ring to his Memory O could our pious Meditations thrive So well to keep his better part alive So that in stead of Him we could but find Those fair Examples of his Letter'd Mind Vertuous Emulation then might be Our hopes of Good Men though not such as He. But in his hopeful progress since he 's crost Pale Vertue droops now her best Pattern's lost 'T was hard neither Divine nor Humane Parts The strength of Goodness Learning and of Arts Full crowds of Friends nor all the Pray'rs of them Nor that he was the Pillar of his Stem Affection's Mark secure of all Mens Hate Could rescue him from the sad stroke of Fate Why was not th' Air drest in Prodigious forms To groan in Thunder and to weep in Storms And as at some Mens Fall why did not His In Nature work a Metamorphosis No he was gentle and his Soul was sent A silent Victim to the Firmament Weep Ladies weep lament great Hastings Fall His House is bury'd in his Funeral Bathe him in Tears till there appear no trace Of those sad Blushes in his lovely Face Let there be in 't of Guilt no seeming sence Nor other Colour than of Innocence For he was Wise and Good though he was Young Well suited to the Stock from whence he sprung And what in Youth is Ignorance and Vice In him prov'd Piety of an excellent price Farewel dear Lord and sincâ— thy Body must In time return to its first Matter Dust Rest in thy melancholy Tomb in Peace For who Would longer live that could but now die so THE BATTAIL OF YVRY To my worthy Friend Mr. Whyte From the unworthy Author Charles Cotton â—â—generes animos timor arguit heu quibus ille â—â—ctatus Fatis quae bella exhausta canebat Virg. Aeneid Lib. 4. To his Honor'd Friend the Author of this Excellent POEM I Took Sir of your Book a short survay And swiftly ran it over without stay Yet stumbled not I found the Work to be So smoothly wrought and coucht so evenly Some Muses seem to gambol and curvet But yours though frolick Feet on Ground she set Goes as she swam in Blood an easie pace Or rather runs a wreath-deserving Race Some rave in Verse as they would seem to be Full like the Sibylls of some Deity When Wine inflates them but you in your height Of Fury give your wing'd Phansies weight With Reason temper Rage and like a strong Well-fraighted Bark pass steadily along You as a true bred Stanhop write in State Brave lines compose yet ne're Luxuriate But keep within your sober bounds most fit To give restraint to a high-working Wit. As a Wise King 's a Subject of your lines So you considerately bring on designs Not rush like Curtius into th' vastitys Of danger but approach by fair degrees Relating from what troubled Sourse arose Th' discord and what troops of Gallant Foes Gave Luster to the Field as here with fine Phaebean Phansies your Narrations shine Now when brave Metal to the stroke you bring Your Verse then sparkles fervently you sing Spur up your Pegasus and make him fly A gallant pitch of rare sublimity And when his Head into a Cloud doth dash Cause it to Thunder as your Wit doth flash Great Mars when Diomed his Wast did wound From his deep Throat sent froth a hideous sound But sure he bellows not in Homer more To terror than your Poem makes him roar As your high enterprize did merit Praise So for th' atchievement claim your Crown of Bayes Your Worth was in the bud but now 't is blown By Fame and to more Eminency grown By this strong work a work that may defy The Tooth of Time and Tongue of Calumny Thomas Bancroft THE BATTAIL OF YVRY I. HIgh are his thoughts whose Buskin'd Mistress sings In verse Heroick the Heroick deeds Of Warlike Princes and Victorious Kings Whose worth all Commentary still exceeds Nor can a Muse imp't with the noblest Wings Write worth the least drop a brave Gen'ral Bleeds So high is Vertue in her native Glory Advanc't above the Trophies of all Story II. Yet to repeat what they have bravely writ With pointed Steel in Characters of Blood How great Relations into Faction split When blind Ambition does corrupt the Good Should from the worst no censure ill admit Nor of the best Meâ— ill be understood Since we do others not our selves commend To celebrate the bold's a noble End. III. Assist me then thou God of Song whose Lyre I dare to touch with my unskilful Hands Whilst Truths I sing to make the World admire Of glorious Burbon and his Conqu'ring Bands Not to Eclipse nor raise that Vertue higher Which in the Mount of Honor burning stands Bright as the brightest Star that there doth flame A shining Monument to Caesar's Name IV. And thou great Goddess of all Arts and Arms Teach me a Verse High as this Princes thought That I may number the out-brav'd harms He by his Conduct to Subjection brought The dang'rous Conquest that through Death's Alarms By hardy Valour he so bravely bought A day in Fame's great Catalogue more bright Than all the Suns of Honor e're could light V. Great were the Vertues that Example since To Kings succeding he has left behind Great in a Man but greater in a Prince A Monarch from the Lees of place refin'd A living precept Tyrans to Convince And plant true Honor in a Worthy's Mind A Noble Stem whence to this clim did Spring A worthy though an overshadow'd King. VI. Long had the Family of Lorain grown To dang'rous greatness by their Princes Grace By subtle Arts strove to supplant the Crown To
Golden Fleur-de-Lis of France The Trumpets usher in the Loyal Bands The barded Steeds under their Riders prance The Leaders take their several Commands And in good Order in the Field advance And there abide the coming of the Foe To crown their Sov'reign in his overthrow XXVII Montpensiers worthy Duke the Van up led A Prudent Wariour and a Loyal Peer The Battail next of which the King was head The Marshal Byron brought up the Rear A Captain Practis'd and a Souldier bred A Man that knew not such a Thought as Fear Wise as the wisest as the Boldest bold In Dangers only and Success grown old XXVIII Their hardy Cavalry they did divide In Bodies five for Service of that Day Unto the first Marshal d' Aumont was Guide By him two Regiments of Fire-locks lay To flanck that first Divisions left aside And at a distance keep the Duke in play That naked Side to succor and to shield Plac't on the out-side of the spacious Field XXIX Next that the second was commanded by Montpensiers Duke who on his left and right Two valiant Squadrons had appointed nigh To second and assist him in the Fight Of German one th' other Swisse Infantry Both prompt to Battail and both fam'd for Might As by th' event of that victorious Day To all the World their Valors did display XXX The third to this and biggest of them all Contain'd the Sacred Person of the King The Prince of Conty and the Count St. Paul And of the Flower of France a noble Ring To rise in Conquest or in Glory fall With him who was their Lives and Honors spring These on the right and left hand flanked were By the Swisse-Guard and Collonel Balthazar XXXI The fourth Division on the right hand this To Marshal Byron's wise Conduct fell Who in true Discipline could never miss He knew the angry Art of War so well Thoâ—â— approv'd Councils and that Heart of his Were known most Leaders of his time t' excel By him two Regiments of Fire-locks stand To flank his Body upon either hand XXXII The fifth and last by Scomberg's valiant Count Theodorick was led this did consist Of German Horse Souldiers of good account That under Henry's Pay enter'd the List None could their Courage nor their Truth surmount Hardy t' attempt and resolute t'resist These with their Belgick Cornets reach't quite down Even to the Houses of St. Andre's Town XXXIII Two other Squadrons in the Front did stand Then the main Battail marcht some paces higher The one four hundred Horse in the Command Of Baron Giury was and the grand Prior The next which stood upon the other hand Three hundred Cuiriasses made up entire These had to Chief the Baron of Byron Of a brave Father a victorious Son. XXXIV Betwixt these two th' Artillery planted were The black Invention of ingenious Ire To which old Philibert was Canoneer Expert in all th' effects of levell'd Fire Well knew he how and when to gall and tear And force the forward Foe halting retire Him fifty Harquebuses do attend With Pioneers the Ord'nance to defend XXXV The Forlorn-hope by three Commanders led St. Denis Brignolet and Parabiere Some Paces before all lay covered Scarce seen by them who knew not they were there In the Fields lay so safe they nought could dread No execution of the Canon fear So happily they found a friendly room In that green Navel of the Plains smooth Womb XXXVI Scarce were they order'd when the Sieurs la Mouy Du Plessis and Tremouille from Poictou came Tri'de Knights with them two hundred Cavalry The weaker to assist the Rebel â—ame The Sieur de Humiers out of Picardy With fourscore Gentlemen stir'd by the Fame Of a great Day of Honor to be try'd Came Volontiers to fight on Henry's side XXXVII These slender Aids in such an hour sent To the whole Army promis'd fair Success And of the day presag'd a good event Since they must conquer that Heav'ns care doth bless No less the Souldier thinks these Succors meant Which Joy and Hope he loudly does express And to the Sky his Acclamations sends In Thanks and welcome of these valiant Friends XXXVIII Thus stand th'embattail'd Royalists to dare The Twins oppos'd of Danger and Mischance And as their Captains so the Squadrons are Prompt as the Killing speed of Fire t' advance Such Manly Confidence they all declare Upon whose Valours lay the Crown of France A Stake for the brave Game then to be try'd Which Fortune must and the Swords Edge decide XXXIX The adverse Camp to such assurance grew Of easy Conquest by their seeming Flight They nimbly seem to fly as they pursue As to a Prey rather than to a Fight But their Forlorn found that Belief untrue When first they saw the King to Battail dight Order'd with all the Courage and the Art That could express a Souldiers Head or Heart XL. This rude Alarm that soon from Van to Rear Flew with the wonted speed of ill Report Soon chang'd the Souldiers overweeming chear Who now perceiv'd they were to bandy forc't Their vain assurance it converts to fear So much the unexpected News import They now amaz'd to doubtful conflict hast And order new their Troops in march misplac't XLI Their num'rous Army with all speed and care Now of their blind security bereft Th'abus'd Commanders for the Fight prepare And into two mighty Battalions cleft The right Duke Nemours fit to do and dare Had in Command and stout Aumale the left The first a noble Youth seduc'd to fight Against his Honor and his Prince's Right XLII In point of the right Wing Count Egmont fought Who Arms in favour of the League did bear With him the Launciers he from Flanders brought Next him the Swisse Fifer and Berling were Flanck't by three Reg'ments in their trade well taugh By Dissemieux Pons'enac and Chasteliere Three Collonels who by the Worlds applausâ— Deserv'd their Honors in a better Cause XLIII 'Twixt these and Nemours Regiment that made The number of four hundred gallant Horse The yawning Canon ready to be play'd Were planted to devour the Royal Force And ram'd for Death only the Signal stay'd Their murdering sulphrous Treasure to disburse A threatning train of great Artillery Enough to fright Men not resolv'd to dye XLIV In the left Wing four hundred Spaniards led By Captains bold their Cornets fair display Which to the margent of the Plain out-spread Had in their Flanck St. Paul and Tenissay With Lorain Regiments who had to head Bold Tremble court and fierce Chastaigneraâ—e Next these Aumale the Sieurs de Perdriell De Loncampe came and de Fountaine-Martell XLV The Dukes own Cornet which Cygogne bore March't up the Body to these spacious Wings With them of Gentlemen four hundred more In all seven hundred to oppose the Kings These flanck't by Flemings were and these before The Reiters which hapless Duke Brunswick brings To charge and wheel as they were disciplin'd Betwixt the Wings for a Reserve