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Poems, songs and love-verses, upon several subjects by Matthew Coppinger ...
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Coppinger, Matthew.
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all its rest On Clelia's Sore Eyes WHat makes the Frontiers of the sable night Display their Mists and thus expel the light Dire Queen of Shades what power as yet unknown Hast thou assum'd that 's stronger than thy own These sable Mists are worse than those that fell On impious Pharaoh for an Israel For but a time those dismal Clouds did stay Which gave a greater welcom to the day But now the Gods the angry Gods I find All human kind has at one stroke struck blind And rob'd the World of Glory in its height Having eclipst its main and greatest light And now alas muffl'd in Clouds it lies Groping in darkness robb'd of both its Eyes Nor can we hope our Fate for to reverse But are like mourners drooping o're a Hearse Till in your Eyes your Eyes we may behold Beauty enthron'd more bright than burnisht Gold Which now is hid and doth obscurely lye As pearls i' th' Oceans vast profundity But sure the mighty Pow'rs had some design And our neglect of you they thought a Crime And took from us what we as slightly prize As Indians Gold and precious Treasuries And now think sit lest by those Stars we fall And so receive a gen'ral Funeral For to restore us by degrees those Eyes Which else would make mankind a sacrifice As Men not quite recover'd of their sight Do lose the same by the excess of light A Dream TEll me thou pale-fac'd Empress of the Night What horrid terror did my mind affright I saw and in a Dream a Damsel stood Before me trembling all besmear'd with Blood In her right Hand a wither'd Branch she had And with a sable Veil her Brows were clad And to her self she mourning seem'd to say 'T was love alas fond Girl did thee betray And so she vanish'd Then I heard a cry Of a lost Damsel at the point to die Her latest Breath did on Narcissus call Cruel Narcissus cruel in my fall For thee I did honour and life forsake And gave thee Love which thou refus'd to take For thee I did Philanders Love despise Who now may glory at my injuries Her other words she did in Tears confound Abruptly mangled in a dying sound With that I shrunk and sudain terror prest My melting Heart in my molested Breast I ponder'd in my mind at length I knew The voice was Phillis that her self had slew And art thou dead said I false unto me His hate 's a just reward of Perjury But O that yet my life cou'd thine redeem My Soul shou'd vanish as of no esteem O cruelty what made thee so unkind To kill the Joy and Darling of Mankind And since thy Death by Pen can't be exprest I 'le write thy Elegie upon my Breast But snatching at my Sword a Hand was sent My suden Execution to prevent And Phillis who before I thought was dead Appear'd and with a Garland Crown'd my Head And told me death had not the power to sever Two Hands two Hearts that must be joyn'd for ever Then waking suddenly I knew the Theam Was my molested fancy in a Dream Even when I wake or sleep thou' rt in my mind Unconstant Phillis cruel and unkind Omnia qua sensu volvuntur vota diurno Tempore nocturno reddit amica quies An Elegie on the Death of his very good Friend Mr. Edward Lynch Buried in Salisbury Cathedral ASist my Muse thou gravest of the Nine Melpomine assist and let Line Proceed from thy more solemn state which shall Attend the Rites of this sad Funeral Shall then Eternal sleep rich minds repress And leave them only to enjoy their bliss And must their Names no more be thought upon Buried in silent Oblivion And with their Bodies must their Names be thrust Into the Earth and Buried in the Dust No no their Fame swift Time shall ne're devast But flourish still so long as Time shall last Why then doth Death involve my Friend who sleeps And in the Dust a silent Requiem keeps But that thy Name henceforth may never die I 'l write in Verse thy mournful Elegie Yet Ink's too black a Colour to infold Thy vertuous Name that shou'd be writ in Gold That honor'd Marble that does bear thy Name Henceforth shall be Immortal by the same Nor Time nor eating Age shall e're devour What bears th' Impression of so fair a Flower When first my steps unto thy Grave drew nigh To pay my duty to thy memory The pious Marble thaw'd into a Tear As silently expressing thou wert there The Marble Statues Bishops Prebends Lords And many other that the place affords Through stony Mantles wept their sufferings And seem'd to me like Arethusa's Springs And may they ever weep for Piety Is seldom found among them till they dye Who e're shall hear thy Name and shall not spend One Tear for thee unpitty'd be his end And may his Ghost do pennance at thy Grave Honor'd though restless such a Doom to have Methinks I cou'd grow ang'ry with my Muse That shou'd at such a time her aid refuse But that she told me that her Lungs were weak And far unfit thy Praises for to speak And that whilst she thy Fame did strive t' express Her halting Numbers only made it less We knew thy worth e're we discern'd thy Age And budding Glory gave a true presage Of what thou did'st and what thou would'st have done Had not thy rising prov'd thy setting Sun O cou'd I speak thy praise I would disperse Thy living Fame throughout the Universe To tell thy worth how vert'ous and how wise In this I know none can Hyperbolise Each of thy actions strove for to excell As rolling Waves which in the Ocean swell My Muse in contemplation now of thee Has struck the Poet in an Ecstasie Love Triumphant T Was at the time when Phoebus with his Rayes The Universe with equal Beams serveys When Flocks and Heards to the cool Shades repair T' enjoy the Breezes of a cooler Air. I laid me down upon the Grass to rest Whilst Loves fierce God inflam'd my tender Breast Millions of thoughts I interweav'd with fears And my blest Saints Idea wash'd in Tears Ah cruel Nymph said I what God unkind Hath with such Cruelty incens'd thy mind Lay by Ioves Flames Salmonean terrors fear Least you his Thunder and his Lightning bear For that great God that rules the arched Skie Can ne're be pleas'd with acts of cruelty But if you needs will take a Goddess form Which can your native Beauty nought adorn Take her whose milder form Mankind did move To honour and adore as Queen of Love Thus shall you gain that honour that 's your due And we take you for her or her for you Thus whilst my mind passion toss'd too and fro As Waves by Winds which on the Ocean blow Behold my Clelia came and forward prest Whilst the light Wind her lower Parts undrest Rich in Attire in Beauty richer far Thus Venus us'd to court the God of War And thus
that art still but one Roses and Lillies are too mean a Grace Etherial Beauty Crowns your Heavenly Face Lasting as Fame still may your Honour be Like verdant Lawrel still from Envy free Admit my Fancy be too high or low Regent of Hearts know you have made it so On Clelia's severe Command TO thee O Wood I make my moan And sing the Accents of my groan Which else I durst intrust to none For since that she who I adore Has gave Command that I no more Shou'd blaze her Fame as heretofore Silence it self shall louder be Than any voice which comes from me Where any Auditor shall be Yet every whist'ling Wind shall bear My sad Complaint unto her Ear That her Commands were too severe And on each Tree I 'll carve her Fame Which still shall flourish by the same Th' Immortal Grove shall be its Name In which each chirping Bird shall raise Encomiums on my Clelia's praise Whilst I in sorrow spend my Days I 'l search the Aetnean Caverns where The fiery Sallamanders are To me those Flames cannot compare Though Mulciber does there display His slaming Ensignes Night and Day In time those Flames may yet decay But mine 's Eternal and will stay The substance ne're consumes away The more it burns the more it may They are no Lovers that can tell What caus'd how strong they love how well Love does ad Infinitum dwell I live on air of endless love And as a shadow only move By that which does the substance prove I 'le search where the Chamelions are And unto them I will declare That Love 's as bad a Food as Air. Nay worse for though their Food 's but Breath Air is their Life Love is my Death Hunger more Comfort wou'd bequeath But now I nearer come I see There can but little difference be I am a Shadow so is he I 'le dig the Earth that I may know What Nature has deny'd to show To Moles that in her Bowels grow And there I 'le whisper Clelia's Name That Mines and Stones may hear the same And tell from whence their knowledge came But now I nearer come I find That Moles and I are nigh of Kind For they as well as Love are blind For what they dig they do not know And labouring pain do undergo I love my case is even so Their pain is pleasure so is mine But here we differ mine 's Divine Their aim is Earth mine too sublime I 'le dive into the Watery-deep And see the Bodies that do sleep For whom the Waves themselves do weep And there together with the throng Of num'rous Fish I 'll swim along Who are like me depriv'd of Tongue Yet cou'd I like Arion play I 'd make those Mutes stand at a bay Whilst I my Clelia's praise display That so when ever I shou'd dye Each Element might then supply The praises of her memory A Song THE Fetters of Love are far stronger than hate Fast binding the Captive by that they call Fate Inslaving the Senses and dulling the Brain For a thing of no moment scarce worth a name A delight that does cloy as soon as enjoy'd And a Fancy obtain'd we after avoid The pleasures are past soon as ever they come And gallop away as the Deel upon Dun. A Complaint against Cupid for causing a distastful Love FArewell my scornfull Female Saint In vain you boast your conq'ring Eyes Whilst your deportment does depaint A Tygress o're a Sacrifice Desist for by the Powers above And by the Oath they use to swear My anger 's greater than my Love And your disdain I scorn to bear For your base pride you hold so high Will at the last your self anoy Like to the Cockatrices Eye Whose self-reflection doth destroy Know then that I am no such Fool To doat on your Complexion My Passion is become too cool For such a weak Infection Those am'rous glances which I paid To those disdainful looks of thine Are now asham'd that e're they made An Idol to adorn thy Shrine Cupid henceforth I vow despite Against thy Quiver and thy Bow Did I plead Nonage in thy sight Fond Boy that thou shouldst use me so I was not born of Stygian race Against the Gods I ne're made War Nor did thy Temples e're deface Or blemish'd Venus with a Scar. It was not I that took the pains Her secret Love for to discover And bound her in Cyclopean Chains Caressing her Licentious Lover How came it then that thou should'st make So strange a love my Heart to seize And give new vigor to the Snake Which was before content to freeze Didst thou at random shoot a Dart Directed by no certain slight To see if thou couldst hit a Heart Which did thy Childish Godhead slight Or art thou like some Idle Lad Whom no delight can e're content But in a humour raging mad Throws stones into the Element If so a Rod is fitter far For to correct thy Childish will And thousand petty Gods there are Can draw thy Bow yet never kill But I Blaspheme great God of Hearts Thou did'st this thing that thou mightst try With what a strength thy powerful Darts Force Love against Antipathy On his viewing a Fragment of the Old James THis piece of Wood which now doth lye Neglected by each passer by Not for so base a use design'd Did once despise the Waves and Wind. This was a Member of that Frame That once did bear great Iames's his Name Within whose bulk there did embark More Souls than Creatures in the Ark And unto cruel Death did drive Far more than Noah sav'd alive His wide-mouth'd Cannon oft did make The Watery Region to quake And frighted Neptune from his Seat Whilst his shrill Tryton blew Retreat The quondam rageing Waves did sly And left the Neighbouring Ocean dry His Warlike sides with fire and smoke Did oft the drunken Dutch provoke And made the modish French to find The difference 'twixt Smoak and Wind. Yet now in midst of all his State His Glory he resigns to Fate Like Hercules though Iove his Sire Yields to consuming Flames of Fire This makes the English Proverb sound Who 's born to hang shall ne're be drown'd For whom the Waves cou'd never tire Lies here at last consum'd by Fire An Anagram on His Highness Jame's Duke of York and Albany JAMES STUART Anagram A JUST MASTER Epigram I 'LL boldly on not fearing a disaster If Life or Death can serve so Iust a Master Susana Witherell Anagram U are all Whitness Epigram SUch great Perfection reigns through all your Soul You are all Whiteness not one part is soul. Another You are all Whiteness rare perfection hence Your very Name creates a Quintessence An Acrostick So Sweet so Good so Vertuous and so Fair United Forces still most pow'rful are Such conqu'ring Charms do in your Eyes appear As gives new Luster to the Hemesphere Nature in you perform'd her utmost skill Allowing priviledge to save or kill Who can resist the Dictates