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A Collection of poems written upon several occasions by several persons
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1672
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Wing C5177; ESTC R9531
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A COLLECTION OF POEMS Written upon several OCCASIONS By several PERSONS Never before in Print LONDON Printed for Hobart Kemp at the Sign of the Ship in the Upper Walk of the New Exchange 1672. THE TABLE THe Temple of Death Pag. 1. To Celia You tell me Celia you approve 17. Answer Thirsis I wish as well as you 19. To Celia Princes make Laws by which 20. To Cloris Cloris I justly am betray'd 21. To a Lady who told him he could not Love 23. To Cloris Cloris you live ador'd by all 25. A farewel to Love 27. Song Though Phillis your prevailing Charms 28. Epilogue to every Man in his humour 29. To a very young Lady 33. The Forsaken Mistress 34. The Divided Heart 36. To Mr. J. N. on his Translations out of French and Italian 38. Voitures Vrania 40. To Silvia The Nymph that undoes me 42. To Celia As in those Nations where 43. The Submission 44. Constancy 46. The Indifference 47. A Pastoral Dialogue 50. To a Lady who fled the sight of him 54. To a Lady who askt him how long he would Love her 55. Song Tell me no more you love in vain 56. To the Marchioness of New-Castle on her Poems 58. Epilogue to Tartuff 61. The Imperfect Enjoyment 64. Prologue at the opening of the Duke 's New Play-House 67. The Second Part. FAlling in Love with a Stranger at a Play Pag. 1 Indifference excused 3 The Platonick 5 To a Devout Young Woman 7 Song When Aurelia first became 9 To Cloris Cloris I cannot say your Eyes 12 Song Aurelia art thou mad 14 Song Love still has something of the Sea 16 A Dialogue between Amintas and Celia 19 Song Get you gone you will undo me 24 Song Phillis you have enough enjoy'd 26 Song Madam for your Commands to stay 28 Awake my Eyes at night my thoughts pursue 29 Song Phillis le ts shun the Common Fate 30 Distich 32 The painted Apples that adorn 32 Song Not Celia that I juster am 34 Thirsis no more against my flame advise 36 Song I ask not my Celia would love me again 39 Song Drink about till the day find us 41 Song Walking among thick shades alone 43 Song As I sat thoughtfull in a shade 47 Song The Grave my Envy now begets 51 The Ballers Life A Song 53 Song When Cold Despair 55 To Celia Celia the Faithful Servant you disown 57 To Celia All things submit themselves to your Command 60 Song As he lay in the Plain his Arm. 64 Song How charming are those Pleasant 66 Song Give o're foolish heart and make haste 68 Song With so much ingrateful Swains 70 Song Dear Aminda in vain you so coily 71 THE TEMPLE OF DEATH IN those cold Climates where the Sun appears Unwillingly and hides his face in tears A dreadful Vale lies in a Desart Isle On which indulgent Heaven did never smile There a vast grove of aged Cypress Trees Which none without an awful horror sees Into its wither'd arms depriv'd of leaves Whole flocks of ill-presaging Birds receives Poysons are all the plants the soyl will bear And Winter is the only season there Millions of graves cover the spacious field And springs of blood a thousand Rivers yield Whose streams opprest with carcases and bones Instead of gentle murmurs pour forth groans Within this vale a famous Temple stands Old as the Universe which it commands Round is its figure and four Iron Gates Divide the World by order of the Fates There come in crowds doomd to one common grave The young the old the Monarch and the Slave Old age and pains which mankind most deplores Are faithful keepers of those sacred doors All clad in mournful blacks which also load The sacred walls of this obscure aboad And Tapers of a pitchy substance made With clouds of smoak increase the dismal shade A Monster void of Reason and of Sight The Goddess is that sways this Realm of Night Her Power extends o're all things that have breath A cruel Tyrant and her name is Death The fairest object of our wondring eyes Was newly offer'd up her sacrifice Th' adjoyning places where the Altar stood Yet blushing with the fair Almeria's blood When sad Melintus whose unhappy flame Is known by all that ere converst with fame His mind possest with fury and despair Within the sacred Temple made this prayer Great Deity who in thy hands dost bear That rusty Scepter which poor mortals fear Who wanting eyes thy self respectest none And neither spar'st the Lawrel nor the Crown Oh! thou whom all mankind in vain withstands Each of whose blood must one day stain thy hands Oh thou that every eye which sees the light Closest again in an eternal night Open thy ears and hearken to my grief To which thy power alone can give relief I come not hither to prolong my fate But wish my wretched life a shorter date And that the Earth would in its bowels hide A soul which Heaven invades on every side That from the sight of day I might remove And might have nothing left me but my love Thou only comforter of minds opprest The Port where wearied spirits are at rest Conducter to Illisium take my life My brest I offer to thy sacred knife So just a grace deny not nor despise A willing though a worthless sacrifice Others their frail and mortal state forgot Before thy altars are not to be brought Without constraint the noise of dying rage Heaps of the slain of every sex and age The blade all reaking in the gore it shed With sever'd heads and arms consus'dly spread The rapid flames of a perpetual fire The groans of wretches ready to expire This Tragick Scene makes them in terror live Till that is forc't which they should freely give Yielding unwillingly what Heaven will have Their fears eclipse the glory of their grave Before thy face they make undecent moan And feel an hundred deaths in fearing one The flame becomes unhallowed in their brest And he a Murtherer who was a Priest His hands profan'd in breaking Natures chain By which the body does the soul detain But against me thy strongest forces call And on my head let all the tempest fall No shrinking back shall any weakness shew And calmly I le expect the fatal blow My limbs no trembling in my mind no fear Plaints in my mouth nor in my eyes a tear Think not that time our wonted sure relief That universal cure for every grief Whose aid so many Lovers oft have found With like success can ever heal my wound Too weak's the power of Nature or of Art Nothing but death can ease a broken heart And that thou mayst behold my helpless state Learn the extreamest rigour of my fate Amidst th' innumerable beauteous Train Paris the Queen of Cities does contain The fairest Town the greatest and the best So fair Almeria shin'd above the rest From her bright eyes to feel a hopeless flame Was of our youth the most ambitious aim Her chains were marks