to my wrath Now I deserve to dye by a strange death I have dispers'd my Son and while afraid To leave a false offence unpunished Acted a true what fourth lot can I try 13 Heaven Hell the sea by my Impietie Are fill'd already in each portion known Am I Was my returne for this alone The way to light unstopt to shew me these Sad and ingeminated obsequies Widdow'd and childles I that might at once Kindle two fun'rall piles my wives and sons O thou to whom this dismal light I ow Return me back unto those shades below But Impious I doe now in vaine preferre Forsaken death cruell Artificer Who findest out new waies of bloud and death Now finde a curse thy sin which equalleth Pines humbled to the earth by force at their Release my body shall in peeces teare Or I will jump from Scyrons rocks I 've seen Worse judgements what their sufferings have been Girt with a mote of fire I know what paines And future mansion for my self remaines Make roome you sinfull Ghosts thy endlesse toile Upon these shoulders lay and rest the while Faint 14 Sicyphus let that false river slip When almost caught from this deluded lip Let 15 Tityus vulture leave him and for food Prey on my Liver still to paine renew'd Rest my Pirithons Father while I bound Unto thy Wheele keep the perpetuall round Gape Earth receive me Hell receive me this A juster voyage for me thither is My Son I follow fear not thou who sway'st That Ghostly Empire my intent is chast In thy Aeternall house receive me then Now never to escape from thence agen The Gods are not so much as mov'd with prayer But when I aske a crime how quick they are Cho. Now pay the rites of fun'rall and mourne These limbes you see so misrably torne You will have time enough to weep The O bear Hither those reliques I esteeme so deare Give me that burthen and those limbs but too Irreverently gathered by you Art thou Hippolitus thou art the deed I doe confess and I thy Parricide Least I should sin but once and that alone Did call m• Father when I slew my Son See his Paternall Legacy O rage Which thus unp•oppest my declining age Let me embrace these limbs and what is yet Remaining in my bosome cherish it Joyn these dissected members and digest Those parts in order which be thus displac'd Here put his right hand here his left once skill'd In moderating of those reins it held This mark in his left-side I know how great A part have I to weep unfound as yet Hold out my trembling hands and you restrain My thirsty cheeks your ample showrs of rain While to my Son I count his limbes and mold His body new This peece no shape doth hold At all with wounds so mangled 't is unknown What part it is but sure I am 't is one Here in this void although not proper place It shall be laid Is this that Heavenly face Humbled a Stepdames p•ide that Beauty come To this O Gods how cruell is your doom Oh bloody fury to thy Father thus Com'st thou and by my wish Hippolitus Here take my Sires last gift that I should bear Thee oft mean while wee 'l burn these members here Open the morning Court and with loud cryes Let all the Town the fun'rall solemnize Look you to th' Royall Pile search you about The Fields to find what yet is wanting out Give her the buriall of a ditch where laid May earth lye 17 heavie on her Impious head Exeunt FINIS Comments upon the First Scene Act the First IF this Translation were only to fall into the hands of learned Readers Comments were extreamly unnecessary but since we know not how the capacities of all are pallated the Reader will be pleased to look upon these Illustrations as Torches which if they knew the way are useless if not may light their understanding 1. Parnes is a Mountain in Attica the dominion of Athens 2 Zephyr is the West-wind ennobled with sundry Epithites and particularly in its derivative of {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} as causing Germination and pulbulation he is called Decoy because of the gentle showers he ushers 3. Illissus is a River in Attica which in its seasons as all the rest is to be understood is subject to congelations so much the more observable because Greece is lesse obnoxious to those inclemencies of cold then these Regions 4. We should hardly avoid an Indecorum if we did not reconcile the author in this Meander which though it be an Asiatick River yet credulous antiquitie supposed that after it had mingled with the Sea became emergent again in Pel•ponesus 5. Marathan is a city in Attica which owes the glory of its memory to a memorable defeat given to the Persian by the A•henian 6. Acarnania is the Southern part of Attica which by the benefit of its scituation is more warm then the o•her par•s o•f that Dominion 7. Hymettus is a place there of great reputation for •ees 8. A Village there adjacent 9. Sunion is a Promontory where the Sea being neet limitation beats with extraordinary violence 10. The Latine Copies read it Philips mistaken for Phibalis a place in Attica here supposed to be the lodge of a Bore designd for Hippolitus his hunting 11. Diana not unsitly termed Queen of the worlds solitary part whether as presiding over the woods or governing the night according to those Verses Terret Lustrat agit Pros•rpina Luna Diana Ima suprema feras sceptro fulgore sagitta 12. Araxes is an Armenian River arising from the same mountain which gives source to Euphrates To which the Author adds Ister subject to Glaciation a River in Germany that by their remotion the universalitie of Dianas power may bee more conspicuous which is his design in the following Verses Upon the Second Seene CRete aptly invocated by Phaed•a as being her country may justly be term•d Soveraign of those Seas being seated in the middle thereof being washed with the Aegean on the North the Afric• 〈◊〉 •bian on the South 279. miles in length and 50. in breadth havin• 〈◊〉 ancient greatness a hundred Cities nor is it an 〈◊〉 Epithete in the Greeks to call it {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} To understand this 〈◊〉 ascend to the History of Theseus Minos and P•aedra •or the death of his Son Androgeus made an eager war upon the Atbenians who being compel'd to submission were tied to this Article of sending seven yong-men every yeer to Cr•te to be given to the Minotaur a Monster begotten by a Bull upon Pasiphae the Storie is too obscene for publication Theseus decision of fortune had in the third year selected Theseus for this sacrifice who by the assistance of Ariadne daughter to Minos kild this monster and evaded the Labyrinth Ariadne and her Sister our Phaedra were both taken by him where after having ingratefully deserted Ariadne this Phaedra the remaining sister was
thee Because thou thus affl•ctst thy self whom fate Makes wr•tched we may wel comiserate But who court danger and themselves abuse With needless tortures they deserve to loose Those blessings which they knew not how to use Rather in pitty of thy yeers thy mind Release and in a festive measure joyn'd Advance thy torch in wine thy sorrows drown Enjoy thy youth which will be gone too soon Now apt for all Impressions is thy brest Venus to yong men is a welcome guest Now glad thy soul Why shouldst thou lye alone Solace thy youth but too unpleasant grown Sl•cken the reins wholly to riot bent Nor let thy better dayes be thus mispent The Gods draw out our lives by their degrees All 〈◊〉 them p•culiar properties Cheerfull when yong in age reserv'd Why doth A hard restraint thus kill thy toward youth A large encrease sh•ll crown the husbands toil Whose seed is tightly fitted to his soil And all the trees are over-grown by those Which still uncropt preserve their maiden boughs Good dispositions greatest praise doe merit When nat'rall freedom guides a nobl• spirit Salvage and ignorant thou to a wife Preferr'st a melancholy single life Dost thou thinke to•l a priviledge to ride The fierie cour•er till he lose his pride Or try the bloudy issue of a field When the eternall providence beheld So many enemies to life he made Fresh off-springs to replenish the decay'd Go too Let Venus of humane affaires Dispose who our diminish'd stock repairs Should but our youth be barren all thou sees After an ages standing vanishes Coverd ' with rubbish the uncultur'd land Would lye the sea unnavigated stand The empty forrest beasts air birds would want The wind being the sole inhabitant How many casuall deaths on mankind wait Extinguish'd by the sea the sword dece•t But say that these were wanting yet to all For to pursue their end is naturall Nature the guide of life obey'd frequent The Citty then and publike meetings haunt Hip. There is no life more free void of offence Or nearer to the pristine Innocence Than what is to the woods confind who lives With a clear Conscience on the mountains cliffs Is not enslam'd with avarice nor draws The aire of seldome merited applause Is not with envy swell'd nor kindnes blown Nor favorite nor vassall to a crown He covets not vain honours nor th' uncertain tide Of wealth not hope and fear doe him divide Him scarce the poisonous tooth of malice wounds Nor doth he know the usuall crimes of towns And great concourses feares not every noise Like guilty persons nor inventeth lies A thousand Columes don't his roof uphold Nor are his rafters fastened with gold His Altars doe not flow with streams of blood Nor with the sacred 1 meal their foreheads strew'd A Hecatombe of white oxen expects The stroak of death and bow their hundred necks But he the countrey doth enjoy endu'd With a most sweet and pleasing solitude Harmless he wanders through the open air Nor can he any thing but beasts ensnare And when with labour faint his weary limbs Refreshes with Ilissos Chrystall streams Now he on bankes of swift Alpheus lyes Now thickest coverts of the wood descries Where cool Lerna through her transparent spring Shews her clear bottome ever wandering Here birds complain there th' ancient Beech receive Some gentle wind and shakes her tremblng leaves Strech•d on a winding shore he loves to take A nap and the bare turfe his bed doth make Whither a fountain falls in scatter'd showers Or flying streams salute the new-born flowers With murm'ring courtship Wildings are his food And strawb'ries gather'd from the underwood Meats quickly cooked he delights to fly Far from the Courts excessive luxurie Let the ambitious drinke in golden cups With what a gust he the pure fountain sups From his convexed palm and sleep more sound Securely laid on the obdurate ground He lewdly seeks not a retired bed Nor in close corners hides his fearfull head But he doth the fresh air and light enjoy And that he liveth Heaven can testifie I verily beleeve those Heroes did Live thus whom after ages Deifi'd They had no thirst of gold no sacred stones Did limit their unknown possessions Bold ships plough'd not the deep to forreign shores But kept to their own seas no lofty towres And ample bulwarks did the city fence In armes an universall ignorance No engines forc'd the gates no oxen plough'd The earth she wore no badge of servitude Flelds fruitfull of themselves suffic'd to feed A sparing people that did little need Woods native riches and some shadie cave To them unartificiall lodgings gave First headstrong wrath a furious love of gain And lust which in enflamed minds doth reign Broke this integrity then did there come A bloody thirst of Empire in the room Great men did prey upon the less and might Was chosen arbitrator unto right Then with bare hands they fought untrimed boughs And stones were the first weapons they did use The cornell was not shod with ir'n nor ty'd The souldier a long sword unto his side Nor horses manes crested their helmes but vext With smart they took the weapons that were next Dire Mars invented war-like stratagems And thousand forms of death hence purple streams Defil'd each land bloud dy'd the blushing mane Then endles crimes in ev'ry ho•se did reign No sin but grew a President the child His Father Brothers have their Brothers kill d Women their Husbands wicked Mothers slew Their infant births What then did Step-dames doe Nothing indeed 's more mild than beasts but this Woman sins ringleader and Artifice Besets our souls how many Cities are Fir'd by her Incests lands ingag'd in war And peoples by the ruin'd weight opprest Of their own Countries not to name the rest 3 Medea speaketh the sexe cruell Nu. Why. Condemn'st thou all for ones Impiety Hip. I slie abhor curse all Whether it from Reason or nature or meer frenzy come I love to hate them Water shall abide Sooner with fire V•ssels securely ride In the devouring 4 Syrtes the bright day Sooner shall rise from the Hesperian Sea And wolves be mild to kids than this my mind Admit a courteous thought of woman-kind Nu. Love the perverse oft tameth and removes All hatred 5 this thy Mother Country proves Ev'n that fierce Nation did obey the will Of Love or thou hadst been ungotten still Hip. In this respect I 'm glad my Mothers dead Because my hate is now unlimited As a fix'd rock on every side in vain Assail'd by waves doth beat them back again So he despises what I say but see Where the impatient lover comes ah me What Fate attends her whither falleth shee Upon the earth her body breathless lyes And death-like paleness doth benight her eyes Madam look up unloose your tongue behold Hippolitusses arms do you enfold Scena Tertia Phaedra Hippolitus Nurse VVHo calls me back to grief my bosome fir'd A new how sweetly had I here expir'd But why
Tow'rds Argos lyes a steep and craggy way Which all the neighb'ring Ocean doth survey Here this vast bulk doth whet himself and act In jest first what he doth intend in fact But when he felt his rage increase and had Now long enough with his own fury plaid Away he flies scarce any print remains And just before the trembling chariot stands Your Son nere changeth colour but doth rise With angry looks and thus aloud he cries I shall not easily be afraid of this To conquer Bulls 5 hereditary is But straight his disobedient Steeds their load Did carry thence and having mist the road They follow'd as their fury lead and ore Uueven rocks the jolting Chariot bore He as a skilfull Pilot taketh care In a rough Sea to keep his Vessell fair And with his art beguiles the waves doth guide His horses now he draws their mouths aside With the strain'd bit and now the scourge he uses Nor all the way his foul companion loses Now side by side he keeps an equall pace Now right before and terror brings each wayes But here the flight doth end just in the way Standeth the horned Monster of the Sea Th' affrighted Steeds then lost all rule and strove To run down headlong from the rocks above Rising before they cast your Son who as He fell within the reins entangled was Which wound about his body and the more He struggled held him faster then before They with the empty Chariot run this known As their fear guides commanded now by none So feeling a strange weight and scorning that Day was committed to a counterfeit Hurried through the air the Chariot of the Sun Shook from his seat the unskilfull 6 Phaeton His blood besmears the fields his head the rocks Doth beat and Brambles tear away his locks Sharp stones dis-figure his fair face and by Whole troops of wounds his hapless form destroy The swift wheels drag his dying limbs at last His corps on an erected stake is fast Struck through the middle of his groin a while He staid his chariot fixed on a pile His steeds made a short halt but quickly they At once both broke their Master and delay Then briers and thorns his half-dead body tear And evr'y bush a piece of him doth weare His wofull servants are disper'st to find Where his bloud marks the way he thus dis-joynd Hippolitus the howling Beagles goe In gu•st of their dissever'd Master too Nor all their diligence as yet compleats The Corps is this the honour beautie gets Who now Partner and heir unto a Crown As bright as any Constellation shone Is gather'd to his Urn in peeces now O Nature but too prevalent art thou What tyes of bloud dost thou on Parents lay Which we even against our wills obey Whom dead I wish'd now dead I weep for Nun. None Enough can weep for what themselves have do•e The Mortals abide no greater curse than when Constrain'd to wish what they unwish age• Nun. Why do you weep if you retain your hate The Not that he 's dead but that I caus'd his fate Exeunt CHORUS HOw fickle is the state of man the poor Doe not the fiercest storms of chance endure She strikes them with her lightest stroaks they be Crownd with content though in obscuritie A homely cottage doth the eyelids close With a secure and undisturb'd repose Those lofty towers neer neighbours to the skie Receive the East and South-winds battery The rage of the tempestuous Boreas and The showr-accommpanied Chorus stand The humble valley is but rarely strook With thunder when great 1 Caucasus hath shook And 2 Ida trembled 3 Iove himself afraid Of the seal'd heavens hath earth his refuge made Plain homely roofs and vulgar habitations Have no extraordinary alterations When Kingdoms totter on their craz'd foundations Fortune doth flie with an uncertain wing And none can boast he hath her in a string He who redeemed from eternall night Again enjoyes the comfort of the light Now weepeth his return from Hell and here Meeteth a greater cause of grief than there Pallas whom we to reverence are bound That Theseus free'd from the Stygian sound Again reveiws the Heav'ns 〈◊〉 Virgin thou Art not beholding 4 to thy U•cle now The greedy Tyrant hath his number still What voice of weepings this what bloody Scene With a drawn sword prepares the frantick Queen Finis Actus Quinti Actus Quintus Theseus Phaedra Chorus Servants Th. WHat fury doth possess thee why this sword Wherefore about a body so abhor'd Are these complaints and tears Ph. On me on me Pour forth thy wrath hard hearted Deitie On me let loose thy Monsters whatsoere Tethys doth in her hidden bosome bear Whatever do in farthest Seas remain Embrac'd by the unstable Ocean Oh Theseus ever fatall to thine own Now thy returne thy Father and thy 1 Son Have purchas'd with their lives still thou thy house Destroy'st with Love or hatred of thy 2 Spouse Oh my Hippolitus and doe I view Thee thus and must I be the Author too What 3 Scinis what 4 Procrustes what new kind O• 5 double-visag'd Cretan bulls confin'd 〈◊〉 6 Daedalian Labyrinths scattered T•y li•bs Oh! whither is thy beauty fled 〈◊〉 those eyes my stars what dead Oh stay A while and hear me what I have to say My language shall be chast this sword shall thee Into my bosome stab'd revenge of me And death shall make me be Phaedra no more As my impiety did once before Then will I follow thee through all the streams Of Hel through Styx and channels fil'd with flams Let me appease thy Ghost here 7 take this hair Which thus from the disordered sleece I tear Though in our wills unequall we may try An equall fate if chaste to Theseus dye If not unto thy love what shall I climbe My Husbands bed defil'd by such a crime Or was this sin undone only that I The abused Vindicator should enjoy Of an unviolated Chastity O Death the only cure of Love who best A broken Modesty recementest To thee I fly open thy quiet brest Athenians hear and thou a Father worse Than I a Stepdame what I did rehearse Was false and wicked forg'd in my distracted Bosome thou 'st punished a sinne unacted By my incestuous guilt guiltlesse and chast He fel now thy deserved praise thou hast This sword shall pierce my impious brest and bring My bloud to thy wrong'd Ghost an offering What thou shouldst doe now thou hast lost thy son Learn of a Step-dame Flie to 8 Acheron The You dark jaws of 9 Avernus and you caves Of 10 Tenarus with you forgetfull waves Of 11 Lethe gratefull to the wretched you 〈◊〉 lakes assist to o•erwhelm me too Load me with everlasting plagues come now You monsters of the deep whatever thou 12 Proteus hast hidden in the utmost wombe Of the Ocean and ev'n that •cean come And me glorying in such a crime convey To the dark bo•ome of the profound sea And thou too prone a Father
recovered another by Hippolitus Act the fifth Scene the first 1. SEe the third Scene Act the third numb. 3. 2. By his indiscrete credulity in believing Phaedra and his ra•h passion in killing Antrope 3. Scini• was an infamous theef which tied passengers to trees forcibly bended together which afterwards permitted to return to their naturall course tare in Pieces all such as were held to them 4. Procrustes of the same condition with •cinis only varying something in cruelty passengers under colour of entertainment were brought to a bed which if they were too long for by amputation of the extending part they were equall if too short they with racks were stretch'd out even with it 5. The Minotaure of Crete formerly spoken of 6. Dedalus made that Labyrinth 7. It was a custome amongst the Ancients at the interment of their friends by way of testification of their sorrow and in honour of the deceased to cover their faces and cut off their hair as if they took no delight in any ornament of Nature after the decease of those persons in whom they placed their supream contentment 8. Acheron in English joyless is a River imagined to receive first the souls of the deceased because at the Moment of death a certain fatall sadness seiseth so on the Spirits that an easy divination may be made of death approaching for then the memory and conscience of past actions the River which we must first pass over puts our immortall part into an apprehension of sinking under the burthen 9. Averna is a Lake in Campania neer the Bajae which because of the male-odoration of the air antiquity supposed to be the first descent into Hell 10. It seems those superstious ages ascribed severall descents into Hell for Tonarus is here taken for it at the straits whereof Hercules descended thither from whence he redeemed Theseus and captivated Cerberus 11. Leth• is another of those fabulously designed Rivers of which whatever ghost tasted an immediate forgetfuluess of all things past was its attendant though in truth Lethe is a River about the utmost extent of the Sirtes which submerged and latent for some miles breaks out again neer the City Berenice from hence the wide-throated faith of the Ancient swallowd an opinion that it had his emergency from Hell 12. Proteus a Sea God the son of Oceanus and Tethis is said to feed Neptunes Sea-monsters to be extream skilfull in divinations and to transform himselfe into any shape 13. Theseus imagining all places here accuseth himself that in all places are full testiment of his guilt in the shie Ariadnes constellation witnesses his ingratitude in her trecherous desertion Hell endures his accompanying Pyritheus thither to assist his adultery upon Proserpine The Sea accuseth him by his careless obedience to have sent his father precipitated thither 14. Sisiphus for his numerous depredations upon Attica was kill•d by Theseus The Punishment aflicted upon him in Hell is supposed to be an injuctive taske to roule a great stone up to the top of a high Mountain to which when a•ved by its relaxency to the bottom it makes his labour still beginning but never accomplish'd 15. Titius endeavouring to ravish Latona Apollos mother was by Iupiter struck dead with Thunder others say kill'd by Apollo his sufferings are said to be by a Vultur gnawing perpetually on his Liver which undiminishably continues 16. Ixion the father of Pyritheus taken up by Iupiter into Heaven entertained lustfull thoughts towards Iuno of which Iupiter informed framed a Cloud in the effigies of Iuno upon which the deceived adulterer begot the Centaure being returned to earth he vaingloriously boasted of his embraces with the Queen of heaven Iupiter to punish his violence sunk him into h•l with a Thunder-bolt where he is tied to a wheel and tormented with perpetuall circumrotation 17. Those dead of whom the Ancients had any cause to detest the memory were usually followed with an imprecation that the earth might lie heavy on them out of a strange conceipt that the soul which they believed to be inhumed with the body could slowly if at all remove to the seat of the happy by reason of 〈◊〉 depressure with such a weight DIVERSE SELECT POEMS By the same Author On an old ill-favoured Woman become a young Lover LOve me Heaven bless me Hadst thou told me all The common miseries which can befall A man to make him wretched I had met Them and embrac'd them with a youthfull heat Rather then heard thee talke of Love this newes Is worse then all the plagues the Gods can us To punish blacke offenders with to thee Want and continuall sickesse blessings be Sure thou dost now like beggars who to crave Take a delight though they may nothing have For I can nere beleeve thou canst acquaint Thy hopes with expectation of a graunt Be thine owne Judge or call thy partiall glasse To witness canst thou finde in all that Masse Of monstrous ugliness one peece that can Render thee fit for the most sinful man If all the rest were answerable no Thou may'st securely boast that none can show So full a harmony no part of thine Can at his fellows richer form repine Nor can they for Supremacie contest When ev'ry part is worst and none is best Some when Pandora's boxe was op'ned doubt That thou wert all those plagus which thronged out And most agree as ev'ry gen'rous God A sev'rall ornament on her bestow'd The sportive Deities have giv'n to thee Each a particular deformity Iove gave thee an imperious mind his Queen Made thee a scold and gave thee tongue and spleen Sol tan'd thy skin Iris did paint thy face Hermes taught theft Saturn gave length of dayes God Momus gave thee a repining soul Phoebe to keep thee chaste hath made thee foul Yet it seems Venus whom thou dost adore Enrag'd at that hath made thy will a whore And Mulciber who would not be behind His courteous wife gave thee a halting mind But by what chance into the world thou fell None can conceive under a miracle Thy Mother hadst thou had one at thy birth Had frantick run as soon as brought thee forth The trembling Mid wife from her shaking hands Had let thee fall killd in thy swathing bands The timely zeale else of the standers by Had rid the world of such a Prodigy Or had'st thou by their feare from present death A while preserv'd drawn a contemned breath None would have fatherd thee nor had'st thou bin Esteem'd the lawlesse progeny of sinne And of the people Spurnd from each ones blood Thou so had'st perished for want of food But thou' rt no humane seed thy shapelesse age Allowes thee not of mortall Parentage Yet 't would almost perswade me to beleeve That if thou be a woman thou art Eve Onely I think man might have stood till now If Eve had been no hansomer than thou For 't is not time or age could change thee thus Thou wert by Nature made so leperous
To a Gentlewoman that sued to her Servant whom she had formerly forsaken THou may'st as well leave off thy tears or smiles I count no better than a Crocadiles And all thy protestations are but wiles Thou may'st as easily out-noise the Wind Deaf the rude Sea make Love no longer blind As change the tenor of a setled mind I 'd Lov'd too long should I not know at last How quickly all thy vowes were overpast And thy old servant by a new displac'd And should I know all this and not take heed 'T were pity then but I afresh should bleed And you might begge me for a fool indeed False Woman no thy unsuspected fall Hath quench'd those flames and left of that great All Nought but the ashes of Loves funerall And can'st thou hope to kindle a new fire Where there be left no sparks of old desire And a Love-broken heart is made intire Why then I 'l yeeld but since I cannot be Thy Love such Miracles shal make of thee A God and I 'l adore thy deity But thou art far from that as Heavens from cares So farre thou can'st not hope for 't in thy Prayr's Nor purchase with thy penitential tears For my young hate of thee is so improv'd As I to hate my self am almost mov'd When I but think that I a woman lov'd Yet I 'l not say all Women are untrue Nor but the bad may mend but never you However I wil ne'r beleeve you doe But if as thou hast prodigally swore Thou lov'st me better now than e'r before Shew it me then and trouble me no more How to chuse a MISTRES FIrst I would have a face exactly fair Not long nor yet precisely circular A smooth high brow where neither Age nor yet A froward peevishness hath wrinckles set And under that a pair of clear black eyes To be the windows of the Aedifice Not sunck into her head nor starting out Not fix'd nor rolling wantonly about But gently moving as to whet the sight By some fresh object not the appetite Their Orbs both equal and divided by A wel-proportion'd noses Ivory The nostrils open fit to try what air Would best preserve the Mansion what impair The colour in her cheek so mixt the eye Cannot distinguish where the red doth lye Or white but ev'ry part thereof as loth To yeeld in either equally hath both The mouth but little whence proceeds a breath Which might revive one in the gates of death And envy strike in the Panchayan groves When their spic'd tops a gentle East-wind moves The lips ruddy as blushing to be known Kissing each other by the Lookers on And these not to perpetual talk dispos'd Nor alwayes in a lumpish silence clos'd But e'vry word her innocence brings forth Sweetned by a discreet and harmles mirth The teeth even and white a dimpled chin And al these clothed with the purest skin Then as good painters ever use to place The darker shadow to the fairer face A sad brown hair whose am'rous curles may tye The Pris'ners fast ta'ne captive by her eye Thus would I haue her face and for her mind I 'd have it cloth'd in Vertue not behind The other's Beauty for a house thus drest Should be provided of a noble guest Then would I have a body so refin'd Fit to support this face enclose this mind When all these Graces I in one doe prove Then may Death blind me if I do not love Yet there is one thing more must needs concur She must love me as well as I love her Love without Hope HOpeless ah me I love nor can I tel Whether my Love or my Despair Deserve to be esteem'd the greater Hel For both alike do breed my care Despaires cold •rost cooleth not hot desire Nor yet is warmed at the Neighb'ring fire The faculties of my distemper'd mind• Anothers servants are becom And my corrupted reason hath resign'd To his old enemy his room There the Vsurper now the tyrant playes Ill must that kingdom thrive where Faction sways Toogreedily I gaz'd and through mine eyes My heart did fly unto her brest She with her own contented straight denyes To entertain so poor a guest With tears it begg'd that since it had bestow'd It self on her it might not lye abroad But she by this confirmed in her scorn No tears no prayers were prevalent Coldly she did advise it to return And proud she 'd counsail it it went But ah in vain struck blind with too much light The way was stopt th'rough 〈◊〉 it took its flight Naked and wounded it lay helpless there Till I who once had owned it Was for the Run'way a Petitioner I onely begg'd she would permit The wretch a habitation there to have Though used in the Nature of a slave Indeed I hoped better for could I Imagine she would ever br•nd Her name with breach of Hospitality Whose credit did so candid stand As all that knew her thought they might deter Vice from their Childten if nam'd after her But what 's more free than guift this empty seat Doth feel the absent Captives pain And now too late I do her heart intreat Far Hostage or mine own again Thus by my folly am I overthrown Constrain'd to beg for what was once mine own My heart a Slave Reason of rule bereft My Will and Vnderstanding wait On hers and unto me is only left Th' sad Memory of a better State What can I hope for then who am so poor Besides my sorrows I can give no more The dumb LOVER FAir 〈◊〉 cruell Maid Many Shepherds had enflamed Whose complaints her sport she made Frowning still when Love was named Yet those frowns did Love perswade 'Mong the rest ah hapless Youth Ann•phil did wish to have her Though scant of wealth yet in sooth Passing all that sought her favour For his passing passing truth This poor Wretch sought to suppress With his tears the rising fire But those tears prov'd witnesses To the World of his desire And his paines were ne'r the less Speak he durst not for he fear'd No death worse than a denyall Yet in his eyes still betear'd A too miserable tryall Of what Love can doe appear'd Armes across unsteady pace Eyes cast down as in subjection Broken words and changed face A most desperate affection In the wofull youth betrayes Coward Love oft would he say Who thy shafts on slaves bestowest Wounding such as doe obey But with Rebels meeting throwest Down thine arms and runn'st away Was it not enough that I Willingly thy yoke took on me But I must that service buy Which I fear hath quite undon me With fresh cares fresh misery Was it not enough that thou With thy proper force refused To succour me but that now My tongue th'rough thee speech-disused Cannot mine own thoughts avow Art thou a God who I see Thus thy humblest Vassals wrongest No thy weaker Deity Either yields unto her strongest Or thy sting is lost in me Then his hearty sighs would show
it be fully morn Though bounteous Heav'n no blessings hath in store Which you deserve not richly to enjoy Whatever Phoebus doth behold and more Even to twist the thread of Destiny Though you deserve the Seas discovered womb Should unto you her hidden Treasures give Which when you die should serve to build your Tomb But all the Gods attend you whilest you live Though we confesse all this to be your due Yet do not boast that it is yours alone Your Husband meriteth both this and you What then deserve you now conjoyn'd in one May you live long and happy all your dayes Crown'd with a lasting plenty and content May no disturbance ever cloud the Face But what one doth let be by either meant A fruitfull and a toward Linage blesse Your youth the subject to support your age And when Death summons you in happinesse May they succeed as well as Heritage And if more may be said may you two have Blessings above your hopes above your wishes And when age fits your bodies for the Grave May then your spirits meet breath'd out in Kisses Thus the uncaptiv'd Gods do joyntly pray Yet Iuno vows a chast revenge withall Swearing fair Bride that you a while shall stay Before you do upon Lucina call On a Necklace of small Pomander given him by a Lady ANd art thou mine at length com'st thou to deck My worthlesse Wrist thus persum'd by her neck Canst thou so freely to my use dispense That precious Odor thou receivedst thence Couldst thou alas such real joys forsake For this sad cause to justifie thy black Me thought thou wert while thou didst that invest The cinders of the Phoenix spiced Nest Out of whch rose her admirable Face As the sole sp•cies of that Virgin Race There hadst thou grown immortal while worn there No day but added to thy Life a Year But now thou dost with me in Exile live Each day doth take what there each day did give Alas poor Fool Man might have taught thee this Death waits on those are banish'd Paradize Couldst thou have still continu'd there thou 'dst bin Long-liv'd as he had he not found out sin No Fate had cut thy thread nor chance unstrung Thy Beads till the Worlds Passing-Bell had Pearls had look'd pale with Envy Diamonds mourn'd And sparkling forth their prouder anger burn'd While every grain of thee had grown a Gem Of greater price than the whole Race of them The wary Prophets mercenary Wife Who for a Bracelet sold her Husband's life And thought her Crime excus'd the flame-fac'd stones Being such prevalent Temptations All her so dear-bought Iewels would have thrown Down at her feet for the exchange of one thou 'dst grown a Rosary for Angels there Thy glorious Beads dropt in eternal Prayer Offer'd in smoke thou mightst have bought the Gods Out of their Heaven to have chang'd Abodes With thee we should have seen the deathlesse Train About her neck link'd in an endlesse Chain The emulous Powers contending who should rest On the Swan-downy Pillows of her brest Where by a more especial favor thrown They had that Heav'n preferred to their own And canst thou quit so coveted a place To feel such a sick Pulses frantick pace To circle this poor arm which still must mourn Because it must not be where thou wert worn Indeed 't is true my small Physician she Taught thee thy skill but 't is best shew'd on me Thanks charitable Friend For this will I Study a reward great as thy courtesie No Relique shall be kept more safe nor be In greater Adoration had than thee Each morning will I with a trembling kisse Offer my burning Lips in Sacrifice All day look on thee with that greedy view As if I meant to string mine Eyes there too At night my never slumbring thoughts shall keep The Watch while thou dost in my bosome sleep And lest my panting Heart alarm thee there I le turn it out for to be lodg'd elsewhere I would not with a minutes absence buy The World though Heav'n were the Security I 'l tell thy numerous seeds and know the same Not onely by their number but by name Then set a higher price on ev'ry Bead Than I would rans•m upon a Monarchs head No wealth should fetch thee from me unlesse she Would be the price her self who owned thee When scorch'd by some proud Beauty I for shade Will flie to the small knots of thy dark brade And when I 'm ready with despair to freez I will inflame my self by kissing these Driv'n to Extremity I scarce would stoop To take the Chymists greatest secret up For with a touch of thee my fancy would Be sure to turn all Metalls into Gold Thou art my All on Earth and he that robs Me but of one of these thy little Globes I in Heav'ns juster Chancery will lay To 's charge the stealing the whole World away But which when Fate protract thy time is come Hastned with grief to be so long from home Thou shalt from me again to her depart For on the flaming Altar of my Heart I 'll all the filth thou here contracted'st take Away and so in Incense pay thee back Thus I le requite thy kindnesse but be sure Thou dost not wound where thou pretend'st to cure 'T would be a treach'rous and unworthy Art Thus ty'd about mine arm to give my Heart On Himself being Lame I Prithee tell not me of Pox or Gout It is my Fancie's fall'n into my Foot I know her haughty stomack did disdain To lie a soaking in a small-Beer brain This Salamander doth in flames still dwell And in a cooling Iulip findes a Hell Give her a Bowl of Spanish which might breath A Feaver into the cold Limbs of Death Might make the Brethrens Marble rise dance Till it had wak'd the drowsie Puritans And raised their new-molded dust to sing Zealous Encomiums of the Cath'lique King Then she will knock at Heav'n this Tavern flie When throughly drench'd in Sack doth soar most high And like the South-winde from her dropping wings Shakes the bright showre which up in numbers springs Numbers might pose Arithmetick and teach Dull man what feet will up to Heaven reach Numbers which without sweating are distill'd And writ when you 'd believe the Inck was spill'd And that in so harmonious a strain You 'd finde a Musick in the pretious rain Then might you see her Wine-wet cheeks out-shine The Muses washing in their Hippocrene She were a Wife for Bacchus then but that He must not marry what himself begat Then she 'd out-noise Ioves thunder that which rent The Womb of Semele for the Firmament Swear that with Genial Nectar he was warm'd When 's fertile brain brought forth Minerva arm'd And tell me if I 'd heat it well with Wine His should not be more pregnant than should mine She would be my Minerva nor afraid To challenge at both Weapons the great Maid And she would still have swagger'd there no doubt If I