of knowledge sucks divinity With Angels on an honest bed of leaves Redintegrated Paradise conceaves For Heaven is onely Gods revealed face So these make Paradise and not the place The World JS this that goodly Edifice So gaz ' d upon by greedy eyes A sceane where cruelty's exprest Or Stage of folly es at the best Who can the Musick understand From the soft touch of Natures hand When man her chiefest Instrument So harshly jarres without consent Do not her naturall agents too Faile in their operations so That he to whom they best appeare Sees but the Tombes of what they were Her chiefest Actions then are such That no externall sense may touch Shown doubtfully to the minds sight By the dark Phancy's glimmering light The Night indeed which hideth all Things else discloseth the Stars pale And sickly faces but our sense Cannot perceive their Influence They are the hidden books of Fate Where what with paines we calculate And doubt is onely plainly known To those assist their motion The close conveyances that move With silent vertue from above Incessantly on things below Our duller eyes can never know Nothing but colour shape and light Create their species in our sight All substances avoyd the sense Close couched under accidents In which attir'd by nature we Their loose apparell onely see Spirits alone Intuitive Can to the heart of essence dive Why then should we desire to sleep Groveling like swine in mire so deep The mind for breath can find no way Choak'd up and crowded into clay Stript of the flesh in the clear spring Of Truth she bathes her soring wing On whom do all Ideas shine Reflected from the Glasse divine Gray Haires WElcome gray haires whose light I gladly trust To guide me to my peacefull bed of dust My lifes bright Stars whose wakefull eyes shut mine Stand on my head as Tapers on my shrine The worlds grand noise of nothing which invades My soule exclude from deaths approaching shades But as the day is usher'd in by one And the same Star that shewes the day is done This twilight of my head this doubtfull sphear My Bodys Evening my soules Morning Star Th' allay of white amongst the browner haires As well the birth as death of day declares As he whom from the Hill saw the moist Tomb Of earth together with her pregnant womb This mingled colour with ambiguous strife Demonstrates my decaying into life Thus life and death compound the world Each weed That fades revives by sowing its own seed Matter suppos'd the whole Creation Is nothing but form and privation No borrow'd tresses then no cheating dy Shall to false life my dying locks bely I shall a perfect Microcosme grow When as the Alpes I crowned am with snow I will beleive this white the milky way Which leads unto the Court of endlesse day Then let my life's flame so intensely burn That all my haires may into ashes turn Whence may arise a Phoenix to repay With Hallelujahs this Eygnean lay A Dialogue upon death Phillis Damon Phil DAmon amidst the blisses we In joynt affections fully prove Doth it not sometimes trouble thee To think that death must part our love Dam Though sweets concentrate in thy armes And that alone I revell there A willing prisoner to those charmes Love cannot teach me death to fear Phil Say of these sweets I should beguile Thy tast by my inconstancie And on thy rivall Thyrsis smile Would not that losse work grief in thee Dam Oh nothing more For here to be Is Hell and thy embraces lack Yet is it Heaven even without thee To dye Then onely art thou black Phil Then onely art thou black my dear When death shall blast thy vitall light Whilst I in lifes bright day appear Thou sleepst forgot in deaths sad Night Dam Thou art thick-sighted couldst thou see Farre off the other side of death Would such a prospect open thee As thou must needs be sick of breath Phil How can that be when sense doth keep The dore of pleasure That destroyed The soule if it survive must sleep Senselesse of delectation voyd Dam Sense is the doore of such delight As beasts receive through which alas Since Nature's nothing but a fight More enemies then friends do passe Nor is the soule lesse capable But naked doth her object prove More truely as more sensible Is this fair hand stript of its glove Phil My Damon sure hath sufeirted Of Phillis and would fain get hence Yet mannerly he vailes his dead Love under a divine pretence Dam Whilst I am flesh thou needst not fear Of love in my warm breath a dearth For since affections earthly are They must love thee the fairest Earth Phil If thou receive a certain good Of pleasure in enjoying me 'T is wisedome then to period Thy wishes in a certainty Dam Joyes reap'd on earth like grasped aire Away even in enjoyment fly Certain are onely such as bear The stampt of immortality Phil Shall we for hope of future blisse The good of present Love neglect Who will a Wren possest dismisse A flying Eagle to expect Dam Who use not here the Heavenly way And in desire of thither go Will at their death uncertain stray Losing themselves in endlesse wo Phil Since death such hazards wait upon Ile unfrequent love's vain delight And wing my contemplation For prea-equaintance with that height Dam Come then let 's feed our flocks above On Sions hill so will delights Grow fresher in the vale of Love Change thus may whet chafte appetites Death SUnk eyes cold lips chaps faln cheeks pale and wan Are onely bugbeares falsely frighting man This is the vizard not deaths proper face For who looks through it with the eye of Grace Shall find death deckt in so divine a ray That none would be such a self-foe to stay In mortall Clouds did not the wiser hand Of supreme power joyn with his strict command Pangs in our dissolution which all shun But would wish if they knew life then begun Man is a Creature mixt of Heaven and Earth Of beast and Angell when he leaves this breath He is all Angell The Soules future eye Is by the prospect of Eternâ—ty Determin'd onely who content doth rest With present good no better is then Beast The heathens prov'd since the soule cannot find In Natures store to satisfie the mind Her essence Supernat'rall and shall have Her truest object not before the Grave Could I surmise the Immateriall mate Of this dull flesh should languish after fate Like widdowed Turtles or the glimmering light Bereav'd of her dark lanthorn should be quite Blown out by death or dwell on faithlesse mire Inhopitable fens like foolish fire Wandring through dismal vales of horrid night Th' approach of death deservedly might fright But faiths clear eye more certainely surveyes Then any optick Organ for the rayes That shew her object to us are divine Reflected by Th' omniscient Christalline They then who surely know death leadeâ—h right To a vast Sea
that his sight Might to his Dart give steady flight When my good Genius prudent eare Whisperd to my rash soule Beware Ah shamelesse Boy deceitfull Love I see thy plot should I remove Those chaines of darknesse from thy eyes Thou Melidore so much wouldst prize That strait my rivall thou wouldst be And warme her for thy selfe not me Delay Vpon advice to deferr Loves Consummation DElay whose Parents Phlegme and Slumber are Thinkst thou two Snailes drawing thy leaden Car Can keep pace with the fiery wheels of loves Chariot that receives motion from swift Doves Go visit Feavours such as conscience wrack With fear of punishment in death there slack The pulse or dwell upon the fatall tongues Of Judges shut up their contagious lungs Thou mayst a Goale rejoyce but not decree To Loves glad Prisoners a Jubilee How canst thou think thy Frost with Icy Laws Can bind my tears when Love thy cold chain thaws He more intense for fighting Ice will be And raise his heat unto the eighth degree Thus through thy coldnesse I shall feircer burn And by thy Winter into Cinders turn But since from Ignorance fears oft arise And thence are stoln unequall Victories Let us describe this Foe muster his force A handlesse thing it is and chills the sourse Of brave attempts Eyes he pretends to much Yet our experience often shews that such Exactnesse in Surveying opes a gate To be surprizd by Semele's sad Fate T is a meer trunk hath not for progreâ—s feet Coward that fears his own desires to meet His Friends are scarse the Heavens whose flight debates The race with thought are no confederates The World is love in act suspend this fire The Globe to its old Chaos will retire Infernall soules but for his loathed stay Might hope their Night would open into Day How can this Cripple then not with one Band Aided by Earth Heaven Hell his power withstand Who hath of Earth Heaven Hell the forces broke Impos'd on Neptunes selfe his scorching yoak But if thou needst will haunt me let thy Mace Arrest delight when I my Love imbrace Upon Cloris her visit after Marriage A pastorall Dialogue betwixt Codrus and Damon forsaken rivalls Codrus WHy Damon did Arcadian Pan ordain To drive our Flocks from that Meridian plain Where Cloris perpendicular shot beames Scorch'd up our lawnes but that cool Charwells streams Might here abate those flames which higher were Then the faint moisture of our Flocks could bear Damon Codrus I wot the dog that tended there Our Flocks was he which in the heavenly sphear So hotly hunts the Lyon that the trace of Virgo scarse his fiery steps allaies Into our vaines a feavour he convey'd And on our vitall Spirits fiercely prey'd Codrus Oh why then brought she back her torred Zone Conquer'd her Trophyes Let us not alone After so many deaths renew'd our flame When t was impossible to quench the same It is the punishment of Hell to show The torturd soules those joyes they must not know Damon Though my Flock languish under her aspect My panting Dog his office too neglect Though I refuse repast and by her eyes Inflam'd prostrate my selfe her sacrifice I shall yet covet still her dubious rayes Whose light revives as much as her heat slayes Codrus If Thyrcis slept not in her shady haire If in his armes her snow not melted were We might expect a more successfull day And to some hopes our willing hearts betray Which now live desperate without joy of light Her black eyes shed on us perpetuall night Damon Codrus because his ragged flock was thin His Sheep walk bare and his Ewes did not yene His noble Love hear this O Swaines resignd His eyes delight a wealthier mate to find But she rash in her choice gave her embrace To one whose bread courser then Codrus was Codrus Damon then whom none e're did longer burne Nor at his rate upon so small returne Damon the pride and glory of the mead When Nymphs and Swaines their tuned measures tread Begg'd of her that a better choice might prove She lov'd her selfe since him she could not love Damon Had Thyrsis flocks in milke abounded more I should not with such grief my losse deplore Codrus Could Thyrsis pipe more worthily resound Cloris oh Cloris I had comfort found Both That our heart-wracking sighs no gaine bequeath To Cloris is a dying after death On the infrequency of Celias Letters DId not true love disdaine to owne His spirit all duration From paper-fuell I might guesse Thy love and writing both surcease Together But I cannot think The life and Bloud of love is Ink Yet as when Phaebus leaves our coast The surface bound with chaines of frost Life is sustained by course repast Such as in Spring nauseates the tast So in my winter whilst you shine In the remotest Tropick signe Stramineous food paper and quill May fodder hungry love untill He reobtaine solstitiall hours To feast upon thy beauties flowers The wonders then of Nature we Within out selves will justifie Or what monumentall boast The first world made the latter lost Thy pointed flame shall constant ' bide As an eternall Pyramid The never dying Lamp of Urnes Revivid in my bosome burnes Th' attractive virtue of the North Resembleth thy magnetick worth And from my scorcht heart through mine eyes Aetnean flashes shall arise we shall make good when more unite The fable of Hermaphrodite The Spring and Harvest of our blisse The ripe and budding Orange is We little worlds shall thus rehearse The wondâ—rs of the Universe As a small watch keeps equall pace With the vast Sun's impetnous race To her questioning his Estate PRethee no more how can Love saile Thy providence becalmes our Seas Suspensive care binds up each gale Fear doth the lazy current freize Forecast and Love the Lover sweares Remov'd as the two Poles should be But if on them must roll the spheares Of our well tun'd felicity If Summes and Terrars I must bring Nor may my Inventory hide Know I am richer then the King Who guilt Pactolus yellow Fide For Love is our Philosophers stone And whatsoever doth please thy sense My prising estimation Shall elevate to quintessence Thy lips each cup to wine shall charme As the Suns kisses do the Vine Naked embraces keep us warme And stript then May thou art more fine And when thou hast me in thy armes The power of Fancie's then most high Instate me by those mighty charmes In some imperiall monarchy Thus I am thy wealth thou art mine And what to each other we appear If Love us two in one combine The same then in our selves we are The Spring SEE how the Spring courts thee Emaphilis The painted Meadowes to invite thy eyes But on their rich embroydery the shade Of every grove is now an harbour made Where devout birds to celebrate thy praise Each morn and evening offer up their laies Now the soft wind his winter-rage deposes Sollicites Gardens for the breath of Rosses To
deum Nec simul edocti quod avenam in flavimus unam Nec Quod de nostra stripe racemus eras Hae modo conciliatrices si mentibus essent Convictus virtus strips eademque fides Debueram plures arsisse hac lege merentes Aeque de nostra forsan amicitia Causa subest ex Naturae penetralibus hausta Esse meae paritas indolis atque tuae Si flammam admoveas flammae si fluctibus undas Res in idem fuerat quae modo bina redit Confusi pariter genio coalescimus uno Compagesque tuae mentis ubique mea est Cumque meum tecum similaribus undique constet Partibus ingenium prona synaxis erat Virtutis seges ampla tuae sit mater amoris Mater amicitiae non critilla meae Plures inter amor diffunditur ipso duorum Tantum qui fiunt unus amicitia est Quicquid id est quod nos a nobis cogit amari Nos eadem ratio temet amare facit To the same being sicke of a feavour Horat od 2. 17. AM not I in thy feavour sacrifiz'd That you alone by Fate should besurpriz'd You my sole Sun-shine my Soules wealth and pride Is both by me and by the Gods denide If hasty death take thee my soule away Can I a loath'd imperfect carkasse stay No no Our twisted lives must be cut both Together This I dare confirm by oath When e're thou leapst into the fatall boat I le leap in glad with thee in death to float Nor shall that dubious monster breathing fire Nor Gyges hundred hands did he respire Pluck me from this resolve approved so By Fate and Justice whither Scorpio Fierce in my Horoscope or Capricorne Oppressing Latium with his watry horne Or Libra brooded my nativity 'T is sure our mutuall Stars strangley agree To the same Recovered of the small Pox NAture foreseeing that if thou wert gone And we her younger Children left alone None could with Virtue feed this beggerd age For with thee Heir is gone and Heritage In pitty longer lent us Thee that so Thou mightst lead mankind and teach how to go How to speak Languages to discourse how How the created book of things to know How with smooth cadence harsher verse to file Within soft numbers to confine a stile And lastly how to love a freind for this Lesson the Crown of humane actions is Nor was 't in pitty to our state alone She as all do reflected on her owne And gave thee longer breath that our desire Might learne of thine her beauty to admire Nor out of pitty to thy youth whose hearse Not to thy selfe but to the Universe Had Ship-wrack been For thou hadst stood being dead Above the sphear of being pittied Let then this thy redintegrated wrack Not Irksome be if onely for our sake For friendship is the greatest argument Moves us to be from Angels here content Yet one inducement more thy stay may plead That nature hath so clean thy prison made What though she pit thy skin She onely can Deface the woman in thee not thee Man To the same LEt me not live if I not wonder why In night of rurall contemplation I So long have dream't when from thy lips I might As instantly gain intellectuall light As by this Amphitheater of aire The Suddain beames of Sol imbibed are Why then by reflex Letters like the Moon Shine I when thou invit'st me to thy Noon Why do I vainly sweat here to controule Th' assertours of the perishable Soule Where all the reason I encounter can Scarse win beliefe a tustick is a man To reconcile the contradiction Of Freedome with Predestination To be resolv'd the Earth doth rost upon Her Ax is as a spit against the Sun Or what bold Argive fleet durst to translate Of those beasts that first straid from Ararat Onely the noxious to America And how these puny Pilots found the way Or whether from the habitable Moon Like Saturn they and Vulcan tumbled down Whether abroad Imaginations work Whether in numbers potency doth lurk Whether all Earth intended was for gold And thousands more we doubtfully do hold Thus we poor Scepticks in the region Of Fancy float foes to assertion But I will pearch on thee and make my stand Of setled knowledge on thy steady hand To the same On my Library A SATYRE A Hundred here together buriedly Still jangling with eternall enmity Contesting after death The stagirite Advanceth there with his trust band to fight Against Ideas Th' Epicurean Band In Armes which pleasure guilt here ready stand To charge the rusty Sword of the severe Stoick Phlebotomizing Galen there Triumphs in bloud and not the bad alone Exterminates his corporation But makes joynt Ostracismes for the good Till later wits resenting Natures food In greatest need Promiscuously had been Disgarisond invent new discipline Strengthening the vitalls with some cordiall dose Which Nature might which unbroke files oppose But upon fresh supplies let her cashire If not reducible each mutineer On yonder shelfe we may the heritage Find of this heathen sword fal'n to our age A doubtfull blade whose fore-edge guards the sense Of Stoicks Fate The sharp back is the fence Of Lernean Predestination The bane of Crownes and true devotion The wills ability Pelagius calls What Peripateticks stile Pure Naturalls The point by which Philosophy did use To prove Ideas you 'l confesse obtuse To that by which Religion now maintaines Uncouth Chimaeras of exorbitant braines As the worlds noble Soule the generous Sun By an equivocall conjunction Begets the basest creeping progeny So when the princely Sire Phylosophy Adulterates faith the monsters that arise Degenerate to bastard Heresies Thus have I made a short narration Here of a posthumus contention They to thy Judgement all submit their hate Hoping thy presence soon will moderate Their vast dissent as element all strife Is â—inder far when actuated by life To the same on his Poems and Translations IF what we know be made our selves for by Devâ—sting all materiality And melting the bare species into Our intellect Our selves are what we know Thou art in largenesse of thy knowing mind As a Seraphick essence unconfind Content within those narrow walls to dwell Yet canst so far that point of flesh outswell That thine intelligence extends through all Languages which we Europaean call What Colossaean strides dost thou enlarge Fixing one foot in Sequan's watry barge Dost in Po t'other lave teaching each Swan A note more dying then their Idiom can Vext Tagus Nympths receive of thee new dresses Composing in Thame's glasse their golden tresses Yea more I 've seen thy young Muse bath her wing In the deep waters of Stagira's Spring Nor do thy beames warm by reflex alone Those that emerge directly from the Sun Of thy rich Fancy warm our loves as well As those whom other Languages repell Thou the divine acts thus dost imitate As well conserve an Author as create On then brave youth Learnings full Systeme Go Enlarge thy selfe
there are whose breath is onely sighes Who weep their own in others obsequies But in the reason like the Sun at noon Dispells usurping clouds of Passion Where feminine defects are wanting there All Femininee xcuses wanting are Think not since vertue then above them reares A womans name can priviledge thy teares Fortune materiall things onely controwles But doth her selfe pay homage unto soules There hath no power can do no injurie The Pavement where the stars their dances form By their own Musick is above all storme For Meteors but imperfect mixtures are In the raw bosome of distemperd aire Then let thy soule shine in her Christall spheare They 're Comets in the troubled air appear To the same The Reasons IS it because he died or that his yeares Not many were that causeth all these teares If for the first you should have alwayes wept Even in his life from first acquaintance kept Sorrow awake for that you know his Fate Prefixed had a necessary date How unadvisedly do you lament Because things mortall are not permanent Or is 't because he ere his aged Snow Or Autume came was ravishd from the bough Ask but the sacred Oracle you there Shall find untimely deaths no windfall are The grand example Miracle of good In vertue onely old slain in the bud Newly disclosing man It were a shame To wish then that of his a longer flame Who would not dy before subdued by age That Conquest oft Fortune pursues with rage Or sin in that advantage wounds him worse To wish him long life then had been a curse To the same The Teares YOu moderne wits who call this world a star Who say the other planets too worlds are And that the spots that in the midstar found Are to the people there Ilands and ground And that the water which surrounds the Earth Reflects to each and gives their shining birth The brightnesse of these teares had you but seen Faln from her eyes no argument had been To contradict that water here displayes To them as they to us siderious rayes Her Teares have then the stars a better right And a more clear propriety to light For stars receive their borrowd beames from far These bring their own along with them and are Born in the sphear of light Others may blind Themselves with weeping much because they spend The brightnesse of their eyes upon their teares But hers are inexhaustible she spares Beames to her teares as Tapers lend their light And should excesse of teares rob her of sight Two of these moist sparks might restore't our eyes An humour watry chrystalline comprise Why may not then two christall drops restore That sight a Christall humour gave before Love dewes his locks here woes each drop to fall A pupill in his eye and sight recall And I hope fortune passing through this rain Will at last see to recompence her pain On the death of my much honourd Vncle Mr. G. Sandys PArdon great Soul if duty grounded on Bloud and affections firm devotion Force my weak muse to sacriledge and by Short-payment rob thy sacred memory To be thy wits Executor though I No title have yet a small Legacy Fitting my small reception didst thou leave Which from thy learned works I did receive I should then prove unthankfull to deny Some spices to embalm that memory Whose Soul and better part thy lines alone Establish in Eternity's bright throne Our humble art the body of thy fame Onely to Memphian mummie tries to frame Which though a swarthy drynesse it puts on Is raised yet above corruption A Tomb of rarest art Magnificent As ' ere the East did to thy eyes present Erected by great Falklands learned hands To thee alive in his eloqiums stands Thy body we are onely then t' interre And to those matchlesse Epitaphs refer The hasty passenger that cannot stay To heare thy larger Muse her worth display Unlesse unto the Croud about the Hearse Those busy Sons of sense I shall rehearse What worth in thy material part did dwell And at the funerall thy Scutcheons spell Declare the extraction of thy noble line What graces from all parts of thee did shine That age thy sense did not at seventy cloud And thee a youth all then but death allow'd As for thy Soul if any do enquire T is making Anthems in the heavenly Quire Epitaph on Sir R. D. HEre lies the pattern of good men Heaven and Earths lov'd Citizen The Worlds faint wishes scarse can reach The good he did by action teach So hating semblence that his mind Left her deportment still behind That he far better was then ere Unto the worlds eye did appeare The poor can witnesse this who cry Aloud their losse his Charity The same and feeble now must creep To shew their crutch is laid asleep His Houshold Servants Tenants all Weep here their Fathers Funeral The war that gorg'd on his Estate His Table never could abate If ever he unjust was known 'T was in receding from his own Exchanging what with trouble he Might save to keep tranquilitie His host of vertues struck such feare Into his foes they did not dare To lay on his that penalty They did on others Loyalty Which bore with him as high a rate As those who bought it with their ' state Prudence and Innocence had made A league no harm should him invade Peacefull amidst the wars his life As in the Elementall strife Of bodys that are temperd well Harmonious Soules at quiet dwell When the worst humour had prevaild Upon the State his vitaâ—ls faild To shew this feeling members health Was wrapt up in the Common-wealth Grace Compar'd to the Sun GRace as the Sun incessantly its light Dilates upon the Vniversall face Pagans that sit in Antipodian night Tast by reflex of reason beames of grace Their sickly planet Queen of night not sleep Her wakefull eye in the Suns beames may steep Grace is the Soules Soul the informing part Reason like Phosphere ushers in the day But the terene affections of the heart Repell which Pharean clouds this sacred ray Internall as externall night alone Springs from the Earths interposition Goodnesse is priz'd by her own latitude The Persian wisest of Idolaters Adores the Sun as the most common good From whose balm Natures hand nothing interrs Worse then the Caliph is that votary Who worships a lesse loving deity The Sun would raise this Globe to nobler birth Transforming into Gold each minerall But in disposure of the Stubbourn Earth Renders his vertue ineffectuall Thus grace endeavours all to sublimate Then blame thy selfe if not regenerate Vpon the Nativity of our saviour and Sacrament then received SEe from his watry Tropick how the Sun Approacheth by a double motion The same flight tending to the western seas Wheeles Northward by insensible degrees So this blest day beares to our Intellect As its bright fire a duplycate respect None but a two-fac'd Janus can be guest And fit himselfe unto this double feast That must before joyntly the Manger see And view behind the execrable Tree Here the blest Virgins living milk and there The fatall streames of the Sons bloud appear Crowns at his tender feet in Bethlem ly Thorns bind his manly browes in Calvary Th' ashamed Sun from this his light withdrew A new born star the other joy'd to shew To furnish out this feast lo in the pot Death here consults the salting Antidot But least the sad allay should interfer And corrupt this days smile into a tear This very death makes up a fuller mirth Bequeathing to the worthy Guest new birth As to the mystick head beseemingly So to each member gives Nativity The difference onely this the deitie Born to our flesh into his Spirit we FINIS