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Poems by N. Tate.
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Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.
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1677
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Wing T208; ESTC R21921
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Few Suns have ris'n since I was Blest Of God like Liberty possest But Slave t'Employment now without Repose I 'm Ghost-like hurry'd where my Daemon goes III. But Business to Preferment will direct And 't is ev'n necessary to be Great Ah have I then no more than this t' expect My stinted Hopes will starve on such thin meat Impertinents Content I crave And wildly you of Grandieur Rave If Life 's at best a tedious rugged Road What must it be with Grandieur's cumbring Load IV. Condemn'd to th' Town-Noise and Impertinence Where Mode and Ceremony I must view Yet were the sight all Strephon cou'd dispense But He must there be Ceremonious too I fear my rural Soul 's too plain To Learn the Towns dissembling strein For whilst I practize the slie Courtiers Art I shall forget my self and speak my Heart V. When first th' unwelcome Tidings I receiv'd Summon'd to bid my peaceful shades Adieu Scarce was I by my Fellow-Swains believ'd 'Till streaming Tears prov'd my sad story True Then pensive they my Doom resent As 't were to Death or Banishment But oh my Panalthaea's passionate moan Surpast her Sexes kindness and her own VI. Thus spake She with a forc't frown on her Brow Will you be gone false Strephon will you go Then go thy way go for I Hate thee now But tell me are you serious Swain or no This is some new-found wile to prove Ridiculous Jealousie my Love But whilst of mine this feign'd suspect is shown You wou'd suggest that you 've renounc'd your Own VII Thy Love chast Nymph deep in my Breast I laid When first the precious Pledge I did receive Nor have I thence the sacred store convey'd Here force the Cabinet ope and you 'l believe You 'l see with what a bleeding Heart From these dear Shades and thee I part But rig'rous Fate then on her Virgin Breast I lean'd my drooping Head and wept the Rest. VIII Oh Floods and Groves beneath whose sacred shade I 've sat as Happy as first Mortals were For when Distractions did my breast invade Some rapt'rous Shepheard's Song redrest my Care But 'bove the Flights of other Swains I priz'd my Astragon's soft streins For Turtle-like my pensive Astragon Is sweetly Sad and charming in his Moan The Gold-hater WEll I perceive the Antipathy Is mutual now 'twixt Gold and Me For that flies me as fast as I The false pernicious mettal flie So wild a Prey why shou'd I Trace That yields no Pleasure in the Chase A Prey that must with Toil be sought And which I prize not when 't is Caught Gold I contemn when rude i' th' Oar But in a Crown despise it more No Crown can any Temples fit So well but 't will uneasie sit By an Eternal Law of Fate Vexations still attend on State Insep'rable by Humane Art A Crown'd-Head and an Aking-Heart The Ingrates DUll Mortals with the same prepost'rous breath We bless Love's Darts and Curse the shafts of Death The Author of our Ills a God we stile But the Redresser of those wrongs Revile Yet gentle Death tho rudely treated still Persists in generous Charity to Kill And Cure th' Ingrateful ev'n against their Will Ah should he once in just Resentment give Our Wishes and permit us ever Live What shou'd we do when Soul and Body jar And Loath each other like an Ill-wed Pair Can envious Fiends a Penalty invent That shall than Loath'd Embraces more Torment But friendly Death absolves us from this Curse And when the Parties clash makes a Divorce Disappointed I. FRom Clime to Clime with restless toyl we Roam But sadly still our old Griefs we Retain And with us bear tho we out-rove the Main The same disquiet selves we brought from Home Can Nature's plenteous Board Spread wide from Pole to Pole Sufficient Cates afford To Satiate or Delude one Craving Soul Produce what wealth the Sea contains Or sleeps deep lodg'd in Indian Veins Th' Insatiate Mind will gorge the store And call for more II. The Food of Angels of immortal kind Alone can be design'd To Feast th' unbounded Appetite o' th' Mind To those bright Seats let me aspire Where solid joys remain So firm they can sustain And stand the full Career of Chast Desire Th'Enjoyments we pursue So hotly here below Are Charming Daphnes in the Chase And Daphne-like Transforming Fool us in th' Embrace Some of Martials Epigrams Translated and Paraphras'd Lib. 1. Epigr. IX FRom needless dangers timely to Retreat Speaks not our Courage small but Prudence Great Thus Cato still was foremost in the Fight Whilst Vict'ry tho at distance was in fight Yet oft the Unequal Battel he wou'd wave Wise in Retreat as in th' Engagement Brave Who of his Game Advantage cannot make Is wise in plotting how to part the Stake Who pays his Blood for 't buys his Fame too dear I wou'd have Fame but I 'd enjoy it Here. Who mingles Cypress with his Lawrel Wreath Is poor and Debtor for his Fame to Death Lib. 1. Epigr. XIV De Arriâ Paeto WHen from her Breast Chast Arria did unsheath The reeking Sword led the way to Death ' The blushing Steel to her Lov'd Lord she gave And said Tho Wretched let us still be Brave Ah that I might prevent thy Fate with Mine At my own Breast I Bleed but Smart in Thine Lib. 1. Epigr. CX De Issa Catellâ Publij Issa much to be preferr'd To Catullus amorous Bird Chaster Thou than Stella's Dove But fond as Girls when first they Love Issa worth both Indies Treasure Issa Publiu's Life and Pleasure Issa mourns if He complain Issa shares his Health and Pain All Night on his warm Neck She lies Nor stirs 'till He 's dispos'd to rise But if Digestion chance to call The cleanly well-bred Animal Ne're harms the Bed but lightly creeps O're Publius Bosome while He sleeps Or wakes him with her gentle moan And motions to be handed down But passing other Vertues by Such is this Creatures Modesty She ne're cou'd Love tho daily Woo'd By Shocks of Quality and Blood But lest Death take her quite away When time brings on her fatal Day To Countermand Fate 's rigid Law Publius did her Picture draw Where ev'ry Feature ev'ry Hair Is feign'd with so much Art and Care It leaves you doubtful which to call The Copy which th' Original In short compare 'em both together And you 'l Swear Both have Life or Neither Lib. 9. Epigr VI. Doll Swears she will have Raph The Wiser she Raph Swears hee 'l not have her The Wiser He Lib. XI Epigr. XCV Translated in Dialogue A. FRiend Giles and I had late â bloody bout B. Eternal Cronies how cou'd you fall out A. Faith guess th' Occasion B. Some fresh Doxie A. No Fools as we are we have more Sense than So. He that Asserts a modest Lady's Right Tho soundly Drub'd is a true Errant Knight But Whelps are they who for such Carrion Fight B. When Toapt which