the law of nations fie on it Your lead is poyson'd with your venimous bit But thanked be our God it cannot hit I. Upon our pikes we would you quickly tosse Were it not for that reprobate Mountrosse He spoils our Country with fire sword and speare While we to little purpose linger here XXIII Upon his son C. B. AS I a bed 'fore day did verses make My Bed fellow my little Boy did wake Father you write on every thing said He Let me intreat you make one Verse for me I presently reply'd He cann't say black Thou 'rt my white Boy although thy eyes be clack Thou bringst my Book my Candle thou dost light I love thee next unto thy Sister bright If thou wilt learn thy Book I 'l leave to thee Not one verse Boy but all my Poetry XXIV The Frogs asked a King Phaedri A Thenae cum storerent aequis legibus Procax libertas c. vide Veteratorem At Athens gentle Lawes had bred Wanton liberty They took head The reigns being loose till the most part Strengthend the Tyrant Pisistrat They haâ— no sooner undertoâ—k But presently complain'd o th' yoke Not thaâ— the King was cruel but ' Cause â—heir so 't Necâ—s were not us'd to 't Esop beholdiâ—g thiâ— their Stâ—te This Fable to them did relate The Frogs at freedom leapt about the lake And lâ—ud to Iupiter for a King they crâ—ke A King to orâ—er them with pâ—wâ—rful hand Iove smil'd and to the Rafâ—eâ— gave command To reign It fellâ—wâ—th force â—nto the Poole And wiâ—h the noisâ— affrighted the poor fooles Thâ— Rafter lay â— while all in the mâ—d At length one of the bâ—lder Frogs up stood And seeing the woâ—den King did the rest call Their fright being nâ—w past out they marched all Insulting o'â—e the Raâ—teâ— with much scorn Iove give 's a â—etter King or wee'â— forlorn The Seâ—pent â—upiter i th' next place sent Who with shâ—rp teeth them all to pieces rent Some few escape by flight but dare not speak By Mercury they send â—o Iove to wreak Their Cause â—his Answer they receiv'd from God You woul'd not bear your Peace now beare your Rod. And ye my Country-men be Conteâ—t for fear You be in inforc'd some greater harm to bear XXV Upon D. Taylors Funeral Sermon To Mr. Savage HAving receiv'd your Sermon I fell to 't And stirred not out of the place one foot Til I had with intentive eye survaid All the celestial Treasures there are laid There is exprest how short is every Breath And what the Souls estate is after death What the Felicity of the Saints each one Completed at the last Re-union And all in such a pure and pious way As if the Book were written with heavens ray But thâ—n the Nâ—rrative of the Lady's life How discreet Mother how observant Wife This and the rest 's so well describ'd that you 'l Say right to call it Taylors Second Rule And though the Ladies Tomb t'hir Lords content Be stately built This is her Monument How happy was that Noble Lord in 's love To shelter such a Man at Golden-Grove XXVI To my Sister Barksdale NO end of Teares but weep yourself to Night And lose your Eyes because you 've lost the sight Of your beloved son Can you think now By watring a dead plant to make it grow At the last dâ—y the dead shall have a spring And live again but before no such thing Is possible The Corruptible Body must Take up his Habitation in the dust The Soul which of the parts is far the best Is gone to God to everlasting rest Clear up I pray those fairest Eyes and see How mercifully God hath dealt with'ee One child Hâ—ath taken and hath left the other To comfort you in the place of her Brother But if we will powre out our Teares le ts learn Their Current in the Proper Course to turn And then let Tears flow from us night day Til we have wept and washt our sins away Nor can our Crosles sufferd nor our Fears But our Sins may be cured by our Tears XXVII To the same YOu grieve and say There was scarce ever any Hath buried her sweet Children young so many That you to God so soon your Children sent This is your Priviledge not Punishment Mothers who thus their Infants back have given Bare them not so much for themselves as Heaven Happy thrice happy are those little Oâ—es Who are advanc'd per saltum to their Thrones XXVIII Upon the Book of Iustification written by I. G. sent me by my Lady CHANDOS WElcom the Book expected so long time Now sent me from the hand of one o th' prime Ladies of England Welcom for her sake Who by this favour hath bin pleas'd to make Me more obliged Welcom for its own worth For here I finde perspicuously set sorth The work which only by Free Grace is done That sweetest Act Iustification I have but tasted yet but this short Tast Is far beyond some whole Books Th' Author's last Writings I will not speak of I don't fear To praise his Learning and his Temper here And were the rest not worthy of a look I will rejoyce to dwell on this fair Book XXIX Of Love Casimiri Sarb. QUid nocti lumen luci quid quaeâ—imus umbram Noâ—te dies nobâ—s est Amor umbradâ—e Why seek we shade so day for darkness light Love is our shade i th' Day our day i th' Night XXX A garland of Roses over a sweet Child â—â—usdem IPsa Corona Rosa est Puero Puer anne Câ—onae Ipsa Rosa est pueâ— est ipsa Corona Rosae Does the Rose crown the Child or the Child is The Rose i th' Crown â—â— Crowns the Rose So ' t is XXXI An Angel painted by a faire Child Ejusdem ANgele Gonzaâ—a es sipictas exuis alas Si Gonzâ—ga alas induâ—s Angelus es The Angel the Chiâ—d is let th'Wings alone The Child the Angel is put the Wings on XXXII Non NOBIS DOMINE c. In the Great Chamber at Sudeley To my Lo. C. CHANDOS wh'adorn'd the Princely Chamber where So many Friends and Tenants welcom'd were Caus'd the Artificer on the wall to write This Sentence expos't to all mens sight So when our works are brought to end must we All sing aloud Non nobis Domine And I my Lord that for my Muse I may Favour obtain must Kyrie Elcison say T was her Ambition her Notes to sing To the Great-Grandson of the Cotswold-King XXXIII Of Faith THe Divine Mysteries as the Scripture saith Above our Reason objects are of Faith We tast the sweet without the Theory So Children suck the milk they do not see XXXV In Stapyltonum Equiâ—m Anglum Interpretem Stradae Romani ANglos Vexavit quondam male Stapyltonus Et meritò nata est Anglia Roma Tibi Anglos ornavit nunc â—am bene Stapyltonus Et merito grata est Anglia Roma Tibi XXXVI To my brother D. Charlton T'other hard work have Elziâ—â—rs the Lei
gloria magna tuae Scilicet ingenii cum praesteâ— ipse vigore Obscuro lucem conciliare placet Sim vanus nisi me laudes meruisse negáro Quas tua facundè Musa benigna dedit Nec tamen immeritas aspernor non mihi â—ale Ingenium nec ita est cornea fibra mihi En â—â—bi Doctoâ—um Elogia at ne sâ—erne virorum Do Tibi par nullum scribiter Elogium XXIX Mens regnum bona possidet c. Sen. RIches exalt not men on high Noâ— costly clothes of Tyrian dy Nor Court noâ— Crown nor other thing Is the mark proper of a King He that from all base fears hath rest That banishes vice from his breast Whom no Ambition doth move Nor the unconstant peoples lâ—ve Whose Mind 's his best Dominion Free from unruly passion He 's truly King Thus if you live A Kingdom to your self you give XXX Answer to one that asked why he lov'd a Gentlewoman not extreme handsome THe Reason Sir is if you would needs know That which the Poet hath expressed so There 's no such thing as that we beauty call It is meer cousenage all For though some long ago Lik'd certain colours mingled so and so That doth not ty me now from choosing new If I a fansie take To black and blew That fansie doth it Beauty make XXXI His Love HOw can I chuse but place my high-born Love Where I these Graces find come from above Humble in Heart in minde discerning chast And temperate in Body without vast Unlimited Desires whose passions all At their Queen Reasons voice both rise and fall Couâ—teous in speech and gesture of a Face Which Modesty and Mildness sweetly grace Ears undâ—fil'd Restâ—ained Eyes a Tongue Well govern'd â—eady to defend not wrong To God devâ—ut a Friend unfeigned prone To give and forgive Good to all Best to One. These beauties â—nvy can't see can 't approve I see and seeing cannot chuse but love XXXII At the Funeral of his School-fellow C. M. COme Scholars I invite you all Unto your Fellows Funeral Not to afflict your selves and grâ—eve But take a lesson how to live Of the Dead learn Humility Obedience love modesty Learn what to Scholars learning gains Assiduous Industry and pains Learn above all to think upon How soon a mortal life is gone And seeing this life is perplext Esteem him blest whose turn is next Whilst we with toil do con our parts He 's rais'd above all humane Arts Hee needs no more Tuition For lecture he hath Vision XXXIII Another ANd shall we never meet again no way Neither aâ— Scâ—ooâ— nor Field at Books nor play Is death so envious to our harmless Age To calâ—â—â— thus untimely off the stage Or is' t not envie but more pity ' cause Such Tâ—agedies are acted here the Laws And Learning silenc'd by the Drum 'T is so I see what 's best come all away let 's go Let 's leave this evill world while we are Young Untainâ—ed by this Generation XXXIV Vpâ—n the Death of his Brother C. M. to his Vncle R M. I Have heard that Man himself is only spirit And doth no dy but only goes to inherit A better â—ife that he â—s then set free And rescuâ—d from the Bodies Custodie If this be all the hurt that Death can do us Why should we fear our Deâ—th when it comes to us Or grieve our Friend-departure T is no crosâ— Unless we think our Friends gain is our loss â—et am not I so wife to moderate The sorrow for my Brothers eaâ—ly fate On such Considerations If I stâ—y The Cuâ—rent of my Teaâ—â— I must needs say 'T is through a childish in adveâ—tency And waâ—t of wâ—t sadly to weigh what I Have lost in such a Brother how I am Half dead at least in him Brother 's a name More near than Friend and Friends are stil'd the same This would pierce deâ—p did I not find in you Brother and Uncle yea and Father too XXXV Epitaphium Magistri T. Reading Qui potuit felâ—ce Scholam formare Minerva Cujus ab oâ—e â—ios pulpita docta sonoâ— â—ui mores simul Jugenium praeclara dedere Noâ—ina Quem vivum toâ— coluere â—oni 〈◊〉 Eâ—â—â—viae hic compostae pace quieâ—â—unt Ipse sed est coelo redditus ante sue XXXVI An Epitaph upon Mr. Jo. Thomas VAin Mortall bid conceits Adâ—eu Happinesse lost was never true Art thou â—orn in noble place â—â— thy ' Education like thy Race Hast thou of Land and Wealth such store That thou wouldst desire no more Hast thou a wise vertuous and fair Ready to blesse thee with an heiâ— Hast thou Honor Hast thâ—u Friends Hast thou all that Fortune lends Pride not thy self Loe here lyes One Who had all these and He is gone XXXVII Upon the same RUde Death was 't fit that thy pale hand should light Upon that Face and in eternall night Close up those eyes Hâ—dst thou but a while stood And vâ—ew'd him first his youth his beauty his good Graces and vertues Thâ—se might mitigate If ought could move inexorable Faâ—e But thou greedy of a rich prize in hast Our Friend in thy cold killing arms embrac't Keep what thou canst of him but know thou must Be accountabâ—e for that precious Dust XXXVIII Vpon the Death of Mris. Dorothy Thomas A Divine Gift is exprest in her Naâ—e And in heâ— lâ—fe and death she was the same A divine Gift she was first in her Birth Blessing her parents and adorning eâ—rth A divine Gift â—nto her Husband dear When Marriage made them a most happy pair A divine Gift in Death where in She is Returned unto everlasting Bliss Her Name she doth in life and death maintaine Fiâ—st Giv'n by God then Giv'n to God againe XXXIX Upon her Dying few dayes after her Husband Great with Child WAs not the noble Husband sacrifice Suffiâ—ient to please the angry eyes Of cruel Destiny but the wifâ— too So vertuous so yong so fair so true Must with him to the Grave Were not they twain Enough for Death but they must dye again In their yong child and that i' th' veâ—y womb Taking the Mothers body for hâ—s Tomb. Aâ— Death thrice cruel Death Can we That could not beare one bâ—ow bear three XL. Upon my La. C. and her sisters comming into the Country in a very rainy ' Day WHy doe the Heav'ns thus melt in streams to day At the approach of Vertuous Ladies say 'T is not for soâ—row at so fair a sight They 'r tears of â—oy â—hat thus ecclâ—pse the light And see the Fit being past the Heav'ns look cleer Opening their flaming eye to see them here Here may they passe time with content and stay Lest Heav'n weep sadly when They goe away XLI Pro Schola reparata Ad Maecenates EIoquar at tenerae vix est audacia linguae Eloquar liceat cuilibet esse pâ—o Me pietas gratum esse jubet nam me quoque tangit Ornatae vestro munere cura Scholae Quas possum
Den Printers finisht De â—ithâ—ali Or have they faild Then let the books disease Frequent with writers on the Printers ceaze What to the pious Father Death did give Will make the Son amongst bâ—st Authors live XXXVII Eidem Domino Gualt Charltono M. R. CHarltonus is qui Helmontium pridem dedit Nuperque nobis reddidu Helmoâ—tium Hunc pulâ—â—ris miranda Sympathetâ—â—i Hunc eruditis exprimentem pagâ—â—s Medentium de Fluxibus Lapsus graâ—es Iam nunc Suum de Lapide secreto librum Donâ—ssâ— luce publicum gaudet Borum O Autor annumerande Chaâ—ltonis â—uâ—s O abditâ praclarcor Gemmâ â—â—ber Et Vivat Autor et liber Vâ—â—at diu XXXVIII To Mr. Edmund Bower SO many Friends nam'd yet not til this hower One verse bestow'd upon my honourd Boner Sir I am glad you again feed the Oxe And ventur'd not upon the Irish rocks No Ground for yâ—u though the beyond-sea sun Shine clear can be so fit as Alverton Long live there you 'r a Man the Scriptures bless A faithfull Trusteâ— for the Fatherless XXXVIII To the worthy Persons mention'd in these papers AN antient writer flatterd himself that He Should give his Friends an Immortality Whom in his Books he mention'd Be it farr From me to glory thus Your Good Names are Immortal of themselves If my Muse live Your Names her life and estimation give XXXIX Mro Ric. Hillo T. B. SEntentias qui veterum bene memor tenes â—â—qus Cor aâ—cem nulla nunc possunt mala Penetrare â—â—â—ctas sed manes recti tenax Si quando samis Hilaritatis poculum Admitte quaeso Musas in Coetum ut soles Has sobrtas in â—â—am et siccas Musas meas Sic Hilariores floreant Musae Tuae XL. To Mr. Edmund Waller A Wit and Poet'â— no reproach To you Both Titles if no anâ— One are due Your Nâ—me shall be enrolled Sir among Best English Poets who write smooth and strong I know a man had rather with your wit Be th' happy Author of a Poâ—m yet He studied â—ong by the fair stream of Ouse Than be some potent Prince or One o th' House XLI A physic Note A Son of Galen's in a Physic book Bids the physician for a Med'cin look In the next hedge to 's patunt Ready ease Nature provides for every climes disease If sâ— our Hawling-Men when sick may see In â—nula campane theâ—r Remedy Here 's enough of it which doth uselessly For They 'r sâ—arce sick til by mere Age they dy XLII To Mr I. C. physician When once I walkt with you thorugh Gloster street Some of the poorer sort we chanc'd to meet My life you sav'd Good Master Comberline God bless you said another You sav'd mine If we did know all your poor patients names How should we magnity your Goodness James The Rich from you have dear Health cheaply bought The Poor have skil and Medicin too for nought XLIII To D. Merret MY Garden Sir is yet or'e-spred with weeds Please you to send me some of your rare seeds I shal prepare the Ground But send in time And of such Planâ—s as love a colder clime That I may know the plant not seed alone Pâ—â—y send me Spigels Introduction T wil be Entertainment for a Friend to tell In what Disease my Herbs will make him well And walking by the banks to describe what They are One's good for this T'other for that At last I 'le add when the best Herbs I show Al these I to my Merrets bount owe Merret who runs the names and vertues o're Of these plants yes aâ—d of a thousand more And can declare which what disease wil cure At the first sight even by the Signature XLIV To M Alex. Weld When you were in our Country last Rent-day You pleasd to say Sometime you 'd take your way By my House Pray Sir when you come down next Perform and make your promise true as Text. Though my Avaro's pay not well their Dues You shall be fâ—asted by my bounteous Muse And what you find deficient among The frâ—gal Dishes shee'â— supply with song That you may say when you retuâ—n at ware Though not your palate I did feast your Eare. XLV To Mr F. B. FUâ—co I know albeit you 'r wise and Grave You so much of your old Humanity have To let me tell you of the time when You And wâ—ll and Robin and I and 'tother Crew Oâ— fellowes bony fire-nightâ— past i th' Hall They from our now-strong-garrison'd City call Oft have we discours'd 'ore â— Zegedine Of Dâ—â—ble and now and then a pot of wine Oft have we made a â—unto o're the Can Offending nor the State nor Priscian For in our Mitth we ever careful were To please th' Historicall Prelector Whear Now wee ' r disperst and perhaps grown more wise Yet our old merâ—y Meetings recognize Our present Graviâ—y will not go less Though we our youthly vanity confess The Enemy can find nought if he will Search for 't but what he may preach at Corn hill XLVI Upon Lent OUr Country folk are very retinent Of some old Customs yet wil not keep Lent Upon Shrove-Tuesday they do feast and play But on Ash-wednesday they 'l not fast and pray So prone we are our wanton flesh to please But care not much to cure the Souls disease XLVII To Mr W. T. NOli timere familiam pascet tuam Nolo timere familiam pascet meam Wil. you did say There is no hurt i th' rest But of my versâ—s these two are the best If Grotius whose verses finely go Were ' live again to write he would write so O say not Gâ—otius would write like me 'T is too much praise to write two lines as HE. XLVIII To the same A Sermon Note WIll I remember eight years now are past Preaching at Hereford great Church at last You did inferr by way of Application Out of judicious Hooker this Citation The time will come a word with Meekness fit Shall be preferr'd to a volum of sharp wit For th' use of all the Brethren of our Coat I have revived here this good old Note XLIX To the Critics I Am not as the Lord Mountaigny He In whose Essayes so large Impressions be Of his peculiar disposition Yet have I giv'n my poor Muse a Commission To tell some private â—ales and made no doubt To put my own Pedantic humors out Kind Readers think not mine the dullest Pen That writes if they meet one good Verse in ten Ye sons of Priscian pray with favour read Lest my bold Scholars break your Father's Head L. An excuse OFten I ride o're Englands coldest Hill And meet with many a blast enough to chill A stronger Muse nevertheless my dame Keeps company and remains still the same She shorts my way and when no other 's lent Her own self is sufficient Argument Now shee 'd excuse some Verses hard pac'd are Because made on my poor old trotting Mare LI. Herbert and Crashaw WHen into Herbert's Temple I ascend By