is lost but only sence And that you â—d swear remains and say to see The Elm in his Embraces hugg'd that he VVilling to keep what he had gain'd at last For fear she should escape holds her so fast FINIS Forsaken LYDIA Out of the Italian of Cavalier Marino IN Thunder now the hollow Cannon roar'd To call the farre-fam'd Warriours aboard Who that great feud enkindled 'twixt the French And German with their bloud attempt to quench Now in the open Sea they proudly ride And the soft Chrystall with rude Oares divide Perfidious Armillus at once tore His Heart from Lydia Anchor from the shore â—T was Night and Aged Proteus had driv'n home His numerous Heard fleec't with the Seas white fome The Winds were laid to rest the fishes slept The wearied world a generall silence kept No noise save from the Surges hollow caves Or liquid silver of the justling waves Whilst the bright Lanthorns shot such trembling light As dazled all the twinkling eyes of Night The faire Inamorata who from farre Had spy'd the Ship which her hearts treasure bare Put off from Land and now quite disembay'd Her Cables coiled and her Anchors weigh'd Whilst gentle gales her swelling sailes did court To turn in scorn her Poop upon the Port With frantick speed from the detested Town To the deserted shore comes hurrying down As the Idaean Shepheard stood amaz'd Whilst on the sacred Ravisher he gaz'd Who snatch'd the beauteous Trojan youth away And wafted through the yeelding Clouds his prey Or as that Artist whose bold hand durst shape Wings to his shoulders desperately to scape A loathed servitude through untrac'd skies Creets King pursu'd with fierce yet wondring Eyes The flying Navy Lydâ—a so beheld Her Eyes with Teares her Heart with Passion swell'd In sighs to these she gave continuall vent And those in brinish streames profusely spent But tears and sighs alas bestowes in vain Borne by the sportive Wind to the deaf Main The Main who griefe inexorably mocks As she her self is scorn'd by steady Rocks O what a black Eclipse did straight disguise In Clouds the Sunshine of her lovely Eyes She tore her Cheeks Hair Garments and imprest Marks of his falshood on her guiltlesse breast She cals on her disloyall Lovers Name And sends such sad loud Accents to reclame The Fugitive as if at every cry Her weary soul forth with her voice would fly Whither ah Cruell There full grief represt Her Tongue and taught her Eyes to weep the rest Whither ah Cruell from the hollow side Of the next Rock the Vocall Nymph replied In Tears and Sighs the Water and the Aire Contend which in her sorrowes most shall share And the sad Sea hoarse with incessant grones Wakens her faint grief and supplyes her mones Oh stop kind Zephyre buâ— one minutes space She cries the swelling Sailes impetuous race That my expiring groanes may reach the eare Of him who flyes from her he will not heare Perhaps though whilst alive I cannot please My dying Cryes his Anger may appease And my last Fall Trophey of his Disdain May yeeld delight and his lost Love regain Receive my heart in this extreme farewell Thou in whom Cruelty and Beauty dwell With Thee it fled but what alas for me Is it to lose my Heart who have lost Thee Thou art my better selfe Thou of my heart The soul more than the soul that moves it art And if thou sentence me to suffer death My Life to Thee let me resign my breath Alas I doe not aske to live content That were a blessing me Fate never meant All that my wishes aâ—me at is that I And that 's but a poore wish Content may dye And if my heart by Thee already slain Some reliques yet of a loath'd life retain Oh let them by thy pitty find release And in thy Armes breath forth their last in Peace No greater happinesse than Death I crave So in thy dearest sight I death may have And if thy hand arm'd with relentlesse Pride Shall the small thread of my poor Life divide What Pleasure than that Sorrow would be higher VVhen I in Paradice at least expire And so at once the different Arrowes prove Of Death from thy hand from thy Eyes of Love Ah! if so pleas'd thou art with Wars alarmes If that be it that cals thee from my Armes If thou aspiâ—'st by some advent'rous toiles To raise proud Trophyes deckt with glorious spoiles Why fondly dost thou seek for these elsewhere Why leav'â—t thou me a pris'ner to despair Turn nor thy willing Captive thus forsake And thou shalt all my Victories partake Though I to thy dear Eyes a Captive be Thousands of Lovers are no lesse to me Unhappy who contend and sue for sight Of that which thou unkindly thus dost slight Is 't not a high attempt that can comprize Within one Act so many Victories To triumph over Triumphs and subdue At once the Victor and the Vanquish'd too But if to stay with me thou dost refuse And the rude Company of Souldiers choose Yet give me leave to goe along with Thee And in the Army thy Attendant be Love though a child and blind the Wars hath known Can handle Armes and buckle Armour on And thou shalt see my courage will disdain Save of thy Death all fear to entertain I will securely 'midst the arm'd Troops run Venus hath been Mars ' his Companion And though the heart in thy obdurate Breast Be with an Adamantine Corslet drest Yet I in stead to guard thee from all harm With my own hands will thy fair body arm And the Reward Love did from me detain In peace in War shall by this service gain And if it fortune that thou undergoe Some dangerous hurt by the prevailing Foe I sadly by thy side will sit to keep Thee company and as thou groan'st will weep My Sorrow with thy Anguish shall comply I will thy Bloud and thou my Tears shalt dry Thus by an equall sympathy of pure Affections we each others wounds will cure Perhaps when he this sweet effect of Love Shall see the happy President may move The stubborn Enemy more mild to grow And to so soft a yoak his stiffe neck bow Who by himself gladly betraid to thine Shall willingly his own Command resigne So by a way of Conquest strangely new Thou shalt at once Love Armes and Soules subdue Ah most unhappy he to these sad cries Inexorable his deafe eare denies And far more cruell than the rough Seas are Laughs at my sighs and slights my juster Prayer See whilst ' thou spreadst thy sailes to catch the Wind What a sad Object thou hast left behind Of War alas why dost thou goe in quest Thou leav'st a fiercer War within my Breast Thou fly'st thy Country and more happy state To seek in some strange Land a stranger Fate And under forraign Climes and unknown Stars T' encounter hazards of destructive Wars Eager to thrust thy self lavish of breath Upon Disasters Dangers
but Diana kind Daphnis Oh say not so lest her excited Rage Thee in unextricable Snares ingage Shepheardess Do what she can find we Diana's Grace Hold off your hands or else I 'l scratch your Face Daphnis Love which no Maid e'r did thou must not fly Shepheardess By Paâ— I will why dost thou press so nigh Daphnis I fear he 'l make thee stoop to thy first Love Shepheardess Though woo'd by many none I did approve Daphnis Amongst those many here behold I sue Shepheardess Why my kind Friend what would'st thou have me do The married Life with troubles is repleat Daphnis No Cares Joys only Marriage doth beget Shepheardess They say Wives of their Husbands live in fear Daphnis Of whom do Women rather domineer Shepheardess But thought of Child-bed Pains makes me afraid Daphnis Diana whom thou serv'st will be thy Aid Shepheardess But bearing Children will my Beauty wrong Daphnis In Children thou wilt see thy self still young Shepheardess What Dowry wilt thou give if I consent Daphnis My Flocks my Groves my Fields be thou content Shepheardess Swear that when married thou wilt ne'r forsake me Daphnis By Pan I will not so thou please to take me Shepheardess Thou 'lt give me Beds and House and Sheep to breed Daphnis Both House and Beds and the fair Flocks I feed Shepheardess What shall I to my aged Father say Daphnis He when he hears my Name will soon give way Shepheardess How art thou call'd for Names do often please Daphnis Daphnis my Name my Father 's Lycides My Mother 's Nomaea Shepheardess Of an honest Line Thou com'st nor we of no more mean than thine Daphnis Yet not so great to make your Pride aspire For as I tak 't Menalcas is your Sire Shepheardess Shew me your Stalls and Groves Daphnis Come let thine Eyes VVitness how high my Cypress Trees do rise Shepheardess Feed Goats whilst I survay the Shepheard's Bounds Daphnis Graze Bullocks whilst I shew the Nymph my Grounds Shepheardess VVhat do'st why thrust'st thy hand into my Brest Daphnis Thus thy soft swelling Bosome should be prest Shepheardess Help Pan I faint Swain take thy hand away Daphnis Fear not sweet Nymph nor tremble with dismay Shepheardess 'T will spoyle my Coat should I i' th' durt be thrown Daphnis No see on this soft hide I 'l lay thee down Shepheardess Ah Me why hast thou loosâ—d my Virgin Zone Daphnis To Venus this be an Oblation Shepheardess Heark see some body comes I hear a Noise Daphnis The Cypress Trees are whispering of our Joyes Shepheardess Th' hast torn my Cloaths and me quite naked layd Daphnis I 'l give thee better Shepheardess VVords no deeds e'r paid Daphnis Would I could send my soul into thee now Shepheardess Oh Phoebe pardon I have broke my Vow Daphnis A Calf to Love a Bull to Venus burn Shepheardess A Maid I came a Woman shall return Daphnis And be a Mother-Nurse to pretty Boyes Shepheardess Thus intertalk'd they mid'st the active Joyes Of closs Embraces when at length they rose And being up to feed her Flock she goes With blushing Face but with a lightsome Heart Whilst to his Heards he no less pleas'd doth part On the Picture of Icarus in Wax Marino VVHat once did unto thee impart The means of Death by happy Art Now thee restores to life again Yet still remember to refrain Ambitious Flights nor soar too nigh The Sun of an inflaming Eye For so thou may'st scorcht by those Beams In Ashes dye as once in Streams On a Marble Statue of Nero which falling kill'd a Child Marino THis Statue bloudy Nero does present To Tyrants a sad Document Though Marble on his Basis yet so fast He stood not but he fell at last And seems as when he liv'd as cruell still He could not fall but he must kill On Paula Mart. l. 9. Epig. 5. FAin shee 'd have Priscus and who blame her can But hee 'l not have her and who 'l blame the Man On an Ill Husband and Wife Mart. l. 8. Epigr. 34. SInce both of you so like in Manners be Thou the worst Husband and the worst Wife she I wonder you no better should agree On Candidus a rich Miser Mart. l. 3. Epig. 26. Alone thou dost enjoy a fair Estate Alone rare Myrrhme Vessels golded Plate Alone rich Wines dost drink and hast for None A Heart nor Wit but for thy self alone None shares with thee it is deny'd by no man But Candidus thou hast a Wife that 's Common On Bassus a Pittifull Poet Mart. l. 5. Epigr. 53. VVHy writ'st thou of Thyestes Colchis hate Andromache or Niobes sad Fate Deucalion Bassus better far would fit Or Phaeton believe me with thy Wit On a Boy killâ—d by the fall of an Icesicle Mart. l. 4. Epig. 18. VVHer streams from Vipsan Pipes Port Capen pow'rs And the Stones moystned are with constant show'rs A drop congeal'd to a sharp Icesicle On a Child's Throat that stood beneath it fell And when the Wretches Fate dissolv'd it had Melted away in the warm VVound it made VVhat may not cruell Fate or where will not Death find us out if VVater Throats can cut On Nestor a whisperer Mart. l. 3. Epig. 28. THou wonder'st Marius Ears should smell so Ill They may thank thee thou whisper'st in 'em still On Martinia an old old leacherous Mart. l. 3. Epigr. 32. VVHat canst thou not with an old VVoman bed Thou criest yes but thou art not old but dead VVe could with Hecuba or Niobe Make shift but then Martinia it must be Before the one Into a Bitch be turn'd t'other to Stone On Philomuse a needy Newesmonger Mart. l. 9. Epig. 35. TO gain a Supper thy shift Philomuse Is to vent lies instead of Truths for News Thou knowst what Pacorâ—s intends to do Can'st count the German Troops and Sarmats too The Dacian General's Mandates dost profess To know and Victories before the Express How oft it rains in Aegypt thou as well And Number of the Lybian Fleet canst tell VVhom Victor in the next Quinquatrian Games Caesar will crown thy knowing Tongue proclames Come leave these shifts thou this Night Philomuse Shalt sup with Me but not a word of News On Aulus a Poet-Hater Mart. l. 8. Epig. 63. AUlus Loves Thestius him Alexis fires Perhaps he too our Hyaciâ—â—h desires Go now and doubt if Poets he approves When the Delights of Poets Aulus Loves On Lentinus being troubled with an Ague Mart. l. 12. Epig. 17. LEntinus thou dost nought but fume and fret To think thy Ague will not leave thee yet Why it goes with thee bathes as thou dost do Eats Mushromes Oysters Sweet-breads wild Boar too Oft drunk by thee with Falern Wine is made Nor Caecub drinks unless with snow allay'd Tumbles in Roses dawb'd with unctuous sweets Sleeps upon Down between pure Cambrick sheets And when thus well it fares with thee wouldst thou Have it to go unto poor Damma now To Priscus Mart. l. 8. Epigr. 11. VVHy a rich Wife
gone Exit Enter Pittacus I 'm Pittacus who once this Maxime penn'd {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} That 's Time apprehend But by Time we meant Time in Season as In tempore veni is your Roman Phrase And your own Comick Poet Terence he Chief of all things makes opportunity Where Dromo comes unto Antiphila I'th'nick of Time consider what I say And mark how many Inconvenience Sustain for want of this sole Providence But now 't is more than Time we should be gone Farewell and give your Approbation Exit Enter Periander NOw on the Stage see Periander move He who once said and what he said will prove {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Thought is all in all Since him a perfect Agent we may call Who first considers what he undergoes For we should still forecast as Terence shows Th' Event of Business whether good or bad E'r w'undertake it where may best be had Conveniency for Planting where to build When to wage War and where to pitch a Field Nor unconsiderately take in hand Or great or small Things for that makes a stand In the free Progress of all new designs In which there 's nothing Policy injoyns Like Consultation hence it is that they Who use it not Chance does not Counsell sway But I retire whilst you with better Fate Imploy your Thoughts how to uphold your State The Sentences of those seven Sages comprehended in as many Septenaries Bias Prieneus VVHat 's Man's chief good a Mind that right doth know What 's his chief Ill Man his own greatest Foe Who 's rich he who 's contented Who poor He Who Covets A Wives best Dowr Chastity What VVoman's chaste whom Fame dares not belie VVho 's the VVise man who can but doth no Ill. The Fool He who cannot yet hath the VVill Pittacus Mitylenaeus NOne knows to speak who knows not to refrain 'Fore many bad one good Man's Praise retain He 's mad who envies others happiness So 's he who joys in other Mens distress The Laws thou dost impose thy self obey VVhen Times are prosperous store of Friends provide VVhen they are bad but in a few confide Cleobulus Lindius THe more thou canst ' less wish to do The spite Of Fortune oft doth on the guiltless light None long is happy in Impiety In others much nought in thy self pass by The good Man's Friend is still the bad Man's Foe Our Father's merits want of their due Fame And oft our Childrens Portion is but shame Beriander Corinthius DEcent and Profitable ne'r dissent The happier Man still the more Provident 'T is ill to wish 't is worse to fear Death we Should make a Virtue of Necessity He who is fear'd by many many feares VVhen Fortune's kind dread thy advanced height And scorn to sink yet when she shows her spight Solon Atheniensis LIfe then is happy when 't is consummate VVed with thy like Disparity breeds hate Confer not Honours casually A friend Convince in private publikely commend 'T is more to be than be made Noble far If Fates decrees are sure in vain We fly them If they are not in vain We fear to try them Chilo Lacedaemonius FEard by Inferious nor by betters scorn'd Let me not live Oft of thy Death be warn'd And Health Misfortunes by thy own defeat Or friends Advice The good thou dost forget But that which thou receiv'st remember still Age that resembles Youth doth gratefull come Youth that resembles Age is burdensome Thales Milesius ABout to sin thy self though none else fear Life dies the glory of a good Death ne'r What thou intend'st to do forbear to tell To fear what thou canst not o'rcome's a Hell A just Reproof does good though from a Foe But a false Praise does harm though from a Friend Nilnimium satis est bids us here end Amphion or a City well ordered Casimer FOrraign Customes from your Land Thebans by fair Laws command And your good old Rites make known Unto your own Piety your Temples grace Justice in your Courts have Place Truth Peace Love in every Street Each other meet Banish Vice Walls guard not Crimes Vengeance o'r tall Bulwarks climbs O'reach Sin A Nemesis Still waking is Truth resembling craft Profane Thirst of Empire and of Gain Luxury and idle â—ase Banish all these Private Parsimony fill The Publike Purse Arms only Steel Know and no more Valour fights cold In plunder'd Gold VVar or Peace do you approve VVith united Forces move Courts which many Collumes rear Their falls less fear Safer Course those Pilots run VVho observe more Stars than One Ships with double Anchors ty'd Securer ride Strength united firm doth stand Knit in an eternall Band But proud Subjects private hate Ruins a State This as good Amphion sings To his Harps well-tuned strings It 's swift Streams clear Dirce stopt Cytheron hopt Stones did leap about the Plains Rocks did skip to hear his Strains And the Groves the Hills did crown Came dancing down VVhen he ceas'd the Rocks and VVood Like a VVall about him stood VVherce fair Thebes which seven Gates close Of Brass arose Vertue improv'd by suffering 'T Is but the Body that blind Fortunes spight Can chain to Earth the nobler Soul doth slight Her servill Bonds and takes to Heaven her flight So through dark clouds Heaven lightens whilst the shade â—s as a foyl to its bright splendour made And Stars with greater Lustre Night invade So sparkle Flints when strook so Metals find Hardness from hammering and the closer bind So Flames increase the more supprest by VVind And as the Grindstone to unpolis'd Steel Gives Edge and Lustre so my Mind I feel VVhetted and glaz'd by Fortunes turning VVheel To Mr Stanley on his unimitable Poems THe Stagirite who Poesie defines An Imitation had he read thy Lines And thy rich Fancy known he would have then Recall'd the learned Error of his Pen And have confest in his convicted State Nought those could equall this would imitate VVhich from no forraign Supplement doth spring Nor any Stand but its own Height take VVing And but that We should seem so to misprise The Influence of Chariessa's Eyes VVe should not think Love did these Flames inspire Rather that thou taught'st Love this noble Fire And by a generous VVay thy hopes t' improve Shew'dst her before thou didst how thou could'st love And the old common Method didst invert First made her Mistris of thy Brain then Heart Some Phant'sies growth may from their Subjects take Thine doth not Subjects find but subjects make VVhose numerous strains we vainly strive to praise ' Less We could ours high as thy Phant'sie raise Large Praise we might give some with small Expence Of Wit cry Excellent how praise Excellence The Painters Fate is ours his hand may grace Or take a bad scarse hit a beauteous Face Nor can our Art a sitting value sit Upon thy noble Courtesie of Wit Which to so many Toungs doth lend that store Of pleasing sweetnes which they lack'd
Ne'r more to see them less to â—aze them quite Ah 't is too true nor 's that sufficient Unless her Tongue to her hard heart consent And 'gainst her faithfull Love with cruell Breath Pronounce the rigid sentence of his Death What said he not his Passion to excuse What flourishes us'd not his willing Muse To prove his Love of which the noble ground Was her Perfections could no Crime be found If neither Reasons self nor Justice ought Those for which Heaven is lov'd as Crimes be thought That the Worlds Soveraign Planet which the Earth And Mortals Fates does govern from their Birth By firm Decrees inrolled in the Skies Had destin'd him a Servant to her Eyes And could his Will be lead another way Yet being forc'd he could not disobey So that his Soul in this her Captiv'd state Did only yeeld to her impulsive Fate Not that said he he murmur'd at his Chains But pleas'd sat down and blest his rigorous Pains Not but his Yoak so willingly he bare That Liberty a greater Bondage were Not but in spight of his malicious fate In crossing all his Joys so obstinate He should unforc'd ev'n to the Grave affect That Beauty which his Love did so neglect Yet these his Reasons so well urg'd so fair With her that will hear none no Reasons are They more incense her yet for fear she might Be softned she betook her self to flight Such were the winning Graces of his Tongue Proving his Love did not her Beauty wrong How oft since that by all fair means he tri'd Whil'st he the Gods with Sacrifices ply'd To bring the humorous Nymph unto his Bent And make her too obdurate Heart relent His Passions Sighs and Tears were ready still As the officious Agents of his Will To work her to a sense of his hard State But ' lass his hopes grew still more desperate Nay ev'n his voice of so divine a strain So moving mov'd in her nought but disdain Six years he liv'd perplex'd in this distress Without the least Apparence of success When he by chance as she a Stag pursu'd Encounter'd her who e'r the Queen hath view'd Of Wood-Nymphs Cynthia a hunting goe After the Bore arm'd with her shafts and Bow May then imagine the diviner Grace The Looks the Habit Stature and the Pace Of beautious Sylvia as she tripping came Into the VVoods pursuing of her Game Soon as poor Lyrian half dead with Love Had spy'd her in that solitary Grove For whom his wounded heart so long had bled He with these words pursues her as she fled Art thou resolv'd then Sylvia 'gainst my Cries Thine Ears to close and 'gainst my Verse thine Eyes That Verse which Fame unto thy Life does give And must I dâ—â— 'cause I have made thee live Eternally Seven years expired be Since I 've been tortur'd by thy Cruelty And dost thou think that little strength supplies My heart for everlasting Torments will suffice Shall I for ever only see thee stray Mongst these wild VVoods more senseless yet than they Alas how weak I 'm grown with Grief I feel My feeble Legs beneath their Burden reel O stay I faint nor longer can pursue Stay and since Sense thou lack'st want Motion too Stay if for nothing else to see me dye At least vouchsafe stern Nymph to tell me why Thou cam'st into this Dark and Gloomy Place VVhere Heaven with all its Eyes can never trace Or find thee out VVas 't thy Intent the Light Of thy fair Stars thus to obscure in Night Or seek'st thou these cool shades the Ice and Snow That 's 'bout thy Heart to keep unmelted so In vain Coy Nymph thou Light and Heat dost shun VVho e'r knew cold or shade attend the Sun Ah Cruell Nymph the Rage dost thou not fear Of those wild Beasts that in these VVoods appear No no thou art secure and mayst out-vy Both them and all the VVorld for Cruelty Oh thou that gloriest in a heart of stone VVilt thou not stay yet seest as if my Moan They pittied each rough Bramble 'bout thy foot Does cling and seems t' arrest thee at my Sute Ye Gods what VVonders do you here disclose The Bramble hath more sweetness than the Rose But whether fly these idle VVords in vain Poore miserable VVretch thou dost complain After so many Ills of which I bear The sadder Marks yet in my heart Now hear Ye Gods at last and by a welcome Death A period put unto my wretcheâ— Breath Ah me I saint my spirits quite decay And yet I cannot move her heart to stay Ye hellish Deeps black Gulpâ—s where Horror lies Open and place your selves before her Eyes Had I Hippomenes bright Fruit which stay'd The swifter speed of the Schenaeian Maid They would not profit me the VVorlds round Ball Could not my cruell Fugitive Recall She is all Rock and I who am all fire Pursue her Night and Day with vain desire O Nature is it not a Prodigie To find a Rock than fire more light to be But I mistake for if a Rock she were Shee 'd answer me again as these do here Thus tyr'd with running and o'rcome with VVoe To see his Mistris should out-strip him so Poor Lyrian yeelds himself as sorrows Prize His Constancy and amorous Fervor dies Bloudy dispair entring his captiv'd Soul Does like a Tyrant all his Powers controul Then in the height of VVoe to his Relief He cals the Gods yet in the mid'st of Grief All fair Respect does still to Sylvia give To shew that ev'n in Death his Love should live He who for Daphne like Regret did prove And the horn'd God who breathless thought his Love The fair-hair'd Syrinx in his Arms he clasp'd And slender Reeds for her lov'd Body grasp'd So far remembring their like amorous Fate His unjust sufferings commiserate That both straight swore in Passion and disdain To punish the proud Author of his Pain Their powerfull Threats alike effect pursues See I that proud Beanty a Trees shape endues Each of her Hairs does sprout into a Bough And she that was a Nymph an Elm is now VVhilst thus transform'd her feet to Roots spred stuck Fast in the ground she was at last o'rtook By panting Lyrian happy yet to see Her he so priz'd within his Power to be Ye Gods then saies he who by this sad Test Have 'fore mine Eyes Natures great Power exprest Grant that to this fair Trunk which Love ne'r knew My heart may yet a Love eternall shew This having said unto the yet warm Bole He clings whilst a new Form invests his Soul VVinding in thousand twines about it whence Hee 's call'd of Love the perfect Symbole since In brief this faithfull Lover now is found An Ivy Stock which creeping from the ground About the loved stem still climbing is As if he sought her Mouth to steal a Kisâ— Each leafe's a heart whose colour does imply His wish obtain'd Loves Perpetuity VVhich still his strict Embraces evidence For all of him
their severall Powers in us Love made me Marble Nature thee To express Constancy and Cruelty Now both of us shall Monuments remain I of firm Faith thou of Disdain Love once Love ever SHall I hopeless then pursue A fair shadow that still flies me Shall I still adore and wooe A proud Heart that does despise me I a constant Love may so But alas a fruitless shew Shall I by the erring Light Of two crosser Stars still sail That do shine but shine in spight Not to guide but make me fail I a wandring Course may steer But the Harbour ne'r come near Whilst these Thoughts my Soul possess Reason Passion would o'rsway Bidding me my Flames suppress Or divert some other way But what Reason would pursue That my Heart runs counter to So a Pilot bent to make Search for some unfound out Land Does with him the Magnet take Sailing to the unknown Strand But that steer which way he will To the loved North points still The Pendants THose Aspes of Gold with Gems that shine And in Enammel'd Curles do twine Why Chloris in each Ear Dost thou for Pendants wear I now the hidden meaning guess Those Mystick signs express The stings thine Eyes do dart Killing as Snakes into my Heart And shew that to my Prayers Thine Ears are deaf as theirs The sweet Meat Thou gav'st me late to eat A sweet without but within bitter Meat As if thou would'st have said Here taste in this What Caelia is But if there ought to be A likeness deerest 'twixt thy gift and thee VVhy first what 's sweet in thee should I not taste The bitter last Violets in Thaumantia's Bosome TVVice happy Violets that first had Birth In the warm Spring when no frosts nip the Earth Thrice happy now since you transplanted are Unto the sweeter Bosome of my Fair And yet poor Flowers I pitty your hard Fate You have but chang'd not better'd your Estate What boots it you t' have scap'd cold Winters breath To find like me by Flames a sudden death The Dream FAir shadow faithless as my Sun Of peace she robs my Mind And to my Sense which rest doth shun Thou art no less unkind She my Address disdainfull â—lies And thou like her art fleet The reall Beauty she denies And thoâ— the Counterfeit To cross my innocent desires And make my Griefs extreme A Cruell Mistris thus conspires With a delusive Dream An old Shepheard to a young Nymph SCorn me not Fair because you see My Hairs are white what if they be Think not 'cause in your Cheeks appear Fresh springs of Roses all the year And mine like Winter wan and old My Love like Winter should be cold See in the Garland which you wear How the sweet blushing Roses there With pale-hu'd Lillies do combine Be taught by them so let us joyn Beauty encreased by Pity 'T Is true thy Beauty which before Did dazle each bold gazers Eye And forc'd even Rebell-Hearts t' adore Or from its conquering splendour fly Now shines with new encrease of Light Like Cynthia at her full more bright Yet though thou glory in th' Increase Of so much Beauty deerest Fair They err who think this great Access Of which all Eyes th' Admirers are Or Art or Nature's gift should be Learn then the hidden Cause from Me Pitty in thee in me desire First bred before I durst but aime At fair Respect now that close fire Thy Love hath fann'd into a flame Which mounting to its proper Place Shines like a Glory 'bout thy Face Weeping and Kissing A Kiss I begg'd but smiling Shee Deny'd it Me When strait her Cheeks with tears o'rflown Now kinder grown What smiling shee 'd not let me have She weeping gave Then you whom scornfull Beauties aw Hope yet Relief For Love who Tears from Smiles can draw Pleasure from Grief The Dilemma AS poor Strephon whom hard Fate Slave to Chloris Eyes decreed By his cruell fair one sate Whilst his fat Flocks graz'd along To the Musick of his Reed This was the sad Shepheards Song From those tempting Lips if I May not steal a Kiss my Dear I shall longing pine and dye And a Kiss if I obtain My Heartfears thine Eyes so near By their lightning 't will be slain Thus I know not what to try This I know yet that I dye Change defended LEave Chloris leave prethee no more With want of Love or Lightness charge Me 'Cause thy Looks captiv'd me before May not anothers now enlarge me He whose misguided Zeal hath long Pay'd Homage to some Stars pale light Better enform'd may without wrong Leave that t' adore the Queen of Night Then if my Heart which long serv'd thee Will to Carâ—ntha now encline Why term'd inconstant should it be For bowing 'fore a richer shrine Censure that Lover's such whose will Inferiour Objects can entice VVho changes for the better still Makes that a Vertue you call Vice The Microcosme MAn of himself 's a little VVorld but join'd VVith VVoman VVoman for that end design'd Hear cruell fair One whilst I this rehearse He makes up then a compleat Universe Man like this sublunary VVorld is born The sport of two cross Planets Love and Scorn VVoman the other VVorld resembles well In whose Looks Heav'n is in whose Breast is Hell The Defeat GAinst Celinda's Marble Brest All his Arrows having spent And in vain each Arrow sent Impotent unarmed Love In a shady Myrtle Grove Layd him down to rest ' Soon as layd asleep he fell And a Snake in as he slept To his empty Quiver crept VVhen fair Chloris whose soft Heart Love had wounded and its smart Lovers best can tell This Advantage having spy'd Of his Quiver and his Bow Thought to rob her sleeping Foe Softly going then about To have seiz'd upon them out Strait the Snake did glide With whose Hisses frighted she Nimbly starting back again Thus did to her self complain Never cruell Archer never Full or empty does thy Quiver Want a sting for Me Amore secreto Content thy self fond Heart nor more Let thy close Flames be seen If thou with covert Zeal adore Thy Saint enshrin'd within Thou hast thy Feast as well as they That unto Love keep open Holy-day In his Religion all are free To serve him as they may In publick some and some there be Their vows in private pay Love that does to all Humours bend Admits of severall Waies unto one End Yet wilt thou not repining cease Still dost thou murmurs vent â—tubborn Rebellious Zealot peace Nor sign of Discontent So much as in one sigh afford For to the Wife in Love each sighâ—s a Word A Maid in Love with a Youth blind of one Eye THough a Sable Cloud benight One of thy fair Twins of Light Yet the other brighter seems As 't had robb'd its Brother's Beams Or both Lights to one were run Of two Stars now made one Sun Cunning Archer who knows yet But thou wink'st my Heart to hit Cloze the other too and All Thee the
God of Love will call The broken Faith LAtely by cleer Thames his side Fair Lycoris I espy'd With the Pen of her white hand These words printing on the Sand None Lycoris doth approve But Mirtillo for her Love Ah false Nymph those Words were fit In Sand only to be writ For the quickly rising Streams Of Oblivion and the Thames In a little Moments stay From the Shore wash'd clean away What thy hand had there imprest And Mirtillo from thy Brest Complaint on the Death of Sylvia to the River CLeer Brook which by thy self art chac'd And from thy self dost fly as fast Stay here a little and in Brief Hear the sad Story of my Grief Then hasting to the Sea declare Her Waves not half so bitter are Tell her how Sylvia she who late Was the sole Regent of my Fate Hath yeelded up her sweetest Breath In the best Time of Life to Death Who proud of such a Victory At once triumphs o'r Love and Me But more Alas I cannot speak Sighs so my sadder Accents break Farewell kind Floud now take thy Way And like my Thoughts still restless stray If we retarded have thy Course Hold with these Tears thy speed inforce A Shepheard inviting a Nymph to his Cottage DEer on yond' Mountain stands my humble Cot 'gainst Sun and Wind by spreading Oaks secur'd And with a Fence of Quickset round immur'd That of a Cabban make 't a shady Grot. My Garden 's there o'r which the Spring hath spread A flowry Robe where thou may'st gather Posies Of Gilliflowers Pinks Jelsomines and Roses Sweets for thy Bosome Garlands for thy Head Down from that Rocks side runs a purling Brook In whose unsullied Face Though thine needs no new Grace Thou mayst as thou think'st best compose thy Look And there thine own fair Object made Try which judg'd by the River may by said The greater Fire That which my Brest feels or thy Eyes inspire To Ligurinus Horat. Carm. l. 4. Od. 10. Paraphrasticè CRuel and fair when this soft down Thy Youths bloom shall to bristles grow And these fair Curls thy shoulders crown Shall shed or cover'd be with snow When those bright Roses that adorn Thy Cheeks shall wither quite away And in thy Glass now made Time's scorn Thou shalt thy changed Face survey Then ah then sighing thou 't deplore Thy Ill-spent Youth and wish in vain Why had I not those thoughts before Or come not my first Looks again The Penitent Murderer theocrit. Idyl 31. {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} VVHen Venus saw Adonis dead His Tresses soyl'd his Colour fled She strait her winged Loves commands To bring the cruell Boar in Bands They the Woods nimbly ranging found The pensive Beast and brought him bound This drags along the captiv'd foe That pricks him forward with his Bow With trembling steps the Boar drew nigh For he fear'd angry Venus Eye T' whom thus she spake O thou the Worst Of all wild Beasts and most accurst Was 't thou with wounding Turks didst tear This whiter Thygh thou kill my Dear To whom the Boar reply'd I swear By thy self Venus by thy Dear By these my Bonds these Hunters I Meant to thy Love no Injury But gazing on him as some fair Statue unapt the flames to bear Desire had kindled in my Brest To kiss his naked Thigh I prest And kissing kill'd him wherefore these These murd'ring Tusks doom as you please For why alas Teeth do I bear That useless and enamour'd are Or if a punishment too small You yet think that take Lips and All But Venus pittying the Beast Commands that strait he be releas'd Who to the Woods ne'r went again But liv'd as one of Venus Train And coming one Day near a Fire Quench'd there the flames of his Desire The Shepheard theocrit. Idyl 21. FAir Eunica I sweetly would have kist But was with scorn and this reproach dismist Hence what a Shepheard and yet hope from Me For such a Grace We kiss no Clowns saith she My Lips I would not with a kiss so vile As thine so much as in a Dream defile Lord how thou look'st how like a Lubber sport'st What fine discourse thou hast how sweetly court'st How soft thy Beard is and how neat thy Hair Thy Lips like sick mens blush and thy hands are White as an Ethiops fogh thou stink'st out quick Carrion be gone lest thy smell make me sick Then in her Brest thrice spitting me a skew Mumbling t' her self from Head to foot doth view Such Pride in her self-flatter'd Beauty takes Whilst in Derision Mouths at Me she makes This scorn my bloud inflam'd and red I grew With anger like a Rose new bath'd in Dew She went her way and left me vext to see I should by such a Huswife slighted be Say Shepheards am I not a handsome Lad Or hath some God transform'd and lately made M'another Man for once I 'd a good face And that as Ivy Trees my Beard did grace My Locks like Smallage 'bout my Temples twin'd And my white Front 'bove my black Eye-brows shin'd My Eyes more lovely than Minerva's were Than Curds my Lips more soft and sweeter far My Words than Honey play too would you knew 't I sweetly can on Pipe Shalm Reed and Flute There 's not a Country Lass but likes as passes And loves me too all but your City Lasses Who 'cause a Shepheard me without regard Forsooth pass by alas they never heard How Bacchus on the Plains did Oxen tend And Venus to a Shepheards Love did bend And his fat Flocks on Phrygian Mountains kept Or lov'd in Woods and for Adonis wept VVhat was Endymion but a Shepheard whom The Moon affected and from Heaven would come To lye whole Nights on Latmus with the Boy A Shepheard Rhea too was once thy Joy And oh how many scapes Jove didst thou make From Juno's Bed for a young Shepheard's sake But Eunica alone doth Swains despise And 'bove those Goddesses her self doth prize Venus no more thou with thy Love may'st keep In Town or Hill alone thou now must sleep The Pastorall Wooing Daphnis and Shepheardess theocrit. Idyl 28. Daphnis PAris the Swain away coy Helen bare And I a Swain am kiss'd by one more fair Shepheardess Brag not rude Hind Kisses are empty things Daphnis From empty Kisses yet sweet pleasure springs Shepheardess I 'l wash my mouth wipe off thy Kisses stain Daphnis Wip'st thou thy Lips then let us kiss again Shepheardess Go kiss your Cows you fit to kiss a Maid Daphnis Be not so proud your youth will quickly fade Shepheardess Grapes though they 're dry yet still are Grapes we see And Roses although wither'd Roses be Daphnis Let 's sit and talk beneath this Myrtles shade Shepheardess No your smooth Tongue me once before betraid Daphnis Beneath these Elms then sit and hear me play Shepheardess Play to your self I not your Musick weigh Daphnis Take heed lest thou the Wrath of Venus find Shepheardess Venus her worst be
Priscus I will not wed Ask'st thou I would not have my Wife my Head Husbands should have superiority So Man and Wife can only equall be On Phoebus that wore leather Caps Mart l. Epig. VVHilst thou a Kidskin Cap putt'st on To hide the Baldness of thy Crown On jested wittily who sed Phoebus that thou hadst shod thy Head On Horace a poor fellow Mart. l. 4. Epigr. 2. HOrace alone mongst all the Company In a black Gown the Plays did lately see Whilst both the Commons and the Knights of Rome Senate and Caesar all in white did come VVhen strait it snow'd apace so he the sight Beheld as well as all the rest in white On a Swallow torn in Peeces by her Fellowes Mart. l. 5. Epig. 67. WHen for their winter Homes the Swallows made One 'gainst the Custome in her old Nest staid The rest at Spring return'd the Crime perceive And the offending Bird of Life bereave Late yet she suffer'd she deserv'd before But then when she in Peeces Itys tore To Apollo pursuing Daphne Auson. THrow by thy Bow nor let thy Shafts appear She flies not thee but does thy weapons fear De Erotio Puella Mart. l. 5. Epigr. 38. SHe who than down of aged Swans more fair More soft was than Galaesian Lambkins are More beautious than those Shels Lucrinus shews Or Stones which Erythraean Waves disclose Smooth as the Elephants new polish'd Tooth VVhiter than Lillies in their Virgin Growth Or Snow new fallen the colour of whose Tresses Outvy'd the German Curles or Baetick Fleeces VVhose Breath the Pestan Rosaries excell'd The hony in Hymaettian Hives distill'd Or chaâ—ed Ambers scent with whom conferr'd The Phaenix was but thought a common Bird She she in this new Tomb yet warm doth lye VVhom the stern hand of cruell Destiny In her sixth year e'r quite expir'd snatch'd hence And with her all my best Joyes yet 'gainst all sense Paetus perswades me not to grieve for her Fye saies he whilst his hair he seems to tear Art not asham'd to mourn thus for a Slave I have a Wife laid newly in the Grave Fair rich and noble yet I live you see O what than Paetus can more hardy be No sorrow sure a heart like his can kill â—'hath gain'd * ten thousand Pounds yet he lives still On Mancinus a Prating Braggart Mart. l. 4. Epig. 61. THou mad'st thy Brags that late to thee a Friend A hundred Crowns did for a Present send â—ut four days since when with the Wits we met Thou saidst Pompilla too or I forget â—ave thee a rich Suite worth a thousand more * Scarlet of Tyre with gold embroyder'd o'r And swor'st that Madam Bassa sent thee late Two Em'rald Rings the Lady Caelia Plate And yesterday when at the Play we were At comming forth thou told'st me in my Ear There fell to thee that Morning the best part Of Fourscore Pounds per Annum next thy Heart What wrong have I thy poor Friend done thee that Thou thus shouldst torture me Leave leave this Chat For pitties sake or if thou 'lt not forbear Tell me then something that I 'd gladly hear On Picens Mart. l. 8. Epig. 62. PIcens the Backside of his Book doth fill With tedious Epigrams yet takes it ill Phoebus should shew himself his Back Friend still On Caius one of large Promises but small Performances Mart. l. 10. Epig. 16. IF not to give but say so giving be Caius for giving we will vie with thee What e'r the Spaniard in Gallician Feilds Digs up what the gold Stream of Tagus yields What the tann'd Indian dives for in the deep Or in its Nest th' Arabion Bird doth keep The wealth which Tyrian Caldrons boyl receive Bll this and more but so as thou dost give To Posthumus an Ill Liver Mart. l. 5. Epigr. 58. STill still thou cry'st to morrow I 'l live well But when will this to morrow come canst tell How far is 't hence or where is 't to be found Or upon Parthian or Armenian Ground Priams or Nostors years by this't has got I wonder for how much it might be bought Thou 'lt live to morrow 't is too late to day Hee 's wise who yesterday I liv'd can say To Thelesinus Mart. l. 3. Epigr. 40. THou think'st th' hast shewn thy self a mighty friend 'Cause at my Sute thou fifty Pounds didst lend But if thou rich for lending may'st be said So great a Friend what I who Poor repaid On Cinna a bold Suter Mart. l. 3. Epigr. 60. THou say'st 't is nothing that thou ask'st me Why If thou ask'st nothing nothing I deny The happy life To Julius Martialis Mart. l. 10. Epig. 47. THose things which make life truly blest Sweetest Martial hear exprest Wealth left and not from Labour growing A gratefull soyl a Hearth still glowing No Strife small Business Peace of Mind Quick Wit a Body well inclin'd Wise Innocence Friends of one Heart Cheap Food a Table without Art Nights which nor Cares nor Surfets know No dull yet a chaste Bedfellow Sleeps which the tedious Hours contract Be what thou mayst be nor exact Ought more nor thy last Hour of breath Fear nor with wishes hasten Death Epitaphium Glaucae Mart. l. 6. Epig. 28. HEre Meliors Freed-man known so well Who by all Rome lamented fell His dearest Patrons short-liv'd Joy Glaucias beneath this Stone doth lye Neer the Flaminian Way interr'd Chast modest whom quick Wit preferr'd And happy Forme who to twelve past Scarce one year added that his Last If Passenger thou weep'st for such a Loss Mayst thou ne'r mourn for any other Cross To Sextus Mart. l. 2. Epig. 3. YOu say y'ow nothing and 't is true you say For he ows only who hath means to pay To Maximus Mart. l. 7. Epig. 72. TH' Esquiliae a House of thine doth show Mount Aventine and the Patrician Row Hence Cybells Fane thence Vesta's thou dost view From this th' Old Jupiter from that the New Where shall I meet thee in what Quarter tell He that does every where does no where dwell To Stella Mart. l. 7. Epigr. 35. VVHen my poor Villa could not storms sustain Nor watry Jove but swam in Flouds of Rain Thou sent'st me Tyles wherewith to make a Fence 'gainst the rude Tempests sudden violence We thank thee Stella but cold Winter's near The Villa 's coverd not the Villager On Parthenopaeus Mart. l. 11. Epig. 87. THy Doctor that he may asswage the Pain Of thy sore Throat which a sharp Cough doth strain Prescribes thee Hony sweet-meats luscious Pies Or what e'r else stills fretfull Childrens cries Yet leav'st thou not thy coughing now we see 'T is no sore Throat but sweet Tooth troubles thee On Philaenus Mart. l. 11. Epigr. 102. IF how Philaenus may be stil'd A Father who ne'r got a Child thou 'd'st know Davus can tell thee it Who is a Poet and ne'r writ The Choice of his Mistris Mart. l. Epigr. I would not have a VVench with such a
renue Things spoke so long since the Comedian shall Who better than I knows them tell you all Enter Comedian A Thenian Solon Fame sings wrote at Delphis {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} whose sense Know thy self is But this for Spartan Chilons many take Whether this Chilons be some question make {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Is 't hard Wee 'l english't Th' End of a long Life regard But this say some to Craesus Solon sung From Lesbian Pittacus this Motto sprung {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} that 's Know-Time But He By {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} here means Opportunitie {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Bias did proceed From thee that is Most Men are Ill. Take heed You not mistake him for by Ill Men here He means the Ignorant the next you hear Is Periander's {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} That is Thought 's All in All a Thought-full Man But Lyndian Cleobulus does protest {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Mean in All is best Thales {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} cries Upon a Surety present Damage lies But this 'fore those who gain by it to tell May ' chance displease Now Solon comes farwell Exit Enter Solon LOe on the Roman Stage is Solon come Clad in his Graecian Ornaments To whom Fame gave the Prize of Wisdome from the rest But Fame is not of Censure the strict Test Nor first nor last I take my self to be â—or there 's no Order in Equalitie Well did the Delphick Prophet sport with him Who ask'd which first of the VVise-men might seem â—ying if on a Globe their Names he writ â—one first or lowest he should find in it â—â—om midd'st of that learn'd Round come I that so â—Vhat once I spake to Craesus All here now â—ight take as spoken to themselves 'T is this {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} which is 〈◊〉 English Mark of a long life the End â—ill then your Censure of All Men suspend â—or Miserable These nor happy Those â—steem for None are such till their last Close the Ground of this wee 'l in few Words display â—Craesus the Tyrant King of Lydia â—â—ppy and rich even to Excesse who wall'd the Temples of his Gods with pure Gold call'd â—e from my Country to him We obey â—is Royall Summons went to Lydia â—illing his Subjects by our means might find â—heir King improv'd and better'd in his Mind He asks Me whom I thought the happiest Man I said Telana the Athenian Who his life nobly for his Country gave He pishes at it will another have I told him then Aglaus who the Bounds Ne'r past in all his life of his own grounds Smiling he sayes what think you then of Me Esteem'd the happyest in the whole World We Reply'd his End could only make that known He takes this Ill I willing to be gon Kisse his hand and so leave him For some Ends Meantime 'gainst Persia he a War intends And all Things ready does in Person goe How speeds hee 's vanquish'd Prisoner to his foe And ready now to yeeld his latest Breath For by the Victor he was doom'd to death Upon the Funerall Pile rounded with Flames And smoak he thus with a loud voice exclames O Solon Solon now I plainly see Th' art a true Prophet thrice thus naming Me Mov'd with which words Cyrus the Conquerour Commands the Fire be quencht which by a showre Of Rain then falling happily was layd Thence to the King by a choice Guard convay'd And question'd who that Solon was and why He call'd so on his Name He for Reply In Order all declares Pitty at this The Heart of Cyrus moves and Craesus is Receiv'd to grace who in a Princely Port Liv'd after honour'd in the Persian Court Both Kings approv'd and prais'd Me but what I Said then to one let each Man here apply As spoke t' himself 't was for that end I came Farewell your liking let your hands proclame Exit Solon Enter Chilon MY Hips with sitting Eyes with seeing ake Expecting when Solon an End would make How little and how long you Atticks prate Scarce in three hundred Lines one word of Weight Or a grave Sentence how he lookt on me At going off Now Spartan Chilon see Who with Laconian Brevity commends To you the Knowledge of your selves kind Frends {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} carv'd in Delphos Fane 'T is a hard Work but recompenc'd with Gain Try your own strength examine what 't is you Have done already what you ought to doe All Duties of our Life as Modestie Honour and Constancie included be In this and Glory th' Idoll of these dayes I 've said Farewell I stay not for your Praise Exit Enter Cleobulus I Cleobulus though my Native Seat Be a small Isle am Author of a great And glorious Sentence {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} A Mean is best You Sirs that sit upon The fourteen middle Benches next unto Th' Orchestra best may judge if this be true Your Nodd shows your Assent We thank you but We shall proceed in Order Was it not Your Afer though a Man he of late Time is That said once in this Place Ut ne quid Nimis And hither does our {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} aime The Dorick and the Latine mean the same In speaking being silent or in sleep In good Turns or in bad a mean still keep In study Labour or what else so e'r I 've said and that a Mean I keep end here Exit Enter Thales I 'm Thales who maintain as Pindar sings VVater to be th' originall of Things * And on the Stage as those before am come T' assert the Truth of my own Axiom Perhaps by some 't may be offensive thought But not by those by sad experience taught {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} say we Be Surety and be sure a loser be A thousand Instances I could produce To prove Repentance is the only use That can be made of it but that We here Examples by their Names to cite forbear Make your own Application and conceive The Damage Men by this sole Act receive Nor this our good Intention take amiss You that like clap you that dislike it hiss Exit Enter Bias. I Am Priaenean Bias who once taught {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} That most men are naught I wish t' had been unspoke for Truth gains Hate But by bad Men I meant Illitterate And those who barbarously all Laws confound Religion Justice for within this Round I see none but are good believe all those Whom I proclame for bad amongst your Foes Yet there is none so partially apply'd To favour Vice but with the good will side VVhether he truly be such or would fain Of a good man the Reputation gain The hated name of an ill Man there 's none But flies if y' are all good your praise I 'm
Bloud and Death Changing ah too unwary too unwise Thy certain Joyes for an uncertain Prize Can it be true thou more thy self should'st please With busie troubles than delightfull ease And lik'st th' enraged Deeps rough toiles above The calmer pleasures and sweet sports of Love Canst thou from a soft bosome fly ah lost To gentlenesse to be on rude Waves tost And rather choose in Seas a restlesse Grave Than in these Arms a quiet Port to have With furrowing Keel thou plow'st the foming Main And O oâ—durate hearst not me complain Too swift thou fly'st for Loves slow wings t' oretake Love whom perfidiously thou didst forsake And all the way thou swell'st with Pride to know The suff'rings for thy sake I undergoe Whilst the mild East to flatter thy Desires With his soft Breath thy flagging Sail inspires Go faithlesse Youth faithlesse and foolish too Thy Fate or folly rather still pursue Go and now thou art from my Fetters free Never take care who sighs or dyes for Thee Oh! if the Heavens are just if ever they With Eyes impartiall humane wrongs survey Heaven heaven my tears implore to Heaven I cry Avenge my suff'rings and his Treachery Be Seas and Skyes thy foes no gentle gale Blow on thy â—hrowds destruction sill thy Saile No Star to thee lost in despair and Night When thou invok'st disclose its friendly Light To Scythian Pyrats such as shall despise Thy fruitless tears mayst thou become a Prize By whose inhumane usage mayst thou be Spoil'd of the Liberty thou took'st from me Then thou the difference shalt understand Betwixt the shafts shot from a Thracian hand And Lovers eye the odds betwixt a rude Insulting Foe and Loves soft servitude The Breast his golden Darts not pierc'd shall feel The sharp Impression of more cruell steel And thou enslav'd which are the stronger prove The fetters of Barbarians or of Love Ye Seas and Skies which of my amorous care The kindly faithfull Secretaries are To you my crying Sorrows I addresse To you the witnesses of my distresse Shores by the losse of my fair Sun forlorn Winds who my sole delight away have born Rocks the Spectators of my haplesse Fate And Night that hearst me mourn disconsolate Nor without reason is't alas that I To Stars and Sands bewail my misery For with my State they some proportion bear And numberlesse as are my woes appear Heaven in this Quire of beautious Lights doth seem To represent what I have losse in him The Sea to whom his flight I chiefly owe His heart in Rocks my tears in Waves doth show And since to these Eternall Fires whose Light Makes Sleep's dark Mansion so â—erenely bright I turn what one amongst them shall I find To pitty me above the rest inclin'd She who in Naxos when forsook did meet A better Spouse than him she chose in Crâ—et Though all the rest severely are intent To work me harm should be more mildly bent Oh Thou who guid'st the Pompous train of Night With the addition of thy glorious Light Whose radiant hair a Crown adorns whence streams The dazling lustre of seven blazing Gems If that Extremity thou not forget If thy own sorrows thou remember yet Stop at my sighs a while and make the Crue Of thy bright fellows stay and hearken too Thou know'st the like occasions of our Fate Both circumvented by unkind Deceit A cruell I a Love ungratefull Thou Didst follow both to equall suff'rings bow In this to thine a near resemblance bears The Cause that dooms me to eternall Tears I now am left as thou wert heretofore Alone upon the solitary Shore But how the ever our misfortunes share The same Effects their Causes diff'rent are I my poor self no other have deceiv'd Thy Brother was through thee of Life bereav'd Sleep thy Betrayer was but Love was mine Thou by thy short Eclipse didst brighter shine And in the Skyes a Crown of Stars obtain But I on Earth forsaken still remain Fool to whose care dost thou thy grief impart What dost thou talk or know'st thou where thou art She midst a dancing Bevy of fair Lights Trips it away and thy misfortune slights Yet happy may she go and her clear beams Whilst I lament drench in the Brinish streams Perhaps the Sea to my afflicted state Will prove then her lesse incompassionate But how on Seas for help should I relye Where nothing we but Waves and Rocks can spye Yet so small hopes of succour hath my grief That of those Rocks and Waves I beg Relief Down from these Rocks of Life my troubled Breast By a sad Precipice may be releast And my impuâ—er soul in these Waves may Quench her Loose Flames and wash her stains away Ah Lydia Lydia whither dost thou send Thy lost Complaint Why words so fruitless spend To angry Waves to Winds where horror roars To Rocks that have no ears to sencelesse shores Thou giv'st thy grief this Liberty in vain If Liberty from grief thou canst not gain And fond presumption will thy hopes abuse Unlesse thou grief and life together lose Dye then so shall my Ghost as with despair Laden it flyes raise in the troubled Air Tempests more lowd than Thunder Storms more black Than Hell or Horrour in curl'd Waves to wrack His Ship and him so and 't is just shall I And my proud Foe at least together dy On him who first these bitter Sorrows bred Seas shall avenge the Seas of Tears I shed This said she made a stop and with rash hast By violent despair assisted cast Her self down headlong in the raging Sea Where she beleev'd it deepest Now to be Sadly by her enrich'd whilst from her fair Vermilion lips bright eyes Phaebeian hair Corall a purer tincture doth endue Chrystall new light Pearls a more Orient hue Such was the haplesse fate of Lydia Who in those Waves from which the King of Day Each morn ascends the blushing East in those From which the Queen of Love and Beauty rose A second Queen of Love and Beauty perish'd Who in her Looks a thousand Graces cherish'd And by a sad Fate not unpittied yet A second Sun eternally did set Sweet Beauty the sad wrack of ruthlesse Seas And ill plac'd Love whom cruell Destinies Have food for Monsters made and sport for Waves With whom so many Graces had their graves If vain be not my hopes If no dead fire These Lines devoted to thy Name inspire Though buried in the Seas salt Waves thouly Yet in Oblivions Waves thou shalt not dy FINIS THE Rape of Hellen Out of the Greek OF COLUTHUS By EDVVARD SHERBURNE Esq LONDON Printed by W. Hunt for Tho. Dring at the Sign of the George near Cliffords-Inn in Fleetstreet 1651. Vpon the Title THe Rape c. Not to be taken in the Common acception of the Word for Paris was more courtly than to offer and Hellen more kind-hearted than to suffer such a violence but rather for a transporting of her with her consent from her own Country to