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Aurorata· By Thomas Prujean, student of Gonvile and Caius Colledge in Cambridge.
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Prujean, Thomas, 1622 or 3-1662.
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to it's fate does bring Of such a one deserves in th' memory Of all to bee imprinted with such ioy Thinke how much more does his commander maker Merit in hearts what ioy should each partaker Of such a knowledge have as doth containe His leaving of the wombe who brought to paine A period and so much felicitie As not enioying of it who 's the hee That can describe it they who have this blisse Can say no more then as it shal be it is Now for a roome now for a downy bed Neately arted where the mother must be layd Now for the pledges of each ioyfull heart 〈◊〉 but where is it where is this desert â—ayd not in Bethelem the costly roome Is a base ugly stable now become The glorious bed turn'd to an oxes stall The ioy to plots how to bring him to thrall This is the entertainment that they gave To him who brought a Corrosine to save â—s from hell's poyson Nor was 't any such â—ime dated glory that hee valewd much â—et him but have for this most sumptuous roome 〈◊〉 heart deckt rich with vertue It will come More welcome to him And for all the rest One that will say in thee I 'm onely blest LOVES LOOKINGGLASSE CHRISTS PASSION MAns only friend by man is doomd to bee An underling to worthlesse destiny Hee who even now an endlesse life could give Must now be faine to say he must not live Must not alas hee will not and all is To gaine his enemy immortall blisse Shew mee a Gordian Priest so holy bent As to submit to such a punishment Shew mee a man too that would choose to dye Rather then 's brother should thus punish't bee Shew me a child would consecrate his breath Rather then 's father should be hurt to death Shew mee a father that would take this doome Rather then 's progeny should have a toombe Shew mee a Subject that is term'd a hee Devoted so much unto piety That rather then his king should suffer this He would forgoe all lifes sweet happinesse Shew me a mother that would doe so much For her owne babe and all without a grutch And is' t not worth a wonder here that one Should suffer for 's foe such affliction It does command thy admiration man For it was caus'd by thy greate Ocean Excelling sins thy king thy God must doe All this to make thee to forsake thy woe To leave thy hunger and to take thy foode To make thee only to accept thy good And is this all too little wilt thou still Take hunger and leave foode fly good love ill The Pelican can doe no more but leave Her life the pretty young ones for to save And if they will run from her how can she Become their helper in that misery The hen but guards and if the chicke will stray From under her it must be the kites prey Yet stay fond man thou hast a better guide One that will call thee when thou goest aside One that will rather thy entreater bee Then have thee banisht heavens felicitie Hee dyes for us we sin yet his desire Pursues us that wee to his grace aspire The Argument of Romeos and Juliets ROmeo and Iuliet issues of two enimies Mountegue and Capulet Citizens of Verona fell in love one with the other hee going to give her a visit meetes Tybalt her kinsman who urging a fight was slaine by him for this Romeo was banished and resided at Mantua where be received an Epistle from Iuliet LOVES LOOKING-GLASSE Iuliet to Romeo FOr health and happinesse doth Iuliet pray To come to Romeo and his Mantua His Mantua O in that title blest Would my poore fame could have such happy rest Once it was so once could this poore breast boast Rich only then of being Romeo's hoast No sooner doe sleepes charmes upon me cease But fancie straight disturbes me of my ease Her troopes she brings in which me thinkes I see Most of the horrour call its subject thee First here comes Tybalt tho'onely cause of all That stiles our miserie originall Fir'd at thy sight in 's fury now his breath Has no issue saving what treats of thy death Then say I what dares man presume to give Death that which heaven hath only chose to live In thee sweet Romeo such perfection lyes As would make up another Paradise What has Elysium that is not in thee A blisse that will weare out eternitie Where is that blisse if not in Romeo's love Can Iuliet ought else happier then that prove When thou dost speake a quire of Angels make From all their notes thy voyce a being take Thy eye casts beames that looke as if they were Contain'd in one above a naturall sphare Thy breath is alwayes so delicious As if thou hadst command o're Zephyrus And 'fore my dreame was ended powers had sent Thee valour to inflict a punishment Upon him for his boldnesse which was done And then me thought I did begin to moane But then I 'gan to cry why should these eyes Pay to a griefe unlawfull sacrifice Why should I weepe because my enemy Became Fates slave and Romeo from it free Is he a friend that would deny to give But rather take away by what I live My life my dearest joy my Romeo Yet are my roses overcome by woe From thee they had their name and sure thy love Their planter nourisher blossomer did prove From thy sweet lips when thou didst first salute Me at the Maske my cheekes did steale this sute Of crimson and since thou didst kisse more free They got what made up their maturitie As that celestiall * His breath gale its wonted course Enjoy'd it was their blossomers sweet nurse When I resolv'd the author of all this I straight bethought how many trespasses I had committed wasting so away In griefe of his dire foe so rich a May. And yet me thought I a parcaker had In this my sorrow pardon if I said It was thy selfe Then quickly thus cry'd I Romeo is one of my societie Fame growing big with envy ' cause on mee Are fixt the rayes of such a deitie My Romeo loves me and her snaky twines Take from that noble wrath their wrinkled lines Shee bursts and in each eare the poyson fly'es Carrying of Tibalt's death the Prince espies Some murmur for him he soone questions why The murmur is who has this sad reply Search soone was made for thee whom in my armes I catcht into my bed These sudden harmes Strugling to keepe from thee and fearing lest Thou shouldst be tooke all sleepe was from me cast Then did I close'em and cry'd prethee stay But thou wert gone alas to Mantua Could no high pow're inspire their wills into Our great annoynted That my Romeo His Iuliets bed might still have blest could none Of thy divine parts plead must thou be gone Is Mantua the onely place that must Have of my Romeo the happy trust Mee thinkes I heare the pretty birds begin To consecrate