Departing soul A warning to the Grave HArk now every think is still The Skreech-owle and the whistler shrill Call upon our Dame aloud And bid her quickly d'on her shrowd Much you had of Land and Rent Your length in clay 's now competent A long war disturb'd your mind Here your perfect peace is sign'd Of what is' t Fooles make such vain keeping Sin their conception their birth weeping Their life a general mist of error Their death a hideous storm of terror Strew your haire with powder sweet D'on clean linen bathe your feet 'T is now full tide tween night and day End your groan and come away A mournful Ditty on the death of a drowned friend FLow streams of Equid salt from my sad eyes To celebrate his mournful obsequies R. S. is dead he 's dead and I remain To draw my poor life in continual pain Till it hath paid to his sad memory Duty of love O then most willingly Drown'd with my teares as he with waves I dye Of women in general THere are some holy but some apt to sin Some tractable but some that none can win Such as are vertuous gold nor wealth can move Some vicious of themselves are prone to love Some grapes are sweet and in the garden grow Others unprun'd turn wild neglected so The purest oare containes both gold and dross The one all gain the other nought but loss The one disgrace reproach and scandal taints The other Angels and sweet featur'd Saints DUst is lighter then a feather And the wind more light then either But a womans fickle mind More light then feater dust or wind A Dialogue between ENDYMION EXPENDITION Ex. WHat ho Endymion how the Dormouse sleeps A wake for shame open thy wink a peeps End What stir you make I come with speed I can And too much speed for I have tyr'd my man Expe. Who Dulman End Yes I thought the Knave would shame us And play us one horse trick for Ignoramus Anagrams A good Patron 's Anagram is PATREN Anag PARENT An evil ones PATRONE Anag ROPEAN'T CHEATER Anag TEACHER Teacher you are for you have taught me more Then I was taught in all my life before Bliss or Bale No medium in love IF you reward my love with love again My bliss my life my heaven I will deem you But if for love you render me disdain My bale my death my hell I must esteem you A Madrigal WHosoever longs to try Both love and Jealousie My fair unconstant Lady let him see And he will soon a jealous lover bee The Lovers Letany FRom a fair face and a false heart From the force of Cupids forked dart From a wagtail'd wench with an wart Libera me From an oiled skin and a false hair From towsed fullied and o'er-jaded ware From a painted Fro of St. James his faire Libera me From a wanton hag and a noseless Jone From ent'ring the pass a Frenchman has gon From her that will for a shilling be won Libera me From a City-decoy and a suburb-Bawd From a Panders gripe and a courtesans fraud From a parcht Parachito whose face is flau'd Libera me From a drunken female who spreads her thies From an old woman that hath lust in her eyes From a common strumpet who seems to be nice Libera me The Bride-maids Song FRom the Temple to the Boord From the Boord unto the Bed We conduct your maidenhead Wishing Hymen to afford All the pleasures that he can 'Twixt a woman and a man A Song to be sung the marriage-night by two in parts The first THine O Hymen thine O shee Whose beauties verse Caliope Sing to marriage-rites an Io. Io to Hymen The second To thee Apollo is my sute Lend me a while thy silver Lute O what a wo it is to bring A Bride to bed and never sing Io to Hymen Ambo When she 's old still seem she young When she 's weak to her be strong Be Cyprus both and Paplos here Love sing with merry cheere Io to Hymen Ad eundem the bridegroom being wanting at bed-time DRop golden showers gentle sleep And all the Angels of the night Which do us in protection keep Make the Bride dream of delight Morpheus be kind a little and be Deaths true Image for 't will prove To this poor bride that then th art he Her lord is absent from her love Thus with sweet sweets can heaven mix gall Come quickly Bridegroom or not at all Song SIng sweetly that our notes may cause The heav'nly orbes themselves to pause And at our musick stand as still As at Joves amorous will So now release them as before Th 'ave waited long enough no more The description of a matchless beauty written at the request of the most brave and gallant Lady the Lady L. S. during my residence at Winchester 1648. HEr haire like hemlocks careless fall To deck her amorous eyes withall As fiery as the evening where We read the next day will be fair Her curious forehead well doth show Where Carbuncles in number grow But the beauty of her nose Would fright a man out of his clothes To dance a naked round-delay When on the tobacco-pipe you play And the pale brightness of her lips Doth force the Sun to an eclipse Her cheeks of fat and soggy stuff Like the running dropsey swell and puff But oh the apples on them grow I think were rotten long ago Her precious neck and brests display Her skins antiquity for they Like a dri'd dunghil chop and break Until her snout begins to leak Her parched fists defie the Sun For all the malice he hath don Can't change her hide nor any stain Corrupt it for it 's dy'd in grain Her spacious belly and her waste Have grease sufficiently to baste A herd of swine they have such store A Shambles cannot purchase more Her thighes like two Colossus seem Proportion'd with her bodies teem And those which bear her pond'rous betch Are mighty columns full of itch But some that have her hoofes espi'd With fear the fooles fell down and di'd Yet all this while I have forgot Her tongue as still as Cannon-shot All parts of her I can't display The rest unseen the Devil may She is the wonder of our age Nor lacks she ought but a large cage Englands Elyzium An Heroick Poem intended THou fertil Island seated in the sea Whose waves do dance by musick of the Moon That on thy banks pretty Lavolta's play As if they would intreat thee take a boon Receive all fish that 's food and bless the store For never monster shall come neer thy shore Thou little world yet all without the world Thou second Eden seated in the west From thee thy fountains in seven mouths are hurl'd Such as from Nile the garden door so blest Humber ware Tine Dee four so have their names Severn and Owze the last and richest Thames No beasts of danger live upon thy earth No Panther Tyger ought procuring harms To Lyons Dragons thou
till your heart seem'd estranged Alas how soon my day to night was changed You did vouchsafe my poor eyes so to grace Freely to view the riches of your face And which was greatest bliss did not dildaine For boundless love to yeild some love again Despair it self cannot make me despaire But that you 'll prove as kind as you are faire And now at length in lien of passed wo Will pity grace and love and favour show O spare O spare my yeilding heart and save Him whose chiefe glory is to be your slave Make me the object of your clemency And not the subject of your tyranny So shall you restore a dying Lover to perfect health fulfil the Decree of the Gods and make him transcendently happy who at present languisheth in a dying despaire ready to bee offered up on the altar of your beauty R. H. The Lover assuring his Mistress that her doubts are vain and he is unmoveably constant WHy dost thou my dear mistress doubt my love Which beauty bred and vertue still doth nourish That any other object can remove Or faint with time but still more freshly flourish No know thy beauty is of such a force The fancy cannot flit that 's with it taken Thy vertue such my heart doth hate divorce From thy sweet love which ne'er shall be forsaken So setled is my soul in this resolve That first the radiant stars from heaven shall fall The heavens shall lose their influence and dissolve To the first Chaos shall be turn'd this all Ere I from thee dear mistress do remove My true my constant and my sincere love Thine while his owne A D. The Lover hearing of his Mistress departure bewailes thus Dear heart WHat 's death more then departure the dead go Like travelling exiles are compell'd to know Those regions they heard mention'd oft 't is th' art Of sorrow to say who dies doth depart Then weep thy funeral-tears which heaven t' adorn The beauteous tresses of the weeping morn Will rob me of and thus my Tombe shall be As naked as it had no obsequie Know in these lines sad musick to thy ear My sad dear Mistress you the sermon hear Which I preach ore my herse and death I tell My owne live's story ring but my owne knell But when I shall return know 't is thy breath In sighs divided rescues me from death Thy lamenting faithful Servant E. D. Five Lyrick Pieces To my noble friend Mr. Theodor Loe. GO pale-fac'd paper to my dear And whisper this into her ear Though I absent am yet she Keeping thee embraces me Let no rude hand dare to touch thee Care not though a thousand grutch thee Of that bliss which in her hive Thou enjoyst till I arrive And be sure thou dost not flie From the glances of her eye Where she goes be thou about her Gad not thou abroad without her Let not any dare to see What 's between my love and thee Nay and when she haps to sleep Gently to her bosome creep Where I charge thee rest till shee With her kisses waken thee Go and prosper for a space Till I rob thee of thy place The resolute Lover WHat care I though she be faire Hair snow-like hand or sun-like eye If in that beauty I not share Were shee deformed what care I What care I though she be foul Haire swarthy-hand or sun-burnt eye So long as I enjoy her soul Let her be so what care I Dim sight is coz'ned with a gloss Of gawdy gown or hum'rous haire Such gold in melting leaves more dross Then some unpolisht prices share Be she faire or foul or either Or made up of both together Be her heart mine haire hand or eye Be what it will why what care I The Lovers protestation PRetty wanton prethee say Did you see my heart to day Marks to know it you shall finde Alwaies constant true and kinde Wounds about it it doth bear Drops are tricklig here and there In which wounds you 'll find a dart Shot by you into my heart If you saw it do not blush The wounds are fresh and bloud will gush Into your face and you be known To cover more then is your own Send it back but let it be Sound as when it came to thee Do not think for to deny it These are tokens will descry it How can I subsist and live When my owne you will not give Yet if you will send to me Yours in faire exchange I 'll be Mute and not report that I Suffer by your cruelty Then I prethee let me know If you will exchange or no. Question WHat is that freedome which men call A blessedness to sport withall Or what those joys which Lovers deem To equalize their best esteem I long to know that I may see The difference 'twixt those joyes and me Answer Then know loves joies are such as still Are subject to Fates supream will And every hour the Lover finds Cross friends cross stars and stormy winds Till Seas grow calm and we arrive At loves eternal peaceful hive If patience then may bring me ease Swell big a while you boyst'rous seas Cupid to an inexorable young man disdaining his Deity YOu faire mortal think not I Priviledge a star-like eye Or the choicest faire on earth I can blast them in their birth Yet that you might feel desires Quenching loves Idalian fires ' Mongst a many young men more I preserv'd thee to adore My deity but now I see Thou disdain'st my pow'r and me Therefore by my Paphian bow My complaints must let you know That a strange complaint of late Beat a parly at my gate And so ent'red that the gods With that uproare grew at ods Insomuch that they me sent Messenger of punishment In my mothers sacred name You a Traytor to proclaime ' Gainst the Laws of love and beauty And to what you owe by duty To the Aethereal powers and me Cancel'd by ubiquity By my bow and slaming dart By the Lovers bleeding heart By the hand and by the glove By the eye that captiv'd Jove I command and summon thee At loves Bar to answer mee To what we shall there object ' Gainst thy scorne and base neglect Fail not mortal as you will Answer your ensuing ill Ad eundem PAle-cheek'd mortal now your eyes Return their lustre to the skies No hue rosy-red doth guide The welcome Lilies as a bride Nor are the Lilies fresh and gay As they were the other day The present guilt doth make it known Vigour lent is not your own Venus now the Queen of Love Is in presence and must prove You a disobedient heire To her glorious hemisphere Paphos Archer hates to owne You a brother to his throne And must here a witness be To your inconstant constancy Therefore on this gold-leav'd book In which Lovers oft do look Lay your hand if you be free Swear and damned ever be See he 's guilty take him hence To a scorching residence Hence to trial Themis
thee I beg some help to have In thee it lies to kill or save The dying Lover NOw that Boreas with his cold Doth this County round infold And his Isicles displaies Whilst the verdure green he slayes I must end my life ere long With a sad and mournsul song Now that more then cruel pain Makes my hopes to be but vain And that love makes me distil Salt tears signes of my kind will Needs now must my lives term end Unto the heavens to ascend Now that such is my sad care That I 'm droven to dispaire That cross Fates me strive to greive Why shòuld I desire to live Better 't is to dye then still Follow us what works more ill Now that sighs and sobs and teares The subject of my verses bears And whilst this plague usurps my heart I 'll try if I can make it smart By a death that one day may Make me victor every way Now that skies with lightning blast Force my pleasures not to last And that the sun no more doth shine I must yeild to tempest Time Loyally I lay me down And go willing to my Tomb. Now that cold and chilly fear Still doth dog me everywhere Seek I must by cruelty For to end my misery For an end to every thing Gentle death none else doth bring Now that burning fire o'r-bright Hath my sense consumed quite Leaving nought with me but groanes Thus I do rid all at once The Lover to his Mistress LUckloss and lucky both at once am I With fear and hope I tremble as a reed Luckless by beauty thine by destiny Lucky because I am thy slave indeed For then thy face there 's nothing is more faire Then thy sweet eyes nought more divine or rare One while I hope another while I fear Nor can there any thing my fancy please It grieves me to see the heavens though clear So much I doubt thy favour to displease Then thy fair face there 's nothing is more fair Then thy sweet eyes nought more divine or rare The united Lovers WHo ever saw so faire a sight Love and Vertue met aright And that wonder Constancy Like a comet to the eye Sound aloud so rare a thing That all the Hills and Vales may ring Look lovers look with passion see If that any such there be As there cannot but be such Who do feel this noble touch Sound aloud so rare a thing That all the hills and vales do ring The Lover to his Mistress upon her apparelling her self in black SInce that thou hast victory Ore my dearest liberty Why with black that form of thine Dost thou cloath so rich and fine If thou wear'st it for to witness As a friend my sad distress Happy I since for my sake Thou the colour sad dost take Sweet my life content be thou That this black weed I bear now Hapless was my life and so Sad my life i' th' end should show To me these sad cloaths alone Appertain as signes of mone Nature in one body ne'r Black and white at once doth bear From my black all hate be wide With which I my crosses hide He that in despair doth rest Black doth bear for colour best Cruel this not colour 's thine Since thine eyes bright and divine Sacred as the hallowed day Chase the gloomy night away My heart wounded thou dost make The habit of a conquerour take And let me alone with this Since my fitting colour ' t is Live thou in eternal glory While I dye as desp'rate sory Whilst this dye thou put'st on thee Thou depriv'st of comfort me Change then this same weed of dole Fit for a departing soul Give to me the colour black With it the flitting Ghosts to track The forsaken Lovers complaint 1 UNto the soundless vaults of hell below I 'll with my greifes remediless amaine Whilst frighted Ghosts as pitiful shall show And flinty rocks remorse take of my paine Yea death it self my bitter paines shall know To witness that my life in hell hath lame For Lovers true can never dye indeed Whose loyal hearts a heavenly fire doth feed 2 My body laid along within my grave Shall show its tears its torment and its love And for my mind did never change nor wave Far brighter then the sun the same shall prove By me my Ladies picture I will have Which though being dead afresh will make me love Like to the fire in ashes covered Which though it show no flame yet is not dead 3 Love is not tam'd by death but still doth live Although that life doth flit and pass away Then Lady think not though by death thou grieve My body that thou love canst make decay As long as fancy doth by beauty drive Into my soul no this will ' bide for aye Within my heart the beauty printed is Love in my Tombe to harbour will not miss 4 Thinkst thou I 'll leave to love thee being dead When thy faire portraicture revives my sight Voices from Tombs they say have some men lead Restoring them unto their senses right Then how much more ought love be honoured Whom then the greatest Gods is more of might Then think not when my corps bury'd you see That from thy love as thou wouldst I am free 5 List to my monument and thou shalt hear How I will sigh for without soul thy fire Shall hold me up whilst living I appear Being dead as 'fore my death I did desire Nor deadly pangs thereof will I once fear Nor part from thee as thou wouldst fain require For in thy life so cruel th' hast not been But in my death as loyal I 'll be seen 6 Yet is my fortune better far then thine For without breach of saith as thou hast done I shall have leave to plaine those Ills of mine Thou thinkst in killing me a martyrdome More tedious then before me to assigne But th' art deceiv'd a wrong race hast thou run For whilst I liv'd thy rigour was my bane But being dead I am freed from my pain The despairing Lover ELsewhere declare Thy wosul care And leave the skies Thy wosul plaints Thy heart that taints They do despise See they look red With rage o'respread And horror too 'T is they in griefe Without reliefe That us undoo He is a sot That thinketh not That from that place Through destiny Most wretchedly Comes our disgrace Then better 't is For death to wish And end our daies Then still in strife Lead such a life So plagu'd alwaies For death 's our friend When he doth end Our bitter smart And through the same Doth rid our paine With his keen dart A Knell GOme list and hark The bell doth toul For some but new Departing soul And was not that Some ominous fowle The Bat the Night Crow or Skreech-owle To these I hear The wild wolfe howle In this black night That seems to scowle All these my black Book shall inrowle For hark still still The bell doth towl For some but now
your pastures and come neer me Come away you need not fear By my soul as I affect you I have nought that can infect you O then come Hear a tongue That in discord keeps a part With a wo-surcharged heart Ne'r was Swain on plain more loved Or could do more feats then I Yet one griefe hath now removed All my whilome Jollity All my layes be quite forgotten Sheep-hook broken pipe bag rotten O then come Hear a tongue That with flatt'ring speech doth call To take long farewel of all I am not as once I was When my Chloris first did suite me Nor when that same red-hair'd Lass Fair Bellina did invite me To a garden there to play Cull kiss clip and toy all day O then come Hear a tongue That in wooing termes was flowing But through wo hath spoyl'd his wooing All I can or will desire you When my breath of life is spent That in love you would inter me For it will my soul content Near unto my Father herse And bestow some comely verse On my Tombe Then my tongue Shall throb out this last adieu Ne'r were truer Swain then you A Dialogue between two Lovers Question WEre ever chaste and honest hearts Expos'd unto so great distresses Answer Yes they that have the worthiest parts Most commonly have worst successes Great fortunes follow not the best It 's Vertue that is most distrest Then Fortune why do we admire The glory of thy great excesses Since by thee what men acquire Thy works and not their worths expresses Nor dost thou raise them for their good But t' have their ills more understood The Authors suit to Cupid I Will not love I love to rest Cupid is an ungentle guest Except without his weapon's he Will lodge in my tyr'd Phantasie Better stand the shock of thunder Which cleaves hardest Rocks in sunder Then oppose the sturdy blow When the blind Boy bends his Bow Prethee Cupid cease to smile 'T is a courtship base and vile To laugh and stab unto the heart I will praise thee and thy dart While at others thou dost throw it I love to hear on 't not to know it A Salyrical Description of Love LOve is of man the fatal rock On which his ship of ease doth knock And splits him with the sturdy shock He never yet felt any pain That hath not known the lovers vain Whose greatest griefe is greatest gain No Ill so nigh the heart doth sit As doth this fierce tormenting fit Death is more pleasing far then it Our souls with hope it doth torment Whilst nought but massacres are sent To dye is better far content Love then most cruel void of grace Ought to be curst in every place No God but Devil in this case The Changes Or all think not of love alike Worthi's hee the bright of day Who doth loyal love obey CVpid onely I do love Him I worship still above Happi's he that by the same Wisdome to himself doth gain Worthi's he the bright of day Who doth loyal love obey O how sweet is that warm fire Which our hearts heats with desire To our souls no sweetness is Halfe so dulcet as is this Worthi's he c. Blessed love without all crime Two souls pleaseth at one time Then doth love his lover right When his love he doth requite Worthi's he c. Of two souls he makes but one In two bodies all alone Love more happy cannot bee Then when we loving couples see Worthi's he c. Pleasure none upon the ground Like to love is to be found Pleasures pass as transitory Love doth still remain in glory Worthi's he c. The answer being a contradiction of the former assertion Worthy is he of dark night That in Cupid doth delight NOthing in this world can be Sweeter then our libertie Which love often takes away And then all our joyes decay Worthy is he of dark night That in Cupid doth delight Love doth never sorrow miss Who grieves male-contented is But love thus doth Lovers sting Doth not love then sorrow bring Worthi's he c. Who that soul hath ere seen eas'd Upon whom fierce love hath ceaz'd The Mistress and the Servant both Oft through love their lives do loath Worthi's he c. Gods from heaven have chas'd and sent This vile Boy us to torment Nor are we him to indure That such plagues doth us procure Worthi's he c. Then most wretched him I deem That of this blind Boy doth esteem Worser plague there 's not of Ills That consumes still yet ne'er kills Worthy is he of dark night That in Cupid takes delight A Farewel to Love To my most courteous Friend Mr. John Phillipson Love fare thee well live will I now Quiet amongst the green-wood bow ILl betide him that love seeks He shall live but with lean cheeks He that fondly falls in love A slave still to griefe shall prove Love fare thee well live will I now Quiet amongst the green-wood bow What an Ass and fool is he That may and yet will not go free I can love her that is fair But so as if I grasp'd the aire Love fare thee well c. I like not these Dames so smooth As would have men court and love For as constant I them find As the Sea is or the wind Love fare thee well c. Once I lov'd one that was kind But she did what pleas'd her mind Better 't is ne'r to be born Then live as anothers scorn Love fare thee well c. To lovers what good doth the Sun If by his beams they be undon Love 's as bitter as is Rue Blest are those that ne'er it knew Love fare thee well c. A fond Lover doth not merit Name or fame of man t' inherit Since he is foe to his own health And huggs diseases as his wealth Love fare thee well live will I now Quiet amongst the green-wood bow A Rhapsody Now must the Gods above And all the heavens that move Of my Mistress praises sing Such as through the earth may ring Now must we frame chaplets fine And with the Lawrel green combine The fruitful Olive that our haire May yeild a persume through the aire My Love maist thou alwaies flourish Although my self do die and perish To the same If nothing faire I see but what 's thy face If thy bright look is loadstone to my eyes If thy rare parts as blessings I embrace Have I not reason then in dutious wise Thy gracious self for to implore Since thee a Goddess I adore He that finds salve to cure him of his griefe By a fair hand of that shall he not make Account when he thereby may get reliefe Whereby his sickness from him he may shake The wounded Deer to herbs doth go Love wounds us love must cure our wo. So then in this my worse then captive state These lines I offer to thy deity Not doubting but though hapless be my fate I from my self shall find some remedy Of
art gone A double Poesie This hath no end My sweetest friend Our loves be so No ending know Poesies upon Bracelets AS love gives life to every part So this gives life unto my heart This chastly lies and lives with me Oh that I might do so with thee Another How might I triumph in my bliss If love were where my Bracelet is For then should love do no such harm To wring my heart but wreath my arm A wish Eies hide my love and do not show To any but to her my notes Who onely doth that cypher know Wherewith we pass our secret thoughts Belye your looks in others sight And wrong your selves to do her right Songs and Sonnets Song 1. TAke O take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworth And those eyes like break of day Lights that do mislead the morn But my kisses bring again Seals of love though seal'd in vain 2. Hide O hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen blossoms beares On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April weares But first set my poor heart free bound in those joy-chaines by thee Song 2. O for a Bow I of rich Canary Fat Aristippus sparkling Sherry Some Nectar else from June's dairy O these draughts would make us merry O for a wench I deal in faces And in other daintier things Tickled am I with her imbraces Fine dancing in such fairy rings O for a plump fat leg of Mutton Veal Lamb Capon Pig and Coney None is happy but a Glutton None an Ass but who wants money Wines indeed and Girles are good But brave victuals seast the blood For wenches wine and lusty cheere Jove would come down to surfeit here Song 3. Tell me Jove should she disdain Whether it were greater pain Silent in thy flames to dye Or say I love and she deny Flames supprest do higher grow Should she scorn when she does know Thy affection thou shalt prove A glorious martyrdom for love Better to loves mercy bow She may burn as well as thou Oh then tim'rous heart proceed For wounds are death that inward bleed Song 4. Charm O charm thou God of sleep Her fair eyes that waking mourn Frightful visions from her keep Such as are by sorrowes born But let all the sweets that may Wait on rest her thoughts obey Fly O fly thou God of love To that brest thy dart did wound Draw thy shaft the smart remove Let her wonted joyes be found Raise up pleasure to a flood Never ebbing new joyes bud Song 5. When that I poor soul was borne I was born unfortunate Presently the Fates had sworne To foretel my hapless state Titan his fair beams did hide Phaebe clipt her Silver light In my birth my mother dide Young and fair in heavy plight And the nurse that gave me suck Hapless was in all her life And I never had good luck Being maid or married wife I lov'd well and was belov'd And forgetting was forgot This a hapless marriage mov'd Greiving that it kills me not With the earth would I were wed Then in such a grave of woes Daily to be buried Which no end nor number knows Song 6. The Fisher-mans Ditty THough the weather jangles With our hooks and angles Our nets be shaken and no fish taken Though fresh Cod and Whiting Are not this day biting Gurnet nor Cunger to satisfie hunger Yet look to our draught Hale the main bowling The Seas have left their rowling The waves their huffing the winds their puffing Up to the top-mast Boy And bring us news of joy Here 's no demurring no fishes stirring Yet something we have caught Song 7. What motions times and changes What waies what uncouth ranges What slights what delusions What gladness in conclusions Have risen of such sorrows One faith yet all these borrowes And one good love assureth And all misfortune cureth And since from griefe they vary Good Fortune come and tarry Song 8. My heart in flames do fry Of thy beauty While I Dye Fie And why Shoulst thou deny Me thy sweet company My braines to teares do flow While all below Doth glow Foe If so How canst thou go About to say me no Song 9. 1. THis Lady ripe and calm and fresh As Eastern Summers are Must now forsake both time and flesh T' add light to some small star 2. Whil'st that alive each star decay'd She may relieve with light But death sends beauty to a shade More cold more dark then night 3. The sawcy faith of man doth blind His pride till it conduce To destine all his abject-kind For some eternall use 4. But ask not bodies doom'd to die To what abode they go Since knowledge is but sorrows Spy It is not safe to know Song 10. The constant Lover TImes change and shall as we do see And life shall have an end But yet my faith shall ever be Whereon mine eyes depend The days and moments and their scope The hours with their changes wrought Are cruel enemies to hope And friends unto a loving thought Thoughts still remain as we do see And hope shall have an end But yet my Faith sha'n't wanting be My hope for to defend Sonnet I. Cupids craft I Play'd with Love Love play'd with me again I mock'd at him but he mock'd me indeed He would not let my heart his art exceed For though a boy yet mocks he doth disdain A friend he is to those that do not fain My jests it seems do true affection breed And now if Love is not reveng'd with speed My heart can witness it with earnest pain That one may love and jest it out again Song II. Being a Pastoral Ditty 1. IN this green mead Mine eyes what do you see The Bagpipe of my Nymph so passing fair Unless my senses dream so should it be For sure this is the Oak where with despair She lean'd unto and here the grass yet lies And field which she did water with her eyes 2. Jove I thee pray if this I do but fear And if my dream do fall out sure or no By all the love to Nympths that thou didst bear Open mine eyes the truth that I may know Help me to pray him green and flow'ry Mead Help me to pray him Oak with branched head 3. This Bagpipe of my Nymph I will devise To hang it here fair Oak to honour thee A worthy Trophee though before mine eyes Lying disgrac'd For tears they cannot see If it be sure or if I dream in vain Spoil'd in this mead with parching sun and rain 4. That gracious Nymph who gave my heart the stroak In this green Mead I saw a heav'nly Prize And if I dream not leaning to that Oak Nay sure I did behold her with mine eyes O that she had but seen me then again Or that I had but seen and dream'd in vain Sonnet II. CVpid was angry with my merry face Because I ever laughed him to scorn And all his followers hapless and forlorn I mockt in publike
be told Mel. Yet I have heard thee heretofore Thy joys in open songs report Erg. I said I had of joy some store But not how much or in what sort Mel. Yet when a joy is in excess It self it will unfold Erg. Thus then my joies I do express I clip my Arnageld Sonnet VII SHe that denies me I would have Who craves me I despise Venus hath power to rule my heart But not to please my eyes Temptations offer'd still I scorn Deny'd I wish them still I 'll neither glut my appetite Nor seek to starve my will Diana double cloath'd offends So Venus naked quite The last begers a surfet and The other not delight That crafty girl shall please me best That No for Yea can say And ev'ry wanton willing kiss Can season with a Nay Song 17. 1. WHen to her Lute Althea sings Her voice revives the leaden strings And doth in highest notes appear As any chaleng'd eccho clear But when she doth of mourning speak Ev'n then her sighs the strings do break 2. And as her Lute doth live or die Led by her passions so must I For when of pleasure she doth sing My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring But if she do of sorrow speak Ev'n fresh my heart the strangs do break Sonnet VIII 1. LIke the Violet which alone Prospers in some happie shade My dear Mistress lives unknown To no looser eye betray'd For she 's to her self untrue Who delights i' th' publike view 2. Such her beauty as no arts Hath enrich'd with borrow'd grace Her high birth no pride imparts For she blushes in her place Folly boasts a noble blood She is noblest being good 3. She 's cautious and ne'er knew yet What a wanton courtship meant Nor speaks loud to boast her wit In her silence eloquent Of her self survey she takes But 'tween men no diff'rence makes Song 18. A Country-Courtship written during my abode at S.r. E. D's house in Wilishire 1. CHloris my onely Goddess and my good Whiter then is th' untrodden snowie way And redder then the rose but late a bud Half blown and pluckt with dew by break of day To view more comely then the Plane-tree's shape And sweeter then the ripe and swelling grape More pleasant then the shade in summer-time Or the sun-beams in winters coldest prime 2. More fresh then any cool and trembling winde Morenoble then the fruit that Orchards yeeld More jocund then the tender Kid by kind When full it skips and traverseth the fields More flowry then the rich and pleasant mead With painted flowers in midst of May bespread More sost then spotless down on Cygnets brest Or the sweet milk and cheese-curds yet unprest 3. Clusters of Grapes do beautify my Vines Some golden purple-red all fair and full Of part whereof I make most dainty wines And part of them I keep for thee to pull And with thy hands most delicate and fair Gather thou may'st ripe Plums by goodly pairs Under the shadow of thy boughes to ease thee 4. Here I have Damsens Nuts and colour'd Peares With Peaches fine that would each eye invite And every tree and fruit this Island bears All for thy service pleasure and delight And as my heart to please thee I have bowed So have all these the self-same office vowed In Autumn if thy husband I might be Chesnuts and Medlers I would keep for thee Sonnet IX The Lover imbracing his Mistress A Bout the husband-Oak the Vine Thus wreaths to kiss his leavy face Their streams thus Rivers joyn And lose themselves in the mbrace But Trees want sense when they infold And waters when they meet are cold Thus Turtles bill and groan Their loves into each others eare Two flames thus burn in one When their curl'd heads to heaven they reare But Birds want soul though not desire And flames material soon expire Song 19. Sung by three Beggers IRUS BRUNELLO FURBO IRUS BRight shines the Sun play Beggers play Here 's seraps enough to serve to day What noise of Vials is so sweet As when our merry clappers ring What mirth doth want where Beggers meet A Beggers life is for a King Eat drink and play sleep when we list Go where we will so stocks be mist Bright shines the Sun play Beggers play Here 's scraps enough to serve to day BRUNELLO The world is ours and ours alone For we alone have world at will We purchase not all is our own Both fields and streets we Beggers fill Nor care to get nor fear to keep Did ever break a Beggers sleep Bright shines the Sun c. FURBO A hundred head of black and white Upon our downes securely feed If any dare his Master bite He dies therefore as sure as creed Thus Beggers lord it as they please And none but Beggers live at ease Bright shines the Sun c. Sonnet X. DIsdain that so doth fill me Hath surely sworn to kill me And I must die Desire that still doth burn me To life again will turn me And live must I. O kill me then Disdain That I may live again 2. Thy looks are life unto me And yet those looks undo me O death and life Thy smile some rest doth shew me Thy frown doth soon o'erthrow me O peace and strife Nor life nor death is either Then give me both or neither 3. Life onely cannot please me Death onely cannot case me Change is delight I live that death may kill me And die that life may fill me Both day and night If once Desire decay Despair will wear away Song 20. Sung by a Shepherd and a Shepherdess AMYNTAS AMARILLIS Amynt THe cause why that thou dost deny To look on me sweet Fo impart Amar. Because that doth not please the eye Which doth offend and grieve the heart Amynt What woman is or ever was That when she looketh was not mov'd Amar. She that resolves her life to pass Neither to love nor to be lov'd Amynt There is no heart so fierce or hard That can so much torment a soul Amar. Nor Shepherd of so small regard That Reason will so much controul Amynt How falls it out love doth not kill Thy Cruelty with some remorse Amar. Because that Love is but a Will And Free-will doth admit no force Amynt Behold what reason now thou hast To remedy my loving smart Amar. The very same bindes me as fast To keep such danger from my heart Amynt Why dost thou thus torment my minde And to what end thy beauty keep Amar. Because thou call'st me still unkinde And pitiless when thou dost meet Amynt Is it because thy cruelty In killing me doth never end Amar. No but because I mean thereby My heart from sorrow to defend Sonnet XI 1. Amphion O thou holy shade Bring Orpheus with thee That wonder may you both invade To hear my melody You who are soul not rudely made Up with material ears Are fit to hear the musick of these spheares 2. Hark when my Mistress Orbes do move By my
first moving eyes How great 's the Symphonie of love But 't is the destinie Will not so far my pray'rs approve To bring you hither here Is a true heaven and Elizium there Song 20. LOose your lids unhappy eyes From the sight of such a change Love hath learned to despise Self-conceit hath made him strange Inward now his sight he turneth With himself in love he burneth If abroad he beauty spie As by chance he looks abroad Or it is wrought by his eye Or forc'd out by Painters fraud Save himself none fair he deemeth That himself too much esteemeth Coy disdain hath kindness place Kindness forc'd to hide his head True desire is counted base Hope with hope is hardly fed Love is thought a fury needless He that hath it shall dye speedless Then mine eyes why gaze you so Beauty scornes the tears you shed Death you seek to end my woe O that I of death were sped But with love hath death conspired To kill none whom Love hath fired Sonnet XII LEt the silence of the night At my will her duty show Harken to me every wight Or be still or speak but low Let no watching dog with spight Bark at any to or fro Nor the Cock of Titan bright The foreteller once to crow Let no prying Goose excite All the Flock to squeak a-vow Let the windes retain their might Or a little while not blow Whil'st all eares I do invite To hear the Ditty I bestow In the which I nill recite Her deserts which ever grow Nor her beauties so bedight Fairer then the Rose or snow Nor her vertues exquisite Which no man deserves to know For into Seas infinite With a small Bark it were to go I will onely sing and write In what miseries I flow That in sorrows I delight Praising Love's all-conqu'ring bow Wishing to eternal night To end my sorrows I might go Song 22. THine eyes so bright Bereft my sight When first I view'd thy face So now my light Is turn'd to night I stray from place to place Then guide me of thy kindness And I will bless my blindness Sonnet XIII NOw do the birds in their warbling words Welcome the year With sugred notes they chimup through their throtes To win a Phear Sweetly they breathe the wanton love That Nature in them warms And each to gain a mate doth prove With sweet inchanting charms He sweetly sings and stays the nimble wings Of her in the aire She hov'ring stays to hear his loving lays Which wooe her ther. She becomes willing hears him woo Gives ear unto his song And doth as Nature taught her do Yeelds su'd unto not long But my Dear stays she feeds me with delays Hears not my mone She knows the smart in time will kill my heart To live alone Learn of the birds to chuse thee a Phear But not like them to range Have they their mate but for a year Yet let us never change Song 23. A Riddle I Saw a hill upon a day Lift up above the air Which watered with blood alway And tilled with great care Herbs it brought forth Of mickle worth Pulling a handful from that ridge And touching but the same Which leaving neer unto a bridge Doth cause much sport and game A thing scarce of belief Lamenting without grief Sonnet XIIII IN heav'n the blessed Angels have their being In hell the Fiends appointed to damnation To men and beasts earth yeilds firm habitation The wing'd Musitians in the aire are fleeing With fins the people gliding Of water have th' enjoyning In fire all else destroying The Salamander findes a strange abiding But I O wretch since I did first aspire To love a beauty beauties all excelling Have my strange adverse dwelling In heaven hell earth water aire and fire Song 25. Loves Labyrinth to Mistress Mary Loe. LOvers do make themselves like conquer'd slaves Sometimes themselves most valiant they do fain Sometimes great Lords with many other braves Sometimes throwne down and vanquished again Their wounds their joys their pains their pleasures make And happy comfort in their prisons take A thousand times they curse their hapless stars Despising life and happy death Implore Yet in the end so valiant in those wars Of life and death and other passions more That thousand deaths they say they pass and try And yet they never make an end to dye They give They gain They heal They wound They ply Their soul Their life Their harms Their hearts Their tears They joy They live They burn They plain They dy With hap With hope With heat With griefe With fears And so in all their lives and what they say There is a strange confusion every day Epithalamium Or A nuptial-song LEet now each field with flowers be painted Of sundry colours sweetest odours glowing Roses yeild forth your smell so finely tainted Calm windes the green leaves move with gentle blowing The Christal rivers flowing With waters be increased And since each one from sorrow now hath ceased From mournful plaints and sadness Ring forth fair Nimphs your joyful songs for gladness Of that ' sweet joy delight you with such measure Between you both fair issue to ingender Longer then Nestor may you live in pleasure The Gods to you such sweet content surrender That may make milde and tender The Beasts in every mountain And glad the fields and woods and every fountain A bjuring former sadness Ring forth fair Nymphs your joyful songs for gladness Let amorous birds with sweetest notes delight you Let gentle winds refresh you with their blowing Let Ceres with her best of goods requite you And Flora deck the ground where you are going Roses and Lilies strowing The Jasmine and the Gillow-flower With many more and never in your bower Taste of houshold-sadness Ring forth fair Nymgps your joyful songs for gladness Sonnet XV. ANother Cupid raigns within my brest Then Venus son that blind and frantick boy Divers his work intent and interest His fashions sports his pleasures and his joy No sleights deceits nor woes he doth inspire He burns not like to that unseemly fire From Reason Will cannot my love entice Since that it is not pleased in this vice Song 26. In praise of the Country-life to my noble friend Mr. Jennings AMbition here no snares nor nets regards Nor Avarice for Crowns doth lay her baits The people here aspire not to etates Nor hunger after favours and rewards From guile and fraud and passions as we see Their hearts are ever free Their faith 's not vain Both good and plain Their malice small They just to all Which makes them live in joy and quiet peace And in a mean sufficient for their ease Sonnet XVI ONce early as the ruddy bashful morn Did leave Apollo's Purple-streaming bed And did with Scarlet-streams the East adorn I unto my dear Mistress chamber sped She Goddess-like stood kombing of her hair Which like a sable veil did cloathe her round Her Iv'ry Komb was white her hand more fair
at least to beg which is most sutable one salve from those Srar-shining eyes which have shot forth their conquering darts at my love-sick heart making me acknowledge the conquest yours my self happy in your being victorious O heavenly Adrastina govern and direct me for I am wholly given over unto thee Adra. Sir Were I but ascertained of the truth and reality of your affection I might perhaps meet your love with an equal burning but Fortu. Pardon sweet soul my interrupting you If my love be not real let me be an object of all mens scorn and let the heavens as a just guerdon of my dissembling showre down upon me their most horrible plagues but if it be love chaste and real love let our souls meet in a reciprocal affection and be imparadized into fruition of each other Adrast As far as a Virgins modesty will permit her hereafter I shall be ever ready to accomplish your desires and obey your commands and in the mean time be confident that I am entirely yours But time calls me away All happiness attend you Fortu. And as in you all vertues shine so upon you may all the blessings both of heaven and earth wait A Letter to a Gentlewoman requesting Love COnsidering with my self most divine Lady the many vertues wherewith nature hath in a superabundant measure adorned you and then weighing the insufficiency of any service I can do you my trembling hand is scarce able to hold the pen and my stammering tongue dare hardly express that which my afflicted heart desireth to manifest unto you yet love which holds in his dominion my enflamed heart forceth me to lay open to your sweetest self the secrets of my love-tormented brest Excuse then I humbly beseech you these humble lines that invisibly present to your sair hands an humbler suit then can be expressed I beseech you to extend a gratious hand to stay a fainting soul from sinking that without you is as nothing whose worth and remembrance gives me being for I desire not to be where your being is not It is that only that betters my joy and makes me sensible of content there being no content equal to the enjoying a companion of so great worth To conclude I shall expect the sentence of my life or death in your answer and remain so perfectly yours that I can say nothing neer it when I say I am Madam your most faithful most obedient and most affectionate servant Another to a Gentlewoman desiring his forbearance to visit her c WIth what words sufficiently to set forth my affection and with what expressions high enough to manifest the constancy of my love because I cannot tell I shall appeal to your self whether the sincerity of my actions and the integrity of my words be not able to justify me And I dare appeal to heaven whether or no my words have in the least manner tended to dissimulation swerving from professed truth or my actions digressed from nature but since your rigor pleases to command I shall withdraw my person yet in lieu of return will leave my heart with you and maugre fate subscribe my self Mistress ever thine in an unalterable affection A Gentleman debarred the society of his Mistress thus writes to her SInce my misfortunes are so great that those most happy opportunities we formerly enjoyed by a mutual intercourse and converse are at present vanished I cannot but by these manifest the constancy of my affection which shall remain even to my latest gaspe I hope nay am confident that you will not now after the heaping on me so many and so great favours estrange your self and for my part I am and even will be wholly thine And since my endeavours have been so happy to win your favour they will double in length and redouble in goodness the remainder of my daies All my right in all things is yours and your demand my content you are my joy and my greatest height of happiness is to enjoy you Your person is the food of my thoughts the relief of my wishes and the repast of my desires Your love to me is a continual hunger after which I daily earnestly more and more long your absence my extreme famine which makes me pine away with grief And if any poor endeavours of mine may be but pleasing to your most vertuous self I shall esteem my self most happie when most serviceable to you And in the mean while shall rest assured of your love as you may of having his heart who is Yours inseparably A Gentleman having made his suit by speech thus seconds it by writing THat I should begin my Letter with the declaration of my love seems to me altogether preposterous and unnecessary sith I manifested it to you so long since But I may well bemoan my ill fortune that cannot yet gain your good opinion of me to credit your words but that you still think me one of those who are altogether faithless Is it my lot for Love to reap Disdain Let me but know wherein I have offended and my life shall answer my misdemeanour All I desire is love your love because nothing can satisfie love but love I could enlarge but lest I be too troublesome I will say no more but that I am Your affectionate servant Her Answer Sir I Received a Paper from you which I here answer to clear my self of that accusation of being scornful which you cast upon me That I do not forget you witness this but yet I am so far from being pleased with your Letters that I can hardly bear the reading them especially since they proceed from a deceitful heart as I believe yours is If then you love me as you profess shew it in this That you trouble me no more with your Letters in hopes whereof I remain Sir Your c. His Reply My Dearest THat you do not forget me is my onely my chief happiness but that to think of me should move you to impatience is my greatest misery What greater torment then to love and not to be loved again Heaven and earth are not able to parallel so great cruelty But your words that you cannot believe my seigned vows carry with them a killing accent O heavens bear ye witness of my reality and sincere affection I love you as I profess but by obeying your command a breach might be made into the love of Yours while he lives and even in death Another ACcording to my duty and the obligements that lic upon me for the manifestation of my loyal constancie I do hereby humbly kiss your hands protesting that my love increases and renews with the day more and more The Sun in its greatest splendor hath been over-pow'red with clouds and darkned with mists and sometimes even the most constant affection has been scandalized with disloyalty Let Envie then pine it self to death and let Malice burst it self with rage yet will I remain constant yet will I be unremoveable never to be altered from my
And th'row great hardships makes an easie way Epigram in eundem LOve like a clouded star does shine most bright Where somewhat cover'd by misfortunes night In praise of his Mistress 1. I Have a Mistress for perfections rare In all men's eyes but in my thoughts most fair She is a model of divine perfections Fortunes darling Natures wonder She is the sweetest of all sweet complexions And of future joys the founder In whose sweet looks are blessings three Beauty and Love and Modestie 2. Of all her sex she is the onely splendor And an ornament to Fame For they are few can equal praises render To her more-then-matchless frame Whhm if the Trojan Paris had but seen Beauty had had no other Queen 3. She is the onely Jewel I desire I can but wonder at her beauty She is the noble Lady I admire To whom I owe submissive duty Her modest comely shape it so exceeds That to her sweetest Roses seem but weeds Fair'st to your praise I dare affirm and tell Some may come nigh few match but none excell Epigram in Amorem O Heav'nly Love that canst without controul In such a happie wo involve my soul Who tells me that Love wo no 't is a stem Branching from Heav'ns Imperial Diadem A roll of faults the great * Tevent Comoedian brings And says they are the meanest of Loves stings The * Ovid. alii Jove Poet sings the Deity of Love And its descent brings down from mighty Which shall I credit for they disagree The Poets sung his divine Pedigree Then all confess with me infer hence even All 's throughly good that does come down from heaven Though * Viz. Love thou wert fatal yet I still would cry If Love be death then let me ever die To his Mistress Fidelia SHall I court Beauty of the richest dye In fixing dimness on the clearest eye Making spectators proud if but one glance Or smile from it do on them wondering chance Then blame me not for my Fidelia's fair Her beauty never sully'd by bold air Shall I court riches and account my self Well match'd if wedded but to worldly pelf Cease Envie then and henceforth blame not me For why Fidelia is too rich for me Shall I seek noble birth and think 't a grace To match my self with one of noble race Hoping to be esteem'd ' cause men may see The empty boast of a long Pedigree Then come Fidelia for we will enlarge A Muster-roll more lasting with less charge Shall I court one that 's chaste who is as free From all black deeds as purest Lilies be From spots before that ruder hands do smutch Their unstain'd beauty with a sordid touch Such is Fidelia whom the Tuâ—tle-dove Alone resembles in her chastest love Shall I court Verrue and account her best To be accepted as my constant guest Come then Fidelia thou most blessed soul Who dost all vertues in thy self inroul who 'll blame me now Fidelia's fair chaste good Possest of riches come of noble blood And now Fidelia do'n't you think that I Have said ought here that may be thought too high Nor think I flatter pray for if you be Such to none else by y' are to me A SONG His Mistress sad and grieved 1. CAn any see my Mistress frown And yet not with her be cast down The Sun as mourning light withdrew Day clouds it self in sable hue I in her countenance did see How great a darkness soon would be 2. The grief that did my Love annoy Anticipates our next days joy The heav'ns with her are sad and cloud Their shining beauty in a cloud Distilling down themselves in rain That sorrow should such beauty stain 3. Can I be merry and she grieve Shall I mine eyes from tears reprieve Since melancholy has possest My onely Joy thy lovely brest Oh no! her sadness I can'n't see But with a loving sympathy 4. See how her tears bedew her cheeks Her sighs her inward sadness speaks How can my joys increase or grow Since you my Sun are clouded so Help Heav'ns to chear her or I die Her grief 's my endless misery A Song out of my History of F. and A. A Gentlewoman singing to her Lute sends forth this Ditty 1. IS not sweet Lute my chaste life best No foolish thoughts ever come neer My unpolluted maiden-brest That make me either doubt or fear Come then my Lute and help me with thy play To pass some trifling idle hours away 2. Poor silly souls guided amiss Into belief by Poets tales That such a thing as Cupid is Whose arrow level'd never fails But I my Lute am free help me to play With thy sweet notes some trifling hours away 3. Thus will I keep my Virginity Seeking to get no other mate Whereon my bale or joy shall ly Then thou my Lute who first my state Come then Companion help me with thy play To pass some trifling idle hours away Song 2. ex eadem 1. IN setters bound I freedom finde And though I am with cares opprest Yet have I now content in minde And am from troubles quite releast How can this be In Loves Gyves I am bound Yet joy and freedom in my love have found 2. Since Fortune then has rockt my sense Into a sleep which fancy pleases I will not seek to give offence To her who thus my torment eases But with a quiet silence will submit Enforced by Love's power unto it Song 3. ex eadem COme Philomel thou messenger of Spring Tune thy more pleasing notes and to us sing And of thy fellow-fingers get a Quire To chant such consorts as exceeds desire See! it is done heark how the pretty birds Set out their notes how freely they afford Their harmony which with delight our souls Into a sweet felicity inrouls See how the sportive windes with gentle gales On yond' bough kisses constantly entails And they as 't were with willing bendings meeting His persever'd and constant profer'd greeting Would you know why the birds so pleasant are Why windes and trees such love t' each other bear 'T is this That I should with a loving fear As they me teach know Adrastina's here Certain Complemental Letters and Forms both to begin and end all Epistles A Letter of Love IF I were to wish a titular happiness it should onely be now to know by what name of somewhat more then ordinary neerness I might tender my best respects and affection towards you but such is my unworthiness as hath no such power in any small proportion to be endeared to your goodness though of all other earthly things I most earnestly desire the accomplishment it would make me of now miserable to approach to some possibility of comfort I confess I love you first in your person whose feature merits beyond admiration secondly your vertuous worth and unparallell'd qualities rarely found in these giddy times both suting in a fit way to imparadise the possessor hath forced many to attempt the attaining and