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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A34171	Poems, with a maske by Thomas Carew ... ; the songs were set in musick by Mr. Henry Lawes ...	Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639?; Lawes, Henry, 1596-1662. Coelum britannicum. Libretto.; Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639? Coelum britannicum.	1651 (1651)	Wing C565; ESTC R21803	74,706	224

on thy silent grave And writ on that earth which such honour had To cloath that flesh wherein thy self was clad And pardon me sweet Saint whom I adore That I this tribute pay out of the store Of lines and tears that 's only due to thee Oh doe not think it new Idolatry Though you are only soveraign of this Land Yet universall losses may command A subsidie from every private eye And press each pen to write so to supply And feed the common grief if this excuse Prevail not take these tears to your own use As shed for you for when I saw her dye I then did think on your mortality For since nor vertue witt nor beauty could Preserve from Death's hand this their heavenly mould Where they were framed all and where they dwelt I then knew you must dye too and did melt Into these tears but thinking on that day And when the gods resolv'd to take away A Saint from us I that did know what dearth There was of such good souls upon the earth Began to fear lest Death their Officer Might have mistook and taken thee for her So had'st thou rob'd us of that happiness Which she in heaven and I in thee possess But what can heaven to her glory adde The prayses she hath dead living she had To say she 's now an Angell is no more Praise than she had for shee was one before Which of the Saints can shew more votaries Than shee had here even those that did despise The Angels and may her now she is one Did whilst she liv'd with pure devotion Adore and worship her her vertues had All honour here for this world was too bad To hate or envy her these cannot rise So high as to repine at Deities But now she 's 'mongst her fellow Saints they may Be good enough to envy her this way There 's loss i' th' change 'twixt heav'n and earth if she Should leave her servants here below to be Hated of her competitors above But sure her matchlesse goodness needs must move Those blest soules to admire her excellence By this meanes only can her journey hence To heaven prove gain if as she was but here Worship'd by men she be by Angels there But I must weep no more over this urn My teares to their own chanell must return And having ended these sad obsequies My Muse must back to her old exercise To tell the story of my martyrdome But oh thou Idoll of my soul become Once pitiful that she may change her stile Dry up her blubbred eyes and learn to smile Rest then blest soul for as ghosts fly away When the shrill Cock proclames the infant-day So must I hence for loe I see from farre The minions of the Muses coming are Each of them bringing to thy sacred Herse In either eye a tear each hand a Verse To my Mistris in absence THough I must live here and by force Of your command suffer divorce Though I am parted yet my mind That 's more my self still stayes behind I breath in you you keep my heart 'T was but a carkasse that did part Then though our bodies are dis-joynd As things that are to place confin'd Yet let our boundless spirits meet And in loves sphere each other greet There let us work a mystique wreath Vnknown unto the world beneath There let our claspt loves sweetly twine There let our secret thoughts unseen Like nets be weav'd and inter-twin'd Wherewith wee catch each others mind There whilst our souls doe sit and kiss Tasting a sweet and subtle bliss Such as gross lovers cannot know Whose hands and lips meet here below Let us look down and mark what pain Our absent bodies here sustain And smile to see how far away The one doth from the other stray Yet burn and languish with desire To joyn and quench their mutuall fire There let us joy to see from farre Our emulous flames at loving warre Whilst both with equall luster shine Mine bright as yours yours bright as mine There seated in those heavenly bowers Wee 'l cheat the lag and lingring houres Making our bitter absence sweet Till souls and bodies both may meet To her in absence A SHIP TOst in a troubled sea of griefs I float Far from the shore in a storm-beaten boat Where my sad thoughts doe like the compass show The severall points from which cross winds do blow My heart doth like the needle toucht with love Still fixt on you point which way I would move You are the bright Pole-star which in the dark Of this long absence guides my wandring bark Love is the Pilot but o'r-come with fear Of your displeasure dares not home-wards stear My fearfull hope hangs on my trembling sayl Nothing is wanting but a gentle gale Which pleasant breath must blow from your sweet lip Bid it but move and quick as thought this Ship Into your armes which are my port will flye Where it for ever shall at Anchor lye SONG Eternity of Love protested HOw ill doth be deserve a Lovers name Whose pale weak flame Cannot retain His heat in spight of absence or disdain But doth at once like paper set on fire Burn and expire True love can never change his seat Nor did he ever love that could retreat That noble Flame which my brest keeps alive Shall still survive When my soule 's fled Nor shall my love dye when my hodye's dead That shall wait on me to the lower shade And never fade My very ashes in their urn Shall like a hallowed Lamp for ever burn Vpon some alterations in my Mistresse after my departure into France OH gentle Love doe not forsake the guide Of my frail Bark on which the swelling tide Of ruthlesse pride Doth beat and threaten wrack from every side Gulfes of disdain doe gape to overwhelm This boat nigh sunk with grief whilst at the helm Dispair commands And round about the shifting sands Of faithless love and false inconstancy With rocks of cruelty Stop up my passage to the neighbour Lands My sighs have rais'd those winds whose fury bears My sayls o'r-boord and in their place spreads tears And from my tears This sea is sprung where nought but Death appears A mystie cloud of anger hides the light Of my fair star and every where black night Vsurpes the place Of those bright rayes which once did grace My forth bound Ship but when it could no more Behold the vanisht shore In the deep flood she drown'd her beamy face Good counsell to a young Maid WHen you the Sun-burnt Pilgrim see Fainting with thirst haste to the springs Mark how at first with bended knee He courts the crystall Nymphs and fling His body to the earth where He Prostrate adores the flowing Deitie But when this sweaty face is drencht In her cool waves when from her sweet Bosome his burning thirst is quencht Then mark how with disdainfull feet He kicks her banks and from the place That thus refresht him moves with sullen

my Celia I deceive Love shall his bow and shaft lay by And Venus Doves want wings to fly The Sun refuse to shew his light And day shall then be turn'd tonight And in that night no star appear If once I leave my Celia dear Love shall no more inhabit earth Nor Lovers more shall love for worth Nor joy above in heaven dwell Nor pain torment poor souls in hell Grim Death no more shall horrid prove If e'r I leave bright Celia's Love The tooth-ach cured by a kiss FAte 's now grown mercifull to men Turning disease to bliss For had not kind Rheum vext me then I might not Celia kiss Phisicians you are now my corn For I have found a way To cure diseases when forlorn By your dull Art which may Patch up a body for a time But can restore to health No more than Chimists can sublime True Gold the Indies wealth The Angel sure that us'd to move The pool men so admir'd Hath to her lip the seat of love As to his heaven retir'd To the jealous Mistris ADmit thou darling of mine eies I have some Idol lately fram'd That under such a false disguise Our true loves might the less be fam'd Canst thou that knowest my heart suppose I le fall from thee and worship those Remember dear how loath and slow I was to cast a look or smile Or one love-line to mis-bestow Till thou hadst chang'd both face and stile And art thou grown afraid to see That mask put on thou mad'st for me I dare not call those childish fears Comming from love much less from thee But wash away with frequent tears This counterfeit Idolatry And henceforth kneel at ne'r a shrine To blind the world but only thine The Dart. OFt when I look I may descry A little face peep through that eye Sure that 's the boy which wisely chose His throne among such beams as those VVhich if his quiver chance to fall May serve for darts to kill withall The Mistake WHen on fair Celia I did spy A wounded heart of stone The wound had almost made me cry Sure this heart was my own But when I saw it was enthron'd In her celestiall breast O then I it no longer own'd For mine was ne'r so blest Yet if in highest heavens do shine Each constant Martyrs heart Then she may well give rest to mine That for her sake doth smart VVhere seated in so high a bliss Though wounded it shall live Death enters not in Paradise The place free life doth give Or if the place less sacred were Did but her saving eie Bath my sick heart in one kind teare Then should I never die Slight balms may heal a slighter sore No medicin less divine Can ever hope for to restore A wounded heart like mine To my Lord Admirall on his late sickness and recovery VVIth joy like ours the Thracian youth invade Orpheus returning from th' Elysian shade Embrace the Heroe and his stay implore Make it their publike sute he would no more Desert them so and for his Spouses sake His vanisht love tempt the Lethaen Lake The Ladies too the brightest of that time Ambitious all his lofty bed to climbe Their doubtfull hopes with expectation feed Which shall the fair Euridice succeed Euridice for whom his numerous moan Makes listning Trees and savage Mountaines groan Through all the Ayr his sounding strings dilate Sorrow like that which touch'd our hearts of late Your pining sickness and your restless pain At once the Land affecting and the Mayn When the glad newes that you were Admirall Scarce through the Nation spread 't was fear'd by all That our great CHARLES whose wisdom shines in you Should be perplexed how to chuse a new So more than private was the joy and grief That at the worst it gave our soules relief That in our Age such sense of vertue liv'd They joy'd so justly and so justly griev'd Nature her fairest light ecclipsed seemes Her self to suffer in these sad extremes While not from thine alone thy blood retires But from those checks which all the world admires The stem thus threatned and the sap in thee Droop all the branches of that noble Tree Their beauties they and we our love suspend Nought can our wishes save thy health intend As Lillies over-charg'd with rain they bend Their beauteous heads and with high heaven contend Fold thee within their snowy anres and cry He is too faultless and too young to die So like Immortals round about thee They Sit that they fight approaching death away Who would not languish by so fair a train To be lamented and rester'd again Or thus with-held what hasty soul would go Though to the Blest O'r young Adonis so Faire Venus mourn'd and with the precious showr Of her warm teares cherisht the springing flower The next support fair hope of your great name And second Pillar of that noble frame By loss of thee would no aduantage have But step by step pursues thee to thy grave And now relentless Fate about to end The line which backward doth so farr extend That Antique stock which still the world supplies With bravest spirits and with brightest eyes Kind Phaebus interposing bade me stay Such stormes no more shall shake that house but say Like Neptune and his Sea-born Neece shall be The shining glories of the Land and Sea With courage guard and beauty warm our Age And Lovers fill with like Poetique rage On Mistris N. to the green sickness STay coward blood and doe not yield To thy pale sister beauties field Who there displaying round her white Ensignes hath usurp'd thy night Invading thy peculiar throne The lip where thou shouldst rule alone And on the cheek where natures care Allotted each an equall share Her spreading Lilly only growes Whose milky deluge drowns thy Rose Quit not the field faint blood nor rush In the short salley of a blush Vpon thy sister foe but strive To keep an endless warre alive Though peace doe petty States maintain Here warre alone makes beauty raign Vpon a Mole in Celia's bosome THat lovely spot which thou dost see In Celia's bosome was a Bee Who built her amorous spicy nest I' th' Hyblas of her either breast But from close Ivory Hyves she flew To suck the Aromatick dew Which from the neighbour vale distils Which parts those two twin-sister hils There feasting on Ambrosiall meat A rowling file of Balmy sweat As in soft murmurs before death Swan-like she sung chokt up her breath So she in water did expire More precious than the Phaenix fire Yet still her shaddow there remains Confind to those Elizian plains With this strict Law that who shall lay His bold lips on that milky way The sweet and smart from thence shall bring Of the Bees Honey and her sting An Hymeneall Song on the Nuptials of the Lady Ann Wentworth and the Lord Lovelace BReak not the slumbers of the Bride But let the Sun in Triumph ride Scattering his beamy light When