kisse your hands and take my leave To the Right Honourable Archibald Earle of Ar. IF your example be obey'd The serious few will live i th' silent shade And not indanger by the wind Or Sunshine the complexion of their mind Whose beauty weares so cleare a skin That it decayes with the least taint of sin Vice growes by custome nor dare we Reject it as a slave where it breaths free And is no priviledge denyed Nor if advanc'd to higher place envyed Wherefore your Lordship in your selfe Not lancht faâ—re in the maine nor nigh the shelfe Of humbler fortune lives at â—ase Safe from the rocks oth'shore and stormes oth'Seaâ— Your soule 's a well built City where There 's such munition that no war breeds feare No rebels wilde destractions move For you the heads have crusht Rage Envy Love And therefore you defiance bid To open enmity or mischiefe hid In fawning hate and supple pride Who are on every corner fortifide Your youth not rudely led by rage Of blood is now the story of your age Which without boast you may averre 'Fore blackest danger glory did prefer Glory not purchast by the breath Of Sycophants but by encountring death Yet wildnesse nor the feare of lawes Did make you fight but justice of the cause For but mad prodigals they are Of fortitude who for it selfe love warre When well made peace had clos'd the eyes Of discord sloath did not your youth surprize Your life as well as powre did awe The bad and to the good was the best law when most men vertue did pursue In hope by it to grow in fame like you Nor when you did to court repaire Did you your manners alter with the ayre You did your modesty retaine Your faithfull dealing the same tongue and braine Nor did all the soft flattery there Inchant you so but still you truth could heare And though your roofes were richly guilt The basis was on no wards ruine built Nor were your vassals made a prey And forâ—'t to curse the Coronation day And though no bravery was knowne To out-shine yours you onely spent your owne For 't was the indulgence of fate To give y' a moderate minde and bounteous state But I my Lord who have no friend Of fortune must begin where you doe end 'T is dang'rous to approach the fire Of action nor is 't safe farre to retire Yet better lost i th' multitude Of private men then on the state t' intrude And hazard for a doubtfull smile My stocke of fame and inward peace to spoile I le therefore nigh some murm'ring brooke That wantons through my meddowes with a booke With my Castara or some friend My youth not guilty of ambition spend To my owne shade if fate permit I le whisper some soft musique of my wit And flatter so my selfe I le see By that strange motion steale into the tree But still my first and chiefest care Shall be t'appâ—ase offended heaven with prayer And in such mold my thoughts to cast That each day shall be spent as 't were my last How ere it's sweete lust to obey Vertue though rugged is the safest way An Elegy upon The Honourable Henry Cambell sonne to to the Earle of Ar. IT s false Arithmaticke to say thy breath Expir'd to soone or irreligious death Prophan'd thy holy youth For if thy yeares Be number'd by thy vertues or our teares Thou didst the old Methusalem out-live Though Time but twenty yeares account can give Of thy abode on earth yet every houre Of thy brave youth by vertues wondrous poâ—â—re Was lengthen'd to a yeare Each well-spent day Keepes young the body but the soule makes gray Such miracles workes goodnesse and behind Th' ast left to us such stories of thy minde Fit for example that when them we read We envy earth the treasure of the dead Why doe the sinfull riot and survive The feavers of their surfets Why alive Is yet disorder'd greatnesse and all they Who the loose lawes of their wilde blood obey Why lives the gamester who doth blacke the night With cheats and imprecations Why is light Looked on by those whose breath may poyson it Who sold the vigor of their strength and wit To buy diseases and thou who faire truth And vertue didst adore lost in thy youth But I le not question fate Heaven doth conveigh Those first from the darke prison of their clay Who are most fit for heaven Thou in warre Hadst tane degrees those dangers felt which are The props on which peace safely doth subsist And through the Cannons blew and horrid mist Hadst brought her light And now wert so compleat That naught but death did want to make thee great Thy death was timely then bright soule to thee And in thy fate thou suffer'dst not 'T was we Who dyed rob'd of thy life in whose increase Of reall glory both in warre and peace We all did share and thou away we feare Didst with thee the whole stocke of honour beare Each then be his owne mourner Wee 'le to thee Write hymnes upon the world an Elegie To CASTARA WHy should we feare to melt away in death May we but dye together When beneath In a coole vault we sleepe the world will prove Religious and call it the shrine of Love There when o th' wedding eve some beautious maid Suspitious of the faith of man hath paid The tribute of her vowes o th' sudden shee Two violets sprouting from the tombe will see And cry out ye sweet emblems of their zeale Who live below sprang ye up to reveale The story of our future joyes how we The faithfull patterns of their love shall be If not hang downe yours heads opprest with dew And I will weepe and wither hence with you To CASTARA Of what we were before our creation WHen Pelion wondring saw that raine which fell But now from angry Heaven to Heaven ward swell When th' Indian Ocean did the wanton play Mingling its billowes with the Balticke sea And the whole earth was water O where then Were we Castara In the fate of men Lost underneath the waves Or to beguile Heaven's justice lurkt we in Noahs floating Isle We had no being then This fleshly frame Wed to a soule long after hither came A stranger to it selfe Those moneths that were But the last age no newes of us did heare What pompe is then in us Who th' other day Were nothing and in triumph now but clay To the Moment last past O Whither dost thou flye Cannot my vow Intreat thee tarry Thou wert here but now And thou art gone like ships which plough the Sea And leave no print for man to tracke their way O unseene wealth who thee did husband can Out-vie the jewels of the Ocean The mines of th' earth One sigh well spent in thee Had beene a purchase for eternity We will not loose thee then Castara where Shall we finde out his hidden sepulcher And wee 'le revive him Not the cruell stealth Of
owneâ— I le prâ—ve it that no sorrow ere was knowne Reall as mine All other mourners keepe In griefe a method without forme I weepe The sonne rich in his fathers fate hath eyes Wet just as long as are the obsequies The widow formerly a yeare doth spend In her so courtly blackes But for a Friend We weepe an age and more than th' Anchorit have Our very thoughts confin'd within a Grave Chast Love who hadst thy tryumph in my flame And thou Castara who had hadst a name But for this sorrow glorious Now my verse Is lost to you and onely on Talbots herse Sadly attends And till times fatall hand Ruines what 's left of Churches there shall stand There to thy selfe deare Talbot I le repeate Thy owne brave story tell thy selfe how great Thou wert in thy mindes Empire and how all Who out-live thee see but the Funerall Of glory and if yet some vertuous be They but weake apparitions are of thee So setled were thy thoughts each action so Discreetely ordered that nor ebbe nor flow Was ere perceiv'd in thee each word mature And every sceane of life from sinne so pure That scarce in its whole history we can Finde vice enough to say thou weâ—t but man Horror to say thou wert Curst that we must Addresse our language to a little dust And seeke for Talbot there Injurious fate To lay my lifes ambition desolate Yet thus much comfort have I that I know Not how it can give such another blow Elegie 5. CHast as the Nuns first vow as fairely bright As when by death her Soule shines in full light Freed from th' eclipse of Earth each word that came From thee deare Talbot did beget a flame T'enkindle vertue which so faire by thee Became man that blind mole her face did see But now to'our eye she 's lost and if she dwell Yet on the earth she 's conffin'd in the cell Of some cold Hermit who so keepes her there As if of her the old man jealous were Nor ever showes her beauty but to some Carthusian who even by his vow is dumbe So ' mid the yce of the farre Northren sea A starre about the Articke Circle may Then ours yeeld clearer light yet that but shall Serve at the froxen Pilots funerall Thou brightest constellation to this maine Which all we sinners traffique on didst daigne The bounty of thy fire which with so cleare And constant beames did our frayle vessels steere That safely we what storme so ere bore sway Past ore the rugged Alpes of th' angry Sea But now vve sayle at randome Every rocke The folly doth of our ambition mocke And splits our hopes To every Sirens breath We listen and even court the face of death If painted ore by pleasure Every wave I ft hath delight w'embrace though 't prove a grave So ruinous is the defect of thee To th'undone world in gen'rall But to me Who liv'd one life with thine drew but one breath Possest with th' same mind thoughts 't was death And now by fate I but my selfe survive To keepe his mem'ry and my griefes alive Where shall I then begin to weepe No grove Silent and darke but is prophan'd by Love With his warme whispers and faint idle feares His busie hopes loud sighes and caselesse teares â—ach â—are is so enchanted that no breath Is listned to which mockes report of death I le tuâ—ne my griefe then inward and deplore My ruine to my selfe repeating ore The story of his vertues untill I Not write but am my selfe his Elegie Elegie 6. GOe stop the swift-wing'd moments in their flight To their yet unknowne coast goe hinder night From its approach on day and force day rise From the faire East of some bright beauties eyeâ— Else vaunt not the proud miracle of verse It hath no powre For mine from his blacke herse Redeemes not Talâ—ot who could as the breath Of winter coffin'd lyes silent as death Stealing on th' Anch'rit who even wants an eare To breath into his soft expiring prayer For had thy life beene by thy vertues spun Out to a length thou hadst ouâ—-liv'd the Sunne And clos'd the worlds great eye or were not all Our wonders fiction from thy funerall Thou hadst received new life and liv'd to be The conqueror o're death inspir'd by me But all we Poets glory in is vaine And empty triumph Art cannot regaine One poore houre lost nor reskew a small flye By a fooles finger destinate to dye Live then in thy true life great soule for set At liberty by death thou owest no debt T' exacting Nature Live freed from the sport Of time and fortune in yand ' starry court A glorious Potentate while we below But fashion wayes to mitigate our woe We follow campes and to our hopes propose Th' insulting victor not remembring those Dismembred trunkes who gave him victory By a loath'd faâ—e We covetous Merchants be And to our aâ—mes pretend treasure and sway Forgetfull of the treasons of the Sea The shootings of a wounded conscience We patiently sustaine to serve our sence With a short pleasure So we empire gaine And rule the fate of businesse the sad paine Of action we contemne and the affright Which with pale visions still attends our night Our-joyes false apparitions but our feares Are certaine prophecies And till our eares Reach that caelestiall musique which thine now So cheerefully receive we must allow No comfort to our griefes from which to be Exempted is in death to follow thee Elegie 7. THere is no peace in sinne Aeternall war Doth rage 'mong vices But all vertues are Friends 'mong themselves and choisest accents be Harsh Eccho's of their heavenly harmonie While thou didst live we did that union finde In the so faire republick of thy mind Where discord never swel'd And as we dare Affirme those goodly structures temples are Where well-tun'd quires strike zeale into the eare The musique of thy soule made us say there God had his Altars every breath a spice And each religious act a sacrifice But death hath that demolisht All our eye Of thee now sees doth like a Cittie lye Raz'd by the cannon Where is then that flame That added warmth and beauty to thy frame Fled heaven-ward to repaire with its pure fire The losses of some maim'd Seraphick quire Or hovers it beneath the world t' uphold From generall ruine and expell that cold Dull humor weakens it If so it be My sorrow yet must prayse fates charity But thy example if kinde heaven had daignd Frailty that favour had mankind regaind To his first purity For that the wit Of vice might not except 'gainst th' Ancherit As too to strickt thou didst uncloyster'd live Teaching the soule by what preservative She may from sinnes contagion live secure Though all the ayre she suckt in were impure In this darke mist of error with a cleare Vnspotted light thy vertue did appeare T' obray'd corrupted man How could the rage Of untam'd lust have scorcht
greatnesse nere withstood Since it Empire doth support But when death makes them repent They condemne the instrument And are thought Religious for 't Pitch'd downe from that height you beare How distracted will you lye When your flattering Clients flye As your fate infectious were When of all th' obsequious throng That mov'd by your eye and tongue Nâ—ne shall in the storme appeare When that abject insolence Which submits to the more great And disdaines the weaker state As misfortune were offence Shall at Court be judged a crime Though in practise and the Time Purchase wit at your expence Each small tempest shakes the proud Whose large branches vainely sprout 'Bove the measure of the roote But let stormes speake nere so loud And th' astonisht day benight Yet the just shines in a light Faire as noone without a cloud Deus Deus Meus DAVID WHere is that foole Philosophie That bedâ—am Reason and that beast dull sence Great God! when I consider thee Omnipotent Aeternall and imens Vnmov'd thou didst behold the pride Of th' Angels when they to defection fell And without passion didst provide To punish treason rackes and death in hell Thy Word created this great All i th' lower part whereof we wage such warres The upper bright and sphaericall By purer bodies tenanted the starres And though sixe dayes it thee did please To build this frame the seventh for rest t' assigne Yet was it not thy paine or ease But to teach man the quantities of Time This world so mighty and so faire So'bove the reach of all dimension If to thee God we should compare Is not the slenderst atâ—me to the Sun What then am I poore nothing man That elevate my voyce and speake of thee Since no imagination can Distinguish part of thy immensitie What am I who dare call thee God! And raise my fancie to discourse thy power To whom dust is the period Who am not sure to farme this very houre For how know I the latest sand In my fraile glasse of life doth not now fâ—ll And while I thus astonisht stand I but prepare for my owne funerall Death doth with man no order keepe It reckons not by the expence of yeares But makes the Queene and beggar weepe And nere distinguishes betweene their teares He who the victory doth gaine Falls as he him pursues who from him flyes And is by too good fortune slaine The Lover in his amorous courtship dyes The states-man suddenly expires While he for others ruine doth prepare And the gay Lady while sh' admires Her pride and curles in wanton nets her haire No state of man is fortified 'Gainst the assault of th' universall doome But who th' Almightie feare deride Pale death and meete with triumph in the tombe Quoniam ego in flagella paratus sum DAVID FIX me on some bleake precipice Where I ten thousand yeares may stand Made now a statue of ice Then by the sommer scorcht and tan'd Place me alone in some fraile boaâ—e ' Mid th' horrors of an angry Sea Where I while time shall move may floate Despairing either land or day Or under earth my youth confine To th' night and silence of a cell Where Scorpions may my limbes entwine O God! So thou forgive me hell Aeternitie when I thinke thee Which never any end must have Nor knew'st beginning and fore-see Hell is design'd for sinne a grave My frighted flesh trembles to dust My blood ebbes fearefully away Both guilty that they did to lust And vanity my youth beâ—ray My eyes which from each beautious sight Drew Spider-like blacke venome in Close like the marigold at night Opprest with dew to bath my sin My eares shut up that easie dore Which did proud fallacies admit And vow to heare no follies more Deâ—fe to the charmes of sinne and wit My hands which when they toucht some fâ—ire Imagin'd such an excellence As th' Ermines skin ungentle were Contract themselves and loose all sence But you bold sinners still pursue Your valiant wickednesse and brave Th' Almighty Iustice hee 'le subdue And make you cowards in the grave Then when he as your judge appeares In vaine you 'le tremble and lament And hope to soften him with teares To no advantage penitent Then will you scorne those treasures which So fiercely now you doate upon Then curse those pleasures did bewitch You to this sad illusion The neighb'ring mountaines which you shall Wooe to oppresse you with their weight Disdainefull will deny to fall By a sad death to ease your fate In vaine some midnight storme at sea To swallow you you will desire In vaine upon the wheele you le pray Broken with torments to expire Death at the fight of which you start In a mad fury then you 'le Court Yet hate th' expressions of your heart Which onely shall be sigh'd for sport No sorrow then shall enter in With pitty the great judges eares This moment's ours Once dead his sin Man cannot expiaâ—e with teares Militia est vita hominis To Sir Hen Per. Sir WEre it your appetite of glory which In noblest times did bravest soules bewitch To fall in love with danger that now drawes You to the fate of warre it claimes applause And every worthy hand would plucke a bough From the best spreading bay to shade your brow Since you unforc'd part from your Ladies bed Warme with the purest love to lay your head Perhaps on some rude turfe and sadly feele The nights cold dampes wrapt in a sheeâ—e of steele You leave your well grown woods and medows w ch Our Severne doth with fruitfull streames enrich Your woods where we see such large heards of Deere Your meades whereon such goodly flockes appeare You leave your Castle safe both for defence And sweetely wanton with magnificence With all the cost and cunning beautified That addes to state where nothing wants but pride These charmes might have bin pow'rful to have staid Great mindes resolv'd for action and betraid You to a glorious ease since to the warre Men by desire of prey invited are Whom either sinne or want makes desperate Or else disdaine of their owne narrow fate But you nor hope of fame or a release Of the most sober goverment in peace Did to the hazar'd of the armie bring Onely a pure devotion to the King In whose just cause whoever fights must be Triumphant since even death is victory And what is life that we to wither it To a weake wrinckled age should torture wit To finde out Natures secrets what doth length Of time deserve if we want heate and strength When a brave quarrell doth to armâ—s proyoke Why should we feare to venter this thin smoke This emptie shadow life tâ—is which the wise As the fooles Idoll soberly despise Why should we not throw willingly away A game we cannot save now that we may Gaine honour by the gift since haply when We onely shall be statue of men And our owne monuments Peace will deny Our wretched age so brave
knowes a benefit and the contempt of it ingratitude and therefore loves but not doates on life Death how deformed soever an aspect it weares he is not frighted with since it not annihilates but uncloudes the soule He therefore stands every moment prepared to dyeâ— and though he freely yeelds up himselfe when age or sickenesse sommon him yet he with more alacritie puts off his earth when the profession of faith crownes him a martyr Domine labia mea aperies DAVID NOe monument of me remaine My mem orie rust In the same marble with my dust Ere I the spreadingst Laurell gaine By writing wanton or profane Ye glorious wonders of the skies Shine still bright starres Th' Almighties mystick Characters I le not your beautious lights surprize T' illuminate a womans eyes Nor to perfume her veines will I In each one set The purple of the violet The untoucht flowre may grow and dye Safe from my fancieâ— injurie Open my lippes great God! and then I le soare above The humble flight of carnall love Vpward to thee I le force my pen And trace no path of vulgar men For what can our unbounded soules Worthy to be Their object finde excepting thee Where can I fixe since time controuses Our pride whose motion all thingâ— roules Should I my selfe ingratiate Tâ— a Princes smile How soone may death my hopes beguile And should I farme the proudest state I 'me Tennant to uncertaine fate If I court gold will it not rust And if my love Toward a female beauty move How will that surfet of our lust Distast us when resolv'd to dust But thou Aeternall banquet where For ever we May feede without satietie Who harmonie art to the eare Who art while all things else appeare While up to thee I shoote my flame Thou dost dispence A holy death that murders sence And makes me scorne all pompes that ayme At other triumphes than thy name It crownes me with a victory So heavenly all That 's earth from me away doth fall And I from my corruption free Grow in my vowes even part of thee Versa est in luctum cythara mea IOB LOve I no orgies sing Whereby thy mercies to invoke Nor from the East rich perfumes bring To cloude thy Altars with the precious smoake Nor while I did frequent Those fanes by lovers rais'd to thee Did I loose heathenish rites invent To force a blush from injur'd Chastitie Religious was the charme I used affection to intice And thought none burnt more bright or warme Yeâ— chaste as winter was the Sacrifice But now I thee bequeath To the soft silken youths at Court Who may their witty passions breath To raise their Mistresse smile or make her sport They 'le smooth thee into rime Such as shall catch the wanton eare And win opinion with the time To make them a high sayle of honour beare And may a powerfull smile Cherish their flatteries of wit While I my life of fame begâ—ile And under my owne vine uncourted sit For I have scene the Pine Famed for its travels ore the Sea Broken with stormes and age decline And in some creeke unpittied rot away I have seene Caedars fall And in their roome a Mushrome grow I have seene Comets threatning all Vanish themselves I have seene Princes so Vaine triviall dust weake man Where is that vertue of thy breath That others save or ruine can When thou thy selfe art cal'd t' account by death When I consider thee The scorne of Time and sport of fate How can I turne to jollitie My ill-strung Harpe and court the delicate How can I but disdaine The emptie fallacies of mirth And in my midnight thoughts retaine How high so ere I spread my root 's in earth Fond youth too long I playd The wanton with a false delight Which when I toucht I found a shade That onely wrought on th' error of my â—ight Then since pride doth betray The soule to flatter'd ignorance I from the World will steale away And by humility my thoughts advance Perdam Sapientiam Sapientum To the Right Honorable the Lord Windsor My Lord FOrgive my envie to the World while I Commend those sober thoughts perswade you fly The glorious troubles of the Court. For though The vale lyes open to each overflow And in the humble shâ—de we gather ill And aguish ayres yet lightnings oftner kill o th' naked heights of mountaines whereon we May have more prospect not securitie For when with losse of breath we have orecome Some steepe ascent of power and forc'd a roome On the so envi'd hill how doe our hearts Pant with the labour and how many arts More subtle must we practise to defend Our pride from sliding then we did t' ascend How doth successe delude the mysteries And all th' involv'd designements of the wise How doth that Power our Pollitickes call chance Racke them till they confesse the ignorance Of humane wit Which when 't is fortified So strong with reason that it doth deride All adverse force o th' sudden findes its head Inâ—angled in a spiders slender thread Coelestiall Providence How thou dost mocke The boast of earthly wisdome On some rocke When man hath a structure with such art It doth disdaine to tremble at the dart Of thunder or to shrinke oppos'd by all The angry winds it of it selfe doth fall Ev'n in a calme so gentle that no ayre Breaths loude enough to stirre a Virgins haiâ—e But misery of judgement Though past time Instruct us by th' ill fortune of their crimes And shew us how we may secure our state From pittied ruine by anothers fate Yet we contemning all such sad advice Pursue to build thougth on a precipice But you my Lord prevented by foresight To engage your selfe to such an unsafe height And in your selfe both great and rich enough Resused t' expose your vessell to the rough Vncertaine sea of businesse whence even they Who make the best returne are forc't to say The wealth we by our worldly traffique gaine Weighes light if ballanc'd with the feare or paine Paucitatem dierum meorum nuncia mihi DAVID TEll me O great All knowing God What period Hast thou unto my dayes assign'd Like some old leafelesse tree shall I Wither away or violently Fall by the axe by lightning or the Wind Heere where I first drew vitall breath Shall I meete death And finde in the same vault a roome Where my â—ore-fathers ashes sâ—eepe Or shall I dye where none shall weepe My timelesse fate and my cold earth intombe Shall I'gainst the swift Parthians fight And in their flight Receive my death Or shall I see That envied peace in which we are Triumphant yet disturb'd by warre And perish by th' invading enemie Astrologers who calculate Vncertaine fate Affirme my scheme doth not presage Any abridgement of my dayes And the Phisitian gravely sayes I may enjoy a reverent length of age But they are jugglers and by slight Of art the sight Of faith delude and in their
of thy â—ight With him my fate agreeâ— Not viewing thee I 'me lost in mists at best but meteors see To THAMES SWift in thy waâ—ry chariot courteous Thames Hast by the happy error of thy streames To kisse the banks of Marlow which doth show Faiâ—e Scymors and beyond that never flow Then summon all thy Swans that who did give Musicke to death may henceforth sing and live For my Castara She can life restore Or quicken them who had no life before How should the Poplar else the Pine provoke The stately Cedar challenge the rude Oke To dance at sight of her They have no sense From nature given but by her influence If Orpheus did those senslesse creatures move He was a Prophet and fore sang my love To the right honourable the Earle of Shrewes MY Muse great Lord when last you heard her sing Did to your Vncles Vrne her off'rings bring And if to fame I may give faith your eares Delighted in the musicke of her teares That was her debt to vertue And when e're She her bright head among the clouds shall reare And adde to th' wondring heavens a new flame Shee 'le celebrate the Genius of your name Wilde with another raâ—e inspir'd by love She charmes the Myrtles of the Idalian grove And while she gives the Cyprian stormes a law Those wanton Doves which Cytherâ—ia draw Through th' am'rous ayre Admire what power doth sway The Ocean and arrest them in their way She sings Castara â—hen O' she more bright Than is the Starry Senate of the night Who in their motion did like straglers erre Cause they deriv'd no influence from her Who 's constant as she 's chaste The Sunne hath beene Clad like a neighb'ring shepheard often seene To hunt those Dales in hope then Daphnes there To see a brighter face Th' Astrologer In th' interim dyed whose proud Art could not show Whence that Ecclipse did on the sudden grow A wanton Satyre eager in the chase Of some faire Nimph beheld Castara's face And left his loose pursuite who while he ey'd Vnchastely such a beauty glorified With â—uch a vertue by heavens great commands Turn'd marble and there yet a Statue stands As Poet thus But as a Christian now And by my zeale to you my Lord I vow She doth a flame so pure and sacred move In me imp ety ' twâ—re not to love To CVPID Wishing a speedy passage to CASTARA THank es Cupid but the Coach of Venus moves For me too slow drawne but by lazie Doves I lest my journey a delay should finde Will leape into the chariâ—t of the wind Swift as the flight of lightning through the ayre Hee 'le hurry me till I approach the faire Bâ—t unkinde Seymors Thus he will proclaime What tribute winds owe to Castara's name Viewing this prodigie astonisht they Who first accâ—sse deny'd me will obey With feare what love commâ—nds Yet câ—nsure me As guilty of the blackest â—orâ—ery But after to my wishes mâ—â—deâ— provâ—â— When they know this the miracl◠〈◊〉 lâ—ve To CASâ—Aâ—â— Of â—oâ—e HOw f 〈…〉 And ore th' obedient elements command Hee 's lame as he is blinde for here I stand Fixt as the earth Throw then this Idoll downe Yee lovers who first made it which can frowne Or smile but as you please But I 'me untame In rage Castara call thou on his name And though hee 'le not beare up my vowes to thee Hee 'le triumph to bring downe my Saint to me To the Spring Vpon the uncertainty of CASTARA'S abode FAire Mistresse of the earth with garlands crown'd Rise by a lovers charme from the pâ—rtcht ground And shew thy flowry wealth that she where ere Her starres shall guide her meete thy beauties there Should she to the cold Northerne climates goe Force thy affâ—ighted Lillies there to grow Thâ— Roses in those gelid fieldâ— t' appeare She absent I have alâ— their Winter here Or if to th' â—orrid Zone â—er way she bend Her the coole breathing of Favonius lend Thither command the birds to bring their quires That Zone is temp'rate I have all his fires Attend her courteous Spring though we should here Lose by it all the treasures of the yeeâ—e To Reason Vpon CASTARA'S absence WIth your calme preâ—epts goe and lay a storme In some brest flegmaâ—icke which would conforme Her life to your cold lawes In vaâ—ne y'â—ngage Your selfe on me I will obey my rage Shee 's gone and I am â—ost Some unknowne grove I 'le finde whereby the miracle of Love I 'le turne t' a fountaine and divide the yeere By numbring every moment with a teare Where if Castara to avoyd the beames o th' nâ—igh'bring Sun shall wandring meete my streames And tasting hope her tâ—irst alaid shall be Shee 'le feele a sudden flame and burne like me And thus distracted cry Tell me thou cleere But treach'rous Fount what lover 's coffin'd here An answere to CASTARA'S question T' Is I Castara who when thou wert gone Did freeze into this melancholly stone To weepe the minutes of thy absence Where Can greefe have freer scope to mourne than here The Larke here practiseth a sweeter straine Aurora's early blush to entertaine And having too deepe tasted of these streames He loves and amorously courts her beames The courteous turtle with a wandring zeale Saw how to stone I did my selfe congeale And murm'ring askt what power this change did move The language of my waters whispered Love And thus transform'd I le stand till I shall see That heart so ston'd and frozen thaw'd in thee To CASTARA Vpon the disguising his affection PRonounce me guilty of a Blacker crime Then e're in the Large volume writ by Time The sad Historian reades if not my Art Dissembles love to veile an am'rous heart For when the zealous anger of my friend Checkes my unusuall sadnesse I pretend To study vertue which indeede I doe He must court vertue who aspires to you Or that some friend is dead and then a teare A sigh or groane steales from me for I feare Lest death with love hath strooke my heart and all These sorrowes usher but its funerall Which should revive should there you a mourner be And force a nuptiall in an obsequie To the honourable my honoured kinsman Mr. G. T. THrice hath the pale-fac'd Empresse of the night â—ent in her chaste increase hâ—r borrowed light To guide the vowing Marriner since mute Talbot th' ast beene too slothfull to salute Thy exil'd servant Labour not t' excuse This dull neglect Love never wants a Muse. When thunder summons from eternall sleepe Th' imprison'd ghosts spreads o th' frighted deepe A veile of darknesse penitent to be I may forget yet still remember thee Next to my faire under whose eye-lids move In nimble measures beauty wit and love Nor thinke Castara though the sexe be fraile And ever like uncertaine vessels saile On th' ocean of their passions while each wind Triumphs to see their more uncertaine mind Can be induc't to alter Every starre
May in its motion grow irregular The Sunne forget to yeeld his welcome flame To th' teeming earth yet she remaine the same And in my armes if Poets may divine I once that world of beauty shall intwine And on â—er lips print volumes of my love Without a froward checke and sweetely move i th' Labyrinth of delight If not I le draw Her picture on my heart and gently thaw With warmth of zeale untill I heaven entreat To give true life to th' ayery counterfeit Eccho to Narcissus In praise of CASTARA'S discreete Love SCâ—rn'd in thy watry Vrne Naâ—cissus lye Thou shalt not force more tribute from my eye T' increase thy streames or make me weep a showre To adde fresh beauty to thee now a flowre But should relenting heaven restore thee sence To see such wisedome temper innocence In faire Castara's loves how shee discreet Makes causion with a noble freedome meete At the same moment thou ld'st confesse fond boy Fooles onely thinke them vertuous who are coy And wonder not that I who have no choyce Of speech have praysing her so free a voyce Heaven her severest sentence doth repeale When to Castara I would speake my zeale To CASTARA Being debarr'd her presence BAnisht from you I charg'd the nimble winde My unseene Messenger to speake my minde In am'rous whispers to you But my Muse Lest the unruly spirit should abuse The trust repos'd in him sayd it was due To her alone to sing my loves to you Heare her then speake Bright Lady from whose eye Shot lightning to his heart who joyes to dye A martyr in your flames O let your love Be great and firme as his Then nought shall move Your setled faiths that both may grow together Or if by Fate divided both may wither Harke 't was a groane Ah how sad absence rends His troubled thoughts See he from Marlow sends His eyes to Seymors Then chides th' envious trees And unkinde distance Yet his fancie sees And courts your beauty joyes as he had cleav'd Close to you and then weepes because deceiv'd Be constant as y' are faire For I fore-see A glorious triumph waits o' th victorie Your love will purchase shewing us to prize A true content There onely Love hath eyes To Seymors The house in which CASTARA lived BLest Temple haile where the Chast Altar stands Which Nature built but the exacter hands Of Vertue polisht Though sad Fate deny My prophane feete accesse my vowes shall flye May those Musitians which divide the ayre With their harmonious breath their flight prepare For this glad place and all their accents frame To teach the Eccho my Castara's name The beautious troopes of graces led by love In chaste attempts possesse the neighb'ring grove Where may the Spring dwell still May every tree Turne to a Laurell and propheticke be Which shall in its first Oracle divine That courteous Fate decrees Castara mine To the Dew In hope to see CASTARA walking BRight Dew which dost the field adorne As th' earth to welcome in the morne Would hang a jewell on each corne Did not the pittious night whose eares Have oft beene conscious of my feares Distill you from her eyes as teares Or that Castara for your zeale When she her beauties shall reveale Might you to Dyamonds congeale If not your pity yet how ere Your care I praise 'gainst she appeare To make the wealthy Indies here But see she comes Bright lampe o th' skie Put out thy light the world shall spie A fairer Sunne in either eye And liquid Pearle hang heavie now On every grasse that it may bow In veneration of her brow Yet if the wind should curious be And were I here should question thee Hee 's full of whispers speake not me But if the busie tell-tale day Our happy enterview betray Lest thou confesse too melt away To CASTARA STay under the kinde shadow of this tree Castara and protect thy selfe and me From the Sunnes rayes Which shew the grace of Kings A dangerous warmth with too much favour brings How happy in this shade the humble Vine Doth 'bout some taller tree her selfe intvvine And so growes fruitefull teaching us her fate Doth beare more sweetes though Cedars beare more state Behold Adonis in yand ' purple flowre T' was Venus love That dew the briny showre His coynesse wept while strugling yet alive Now he repents and gladly would revive By th' vertue of your chaste powerfull charmes To play the modest wanton in your armes To CASTARA Ventring to walke too farre in the neighbouring wood DAre not too farre Castara for the shade This courteous thicket yeeld hath man betray'd A prey to wolves to the wilde powers o th' wood Oft travellers pay tribute with their blood If carelesse of thy selfe of me take care For like a ship where all the fortunes are Of an advent'rous merchant I must be If thou should'st perish banquerout in thee My feares have mockt me Tygers when they shall Behold so bright a face will humbly fall In adoration of thee Fierce they are To the deform'd obsequious to the faire Yet venter not t is nobler farre to sway The heart of man than beasts who man obey Vpon CASTARA'S departure VOwes are vaine No suppliant breath Stayes the speed of swift-hâ—el'd death Life with her is gone and I Learne but a new way to dye See the flowers condole and all Wither in my funerall The bright Lilly as if day Parted with her fades away Violets hang their heads and lose All their beauty That the Rose A sad part in sorrow beares Witnesse all those dewy teares Which as Pearle or Dyamond like Swell upon her blushing checke All things mourne but oh behold How the withered Marigold Closeth up now she is gone Iudging her the setting Sunne A Dialogue betweene NIGHT and ARAPHIL NIGHT. LEt silence close thy troubled eyes Thy feare in Lethe steepe The starres bright cent'nels of the skies Watch to secure thy sleepe ARAPH The Norths unruly spirit lay In the disorder'd Seas Make the rude Winter calme as May And give a lover ease NIGHT. Yet why should feare with her pale charmes Bewitch thee so to griefe Since it prevents n'insuing harmes Nor yeelds the past reliefe ARAPH And yet such horror I sustaine As the sad vessell when Rough tempests have incenst the Maine Her Harbor now in ken NIGHT. No conquest weares a glorious wreath Which dangers not obtaine Let tempests 'gainst the shipwracke breathe Thou shalt thy harbour gaine ARAPH Truths Delphos doth not still foretâ—ll Though Sol th' inspirer be How then should night as blind as hell Ensuing truths fore-see NIGHT. The Sunne yeelds man no constant flame One light those Priests inspires While I though blacke am still the same And have ten thousand fires ARAPH But those sayes my propheticke feare As funerall torches burne While thou thy selfe the blackes dost weare T' attend me to my Vrne NIGHT. Thy feares abuse thee for those lightâ— In Hymens Church shall shine When he by
warre Should blast my youth Should I not be thy feare CAST. In flesh may sickenesse horror move But heavenly zeale will be by it refin'd For then wee 'd like two Angels love VVithout a sense imbrace each others mind ARAPH VVere it not impious to repine 'Gainst rigid Fate I should direct my breath That two must be whom heaven did joyne In such a happy one disjoyn'd by death CAST. That 's no divource Then shall we see The rites in life were tipes o' th marriage state Our soules on earth contracted be But they in heaven their nuptials consumate To the Right Honourable HENRY Lord M. My Lord. MY thoughts are not so rugged nor doth earth So farre predominate in me that mirth Lookes not as lovely as when our delight First fashion'd wings to adde a nimbler flight To lazie time who would to have survai'd Our varied pleasures there have ever staid And they were harmelesse For obedience If frailty yeelds to the wild lawes of sence VVe shall but with a sugred venome meete No pleasure if not innocent as sweet And that 's your choyce who adde the title good To that of noble For although the blood Of Marshall Standley and ' La Pole doth flow VVith happy Brandon's in your veines you owe Your vertue not to them Man builds alone o th' ground of honour For desert's our ovvne Be that your ayme I 'le vvith Castara siâ— i th' shade from heat of businesse VVhile my vvit Is neither big vvith an ambitious ayme To build tall Pyramids i th' court of fame For after ages or to win conceit o th' present and grow in opinion great Rich in our selves we envy not the East Her rockes of Diamonds or her gold the West Arabia may be happy in the death Of her reviving Phaenix In the breath Of coole Favonius famous be the grove Of Tempe while we in each others love For that let us be fam'd And when of all That Nature made us two the funerall Leaves but a little dust which then as wed Even after death shall sleepe still in one bed The Bride and Bridegroome on the solemne day Shall with warme zeale approach our Vrne to pay Their vowes that heaven should blisse so farre their rites To shew them the faire paths to our delights To a Tombe TYrant o're tyrants thou who onely dost Clip the lascivious beauty without lust What horror at thy sight shâ—otes through each sence How powerfull is thy silent eloquence Which never flatters Thou instruct'st the proud That their swolne pompe is but an empty cloud Slave to each wind The faire those flowers they have I'resh in their cheeke are strewd upon a grave Thou tell'st the rich their I doll is but earth The vainely pleas'd that Syren-like their mirth Betrayes to mischiefe and that onely he Daâ—es welcome death whose aimes at vertue be Which yet more zeale doth to Castara move What checks me when the tombe perswades to love To CASTARA Vpon thought of Age and Death THe breath of time shall blast the flowry Spring Which so perfumes thy cheeke and with it bring So dâ—rke a mist as shall eclipse the light Of thy faire eyes in an eternall night Some melancholly chamber of the earth For that like Time devoures whom it gave breath Thy beauties shall entombe while all who ere Lov'd nobly offer up their serrowes there But I vvhose griefe no formall limits bound Beholding the darke caverne of that ground VVill there immure my selfe And thus I shall Thy mourner be and my ovvne funerall Else by the vveeping magicke of my verse Thou hadst reviv'd to triumph o're thy hearse To the Right Honourable the Lord P. My Lord. THe reverend man by magicke of his prayer Hath charm'd so that I and your daughter arâ— Contracted into one The holy lights Smil'd vvith a cheerefull lustre on our rites And every thing presag'd full happinesse To mutuall love if you 'le the omen blesse Nor grieve my Lord 't is perfected Before Afflicted Seas sought refuge on the shore From the angry Northvvind Ere th' astonisht Spring Heard in the ayre the feather'd people sing Ere time had motion or the Sunne obtain'd His province o're the day this vvas ordain'd Nor thinke in her I courted wealth or blood Or more uncertaine hopes for bad I stood On th' highest ground of fortune the world knowne No greatnesse but what waited on my throne And she had onely had that face and mind I with my selfe had th' earth to her resign'd In vertue there'â— an Empire And so sweete The rule is when it doth with beauty meete As fellow Consull that of heaven they Nor earth partake who would her disobey This captiv'd me And ere I question'd why I ought to love Castara through my eye This soft obedience stole into my heart Then found I love might lend to th'quick-ey'd art Of Reason yet a purer sight For he Though blind taught her these Indies first to see In whose possession I at length am blest And with my selfe at quiet here I rest As all things to my powre subdu'd To me Ther 's nought beyond this The whole woâ—ld is she His Muse speakes to him THy vowes are heard and thy Castara's name Is writ as faire i th' Register of Fame As th' ancient beauties which translated are By Poets up to heaven each there a starre And though Imperiall Tiber boast alone Ovids Corinaa and to Arâ— is knowne But Petrarchs Laura while our famous Thames Doth murmur Sydneyes Stella to her streames Yet hast thou Severâ—e left and she can bring As many quires of Swans as they to sing Thy glorious love Which living shall by thee The onely Sov'ragine of those waters be Dead in loves firmament no starre shall shine So nobly faire so purely chaste as thine To Vaine hope THou dreame of madmen ever changing gale Swâ—ll with thy wanton breath the gaudy saile Of glorious fooles Thou guid'st them who thee court To rocks to quick-sands or some faithlesse port Were I not mad who when secure at ease I might i th' Cabbin passe the raging Seas Would like a franticke shipboy wildly haste To climbe the giddy top of th' unsafe mast Ambition never to her hopes did faine A greatnesse but I really obtaine In my Castara Wer'â— not fondnesse then T' embrace the shadowes of true blisse And whenâ—â— My Paradise all flowers and fruits doth breed To rob a barren garden for a weed To CASTARA How happy though in an obscure fortune WEre we by fate throwne downe below our seare Could we be poore Or question Natures care In our provision She who doth afford A feather'd garment fit for every bird And onely voyce enough t' expresse delight She who apparels Lillies in their white As if in that she 'de teach mans duller sence Wh'are highest should be so in innocence She who in damaske doth attire the Rose And man t'himselfe a mockery to propose 'Mong whom the humblest Iudges grow to sit She who in purple cloathes
on earth Et alta a longè cognoscit DAVID TO the cold humble hermitage Not tenanted but by discoloured age Or youth enfeebled by long prayer And tame with fasts th' Almighty doth repaire But from the lofty gilded roofe Stain'd with some Pagan fiction keepes a loofe Nor the gay Landlord daignes to know Whose buildings are like Monsters but for show Ambition whither wilt thee climbe Knowing thy art the mookerâ— of time Which by examples tells the high Rich structures they must as their owners dye And while they stand their tennants are Detraction flatt'ry wantonnesse and care Pride envie arrogance and doubt Surfet and ease still tortured by the gout O rather may I patient dwell In th' injuries of an ill-cover'd cell Gainst whose too weake defence the haile The angry winds and frequent showres prevaile Where the swift measures of the day Shall be distinguisht onely as I pray And some starres solitary light Be the sole taper to the tedious night The neighbo'ring fountaine not accurst Like wine with madnesse shall allay my thirst And the wilde fruites of Nature give Dyet enough to let me feele I feele I live You wantons who improverish Seas And th' ayre dispeople your proud taste to please A greedy tyrant you obey Who varies still its tribuâ—e with the day What interest doth all the vaine Cunning of surfet to your sences gaine Since it obscure the Spirit must And bow the flesh to sleepe disease or lust While who forgetting rest and fare Watcheth the fall and rising of each starre Ponders how bright the orbes doe move And thence how much more bright the heav'ns abovâ— Where on the heads of Cherubins Th' Almightie sits disâ—aining our bold sinnes Who while on th' earth we grâ—veling lye Dare in our pride of building tempt the skie Universum statum ejus versasti in infirmitate ejus DAVID MY Soule When thou and I Shall on our frighted death-bed lye Each moment watching when pale death Shall snatch away our latest breath And 'tweene two long joyn'd Lovers force An endlesse sad divorce How wilt thou then that art My rationall and nobler part Distort thy thoughts How wilt thou try To draw from weake Philosophie Some strength and flatter thy poore state 'Cause t is the common fate How will thy spirits pant And tremble when they feele the want Of th' usuall organs and that all The vitall powers begin to fall When 't is decreed that thou must goe Yet whether who can know How fond and idle then Will seeme the misteries of men How like some dull ill-acted part The subtlest of proud humane art How shallow ev'n the deepest sea When thus we ebbe away But how shall I that is My fainting earth looke pale at this Disjointed on the racke of paine How shall I murmur how complaine And craving all the ayde of skill Finde none but what must kill Which way so ere my griefe Doth throw my fight to court releefe I shall but meete despaire for all Will prophesie my funerall The very silence of the roome Will represent a tombe And while my Childrens teares My Wives vaine hopes but certaine feares And councells of Divines advâ—nce Death in each dolefull circumstance I shall even a sad mourner be At my owne obsequie For by examples I Must know that others sorrowes dye Soone as our selves and none survive To keepe our memories alive Even our fals tombes as loath to say We once had life decay Laudate Dominum de caelis DAVID YOu Spirits who have throwne away That enveous weight of clay Which your caelestiall flight denyed Who by your glorious troopes supply The winged Hierarchie So broken in the Angells pride O you whom your Creators sight Inebriates with delight Sing forth the triumphs of his name All you enamord soules agree In a loud symphonie To give expressions to your flame To him his owne great workes relate Who daign'd to elevate You 'bove the frailtie of your birth Where you stand safe from that rude warre With which we troubled are By the rebellion of our earth While a corrupted ayre beneath Here in this World we breath Each houre some passion us assailes Now lust casts wild-fire in the blood Or that it may seeme good It selfe in wit or beauty vailes Then envie circles us with hate And layes a siege so streight No heavenly succor enters in But if Revenge admittance finde For ever hath the mind Made forseit of it selfe to sinne Assaulâ—ed thus how dare we raise Our mindes to thinke his praise Who is Aeternall and immens How dare we force our feeble wit To speake him infinite So farre above the search of sence O you who are immaculate His name may celebrate In your soules bright expansion You whom your vertues did unite To his perpetuall light That even with him you now shine one Wâ—ile we who t' earth contract our hearts And onely studie Arts To shorten the sad length of Time In place of joyes bring humble feares For hymnes repentant teares And a new sigh for every crime Qui quasi flos egreditur To the Right Honourable the Lady Cat. T. FAire Madam You May see what 's man in yoâ—d ' bright rose Though it the wealth of Nature owes It is opprest and bends with dew Which shewes though fate May promise still to warme our lippes And keepe our eyes from an ecclips It will our pride with teares abate Pâ—ore â—illy flowre Though in thy beauty thou presume And breath which doth the spring presume Thou may'â—t be cropt this very houre And though it may Then thy good fortune be to rest o th' pillow of some Ladies brest Thou 'lt wither and be throwne away For 't is thy doome However that there shall appeare No memory that thou grew'st heere Ere the tempestuous winter come But flesh is loâ—th By meditation to fore see How loath'd a nothing it must be Proud in the triumphes of its growth And tamely can Behold this mighty world decay And weare by th' age of time away Yet not discourse the fall of man But Madam these Are thoughts to cure sicke humane pride And med'cines are in vaine applyed To bodies far 'bove all disease For you so live As th' Angels in one perfect state Safe from the ruines of our fate By vertues great preservative And though we see Beautie enough to warme each heart Yet you by a chaste Chimicke Art Calcine fraile love to pietie Quid gloriaris in malicia DAVID SWell no more proud man so high For enthron'd where ere you sit Rais'd by fortune sinne and wit In a vault thou dust must lye He who 's lifted up by vice Hath a neighb ' ring precipice Dazeling his distorted eye Shallow is that unsafe sea Over which you spread your saile And the Barke you trust to fraile As the Winds it must obey Mischiefe while it prospers brings Favour from the smile of Kings Vselesse soone is throwne away Profit though sinne it extort Princes even accounted good Courting