chast Vows Sigh 〈◊〉 made unspotted those Blest Hands the Alters â—either care Thus PHLIâ—IS breathâ—d O breath'd sounds were Seraphic Musick words ' be gone That poor Term Thus she seemd to own Hold Fondling don't expose abroad Such sweetness to â—h ' Ayrs common Road Bewise th' Harmonious touch o th' Sphears Not Musick is the Vulgar ears Repeat the Blisses to thine own Tell Venus or Loves-self alone And feed you Lickerish eares reviv'd Your dear Joyes Fancy makes new-liv'd Whilst Cupid scores up all each word Th' Hour Minute in 's chast Loves Record PHILLIS her Lute SIght Smelling Tasting Feeling all be gone And leave with me th' officious Eare alone Go Slumber or th`whole Covent loytrers play Thou only attend Souls Favourite this way Bless bless thy self and me till seem translaed To new divine Joyes by that Hand-Created List list with reverence devoutly O Hearken th` Orbs Minstrelsy`s sham`d here below While PHILLâ—S gives Life to her sencless Lute And warbling language to what late was mute Heark what delicious strains and Heavenlyrare Do as t wer sweeten and inrich the Ayr Phebean Haâ—â—s Great Master finds his skill Scornd by th Olimpicks and but slighted still When thou once playest all listening unto thee T`whom mean hands like to Winds rude blustrings be Or th' note of bubling Brooks All Musick is Untun'd harsh Discord and but noyse to This Away all dumpish cares all pulling sorrow You Cloud-drove fly my vvorld pack til the morrovv Let me forget I`m Earth or burdened am VVith dross of flesh but t` Elemental flame Seem rarifi`d turn`d Spirits air does shevv Poor languid dance my blood your veins oreflovv In gâ—ad tides vvhilst those highst Soul-faculties Frame all a Masque that Lute Soul-revels please O there`s a svveetly svveetly-solemn strain Has laid all in a slumbering trance again And charmdall to amazement view but round How strange a Metamorphosis there 's found Men stand by th' Walls and furnish out the Room Like Arras-pictures or as to some Tomb Belong`d for Monuments whilst only flyes A glimpse of Life or Twilight from their Eyes All`s turnd a Sepulcher so whist and dead A silence raigns the sweet death welcomed O let me thus expire and melt away To dissolution Nature that Debt pay of Vapour-breath that else a boyling Feaver Stone Poyson sturdy Cout or stab might sever Sweet killing PHILLIS thus the soul to stray To Heaven `twete t` have Heaven by the way Such death were but to live the Gasps to this Ore-ravishing Delights too powerful bliss And then I dye a Martyr by thy haâ—â— Though not in wrath but spight of countermand As fleeting souls last Farwell must kiss That beauteous Hand first Fool All 's spoild by this PHILLIS Hand and Glove FAir Phillis my ambitious Muse Through its aspiring zeal wâ—'d hoâ—se Rather to charm thy hand then Glovâ— Court that Diviner form my Lovâ— T'whom Snow with th' Alablaster mine Great Style of Whiteness only assign Where azure streams in purling measure Make Cupids Isles and Place of pleasure But this eclipses vails their light And pleads Commission for 't worse spight Whilst cas'd up beautcous they appear Like sacred Twin-like Relicks there Worth 'bove all Romes like cloysterd Nun Or silver Orb involved Moons Not nak'd to each unworthy eye Or the Suns bolder kisses lye Sight fit'st for King but then devest Break forth like Morns their dusky East When silk and gold as touch more fine Some Needle-Miracle design VVhere laid to th' eye small new Creation Birds Beasts so near inanimation So true that Natures self does start Halfe mothering that meer Child of Art Mock'd by this Landskip â—ye mistakes For her own work th' Hills Plants and Lakes Sweet'st Recluse-payr you meanlyer-chòice Beauties triumph it now rejoyce Let coorser Hands now boldly shew Seek t' enamour with worse Snow Your Gloves kind pardon if I seem Transported here with what 's their Gem Chief Riches Glory wherefore spight Should not ore-long debar my sight Since I love these too even in this Fine Pâ—ittyest winning beauty is Both as it self and as ' â—is thine So dainty-shap'd Symmetrick fine Pure-white withal that iâ— might stand A rude-drawn Picture to that hand VVherein methinks breath highest sweets VVhose sublimation Iuno fits This Pattern seems for the best of gloves As that for hands like th' Queen of Leves O Cupid wouldst ordain that I Under that form might hug so nigh That loved Hand miraculous feat But ah I fear my Youthful Heat Sighs soft-breath'd whispers joyful Dance o th' panting-Heart then colder Trance With fervent raven us kisses soon Would blab the Cozenage all undone W en I 'm cashir'd eternally Whereas that Favourit-Glove laid by Recloaths that Beauty exalted is To its late Paradisiah Bliss His third Dream of FILLIS Evening Walk and Voice FIllis and I O fondly'st-kind Indulgent Stars thus still you bind Fillis and I in Evening fair Stole forth to take the Garden-air That sweet'st and mildest age of Day When Sun does sprinkle a kinder Ray Nor begets head-ach whilst Goodnight Sends from Far-West with drowsie light The Morn That plac'd like pauses sweet Tween th' Aguish fits of Cold and Heat Those harmless Gales were only straying Which dance the leaves with nicer playing Nor whisper whilst with kind of bliss Mays Flowry beauteous strangers kiss In sign of welcom toyling oft With Fillis Curles when us'd methought Reverence too least through its sin One curle disturb'd or spoyld had been Th' Ayrs Concave still'd to quiet rest Like Fillis gentle Maiden-brest Who mask'd and vailâ—d that else had soon Traversâ—d a gloomy Thick design'd With Love-maze Laborynth where inshrin'd Th' Worlds beauty appeard t was ambushplot To bear the Nightingales small throat Highâ—st strong'd to boot that prais to be The Shades prime Songster harmony With rest o th Noise who begun As if toth' then departing Sun Would chirp a merry shril Goodnight And so long sing as he gave Light Which heard the fine mirth jollity To smiling pleasure by and by Fillis puts in toth'warbling quire Fair Goddess lo which seemd t' inspire Those little creatures with their skill Who now chant Anthems t' her praise still The ruder Place seem'd Chaos-wise Turnd to a new drest Paradice Earth-Heaven so well that face and tongue Might to sweet Cherubins belong Gods wrapt with joy o th' creation T' affairs divine held strait Vacation Breaking Heavens Parliament asunder To see to hear this Mortal wonder The air trac'd in measures while cros-armd Some sate inamourd shewing Love-charmd Consulting all her soon translation From this base earth to th' starry station As their Quires Mistris while She-powrs Or praisâ—d or envi'd from their Towrs Wood-satyres skipping wildly round This masque at least my Fancy found Lo th'All of Rapture sweets how high Best Joyes the ears capacity Could reach to onely those above The dear Soul-melting Sounds of Love Her Lute was rare though dead the sound This living therefore rarer erownd That was
Loving long free That so oft hath fettered me Say if she 's fretfull and I have bands Of Pearl and Gold to bind her hands Tell her if she strugle still â— have myrtel Rods at will â—or to tame though not to kill Take thou my blessing thus go And tell her this but do not so â—est a handsome anger sly â—ik a lightning from her eye And burn thee up as well as I. How Violets came blew LOve on a day wise Poets tell Some time I wrangling spent Whether the Violets should excel â—or she in sweetest scent But Venus having lost the day Poor girls she fell on you And beat ye so as some do say Her blows did make ye blew Counsel not to love HE that will not love must be My Schollar and learn this of me There be in love as many fears As the Summers corn hath ears Sighs and sobs and sorrows more Then the sand that makes the shore Freezing cold and fiery heats Fainting swoons and deadly sweats Now an ague then a fever Both tormenting Lovers ever Wouldst thou know besides all these How hard a woman t is to please How cross how sullen and how soon She shifts and changes like the Moon How false how hallow shee s in heart And how she is on her left part How high shee s priz'd and worth but small Little thou 't love or not at all On the Willow-tree THou art to all lost love the best The only true plant found Wherewith young men and maids distrest And left off love are crown'd When once the Lovers rose is dead Or laid aside forlorn Then willow-garlands about the head Bedeau'd with tears are worn When with neglect the Lovers bane Poor maids rewarded be For their love lost their onely gain Is but a wreath from thee And underneath thy cooling shade When weary of the light The love-spent youth and love-sick maid Come to weep out the night To his Mistris to command him any thing BId me to live and I will live thy servant for to be Or bid me love and I will give A loving heart to thee A heart as soft a heart as kinde A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou cast finde That heart I le give to thee Bid that heart stay and it will stay To honor thy decree Or bid it languish quite away And it shall do it for thee Bid me to weep and I will weep While I have eyes to see And having none yet I will keep A heart to weep for thee Bid me despair and I le despaire Under that Cyprus tree Or bid me die and I will dare Even death to die for thee Thou art my life my love my heart The very eyes of me And hast command of every part To live and die for thee A Hymne to Venus GOddess I do love a girl Ruby-lipt ' and tooth't like Pearl If so be I may but prove Lucky in this maid I love I will promise there shall be Myrtels offered up to thee The good night to the Bride BLessings in abundance come To the Bride and to her Groome May the Bed this short night Know the fulness of delight Pleasures may here attend you And ere long a boy Love send you Curld and comely and so trim Maids in time may ravish him Thus a dew of graces fall On you both Good-night to all The Willow-Garland A Willow-garland thou didst send Perfumed last day to me Which did but only this portend I was forsook by thee Since it is so I le tell thee what To morrow thou shalt see Me weare the Willow after that To dye upon the tree To a Teltale Thy glowing eares to hot contention bent Are not unlike red Herings broyl'd in Lent To Baull the Cryer In thy rude Parish as thou dost profess Thou 'rt like the Baptist in the wilderness Yet ere for conscience off thy head should go Tâ—ou wouldst not cry Oyes but roare out No On deaf Joan the Ale-wife the prates to others yet can nothing heare Just like a sounding jugg that wants an eare To Zounds the Swaggerer What dost thou mean to revel roare arâ— spend To drink and drabble and swear so wilâ— thou rend Thy way to Hell The Devil will spy day At a small hole and snach his Chuck away To the same What Gulf 's within thee that thou swallow'st so It is to drown all thirsts before thou go To that Infernall hat-house such a ground Of reasons deeper than I list to sound To his Mistris WHat conscience say is it in thee When I a heart had one To take away that heart from me And to retain thy ovvn For shame and pity now incline To play a loving part Either to send me kindly thine Or send me back my heart Covet not both for if thou dost Resolve to part vvith neither Why yet to shevv that thou art just Take me and mine together On Love I Held Loves head vvhile it did ake And so it chanced to be The cruel pain did him forsake And forthvvith came to me Ah me how shal my grief be still'd Or where else shal we find One like to me who must be kild For being too too kinde To his Mistris T is evening my sweet dark let us meet Long time we have been a trying And never as yet that season could get Wherein to have had an enjoying For pity or shame then let not loves flame Be ever and ever a spending Since now to the Port the path is but short And yet our way has no ending Time flies away fast our hours do waste The while we never remember How soon our life here grows old with thâ—â— yeerâ— That dies with the next December The Fairies IF ye will with Mab finde grace 〈◊〉 Set each platter in its place Rake the fire up and get Water in ere Sun be set Wash your pales and clense your Daries â—uts are loathsome to the Fairies Sweep your house who doth not so â—â—ab will pinch her by the toe Cherry-Pit IUlia and I did lately sit Playing for sport at Cherry-pit â—â—e threw I cast and having throwne â— got the pit and she the stone To Robbin Redbrest When I 'me led out for dead let thy last kindness be With leaves and moss-work for to cover me And while the wood-nimphs my cold corps inter Sing thou my Dirge sweet warbling Chorister For Epitaph in â—oliage next write this Here here the tomb of William Redley is His Vision to his Mistris I Dream'd we both were in a bed Of Roses almost smothered But then I heard thy sweet breath say Faults done by night will blush by day I kist thee panting and I call The night to record that was all But ah if empty dreams so please Love give me more such nights as these Charon and Philomel A Dialogue sung PHIL CHaron O gentle Charon let me woo thee By tears and pity now to come unto me Ch. What voice so sweet
but hollow Timbers noise This sweet warm lovely Womans voice Religion swayd else I had nigh Been guilty of Voice-Idolatry FILLIS and the Nightingale RAre charming Voice but O how rare Breath'd by that She so only fair Whose face and bodies beauties be Compos'd with so rare Symmetry Heavens choice design so sweetly accorded One Heavenly Consort all afforded And were the Harmony o' th Eye Seem'd Natures silent Melody Nere man so doubly-blest th' eye ear Record it Love t was only here Each trembling Noat those Corals wrought VVhen born seem'd swaddled wrapt methought And as soon dying Embalm'd within So sweet breath as perfum'd't had been Came flying in a precious air Of Odors 'bove Arabian far The same sweet noats you would have deemd The several souls of Musick seemd VVhilst the whole Song rare sweetst compound VVherein th' Ear's Sugar Sytrop found O could I 've caught and kept alive Those precious sounds beyond reprive Those Spirits of Sweetness as they flye So t'have had constant Melody Nay Phillis self still by me in those Her Breath preserv'd and relick'd close Had servâ—d for soveraign protection GaÃnst poysnous Plagues and all infection If that famâ—d Harp could Rivers cause To stand at wanton gaze and pause Beasts stubborn Rocks and burly Trees Made dance in Antique Revels thess Her voice must greater Magick prove And make them court her fall in Love VVhile Fillis breath'd and closâ—d her song Behold a pritty vvonder sprung Th' ambitious Nightingale replyd Through pertest emulations pride Chief Chorister I ' th feathered Court To th' Royal Eagle fam`d in sport VVould sing her part and nimbly runs Her fine-poiz'd quaint Divisions Novv Fillis then the Nightingale Novv she then she vvhich should prevail The Chirper falls to earnest novv No more must jesting strains allovv T is sober Duel no idle play Sharp brest-conâ—ention for the day Till the poor Bird presumes still higher As life vvould forfeit and expire VVhich pittying I vvas fain to intreat Her softer heart vvould make retreat And end the dangerous strife so nigh By yeelding a false Victory This quarrel must not the loss prove Of such a voice to th' Spring and Grove Her Mercy rather should reprive Double honors Trophie keep alive VVhen loth to stifle yet my blisses I silenc'd those svveet lips vvith Kisses Though but th' ears airy joyes transfer'â— To th' solid touch so sav'd the Bird His fourth Dream of Cressas Funeral the Love of Difloris IS any Pastors care so deaf to Fame That has not heard of fairest Cressas name So us'd to bleatings whom that Funeralknel Which groand this Nimph to earth did hearts congeal Hath not arriv'd to happy sure 's that He In this since knows not th' common Misery Distresâ—d Arcadias loss with whom does share Nature Grand Mourner her beloved fair Cloyster'd in dust nor without company Dy'd she alone a hundred seemd to dye In Sorrow with her The Suns self was gone Fast from her Funerals and Night came on To bring her Sables O what new-rais'd Train Of Goblâ—ns strook my sight which rov'd the plain With such dire ceremony ruful guize As each did his own Funeral solemnize Lo Deaths March t was First went young swains by pair Each crownd with mournful Cipress Usherer To th solemn Herse Those four next to ' that leâ— Bare Shieldes where pictur'd on a cole-black beâ— A pale dead Virgin lay prepar'd as t were To Bridals and which beauteous did appear Even in death by deaths black arms imbract And over in white Characters was plac't This this my Lover this my Bridal So All pass'd along But following th' Hersâ— did go A single Swain how dismal-lookt slow pac't Trust bulk of wretchedness ore whose face cast A meer Life-damp seem'd Ghost to th' Corps before Sighs storm'd about him whilst he drench'd their shore His torrent eys and thus would needs excel Surpass in grief About his Hat mix'd wel Forsaken Willow Cipress where above This written Deaths my Rival Next does move the Virgin-train in white which Censers bear â—ark-vail'd like Dooms-day Planets Torch-light there â—orc't frightful Noon And thus they softly trace â—ire measure how unwilling to th sad place â—here they must leave their slumbring Nimph behind â— ' enrich the Covetous Earth which half struck blind the Youth beheld never spake Sorrow more Then now in silence different Passions store â—ere sighs there tears pale looks there yet all one Consort in Grief This general alone All look'd their utmost til now lost the sight With whom their eyes seemâ—d as 't were bury'd quite And blind to upper things in earth beneath Are following her as if in spite of death Would stil enjoy with many a pitying muse The rude ore churlish mold should so abuse That daintiest Body which though one more nice Las now complain'd not but death-tranced lyes What Maiden adiews what tears Swain kiss'd the Place All saying Richer-gem'd Earth never was Epitaph HEre Chastity it self doth lye And Beautie's self whom never eye Nor tongue could tempt as yet love Till Death his violent dart did prove And powerful'st wou unto his Bed Though She was even then Ravished PHILLIS Complaint WHy was I born Or not born blind Though thence the scorn Of whol mankind Their Pity or Wonder That so I 'd Womans Shape nere known 〈◊〉 seâ—ing had I mist but one But Thine alone We only kept asunder â—then kinde Heavens you had blest A Soul of Anguish That 's now condemn'd to sad unrest And endlesly must languish Yet check my Heart no more These Plaints give â—re Since thou hadst rather die through her rejection Then not have seen so rare perfection On his retired Lady I. VVHen you were born sure nature meaâ— some other thing Whose 〈◊〉 by your discontent Youl 'd peevishly to ruine bring The Sun doth shine the stars hold forth And so should you expose your worth II. Why should a face whose Magick may weak seuls recruit The 〈◊〉 and the veils obey Or wherefore should that tongue be mute 〈…〉 many to mortal ears Sinâ—s â—igh and sweeter then the Sphears III. Each for her Coâ—ntreys welsare came into the earth Part of her best paâ—ts we may claim As truly forfeit at her birth Yet since forc't bâ—ons are not so kinde We 'l beg your face and vertuous minde IV. As did Medusa by her eyes to stones convert Each daring look so thine surprise But 't is not with Medusa's art As flesh to stones transformed she So stony hearts are broke by thee V. Thy sacred lips where cherries grow set round with spiâ—e Whence loves Eleâ—tars freely 〈◊〉 Why in recess constrain'd so nice Sure he shall die unblest that â—iffes The famouâ—â—ooty of your kisses VI Will thy bright beams be ere the less for lighting me 〈…〉 thy comliness 〈…〉 thy dignity 〈…〉 no longer in the Mines 〈…〉 and yet she shines VII Pray what â—vails Diana's tower Or what consent Is couched in the golden shower While she receives imprisonment The life of beauty 's by resort Not in the priâ—on but the Court VIII 〈…〉 cheeks abroad 〈…〉 no more Those Gâ—ms each 〈◊〉 would applaâ—d 〈◊〉 with a 〈◊〉 adore 〈…〉 your self and we in this 〈…〉 greateâ— share in bliss 〈…〉