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Carmina vestalia being three epistles to Harmonia, Corinna, and Sophronia, &c. / by a person of quality ; to which are added several poems by another hand.
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give If that in silent Shades and Groves you live Is it not for the Nymphs to say they love Or yet to Court that Swain which they would have Abandon Grief and to the Nymph disclose Your Pain your Thoughts perhaps she may compose Th. Thanks to Corydon to these Shades all Hail Oft as you pipe may you o're Nymphs prevail I to the glorious Thisbe will repair Than Lilly's and the blooming Rose more fair But some bright Nymphs knowing their strength is great Are yet more riggid than the Laws of Fate For where they most are loved they most will hate To a young Lady who desired me to send her Pastor-Fido HERE what each Nymph so tenderly has said Worthy the view of ev'ry spotless Maid I in conformity to your commands Have by * A Page Antonio sent unto your Hands Flowry Meads shady Groves and purling Streams The which invite the Sun 's luxuriant Beams And make him privy to those Acts of Love Which by his bounteous warmth he doth improve Is what the Poet here discants upon Sincere his Love and innocent his Song Yet lovely charming Fair take this from me Of all these Nymphs there 's not a Nymph like thee Vpon a young Lady playing on the Espinette A Fairer Creature Heav'n did ne'er create Lo Shining Angels all around her wait When e're the Goddess shakes the tuneful string As pleased each Seraph claps his splendid Wing Araid in light they hover all around So sweet her looks so moving is the sound If we such Glory in Belinda see O how pure How bright must Heav'ns shril Choir be Divine in Mein and negligent in Dress Her lovely Finger on the Key does press The willing Notes she strikes both true and clear At once she Charmes and glads the Ear. Vpon a young Lady leaving of England HOW fading are the empty Joys on Earth Ev'n sweetest Pleasures vanish in their Birth The sparkling Sun the Moon and Stars go round Nothing thro' the wide Globe is constant found This lovely Nymph a Venus in her Charmes Soft as her Eyes and tender as her Arms. No longer now in Britains Isle will stay But to remotest Regions flies away So once when Angels visited below They unto Man their radiant Lustre shew Yet least with Saints he should familiar grow They strait to Heav'n their glorious Forms withdraw Vpon the Death of Mrs. Anne P ch HOW large Mysterious is the Pow'r of Fate Destroying still oft as the Gods create This Heav'nly Nymph pure as the Morning Star Or bright Aurora in her glitt'ring Char. High Empress o' th Day whose smiles command More than the Scepter in a Monarch's Hand Each od'rous Flow'r the Vilet Pink and Rose To her the treasure of their Sweets disclose Whilst gentle Swains lye slumb'ring in the Mead And e're the peaceful Flocks arise to feed Yet O! the Nymph that once appear'd so bright Set on her Charmes in everlasting Night No more will the Arcadian Groves rejoyce Or bless the Meads with her harmonious Voice On the cold Earth that tender Bosomes laid Which to the Youth a Heav'n of bliss display'd When they at Leu Basset or Omber plaid All frosen are those Limbs and Arms which must With her soft Fingers crumble into Dust Let therefore now this short Inscription be Grav'd on her Tomb for ev'ry Nymph to see Dum juga montis aper fluvios dum piscis amabit Dumque Thymo passentur apes dum rore cicadae Semper honos nomenque tuum laudesque in anebimt Virg. Ecl. v. The VISIT ON a blest Eue when the mild Daphnis went And with Aurelia some gentle Hours spent That to the youthful Swain was ever kind Till fate Usurp'd the Empire of her Mind Noble Floralia with bright sparkling Eyes Rich in her Cloaths and of a beautious sise Came smiling in the Gamesters to surprise The Cards put up each Chair was caus'd to move On which were wrought a thousand Tales of Love By chast Arcadian Nymphs which all excell That on this solid Globe as Pilgrims dwell Their and our Doom are since old Adam fell Her Tippet from her Neck Floralia drew And to the Swain her naked bosome shew A Scene of bliss reveal'd more white than Snow Exceeding all our groveling Thoughts below A deal of pleasant Chat amongst them past How fair was Caelia and how small her waste What handsom Swain a Virgins Heart possest Who finely Danc'd and who most nicely drest Yet oh On Earth the greatest Bliss we find Is but two Minutes or few Days confin'd The Night advanc'd nor cou'd Floralia stay She rose she took her Fan and went away When I and chast Aurelia fell to play PHILOMELA WHen glorious Sol had quit the crimson East And gently drove his Chariot to the West Fair Philomel within a shady Bow'r Sat making Nosegays of the Jes'min Flow'r Pleased with her soft retreat the lovely Maid Upon the Bank her Gloves and Tippet laid Where sparking Jacinths with the Lillies twine Bright as those Gems which o're Mount Aetna shine Oft as the Queen of Night ascends her Throne Visits the Groves and casts her Influence down The Nymph fearing no harm divinely Sung Hymns chast Atonena to her Th'orbo strung Whilst all her Hair and Garments loosely hung Each wanton Zephyr with the muslin plaid Which on her smooth and snowy Bosome laid Yet oh when chearful Birds begun to sing Hopping from Bough to Bough and Spring to Spring When the wide Plain each parly Mead was still And Turtles with their Mates would Coo and Bill A Youth well drest but of a haughty Mein That oft at Seiges and at Fights had been Fearing no Colours where the Prize was Love Boldly he stept into the Cyprian Grove The Nymphs to gather Primroses were gone That Day and left fair Philomel alone The charming Nymph surprised to see a Man Ne'er staid to take her Tippet Gloves or Fan But hastily from out the Arbour ran Nosegays and Flow'rs there in abundance fell From of her fragrant Lap that cou'd not tell Which way to go incompas'd all around With Dangers thick as Vilets on the Ground A thousand ways the Nymph essay'd at last She took her heels but ran so mighty fast That quickly she was out of breath and fain To loose her Stays or she had dy'd with pain Bright Juno then of her Compassion took Grieving to see how Philomela shook With fear sent down a bless'd Celestial Maid That from the Grecian Youth the Nymph convey'd To make a Married Life happy A Brisk young Wife who did a Fortune bring Proves to her Husband a vexatious Thing Yet those advantages to him she gives By her in his Posterity he lives She takes of him when sick a prudent Care In his misfortunes bears an equal share To her for ease he does his Griefs impart Her pleasant Converse often chears his heart And when if she survive he ends his Life She does the Office of a pious Wife Set these against her Ills and you will find Reasons to quiet your uneasie Mind But if you 'll strive her temper to reclaim Slight these good Things the bad expose to shame And no Compliance to her humour lend To your vexations ne'er shall be an end A DREAM ONE Night with sleep my Senses being opprest Fixt on that Thought which still o'er rul'd my Breast In Mourning dress with silence did appear She of her Sex was to my Soul most dear Cinthia methought I said and gaz'd a while Where 's thy accustom'd Look and chearful Smile What sad occasion thus disturbs thee now And hangs that gloomy sadness on thy Brow She only sigh'd and off'ring to depart I snatch'd her Hand and laid it to my Heart And whilst I in this trembling Rapture stand She took and held me by my other Hand I thought my Heart 'twixt Joy and Grief would break Adding with Tears my Dear I prithee speak And grasp'd her fast she strugling to be gone Till wak'd but then I found my self alone The Miseries attending Mankind OH Misery of Mankind For at the Bar Are Strifes and Quarrels at our Houses Care In Fields hard Labour Dangers on the Sea Who Travels rich can ne'er from Fears be free Grievous is want Marriage eternal Strife A single is a solitary Life Children bring Care and Trouble to have none The Happiness of Wedlock is not known Our Youth is Folly e'er we can grow wise We 're Old and loaded with Infirmities So we may wish who have the Experience try'd That we had ne'er been born Or soon as born had dy'd To HIMSELF WHEN fumes of Wine ascend into my Brain Care sleeps and I the bustling World disdain Nor all the Wealth of Cressus I esteem I sing of Mirth for Jollity's my Theme With Garlands I my ruby Temples Crown Keeping rebellious Thoughts of business down In Broyls and Wars while others take delight I with choice Friends indulge my Appitite Then fetch more Bottles boy and Charge us round We 'll fall to Bacchus Victims on the ground Nor value what dull Moralists have sed I 'm sure 't is better to be Drunk than Dead On a Lady Stabbing her self A Lady Inflam'd with Anger Grief and Shame Despising Life yet careful of her Fame Wounds her fair Breast tho' arm'd with Innocence Could suffer Death but could not the Offence Her Steel was sharp her End with Glory Crown'd She sought Revenge and valu'd not the Wound This so appeas'd her Rage that being Dead She look'd like one reveng'd not Injured 'T was Beauty sinn'd said she then let it dye That forc'd me to this last Extremity Were 't not for Beauty I had guiltless been For it was That made lustful Tarquin Sin So I to Violence a Prey was made No Tears avail'd when Vertue was betray'd Haughty he was my Beauty proud as he They made me Slave but thus my self I free FINIS Note There will shortly be Publish'd by the same Author a Panegyrick in Verse together with some other Poems