to it's fate does bring Of such a one deserves in th' memory Of all to bee imprinted with such ioy Thinke how much more does his commander maker Merit in hearts what ioy should each partaker Of such a knowledge have as doth containe His leaving of the wombe who brought to paine A period and so much felicitie As not enioying of it who 's the hee That can describe it they who have this blisse Can say no more then as it shal be it is Now for a roome now for a downy bed Neately arted where the mother must be layd Now for the pledges of each ioyfull heart 〈◊〉 but where is it where is this desert â—ayd not in Bethelem the costly roome Is a base ugly stable now become The glorious bed turn'd to an oxes stall The ioy to plots how to bring him to thrall This is the entertainment that they gave To him who brought a Corrosine to save â—s from hell's poyson Nor was 't any such â—ime dated glory that hee valewd much â—et him but have for this most sumptuous roome 〈◊〉 heart deckt rich with vertue It will come More welcome to him And for all the rest One that will say in thee I 'm onely blest LOVES LOOKINGGLASSE CHRISTS PASSION MAns only friend by man is doomd to bee An underling to worthlesse destiny Hee who even now an endlesse life could give Must now be faine to say he must not live Must not alas hee will not and all is To gaine his enemy immortall blisse Shew mee a Gordian Priest so holy bent As to submit to such a punishment Shew mee a man too that would choose to dye Rather then 's brother should thus punish't bee Shew me a child would consecrate his breath Rather then 's father should be hurt to death Shew mee a father that would take this doome Rather then 's progeny should have a toombe Shew mee a Subject that is term'd a hee Devoted so much unto piety That rather then his king should suffer this He would forgoe all lifes sweet happinesse Shew me a mother that would doe so much For her owne babe and all without a grutch And is' t not worth a wonder here that one Should suffer for 's foe such affliction It does command thy admiration man For it was caus'd by thy greate Ocean Excelling sins thy king thy God must doe All this to make thee to forsake thy woe To leave thy hunger and to take thy foode To make thee only to accept thy good And is this all too little wilt thou still Take hunger and leave foode fly good love ill The Pelican can doe no more but leave Her life the pretty young ones for to save And if they will run from her how can she Become their helper in that misery The hen but guards and if the chicke will stray From under her it must be the kites prey Yet stay fond man thou hast a better guide One that will call thee when thou goest aside One that will rather thy entreater bee Then have thee banisht heavens felicitie Hee dyes for us we sin yet his desire Pursues us that wee to his grace aspire The Argument of Romeos and Juliets ROmeo and Iuliet issues of two enimies Mountegue and Capulet Citizens of Verona fell in love one with the other hee going to give her a visit meetes Tybalt her kinsman who urging a fight was slaine by him for this Romeo was banished and resided at Mantua where be received an Epistle from Iuliet LOVES LOOKING-GLASSE Iuliet to Romeo FOr health and happinesse doth Iuliet pray To come to Romeo and his Mantua His Mantua O in that title blest Would my poore fame could have such happy rest Once it was so once could this poore breast boast Rich only then of being Romeo's hoast No sooner doe sleepes charmes upon me cease But fancie straight disturbes me of my ease Her troopes she brings in which me thinkes I see Most of the horrour call its subject thee First here comes Tybalt tho'onely cause of all That stiles our miserie originall Fir'd at thy sight in 's fury now his breath Has no issue saving what treats of thy death Then say I what dares man presume to give Death that which heaven hath only chose to live In thee sweet Romeo such perfection lyes As would make up another Paradise What has Elysium that is not in thee A blisse that will weare out eternitie Where is that blisse if not in Romeo's love Can Iuliet ought else happier then that prove When thou dost speake a quire of Angels make From all their notes thy voyce a being take Thy eye casts beames that looke as if they were Contain'd in one above a naturall sphare Thy breath is alwayes so delicious As if thou hadst command o're Zephyrus And 'fore my dreame was ended powers had sent Thee valour to inflict a punishment Upon him for his boldnesse which was done And then me thought I did begin to moane But then I 'gan to cry why should these eyes Pay to a griefe unlawfull sacrifice Why should I weepe because my enemy Became Fates slave and Romeo from it free Is he a friend that would deny to give But rather take away by what I live My life my dearest joy my Romeo Yet are my roses overcome by woe From thee they had their name and sure thy love Their planter nourisher blossomer did prove From thy sweet lips when thou didst first salute Me at the Maske my cheekes did steale this sute Of crimson and since thou didst kisse more free They got what made up their maturitie As that celestiall * His breath gale its wonted course Enjoy'd it was their blossomers sweet nurse When I resolv'd the author of all this I straight bethought how many trespasses I had committed wasting so away In griefe of his dire foe so rich a May. And yet me thought I a parcaker had In this my sorrow pardon if I said It was thy selfe Then quickly thus cry'd I Romeo is one of my societie Fame growing big with envy ' cause on mee Are fixt the rayes of such a deitie My Romeo loves me and her snaky twines Take from that noble wrath their wrinkled lines Shee bursts and in each eare the poyson fly'es Carrying of Tibalt's death the Prince espies Some murmur for him he soone questions why The murmur is who has this sad reply Search soone was made for thee whom in my armes I catcht into my bed These sudden harmes Strugling to keepe from thee and fearing lest Thou shouldst be tooke all sleepe was from me cast Then did I close'em and cry'd prethee stay But thou wert gone alas to Mantua Could no high pow're inspire their wills into Our great annoynted That my Romeo His Iuliets bed might still have blest could none Of thy divine parts plead must thou be gone Is Mantua the onely place that must Have of my Romeo the happy trust Mee thinkes I heare the pretty birds begin To consecrate
Lavish to any in such gifts but mee Let it suffice that the bright sun and morne Shines ' ore them teach them not the south to scorne But let mee have 't twill make me immortall grow Thy light thy sweets if thou canst stoope so low To Doctor Gill on calling mee his friend T is to thee Gill I send and though my verse Has not a Gemme fit for Gustavus hearse Yet I can deck a Phillis and it is That sure which made mee gaine the happinesse Of thy rich Friend-ship Mars did daigne to stile Each light a blisse that came from Venus smile Nor can I read that hee thought Lemniack Arms More worthy of him then the Paphian Charmes Let it not then beget a blush in thee That this thy warlike fancie chose out mee Thou ador'st Mars and I the Queene of love To imitate him thou my Friend shouldst prove A Pastorall Poem SHine faire Clorinda let thy Silvius see No more Eclipses but of miserie Shoote forth thy beams that the proud boasting day May then confesse her every borrowed ray Let not the Easterne King forsake thy sight For he will surely yield thou gavest him light Why should that face bee subject to a cloud Which beauty ever yet hath made its shroud Did nature take such paines was all this done To bee a prey to base oblivion Here is my verse and though it treats of thee The onely erectresse of this war in mee Yet rather then it should have such a doome My fancie and my selfe should have a tombe An Architect has never a desire To see his worke as soone as done expire Shee is the chiefest and thy selfe doth prove How much she is with a blest fame in love Thou once could'st wound and canst thou not again Appeare as glorious as th' appear'dst then Thou first do'est captive but the second time Thou 'lt mount my fate unto its wisht for clime That is when th' holy Rhetoricke of thine eye Fathom'd showes thou wilt my Clorinda be To Coelia on tendring her trosses THe ordour of these is beneath That which comes from your heavenly breath Then not as adders take and prize But as to your breath a sacrifice To my worthy Master Mr. Webbe Master in Musicke and the Kings servant c. Sir THough my iuyce runs not within a lake Which from an Orphens may some blessings take Though my reed has had the hard fate to play Dissonant to you yet my Coelias Ray Has made mee so much happy as to bee A harbourer of you in my Poetry All I entreat is that you would but please To give these warbles of their blushes ease My pipe is yet a virgin and the feare Of a presumption makes the redds appeare So much within its notes say you t is well And that 's enough the crimson to expell On my doubting Coelia had bin dead YEt I 'le not say death has her lest that day Crave an entombing with her and night sway The scepter in Elysiums floare then would Th'earth-nourishing eye a darker empire hold Death would proclaime it only that he might Graspe in his earthly armes dame natures light But if 't be so give the birds leave to have The happinesse of chirping her to grave And not the dull note of one * The country bell bell let then The flowers that liv'd by her so dye that when They yield their sweets and colours all may know They give her hearse but what they to her ow. I have a debt to pay her for a flame Which from her eyes unto my poore brest came Yet t is not so would heav'n give leave to death In such a one to make his dart a sheath Would they let such a one bee vermins foode Whose beauty sweetnes and whose all o're good They kept so for their palace if 't bee so Some gentle fame give mee the blisse to know I come my Coelia death being blest with thee Where can I have but there felicitie On the death of that beauteous virgin Mistris Eliz Farmerie daughter to the right Worshipfull my most honoured friend John Farmerie Dr. in Law Chancellour of Lincolne c. T Is not enough to weepe for if it were Nature would bee dissolved into a teare Fancy would glory if that it could bring Pure Helicon to bee a briny spring Perhaps deare beauty thou didst only come To teach how we should know Elysium T is our parts then to ioy not weep that we Had the blest sight of such felicitie Heaven will not be lesse glorious and to grieve For thy departure hence a cause may give Of kindling wrath in it because we goe For thy being theirs the Pilgrimage of woe We saw the Sun the moone the Stats when life Was pleasd to name thy divine selfe it's wife We saw thy eyes too in whose every glance A greater lustre then theirs seemd to dance Beauty wee see which once Apelles drew But never such as did appeare in you We smelt Arabia yet far beneath Was it in our thoughts thy celestiall breath Wee perus'd vertues actions but by thee Wee thought her exceld in divinity In brightnes beauty sweetnesse vertue all Might thee their only great example call Is it prophane to sorrow for thee How Will that sin fill the world when as they know That thou art gone though wee joy for their blisse Wee must needs sigh when wee knew what it is That is fled from us Ti 's the sweetest faire Death gave heaven light while we here darkned are And then my candle went out On the death of my most honoured vncle William Prujean Doctor in Phisicke c. THus does our blisse decline thus does deaths shade Mufle the lustre of each Thespian maide Thus does Apollo lose his radiant dresse Thus Aesculapii loose their happinesse In thy blest ash what does not buryed ly That may give gods and men felicity Why are you tardy when you should appeare And teach mee how to bleede a worthy teare Or make sweete Ovid burst out of his cell To bring your griefe to fame me thinks they tell Mee that thou art not dead proud destiny Has but thy shroude of flesh not memorie T' is only wee that lose-thee now th' art gone From us the glory comes to them alone But since thy merits so celestiall were They might have made thy nature a blest Starre For what thou had'st was counted so divine That it could nee're in too much glory shine Yet while my verse has life nothing shall bee That 's thine a slave to more obscurity On my hearing that Coelia was dead VVHat is shee dead 1'st not enough to bee A slave to love but must such misery Claime my tears too helpe me yee Nymphs to make My taske an end If your cleere crystall lake Meets but my streame I may perhaps compose A sacrifice most fitting for my woes But durst fate seise upon thee could he tell Thy heavenly body from thy soule so well Did it excell earths guilder did
by trh'eares Woman If whence this name had birth you faine would know God made the man but 't was it made the woe Beauty Beauty decayes they say when age does comes But I say no while paint may have a roome Omnia fert aetas Omnia fert aetas no it cannot bring Mun Salter but hee will with th' cuckooe sing To Erasmus That thou' rt a man each of thy learn'd works shows But yet thy name tells us thou wast a mouse To Cornutus Such a one is thy wife thou' rt very kinde To have her for thy selfe thy foe or friend To one who sayd shee lov'd a souldier best of all men I like thy choyce for 't is not to be feard But when thou hast him he 'll stand to his guard To Catiline Valiant thou wert witnesse thy death they give But I had rather without valour live To a beauteous maide being none of the wisest that disdained a Scholar because hee was not handsome You both want something thou want'st wit and hee Is none of th' fairest beauty and wit agree To Besse Broughton Ben Ionson wisht thy pox at Vulcans court No doubt but 't is or something better for 't To a rich man dead Living none lov'd thee worse now thou art in Thy grave none love thee better then thy kin Of Poets Fame gives a poet's very pretty Then Why never lov'd for poets are all men A Caveat 'T is true I never u'sd to ly but yet They call mee poet then there 's feare of it The Proverbe Never late to repent the people say Yet Wat is hang'd though he repents to day Coelius * Vide Mart. Coelius say's that there 's no high power but I By Besses voyce will prove he tells a ly Quinta Quinta was whipt for having of a cracke And yet the Iudges daughter broke her back The Mounsier The Mounsier swears that he must yet be higher Take heed above 's the element of fire Of Ben Iohnsons death Here lyes the Fox then what neede wee Fear't in a glasse of sacke be free Drink 't off By Iesus Ben does sweare Vulpona ne're shall hurt us here On Shanks Shanks sweares he fasts and alwaies cries for beefe O how he fasts that 's how fast eates the thiefe A phrase in Poetry Fairer then that word faire why so she must Or be as blacke as Timothies toasted crust Of Ponticus Ponticus questions me who is a Whore I bid him looke about and hee 'll say more My antagonist in love ONe that was my Antagonest in love Vnto my Mrs. did the favorit prove His cloathes his Haire although it was his fate To bribe the hangman for that robe on 's pate Was still commended which did make mee goe Suite my selfe like him bribe the hangman too All would not doe still he was in her eye Still like him did I ever strive to bee At last he got the pox Nay then cry'd I Farewell even take her And send thee much joy To Captaine Timerous learning to daunce Captain thou needst no teaching to be swift In th' foote for as I heare 't is natures gift A Cobler A fellow askt a Cobler if hee had The art of making soules good that were bad No answered hee but if your soulebee dry In Hell I 'll liquer't if you 'll bring 't to mee To Mons Lafoole learning to sing The note of prickesong is Lasoull but thou Wilt make it with thy wit Lafoole I know On Cottus Cottus e're lying in his bed forsweares And why it has been sould this sixteene yeares On Battus Battus sweares that hee 'll neere be drunk and still The pot shall never bee from 's head by 's will To Mons Vertiger Hee that does carpe at others 't is because Hee has no wit then come thou into this clause To I. Day the scrivener My verse is like an old house 't cannot stand With credit till it bee helpt by thy hand Thou mak'st it weare out times large running I Am bound to thee and not my poetry To Dr. Gill. To thee great Gill my fearfull muse does fly To get a guard for her fam'd Poetry When thou but once commendest not a looke Of envious William will behold my booke To the Examples of all beauty my honoured Cousins Mistris Margaret Mary Katherine St. George Continuance of what they have wisheth T. P. Honoured Cousins THe Mariner so layes his Stody that when his Ship hath got into Neptunes gentle embraces it may not goe out againe Before I sent a worke which you liked and with a gentle looke was pleas'd to peruse it with a faire acceptance gave it welcome Should I trust to another fate it might bee dangerous Therefore since my former have sped so well I have presum'd to honour with your Names this Dedication If you but send faire weather this time J shall ever bee Your devoted Shipman Tho. Prujean LOVES LOOKING-GLASSE DIVINE AND HUMANE The Divine one in Christs Birth and Passion faithfully showne The Humane one in foure Epistles of Iuliets Romeos Lisanders Calistas By Tho. Prujean Student of Caius and Gonvile Colledge in Cambridge LONDON Printed for Hugh Perry neere Ivy Bridge in the Strand 1644. LOVES LOOKING-GLASSE CHRISTS BIRTH A King of Kings framer and governour Of all in all the all titles meriter Who reines the stormy fiend who calmes the blasts Of Aeols sons who roughs and smooths like glasse The Iustie Ocean when wantoning With Boreas shee oft makes fate to sing A victory over Nature Hee who can Create and chaos heaven earth sea and man All with a breath A Triple unity Beeing one yet three three yet a single hee Who gives a birth to winter hee whose power Causes the virgins blush and every flower To breath so sweetely By whom Cynthia's light Casts such a glorious obiect to our sight Who gives to Ceres all her beauteous glory The Muses deity and of all the story Had Virgil sung for his Aeneas fame This Mighties praise truth had shin'd in his name For all the titles he could e're have faign'd Would not have beene with falsety once stain'd Who gave both name beeing and place to nature Hee tooke a shrine and once became a creature Trod earths poore paths who could in heaven sit Or in a glory for his worth more sit Now must wee thinke what pomping should have beene When such a one to grace earth does begin A Kings saluting of the world gives all Glories attendance exercise Here call The towers loud voyces men to joy and here We see a house burnt for a bonefire Now doe the terren Phoebuses begin To strive who first should verse his welcome in What does exceed endeavour Here they dresse A chamber with arts chiefest comlinesse To entertaine the mother with a bed Worth more then all the stocke that Croesus had Besides all this we here enioy the noyse Of Wills and Richards balling out Rejoyce And only that if nothing else one ring Like to a Star the babe
tydings Every silver Spring Glories when that Lisander it may bring Vnto a happy shoare Never a friend Is there of mine but does thy valour send As if it were a Marses Some did tast That were their enemies of what thou hast When as the Sylvian gods had left them to * Ruine thou conquenedst that fiercer foe For strangers thou didst hazzard out the dye Then must Cleander know thy cruelty Must friendship have no recompence but this What is in it that can bee happines Each sonne to Aeol when they waft away What thou hast done will lose their dresse of day And bee turn'd with its foule infection To cloudy vapors Is Cleander gone And by Lisander has the frowne of fate Lowr'd on him O unhappy friendships â—â—ate To what did all the sighs and teares of thine Tend when thou didst commend thy love in brine And sorrowes aire unto the woods when each Of th' harbingers thou how to mourne didst teach When as the mary gould desir'd no sun To shew shee thy unhappy sate did moane Didst thou e're hope for to enioy my love When treacherous to Cleander thou didst prove Thou didst not play the Politician right Enough to kill him in the dead of night A prepar'd field had better fitted this Since thou art tearm'd a Sonne to noblenesse One of her chiefest too thy memorie Which fild the world will by this ruin'd bee Thus does Lisander give reward they 'll say For his friends love his friends life takes away 'T is false Lisander did it not Yee reeds That to each gole of winde doe bend your heads Yee feathery waving fancies yee that doe The falsest alwayes give your credits to And thou base rumour that darst staine the worth Of heavens darling Thunder will breake forth And curb thy trumpetting Though thou beest free A while the Powers will find their enemie Can hee whom great Bellona favoured best Forsake her deity and so staine his crest Perjur'd Berontus but Clâ—rindâ— * more Dare yee wipe of Lisanders noble score Divinitie should hee but goe astray Would turne into sins night its glorious day Hee surely is the mover of that sphere And where his soule directs it must be there Bee bright Lisander shew thy innocence Let that bright Sun display its influence That all may see thee morelesse all may know Thou nee're to such an Erinnys didst owe Or any thought or action What 's divine That will not have some clouds before it shine Yet I 'll disperse all these And since 't is done Confesse to the world the deede was mine alone 'T was mine Lisander This my right hand did That which so long and often I deni'd Yet blame mee not young courtier for 't was thee That wert the cause of this my cruelty Thou sud'st for love and for to recompence It with a grant I attempted this offence A sword was found there bloody All secure I made when I had done the act so pure An essence of rich policy did give Mee leave that while its harborour to live Not for to rage because I feare to dye More would I undergoe sweete friend for thee Were I but sure thou would'st constant prove But how can murderers bee true in love Rage did not make mee doe this stir'd by that Feare t is alas the only thing I hate Yet me thinks I should pare it with another But what thou ere hast I here doe smother done Live still Lisander And for all thy vowes Thy signs thy teares take this which love allowes If thou doest the most wretcht Calista see Yeelding to death as 't is the lawes decree Say to thy selfe Lisander shee did dye Not for Cleanders murder but for thee The Judge shall yeeld thee guiltlesse and for this Let mee but have one teare my dust to blisse * Hee freed her father and brother from theeves in a wood * Her maide who voyc'd abroad the false intelligence LOVES LOOKING-GLASSE Lisander to Calista KNowing by th' superscription whence these came And that they had the faire Calista's name Heaven I invok't to make mee worthy to Enrich my eyes with what the inside show How often I ador'd how often kist The paper where I thought thy hand not mist For to recount would puzzle any one Though he was an Arithmaticion In loves sweete merchandise Why what can come Then say'd I from Calista but a doome To love her whilst I live and where can blisse Ly if not in so great a happinesse Then I presum'd to read But when I see A conspiration for my miserie When I did view my friend Cleanders death And mee the fatall cause given by thy breath My ful blowne worth began to sade mee thought My eyes to dimnesse as they read was brought Thy letter did so gloriously appeare With thy stil'd justice I durst not come neere For feare the rays should burne me how dare I Thinke my selfe cleere when thou accusest mee My martiall hazzards did not freez my blood So much as when I saw thy nuntio's brood Stuck with so many of thy angers darts Now does Lisander read and now hee starts First with a pleasing calme my heart is blest Now comes a Boreas and denyes mee rest His raging blasts he every where sends and Makes my poore soule subject to their command Whilst the flame is disperst through every pore Ready to cast mee unto Charons shore Some words I happily receive of love But thousands my ioys enemies doe prove Neptune in 's fury ne're could give such shocks Vnto a ship as I have by these rocks Iove ne're had with the gyaganticke race Such trouble as I have in one lines space Their suppos'd truths I tremble to deny Because they faine themselves to come from thee Should I deny what is from heaven sent How could I looke for a lesse punishment Then it 's hate to reward me Sweeting speake My part is only no reply to make But will the powers no succour to me lend Can my poore innocence finde ne're a friend Must envy have her will and justice dye Must vertue now be thought impietie I must conclude it so for they confine From libertie thee th' onely stocke divine Of all Elysiums governours Has he No pitty whom we call our Deitie Love in its selfe being so just a thing So holy should have such a God and King How have I been unto my vowes untrue To merit sweet Calista this of you Or to Cleanders friendship how false have I been that here my love must finde a grave Yet have you not the taint as well as I Enjoy I not Calista's destinie To tender arguments so ' gainst me is 'T would make me prisoner from my happines Else I could bring ô that I nought could bring But what would make me with Calista sing My loyaltie to valour who can I taint Me there Calista that ne're erring Saint Yet cannot all these crimson gemmes I weare Pleaders for their Lisander now appeare They can but dare not till Calista's face Banishes frownes and takes her candours grace My very sword if that Calista say It must its trusty master will betray Rather then lose successe to its plot 't will runne To my foe and helpe there to eclips my Sunne Hot in disputing of a question sent Unto me faint I grew A banishment From life I feare which made me soone let goe My nipping sophister my sword my woe Which since I could not find But ah all this Rather detracts then addes to happinesse Why doe I blame my valour ' cause it vail'd To envies cloudy frownes could I have sayl'd Unto a better shoare with my wish 't was ' Cause I should take with faire Calista place Why doe I chide my wounds because they hid Themselves and would not for their Master plead Why doe I rage and question thee my sword ' Cause thou didst run from me thy trusty Lord Some happy fate that knew my friend should dye And she be doom'd the cause instructed yee How you should make me blest I doe accept What you in store so long have for me kept We shall have nothing when thou' rt gone but strife VVho shall with thee first sacrifice their life The Rose the Lilly Panciby what 's best Of natures joy will seeke with thee to rest The meaner beauties will desire to stay To gaine when thou art gone perfections bay Both will dye once both will enjoy one death VVho will not with Calista lose his breath To my Selfe an Allegory ANchor within this port thy ship has yet The smiles of Neptune and no tempests met Yet has no Doris rought her brow nor given Envious or angry lookes All smooth and even Gives thee a welcome yet Yet Englands flood Curles not her silver maine but for thy good Yet has Elysium's calmest breath appear'd No angry North yet yet nothing to be fear'd The gods have to thy voyage prosperous been Trust not another fortune here strike in O happy shoare when I salute thy sand Me thinkes my mother has me at command VVhere can an infant thinke to fare the best If at her dugge it is deny'd to feast Thou stretchest forth thine arme to catch thy sonne Sweet Thamesis with ruine halfe undone Ah! hold me fast lest a dissembling wave VVith witching charmes makes me thy true love leave For when Sh' has got me at her wisht-for state I must indure the rigid front of fate Keepe me close in thine armes for if I finde Thy friendly pledges set none else be kinde The care is taken Ah! blest mother see On thee depends my onely destiny Let envy bubble if there 's such a fiend Against me Thamesis but prove my friend Or let her Dogfish barke I now am free VVhen once thy eye yeelds that I happy be Then goe no further here unsaile thy ship Shee will not hurt but save if thou 'lt be kept FINIS