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Poems. By W.H.
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Hammond, William, b. 1614.
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1655
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Wing H626; Thomason E1604_1; ESTC R208440
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there are whose breath is onely sighes Who weep their own in others obsequies But in the reason like the Sun at noon Dispells usurping clouds of Passion Where feminine defects are wanting there All Femininee xcuses wanting are Think not since vertue then above them reares A womans name can priviledge thy teares Fortune materiall things onely controwles But doth her selfe pay homage unto soules There hath no power can do no injurie The Pavement where the stars their dances form By their own Musick is above all storme For Meteors but imperfect mixtures are In the raw bosome of distemperd aire Then let thy soule shine in her Christall spheare They 're Comets in the troubled air appear To the same The Reasons IS it because he died or that his yeares Not many were that causeth all these teares If for the first you should have alwayes wept Even in his life from first acquaintance kept Sorrow awake for that you know his Fate Prefixed had a necessary date How unadvisedly do you lament Because things mortall are not permanent Or is 't because he ere his aged Snow Or Autume came was ravishd from the bough Ask but the sacred Oracle you there Shall find untimely deaths no windfall are The grand example Miracle of good In vertue onely old slain in the bud Newly disclosing man It were a shame To wish then that of his a longer flame Who would not dy before subdued by age That Conquest oft Fortune pursues with rage Or sin in that advantage wounds him worse To wish him long life then had been a curse To the same The Teares YOu moderne wits who call this world a star Who say the other planets too worlds are And that the spots that in the midstar found Are to the people there Ilands and ground And that the water which surrounds the Earth Reflects to each and gives their shining birth The brightnesse of these teares had you but seen Faln from her eyes no argument had been To contradict that water here displayes To them as they to us siderious rayes Her Teares have then the stars a better right And a more clear propriety to light For stars receive their borrowd beames from far These bring their own along with them and are Born in the sphear of light Others may blind Themselves with weeping much because they spend The brightnesse of their eyes upon their teares But hers are inexhaustible she spares Beames to her teares as Tapers lend their light And should excesse of teares rob her of sight Two of these moist sparks might restore't our eyes An humour watry chrystalline comprise Why may not then two christall drops restore That sight a Christall humour gave before Love dewes his locks here woes each drop to fall A pupill in his eye and sight recall And I hope fortune passing through this rain Will at last see to recompence her pain On the death of my much honourd Vncle Mr. G. Sandys PArdon great Soul if duty grounded on Bloud and affections firm devotion Force my weak muse to sacriledge and by Short-payment rob thy sacred memory To be thy wits Executor though I No title have yet a small Legacy Fitting my small reception didst thou leave Which from thy learned works I did receive I should then prove unthankfull to deny Some spices to embalm that memory Whose Soul and better part thy lines alone Establish in Eternity's bright throne Our humble art the body of thy fame Onely to Memphian mummie tries to frame Which though a swarthy drynesse it puts on Is raised yet above corruption A Tomb of rarest art Magnificent As ' ere the East did to thy eyes present Erected by great Falklands learned hands To thee alive in his eloqiums stands Thy body we are onely then t' interre And to those matchlesse Epitaphs refer The hasty passenger that cannot stay To heare thy larger Muse her worth display Unlesse unto the Croud about the Hearse Those busy Sons of sense I shall rehearse What worth in thy material part did dwell And at the funerall thy Scutcheons spell Declare the extraction of thy noble line What graces from all parts of thee did shine That age thy sense did not at seventy cloud And thee a youth all then but death allow'd As for thy Soul if any do enquire T is making Anthems in the heavenly Quire Epitaph on Sir R. D. HEre lies the pattern of good men Heaven and Earths lov'd Citizen The Worlds faint wishes scarse can reach The good he did by action teach So hating semblence that his mind Left her deportment still behind That he far better was then ere Unto the worlds eye did appeare The poor can witnesse this who cry Aloud their losse his Charity The same and feeble now must creep To shew their crutch is laid asleep His Houshold Servants Tenants all Weep here their Fathers Funeral The war that gorg'd on his Estate His Table never could abate If ever he unjust was known 'T was in receding from his own Exchanging what with trouble he Might save to keep tranquilitie His host of vertues struck such feare Into his foes they did not dare To lay on his that penalty They did on others Loyalty Which bore with him as high a rate As those who bought it with their ' state Prudence and Innocence had made A league no harm should him invade Peacefull amidst the wars his life As in the Elementall strife Of bodys that are temperd well Harmonious Soules at quiet dwell When the worst humour had prevaild Upon the State his vitaâ—ls faild To shew this feeling members health Was wrapt up in the Common-wealth Grace Compar'd to the Sun GRace as the Sun incessantly its light Dilates upon the Vniversall face Pagans that sit in Antipodian night Tast by reflex of reason beames of grace Their sickly planet Queen of night not sleep Her wakefull eye in the Suns beames may steep Grace is the Soules Soul the informing part Reason like Phosphere ushers in the day But the terene affections of the heart Repell which Pharean clouds this sacred ray Internall as externall night alone Springs from the Earths interposition Goodnesse is priz'd by her own latitude The Persian wisest of Idolaters Adores the Sun as the most common good From whose balm Natures hand nothing interrs Worse then the Caliph is that votary Who worships a lesse loving deity The Sun would raise this Globe to nobler birth Transforming into Gold each minerall But in disposure of the Stubbourn Earth Renders his vertue ineffectuall Thus grace endeavours all to sublimate Then blame thy selfe if not regenerate Vpon the Nativity of our saviour and Sacrament then received SEe from his watry Tropick how the Sun Approacheth by a double motion The same flight tending to the western seas Wheeles Northward by insensible degrees So this blest day beares to our Intellect As its bright fire a duplycate respect None but a two-fac'd Janus can be guest And fit himselfe unto this double feast That must before joyntly the Manger see And view behind the execrable Tree Here the blest Virgins living milk and there The fatall streames of the Sons bloud appear Crowns at his tender feet in Bethlem ly Thorns bind his manly browes in Calvary Th' ashamed Sun from this his light withdrew A new born star the other joy'd to shew To furnish out this feast lo in the pot Death here consults the salting Antidot But least the sad allay should interfer And corrupt this days smile into a tear This very death makes up a fuller mirth Bequeathing to the worthy Guest new birth As to the mystick head beseemingly So to each member gives Nativity The difference onely this the deitie Born to our flesh into his Spirit we FINIS
of knowledge sucks divinity With Angels on an honest bed of leaves Redintegrated Paradise conceaves For Heaven is onely Gods revealed face So these make Paradise and not the place The World JS this that goodly Edifice So gaz ' d upon by greedy eyes A sceane where cruelty's exprest Or Stage of folly es at the best Who can the Musick understand From the soft touch of Natures hand When man her chiefest Instrument So harshly jarres without consent Do not her naturall agents too Faile in their operations so That he to whom they best appeare Sees but the Tombes of what they were Her chiefest Actions then are such That no externall sense may touch Shown doubtfully to the minds sight By the dark Phancy's glimmering light The Night indeed which hideth all Things else discloseth the Stars pale And sickly faces but our sense Cannot perceive their Influence They are the hidden books of Fate Where what with paines we calculate And doubt is onely plainly known To those assist their motion The close conveyances that move With silent vertue from above Incessantly on things below Our duller eyes can never know Nothing but colour shape and light Create their species in our sight All substances avoyd the sense Close couched under accidents In which attir'd by nature we Their loose apparell onely see Spirits alone Intuitive Can to the heart of essence dive Why then should we desire to sleep Groveling like swine in mire so deep The mind for breath can find no way Choak'd up and crowded into clay Stript of the flesh in the clear spring Of Truth she bathes her soring wing On whom do all Ideas shine Reflected from the Glasse divine Gray Haires WElcome gray haires whose light I gladly trust To guide me to my peacefull bed of dust My lifes bright Stars whose wakefull eyes shut mine Stand on my head as Tapers on my shrine The worlds grand noise of nothing which invades My soule exclude from deaths approaching shades But as the day is usher'd in by one And the same Star that shewes the day is done This twilight of my head this doubtfull sphear My Bodys Evening my soules Morning Star Th' allay of white amongst the browner haires As well the birth as death of day declares As he whom from the Hill saw the moist Tomb Of earth together with her pregnant womb This mingled colour with ambiguous strife Demonstrates my decaying into life Thus life and death compound the world Each weed That fades revives by sowing its own seed Matter suppos'd the whole Creation Is nothing but form and privation No borrow'd tresses then no cheating dy Shall to false life my dying locks bely I shall a perfect Microcosme grow When as the Alpes I crowned am with snow I will beleive this white the milky way Which leads unto the Court of endlesse day Then let my life's flame so intensely burn That all my haires may into ashes turn Whence may arise a Phoenix to repay With Hallelujahs this Eygnean lay A Dialogue upon death Phillis Damon Phil DAmon amidst the blisses we In joynt affections fully prove Doth it not sometimes trouble thee To think that death must part our love Dam Though sweets concentrate in thy armes And that alone I revell there A willing prisoner to those charmes Love cannot teach me death to fear Phil Say of these sweets I should beguile Thy tast by my inconstancie And on thy rivall Thyrsis smile Would not that losse work grief in thee Dam Oh nothing more For here to be Is Hell and thy embraces lack Yet is it Heaven even without thee To dye Then onely art thou black Phil Then onely art thou black my dear When death shall blast thy vitall light Whilst I in lifes bright day appear Thou sleepst forgot in deaths sad Night Dam Thou art thick-sighted couldst thou see Farre off the other side of death Would such a prospect open thee As thou must needs be sick of breath Phil How can that be when sense doth keep The dore of pleasure That destroyed The soule if it survive must sleep Senselesse of delectation voyd Dam Sense is the doore of such delight As beasts receive through which alas Since Nature's nothing but a fight More enemies then friends do passe Nor is the soule lesse capable But naked doth her object prove More truely as more sensible Is this fair hand stript of its glove Phil My Damon sure hath sufeirted Of Phillis and would fain get hence Yet mannerly he vailes his dead Love under a divine pretence Dam Whilst I am flesh thou needst not fear Of love in my warm breath a dearth For since affections earthly are They must love thee the fairest Earth Phil If thou receive a certain good Of pleasure in enjoying me 'T is wisedome then to period Thy wishes in a certainty Dam Joyes reap'd on earth like grasped aire Away even in enjoyment fly Certain are onely such as bear The stampt of immortality Phil Shall we for hope of future blisse The good of present Love neglect Who will a Wren possest dismisse A flying Eagle to expect Dam Who use not here the Heavenly way And in desire of thither go Will at their death uncertain stray Losing themselves in endlesse wo Phil Since death such hazards wait upon Ile unfrequent love's vain delight And wing my contemplation For prea-equaintance with that height Dam Come then let 's feed our flocks above On Sions hill so will delights Grow fresher in the vale of Love Change thus may whet chafte appetites Death SUnk eyes cold lips chaps faln cheeks pale and wan Are onely bugbeares falsely frighting man This is the vizard not deaths proper face For who looks through it with the eye of Grace Shall find death deckt in so divine a ray That none would be such a self-foe to stay In mortall Clouds did not the wiser hand Of supreme power joyn with his strict command Pangs in our dissolution which all shun But would wish if they knew life then begun Man is a Creature mixt of Heaven and Earth Of beast and Angell when he leaves this breath He is all Angell The Soules future eye Is by the prospect of Eternâ—ty Determin'd onely who content doth rest With present good no better is then Beast The heathens prov'd since the soule cannot find In Natures store to satisfie the mind Her essence Supernat'rall and shall have Her truest object not before the Grave Could I surmise the Immateriall mate Of this dull flesh should languish after fate Like widdowed Turtles or the glimmering light Bereav'd of her dark lanthorn should be quite Blown out by death or dwell on faithlesse mire Inhopitable fens like foolish fire Wandring through dismal vales of horrid night Th' approach of death deservedly might fright But faiths clear eye more certainely surveyes Then any optick Organ for the rayes That shew her object to us are divine Reflected by Th' omniscient Christalline They then who surely know death leadeâ—h right To a vast Sea