Witness my death a greater friend me strook And a to be shrin'd tribe a lesse forsook For my who e're peeres were from the crack shrunk And did my house desert e're yet it lunk And taught to live now Kings alone not flye Live to your one selfe for you so must dye Ode 1 SEe how those full-ag'd Grapes doe strain In the deep Crimson flood Would you not think to breath a vein Would doe the clustres good Let 's then the rich distemper free And frolique drink the plurisie 2. Until our cheeks as much in grain And stretch'd as sleek appear As if the twice-born God again Another birth had there And when the Vine is drawn off we Will our own second Vintage be 3. Ode To the Prisoner 1. THink but the fetters that you wear A dress with your consent And what should wound will then appear A wanton Ornament He that contemns no wretch can be Belief creates our misery 2. Why should you therefore chide your sate ' Cause the coy Prince of day Vouchsafes not to look through your grate Or cast a beam that way Rather applaud the Sun that he Not pryes into calamitie 3. Then render not your bed of stone The harder by unrest Rocks will not melt to hear you grone Scorn softens them the best And he that can ly still in woe Is in a calm though all winds blow A New Years-Gift MAy Fortune Madam Happy too Be Prodigally just to you And crown the Brow that Nature gems In her best Native Diadems Saw she she would her-self undoe And then expect an Alms from you Nay had she eyes she would but see Fondly to part with them to thee A Good year bless you Madam may That Chimist that extracted Day From the rude Chaos force too thence A Momentanie Quintessence To make up yours 'till it appear Throughout but an Elixir'd year I kept a carefull Vigil Fayre Upon the lagging Nights impayre To see the trembling shadowes break And with approaching day grow weak 'Till scatter'd Attom's had undone Them into Dissolution And the Rich Dawne did guilt appear In Blushes of the Virgin-year I could discerne the Minute kiss Divided that is past and this When two-fac'd Janu's lips could sute To both of them at once salute That by that Crisis I might find The pulse of Time more free and kind Now know the years whole state can tell What houres shall slip what sickly dwell Can sound their subtile Depth e're they Long Roapes of sand that fathome day And Madam I pronounce this year To you as that first Moment clear That shot a Ray was early born To thread the Rubies of the Morne A happy chain will thorough play Of fine Enamel'd Night and Day Yet when all 's done that this can do May it give place to better new The faire Nymph scorning a black Boy courting her Nymph STand off and let me take the Ayre Why should the smoke pursue the fayre Boy My face is smoke thence may be guest What flames within have scorch'd my brest Nymph The flames of love I cannot view For the dark Lanthorn of thy hew Boy And yet this Lanthorn keeps loves Taper Surer than yours that 's of white paper Whatever mid-night hath been here The Moon-shine of your light can clear Nymph My Moon of an Eclipse is ' frayde If you should interpose your shade Boy Our curl'd embraces shall delight To chequer Limbes with black and white Nymph Thy ink my paper make me guess Our Nuptial bed would make a press And in our sports if any came They 'd read a wanton Epigram Boy Yet one thing sweet-heart let me aske Buy me for a new-false-mask Nymph Yes but my bargain must be this I 'l throw my Mask off when I kiss Boy Why should my hew thy love impair Let the dark shop commend the ware Or if thy Love from black forbears I 'l strive to wash it off with tears Nymph Spare fruitless tears since thou must needs Still wear about thee mourning weeds Tears can no more affection win Than wash thy Aethiopian skin The Inversion Nymph STand off fair Boy thou wilt affright My solitude with sudden light Boy My face is light thence may be guest The truth of thy transparent brest Nymph The truth of Love I cannot view For the full lustre of thy hew Boy The lustre's sooner pervious made Then your impenitrable shade What-ever Noon my day doth trim Your thick how-ever Mist may dim Nymph My Mist would fear to break away If you should intermix your ray Boy Our curled embraces shall delight With Limbs to shuffle day and night Nymph Thy light my darkness make me fear Our bed a Chaos would appear And in our sports did any pass They 'd see the indigested Mass Boy Yet one thing sweet-heart let me crave Me for a new-false mirror have Nymph Yes but my bargain must request I throw my glass by when undrest Boy Why should my hue thee less delight Let the Star-soyles set of the night Or if thy love from light forbeares I 'le strive to put it our with teares Nymph Spare fruitless teares since thou must needs Still have on thy Transfigur'd weeds Teares can no more affection win Then over-cast thy Angell Skin ODE 1. OUr flames that Chloe did conspire In one faire Pyramid of fire So subt'ly had together grown That both and neither were our own And 't is my wonder how you rent The Element in the concent 2. But mine must widdowed now burn While from them yours re-clining turn Drawn by a more attractive Ray That carries the spread-beames away To new embraces where they may Rise wanton in their lament play A Prologue to a Play presented by some Gentlemen to a select company of Ladies on New yeares day last BLess me A light we look'd not for supplyes A fine Familiar Star-light of bright eyes That dims the Tapers which would else turn blew But that you fair ones are good Angels too You of our Sex and Friends may thank the slight Had it but barely brought you to this sight A sight that stroke like lightning yet I dare Gather within the Fires though Circular When the spread beams shoot round me from such flames That their own Elementall pureness tames A cheerful light not meant to Martyr here And into Scaffold turne our Theater Brisk Mirth to all we hope each Brow the while Ne're so severe may polish into smile Expect not then we so a passe can hide That you might think it on the other side Or fright you into wounds mis-understood When the Tame spunge not weapon sheddes the blood This is staâ—e Pedantry nor think we can Trimme Players quite put off the Gentleman When each so genuinely Acts his Part As that alone he hath Himself by Heart To his Friend In troth I love the and I fain would tell But that I love thee more than so How well The Syren Strange Thetis-wavesâ— submisly slide While thou dost thine own Dolphin ride And
proper ovation And laden now with spoils and trophys threw'st Thy self and glorious burden safe reclu'st Like those that featherd above fortunes mock Leave tamer use and live upon the stock Or through thy stubborn tasque now having gon Thou gather'st up to repetition And the huge volume read will startle mere In contemplation then in act before The prodigies thou didst cast up by guess Will make thy coward fâ—ith compute them less And yet thou hadst a reach beyond all don And left'st them with a brave ambition Tyr'd with a no resistance thou didst flie To an unbroke reserve of victory VVhere thy full valour witty in repast Revels in choicest viands at the last And journeying from our tumult thou dostly Inn'd half way towards immortalitie In thy last progress too thou heep'st more state That send'st thy self thine harbinger to fate And the pale tyrant wonders how it fals That thou art left behind thy funerals Who in thy passage unto heaven dost die But thiter first on thine own Embassie Or not acquainted with the grave before Those hidden Regions thou dost thus explore That mean'st a conquest there so thine own spie Thou rid'st but out first on discoverie Clear sighted Prince thy piercing eyes could see The other side of dark mortalitie Thou mew'dst but aged pomp Eagles of kin ' So cast their beak and plumes and live agen That Oriental bird that in her spice Burns to the parent Sun a sacrifice She in whom all the glorious kindred wombs That dies at once eternal Hecatombs Hath yet that small cold interval upon Her ashes ushers Resurrection But thou liv'st on to see thy self renew And passing death thou keepest life in view As with it thou in equal state did'st vie Thou walk'st but hand in hand with destinie Strange Eagle through the whole body spread That liv'st on one side and art one side dead Thou torment of Mezentius that dost lie Proportion'd to thine own mortalitie Thou hast the grossly unslough'd snake surpass'd That liv'st in substance thy but shadow cast VVith what unheard of ransome didst thou bribe The hand of fate thee barely to transcribe Course lawes of flesh and blood thou dost controul And art Divine in something more than soul So the fam'd-tripple-Night begotten Son VVhom the god parent could not crowd in one VVound in that shirt would him inglorious tame Leapt to his pire and roabd with milder flame In his unequal mother onely di'd Unin jur'd on his siers immortal side Thus wouldst thou visit the third Heavens as well In search as who was wrapt by miracle VVho rein'st successive time that thou maist be Allide to what thou seek'st Aeternitie One place at once confinement is to thee And thou attemptest at Ubiquitie Thus life by thee is reconcil'd become Contemporarie with privation At least thy herse could nor convey to urn Thy weight blest Heroe under a return And what we thought thy death was but well done Preludeous mortification Ode To Caelia Blushing 1. BLess me it Caelia did abash me to espie that lightning slash From so serene a skie 2. I cannot that it was the morn blieve so soon cause it was born At such a point of noon 3. Though Lillies in thy brest as well smelt too that grow I could not tell They would in Roses blow 4. Nor Caelia could I ever see that snow did flush and modest free From it a native blush 5. Thy bosome often too I might a milkie say but found not by 't it was a Rosie way 6. As the pure taint look't through thy skin me thought a lawn had subtly bin O're cloath of damasque drawn 7. Thou wealthy main to which we flie where pearls are spread that scatter'd lie Within their Orient bed 8. Thou dost appear a Roman guest while Roses thrown blushing invest Thee round with showr's thine own 9. Thy breast besprinkled with a stain that still shed more did straight remain Throughout bepurpled o're 10. The there concealed fire did higher grow and warm desire Did through thy bosome glow 11. The sawcie beautie of the Swan black at the root no blushes can Through the fair feathers shoot 12. But thine a more unsullied down doth over-run the bashful crown To beneath Carnation To Captain D. L. on his book of Fortification and Geometrie AS yet war not arriv'd at after hight Was all but merely victory and flight And the tough souldier garrison'd in limb Had no retreat of strength to shelter him But open lay to where you would assail Not to be reacht through trench or single mail Until it grew an Art and Pallas wove Her reconciled garlands from one grove That novv the Heroe to new task assign'd Not more in body labour'd than in mind VVhile strength and judgement fights and vvit replies By counter-stratagem to batteries And thus friend you commence that well apply To the tame practice the deep theory Teaching us how to measure and how far VVe move proportionably Regula How the fields dravvn in mystick order lie Spread vvith the lines of streight Geometrie As the neat Art vvould into trammel get And for the God of vvar make a nevv net Ode 1. PLump father Bacchus oh recline with thy fair clusters spread While Paricides for love of wine we shave thy purple head 2. Stoop with thy precious locks about to expiate the sin We with vvhat useless hung vvithout vvill vvarm thy head vvithin 3. If not the triaterique fate vve vvill invert and do What drunk did to the Hymnist hate in sober rage to you 4. We vvill mad Thracians scatter thee and then at Heber's shore Our selves the subtile Serpents be that shall lick off the goro To a Lady with black hair THese are the dear retreats of night Wherein the Lover doth delight And hither souls departed come Unto their best Elysium Though sure if Dis these groves had got Jove had not had the better lot Thou dost as it doth round thee slow In thine ovvn cloud invelopd ' go At vvhich Alpheus stopt in rape Had let his Arethuse escape And it had though in Iuno's place Ixion mended thine embrace I could believe it night as soon And thou the Queen of it the Moon And might the rather think it so Because of the tvvin stars belovv But Light doth there such noon display That night but seems to mantle day As properly I might thee name Thine own fair picture in a frame As the loose hair disheveld streams Darkness it self doth shed in beams As it late in braids was wound And up in cheaper fillets bound A prety storm did seem to run About the temples of the Sun When it unribbond fell again Me thought it broke did scatter rain While it is curl'd the circles lie In superstitious Ebonie Which fearing torment none transgress And to be th'ence it is no less Though from all eyes once that way set Beams run to the attractive Jet Ode To Lycoris not to curle her hair 1. SEt not Lycoris your each tress The limit it
may not trangress When you unty The shady silk Love mantl'd at your breast doth ly To suck the out-side milk 2. Why must the then descending hair Back in the banish'd curls repair That at a touch Do gather higher And scarce vouchsafeing you so much Coy from your neck retire 3. Let them Lycoris scatter'd flow Nâ—ts through the milkie sea below Till they have caught A wealthy frie My each inebriated thought That there doth ripling lie On Mr Gambles composing of Mr Stanleyes Odes SUre when this Lyre was touch'd fit words Did dance in order to the Chords And lines in harmony thus strung Rise sprightly capring on the tongue We that but read with hoarser throates Do yet disturb them into notes And who repeates unwitting sings As ecchoes break from jâ—ngl'd strings So Theban walls would shaken soon By Batt'â—ies totter into tune And instruments that scrued stand Sound struck by an unwilling-hand So a but peradventure sall Awakes the fleeping Harpsycall Which since the Artist fing'red last Lay lull'd in its own musick fast Here 's no disordring the falr mind Unruly matter up to bind Untill the too much forced Zones Snapt knot in short Elisions No crouded words in huddle meet That shuffle on uneven feet And strugling labour in their paines As if the verse were pac'd in chaines Their very syllables as clear Pass'd as their ayr 's now through the care And he that made the essence whole Cannot distinguish which is soule Where each informes the other they So mix in their unbody'd play The Phoenix FAr-east a grove sea-girt is read Whence the young day doth blushing spread That first the early hoofs sustaines When the wet Carre emergent raines A happy shore the blest retreat Where health takes up her wholesome seat No cloud above its volume hurles And there the weighty sleece uncurles But an irriguous fountain laves It 's vernal face with monethly waves That in the middle placed dwells And with aeternall bubling swells ' â—ill it o're-look the banck and Rove In a wild freedom through the Grove Here keeps that bird too blest'y free Immortall in mortality That lives a pedigree and dies At once some whole posterities Who makes time past and future one In reconcil'd complexion Who waites upon the parent Sun And doth a trend his motion When the new morn doth chace the night With Oriental-damasque light He thrice doth taste the spring and Rath Thrice in the sacred fount doth bath Then mounts a trees removed space That one beholdeth the whole place And thence with an awaking lay Doth erenade the rising day When Sols now beams do looser flow And noon about his shoulders throw Thrice doth he clap his wings applause And thrice adoring's Ray doth pause A bird peer to the gods that wears Time out with his Returning years Chief of the woods dayes priest alone Privy to secrets of the Sun Natures best Chronicle time spell'd Life and Death monasyllabled Not cloy'd with gross repast but free To more immortal luxurie Whom the Suns purely melting heat Doth sate with a delicious sweat VVho quaffes in-â—â—riated too The liquid ayre 's elâ—xir'd dew And feeds with divine Relish on Rarifi'd exhalation A feather'd diadem is spread In golden Rayes about his head VVhose deeper flames and beames from them Shine through his beaks pellucid gem That breaks the duskie cloudes of night And ope's them with serener light Plush that enrobes the back doth lye Distinguish'd with the Crocean dye That from above the train doth wreath Of purple tipt with gold beneath High on the wings do Rubies glow On rows of Emeraulds below Bright Sky the mail doth cloudy deck VVith the phantastique Pigeons Neck And the the thigh-down is stained o're VVith poyson of the lyrian gore His legs in golden scalcs are bound And feet with blushing Roses â—rown'd A bird that doth no off spring need No heire but doth it self succeed Beginning where he doth conclude In excellent vicissitude Lifes thorough-fare whose soul when gon Returns by transmigration VVho yields to fate but to o're-come In a reviving martyrdome Invading death to make him so Against his own black charter go For with a thousand years now pen't Up in a closer Tenement And in a dear enlarging care About to leave it to Repaire He takes flight to this woâ—ld of fate Leaving his Isle too fortunate And to that Syria doth fan From him that 's call'd Phoenicean Vhere far remote he doth invade A saered solitude of shade And on a Cedars utmost spire Builds his or either nest or Pire Making his Aromatique bed Of all the spicery doth shed O're the Panchaian groves and Rise Glowing Sabaeas treasuries And addes to these in wealthy summes The Indian and the Persick gummes Here twigges of frankincense upon The ruddy bark of Cinnamon There Balsamum new Odour frees Mixt with hot wood of Aloes Chaf'd with dry'd Casia within And the warm scent of Benjamin VVith delicate tears of Amber wet And drops that precious Myrrah swet Crown'd with what all their breathing bears The tops that the young Nard first weares While in the mid'st he plac'd doth shed The species round about him spred And moyst with gummes dispersed lyes To dye in his solemnities The Sun thus seeing him from far Making a stand reines in his car And thus bespeaks his charge O thou VVhose only age deceaseth now To thine own funerall's the heire That di'st in haste to thy Repaire VVho beyond thy death alive Do'st thy triumphed fate survive Off thy but worne now body throw And in diviner figure go This said he scatter'd doth display His bright locks and shakes of a Ray That strikes with vital flame the urne And doth the willing Martyr burn VVho as the reeking heat consumes Doth give his soul up in perfumes VVhile yet it flames doth Nature lye Hush't in a pious agony And labours with religious care Of loosing its eternal heir And Aeolus with cavernes bindes The backs of the unruly windes In fear they should with lungs lesse pure Mix with the ayres clean temp'rature Or spread clouds that might take away The Suns regenerating ray Thus in his solemn fires he dyes And in his quiet ashes lyes VVhen few dividing houres got in To put a difference between VVhose space doth intermediate lye To either lifes-vicinity But a new warmth of vigor shed ' Doth through the limbs dispersed spred And a reviving blood doth flow And in the veines new channel'd go The undisturbed dust is stir'd And ashes fledg'd new plume the bird Untill the Phoenix in a trice Starts from his faithful bed of spice And who but late departed Sire Doth rise the off-spring of his Pyre Then straight his bust in his new state Devoutly doth conglomerate And thick with unguents doth enrobe The to be consecrated globe Bearing the sacred burthen o're To the removed Pharian shore Birds that his husht attendants flye Innumerable cloud the sky Yet none of all dare thrust before But far behind his flight adore Not
one makes war religious awe Creates one common peacefull Law In Aegypt a tall Fane doth rise Famous in the blest sacrifice There Altar'd still his parent Urn He to the Sun doth gratefull burn VVhence precious fogs obscure the flore VVith their inconsed breathings o're Then mists that to the Nile are broke Do from his seven Channells smoke And strongly too exhaling come As far as to Pelusium Making the ayre more health assume From the incorporate perfume Thrice happy bird that liv'st to see Behind thee thy mortality That art so not concern'd in fate Thine age dyes from thee separate At least your funerall's so rife You but undress your self of life And put again your body on By cloathing Resurrection Thy glorious links of dayes are mixt with a Momento still betwixt Thou lifes whole story dost comprise And all thy death's are period-wise Lycoris weeping WHen youthfull Aprill half his progresse gon Had help't the gaudy springs embroidries on On the soft fragrance of a flowrie bed I saw the faire length of Lycoris spred Stifling their own but such new sweets she lent As she but lay there their deputed scent Or as if he aven thus humbled to the eares Of the attentive earth would whisper tears For she was weeping-ripe the drops she shed So brightly soft were Christall mellowed When as each fell officious in its birth Some new flower starts and latches it from earth Guerdon'd with the rich gem which there doth lye Loves pretious globular Artillery 'Till when the bowed stalk lets it roule on I fear'd it gras'd to execution But emissary beams so pointed run They strung them up by exhalation Till where the Rayes concentre drawn they pass Into one piece of liquid burning glass Before those eyes illustrious then as are The gilded gellies of a falling star So not to be conceal'd darting out beams They Native fire-works burned in their streams And now the earth reeking with warmer showres Fresh odours rise up from the chafed flowres The happy dew a shorter progress seeks Doth wet the damasque Rose leaves of her cheeks And some to wash the Lillies idely ran Plea to those lav'd the Aeth opian That in their either beds distinctly lye And are both warm'd and water'd by her eye Thence on het lips the happy currents flow VVhere the drown'd Currall trembles soft below Now to her snowy bosome they are gone And seem to trickle with addition VVhen I reth'd back to her eyes to see If this were wanton prodigality But in those fair lights by some smarting wounds Their griefs seem'd carv'd by their own Diamonds One Enamour'd on a Black-moor VVHat a strange love doth me invade VVhose fires must cool in that dark shade Round her such solitudes are seen As she were all Retir'd within And did in hush't up silence lye Though single a Conspiracy How did my passion find her out That is with Curtains drawn about And though her eyes do cem'nell keep She is all over else asleep And I expect when she my sight Should strike with universal light A scarce seen thing she glides were gon If touch'd an Apparition To immortality that dip't Hath newly from her Lethe slipt No feature here we can define By this or that illustrious line Such curiosity is not Found in an un-distinguisht blot This beauty puts us from the part VVe all have tamely got by hart Of Roses here there Lillies grow Of Saphyre Corall Hills of snow These Rivulets are all ingrost And all in one Black Ocean lost The treasures lock't up we would get VVithin the Ebon Cabinet And he that Ravishes must pick Open the quaint Italian Trick She is her own clese mourning in At Natures charge a Cypress skin Our common Parent else to blot A moal on the white mold a spot Dropt it with her own Statute Ink And the new temper'd Clay did sink So the fair figure doth remain Her ever since Record in grain Ixâ—on's sometime armfull might Swell with perhaps a fleece more bright But she as soft might be allow'd The goddesse's deputed clâ—ud Though sure from our distinct embrace Centaurs had been a dapple Race Thou pretious Night-piece that art made More valuablè in thy shade From which when the weak tribe depart The skilfull Master hugs his art Thou dost not to our dear surprise Thine own white marble statue rise And yet no more a price dost lack Clean built up of the polish't black Thou like no Pelops hast supply Of an one joynt by Ivory But art miraculously set Together totally with Jet Nor can I count that bosome cheap That lyes not a cold winter heap Where pillow yet I warmly can In down of the contrary swan Let who will wilde enjoyments dream And tipple from another stream Since he with equall pleasure dwells That lyes at these dark fontinells These fair Round sphears contemplate on So just in the proportion And in the lines of either breast Find the rich countries of the East They not as in the milkie hue Are broke into Raw streaks of blew But have in the more-lived stains The very Violets of Veins They rise the Double-headed Hill VVhose tops shade one another still Between them lyes that spicy Nest That the last Phoenix scorch'd and blest VVhat fall's from her is rather made Her own just picture than her shade And where she walks the Sun doth hold Her pourtrai'd in a frame of gold A black Nymph scorning a fair Boy Courting her Nymph FOnd Boy thy vain pursuit give o're Since I thy shadow go before Boy â—h fly not Nymph we may pursue â—nd shadowes overtake like you Nymph â—pass howe're in course away â—he night to thy succeeding day Boy 〈◊〉 night thou art oh be not gone â—ill thou have stood a triple one â—hough Jove I fear would then invade â—ot his Alcmena but the shade Nymph â—o should the thunderer embrace 〈◊〉 cloud in his own goddess place Boy â—o let us but commixt a while â—istinguish one anothers foyl â—hat to advantage we may tell â—ow either beauty doth excell Nymph â—need not thy betraying light â—o shew how far I am from white â—nd to the piece that nature made â—dare be no improving shade Boy â—â—en my dark Angell I can charm â—hee circled in mine either arm Nymph â—ee from thy slight embraces broke â—ecure I vanish in my smoke On Mr. J.H. His Translation of Hierocles 's Comment on the golden verses of Pythagoras WHat strange Idolaters are these that knew So well to write the things we ought to do VVere they acquainted with the Lawes too Mysts Though Sybills sometimes were Evangelists These are more then mans dictates is it fit To think they likewise had their hoâ—y writ So long they had not in a tongue unknown Layn hid but in a Reverence to their own And the prophane half-letter'd durst not trace VVith their unhalow'd feet the holy place Straight I my loose perusall did correct And at each pious clause I shudder'd checkt Oft I drew back as
I had thrust upon Awfull at unawares Religion VVhat may our best devotions transfer Title on thee sacred interpreter YVho dost the Authours sense so his Relate That souls did as he taught us transmigrate And we that read do hear but from the Greek A smooth expounding English Eccho speak In known though words the lines how e're brough forth Do big yet labour in their proper worth And not at mercy of deluded eyes Are still laid up in their own Mysteries But thou still blestly prodigal dost please To spread before us thy Hierocles VVhere we the secrets of each line espy Discovered in a fair Anaâ—omy Of what a treasure thou poslest didst dye Who couldst bequeath this publick legacy In which we all are richer thou dost give In thy providing fate us rules to live And that so slippery soul at last now has Arrived hither of Pythagoras After our Saviours death that we may well Consult there is yet left an Oracle A Blush MAdam your guilt is too well understood Writ in that solemn evidence your blood And in this crimson flood under pretence Of bashfulness you drown white innocence That blush if you originally seek Was our first parent's from the Apples cheek Then blush that e're you blush't I 'l think 't no stain So strait for anger you look pale again Tabularium HOc qualecunque viator legis inscriptum Scias Sanctisissimae Thomae Whitâ—aei Memoriae Esse consecratum Non tam è Civitate Londinensi quam è Dei Civitate Civis optimi Heù quà m exiguum Post illius quamplurima Nec exigua tamen charitatis officia Munusculum Charitatis HEre Reader lyes a pretious trust Of good and charitable dust This casquet heavens choyce hath bin To treasure it 's dispencer in One who its blessings did conveigh Through his but Mediate hands away His Alms were 'till want crav'd no more And all his stock was what was o're His board stood free to entertain Guests though they could not bid again His Neighbours knew him not by strife And he did use not injure life And though he could distinguish well He was with care conformable So for some one amiss thing don Not quarrell'd with Religion Now Reader go and taught to live Him back in his example give ODE The Rosary 1. THe early Morn as yet undrest Drew the red Curtains of the East And did betray the blushing state In which she lay she thought too late Then starts and Round doth scatter'd hurl Soft Orientall showres of Pearl 2. When my Lycoris to partake Delights that were the first awake Amid the walks of Roses went To catch the yet unravish't scent Or when the sweet souls were bequeath'd That new ones might from her be breath'd 3. The big round dew the Plants that decks And loads their with-pride-humbled necks Did rather bend them now to greet With their best Ornaments her feet And that whose duty was not near Howe're did fall into a tear 4. It was the moment when each Rose About the fair hair to disclose As yet alone in the young dress Had slack'd the green-silk Hayr-laces And in the new yet freedom lay Close unacquainted to display 5. Here climb'd the Obelisque entire In a throughout proportion'd spire There of like figure one Below Above did to new beauty blow A third the Ayr 's each hiss receives Now fully number'd with its leaves 6. The Rosary the East had spred Now Rosey with a double red Or equally the flowr's the Morn And that the Roses did adorn That you could not now whether know â—t dawn'd above or dawn'd below 7. The Rose and Morning do comply In one delicious harmony One is their dew one is their dress And Venus their one Patroness One were perhaps their scent if prov'd But this breaths nigh and that remov'd 8. Lycoris now had seen the bud First in the green and nfant hood Then in the child-hood gay then lye A fair dishevel'd treasurie Whose beauty must with day conclude And fall her dear similitude ODE For Winter 1. COuld the dead season but partake The lusty spirit of the Vine His Chains of Ice he off would shake And finde a liberty in wine And his cramp-bound-up sinews fit For limber measures would unknit 2. Wine with an active heat would warm and creep through ev'ry wither'd vein The youth-alone-retriving charm To make them plump and rise again And chaf'd with wine his head would glow And thaw his periwigs of snow 3. Boy let the Health then quick be tost That we may take the liquor up E're the Anticipating frost Have Alchymis'd it in the cup And when we thus well lin'd have bin We need no furres but those within ODE 1. THe earth first drinks the scatter'd rain Thence sent to every plant As fast they tipple it again And fill the veins that want 2. The Sea doth drink the condens'd ayr The Sun doth drink the main The Moon from him drinks to repair And fill her horns again 3. Then let us not alone stand out But with our goblets crown'd Since Nature puts the health about Let us maintain the round ODE 1. HOw Cloris now I pitty thee Whom I did late adore And I am less thine enemy Though I cannot allow To love thee now At half the rate before 2. Thine eyes have lost their influence not husbanding their Ray While like the Sun thou would'st dispence An undistinguisht shine Without design Lost as it did display 3. VVhen hadst thou shed the golden streames Alone but upon me The double quiver of thy beams Had had in either eye Artillery Now to have pleasur'd thee A Frost IS nature tranc'd we cannot then By water fetch her back agen Our babes are Jewes or Pagan Ice Not Christen's or doth circumcise The water-men their Dyall miss That over-spred with Christal is And tydes that underneath it pass But turn within the hour-glass Mahomets Politian able To make the dry land navigable To render Rivers so might deal Here by no lesse a miracle We are like Midas curst and think To quench our thirst with goblet drink But want his after-prviledge His Tagus now is solid wedge And Swans above their Dirges breath That are cut of the half beneath The wretched Helespont doth fear That it again must fetters wear And Islands with no bounds content Are with the Sea a continent Then view the shore and understand There 's nothing lost though writ in sand And the Records as deep remain As they would not be thaw'd again Those Grandam-bones Deucalion pos'd He had not compass'd now disclos'd And she that did the riddle tell Had thought the task the Oracle The earth now close-compacted all Is but an entire Minerall Immortall Bayes that knew no fall Are silver'd to their funeral And Poets wreath'd with such as these Write their own Metamorphoses Anni Tempestates Ovidianae VErque novum stabat cinctum florente Coronâ Stabat Nuda Aestas Spicea serta gerebat Stabat Autumnas calcatis