well-rais'd building fall While they do this your Forragers command The Caterpillars to devour their land And with them Wasps your wing'd-worm-horsmen bring To charge in troop those Rebels with their sting All this unless your beauty they confess And now sweet Mistress let m' a while digress T' admire these noble Worms whom I invoke And not the Muses You that eat through Oak And bark will you spare Paper and my Verse Because your praises they do here reherse Brave Legions then sprung from the mighty race Of Man corrupted and which hold the place Of his undoubted Issue you that are Brain-born Minerva-like and like her warr Well-arm'd compleat-mail'd-jointed Souldiers Whose force Herculean links in pieces tears To you the vengeance of all spill-bloods falls Beast-eating Men Men-eating Cannibals Death priviledg'd were you in sunder smit You do not lose your life but double it Best framed types of the immortal Soul Which in your selves and in each part are whole Last-living Creatures heirs of all the earth For when all men are dead it is your birth When you dy your brave self-kill'd Generall For nothing else can kill him doth end all What vermine breeding body then thinks scorn His flesh should be by your brave fury torn Willing to you this Carkass I submit A gift so free I do not care for it Which yet you shall not take untill I see My Mistress first reveal her self to me Mean while Great Mistress whom my soul admires Grant me your true picture who it desires That he your matchiefs beauty might maintain ' Gainst all men that will quarrels entertain For a Flesh-Mistress the worst I can do Is but to keep the way that leads to you And howsoever the event doth prove To have Revenge below Reward above Hear from my bodies prison this my Call Who from my mouth-grate and eye-window bawl Epitaph on Sir Philip Sidney lying in St. Paul's without a Monument to be fastned upon the Church door Reader WIthin this Church Sir Philip Sidney lies Nor is it fit that I should more acquaint Lest superstition rise And Men adore Souldiers their Martyr Lovers their Saint Epitaph for himself Reader THe Monument which thou beholdest here Presents Edward Lord Herbert to thy sight A man who was so free from either hope or fear To have or loose this ordinary light That when to elements his body turned were He knew that as those elements would fight So his Immortal Soul should find above With his Creator Peace Joy Truth and Love Sonnet YOu well compacted Groves whose light shade Mixt equally produce nor heat nor cold Either to burn the young or freeze the old But to one even temper being made Upon a Grave embroidering through each Glade An Airy Silver and a Sunny Gold So cloath the poorest that they do behold Themselves in riches which can never fade While the wind whistles and the birds do sing While your twigs clip and while the leaves do friss While the fruit ripens which those trunks do bring Sensless to all but love do you not spring Pleasure of such a kind as truly is A self-renewing vegetable bliss Made upon the Groves near Merlow Castle To the C. of D. 1. SInce in your face as in a beauteous sphere Delight and state so sweetly mix'd appear That Love 's not light nor Gravity severe All your attractive Graces seem to draw A modest rigor keepeth so in aw That in their turns each of them gives the law 2. Therefore though chast and vertuous desire Through that your native mildness may aspire Untill a just regard it doth acquire Yet if Love thence a forward hope project You can by vertue of a sweet neglect Convert it streight to reverend respect 3. Thus as in your rare temper we may find An excellence so perfect in each kind That a fair body hath a fairer mind So all the beams you diversly do dart As well on th' understanding as the heart Of love and honour equal cause impart Ditty 1. WHy dost thou hate return instead of love And with such merciless despite My faith and hope requite Oh! if th' affection cannot move Learn Innocence yet of the Dove And thy disdain to juster bounds confine Or if t'wards Man thou equally decline The rules of Justice and of Mercy too Thou may'st thy love to such a point refine As it will kill more then thy hate can do 2. Love love Melania then though death insue Yet it is a greater fate To dye through love then hate Rather a victory persue To Beauties lawful conquest due Then tyrant eyes invenom with disdain Or if thy power thou would'st so maintain As equally to be both lov'd and dread Let timely Kisses call to life again Him whom thy eyes have Planet-strucken dead 3. Kiss kiss Melania then and do not stay Until these sad effects appear Which now draw on so near That did'st thou longer help delay My soul must fly so fast away As would at once both life and love divorce Or if I needs must dye without remorse Kiss and embalm me so with that sweet breath That while thou triumph'st o'r Love and his force I may triumph yet over Fate and Death Elegy for Doctor Dunn WHat though the vulgar and received praise With which each common Poet strives to raise His worthless Patron seem to give the height Of a true Excellence yet as the weight Forc'd from his Centre must again recoil So every praise as if it took some foil Only because it was not well imploy'd Turns to those senseless principles and void Which in some broken syllables being couch'd Cannot above an Alphabet be vouch'd In which dissolved state they use to rest Until some other in new forms invest Their easie matter striving so to fix Glory with words and make the parts to mix But since praise that wants truth like words that want Their proper meaning doth it self recant Such tearms however elevate and high Are but like Meteors which the pregnant Sky Varies in divers figures till at last They either be by some dark Cloud o'rcast Or wanting inward sustenance do devolve And into their first Elements resolve Praises like Garments then if loose and wide Are subject to fall off if gay and py'd Make men ridiculous the just and grave Are those alone which men may wear and have How fitting were it then each had that part Which is their due And that no fraudulent art Could so disguise the truth but they might own Their rights and by that property be known For since praise is publick inheritance If any Inter-Commoner do chance To give or take more praise then doth belong Unto his part he doth so great a wrong That all who claim an equal interest May him implead untill he do devest His usurpations and again restore Unto the publick what was theirs before Praises should then like definitions be Round neat convertible such as agree To persons so that were their names conceal'd Must
others readier are Now that he speaks are complemental speeches That never go off but below the breeches Of him he doth salute while he doth wring And with some loose French words which he doth string Windeth about the arms the legs and sides Most serpent-like of any man that bides His indirect approach which being done Almost without an introduction If he have heard but any bragging French Boast of the favour of some noble Wench He 'll swear 't was he did her Graces possess And damn his own soul for the wickedness Of other men strangest of all in that But I am weary to describe you what E're this you can As for the little fry That all along the street turn up the eye At every thing they meet that have not yet Seen that swoln vitious Queen Margaret Who were a monster ev'n without her sin Nor the Italian Comedies wherein Women play Boys I cease to write To end this Satyre and bid thee good night Sept. 1608. I must depart but like to his last breath That leaves the seat of life for liberty I go but dying and in this our death Where soul and soul is parted it is I The deader part yet fly away While she alas in whom before I liv'd dyes her own death and more I feeling mine too much and her own stay But since I must depart and that our love Springing at first but in an earthly mould Transplanted to our souls now doth remove Earthly effects what time and distance would Nothing now can our loves allay Though as the better Spirits will That both love us and know our ill We do not either all the good we may Thus when our souls that must immortal be For our loves cannot dye nor we unless We dye not both together shall be free Unto their open and eternal peace Sleep Death's Embassadour and best Image doth yours often so show That I thereby must plainly know Death unto us must be freedom and rest May 1608. Madrigal HOw should I love my best What though my love unto that height be grown That taking joy in you alone I utterly this world detest Should I not love it yet as th' only place Where Beauty hath his perfect grace And is possest But I beauties despise You universal beauty seem to me Giving and shewing form and degree To all the rest in your fair eyes Yet should I not loâ—â— them as parts whereon Your beauty their perfection And top doth rise But ev'n my self I hate So far my love is from the least delight That at my very self I spite Sensless of any happy state Yet may I not wiâ—h justest reason fear How hating hers â— truly her Can celebrate Thus unresolved still Although world life nay what is fair beside I cannot for your sake abide Methinks I love not to my fill Yet if a greater love you can devise In loving you some otherwise Believe't I will Another DEar when I did from you remove I left my Joy but not my Love That never can depart It neither higher can ascend Nor lower bend Fixt in the center of my heart As in his place And lodged so how can it change Or you grow strange Those are earth's properties and base Each where as the bodies divine Heav'ns lights and you to me will shine To his Friend Ben Johnson of his Horace made English 'T Was not enough Ben Johnson to be thought Of English Poets best but to have brought In greater state to their acquaintance one So equal to himself and thee that none Might be thy second while thy Glory is To be the Horace of our times and his Epitaph Caecil Boulser quae post languescentem morbum non sine inquietudine spiritus conscientiae obiit MEthinks Death like one laughing lyes Shewing his teeth shutting his eys Only thus to have found her here He did with so much reason fear And she despise For barring all the gates of sin Death's open wayes to enter in She was with a strict siege beset To what by force he could not get By time to win This mighty Warrior was deceived yet For what he muting in her powers thought Was but their zeal And what by their excess might have been wrought Her fasts did heal Till that her noble soul by these as wings Transcending the low pitch of earthly things As b'ing reliev'd by God and set at large And grown by this worthy a higher charge Triumphing over Death to Heaven fled And did not dye but left her body dead July 1609. Epitaph Guli Herbert de Swansey qui sine prole obiit Aug. 1609. GReat Spirit that in new ambition Stoop'd not below his merit But with his proper worth being carry'd on Stoop'd at no second place till now in one He doth all place inherit Live endless here in such brave memory The best tongue cannot spot it While they which knew or but have heard of thee Must never hope thy like again can be Since thou hast not begot it In a Glass-Window for Inconstancy LOve of this clearest frailest Glass Divide the properties so as In the division may appear Clearness for me frailty for her Elegy for the Prince MUst he be ever dead Cannot we add Another life unto that Prince that had Our souls laid up in him Could not our love Now when he left us make that body move After his death one Age And keep unite That frame wherein our souls did so delight For what are souls but love Since they do know Only for it and can no further go Sense is the Soul of Beasts because none can Proceed so far as t' understand like Man And if souls be more where they love then where They animate why did it not appear In keeping him alive Or how is fate Equal to us when one man 's private hate May ruine Kingdoms when he will expose Himself to certain death and yet all those Not keep alive this Prince who now is gone Whose loves would give thousands of lives for one Do we then dye in him only as we May in the worlds harmonique body see An universally diffused soul Move in the parts which moves not in the whole So though we rest with him we do appear To live and stir a while as if he were Still quick'ning us Or do perchance we live And know it not See we not Autumn give Back to the earth again what it receiv'd In th' early Spring And may not we deceiv'd Think that those powers are dead which do but sleep And the world's soul doth reunited keep And though this Autumn gave what never more Any Spring can unto the world restore May we not be deceiv'd and think we know Our selves for dead Because that we are so Unto each other when as yet we live A life his love and memory doth give Who was our worlds soul and to whom we are So reunite that in him we repair All other our affections ill bestow'd Since by this love
hither Womankind and all their worth Give me thy Kisses as I call them forth Give me the billing-Kiss that of the Dove A Kiss of love The melting-Kiss a Kiss that doth consume To a perfume The extract-Kiss of every sweet a part A Kiss of Art The Kiss which ever stirs some new delight A Kiss of Might The twaching smacking Kiss and when you cease A Kiss of Peace The Musick-Kiss crotchet and quaver time The Kiss of Rime The Kiss of Eloquence which doth belong Unto the tongue The Kiss of all the Sciences in one The Kiss alone So 't is enough Ditty IF you refuse me once and think again I will complain You are deceiv'd Love is no work of Art It must be got and born Not made and worn Or such wherein you have no part Or do you think they more then once can dy Whom you deny Who tell you of a thousand deaths a day Like the old Poets fain And tell the pain They met but in the common way Or do you think it is too soon to yield And quit the Field You are deceiv'd they yield who first intreat Once one may crave for love But more would prove This heart too little that too great Give me then so much love that we may burn Past all return Who mid'st your beauties flames and spirit lives So great a light must find As to be blind To all but what their fire gives Then give me so much love as in one point Fix'd and conjoynt May make us equal in our flames arise As we shall never start Until we dart Lightning upon the envious eyes Then give me so much love that we may move Like starrs of love And glad and happy times to Lovers bring While glorious in one sphere We still appear And keep an everlasting Spring Elegy over a Tomb. MUst I then see alas eternal night Sitting upon those fairest eyes And closing all those beams which once did rise So radiant and bright That light and heat in them to us did prove Knowledge and Love Oh if you did delight no more to stay Upon this low and earthly stage But rather chose an endless heritage Tell us at least we pray Where all the beauties that those ashes ow'd Are now bestow'd Doth the Sun now his light with yours renew Have Waves the curling of your hair Did you restore unto the Sky and Air The red and white and blew Have you vouchsafed to flowrs since your death That sweetest breath Had not Heav'ns Lights else in their houses slept Or to some private life retir'd Must not the Sky and Air have else conspir'd And in their Regions wept Must not each flower else the earth could breed Have been a weed But thus enrich'd may we not yield some cause Why they themselves lament no more That must have changed course they held before And broke their proper Laws Had not your beauties giv'n this second birth To Heaven and Earth Tell us for Oracles must still ascend For those that crave them at your tomb Tell us where are those beauties now become And what they now intend Tell us alas that cannot tell our grief Or hope relief 1617. Epitaph on Sir Francis Vere Reader IF thou appear Before this tomb attention give And do not fear Unless it be to live For dead is great Sir Francis Vere Of whom this might be said should God ordain One to destroy all sinners whom that one Redeem'd not there that so he might atone His chosen flock and take from earth that stain That spots it still he worthy were alone To finish it and have when they were gone This World for him made Paradise again To M rs Diana Cecyll DIana Cecyll that rare beauty thou dost show Is not of Milk or Snow Or such as pale and whitely things do ow. But an illustrious Oriental Bright Like to the Diamonds refracted light Or early Morning breaking from the Night Nor is thy hair and eyes made of that ruddy beam Or golden-sanded stream Which we find still the vulgar Poets theme But reverend black and such as you would say Light did but serve it and did shew the way By which at first night did precede the day Nor is that symmetry of parts and force divine Made of one vulgar line Or such as any know how to define But of proportions new so well exprest That the perfections in each part confest Are beauties to themselves and to the rest Wonder of all thy Sex let none henceforth inquire Why they so much admire Since they that know thee best ascend no higher Only be not with common praises woo'd Since admiration were no longer good When men might hope more then they understood To her Eyes BLack eyes if you seem dark It is because your beams are deep And with your soul united keep Who could discern Enough into them there might learn Whence they derive that mark And how their power is such That all the wonders which proceed from thence Affecting more the mind then sense Are not so much The works of light as influence As you then joined are Unto the Soul so it again By its connexion doth pertain To that first cause Who giving all their proper Laws By you doth best declare How he at first b'ing hid Within the veil of an eternal night Did frame for us a second light And after bid It serve for ordinary sight His Image then you are If there be any yet who doubt What power it is that doth look out Through that your black He will not an example lack If he suppose that there Were grey or hasle Glass And that through them though sight or soul might shine He must yet at the last define That beams which pass Through black cannot but be divine To her Hair BLack beamy hairs which so seem to arise From the extraction of those eyes That into you she destin-like doth spin The beams she spares what time her soul retires And by those hallow'd fires Keeps house all night within Since from within her awful front you shine As threads of life which she doth twine And thence ascending with the fatal rays Do crown those temples where Love's wonders wrought We afterwards see brought To vulgar light and praise Lighten through all your regions till we find The causes why we are grown blind That when we should your Glories comprehend Our sight recoils and turneth back again And doth as 't were in vain It self to you extend Is it because past black there is not found A fix'd or horizontal bound And so as it doth terminate the white It may be said all colours to infold And in that hand to hold Somewhat of infinite Or is it that the centre of our sight Being vailed in its proper night Discerns your blackness by some other sense Then that by which it doth py'd colours see Which only therefore be Known by their difference Tell us when on her front in curls you lye So diapred from that
make them known as well as if reveal'd Such as contain the kind and difference And all the properties arising thence All praises else as more or less then due Will prove or strongly false or weakly true Having deliver'd now what praises are It rests that I should to the world declare Thy praises DVNN whom I so lov'd alive That with my witty Carew I should strive To celebrate the dead did I not need A language by it self which should exceed All those which are in use For while I take Those common words which men may even rake From Dunghil-wits I find them so defil'd Slubber'd and false as if they had exil'd Truth and propriety such as do tell So little other things they hardly spell Their proper meaning and therefore unfit To blazon forth thy merits or thy wit Nor will it serve that thou did'st so refine Matter with words that both did seem divine When thy breath utter'd them for thou b'ing gone They streight did follow thee Let therefore none Hope to find out an Idiom and sence Equal to thee and to thy Eminence Unless our Gracious King give words their bound Call in false titles which each where are found In Prose and Verse and as bad Coin and light Suppress them and their values till the right Take place and do appear and then in lieu Of those forg'd Attributes stamp some anew Which being currant and by all allow'd In Epitaphs and Tombs might be avow'd More then their Escocheons Mean while because Nor praise is yet confined to its Laws Nor rayling wants his proper dialect Let thy detraction thy late life detect And though they term all thy heat frowardness Thy solitude self-pride fasts niggardness And on this false supposal would inferr They teach not others right themselves who err Yet as men to the adverse part do ply Those crooked things which they would rectifie So would perchance to loose and wanton Man Such vice avail more then their vertues can The Brown Beauty 1. WHile the two contraries of Black and White In the Brown Phaie are so well unite That they no longer now seem opposite Who doubts but love hath this his colour chose Since he therein doth both th' extremes compose And as within their proper Centre close 2. Therefore as it presents not to the view That whitely raw and unconcocted hiew Which Beauty Northern Nations think the true So neither hath it that adust aspect The Moor and Indian so much affect That for it they all other do reject 3. Thus while the White well shadow'd doth appear And black doth through his lustre grow so clear That each in other equal part doth bear All in so rare proportion is combin'd That the fair temper which adorns her mind Is even to her outward form confin'd 4. Phaie your Sexes honour then so live That when the World shall with contention strive To whom they would a chief perfection give They might the controversie so decide As quitting all extreams on either side You more then any may be dignify'd An Ode upon a Question moved Whether Love should continue for ever HAving interr'd her Infant-birth The watry ground that late did mourn Was strew'd with flow'rs for the return Of the wish'd Bridegroom of the earth The well accorded Birds did sing Their hymns unto the pleasant time And in a sweet consorted chime Did welcom in the chearful Spring To which soft whistles of the Wind And warbling murmurs of a Brook And vari'd notes of leaves that shook An harmony of parts did bind While doubling joy unto each other All in so rare consent was shown No happiness that came alone Nor pleasure that was not another When with a love none can express That mutually happy pair Melander and Celinda fair The season with their loves did bless Walking thus towards a pleasant Grove Which did it seem'd in new delight The pleasures of the time unite To give a triumph to their love They stay'd at last and on the Grass Reposed so as o'r his breast She bow'd her gracious head to rest Such a weight as no burden was While over eithers compass'd waste Their folded arms were so compos'd As if in straitest bonds inclos'd They suffer'd for joys they did taste Long their fixt eyes to Heaven bent Unchanged they did never move As if so great and pure a love No Glass but it could represent When with a sweet though troubled look She first brake silence saying Dear friend O that our love might take no end Or never had beginning took I speak not this with a false heart Wherewith his hand she gently strain'd Or that would change a love maintain'd With so much love on either part Nay I protest though Death with his Worst Counsel should divide us here His terrors could not make me fear To come where your lov'd presence is Only if loves fire with the breath Of life be kindled I doubt With our last air 't will be breath'd out And quenched with the cold of death That if affection be a line Which is clos'd up in our last hour Oh how 't would grieve me any pow'r Could force so dear a love as mine She scarce had done when his shut eyes An inward joy did represent To hear Celinda thus intent To a love he so much did prize Then with a look it seem'd deny'd All earthly pow'r but hers yet so As if to her breath he did ow This borrow'd life he thus repli'd O you wherein they say Souls rest Till they descend pure heavenly fires Shall lustful and corrupt desires With your immortal seed be blest And shall our Love so far beyond That low and dying appetite And which so chast desires unite Not hold in an eternal bond Is it because we should decline And wholly from our thoughts exclude Objects that may the sense delude And study only the Divine No sure for if none can ascend Ev'n to the visible degree Of things created how should we The invisible comprehend Or rather since that Pow'r exprest His greatness in his works alone B'ing here best in 's Creatures known Why is he not lov'd in them best But is 't not true which you pretend That since our love and knowledge here Only as parts of life appear So they with it should take their end O no Belov'd I am most sure Those vertuous habits we acquire As being with the Soul intire Must with it evermore endure For if where sins and vice reside We find so foul a guilt remain As never dying in his stain Still punish'd in the Soul doth bide Much more that true and real joy Which in a vertuous love is found Must be more solid in its ground Then Fate or Death can e'r destroy Else should our Souls in vain elect And vainer yet were Heavens laws When to an everlasting Cause They gave a perishing Effect Nor here on earth then nor above Our good affection can impair For where God doth admit the fair Think you that
OCCASIONAL VERSES OF EDWARD Lord HERBERT BARON OF CHERBERY AND CASTLE-ISLAND Deceased in August 1648. LONDON Printed by T. R. for Thomas Dring at the George in Fleet-street near Cliffords-Inn 1665. To the Right Honourable EDWARD Lord HERBERT Baron of Cherbery in England and Castle-Island in Ireland My Lord THIS Collection of some of the scattered Copies of Verses composed in various and perplexed times by Edward Lord Herbert your late Grand-father belongs of double right to your Lordship as Heir and Executor And had it been in his power t' have bequeathed his Learning by Will as his Library and personal Estate it may be presumed he would have given it to you as the best Legacy But Learning being not of our Gift though of our Acquisition nor of the Parapharnalia of a Ladies Chamber nor of the casual and fortunate Goods of the World it must be acknowledged of a transcendency beyond natural things and a beam of the Divinity For by the powers of Knowledge Men are not only distinguished from Men but carried above the reach of ordinary Persons to give Reasons even of their Belief not that Men believe because they know but know because they believe Faith must precede Knowledg and yet Men are not bound t' accept matters of Religion though Religion be th' object and employment of Faith not of reasoning meerly without Reason and probable Inducements That the learned Centuries are past and Learning in declension is too great a truth which may introduce Atheisme with Ignorance for as Ignorance is the Mother of Devotion amongst the Papists so 't is the Mother of Atheisme amongst th' Ignorant The great and most dangerous design of our Church and National Enemies is to make us out of love with Learning as a Mechanick thing and beneath the Spirits of the Nobility and of Princes Whereas nothing improves and inlightens th' understandings of great Persons but Learning and not only innobles them far above their birth but inables them t' impose on others and to give rather then take advice The Learned Generous and Vertuous Person needs no Ancestors And what can so properly be call'd ours as what is of our purchase Gentiles agunt sub nomine Christiano was an old Reproach upon the Primitive Christians and now Men out-act the Gentiles The Goods of this life are all Hydropick Quo plus bibuntur plus sitiuntur Men are the dryer for drinking and the poorer for covetousness no satiety no fulness but in spiritual things The way of Vertue appeared to th' Heathen to be th' only way to Happiness and yet they knew not many Vertues which are the Glory of Christianity as Humility Denying of our selves Taking up the Cross Forgiving and loving our Enemies which th' Heathen took for follies rather then Vertues As for Poetry it bears date before Prose and was of so great authority with the common People and the wiser sort of Antiquity that it was in veneration with their sacred Writ and Records from which they derived their Divinity and belief concerning their Gods and that their Poets as Orpheus Linus and Musaeus were descended of the Gods and divinely inspired from th' extraordinary Motions of their Minds and from the Relations of strange Visions Raptures and Apparitions My Lord Excuse the liberty of this Dedication and believe me Your Lordships Uncle and Humble Servant HENRY HERBERT March 18. 1664 5. TO HIS WATCH When he could not sleep UNcessant Minutes whil'st you move you tell The time that tells our life which though it run Never so fast or farr you 'r new begun Short steps shall overtake for though life well May scape his own Account it shall not yours You are Death's Auditors that both divide And summ what ere that life inspir'd endures Past a beginning and through you we bide The doom of Fate whose unrecall'd Decree You date bring execute making what 's new Ill and good old for as we die in you You die in Time Time in Eternity Ditty DEep Sighs Records of my unpitied Grief Memorials of my true though hopeless Love Keep time with my sad thoughts till wish'd Relief My long despairs for vain and caussess prove Yet if such hap never to you befall I give you leave break time break heart and all Lord thus I sin repent and sin again As if Repentance only were in me Leave for new Sin thus do I entertain My short time and thy Grace abusing thee And thy long-suffering which though it be Ne'r overcome by Sin yet were in vain If tempted oft thus we our Errours see Before our Punishment and so remain Without Excuse and Lord in them 't is true Thy Laws are just but why dost thou distrain Ought else for life save life that is thy due The rest thou mak'st us owe and mayst to us As well forgive But oh my sins renew Whil'st I do talk with my Creator thus A Description I Sing her worth and praises Ey Of whom a Poet cannot ly The little World the Great shall blaze Sea Earth her Body Heaven her Face Her Hair Sun-beams whose every part Lightens enflames each Lover's Heart That thus you prove the Axiom true Whilst the Sun help'd Nature in you Her Front the White and Azure Sky In Light and Glory raised Ey Being o'recast by a Cloudy frown All Hearts and Eyes dejecteth down Her each Brow a Coelestial Bow Which through this Sky her Light doth show Which doubled if it strange appear The Sun 's likewise is doubled there Her either Cheek a Blushing Morn Which on the Wings of Beauty born Doth never set but only fair Shineth exalted in her hair Within her Mouth Heavens Heav'n reside Her Words the Soul 's there Glorifi'd Her Nose th' Aequator of this Globe Where Nakedness Beauties best Robe Presents a form all Hearts to win Last Nature made that dainty Chin Which that it might in every fashion Answer the rest a Constellation Like to a Desk she there did place To write the Wonders of her Face In this Coelestial Frontispiece Where Happiness eternal lies First aranged stand three Senses This Heavens Intelligences Whose several Motions sweet combin'd Come from the first Mover her Mind The weight of this harmonique Sphere The Atlas of her Neck doth bear Whose Favours Day to Us imparts When Frowns make Night in Lovers Hearts Two foming Billows are her Breasts That carry rais'd upon their Crests The Tyrian Fish More white 's their Fome Then that whence Venus once did come Here take her by the Hand my Muse With that sweet Foe to make my Truce To compact Manna best compar'd Whose dewy inside's not full hard Her Waste's an envers'd Pyramis Upon whose Cone Love's Trophee is Her Belly is that Magazine At whose peep Nature did resigne That pretious Mould by which alone There can be framed such a One At th' entrance of which hidden Treasure Happy making above measure Two Alabaster pillars stand To warn all passage from that Land At foot whereof engraved
we now have such abode With him in Heaven as we had here before He left us dead Nor shall we question more Whether the Soul of man be memory As Plato thought We and posterity Shall celebrate his name and vertuous grow Only in memory that he was so And on those tearms we may seem yet to live Because he lived once though we shall strive To sigh away this seeming life so fast As if with us 'twere not already past We then are dead for what doth now remain To please us more or what can we call pain Now we have lost him And what else doth make Diff'rence in life and death but to partake Nor joy nor pain Oh death could'st not fulfil Thy rage against us no way but to kill This Prince in whom we liv'd that so we all Might perish by thy hand at once and fall Under his ruine thenceforth though we should Do all the actions that the living would Yet we shall not remember that we live No more then when our Mothers womb did give That life we felt not Or should we proceed To such a wonder that the dead should breed It should be wrought to keep that memory Which being his can therefore never dy Novemb. 9. 1612. Epitaph of King James HEre lyes King James who did so propagate Unto the World that blest and quiet state Wherein his Subjects liv'd he seem'd to give That peace which Christ did leave and so did live As once that King and Shepherd of his Sheep That whom God saved here he seem'd to keep Till with that innocent and single heart With which he first was crown'd he did depart To better life Great Brittain so lament That Strangers more then thou may yet resent The sad effects and while they feel the harm They must endure from the victorious arm Of our King Charles may they so long complain That tears in them force thee to weep again A Vision WIthin an open curled Sea of Gold A Bark of Ivory one day I saw Which striking with his Oars did seem to draw Tow'rd a fair Coast which I then did behold A Lady held the Stern while her white hand Whiter then either Ivory or Sail Over the surging Waves did so prevail That she had now approached near the Land When suddenly as if she fear'd some wrack And yet the Sky was fair and Air was clear And neither Rock nor Monster did appear Doubting the Point which spi'd she turned back Then with a Second course I saw her steer As if she meant to reach some other Bay Where being approach'd she likewise turn'd away Though in the Bark some Waves now entred were Thus varying oft her course at last I found While I in quest of the Adventure go The Sail took down and Oars had ceas'd to row And that the Bark it self was run aground Wherewith Earths fairest Creature I beheld For which both Bark and Sea I gladly lost Let no Philosopher of Knowledge boast Unless that he my Vision can unfold Tears flow no more or if you needs must flow Fall yet more slow Do not the world invade From smaller springs then yours rivers have grown And they again a Sea have made Brackish like you and which like you hath flown Ebb to my heart and on the burning fires Of my desires Let your torrents fall From smaller sparks then theirs such sparks arise As into flame converting all This world might be but my love's sacrifice Yet if the tempests of my sighs so slow You both must flow And my desires still burn Since that in vain all help my love requires Why may not yet their rages turn To dry those tears and to blow out those fires Italy 1614. Ditty to the tune of A che del Quantomio of Pesarino WHere now shall these Accents go At which Creatures silent grow While Woods and Rocks do speak And seem to break Complaints too long for them to hear Saying I call in vain Echo All in vain = = = Where there is no relief Ec. Here is no relief Ah why then should I fear Unto her rocky heart to speak that grief In whose laments these bear a part Then cruel heart Do but some answer give I do but crave = Do you forbid to live or bid to live Echo Live Ditty CAn I then live to draw that breath Which must bid farewell to thee Yet how should death not seize on me Since absence from the life I hold so dear must needs be death While I do feel in parting Such a living dying As in this my most fatal hour Grief such a life doth lend As quick'ned by his power Even death cannot end I am the first that ever lov'd He yet that for the place contends Against true love so much offends That even this way it is prov'd For whose affection once is shown No longer can the World beguile Who see his pennance all the while He holds a Torch to make her known You are the first were ever lov'd And who may think this not so true So little knows of love or you It need not otherwise be prov'd For though the more judicious eyes May know when Diamonds are right There is requir'd a greater light Their estimate and worth to prise While they who most for beauty strives Can with no Art so lovely grow As she who doth but only ow So much as true affection gives Thus first of Lovers I appear For more appearance makes me none And thus are you belov'd alone That are pris'd infinitely dear Yet as in our Northern Clime Rare fruits though late appear at last As we may see some years b'ing past Our Orenge-trees grow ripe with time So think not strange if Love to break His wonted silence now make bold For a Love is seven years old Is it not time to learn to speak Then gather in that which doth grow And ripen to that fairest hand 'T is not enough that trees do stand If their fruit fall and perish too Epitaph of a stinking Poet. HEre stinks a Poet I confess Yet wanting breath stinks so much less A Ditty to the tune of Coseferite made by Lorenzo Allegre to one sleeping to be sung Ah wonder SO fair a Heaven So fair c. And no Starr shining Ay me and no Starr c. 'T is past my divining Yet stay May not perchance this be some rising Morn Which in the scorn Of our Worlds light discloses This Air of Violets that Sky of Roses T is so An Oriental Sphere Doth open and appear Ascending bright Then since thy hymen I chant May'st thou new pleasures grant Admired light Epitaph on Sir Edward Saquevile's Child who dyed in his Birth REader here lies a Child that never cry'd And therefore never dy'd 'T was neither old nor yong Born to this and the other world in one Let us then cease to mone Nothing that ever dy'd hath liv'd so long Kissing COme
you did give 1618. Melander suppos'd to love Susan but did love Ann. WHo doth presume my Mistress's name to scan Goes about more then any way he can Since all men think that it is Susan Echo Ann. What say'st Then tell who is as white as Swan While others set by her are pale and wan Then Echo speak Is it not Susan Ec. Ann. Tell Echo yet whose middle's but a span Some being gross as bucket round as pan Say Echo then Is it not Susan Ec. Ann. Say is she not soft as meal without bran Though yet in great hast once from me she ran Must I not however love Susan Ec. Ann. Echo to a Rock THou heaven-threat'ning Rock gentler then she Since of my pain Thou still more sensible wilt be Only when thou giv'st leave but to complain Echo Complain But thou dost answer too although in vain Thou answer'st when thou canst no pity show Echo Oh. What canst thou speak and pity too Then yet a further favour do And tell if of my griefs I any end shall know Echo No. Since she will pity him that loves her so truly Echo You ly Vile Rock thou now grow'st so unruly That had'st thou life as thou hast voice Thou should'st dye at my foot Echo Dye at my foot Thou canst not make me do 't Unless thou leave it to my choice Who thy hard sentence shall fulfill When thou shalt say I dye to please her only will Echo I will When she comes hither then I pray thee tell Thou art my Monument and this my last farewell Echo Well Echo in a Church WHen shall my troubled soul at large Discharge The burden of her sins oh where Echo Here. Whence comes this voice I hear Who doth this grace afford If it be thou O Lord Say if thou hear my prayers when I call Echo All. And wilt thou pity grant when I do cry Echo I. Then though I fall Thy Grace will my defects supply But who will keep my soul from ill Quench bad desires reform my Will Echo I will O may that will and voice be blest Which yields such comforts unto one distrest More blessed yet would'st thou thy self unmask Or tell at least who undertakes this task Echo Ask. Since now with crying I am grown so weak I shall want force even to crave thy name O speak before I wholly weary am Echo I am To his Mistress for her true Picture DEath my lifes Mistress and the soveraign Queen Of all that ever breath'd though yet unseen My heart doth love you best yet I confess Your picture I beheld which doth express No such eye-taking beauty you seem lean Unless you 'r mended since Sure he did mean No honour to you that did draw you so Therefore I think it false Besides I know The picture Nature drew which sure 's the best Doth figure you by sleep and sweetest rest Sleep nurse of our life care's best reposer Natures high'st rapture and the vision giver Sleep which when it doth seize us souls go play And make Man equal as he was first day Yet some will say Can pictures have more life Then the original To end this strife Sweet Mistress come and shew your self to me In your true form while then I think to see Some beauty Angelick that comes t' unlock My bodies prison and from life unyoke My well divorced soul and set it free To liberty eternal Thus you see I find the Painters error and protect Your absent beauties ill drawn by th' effect For grant it were your work and not the Graves Draw Love by Madness then Tyrants by Slaves Because they make men such Dear Mistress then If you would not be seen by owl-ey'd Men Appear at noon i' th' Air with so much light The Sun may be a Moon the Day a Night Clear to my Soul but dark'ning the weak sense Of those the other Worlds Cimmeriens And in your fatal Robe imbroidered With Starr-characters teaching me to read The destiny of Mortals while your clear brow Presents a Majesty to instruct me how To love or dread nought else May your bright hair Which are the threds of life fair crown'd appear With that your Crown of Immortality In your right hand the Keys of Heaven be In th' other those of the Infernal Pit Whence none retires if once he enter it And here let me complain how few are those Whose souls you shall from earth's vast dungeon lose To endless happiness few that attend You the true Guide unto their journeys end And if old Vertue 's way narrow were 'T is rugged now having no passenger Our life is but a dark and stormy night To which sense yields a weak and glimmering light While wandring Man thinks he discerneth all By that which makes him but mistake and fall He sees enough who doth his darkness see These are great lights by which less dark'ned be Shine then Sun-bright or through my senses vail A day-star of the light doth never fail Shew me that Goodness which compounds the strife 'Twixt a long sickness and a weary life Set forth that Justice which keeps all in aw Certain and equal more then any Law Figure that happy and eternal Rest Which till Man do enjoy he is not blest Come and appear then dear Soul-ravisher Heav'ns lightest Usher Man's deliverer And do not think when I new beauties see They can withdraw my settled love from thee Flesh-beauty strikes me not at all I know When thou do'st leave them to the grave they show Worse then they now show thee they shal not move In me the least part of delight or love But as they teach your power Be the nut brown The loveliest colour which the flesh doth crown I 'll think it like a Nut a fair outside Within which Worms and rottenness abide If fair then like the Worm it self to be If painted like their slime and sluttery If any yet will think their beauties best And will against you spite of all contest Seize them with Age so in themselves they 'l hate What they scorn'd in your picture and too late See their fault and the Painters Yet if this Which their great'st plague and wrinkled torture is Please not you may to the more wicked sort Or such as of your praises make a sport Denounce an open warr send chosen bands Of Worms your souldiers to their fairest hands And make them lep'rous-scabb'd upon their face Let those your Pioneers Ring-worms take their place And safely near with strong approaches got Intrench it round while their teeths rampire rot With other Worms may with a damp inbred Sink to their senses which they shall not dead And thus may all that e'r they prided in Confound them now As for the parts within Send Gut-worms which may undermine a way Unto their vital parts and so display That your pale Ensign on the walls then let Those Worms your Veteranes which never yet Did fail enter Pel mel and ransack all Just as they see the
further then to invite The Soul unto that part it ought to take When that from this address it would but make Some introduction only to delight 4. For while they from the outward sense transplant The love grew there in earthly mould and scant To the Souls spacious and immortal field They spring a love eternal which will yield All that a pure affection can grant 5. Besides what time or distance might effect Is thus remov'd while they themselves connect So far above all change as to exclude Not only all which might their sense delude But mind to any object else affect 6. Nor will the proof of Constancy be hard When they have plac'd upon their mind that guard As no ignoble thought can enter there And Love doth such a vertue persevere And in it self so find a just reward 7. And thus a love made from a worthy choice Will to that union come as but one voice Shall speak one thought but think the others will And while but frailty they can know no ill Their souls more then their bodies must rejoice 8. In which estate nothing can so fulfill Those heights of pleasure which their souls instill Into each other but that love thence draws New Arguments of joy while the same cause That makes them happy makes them greater still 9. So that however multipli'd and vast Their love increase they will not think it past The bounds of growth till their exalted fire B'ing equally inlarg'd with their desire Transform and fix them to one Starr at last 10. Or when that otherwise they were inclin'd Unto those publick joys which are assign'd To blessed souls when they depart from hence They would besides what Heaven doth dispense Have their contents they in each other find The IDEA Made of Alnwick in his Expedition to Scotland with the Army 1639. ALL Beauties vulgar eyes on earth do see At best but some imperfect Copies be Of those the Heavens did at first decree For though th' Idea's of each sev'ral kind Conceiv'd above by the Eternal Mind Are such as none can error in them find Since from his thoughts and presence he doth bear And shut out all deformity so farr That the least beauty near him is a Starr As Nature yet from far th' Idea's views And doth besides but vile materials chuse We in her works observe no small abuse Some of her figures therefore foil'd and blurr'd Shew as if Heaven had no way concurr'd In shapes so disproportion'd and absurd Which being again vex'd with some hate and spite That doth in them vengeance and rage excite Seem to be tortur'd and deformed quite While so being fixt they yet in them contain Another sort of ugliness and stain B'ing with old wrinkles interlin'd again Lastly as if Nature ev'n did not know What Colour every sev'ral part should ow They look as if their Galls did overflow Fair is the mark of Good soul of Ill Although not so infallibly but still The proof depends most on the mind and will As Good yet rarely in the Foul is met So 't would as little by its union get As a rich Jewel that were poorly set For since Good first did at the Fair begin Foul being but a punishment for sin Fair 's the true outside to the Good within In these the supreme Pow'r then so doth guide Natures weak hand as he doth add beside All by which Creatures can be dignifi'd While you in them see so exact a line That through each sev'ral part a glimpse doth shine Of their original and form divine Therefore the characters of fair and good Are so set forth and printed in their blood As each in other may be understood That Beauty so accompani'd with Grace And equally conspicuous in the face In a fair Womans outside takes the place Thus while in her all rare perfection meets Each as with joy its fellow beauty greets And varies so into a thousand sweets Or if some tempting thought do so assault As doubtful she 'twixt two opinions halt A gentle blush corrects and mends the fault That so she still fairer and better grows Without that thus she more to passion ows Then what fresh colour on her cheeks bestows To which again her lips such helps can add As both will chase all grievous thoughts and sad And give what else can make her good or glad As Statuaries yet having fram'd in Clay An hollow Image afterwards convey The molten mettle through each several way But when it once unto its place hath past And th' inward Statua perfectly is cast Do throw away the outward Clay at last So when that form the Heav'ns at first decreed Is finished within Souls do not need Their Bodies more but would from them be freed For who still cover'd with their earth would ly Who would not shake their fetters off and fly And be at least next to a Deity However then you be most lovely here Yet when you from all Elements are clear You far more pure and glorious shall appear Thus from above I doubt not to behold You second self renew'd in your own mold And rising thence fairer then can be told From whence ascending to the Elect and Blest In your true joys you will not find it least That in Heav'n shall know and love you best For while I do your coming there attend I shall much time on your idea spend And note how far all others you transcend And thus though you more then an Angel be Since being here to sin and mischief free You will have rais'd your self to their degree That so victorious over Death and I ate And happy in your everlasting state You shall triumphant enter Heaven gate Hasten not thither yet for as you are A Beauty upon Earth without compare You will shew best still where you are most rare Live all our lives then If the picture can Here entertain a loving absent man Much more th' Idea where you first began Platonick Love DIsconsolate and sad So little hope of remedy I find That when my matchless Mistress were inclin'd To pity me 't would scarcely make me glad The discomposing of so fair a Mind B'ing that which would to my Afflictions add For when she should repent This Act of Charity had made her part With such a precious Jewel as her Heart Might she not grieve that e'r she did relent And then were it fit I felt the smart Untill I grew the greater Penitent Nor were 't a good excuse When she pleas'd to call for her Heart again To tell her of my suffering and pain Since that I should her Clemency abuse While she did see what wrong she did sustain In giving what she justly might refuse Vex'd thus with me at last When from her kind restraint she now were gone And I left to the Manacles alone Should I not on another Rock be cast Since they who have not yet content do mone Far less then they whose hope thereof is past Besides I would deserve