and leg display'd He shrouds the soft and pain-expecting Maid Now Venus teaches 'em a new-found trade The Marriage-Queen now plays the Chamber-maid Juno her self is now officious grown And there attends to teach 'em wars unknown Whilst he seeks after labour for his rest On the soft pillows of her downy breast Her panting heart and breasts derive their sence Partly from fear and from Obedience Still as his hand descends all joys appear As if he did ascend the Hemisphear Before Joy's gates are open thus he cryes Nature e're this has open'd sure your eyes Thou of my hopes the store-house and the treasure My long expected and my newest pleasure My heav'n my dearest life this could not be Without Diana's curst severity You shall no more the pow'r of Love withstand At this she turns and stays his forward hand Trembling to think of what was to ensue Or prove the thing which yet she never knew 'Twixt hope and fear she thus replies O fair And lovely youth list to a Virgins prayer Pity my fears put me to no affright I only crave reprieve but for this night The prayer was shorter than her fear or doubt Had it been long he 'd ne're have heard it out But hoping the Bliss might greater be From expectation and Civility He urges thus My hopes will melt away If I permit one minutes more delay Must I relaps now I am rais'd so high O! let me know you once before I dye With that she seems intranc'd and prostrate lyes Nor hath word to utter more or eyes To see her self unvirgin'd winks lyes still And since she needs must let him act his will There betwixt both they quench their am'rous fires She what she fears he what he most desires A Song PHillis confirm the passion you own Since mine so apparent and just does prove Shun the disguise my heart is known To brook no hidden Love What I court I 'le enjoy or I 'le give it o're I 'le put no hope or fear on the score 'T is the fop-adoring That still is imploring Disdain or Love I 'le say no more Sure 't was a dart but wantonly thrown That makes you conceal what your thoughts inspire Love when 't is true will ne're disown The flame that caus'd the fire But you with your passion such jugling show That in the end you prove your own foe For when we come to trial And find a denial To ease our thoughts we let it go Pleasing Hopes A Song WHat fancies of pleasure does Love all alone Propose to it self when the object is gone But alas how vain is the strength of that joy Which a word or a look has pow'r to destroy For though the first venture prove calm in her eyes In the second access a storm may arise Then with sighs and with grief are those spirits display'd Who to comfort dispair might have given their aid Thus Lovers with doubt a fond kindness pursue Whilst fate for their follies proves false and untrue They 're either possest with the thoughts of dispair Or else lay on Love a continual care Then since we 're indu'd with so gentle a soul That ev'ry small signal our hearts may controul 'T were a sign of Loves pity our cares to restrain By making us freemen without so much pain An Epitaph on a merry Wife of Windsor that died of the Stone in her Bladder UNder this Stone Moll Standford lyes There 's no great fear her Ghost will rise Unless it be on Death to rail That would not let her vent her Ale But had a mind to pick a quarrel And so in spight stopt up her barrel Thinking to rid her of her worldly pelf Struck in and turned Tapster there himself To Mistriss E. m. upon his going to Sea SUre you by Amorous flames were ne're possest Since my alas does so unhappy prove That fierce Ambition drives me from your breast Slighting the charms of safety and of Love New projects now arise and modern cares Breed new desires yet let beatitude Prolong your dayes whilst tumults of affairs I prise beyond the peace of solitude Ambitious hearts a quiet life despise Fortune 's the subject of a Hero's Love Whilst in her hand the worlds great treasure lyes Think not but merit may her bounty move Yet may your Virtues ne're from this surmise I can contemn so great so sweet a Bliss Ungrateful Love is to it self unwise Blessings and Prayers are due for ev'ry kiss I could shake off this vain enticing fate Did but my wishes here at home prove true And all kind thoughts to an effect create Your Rival Fortune I 'd renounce for you But she by often whisp'ring in my ear Has now bereav'd me of a Deity Whilst to your Harbor still my coast I steer I 'm prest before the Scepter of your eye Thus by your cruel Rival I 'm trappan'd To think on Love 't is but a punishment Who can at once two fatal pow'rs withstand To say the Gods 't were but a Complement Then precious moment hast to ease my pain Your presence to my griefs would comfort give Since I must wear no more this harmless chain Farewel to Love but let Dorinda live Beauties Frailty DEceitful Nature all those youthful Joyes Thou dost bestow thou art the first destroys Beauty 's but frail as time runs on it wasts And the more exercis'd the more it hasts Not always can the purple Violet rest Or Lillies bloom in the Adorers breast For when that seat they can no longer grace They 'r laid aside while fresh supply the place The fragrant rose whose beauty we admire The leaves once fall'n shews but a naked brier Fair objects have the shortest course to run The Lilly droops to the out-living Sun All the fine trimming that adorns the earth Has the full height of glory in its birth The shortest reign is from the time 't is blown For when the colour spreads the beauty 's gon ' Heav'n thought it too sufficient to decree On mortal blessings Immortality Wonder we may if beauty then grow old Since that and favour are of equal mold 'T is Adoration gives those fresh supplies Which once remov'd both fame and beauty dies So in the greatest Paragon appears A Lease of Beauty not for life but years Epithalamium LIve one in heart so long till time forget you have been two Upon your bosoms joyes more frequent fit than pearls of dew On earths fair cheek but may No Sun kiss one of these away Plenty your tables chast desires still meet to Crown your beds And may the Bridegroom the first night beget new Maiden-heads I could say more but verse is ty'd Wild joyes in prose are best supply'd Acrosticon on his lamented friend G. I. who after long service at Sea was accidentally shot by his Friend GO friendly fame and tell his honours due Enclose my grief but let his name renew On his cold Tomb methinks each word I see Run into tears and mourn at Destiny Guarded
beauty or else put one Love Or shall I pray thy silence still may prove What Lovers us'd t' expound consent to Love Let not suspition draw thy wishing eye Thou mayst commit thy self to silent groves The listning trees grooms of thy bed shall be The Air close Secretary to our Loves Be not so coy then to receive a kiss Thou might'st have kiss me twenty times ere this Must I be miserable and in vain Give invitations to Love's pleasing Wars Too well I feel the proof of thy disdain Sighing and curfing my malignant Stars And while I chide the fates that gave me birth Repentance rob thy eyes t' enrich the earth Justice thou Queen of more than mortal sway Punish with sorrow my contemners pride And by some strange and most prodigious Way Let her the weight of thy revenge abide And since her heart to me a rock hath prov'd Let her so love at last and dye unlov'd A Song BEauty that it self can kill Through the finest temper'd steel Can those wounds she makes endure And insult it o're the brave Since she knows a certain Cure When she is dispos'd to save But when a Lover bleeding lyes Wounded by other arms And that she sees those harms for which she knows no remedies Then Beauty sorrows livery wears And while she melts away in tears Drooping in sorrow shews Like Roses overcharg'd with morning dews Nor do women though they wear The most tender character Suffer in this case alone Hearts enclos'd with Iron walls In humanity must groan When the fame and virtue falls Careless courage would not be An honor but a shame Nor bear the noble name Of valour but Barbarity The Generous ev'n in success Lament their Enemies distress And scorn it should appear Who are the conquer'd with the Conquerer The Silent Lover MUst I be silent no and yet forbear Convey thy passion rather in some tear Or let a sigh express how much thy bliss Depends on her or breath it in a kiss And mingle souls loud accents call the eyes Of envy and but waken jealousies Then silence be my Language which if she But understand and speak again to me We shall secure our fate and prove at least The miracle of Lovers silent breast Bar frowns from our Discourse and every where A smile may be his own Interpreter Thus shall we read inspight of standers-by Whole volumes in the twinkling of an eye Distempered Love SO wretched are the sick of Love No herb has vertue to remove The growing ill But still The more we Remedies oppose The Fever more malignant grows Doubts do but add unto desire Like oyl that 's thrown upon the fire Which serves to make the flame aspire And not t' extinguish it Love has its trembling and its burning fit Fruition which the sick propose To end and recompence their woes But turns them 'ore To more And curing one does but prepare A new perhaps a greater Care Enjoyment even in the chast Pleases not satisfies the tast And licenc'd Love the worst can fast Such is the Lovers state Pining and pleas'd alike unfortunate On his Mistriss asleep A Song CEase warring thoughts and let her brain Such pleasing fancies entertain As make a pulse in ev'ry vein Ye Cristal Rivers that are nigh As your streams are passing by Teach your murmurs Harmony Ye winds that wait upon the Spring And perfumes to flow'rs do bring Know Love's the Mistriss of a King And let your sweet and Amorous whispers here Breath soft and pleasant Musick in her ear Shroud the Sun and let each tree To her a kind umbrella be And let her dreams be all on me Ye warbling Nightingales repair From ev'ry grove to charm this Air For her the fairest of the fair And with the wonders of your brest Each striving to excel the rest Who can charm my Silvia best That when 't is time to wake her close your parts And drop down from the trees with broken hearts The Souldiers Song TO arms to arms the Heroes cry A glorious death or Victory Beauty and Love although combin'd And each so pow'rful alone Cannot prevail against a mind Bound up in resolution Tears their weak influence vainly prove Nothing the daring breast can move Honour is blind and deaf ev'n deaf to Love The field the field where valour bleeds Spurn'd into dust by barbed Steeds Instead of wanton Beds of Down Is now the Scene where we must try To overthrow or be o'rethrown Bravely to overcome or dye Honour in her int'rest sits above What Beauty Prayers or tears can move Were there no honour there would be no Love Vain Ambition HOw the vain world ambitiously aspires And falls insensibly in its desires Just as the Sun climbing the Skies He still in brighter beams does rise Till in his full Meridian plac'd His glories thence decline as fast So men by dangerous degrees Arrive at honours precipiec Striving ambitiously to get To brighter stations higher yet There wanting footing for their pride They totter on the other side And in one act do forfeit more Than all they had attain'd before To Dorinda after Absence HEav'n guard my fair Dorinda some that know How far the time 's increast Since I beheld thy lovely brow Would count an Age at least But unto me Whose thoughts are still on thee I vow By those dear eyes 't is but an hour ago That Mistriss I esteem but poor in bliss That when her servant parts Gives not as much with her last kiss As will maintain two hearts Till both do meet To tast what else is sweet Is 't fit Time measure Love or our affection it A Moral Song HOw frailty makes us to our wrong Fear and be loth to dye When life is only dying long And death the Remedy We shun Eternity And still would grovel here beneath Though still in woe and strife When life 's the path that leads to death And death the door to life The fear of death is the Disease Makes the poor Patient smart Vain apprehensions often freeze The vitals of the heart Without the dreaded dart When fury rides on pointed steel Death's fear the heart doth seize Whilst in that very fear we feel A greater sting than his A Dialogue between Fame and Virtue Vir. RIse golden Fame and give thy name a birth From great and generous actions done on earth Fam. The life of Fame is action Vir. Understood That action must be virtuous great and good Fam. Virtue it self by Fame is oft protected And dyes obscure Vir. That 's where the Fame 's neglected Great actions oft obscur'd by time may lye drown'd in oblivion Fam. But they oftner last to Memory Vir. But all do help to lift me to Eternity Chorus Thus while Fame's rising Virtue flies to Heav'n And leaves a light here brighter than the seven The Boon Companion A Song HAng formal debates let 's fill up our bowls And bouse a brisk health to those generous souls That Beauty enchants and musick controuls
That still is imploring Disdain or Love I 'le say no more Sure 't was a dart but want only thrown That makes you conceal what your thoughts inspire Love when 't is true will ne're disown The flame that caus'd the fire But you with your passion such juggling show That i' th' end you prove your own foe For when we come to tryal And find a denial To ease our thoughts we let it go The Brave Lover UNhappy he whose fortune lower lyes Then his Love will bow unto 't The Eagle scorns to prey on silly flies Shrubs wither at the Cedars root It 's better far to perish tame With secret grief than open shame How tame is he that will his life bestow Ere to his foe the Victim flies Or he whose sence does greater blessings know Will wed himself to miseries Then live and let thy fall be fair By brave attempts not base dispair Epithalamium TO bed ye two in one united go To pleasures killing Embrace and struggle till your spirits flow Embrace more willing Than th'loving Palms great unions wonder That ne're bore any fruit asunder Be young to each when Winter and grey hairs Your head shall clime May your affections like the merry sphears still move in time And may with many a good presage Your marriage prove your merny age On the sight of my true Dorinda Masked WHen her poor Metaphor heavens radiant eye Puts his day-shading mask of darkness by And freely shines those shapes of living jet I' th' Eastern shores half pickl'd up in sweat Adore his lustre but they never bow Whilst clouds disguise and mascarade his brow So when mine eyes first view'd her she alas Was mask'd and ign'rantly I by did pass Without adoring when such shrines as hers Would make Saints croud to be Idolaters When Mistriss-like Loadstones in boxes cas'd I 've sometimes seen neor Iron wedges plac'd The am'rous metal wav'd and still crept neer As if it knew its Love had center'd there I felt this sympathy and in my brest Like a stray bird now fluttring neer his nest Or like a Pilot I my course did steer As who would say I know my harbours neer Now with devouter eyes lookt agen But her black veil not drawn thus thought I then Thus Angel-pictures in the sacred quire Are veild to raise our adoration higher Myriads on each side as you walk must fall As bastard Eaglets 'fore your Emblem Sol. Thus you with looks Philosophy controul And fate and leave the world without a soul Or prove which I confess since I was hit This all hath but one soul and you are it The Concern RIse Aristarchus and erect a Scheme Tell me may I expect a cheerful beam From my Love's eye Say shall my joyes become Perfect on this side of Elizium Come cast a figure shall I find that place Where I in her may heav'n on earth embrace Why should hope flatter me since her fair hands Shuns Hymens tyes and Venus fair commands But why should she shun heav'ns good will and be So adverse to her Genial Deity Truth on mens tongues she sayes doth seldom sit But what they rashly swear they soon forget She sayes they write in sand when they make oaths And keep their vows just as they do their cloaths Whilst only they are new and fresh i' th' fashion But once grown old like words they speak in passion They lay them by forgot and their Loves leave With pensive eyes to wail the faith they gave To their more faithless vows and then in pride And scorns triumphal Chariot they ride Over their spoyles and tyrannously glory How many female Trophies deck their story Thus slippery streams the yielding banks do court And gliding thence say they but lov'd in sport O heav'n that Lovers who have damn'd their trust Should rob the reputation of the just Pity ye Gods still let true love be blest Let not that dye a Martyr for the rest Rouze ye infernal Hags ye direful three From the foul Lake of nights dark Empery Give me a bunch of stinging snakes to lash Kind Nymph-deceivers and to take their flesh Hell's curse on that inconstant crew that took Love's sacred name their fraud and lust to cloak Vipers to your own kind its long on you The Nymphs scarce credit us that would be true Rest thee Ixion these deserve to feel The weary service of thy constant wheel May the laborious Stone disturb your rests And ravenous Vultures banquet on your brests May heav'n send Plagues and Poets curses more Than ever yet was thought or heard before And may your ribs in Hell a grid-iron be Whereon your souls may broyl eternally But ah I faint I doubt my fate is near I feel that colder poyson sad dispair Invades my veins troubling my destiny Warning my soul out who 'd fain sain stay to try Ere th' other world I know to find a bliss If not I never more shall think on this Yet I will e're on earth I quit my room Bespeak a better in Elizium An ELEGY On the most lamented Death of that brave and worthy Hero Edw. Earl of Sandwich Lord Vice Admiral of England O! That my soul were raptur'd into Verse To write with dew of passion on thy hearse Could my just grief pathetickly relate Our loss in thee by thy too sudden fate I 'd write thy Story in so just degree Should melt the Reader into Poesie But when ' gainst grief my fancy I would arm My Pen is wrackt and ev'ry thought a storm Though deepest sorrows make a Fame obscure Yet to the suffring thought Love gives the cure And makes that honour which dull grief would shorwd Peep like the Sun above the dropping cloud Hence my poor restless thoughts are bound to show For thee the justest Honour that I owe Thou goodly Star of mighty Charle's Wain Bellona's heart and sweet Apollo's brain Thou Hero of so large and free a soul A judgment clear a courage uncontroul So wisely noble and so brave a mind We must not think in hast on earth to find Unless the times would turn to gold agen And nature get new strength in forming men In musting on thy chance we can but guess Fate could have done no more nor honour less Nor can the prying world be so unjust So partial to thy Honour and thy trust If they 'd but know how Valour then did lye Grasp'd in an unprevented Destiny Yet so unmov'd that scarce strove life to save But smil'd upon its soon expected grave Had Caesar in that cloud of fate been hid He had dy'd like thee more nobly than he did Yet 't was too soon Life might in concu'ring Death Increast thy fortunes and prolong'd thy breath And made those Trophies which thy Valour won A morning Star and a Meridian Sun Fate seem'd indeed a Guardian friend a while But streight'gan to be treach'rous and beguil For whilst the thundring Shot amidst the throng Ow'd him more Honour than to do him wrong She soon
by fate from dread and bloody fight In falling thus she ow'd her greatest spight O! pensive mortals what untimely fate Heav'n calls our sorrows to participate Nature and mem'ry shall inscribe thy Dust Sweet Sober Civil Valiant and Just O! Chance that hand which so much friendship mov'd Now has the flower cropt which most it lov'd The tyr'd Pilgrim COme honest Sexton take thy spade And let my grave be quickly made Thou still art ready for the dead Like a kind host to make a bed I now am come to be thy guess Let me in some dark lodging rest For I am weary full of pain And of my Pilgrimage complain Which hath been tedious but I find The fates to me at length are kind And did it sure for pity sake Of my poor weakness shorter make To heav'ns decree I fainting lye Being most ready now to dye Make my cold bed good Sexton Deep That my poor bones may safely sleep Until that sad and joyful day When from above a voice shall say Wake all ye dead lift up your eyes The great Creator bids you rise Then do I hope among the Just To shake off this polluted dust And with new robes of Glory drest To have a seat among the blest Hark! hark I hear the Passing-bell Farewel my loving friends Farewel Loves Extasie AS Saints when they a Vision spie Struck with amaze and extasie Do their whole sence and soul unite To give attendance to the sight Till ev'ry look or thought employ'd Is lost i' th' pleasure it enjoy'd So when my Cloris I accost I gaze and wonder till I 'm lost And thence conclude that if there be A Heav'n upon earth 't is she When from her eyes I feel a pain I 'm cur'd by looking on again And when my sadness she 'd beguil She darts me with a killing smile Thus all in charms I 'm cover'd o're But of her pow'r O! name no more Left ev'ry thought that flows from thence Commit a rape upon my sence And make me thus devoted prove A Martyr of imperfect Love Philomels Call A Song HArk how in yonder shady Grove Sweet Philomel is warbling Love And with her voice is courting Kings For since she was a bird she sings There is no pleasure but in men Oh come and ravish me again Ye Virgins that are young and fair May kiss and grow into a pair Then warm and active use your blood Let no could thought congeal the flood Use what Love and Nature 's sent Lest age you envy and repent Impatience A Song AH Cruel eyes that first enflam'd My poor resistless heart That when my thoughts I would have blam'd They still encreast the smart What pow'r above Creats such Love To languish with desire May some disdain Encrease my pain or may the flame expire And yet I die to think how soon My wishes may return If slighted and my hope once gon I must in silence mourn Then Tyranness Do but express The mystrie of your pow'r 'T is as soon s'ed You 'l love and wed As studying for 't an hour I yield to fate though your fair eyes Have made the pow'r your own 'T was they that did my heart surprise Dear Nymph 't was they alone Let not my flame Pronounce your Name So cruel and unkind When I have strove So long in Love To leave my Joyes behind Good Night BId me no more Good Night because 'T is dark must I away Love doth acknowledge no such Laws And Love 't is I obey Who blind doth all your light despise And hath no need of eyes When day is fled Besides the Sun which you Complain is gone 't is true Is gone to bed Then let us do so too Surprising Favour A New-Years Gift WHen fair Miradona first honour'd my sight I was blest with surprise and amaz'd with delight My sence was so weak I was forc't to withdraw My eyes from the beautiful object I saw With what honour it strook When she gave but a look Then blest be those eyes and more blest the tongue That so many blessings has heapt in a throng Where beauty and generous honour conjoyn The one full of pow'r the other Divine It does on the humble new fancies bestow And makes him imagine a heaven below Ah! the pleasant relief That honour can give Where beauty commands what pow'r can detain Were the Gods upon earth they 'd find 't were in vain Then fairest since you are a Deity here My first fruits I offer the first of this year May your beauty old time and his minutes servive And may your kind honour your beauty out-live May each hour and each day Be delightful as May May this my oblation your favours enjoy You Crown me with bless and my suffrings destroy On his Mistriss walking in the Garden TEll gay Spring and let me know What pretty feet they were that so Imprest the earth and made such flowers grow Sure she was a Queen at least Or a goddess 'bove the rest And all their graces in her self exprest O! 'twere a fame To know her name Whether she were the root Or did they take Impression from her foot The Morallist TOo weak are human eyes to pry Into the shades of destiny Fate spreads a curtain to our sight Through which a faint imperfect light Serves only to perplex our way As blinking Meteors make us stray What can the jugling Priest foretel In his ambiguous Oracle Cheating our judgments whilst he shrouds Vain riddles in mysterious clouds Wisely did Providence deny To human Curiosity That only priviledge to look In destinies eternal Book For should we know our periods then We should do more or less than men The murdered Beauty THe young the fair the chast the good The sweet Clorissa in a flood Of her own Crimson lyes A bloody bloody sacrifice To death and mans inhuman cruelties Weep Virgins till your sorrow swells In tears above those Ivory cells That guard those Globes of light Drown drown those beauties of your eyes Beauty should mourn when beauty dies And make a general night To pay her Innocence its Funeral right Death since his Empire first begun So foul a Conquest never won Nor yet so fair a prise And had he had a heart or eyes Her beauty would have charm'd his cruelties Even savage beasts will beauty spare Fierce Lyons fawn upon the fair Nor dare offend the chast But vitious man that sees and knows The mischiefs his wild fury does And not to check it in the least Proves but ungovern'd man the greatest beast The Desperate Lover OH that I ne're had known the pow'r of Love That ign'rant of the sweetness I might rest In supposition what the bliss might prove My knowledge has reveal'd a fate unblest And by acquaintance of so much Delight I 'm tortur'd by the pleasure of my sight In vain was so much sweetness plac'd upon A stubborn heart a Panther and a Dove Cruel and fair were never meant for one Resign thy