Oft to their outmost reach She will extend Her towring Wings to soar on high And then by just degrees descend Oft in a swift strait Course She glides Obliquely oft the air divides And oft with wanton play hangs hov'ring in the Sky V. Whilst Sense of duty into my artless Muse Th' ambition would infuse To mingle with those Nymphs that Homage pay And wait on Thine in her Triumphant way Defect of merit checks her forward pride And makes her dread t' approach thy Chariot side For 't were at least a rude Indecency If not Profane t' appear At this Solemnity Crown'd with no Lawrel wreath as others are But this we will presume to do At distance to attend the show Officious to gather up The Scatter'd Bayes if any drop From others Temples and with those A plain Plebeian Coronet compose This as your Livery she 'd wear to hide Her Nakedness not gratifie her Pride Such was the Verdant dress Which the Offending Pair did frame Of platted Leaves not to express Their Pride i' th' Novel-Garb but to conceal their shame N. TATE To my dear Friend Mr. THOMAS FLATMAN Upon the Publication of his POEMS Pindariq ' Ode I. WIthin the haunted thicket where The feather'd Choristers are met to play And celebrate with voices clear And Accents sweet the praise of May The Ouzel Thrush and speckled Lark And Philomel that loves the dawn and dark These the inspired throng In numbers smooth and strong Adorn their noble Theme with an immortal Song While Woods and Vaults the Brook and neighbouring Hill Repeat the varied close and the melodious Trill II. Here feast your Ears but let their Eye Wander and see one of the lesser fry Under a leaf or on a dancing twig Ruffle his painted feathers and look big Pirk up his tail and hop between The boughs by moving only to be seen Perhaps his troubled breast he prunes As he doth meditate his tunes At last compos'd his little head he rears Towards what he strives to imitate the Spheres And chirping then begins his best Falls on to Pipe among the rest Deeming that all 's not worth a rush Without his Whistle from the bush III. Th' harmonious sound did reach my ear That eccho'd Thy clear Name Which all must know who e're did hear Of Cowley or Orinda's fame I heard the Genius with surprizing Grace Would visit us with his fair off-spring gay As is the morning spring in May But fairer much and of immortal race IV. Delighted greatly as I listning stood The sound came from each corner of the wood It both the Shrubs and Cedars shak'd And my drowsie Muse awak'd Strange that the sound should be so shrill That had its passage through a Quill Then I resolv'd Thy praises to rehearse The wonders of Thy Pen among the Croud Of thy learn'd Friends that sing so loud But 't was not to be sung or reach'd in verse By my weak notes scarce to be heard Or if they could not worth regard Desisting therefore I must only send My very kind well wishes to my Friend Octav. Pulleyn THE CONTENTS On the Death of the Right Honourable Thomas Earl of Ossory Pindarique Ode 1 To the Memory of the Incomparable Orinda Pindarique Ode 8 The review to Dr. W. S. Pindarique Ode 14 To my Worthy Friend Mr. Sam. Woodford on his Excellent Version of the Psalms Pindarique Ode 27 On the Death of the Truly Valiant George Duke of Albermarle Pindarique Ode 32 The Retirement Pindarique Ode made in the time of the great Sickness 1665. 43 Translated out of a part of Petronius Arbiter's Satyricon 48 A thought of Death 55 Psalm 39. verses 4 and 5. 56 Hymn for the Morning 57 Anthem for the Evening 58 Death ASong 59 The Happy Man 61 On Mr. Johnson's several Shipwracks 62 An Explanation of an Emblem engraven by U. H. 64 For Thoughts 6◠Against Thoughts 70 A Dooms-Day-Thought 76 Virtus sola manet caetera mortis erunt 80 Translated 82 Psalm the 15. Paraphrased 85 Job 88 Nudus Redibo 89 An Elegy on the Earl of Sandwich 90 An Epitaph on the Earl of Sandwich 93 Pastoral Ibid. On the Death of Mr. Pel. Humfries a Pastoral Song 98 The Mistake 99 The Incredulous 100 Weeping at parting Song 101 The Desperate Lover 103 The Fatigue A Song 106 The Resolve Song 107 Love's Bravo Song 110 The Expectation Song 111 Coridon converted Song 112 The Humourist Song 113 Fading Beauty Song 114 A Dialogue Chloris and Parthenissa 118 A Dialogue Orpheus and Eurydice Ibid. The Batchelor's Song 120 The Batchelor's Song Second part 121 An Appeal to Cats in the business of Love 122 Advice to an Old Man of 63 about to marry a Girl of 16 Song 123 The Slight Song 124 The Penitent Song 126 The Defiance Song 127 The Surrender Song 129 The Whim Song 130 The Renegado Song 131 Phyllis withdrawn 132 The Malecontent Song 134 The Indifferent Song 135 The Harbour Song 136 The Unconcerned Song 137 The Immovable Song 138 The Wish Song 139 The Cordial made in the year 1637. 141 Celadon on Delia singing Song 143 The Advice Song 144 To Mr. Sam. Austin of Wadham Coll. Oxon on his most unintelligible Poems 146 To my ingenious Friend Mr. William Faithorn on his Book of Drawing Etching and Graving 149 On the Commentaries of Messire Blaize de Montluc to the Worthy Translator Charles Cotton Esq 150 A Character of a Belly-God Catius and Horace 152 The Disappointment Pindarique Ode 160 On Mrs. E. Mountagues Blushing in the Cross Bath A Translation 162 Il infido 163 Il Immaturo Epitaph 165 On Mrs. Dove Epitaph 166 Lucretius 166 Paraphrased 167 On Dr. Brown ' s Travels 168 On Poverty 169 Urania to her Friend Parthenissa A Dream 171 On the Death of the Earl of Rochester Pastoral 173 On Dr. Woodford's Paraphrase on the Canticles 176 Laodamia to Protesilaus One of Ovid's Episties Translated 179 To the Excellent Master of Musick Signior Pietro Reggio on his Book of Songs 189 In the Temple Church Epitaph on Sir John King 191 On the Death of my dear Brother Mr. Richard Flatman Pindarique Ode 193 A Song on New-years-day before the King 201 On the King's return to Whitehal after his Summers Progress 1684. 203 To Mr. Isaac Walton on his publication of Thealma 206 Pastoral Dialogue Castara and Parthenia 208 Castabella going to Sea Song 211 On the Death of my Worthy Friend Mr. John Oldham Pindarique Pastoral Ode 212 On Sir John Micklethwaits Monument in St. Botolphs Aldersgate Church London 217 On the Death of the Illustrious Prince Rupert Pindarique Ode 221 Poema in obitum illustrissimi principis Ruperti Latinè redditum 230 On the much Lamented Death of our late Sovereign Lord King Charles II. of blessed Memory Pindarique Ode 239 To his Sacred Majesty King James II. 247 ODES of HORACE Book the Second Ode 19. 251 Book the Third Ode 8. 253 Book the Third Ode 9. 255 Book the Third Ode 12. 256 Book the Third 17. 257 Book
to Time By Ages mighty Torrent born away Hereafter no more thought on than my Rhime Or Faëry Kingdoms in Vtopia Psalm XV. Paraphrased VERSE I. WHo shall approach the dread Jehovah's Throne Or dwell within thy Courts O Holy One That happy man whose feet shall tread the Road Up Sion's Hill that holy Hill of God! VERSE II. He that 's devout and strict in all he does That through the sinful world uprightly goes The desp'rate heights from whence the great ones fall Giddy with Fame turn not his head at all Stands firm on Honours Pinacle and so Fears not the dreadful Precipice below Of Conscience not of Man he stands in aw Just to observe each tittle of the Law His words and thoughts bear not a double part His breast is open and he speaks his heart VERSE III. He that reviles not or with cruel words Deadly as venome sharp as two-edg'd swords Murthers his Friends repute nor dares believe That Rumor which his neighbor's soul may grieve But with kind words embalms his bleeding Name Wipes off the rust and polishes his fame VERSE IV. He in whose eyes the bravest sinners be Extremely vile though rob'd in Majesty But if he spies a righteous man though poor Him he can honour love admire adore In Israel's humble Plains had rather stay Than in the Tents of Kedar bear the sway He that severely keeps his sacred Vow No mental reservation dares allow But what he swears intends will rather die Lose all he has than tell a solemn Lie VERSE V. He that extorts not from the needy Soul When Laws his Tyranny cannot controul He whom a thousand Empires cannot hire Against a guiltless person to conspire He that has these perfections needs no more What Treasures can be added to his store The Pyramids shall turn to dust to hide Their own vast bulk and haughty Founders pride Leviathan shall die within his Deep The eyes of Heaven close in eternal sleep Consusion may o're whelm both Sea and Land Mountains may tumble down but he shall stand JOB FEw be the days that feeble man must breath Yet frequent Troubles antedate his death Gay like a flow'r he comes which newly grown Fades of it self or is untimely mown Like a thin Aëry shadow does he flie Lengthning and shortning still until he die And does Jehovah think on such a one Does he behold him from his mighty Throne Will he contend with such a worthless thing Or Dust and Ashes into Judgment bring Unclean unclean is man ev'n from the Womb Unclean he falls into his drowzy Tomb. Surely he cannot answer God nor be Accounted pure before such purity Nudus Redibo NAked I came when I began to be A man among the Sons of Misery Tender unarm'd helpless and quite forlorn E're since 't was my hard fortune to be born And when the space of a few weary days Shall be expir'd then must I go my ways Naked I shall return and nothing have Nothing wherewith to bribe my hungry Grave Than what 's the proudest Monarch's glittering Robe Or what 's he more than I that rul'd the Globe Since we must all without distinction die And slumber both stark naked He and I. AN ELEGY On the EARL of SANDWICH IF there were ought in Verse at once could raise Or tender pity or immortal praise Thine Obsequies brave Sandwich would require What ever would our nobler thoughts inspire But since thou find'st by thy unhappy fate What 't is to be unfortunately Great And purchase Honour at too dear a rate The Muses best attempt how e're design'd Cannot but prove impertinently kind Thy glorious Valour is a Theam too high For all the humble Arts of Poësie To side with chance and Kingdoms over-run Are little things Ambitious Men have done But on a flaming Ship thus to despise That life which others did so highly prize To fight with Fire and struggle with a Wave And Neptune with unwearied Arms out-brave Are deeds surpassing fab'lous Chronicle And which no future Age shall parallel Leviathan himself 's outdon by Thee Thou greater wonder of the Deep than he Nor could the Deep thy mighty Ashes hold The Deep that swallows Diamonds and Gold Fame ev'n thy sacred Relicks does pursue Richer than all the Treasures of Peru While the kind Sea thy breathless body brings Safe to the bed of Honour and of Kings AN EPITAPH On the EARL of SANDWICH Here lies the Dust of that illustrious Man That triumph'd o're the Ocean Who for his Country nobly courted Death And dearly sold his glorious Breath Or in a word in this cold narrow Grave Sandwich the Good the Great the Brave Oh frail Estate of Sublunary things Lies equal here with Englands greatest Kings PASTORAL I. At break of day poor Celadon Hard by his Sheepsolds walk'd alone His Arms a-cross his Head bow'd down His Oaten Pipe beside him thrown When Thirsis hidden in a Thicket by Thus heard the discontented Shepherd cry II. What is it Celadon has done That all his Happiness is gone The Curtains of the dark are drawn And chearful morn begins to dawn Yet in my breast 't is ever dead of night That can admit no beam of pleasant light III. You pretty Lambs may leap and play To welcom the new kindled day Your Shepherd harmless as are you Why is he not as frolick too If such disturbance th' Innocent attend How differs he from them that dare offend IV. Ye Gods or let me die or live If I must die why this reprieve If you would have me live O why Is it with me as those that die I faint I gasp I pant my eyes are set My Cheeks are pale and I am living yet V. Ye Gods I never did withhold The fattest Lamb of all my Fold But on your Altars laid it down And with a Garland did it crown Is it vain to make your Altar smoke Is it all one to please and to provoke VI. Time was that I could sit and smile Or with a dance the Time beguile My soul like that smooth Lake was still Bright as the Sun behind you Hill Like yonder stately Mountain clear and high Swist soft and gay as the same Butterfly VII But now Within there 's Civil War In Arms my rebel Passions are Their old Allegiance laid aside The Traitors now in Triumph ride That many-headed Monster has thrown down Its lawful Monarch Reason from its Throne VIII See unrelenting Sylvia see All this and more is long of Thee For e're I saw that charming face Uninterrupted was my peace Thy glorious beamy eyes have struck me blind To my own Soul the way I cannot find IX Yet is it not thy fault nor mine Heav'n is to blame that did not shine Upon us both with equal Rays It made thine bright mine gloomy days To Sylvia beauty gave and riches store All Celadon's offence is he is poor X. Unlucky Stars poor Shepherds have Whose Love is fickle Fortune's Slave Those golden days are out of date When every
ease and shelter did retire The busie Charles and wearied Casimire Abjur'd their Thrones and made a solemn Vow Their radiant heads to thee should ever bow Why should thy Tents so terrible appear Where Monarchs Reformadoes were Why should men call that state of Life forlorn Which God approves of and which Kings have born III. Mad Luxury what do thy Vassals reap From a Life's long debauch but late to weep What the curs'd Miser who would fain Ape thee And wear thy Livery Great Poverty The prudent Wretch for future Ages cares And hoards up sins for his impatient Heirs Full little do's he think the time will come When he is gone to his long Home The Prodigal Youth for whom he took such pains Shall be thy Slave and wear thy loathed Chains IV. Fair handmaid to Devotion by whose aid Our souls are all disrob'd all naked laid In thy true Mirror men themselves do see Just what they are not what they seem to be The flattering World misrepresents our face And cheats us with a Magnifying Glass Our meanness nothing else does truly show But only Death but only Thou Who teach our minds above this Earth to fly And pant and breath for Immortality Vrania to her Friend Parthenissa A DREAM IN a soft Vision of the night My Fancy represented to my sight A goodly gentle Shade Methought it mov'd with a Majestick Grace But the surprizing sweetness of it's Face Made me amaz'd made me afraid I found a secret shivering in my heart Such as Friends feel that Meet or Part Approaching nearer with a timerous eye Is then my Parthenissa Dead said I Ah Parthenissa if thou yet are kind As kind as when like me Thou mortal wert When thou and I had equal share in either's heart How canst thou bear that I am left behind Dear Parthenissa O those pleasant hours That blest our innocent Amours When in the common Treasury of one Breast All that was Thine or Mine did rest Dear Parthenissa Friend what shall I say Ah speak to thy Urania O envious Death nothing but thee I fear'd No other Rival could estrange Her Soul from mine or make a Change Scarce had I spoke my passionate fears And overwhelm'd my self in tears But Parthenissa smil'd and then she disappear'd On the Death of the Earl of ROCHESTER Pastoral I. A Son his death-bed gasping Strephon lay Strephon the wonder of the Plains The noblest of th' Arcadian Swains Strephon the Bold the Witty and the Gay With many a sigh and many a tear he said Remember me ye Shepherds when I 'm dead II. Ye trifling Glories of this world Adicu And vain applauses of the Age For when we quit this Earthly Stage Believe me Shepherds for I tell you true Those pleasures which from virtuous deeds we have Procure the sweetest slumbers in the Grave III. Then since your fatal Hour must surely come Surely your heads lie low as mine Your bright Meridian Sun decline Beseech the mighty Pan to guard you home If to Elyzium you would happy flie Live not like Strephon but like Strephon die In obitum illustrissimi ingeniosissimique JOANNIS Comitis ROFFENSIS Carmen Pastorale Versu Leonino redditum I. LEcto prostratus Strephon moribundus Planitierum Strephon decus Princeps curantium pecus Audax facetus Strephon jucundus Lugens pastoribus sic est affatus Memimini mei cum migratus II. Honores mundi futiles valete Plaudite aevi fucata Mortali scenâ nam mutatâ Fidem veriloquo adhibete Voluptas profluens ex virtute Sold obdormiscit cum salute III. Cum nulla in mortem sit medela In terram capita cuncta incurvabunt Soles micantes declinabunt Pan supplicetor pro tutelâ Beatorum ut recipiant chori Strephon non doceat vivere sed mori ON Dr. WOODFORD'S PARAPHRASE ON THE CANTICLES I. WEll since it must be so let it be For what do Resolutions signifie When we are urg'd to write by Destiny II. I had resolv'd nay and I almost swore My bedrid Muse should walk abroad no more Alas 't is more than time that I give o're III. In the Recesses of a private Breast I thought to entertain your charming Guest And never to have boasted of my Feast IV. But see my friend when through the world you go My Laquy-Verse must shadow-like pursue Thin and Obscure to make a Foil for you V. 'T is true you cannot need my feeble Praise A lasting Monument to your Name to raise Well-known in Heav'n by your Angeliqu ' Lays VI. There in indelible Characters they are writ Where no pretended Heights will easie sit But those of serious consecrated Wit VII By immaterial defecated Love Your Soul its Heavenly Origin do's prove And in least dangerous Raptures soars above VIII How could I wish dear Friend unsaid agen For once I rank'd my self with tuneful men Whatever dropt from my unhallowed Pen VIII The trifling Rage of youthful heat once past Who is not troubled for his wit misplac'd All pleasant Follies breed regret at last X. While Reverend Donn's and noble Herbert's Flame A glorious immortality shall claim In the most durable Records of Fame XI Our modish Rhimes like Culinary Fire Unctuous and Earthy shall in smoak expire In odorous Clouds your Incense shall aspire VII Let th' Pagan-world your pious verse defie Yet shall they envy when they come to die Your wiser Projects on Eternity LAODAMIA to PROTESILAUS ONE OF OVID'S Epistles Translated The ARGUMENT Protesilaus lying Windbound at Aulis in the Grecian Fleet design'd for the Trojan War his Wife Laodamia sends this following Epistle to him HEalth to the gentle Man of War and may What Laodamia sends the Gods convey The Wind that still in Aulis holds my Dear Why was it not so cross to keep him here Let the Wind raise an Hurricane at Sea Were he but safe and warm ashore with me Ten thousand kisses I had more to give him Ten thousand cautions and soft words to leave him In hast he left me summon'd by the Wind The Wind to barbarous Mariners only kind The Seamans pleasure is the Lovers pain Protesilaus from my bosome tane As from my faultering tongue half speeches fell Scarce could I speak that wounding word Farewell A merry Gale at Sea they call it so Fill'd every Sail with joy my brest with wo There went my dear Protesilaus While I could see Thee full of eager pain My greedy eyes epicuriz'd on Thine When Thee no more but thy spread Sails I view I lookt and lookt till I had lost them too But when nor Thee nor them I could descry And all was Sea that came within my eye They say for I have quite forgot they say I strait grew pale and fainted quite away Compassionate Iphiclus and the good old man My Mother too to my assistance ran In hast cold water on my Face they threw And brought me to my self with much ado They meant it well to me it seem'd not so Much kinder had they been to