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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59751	Poems and translations amorous, lusory, morall, divine [collected and translated] by Edvvard Sherburne ...	Sherburne, Edward, Sir, 1618-1702.; Preti, Girolamo, 1582-1626. Salmace. English.; Saint-Amant, Marc Antoine Gérard, sieur de, 1594-1661. Metamorphose de Lyrian et de Sylvie. English.; Marino, Giambattista, 1569-1625. Lidia abbandonata. English.; Colluthus, of Lycopolis. Rape of Helen. English.	1651 (1651)	Wing S3222A; ESTC R1186	66,746	182

gone Exit Enter Pittacus I 'm Pittacus who once this Maxime penn'd {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} That 's Time apprehend But by Time we meant Time in Season as In tempore veni is your Roman Phrase And your own Comick Poet Terence he Chief of all things makes opportunity Where Dromo comes unto Antiphila I'th'nick of Time consider what I say And mark how many Inconvenience Sustain for want of this sole Providence But now 't is more than Time we should be gone Farewell and give your Approbation Exit Enter Periander NOw on the Stage see Periander move He who once said and what he said will prove {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Thought is all in all Since him a perfect Agent we may call Who first considers what he undergoes For we should still forecast as Terence shows Th' Event of Business whether good or bad E'r w'undertake it where may best be had Conveniency for Planting where to build When to wage War and where to pitch a Field Nor unconsiderately take in hand Or great or small Things for that makes a stand In the free Progress of all new designs In which there 's nothing Policy injoyns Like Consultation hence it is that they Who use it not Chance does not Counsell sway But I retire whilst you with better Fate Imploy your Thoughts how to uphold your State The Sentences of those seven Sages comprehended in as many Septenaries Bias Prieneus VVHat 's Man's chief good a Mind that right doth know What 's his chief Ill Man his own greatest Foe Who 's rich he who 's contented Who poor He Who Covets A Wives best Dowr Chastity What VVoman's chaste whom Fame dares not belie VVho 's the VVise man who can but doth no Ill. The Fool He who cannot yet hath the VVill Pittacus Mitylenaeus NOne knows to speak who knows not to refrain 'Fore many bad one good Man's Praise retain He 's mad who envies others happiness So 's he who joys in other Mens distress The Laws thou dost impose thy self obey VVhen Times are prosperous store of Friends provide VVhen they are bad but in a few confide Cleobulus Lindius THe more thou canst ' less wish to do The spite Of Fortune oft doth on the guiltless light None long is happy in Impiety In others much nought in thy self pass by The good Man's Friend is still the bad Man's Foe Our Father's merits want of their due Fame And oft our Childrens Portion is but shame Beriander Corinthius DEcent and Profitable ne'r dissent The happier Man still the more Provident 'T is ill to wish 't is worse to fear Death we Should make a Virtue of Necessity He who is fear'd by many many feares VVhen Fortune's kind dread thy advanced height And scorn to sink yet when she shows her spight Solon Atheniensis LIfe then is happy when 't is consummate VVed with thy like Disparity breeds hate Confer not Honours casually A friend Convince in private publikely commend 'T is more to be than be made Noble far If Fates decrees are sure in vain We fly them If they are not in vain We fear to try them Chilo Lacedaemonius FEard by Inferious nor by betters scorn'd Let me not live Oft of thy Death be warn'd And Health Misfortunes by thy own defeat Or friends Advice The good thou dost forget But that which thou receiv'st remember still Age that resembles Youth doth gratefull come Youth that resembles Age is burdensome Thales Milesius ABout to sin thy self though none else fear Life dies the glory of a good Death ne'r What thou intend'st to do forbear to tell To fear what thou canst not o'rcome's a Hell A just Reproof does good though from a Foe But a false Praise does harm though from a Friend Nilnimium satis est bids us here end Amphion or a City well ordered Casimer FOrraign Customes from your Land Thebans by fair Laws command And your good old Rites make known Unto your own Piety your Temples grace Justice in your Courts have Place Truth Peace Love in every Street Each other meet Banish Vice Walls guard not Crimes Vengeance o'r tall Bulwarks climbs O'reach Sin A Nemesis Still waking is Truth resembling craft Profane Thirst of Empire and of Gain Luxury and idle ●ase Banish all these Private Parsimony fill The Publike Purse Arms only Steel Know and no more Valour fights cold In plunder'd Gold VVar or Peace do you approve VVith united Forces move Courts which many Collumes rear Their falls less fear Safer Course those Pilots run VVho observe more Stars than One Ships with double Anchors ty'd Securer ride Strength united firm doth stand Knit in an eternall Band But proud Subjects private hate Ruins a State This as good Amphion sings To his Harps well-tuned strings It 's swift Streams clear Dirce stopt Cytheron hopt Stones did leap about the Plains Rocks did skip to hear his Strains And the Groves the Hills did crown Came dancing down VVhen he ceas'd the Rocks and VVood Like a VVall about him stood VVherce fair Thebes which seven Gates close Of Brass arose Vertue improv'd by suffering 'T Is but the Body that blind Fortunes spight Can chain to Earth the nobler Soul doth slight Her servill Bonds and takes to Heaven her flight So through dark clouds Heaven lightens whilst the shade ●s as a foyl to its bright splendour made And Stars with greater Lustre Night invade So sparkle Flints when strook so Metals find Hardness from hammering and the closer bind So Flames increase the more supprest by VVind And as the Grindstone to unpolis'd Steel Gives Edge and Lustre so my Mind I feel VVhetted and glaz'd by Fortunes turning VVheel To Mr Stanley on his unimitable Poems THe Stagirite who Poesie defines An Imitation had he read thy Lines And thy rich Fancy known he would have then Recall'd the learned Error of his Pen And have confest in his convicted State Nought those could equall this would imitate VVhich from no forraign Supplement doth spring Nor any Stand but its own Height take VVing And but that We should seem so to misprise The Influence of Chariessa's Eyes VVe should not think Love did these Flames inspire Rather that thou taught'st Love this noble Fire And by a generous VVay thy hopes t' improve Shew'dst her before thou didst how thou could'st love And the old common Method didst invert First made her Mistris of thy Brain then Heart Some Phant'sies growth may from their Subjects take Thine doth not Subjects find but subjects make VVhose numerous strains we vainly strive to praise ' Less We could ours high as thy Phant'sie raise Large Praise we might give some with small Expence Of Wit cry Excellent how praise Excellence The Painters Fate is ours his hand may grace Or take a bad scarse hit a beauteous Face Nor can our Art a sitting value sit Upon thy noble Courtesie of Wit Which to so many Toungs doth lend that store Of pleasing sweetnes which they lack'd

my Love doth dwell Whose Beauty with Celestiall Rayes The Light of Paradise displayes Perhaps to you he is unknown Ah! if you wish to hear him shown I 'l tell y'him Snow her whiteness seeks Vermilion Blushes from his Cheeks His Eye a light more chaste discloses Then amorous Doves his Lips then Roses Amber and Gold shine in his Hair If Gold or Amber may compare With that a Beauty so Divine No Tongue Pen Fant'sie can design Why break'st thou not my Soul this Chain Of Flesh why lett'st thou that restrain Thy nimble Flight into his Arms VVhose only Look with gladness charms But alas in vain I speak to thee Poor Soul already fled from Me To seek out him in whose lov'd Brest Thy Life as mine in thee doth rest Blest Virgin who in Tears half drown'd Griev'st that thy Son cannot be found The time will come when Men shall hear thee Complain that he is too too near thee When in the midd'st of hostile Bands With pierced Feet and nailed Hands Advanc'd upon a cursed Tree His naked Body thou shalt see As void of Coverture as Friends But what kind Heaven in pitty lends Thy Soul will then abhor the Light And think no Grief worse than his Sight But loe as thus she search'd and wept By chance she to the Temple stept Where her dear Son with joyfull Eyes Set mongst the Rabbins she espies And as the Light of some kind Star To a distressed Marriner So his dear sight to her appears Tost in this Tempest of her Fears But O what tongue can now impart The joy of her revived Heart The Welcome spoke in mutuall Blisses Of sweet Embraces sweeter Kisses Muse since too high forthy weak Wing ●is contemplate what thou canst not sing Christus Mathaeum discipulos alloquitur LEave leave converted Publican lay down That sinfull Trash which in thy happier Race To gain a Heavenly Crown Clogs thy free Pace O what for this pale durt will not Man do Nay even now mongst you For this there 's One I see Seeks to sell Me But Times will come hereafter when for Gold I shall by more alas than One be sold Conscience INternall Cerberus whose griping fangs That gnaw the Soul are the Minds secret Pangs Thou greedy Vulture that dost gorging Tire On Hearts corrupted by impure desire Subtle and buzzing Hornet that dost ring A Peal of Horrour e'r thou giv'st the sting The Souls rough File that smoothness does impart The Hammer that does break a stony Heart The Worm that never dies the Thorn within That pricks and pains the whip and scourge of sin The voice of God in Man which without rest Doth softly cry within a troubled Breast To all Temptations is that Soul left free That makes not to it self a Curb of Me And she washed his Feet with her Teares and wiped them with the Hairs of her Head THe proud Aegyptian Queen her Roman Guest T' express her Love in Hight of State and Pleasure With Pearl dissolv'd in Gold did feast Both Food and Treasure And now dear Lord thy Lover on the fair And silver Tables of thy Feet behold Pearl in her Tears and in her Hair Offers thee Gold Good Fryday THis Day eternall Love for me Fast nail'd unto a cursed Tree Rending his fleshly Veyl did through his side A way to Paradise provide This Day Life dy'd and dying overthrew Death Sin and Satan too O happy day May sinners say But Day can it be said to be Wherein We see The bright Sun of celestiall Light O'rshadow'd with so black a Night Mary Magdalen weeping under the Cross I Thirst my dear and dying Saviour cryes These Hills are dry O drink then from my Eyes On the Receiving of the blessed Sacrament THen Nourishment our Naturall Food imparts When that into our Flesh and Blood converts But at this heavenly Banquet I Then find of strength a spirituall supply When as by Faith the sacred Food I eat My Soul converts into the Meat The Message DEar Saviour that my Love I might make known To thee I sent more Messengers than one My heart went first but came not back My Will I sent thee next and that staid with thee still Then that the better thou might'st know my Mind I sent my Int'lect that too staies behind Now my Soul 's sent Lord if that stay with thee O what a happy Carkass shall I be The Fountain STranger who e'r thou art that stoop'st to taste These sweeter streams let me arrest thy haste Nor of their fall The Murmurs though the Lyre Less sweet be stand t' admire But as you shall See from this Marble Tun The liquid Christall run And mark withall How fixt the one abides How fast the other glides Instructed thus the Difference learn to see 'Twixt Mortall Life and Immortality FINIS Errata Page 32. l. 5. read Yet I in Steel p. 36. l. 9. for guid'st read guild'st Philostrat. {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} * See Casaubon Lect. Theoc. c. 16. * See Causab Lect. Theoc. c. 16. * To Eunoa * See Heins. Lect. The c. 21. * See Hein Lect. Theoc cap. 21. * By the Death of VVife * Altered purposely * viz. the Theater * 〈◊〉 me Ver●●● because ●erfect in Original ●●●ted