there 's the last I can Discover slender instep somewhat high you have the full of my discovery Each Painter thus may take her Outward part But he must needs have skill can take her Heart In the Morning A FLAME FRom the deep sense of hope and fear rais'd by the vigour of desire which of it selfe 's all fire Blown by the issues of our grief who break their Pison for relief A flame is kindled in my breast pure as the Vestals ere possest Whose mild heat receives welcome there The Sacrifice FRom the sweet hopes that doe arise From a safe faith of joys to come in loves Elizium From the chast incense of each Thought Pil'd up and into matter wrought And from that Sense seems to Divine A glory to 't by being thine my heart 's become a Sacrifice And if thou bee'st as just as fair Smother it not but give it ayr To Ostella an Advise before she send an Answer LEt loose your reason first and then exile those Enemies to love Those flattering Thoughts that in your Sex do reign as Self-Conceit Pride and Disdain Which do such desp'rate Tenets move That you can live without us Men So to your selves you do injurious prove A losse to Nature Hereticks to Love Let not your glass abet your will for though it speak you fair It bids you not to hope to raise a Fame out of the Reliques of a flame Nor think your Beauty is not rare Unless it hath the force to kill So Tyrants lest their names forgot should be Do some Grand Act to scare Posterity Ostella smiling VVHo would not think those Rising Beams So temp'rate were that no extreams Attended Them to cloud our Day and our Credulity betray Who could be such a Slave to Fear to think a Tempest could be near So Fair an Omen who 'd not dare Danger it self and Anchor there Who would not think himself secure and safety to himself assure When such a mild and gentle Ray doth smooth the wrinckles of the Day But oh it takes the Lightnings form and I 'm betray'd into a Storm To Ostella upon the pain of her Tooth-ach REvengefull Love thy Cruelty to fit in Throngs and Pangs did use his wit How he might hit some secret part whose tenderness might ad edge to his dart and make the Grief far greater than the Smart Knowing thy Brest 's of such Materials made no Force could enter though invade It might in labour was his Brain to bring 't about but finding 't was in vain he fret and sweat himself into a pain The which his Tenderness could not endure and to his Mother sought for Cure Who madly Anger'd seem'd to be and curst that Burning Torment into Thee not half so bad as Those which flame in me But I to Love will pray an ease for Thine so by Thine own thou'lt learn to pitty Mine To Ostella upon the lamenting the death of her Sparrow WHat from a thing so mean could raise so much delight in thee That for its losse so soon thy Rays with storms should covered be A Bird that wanted Natures layes nor Beauty had nor Worth Whom Nature never meant for praise but tongue-ti'd sent it forth That 't is a wonder strikes my heart and seems my sence to mock From whence it should achieve an Art to draw tears from a rock But if the death of such a vain thing so much troubles you What for the heart your scorn hath slain ought you in soul to do Vpon the Sparrow VVHat time hath been tanâ— up for thee in play and pleasure fine When scarce a Glance could come to me so great a bliss was thine When thou didst tipple at her lip and swil'd in drink divine My Thirsty Soul one Heavenly sip her hate would not assign Oft have I envied thy poor life and could grasp'd forth thy Breath And now my Genius is as rife to envy this thy Death Since from the Treasure of her eye such plenteous tears do fall That should my soul in torment lie none would be seen at all But though in life and death I seem so much to envy thee Yet art thou rais'd with more esteem from Death to Life by me A Summons to a Seige COme thou Paphian Engineer since there is no human Art can redeem my captiv'd heart Oh come and plant thy Canon here In you Cittadel there is a Female wonder that doth own a Brest of flesh but Heart of stone Nay sure far more relentless t is With my Heart here she thought fit to retire secur'd 'gainst war but I know thou 'lt find it far More hard to Conquer her than it What no human force could do in the conquest of her breast my hopes are with faith possest That Love thou mayest in time subdue The Retreat REtreat Retreat do you not see as fast as you Granadoes throw she quencheth them in Pits of snow Intrencht about with Ivory And when you Vndermine you are by cunning Countermining crost and all your Pioneers are lost Nay all your Treaties are but Air Your Cannons do no terrour sound for she with Penetrateles strength Repells them then Retreat at length E're your own Weapons give you wound Ostella's Kisse WHen you Ostella grac'd me with a Kisse it was conceiv'd it could not wound my Blisse Or discompose the quiet I possest e're Love usurp'd the freedome of my Brest But this I find such Blisse such Torment too I ne'r had felt had I not fanci'd you That welcom'd kiss shot fire through ev'ry part till it had seiz'd the Chamber of my Heart And there surpriz'd the Virgin of Content that ne'r knew Love before or Detriment The Bee so loves her Sting yet doth not know mistaking thus where she hath hurt or no Then when with sighs and tears I strive to kill the raging heat they but augment my ill The more I breath the more the Flames aspire Love turns my heart to Oyl to Feed the fire And when to you my Griefs I would impart Fear ties my Tongue and Love Enthrals my Heart Licence my love Ostella then and give A Cure to that els must not hope to live Nor glory in this conquer'd heart of mine Pitty will make your Beauty more Divine Soften your Heart like mine that dotes on you or teach me how to make mine Marble too Returning to my Chamber at night to the Taper HEnce Feeble light I will not have thee burn near me go and attend some needy Vrn Until ' its Damp undo thee I retain a stronger Flame in my Ostella's name Which Fate cannot expire not yet the Breath of Furies which hate Light nor envious Death It is a virtuous flame and shall aspire to Heaven when the whole world speaks but One Fire Wilt not henceh Hw officious do'st thou grow I 've known the time Thou would'st not serve me so E're this time of thy self thou hast gone out when I did need Thee most thou went'st about To help me least go weep
thy self away I want thee not 't is madnesse to burn day This service is not welcome then begon there are more ways to wast thy self upon Than by thy tedious waiting and pretence of service to become a meer offence It were more Charity to watch the Dead the thought of Love shall light my Soul to Bed To Love IT is no marvel Love thou liv'st so long and though exactly Old art perfect Young To all mens sense thou hadst consuâ—'d and di'd had not our kinder heat thy want suppli'd Thou dost extract thy Comfort from our Hearts our Feebleness thy Nutriment imparts Thou suck'st us dry and leav'st us ne're a Vein unsearch'd that may thy Youth and Pride maintain At their luxurious height In that poor we are tortur'd sev'ral ways to nourish Thee And yet thou cruel ne're art satisfi'd but to support thine doth our States divide By weak'ning us thou do'st renew thy strength by shortning of our lives thine receive length Thou tak'st thy Beauty from our Cheeks thy Youth from ours and thy Decrees are from our Truth Originally fram'd though young art sage and Thou deriv'st thy Youth from others Age Sure thou extract'st the very Quinte sence of Life from Hearts for Mine left me long since After this rate Thou may'st for ever live since Our decaying 's Thy Preservative To Ostella's Brother IT is not now as when my Soul was free and could contract my time to Mirth and Thee Meet the lov'd Sack with lips as resolute as Merchants in the heat of their pursuit Ofth ' Virtue on 't when our exacter taste to make their Wits secure Our own did wast When our Succeeding Cups did Musick send through eithers ear in health to eithers friend When our Comptrolless Mirth her Voice did fit and laugh'd ev'n Melancholly out on 's Wit When ev'ry Brow was clear and ev'ry Heart unthrall'd shew'd Friendships Concord without Art Then was the time of times But now alas I have not so much Heart will break a Glasse My Soul is out of tune as well as I I 'm a meer Eunuch to Society Fly all things but my Passion and do stalk along the Thames sides Melancholly walk As though I meant a Wedding with the Willows bidding adue to Sack Mirth and Boon-fellows This was thy fault then blame thy self not me had I ne're seen thy Sister I had been I. This is a Metamorphosie as true as Ovid ere in 's strength of Fancy drew Ostella visiting me in time of Sicknesse BLest be that Tongue that whisper'd in your Ear my Sicknesse Heaven did surely send you here Upon some Angels Wing to give repose to my Distracted Thoughts this Pitty shews You are ally'd to Heaven I was but now cold as the Morning Air or Deaths chill Brow And now a soft Heat steals through ev'ry Vein and warms my Heart thus you revive the Slain The Dark Cimmerian that hath seal'd his eyes up in continuall sleep would rouze and rise To blesse this happy Omen so from far the Kings rejoic'd when as the Eastern Star Appeard to them like Comfort You do bring for when good Works are done Angels do sing My Scorn to Cupid or Cupid ungodded A God! some jugling Gypsies Brat that silly People wonder at Whose faiths thou hast abus'd with lies And fortune-telling fopperies No more assume the title God that fitter art to have the Rod But use thy Quiver and thy Bow to kill Iack-Daws or fright the Crow Nor boast thy Parentage or Power th' ast lost thy Godhead in one hour Henceforth in scorn thy Figure shall be plac'd on ev'ry Potters Stall Or on the Tester of some Bed thy Altar be some Cup-boards head No fumes of Sacrifice shall rise less from the Mists of Childrens eys When in their Play they Ruine Thee and thou the Sacrificed be No No thou shalt abuse no more our Faiths with thy huge Deeds of Yore Fame lies to prate so much of thee could'st thou so great a Conquerour be Or'e Gods themselves and now want'st wir sufficient Power and Strength to hit A Heart of Flesh and not of Flint odd's death I think the Divels in 't Loves melancholly I Live in th' World but how in such deep Woe as though I were not made ' its joys to know I eat yet feed not from the choisest food I can't extract that goodness doth me good I drink and often still my Sorrow's dry and to chase sadness keep much company Them I disturb for when their Mirth flies high damp't with a fit I break Society Retir'd vnto my Chamber I converse with some known Author either Prose or verse In my Survey if any joys I find conferr'd on any I am strucken Blind If any Mans hard Fate be queintly shewn I straight Compare his Torments with mine own And finding mine exceed leave off to Read the Weight of Sorrow bears me to my Bed There if I sleep my troubled Soul doth Walk and just as Mad-men use to ' its self doth talk Awake my Fancy wanders too and fro as though I knew not where to rest or go In such distracted Passions I am thrown I 'm neither well in Publick nor alone I 'm young and apt for Pleasure single too Objects enough that may my fancy Wooe And yet not Helens Beauty can delight my eye or raise in me an appetite Nor is this Miracle I do impart And yet I breath live move without a heart Ostella's Scorn HAd I not Lov'd thee Cruel fair thou had'st not priz'd thy self so high And thou had'st mist the title Rare had'st not receiv'd it from My eye The Flames that from my Heart did rise wrought by the fuell of Desire To seek the Glory of thy eyes hath rais'd in others brests a fire And I that first did blaze thy Name that long before Obscured lay Am left Consuming in my Flame whilst others Pitty find their Pay Thus by my Love thou wert made Great and by thy Pride my Hearts cast down Ingratitude is the worst Cheat and Prides more infamous then Clown But oh fond Love thou didst my Pen subborn to make her Proud now Pride doth make her Scorn To Ostella VVOuld'st thou live and have thy Name stand glorious in the eys of Men And fixt above the common aym make thy Sex Emulate thy Fame And Treasur'd up in Story be an ever-living Fame to them Or would'st thou to example thee raise Flames in all Posterity Then let thy Lenity reâ—seat My Heart late Captiv'd by thy power Raise it to make thy own more Great they best can save that can Defeat So Caesar's setting up of Pompey's Name Made his own stand secure with brighter Fame A Tempest HElp Love or els I sink for know he best can help that causeth Woe Help 〈◊〉 and with thy smoother Palm the fury of my Passion Calm Succeeding tears in Billows rise as there were Seas met in my eyes My Sighs united proudly groan as the four Winds combin'd in one Hark how they roar my Sighs
Charm to close them but soft sleep did in her bosome safe my sences keep I wak'd this Morning in so good a mind I would not draw my self and have design'd This day for Mirth not to fright Sorrow hence That should from thee have any Influence Upon my free born soul 't is not a Frown Can my aspiring Heart kill or cast down Should ev'ry Frown your Sex casts slay man Pat He 'd need of Ninety nine lives more than a Cat Vpon my leaving off the Company of Hellena I Go from thee with a more willing Heart than Pris'ners from their shackles can depart Or Camels from the Burthens they lay down or Men to fly Infection leave the Town I go from thee as from a house of Sin a Saint doth fly h' had been betrayed in I leave thee as I 'd leave my Robe of Woe or as I would my Misery forgo I leave thee with as hearty a Desire as Sinners do there sins when th' holy fire Of Grace doth Beam into their Brests Or they when mounting Heaven-ward leave their Gaol of Clay I go shame to thy Sex I do nor shall Oceans of tears or Gaoles of sighs recall Me or my vows the Crocodile I 'le trust sooner than thee and yield my self to dust I and will first at the Hyaena's call return to Death with life end woes and all Yet I 'le not leave behind me any Curse on thee least I anticipate a worse Which the just Gods intend to showre on thee forth ' violation of thy vows to me My Charity not love bidds thee repent the Gods though slow throw home their Punishment Songs in a Masque 1 Song Fortune Descending SAy say ungratefull Mortalls why do you so much at Fortune rail Since there 's not any can deny but by her power they do prevail Or in their Love or Chivalry Chorus Then you that are from envy free Come and make up a Simphony The Souldier and the Amorist the Courtier Clerk and Clients Case Each had their severall purpose Just if fortune had not been in place To make them happy as she lift Chorus Then you that are from envy free Come and make up a Simphony 2 The poor Schollers Song VVHat Creatures on Earth can boast freer Mirth Lesse enjoy'd and loved than we Though Learning grow poor We scorn to implore a gift but what 's noble and free Our freedome of mind cannot be confin'd With Riches are inwardly blest nor Death nor the Grave Our worths can deprave nor malice our Ashes molest When such Moals as you your own Earth shal Mew And worms shal your memory eat our names being read Shall strike envy dead and Ages our worths shall repeat 3 Song The Country-life VVHo can boast a happiness more compleatly sure than we Sinc 〈…〉 armless thoughts we dress i 〈…〉 pure simplicity And â—ast nature doth dispense here her Beauties Innocence Envy is a stranger here blest Content our Bowls do Crown Let such Slaves themselves to Fear on whose Guils the Iudge doth frown We from evil Actions are Free as uncorrupted Air With the Turtles whisper Love with the Birds we practise Mirth With our harmlesse Kids we move and receive our food from Earth Nor do we disdain to be Cloath'd with the Lambs Livery 4. Song Ambition HOw deceitfull is the State of that Greatness we adore when Ambitiously we soar And have ta'n the glorious height 't is but Ruine painted o're To enslave us to our Fate Whose false Delight is easier got than kept Content ne're on it's gaudy Pillow slept Then how fondly do we try with such Superstitious care to bulild Fabricks in the Air Or seek safety in that Skie where no Stars but Meteors are That portend a Ruine nigh Where having reach'd the Object of our Aim we find it but a Pyramide of flame 5. Song HAng up this delaying devise since I am resolved to roam I hate things so peevishly nice and will frolick it e're I go home Thou tell'st me thou lovest me best how am I assured of that Thou sufferest me to dandle thy Brest but debarr'st me the thing thou know'st What Hang Lipolove and such foolish toys they do but augment our Desires Let Kisses be nourish'd by Boys 't is Action that shews Manly fires Wherefore thinkest thou I came hither but to tickle thee into the Mood ' Til with striving we do melt together such Surfeits do our Bodies most good Then I prithee tell me thy mind if thou to the Feat be willing If not I shall find one more kind though lesse fair shall do 't for a shilling For the times you know are barely made Men cannot much Money disburse And 't is fit Women should live by their Trade light gains make a heavy Purse A Prologue spoken at the Cock-pit at the coming of the Red Bull Players thither I Am amaz'd So one long kept from Light 'Twixt Joy and Wonder trembles at the sight The Blind that 's cur'd by accident doth pay In such Distraction Duty to the Day As we present to you 't is long since here So many Glorious bodies did appear Whose Beams gave Life to Action as the Sun Gives growth to th' Infant Plants he Smiles upon Then flourisht here those Roscio's of the Age That trod the perfect measure of the Stage Who from your eys took Motion such as dâ—ew Encouragement to them Content to you Yet those so exquisite in Comedies Have Acted since their own sad Tragedies Who could have di'd more bravely Yet we must Leave to Opinion that our onely Trust Is in your Favours Nor think cause your share Of Sweets are gone that all things bitter are If you 'l shoot equal Beams on us wee 'l strive ' I'o make you think that They in Vs survive Imagination's strong but if your eye Dart a dislike 't is time to yield or die A Prologue spoken at the Red-Bull to a Play called the Whisperer or what you please NOw bless my eye-sight what the house so thin And we upon preparing to begin Whence comes this strange Neglect have you injoy'd Of late so much variety y' are cloi'd Or do you think you pay too dear for Wit And so would grosly take your leave of it Grosly indeed for hither you do come Like so many Chuâ—ls and leave your Wives at home Our Author likes the Women well and says You do 'em wrong to hinder 'em from Plays And therefore wishes you to be more kind And on his Day to leave them not behind The more the merrier rather than come alone For once make use of what is not your own And bring your Neighbours Wife which if you do 'T is ten to one hee 'l do as much for you And if our Mirth cannot your Anger smother You may go home and Laugh at one another If what we fancy you like in the Play 'T is a good sign that good Wits jump you 'l say But though Detraction 's become a Disease In spight of It you
and Tears sure have conspir'd to tempt my fears See how they swell now they are met and even a Tempest do beget It shakes my Bark her Ribs do Crack and now my hopes expect a Wreck Help Love for Pity then I pray cre my poor Heart be cast away To Death THou Grand Physitian to a troubled Brest thou that both kill'st and cur'st in one exprest Thou Terrour and thou Comforter no less then Messenger of Hell and Happinesse Thou Conquerour of fraiâ—Humanity who yet t' imprisoned Souls giv'st liberty Why come not I within the benefit of thy Decree thy lingring doth beget My Jealousie say for my life to me is hatefuller then thy Grim shape can be In ev'ry Street Mottality appears and yet I live though drowned in my Tears Kill me and make me happy in my Death that living draw but discontented Breath I thus invok'd in Wrath He made Reply Lovers were made for Torment not to Die A Bird presented to Ostella FAir Bird thou art design'd to be a Messenger from Love and me An Embassy though not so high as that which from the Ark did flie Yet such as Nice Divines admit and Loves Religion Warrants it Go and those sadder Notes of thine which so improv'd by Discord mine Unto the Soveraign of my Heart Peal forth in a confused Aâ—t Sing out my sigh chatter my Groans imperfect speech best breaks our Moans Strike all Hearts sad that hers may know How much of pitty she doth ow To mine pursue her day by day Let her not eat nor drink nor pray Till for her own safe ease and rest her bosom does become thy Nest Where if th' art Martyred by her eys Thou shalt from thence a Phaenix rise Imagination HOw pleasingly doth thy Deceit insinuate into our Sense Where having taken up a Seat what 't is we wish thou steal'st from thence And to thy self thou form'st the Shape which represented to the Mind Doth on its Peace Commit a Rape leaving our Fancy unconfin'd That time that for our Rest is lent imploy'd our thoughts awake to keep Is priz'd to be the sweetest spent although it doth exile our Sleep What Numerous Joys do'st thou beget to flatter each inclining thought As seem t' exceed the Appetite whose subtilty the Wonder wrought But oh the falsenesse of thy Charms that such bewitching joys prepare That when we think th' are in our Arms Ixion like we grasp the Air Ostella saying she pittied me but could not help me PItty without Relief is just one on a sleevelesse Errand sent That wanting what should Shape his trust returns more simple than he went For Naked Pitty brings but Cold and heartless Comfort on his back It onely guilds the grief is told and make us worse in what we lack Compassion bears a Sense with it as though it felt th' afflicted'st Grief Loves Messenger it 's tearmed fit It never comes without relief But th' Pitty that proceeds from you adorns my Temples and my Eyes With Wreaths of Roses mixt with Rue deckt onely up for Sacrifice And in the sweetnesse of that breath You do but Musick forth my Death Reason REason and I long time known friends in all things did comply Till suddenly for unknown ends It shun'd my company And whatsoe're I said or did It still did flie the Sense As though some Sophistry lay hid Or Errour came from thence At last admiring at the Cause of its so strange Neglect I Conjur'd it by it's own Laws to yield me more respect And to resolve me speedily why We at difference were Since first a solemn League did tie us to a Sense more fair Knowing I was in Love it answered me Reason and Madmen never could agree Ostella saying she would not say she did could nor would not Love me I 'm wrapt in such a Mist Reasons cleer light can't lead me through lost betwixr Day and Night Twixt Doubt and Joy my faculties do rise and War with in me and my sense dispise One while I 'm lifted to the Throne of Blisse straight Ponierd by my Fears and struck to th' Abiss Now I am sinking now I Tryton like ride on the Neck of Danger and do strike With my strong hopes my fears into the Main now I 'm a Prince and now a Slave again And thus my fainting joy 'twixt hope and fear doth Ebb and Flow now Wing'd now Clog'd in th' Air Mockt with the shadow of thy Love which I seeking to catch at my pursuit doth flie Why did'st not say thou did'st not nor could'st Love me but those are spoken plain enough to move me Yet why that nimble close then though thou could'st not to sweeten it thou wouldst not say thou would'st not If thou nor do'st nor canst what hope can I assume thou ever wilt oh Destiny So flattering Oracles did tell Mens fate and yet in th' Mistery conceal'd their haâ—e To Ostella my Choice I Would not Wed the Creature that desires to know the secrets of the Marriage Bed And to repell the fury of her fires forsooth in all haste must be Married Nor she who by her Parents Cruelty is made to loath her self and cares not how Shee is bestow'd to Joy or Misery ne're minding Love nor marrriage strickt vow Nor she that hath to any been a Stale and now with frantick Resolution swears The next that comes to Court her shal prevail Oh such a Piece would lug Love by the Ears Nor she that would be Wed to be made fine thinking Content should her Attendant be Beleeving not to want what ere was mine faith such a Piece doth love her self not me Nor your half Matron of some thirty five whose in good law and good-sooths have worn out Her lips and teeth whose Heart is but a Sive as fast as Love creeps in it goeth out Nor the Green-piece that weds for the Ring sake and other pritty things belonging to 't That man that hath her must her Babies make and have a sool and thousand Plagues to boot Nor yet the serious Soul that doth imploy her whole day at her Work or pries into The Cooks affairs in her there is small joy Shee 'l Love me when sh' as nothing else to do Now some will say I can't find such a one that are from one or all these follies free To such I answer that they are unknown unto thy Worth and ignorant of Thee Ostella Confessing She loved Me A Blest confession for which expect though you have justly merited Neglect From Love and me an Absolution for all your past ills against us since that War Brought on this happy Peace This Truce doth give me more than hope assurance I shall live Nay live to joy in You the onely sum of all my hopes from whence my Blisse must come The Gods will recompence you for this Deed And amplifie your Glory in your Seed But I admire you hold me in suspence so long knowing my Loves pure innocence That though with Love I seem'd to be all
Or doth he Court by Proxy and hath paid dear for his wit to one whose need hath made Him a proâ—st Poet that he should be guilty of Wit Condemns himself and me Miracles may chance to walk and light on him he 's empty enough and may receive to th' brim But yet why should I doubt this since thy eye can make a Spark a Flame in Poetry And were not I as confident of Thee as Saints of Heaven are a Jealousie Would work into my Faculties thy Love might leave my Sphear and in anothers move Women are Charm'd when praises do perswade for then harmonious Spels their Ears invade Ostella advising me to leave off drink ing Wine HOw dearest art thou weary of thy Fame that thou would'st banish that preserves the same When I would write on th' Vigour of thy eye a sprightly Glasse of Sack I 've standing by From whence my Pen takes life and speed that Smile of thine thou ow'st to Sack for my fair Guile That lively Colour of thy Cheek and Lip from the rich Claret did my fancy sip And from the mantling sparks which thence arise I Metaphor'd the Cupids in thy eyes From the Lov'd Grape I can create Conceit enough to raise Dejection to the Seat Of Honour 't is the Nepenthean Spring about the which the jolly Muses sing Thy praises from my Verse Oh let me lack all things else usefull so thou st give me Sack Thou maiest as well go bid me leave to live as have me leave the means which life doth give Faith leave my Wine and farewel Poetry forgetting which none will remember Thee To one asking how he should know my Mistresse THou maiest know her by her dresse both of body and of mind Where so many Graces press as just Heaven had assign'd her the Glory of her Kind Thou maiest know her by the flame which proceedeth from her eye But oh who can see the same who can see it and not die 't is so full of Majesty Thou maiest know her by her Balm the blest issue of her breath Which in Passion is so calm it gives life instead of Death such a virtuall power it hath Thou maiest know her by a Heart full of Love and Constancy More of Pitty then of Art but all this thou canst not see ' Less my Fate did govern theee My Vow to Ostella upon her doubting my faith BEleeve me Love by those fair eys that blesse the World with Light and to the blind give sight By this chaste kiss this pretious breath That rescu'd my poor heart from Death It still remains thy Conquer'd prize By virtues self enthron'd in thee for other Beauties wear but th' bare figure of what 's rare No thoughts of change disturb my Rest Whose heats consume not warm the Brest there 's no Content like Constancy But should'st thou not continue mine as firm as when I first Love in my Bosom Nurst I should the Bastard banish thence Though yet the Child of Innocence and prove him humane not Divine Did not thy fires preserve my flame it should dispersing fly in Sparks at ev'ry eye With Wanton Liberty should range And ev'ry minute covet change 'till it dissolv'd Loves hallowed frame But till thy Fancy change thy Mind if I without offence may doubt such Innocence My Love shall be so purely free From loose thoughts of disloyalty it shall teach Turtles to be kind Vpon an occasion to Ostella Of Jealousie THe Day that 's lost et'e scarcely shewn might rule Eternally Did not th' Prerogative of Night insinuate a Sovereignty The Spring and Summer cropt e're blown with all their gaudy Train Might ever season our delight did not intruding Winter Reign The Sea whose often Shipwracks strike a fear into the advent'rers mind Would safely harbour did no Storm engage its nature to the wind All things in goodness would be like did not the ills their diff'rence shew Beauty in freedome as in form and nature no decaying know Youth dwell for ever on our Cheeks did not the Iron hand of Age Imprint a Ruine or Disease invade our healths and life engage Man might possess as soon as seek the Pleasures that do so entice But his own Nature doth displease else Earth had been a Paradise So had not cruel Love crept in my Heart had been from Passion free And my Content had been mine own Not slav'd to sottish Jealousie But Love hath rais'd such Wars within they do disturb my Peacefull pores And Tyrant-like alas have thrown my Rest and Quiet out of Doors Ostella forth of Town To my Heart HEart be Content though she be gone let Reason govern thee Thou hast so much of Pleasure known 't is fit a season'd Misery should temper thy Prosperity Absence doth whet the Appetite which Presence dull'd before There is no Pleasure truly great nor sweet of such effectual pow'r 'till season'd with a little Sow'r He cannot truly prize Delight that ne'r knew Misery Nor deem the glory of the Light untili by wanting it he be sensible of its purity Think this the time of thy lost health which when restor'd to thee Ev'n from the Ruine of thy Wealth it brings a perfect Remedy to double thy Felicity To the worst of Passions THou that destroi'st our Peace giv'st Liberty to fury ruine Thou grand Enemy To man Thou whose unlimited pretence deposeth Reason and confounds our sense Thou whose Tyrannick Cruelty extends to th' separation of long linked friends Thou that art all irregularity rash inconsiderate madly bold and free A foe to goodnesse Author of our ill thou that art Wisdoms inconsistent still Thou who can boast thou ne'r wert overcome and slav'dst so many gallant Hearts at Rome Thou that didst vanquish Caesar know I 'le prove greater than He and Conquer Thee with Love The Iealous Lovers A Dialogue Thirsis SAy Daphnes say for I desire to know The cause from whence these sad effects do grow Art thou in Love Dap. O yes Thirsis With whom confesse Daph. With my Murderess Thir Love baits on easie hearts is thine so tame To hugg thy Ruine and appear his Game Who is the Shepherdess Dap Doest ask her name Have not the Winds whisper'd her Beauties fame Through ev'ry Ear do'st not observe each Tree Wears on it's Brest her name My misery Thir Did she e're love thee Daphnes say Daph. She did Thir Are those flames now extinguisht or but hid Daph. Extinguisht as my Jealousie which made Her leave this walk which now appears a shade Wanting her Beams to warm it and my Heart Cold as the Deaths Dart. Thir Didst thou abuse her Love Daph. I cannot tell Unless it were by loving too too well Excessive Love and her exceeding Grace Supplanted Reason and gave Passion place Thir Such was my fate Daph Too cruell mine Thir It may be so But there is no example of my Woe Chorus Since we derive our heat both from one fire let thy Heart mix with mine and so Expire That to her Glory
't not brave One can say he past his Grave Nay the very sons of fear love of glorious Acts to hear 55. I exalted with Desire fill'd with more than common fire That Ostella to her Name might have Honour sought out fame 56. See my Errour Fools so may bring their Torch-light to the day For alas could she have more than her own worth own'd before 57. Great things many times arise from small beginnings be men wise Acts I 've read in Honours Story ' gun with danger end with glory 58. These great hopes made many a Swain to forsake his er'st lov'd Plain To lay Hook and Tarbox by And with a sword their room supply 59. When so many Ladds do roam 't were Cowardize to stay at home And my thoughts did soar as high as the proudest Shepheards eye 60. But Ostella she that knew no other Blisse than what she drew From me alas and I. that ne're drew breath but from her Sovereign air 61. She alas could not dispense with my so soon parting thence Sorrow'd then advis'd quoth she thy parting sure will murther me 62. My life doth depend on thine as I hope thine doth on mine Should Death seize thy nobler part alas alas where were my heart 63 Ne're like cruelty was shown when two lives are lost in one And with that her sad heart tries to have passage through her eys 64. Then I kist to stop that grief Mine did need as much relief As we sought to Cure each other Sorrow did our Comfort smother 65. Her eyes over-flowing showres might have drowned her Cheeks Flowers Had not my sighs dry'd up those tears then each Rosie-Bank appears 66. United to her Sense at last quoth she why dost thou make such hast To thy own sad Fate and mine what have I that is not thine 67. Or what can there be more dear to thy self than thou hast here Love no other prize regards than it self it it rewards 68. Sure I am thou once did'st prize no prize dearer than my eyes Those thy worth hath made thy own can'st thou leave thy joys so soon 69. Thou by hazarding thy life mak'st me Widdow e're a Wife Such keen fears my heart do goâ—e that I ne're shall see thee more 70. But alas I sadly doubt that thy flame of Love is out Fires that fiercely burn do waste e're they warm such was thy haste 71. Blame me not my Love is such that it cannot feâ— too much Love is subject to suspect where it finds the least neglect 72. And as apt is to believe things which many times deceive Confidence alone betrayes like a Theef us from our ways 73. Soft suspicion keeps the Road brings us safe to our aboad 'T is a Lecture Love doth read that credulity 's the fools Creed 74. If I erre in doubting thee 't is a pleasing fault in me And a joy to be deceiv'd when my fears are not believ'd 75. But to think that thou wilt go re-assumes again fresh woe But thy will disposeth mine I 'le refer my good to thine 76. Fain my heart would give consent that thou might'st receive Content But my fears do check my will thus Love Passions Combat still 77. When I would say go my Tongue Tels me I would do thee wrong If stay I should Cloud that same might Eternize thy Lov'd Name 78. Thus poor heart Her love Contends with her reason who pretends A claim to love and now agree onely for the good of me 79. And at last as though she meant to breath her last she spake consent Go and what Fate follows thee assure thy self shall govern me 80. We kist and parted Oh quoth she ne're shall this be tan'e from me 'Till Deaths rude Lips ravish it or thy breath revive the heat 81. With such sadnesse the lov'd Vine divested of its pride doth pine Birds so feel the sense of smart when they and their Summer part 82. Our Hearts with grief like vessels grow so full they cannot vent their Woe Who could part with so much Blisse on such cruel tears as this 83. But the Will of Fate must be obeyd none flies his Dstiny And my thoughts pursu'd the worst that Heavens Anger ever curst 84. Parting my promoting hope gives my mind a glorious scope And presents such shapes of joy that my former Griefs destroy 85. Loves forgot and now I crave either Honour or a Grave Fortune hears my wish and shews that she must be won with blows 86. No attempt I leave unsought danger hold a thing of nought Which I spurn and take a Pride in the Bloud falls from my side 87. Courage makes that wound a scratch Streight at Honours lock I snatch For unlesse I have another that same wound doth want a Brother 88. Which I win from the stern foe as my Heart had will'd it so All the prize in this I gat was th' honour to be envy'd at 89. In the heat of these sad Wars fame to breed at home fresh jars Id'ly rumour'd of my Death which was ta'ne by ev'ry breath 90. Not a Lasse but did give o're their mirth and my sad loss deplore And the home kept Lads do strike Passions Discord much alike 91. This Ostella's mother hears sweeter Musick to her Ears Never came from Brook or Dale but she fear'd 't was but a Tale 92. While I absent was there came A Shepheard great in Purse and Name Who sollicited my Dear breathing Poison through her Ear 93. But she long before had ta'ne an Antidote against that bane As fervent was her flames to me as the light to Day can be 94. But her cruel Brested Mother long had practis'd how to smother Her old flames and to invest new thoughts where mine were possest 95. Now again assaults the Prize and withall the subtilties Mothers power or Womans skill can invent she tempts her ill 96. Twits her with her duty then tells the choice she 'ad made of Men The very best rich of cleer bloud what he wants wealth can make good 97. But Ostella that could ne're to such for did thoughts adhere In Loves name stands to her guard and her constancie's her ward 98. Though in th' conflict Nature strove to defeat the force of love Yet her thoughts bring fresh supplies arm'd against all Batteries 99. Which when her spleenfull mother saw nor fair means win nor threatning aw Knels my Death as though from thence she might Warrant her offence 100. But Ostella th' truest made that e're at Loves Altar laid A broken heart faints and doth die each minute fore her Mothers eye 101. Now they wail but oh too late they have kil'd her with my Fate 'T is vain to Court or waste their breath shee 's become a Bride for Death 102. Her bloud hath forsook her face and cold dew usurps the place In her Agony doth rave fetch my Duphnes from the Grave 103. Would he die unkinder he but hark he hath summon'd me And I must hence you do me wrong in
to When we 're prohibited from meat we have the greatest mind to eat And thus thy hate doth but enlarge Desire the more represt the more it doth aspire But 'cause I love thee I will shew to thee an easie way t' be rid of me Let me first Sate my longing Eye on thy fair Shapes discovery My hands may next offencelesse Rove and want on in the shade of Love Then let my Ears receive Content in Words that speak a free Consent From thence thou breath'st forth Frankincense to open my obstructed Sense Next let my Appetite be pleas'd each Sense being sated I 'm appeas'd Thus having known All I desire to know Surfeit may soon effect what Hate would do To a timorously willing Mistress LIke Summer bringing in a Dearth or Beauty blasted in its Birth Such is thy Love to me that fils but expectation 'till it kils Thy Smiles no sooner warm my Heart but Frowns dart Death through ev'ry part And the choice pleasure of thine eyes invite me but to Tantalize When thirsty Grief desires to sip Life from the Cherries of thy lip The Root of Life by which they grow declares my Death by answering No. Nor can I guess why it hath bin unlesse to love be held a sin If so the Gods themselves must be in such a sort as deep as We Oh think not Dearest 't is in vain to hope for pleasure without pain Whil'st equal Love and Joys attend us Both Faith and Silence shall befriend us Could'st thou my Heart Anatomize wherein thy perfect Figure lies There should'st thou find what neither Fate nor envious Time shall violate Such Constant Truth my Love doth bear in all thy Fortunes I will share And of each Misery will boast wherein my self shall suffer most Thus dare I boast my Love to thee beyond our frail Humanity For he whose Love transcendeth mine must not write Mortal but Divine And should thy Cruelty extend this loathed Life of mine to end Th' Arabian wonder shall not die more glorious in her Flames than I. Vpon my Noble friend Richard Lovelace Esquire his being in Holland An Invitation A Song COme Adonis come again what distast could drive thee hence Where so much delight did reign sateing ev'n the soul of sense And though thou unkind hast prov'd never Youth was more belov'd Then lov'd Adonis come away For Venus brooks not thy delay Wert thou sated with the Spoil of so many Virgin-Hearts And therefore didst change thy Soil to seek fresh in other parts Dangers wait on forreign-Game we have Deer more sound and tame Then lov'd Adonis c. Phillis fed with thy delights in thy absence pines away And Love too hath lost his Rites not one Lasse keeps Holi-day They have chang'd their Mirth for Cares and do onely sigh thy Airs Then lov'd Adonis c. Elpine in whose Sager Looks thou wert wont to take Delight Hath forsook his Drink and Books 'cause he cann't enjoy thy sight He hath laid his Learning by 'cause his Wit wants Company Then lov'd Adonis come away For Friendship brooks not thy Delay All the Swains that once did use to converse with Love and thee In the language of thy Muse have forgot Loves Deity They deny to write a line and do onely talk of thine Then lov'd Adonis come away For Friendship brooks not thy Delay By thy sweet A 〈…〉 's voice we conjure thee to return Or we ' l rob thee of that choice in whose Flames each Heart would burn That inspir'd by her and sack such Company we will not lack That Poets in the Age to come Shall write of our Elizium To a Mistresse that thinks the sight without other enjoyment is Love sufficient IF thou intend'st onely to try the silent Courtship of the eye Without the sense of what is Good which by Loves fires are understood Command those Cupids to retire Whose Darts are headed with Desire Forbid the Vnion of our Hands each Amorous touch a heat commands Forbid our Lips to meet and melt where the pure Sense of Love is felt Forbid thy Tongue to whisper love That very word hath power to move Whose ardent Breath infused can raise Courage in a dying Man And through each Vein fresh heat restore that had been scar'd with cold before So from thy Air such Vigour came It curl'd my Heart into a Flame Forbid thy Cheeks to shew their Spring forbid thy Nightingale to sing Forbid thy All and ev'ry part to shew so much their Mistress Art For ' less thou keep'st those Baits within They 'l tempt an Anchorite to sin Yet should those Excellencies be depriv'd their proper use in thee Men would be apt their Faiths to pawn th' art but a Picture lively drawn On which each rude presumptuous eye Admiring feasts as well as I. So I confesse my flames may end and thou a Shaddow lose thy Friend Unless my Fancy raise Conceit thou art my Mistress Counterfeit And so surveying each fair part I paint her Figure in my Heart To a vertuous Lady on whom Envy had thrown a Scandal for which she Mourned and hung her Chamber with Blacks LEt not the Sables so benight your eys nor yet entomb your Beauty ere it dics Envy doth from this Sorrow gather strength and grows more huge and monstrous in length He gluts himself upon your Discontent and raiseth from your Sighs his Merriment The giddy people that nought understands Strangers to Truth will like to firebrands Kindle a hot suspicion in each other till they your Honour and your Fame do smother A Stream that may be stopt at the Springs head if let alone may over-flow a Mead Nay drown a League of Earth Now Envy sings and t' paint his Falshood like to Truth he brings This inference Sorrow doth Guilt imply and your offence makes you so often die Then Madam tear those Death-like-Sables thence in th' stead set up your Flags of Innocence And brave Desiance that Truth's light may be no longer hid by Envtes Trechery Thus re-assuming your Hearts jollity Envie will want his food so starving die Spying Splendora through a Casement 'T was late and dark and yet the early Day in her Springs pride ne're shot a brighter R◠Than met my eyes So doth the Queen of light dart through the Ebon Casements of the Night Her comfortable Splendor to redeem The world from darknesse lost in our esteem If You shoot such Beams through Obscurity how full of Glory would your Presence be My Friend Paul Squire THou lent'st me twenty shillings true and ten which thou would'st have me pay thee back agen And for the speed of it thou bid'st me baul and borrow or rob Peter to pay Paul Rare Christian Counsel I commend thee now I 'l gang about it but I ken not how Comfort thy self with hopes I prithee do I have a Friend will do 't I ken not who Perhaps he 's at the Indies with his Ware Constantinople or I know not where Yet I an honest mind
bear thou feest then and thou art like t' be paid I know not when Take this â—y Paul in the Exchange of thine I 'm confident it is far better Coin Seeing a Lady OH she is fair Fair as the Eastern Morn when she is pleas'd the Summer to adorn With her Springs Glory Sweet as Leave begging-Muse thy praise gains no Relief since from her glory I derive my grief An Occasional Frolick to an unknown Friend SIr By my life I know not what to write Iack Ager swears your wit is infinite As boundlesse as his praises or the seas or our swell'd Cups that Elboe-in with these Of such a fervent Fancy it might win an Anchorite to fall in love with sin Our Healths that clip Times wings and swifter passe than his dwarff-Minutes or his spacious glass Disburthens her big Womb of Pigme-sands to you we dedicate whil'st our Commands As weighty as our Liquor sais on 's head that dares but hope that he can grope to Bed As our Gorge fils we give our bodies ease and gush forth Flouds as Seas do combat Seas That as an Inundation plaies its pranks we make the Ioraanes to o'reflow their Banks If any Nod under fell Morpheus weight our waking Iustice takes him Napping straight And in Contempt we let the Stinckard sink in his own puddle though we swim in drink To stand is out of use to walk upright doth savour too much of the Hypocrite But like mad Greeks we fight upon the knee 'till to the chin in blood of Grapes we be And him we count a most Herculean Asse that wants the Art to multiply a glasse That so our Opticks may with little trouble take quarts for pottles and see all things double If any shrink 'cause money he doth lack wee 'l drown his Hogshead in a But of Sack But by th' addition of my Cups I feel my Muse is drunk and now my Verses reel I 'm sure they have the Staggers then Sir think what I have done amiss was in my drink Your Healths our Healths preserve and hearty Sack is Belly-food and Raiment for the Back Nor want we Musick to maintain the Season our Pottle-pots do keep their Diapazon Thus much as I am Mortal but the sire that Courts your Knowledge of me reacheth high'r And cannot be less powerfull than the Flame circled Prometheus till I meet the same I rest as you please to stile I. T. To a Gentlewoman that Loved me and I not her DArt dart thy Beams at one who is a Subject fit to receive fire Thou sooner mai'st turn me to Ice than kindle in me a Desire The Sea may sooner flame than I who am a Sea of liquid woe Ev'n dead I am before I die and my heart 's Coffin'd up in Snow Loves pretious Oyl and Sacred fire which in the Lamp my brest did burn Have left it empty and retire to wait upon Ostella's Urn That now a Vault it is become and retains nought but holy Air Where Damps of Sadnesse take up room and Ghastly sorrows do appear How canst thou then hope heat from me whose Sorrows like to Damps destroy All Flames of joy but what may be kindl'd by thinking of her joy Another upon the same NOt but thy Beauty may Command an Hoast of armed Cupids rise Each with his flaming Dart in hand ta'ne from the Storehouse of thy eyes And having vigour gain'd from thence may with huge Courage Sword and Flame Lay Seige to beat down my Defence inchanted by Ostella's Name But when they think my faith to shake and all their force and strength do try They 'l find it difficult to take a Brest so Mann'd with Constancy A Dialogue 1 TEll me fair Nymph canst thou love me 2 No 't is a breach to Liberty I yet enjoy a free Estate Neither a slave to Love nor Hate 1 Thou art mis-inform'd in this For without Love no Ioy there is 2 Alas we know you Men have skill To guild the poyson of the Pill But 't is beyond your utmost Art To make the practise on my Heart 1 True not in mine but his that can Aw ev'n the heart of Mighty Pan Soften the rigid Satyres Brest And to each troubled Soul give rest To Discord he can Concord give And teach Society to live For wheresoever he doth come The Place is made Elizium 2 What place is that 1 The place of Rest Where Love 's in every Sense exprest There dying Hearts he doth revive And makes them All their Cares survive There are no Sighs nor sign of Tears No jealous thoughts nor panting fears But such a lasting Spring of Ioy That Age nor Death cannot destroy Oh that I might those joys possess Love me and here thou It find no less 2 I would but know not how 1 That 's fine Come warm thy softer Palm in mine Now meet a kiss 2 I 'm all one flame 1 'T is in Loves pow'r to quench the same 2 Say Shepherd say Canst thou love me 1 No 't is a breach to liberty 2 Oh do not mock me 1 Oh do not mock me 2 Indeed I love 1 And so do I. Chorus There 's nothing like Loves liberty To which wee 'l win the heart of many a Swain who knowing not his sweets their good refrain And flinty brested Nymphs soften till they by our Example learn who to obey Since Love hath the instinctive Pow'r alone to tie and fasten thus two Hearts in one To I May revoke each Vow I made to thee without the guilt of wilfull Perjrary I swore I 'd Wed thee and I meant no lesse had'st thou but prov'd the same thou did'st profess But being not what thou did'st seem to be it were a sin to keep my Faith with thee Our Fancie's ost deceived by the sight of some far Object some exhaled Light That seems a Star but falling to the Ground the falsenesse of th' admired thing is found So though thou didst mislead my eyes thou l't find thy fair illufion cann't my Judgement blind I 'd rather marry one resembles Night that hath an Inward part can make her bright For Lapidaries value not alone the make but secret Virtue of the Stone I care not for the whites of Shape or Face a black Heart 's oft hid in a Christall Case A Rose whose Virgin Beauty casts a sent passing through many hands is quickly spent So is a Picture though as neatly Limb'd as Art could fancy breath'd on too much dimm'd Sure that man then is void of Reason quite that binds his faith unto a stale delight Thus Hellen like a Cancel'd bond I leave thee the Date is out thou shalt no more deceive me For thou hast wasted so thy Youthfull fires thou canst not thaw the Ice of my Desires Then Glow-worm know I 'le not admire that light cann't yield me Comfort in the frostiest Night To a Mistresse that bid me make another Choice KNow Dearest't was no easie Art could have Conquer'd me My Breast was proof against the
Dart of any foe but thee And had'st not wounded me with smiles then Cur'd me with a kisse I had contemn'd thy Sexes Wiles as Enemies to Bliss But having caught me in the Snare I cann't with ease return Had others harms made me beware I might have left to burn But greedy of my misery I Courted so my Fate The Object spake all love to me but the Effect on 't hate No Beauty but thy own shall make me sensible of Woe For when I do the same forsake I must my bliss forgo My Heart shall never yield it self a prisoner but to thee For no respect to Praise or Pelf shall bribe my Constancy When thou shalt from thy Throne of Bliss look down on my sad Heart And know for whose dear sake it is appointed so to smart When thou shalt find I prize thy joy more than my own Content What heart but thine could so destroy a heart so innocent When thou shalt find my Youth to waste my Loyalty endure And I no other Ioys do tast than what thy Hate doth sour When thou shalt find I take Delight in nothing save in thee If Pity won't my love require be kind to murther me Till when my Soul when 't is most sad shall find the way to sing There is no Comfort to be had but what thy Love must bring And if thy Glories think it meet I must their Martyr be When Natures Watch hath left to beat Parewell fair Cruelty To my self ANd why love I the thing that hates me Reason won't admit of this Rather prize the thing that baits me there a promise is of Blisse Though the effect of it perhaps we misse For what appeareth good or great to our Eys our Hearts so deem The Taste directs the Appetit Sweets are made as We esteem But Reason thral'ld to Love who can redeem To the Deceiving Mistress THine eyes shall be my Stars no more they have deceived me He madly doth his Death implore that seeks from them Security I thought they had been fixt on me but wand'ring Lights they prove The more they are admir'd in thee the more they love to gad and rove As though they would out-vy the Light contracted to the Day Until the Glory of the sight some simple Hearts like mine betray Yet boast not of that cruel Art that so out-witted mine For sure thou ne're hadst got my Heart had I not more than hop'd for thine I see there 's Pollicy in Love the slower Men come on The faster your Desires do move 't is Madness You to dote upon For this sad Truth I boldly tell Experience finds it such That had not I lov'd half so well Thou hadst not hated me so much To Cupid CVpid to Arms or th' art betraid there is a Cold Complexion'd Maid That teacheth to ascribe to Thee a Deity is Heresie That thou art made of Wood or Stone set up in Fairs admir'd by none But Children who do Idolize thy Golden Locks and smoother Thighs And at a slender rate may buy thy Godhead and Artilery Cupid lest thou should'st not know her these are tokens that will shew her Her Beams are such though blind they say thou art thou need'st not grope thy way An awfull Brow a piercing Eye presaging Signs of Sovereignty Her Language smooth of weighty Sense which seems as fair as her pretence Whose specious Beauties do infer There is no Sweetnesse but in her And this assumes her Virtual Breath hath pow'r to send us Life or Death Which will be credited by all and Thou thy Fame and Altars fall Unless thou dost by force beat down these rising Evils 'gainst thy Crown Arm then thy self and thou wilt get by wounding her more Praise than yet Tradition ere pil'd up for thee Be now One or no Deity Pursue the Game and thou shalt prove the force of Beauty I of Love Lycoris a Rapture IN vain thou striv'st Lycorice to defeat my purposes thy blushes may retreat But not my Love nor can they easie flight pass unpursu'd or scape the Eagles sight Thou canst not fly my Love for it hath wings swifter then Swallows so the Falcon sings When he hath seiz'd the Dove and vainly she with feeble force strives her poor self to free Art thou not mine did not my Love surprize thee and thy Faith and didst not thou devise An equal Snare for mine since they agree why should not pleasures then at difference be That I do love thee I must needs confess and I am confident thou thinkst no less But he that loves to talk and not to do looseth his Time his Oyl and Labour too What man can love the thing hee 'd not possess as by his mind express his willingness Who spares to speak must never hope to speed The heart that seeks not help may ever bleed Who onely look's and loves but to admire smothers his flames ere they imbrace a fire The Face is but the Index to invite our Eyes to view the thing of more delight So Painters set their peeces forth to win us to survey their better works within And I could be content with all my heart to give my judgement on the inward part 'T is not the Face alone that men adore Love softly whispers 't is for something more And hath so well that secret-sweet exprest we ought to love that part amongst the rest Who values Lories but for the Ayres they make or who the Grape but for the Iuyces sake Who slaves himself to love not to enjoy surrenders up his Freedom for a toy And she that out of simple modesty denies Love Tenets can no Lover be Love answers Love and in that Language best when he is truly by himself exprest Nor put me off with such your queint delayes as heretofore to hope for After-dayes Delayes are dang'rous and my hopes may be like Physick mis-apply'd to poyson me What thanks can she deserve that shews us meat with this proviso that we must not eat He must be Mad-man or a Fool at least that starv's himself with hoping for a Feast And he recorded be a Fool at last that stayes for Milk until his Stomack 's past Or shall against Gods Benefits repine and drink cold Water when he may have Wine What pleasure can there be in this or this we use to flatter Children with a kiss And sure more flames do from my heart arise when I salute those sweet Babies thy Eyes Thou smil'st but like the Sun before a storm so violent fires decay ere scarce they warm Thou lett'st me kiss thy hand to raise my flame then leav'st me to be ruin'd in the same Can this be judged Love or can there be 'twixt Love and Beauty such Antipathy How should I know my Friend from Enemy but by the secrets he intrusted me But thou art so severe none can discover whether thou writ'st thy self or Friend or Lover Happy were they that liv'd in Ages past when nature ty'd both Love and pleasure fast Blest
were those Dayes when Brest with Brest did meet and the stol'n sweets of Love not held unmeet When Man had Licence given him with his Eyes to search into Loves profound Mysteries When I do court thee to 't thou plead'st a sin so putt'st a period to 't ere I begin Tell'st me that Chastity 's as cold as Snow and by that Metaphor you must be so But says Experience when the Sun appears he straight dissolves its Body into tears To mourn its own Condition and it turns by often handling so you 'd think it burns Think me the Sun my Dear and by my Art I 'le thaw the Snow congeal'd about thy Heart For know Lycoris there 's no greater Vice in Woman then to be so over nice What though the Fruits forbidden and the Tree Points death to others it speaks life to me Our fears deceive us he whose poor heart dare not stand the peril must not hope to share I' th prize or profit So the Merchants gain doth recompence his Travel and his pain That thing that is with greatest danger won brings greatest pleasures when the doubts are gone So 's fame and Honour purchas'd and by this We make our Acts the Authors of our Bliss For ne're would Souldier any Siege begin did not his hopes perswade him he should win Nor ere did Army onely lye before a Fort to look on 't and to give it o're If there were hopes of Batt'ry and all know long Siege the strongest Fort doth overthrow For violent Outward storms the In works break and Confidence may make the strongest weak Thou art but Woman dearest and canst do no more then what the strength directs thee to Thou hast endeavour'd strongly to resist but still the Seige continues all things mist Thy aime thou shot'st in vain thy force is spent yield on Free-quarter then no Treason 's meant No noise but such as Turtles sigh shall fill thy Eares my dear and I thy victor will Become thy Captive then who 'd shun to be o'recome by such a loving Enemy The Bed shall be our Field and our Alarms shall be soft kisses though we sight in Arms Which I will sow faster then thou canst reap who would no purchase Amity so cheap They say Love Conquers all things if 't be true 't is possible that mine may Conquer you And if no Fable that accounted be I will oppose my Love 'gainst destiny I 'le steal the Frnit from the Hesperides spight of the watchful Draggon when I please And more to further our Content I 'le charm those Argoes Eyes about thee no Ear harm Our whispers by a listning nor a light but thine shall lead me to that blest delight That pure Elizer that All happyness whose Sweets none can but he that tasts express Nor think it desp'rate to be undergone the Will doth make the difficulty none She that yields up her Reason to her Fear looseth her Ioy and finds her Ruin neer For when thy coyness hath me Murdered thy Pitty proves bad Physick to the dead Or could that Pitty me to life restore it cures but one wound to make thousands more Unless it carry with 't express consent and liberty to warrant my content Then he so merciful to let me be o'recome in Love by my o'recoming thee And let your understanding reach at this none hunts the Game but when the Season is Make use of Time Flow'rs ne're so fair decay and Love may turn his course another way Then while our youths do last and Loves agree let not our Pleasures at such difference be The Sweets whereof will lengthen out our time and never fade but still be in their prime The breath of Love shall make our kisses sweet till we conceit our very souls do meet And as our Limbs do lovingly entwine we 'le grow together like the am'rous Vine And want only our fancies shall invent fresh Pleasures when our old grow stale or spent We 'le fright Age from us and force Nature to supply our wants till sheher self undo Revive our Pleasures with each Breath and taste the sweets as often and yet find no waste Thus we will build an Altar to delight on eithers lips and with a flaming sp'rit Our Actions shall be offer'd full of fire first kindled from a mutual desire That Poets now and in the Age to come shall fancy ours the true Elizium Lycoris weeping WEep not Lycoris 't is not meant thou should'st for this one Act repent For where such constant Love hath bin it were a Crime to think a Sin When sin doth bid thee love love not at all but Love to bid thee sin is naturall A Smile WHo would not think to see that Glance the sprightly Genious of a flame But from the heat of Love it came and meant some dead Heart to advance With warmth to Life but oh the ill it onely shews its power can kill Who would believe that hath the Eye of Reason to direct his sence A Hill of rigid Ice could fence the Sun and so dissolveless lye So neer the torrid Zone but oh that is the frigid one below So eithers Natures works upon excess as they excel in either more or less To Mrs. J. H. upon my recovery of a fit of sickness Song 'T Is true I did receive a life from you for he 's unjust That shall deny the Miracles thou do'st when my poor heart Was ready to depart This air thou cam'st to visit me And brought'st me heav'nly Surgery in either eye But see This Mercy 's full of Cruelty for I had paid But one poor life had then my frame decay'd When now to please Your Pride is a disease past Cure for which each minute I Suffer a death yet cannot dy 't is Tyranny My Heart Whereon you practice all your Art you 'l say's your own So Surg'ons torture er'e their skill be shown if you 'l devise Mine to Anothomise that so you may advise your skill First be so kind as throughly kill my Wish fulfil To Mrs I. H. upon the sight of a Marble Coverture or Statue in the Church OBserve Ostella how it weeps As though it griev'd for what it keeps And seems a pitteoâ—s sense to owne Because its empty guess hath none Or that it should not be the same In sense it seems to be in Fame And can thy Brests be harder far Then Rocks of Flint or Marble ar Is 't not a shame thou shouldst be known To have less pitty then a stone But since thy Heart of flesh Tears can't perswade My prayes shall be to have it Marble made A Frown INdeed I am the same I was last night My wit 's as safe and have a heart as light As Air in' ts subtlist Motion and I swear I have not wrong'd the least Curl of my hair With violence nor hath my manly Brest with any thumps ridiculous been oprest My Buttons and my Button-holes are firm so is my shirt my Eyes did need no term Of Art or
shall have what you please On the Report of Master William Lawes his Death VVHo says Will Lawes is dead had not his breath Virtue enough to charm the Spleen of Death He that to Discord could pure Concord give instructing all Society to live Doth 't come within your Reason he can die who bears a part in Friendships Harmony Let not such thoughts abuse you for the Earth receives no Musick but what was his Mirth He dead the melancholly World must be brought straight into a general Lethargie Yet this I guesse finding his Health impair He made this change but for a better Air To my Mother Mrs. Dorothy Tatham one of the Daughters of Christopher Percy of Manson in the County of Dorset Esquire then Iustice of Peace and Quorum and High Sheriff of that County SEe the inconstancy of things the Revolutions of this life That ev'n appears in th' State of Kings and nothing's constant but our Strife The Court the Ages wonted Pride hath put her Beauty off and now Her very Glass doth her deride and shews the wrinkles on her Brow Then though y' are not so great as good yet far more happy than y' are poor None can defile your Name or Blood then let that Comfort Guild thee o're At first or last alike all People sares And Kings themselves are not exempt from Cares Vpon the Death of my Father THe youthfull bloud that beat the winding Maze Within your veins gave length unto my daies The active heat distil a crimson Dew Through those warm Limbecks and made Me of You That to such full proportion I am grown People do still Me for Your figure own Then since I have deriv'd a part from Thee Thou canst not die whil'st Thou hast part in Me Song DEfine a Woman who can do 't ' less you put the Divel to 't He that first she yeelded to best knows how with her to do To their treacherous smiles he 's known and promotes them as his own They can turn as he can do Divels into Angels hue When they prattle he directs them when they Raunt it he protects them In all points of Sophistry They are skill'd as well as He When they make themselves so trim what do they but ev'n Act him Not for Air their Brests are bare but some poor Soul to ensnare For the Spots upon their Faces tell you what the tother place is And when for some prey he watches he lies sculking in their Patches Since then they so well agree Pitty they should parted be To Cupid SEt me to tame a Tyger melt a Rock Number the Sands Plough up the Seas or knock Both Poles together I with as much ease Dare enterprize these Wonders as to please A Woman Lay thou any Plague on me But to Love them I 'le deem it Clemencie For they are Riddles past Mans finding out No task so difficult to go about For in that one Act I have labour'd more Than Hercules did in his twelve before To the Song DEep as the Earth Decline your Ray your Glories burie there It is not meet the Guilty Day should ever wear a Vestment cleer Since what should make it fair leaves to appear But from the Center of your Souls draw forth your Griefs and die He still his Enemy Controuls that makes his Death his Remedie For Resolution slights Extreamitie Or in your Closets mould away where there is onely Room Enough to raise your selves a Tomb there leave your Epitaphs to pray The Day the Night may overcome To welcome your Deliverance home FINIS