himself to his Study NO proud Insultress know my love Is now fix'd rightly far above The reach of fortunes frown or thine Nor maist thou hope 't will ere decline On thee again Here 't will remain Secure from folly to reward With like contempt this disreguard For here as on Olimpus plac'd I spie The giddy World mislead by foolery 2. My love this will never dye Since here I have variety Then hope not it will so debase It self to doat upon thy face It was thine hate That did create To me this happyness and so Thy form at first did prove my foe For gazeing like an harmless Forreigner On thy bewitching features I did erre 3. But to my self return'd thy pride Deservedly I do deride And seated here I do defie The wanton glaunces of thine Eye Then mourn and chide Th' excess of pride That made thee lose that heart which now With all thy Arts thou cans't not bow Since now with more delight I dayly prove The pleasures of revenge then those of love A SONG CLoris I burn behold and view And cool me with a sigh from you I Fry in flames and still Consume Although the Pill be all Perfume 2. To be in Oyl of Roses drown'd Or Water wher 's the difference found Both bring one death and death will be Unwelcome any way to me 3. Then gentle Maid some pitty show Distroy not him that loves you so A lass I call but ah I see There is no hope in store for me SONG SO closly closly prest In his Clymena's Armes young Damon lay Panting in that transport so over blest He seem'd just ready just to dye away Clymena beheld him with amourous Eyes And thus betwixt sighing and kising she cries Oh make not such hast to begon T is too much unkind While I stay behind For you to be dying alone 2. This made the youth now drawing to his end The happy moment of his death suspend But with so great a pain His flying Soul he did retain That with himself he seem'd at strife Whether to let out Love or keep in Life Then she who already was hasting to Death Said softly and trembleing and all out of breath Oh! now my dear let us go Dye with me Damon for now I dye too Thus dyed they but 't was of so secret a death That so to dye again they took new breath SONG AWay with this legal Fruition The pennance of Flegmatick love Devised by some old Polititian Whose sinewes no longer could move Since wenching is modest and beauties is common Why should we wed the defects of a woman 2. The Husband has all the vexation The quarrels and care of the Sheets Fair Perriwigs and Fops in 'th Fashion For nothing enjoy all the sweets Since c. 3. If the Wife has witt beauty or portion Fine cloathes and Gallants must be had She followes the Court for Promotion And high for the new Masquerade Since c. 4. When the Chaos was made a Creation And all things in order did move The wisest in every nation Went into all they did love Since c. 5. Each bout is a feast of new pleasure To those that may any where feed The Bees have all natures sweet treasure But Drones are confin'd to a weed Since wenching is modish and beauties is common Why should we wed the defects of a woman The Willow-wearing Lovers disconsolate Complaint 1. VVHen first I beheld my fair Philomels face She appear'd like an Angel to me But â—hen her dear love She vouchsaf't me to prove I was blest with what mankind could be 2. She has toy'd and has talk'd when abroad we have walk'd And at home all delights have exprest Her discourse and her parts Would have ravish'd all hearts That ever with her had convers'd 3. When we were alone then I gaz'd on her face And the more I did gaze I admir'd No words I could speak Least my heart it should break But with sigh's it told what I desir'd 4. Her frown 's would sometimes put me into dispair But her smiles did create me new bliss Though my death had me seiz'd Yet if she were but pleas'd She could give me new life with a kiss 5. In fine all perfections that ever were seen In all beauties in her did abound With Loves sweets most divine Did my Philomell shine Oh! her Parrallel's not to be found 6. But mark what false fortune unto me has done My delights were too great long to stay For those sweets which she sware Should increase ever more In one moment all vanish'd away 7. For her faith she has broak and denies me those joyes VVhich in freedome I oft have possest By her scorn 's I 'me betray'd And alass I am made The most wretched who was the most blest 8. VVith melancholly sighs I am tormented each day My discontents hourly increase My mind is perplext And my heart sore opprest And my soul will ne're be at peace 9. Therefore oh you gods I am firmly resolv'd Your power shan't my passion controule I 'le dye for her sake And in death I make A Love offering to her of my Soul Prologue To the Knight of the burning Pestle IF any heer have ancient Records seen Of Amadis or doughty Palmerin Of Squire and Dwarf and of enchanted wood And taken true delight in Gyants blood Such we invite with confidence to laugh At the stout Acts and Monuments of Ra'ph Of Ralph who humbly does each Lady greet And layes his Burning Pestle at her feet This to the Learned it does now remain We descend upward to the vulgar swain And gravely tell him that our Fletchers wit Has here burlesqu'd all he himself had writ Burlesqu'd that is has turn'd to ridicule As one would say has wisely play'd the fool Mock-love Mock passion that is still to say He as it were has farcifi'd a Play This Gallants is that Play which for your sake We now revive and doubt not it will take For in our vertuous Age Not only every wit Lampoons his brother But men are all burlosque to one another In Burgundy and Mant the great ones rayle But then blind sides are found in Mum and Ale Therefore laugh on and rally all you can For ther 's no fop like to your absent man The world will laugh at all you do or say Then laugh you for a clubs an equal lay As good fall on since you are sure to pay Epilogue THe Prologue durst not tell before 't was seen The Plot we had to swinge the Mayden Queen For had we then discover'd our intent The Fop who writ it had not giv'n consent Or the new peaching trick at least had shown And brought in others faults to hide his own That wit he has been by his betters taught When he 's accus'd to shew another's fault When one wit 's hunted hard by joynt consent Another claps betwixt and does prevent His death for many Hares still foyl the scent Thus our poor Poet would
SONG 1. FAir was my Mistress and fine as a Bride That is deck'd in her wedding attire Her eyes do's protest I shall not be deni'd And yet I dare hardly come nigh her I seem'd to be sad and she smil'd Which I thought did a kindness betray Then forward I go But was dash'd with a no Yet came off with a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Hey ha ha ha ha ha 2. Strange was she then as a politick Nun And I found my first courting was lost Her frowns put me farther then when I begun O see how poor Mortals are crost I then made another assault When her kindness began to display And I brought her to this That she gave me a kiss And came off with a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Hey ha ha ha ha ha 3. High was my courage but more my desire Which fed my addresses with force That you could not distinguish whose eyes had most Fire Or who had the prettiest discourse Agreed we lay'd down and tumbled Till both were a weary of play Though I spent a full share Yet by Cupid I swear I came off with a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Hey ha ha ha ha ha ha ha SONG 1. FArewel dear Revechia my joy and my grief Too long I have lov'd you and found no releif Undone by your Jaylor too strict and severe Your eyes gave me Love and he gives me despair Now urg'd by your interest I seek to retire Far off from the cause of so hopeless a fire To stay near you still were in vain to torment Your ears with a passion you must not content 2. To live in the Countrey with fooles is less pain Then still to endure an unwilling disdain You 'r the cause of my exile and far off I 'le go That none of my suffrings you ever may know But if some kind fate you should chance to convey And through woods where i 've been your journey should lay Your name when you find upon every tree You 'l say poor Alexis 't was written by thee On Calliope retiring to her Spring Song 1. SAcred to Love and Harmony And to the Fair Calliope There is a Spring by Heav'n desig'nd To feed a Melancholly mind Hither when bigg with sighs and tears The troubl'd Deity repairs And with those Crystal dropps the spring augments Pouring into the Nymph her discontents 2. So Nero to a Hill retir'd When Rome by his command was fir'd And on his Harp contemptuosly Play'd the sad City's Elegy As here when to her conq'ring eyes Mankind's a flaming sacrifice Calliope insultingly retreats And with her Voice and Lute her scorn repeats 3. Her voice th' harmonious Swans admire And in attention half expire Catching the Eccho of each sound And drunk with aire and almost drown'd Charming Calliope thy voice controul's Even the passions of our soules Charm me yet more that dying I may be A Sacrifice to Harmony and Thee Mad Tom of Bedlam FOrth form the Darke and Dismall Cell And deep abiss of Hell Poor Tom is come to view the VVorld agen To see if he can cure his distempered Brain Fears and Cares oppress my Soul And hark how the angry Furies houle Pluto laughs and Proserpine is glad To see poor Tom of Bedlam mad Through the world I wander night and day To seek my stragled sences In an angry mood I met old Tom VVith his Pentarch of tences When me he spi'd Away he hi'd For time will stay for no man In vain with cryes I rend the Skyes For Pitty is not common Cold and comfortless I lye Help Oh help for Charity Hark I hear Appoll's teame The Carman gins to whistle Chast Diana has bent her Bow And the Bore begins to bristle Come Vulcan with Tooles and with Jackles Come knock off these troublesome Shackles Bid Charles make ready his wain To bring me my Sences again Last night I heard the Dog Star bark Mars met with Venus in the dark Limping Vulcan het an Iron bar And furiously ran at the God of War Mars with his Weapon laid about But Limping Vulcan had the Gout His broad Horns did hang so in 's light He could not see to aim his blow aright Mercury the nimble Post of Heaven Stood still to see the Quarrel Gorbellyed Bacchus Giant like Bestrid a great Bear Barrel To me he drank I did him thank But I could get no Sider He drank whole Butts And split his Gutts But mine were nere the wider Poor Tom is very dry A little Drink for charity Hark I hear Acteous horn The Huntsman whoopes and hollows Bowman Ringwood Ropter Joylen ho ho At the Chase now followes The man in the Moon drinks Clarret Eats powder'd â—â—if Turnip and Carret But a glass of old Malago Sack Will fire the Bush at his back Upon his Dead Mistress represented in a Dream UNkind And cruel fancy too Mocking my Sences to renew The mem'ry of that face VVhich Death tyrannically took On purpose he might gaze and look And all his empire grace For as wild sullen fettered Beasts do tyre Themselves by strangling and put out their fire So my unrully grief it self had tam'd Which now by fresher Passion is enflam'd 2. Were there but hopeing from the Grave I wou'd to sorrow live a Slave And wait for her return Or stifle craftily my Breath With sigh's if proud and stubborn death Wou'd lay me in her Urne But he 's too fond of her there she must stay Where I access want since he guards the way I 'le chide no more then Fancies use thy skill That I may dream such killing pleasure still An Epithalamium 1. THough so many say that chance is Sole disposer of our lives That our actions and our fancies It directs and gives us Wives Yet the story here Divine is Past the reach of mortal sence Hee 's mistaken whose designe is To prevent a Providence 2. There was neither Birth nor Beauty Made these years Parenthesis Fitting accidents and duty Did before deny the bliss Since they now embrace each other With a just and mutual fire May their passions never smother Or their spirits fail desire 3. Happy be your first embraces So to answer both your flames That when either time defaces You restor'd be in your names Prudence let your deeds contrive all Free from jealousie and rage Death alone let be your Rival And the challenge brought by age SONG THe beams of Lovers sparkling Eyes Such strange misterious powers dart They make their object sympathize And feel the flames that fire their heart If this were true as reason seems to prove You cannot be insensible of Love 2. Fires active Element ascends Loves passion is defin'd a flame If then my heart too high pretends Ambition doth its truth proclaim Love sometimes bowes though flames still upward move So heavenly Cinthia did Endimion love Love does of life and death dispose Commands as cheif in Court and Feild Then how can I a Prince oppose To
night to prey But Rob by Sun-shine in the face of day VVho scarce the common Ceremony use Of stand Sir and deliver up your Muse But knock the Poet down and with a grace Mount Pegasas before the owners Face Faith if you have such Country Toms abroad T is time for all true men to leave that Road. Yet it were modest could it but be sed They stript the living but they rob the dead 'T will with the mummey of the Muses Play And make love to 'em the Aegyptian way Or as a Rhyming Authour would have sed Joyn the dead living to the living dead Yet such in Poetry may claim some part They have the Licence though they want the Art Such as in Sparta weight for Laurels stand Poets not of the head but of the hand They make their benefit of others studying Much like the meales of Politick Jack Pudding Where Broth to claim there 's no one has the courage T is all his own after he has spit i' th' Porredge But Gentlemen y' are all concernd in this You are in fault for what they do a miss For they their thefts will undiscover'd think And durst not steal unless you please to winck Now should we Letters of reprizall seal These men write that which no man else would steale A SONG UPon yon pleasing plain Alexis thought fair Cloris heart to gain And therefore he unto her every day Did sing and on his Pipe would sweetly play Most pleasing Tunes to give delight Unto this beauteous Nymph so bright She that had wounded him with her fair sight 2. But the obdurate Maid Nought but unkindness to his sufferings paid For when of love he unto her did speak And 's passion sigh'd as if his heart would break Nothing prevail'd 't was all in vain She slew from him in proude disdain And left Alexis sadly to complain 3. Then to the neigbouring Grove Poor Swain he went and there his hopeless Love Alone he mourn'd and in that gloomey shade Did grieve that he her hate and scorn was made VVith pensive Lookes and Arms a cross In Tears he did lament her loss To whom all beauties in the world are Dross 4. Perplext a while he sate Upon the Ground complaining of his Fate Against a Tree he gently laid his head In hope to sleep but rest from him was fled He then start up and once more went To her who caus'd his discontent To try if she would yet his Death prevent 5. Hard hearted Maid said he VVhy dost thou hate him that so doats on thee My flock's I've brought to feed with thine all day And we the while in harmless sports did play But when my love I did make known Then all my hopes too soon were gone A lass you left me to lament alone 3. Cruel but yet most fair Once more hear him whom you have made dispair VVill your severity ne're daign to give One kind return of Love and let me Live Here at your Feet behold I lye And here by Heaven I vow to dye If you my passion still with hate deny 7. But all his plaints were vain She proudly scornd to ease him of his pain Which when he saw nor Tears nor Prayers could mo Her heart with Pitty ere to yield him Love He sigh'd much more and nought could speake But Cloris with a voice so weak That as he cal'd on her his heart did break 8. When Cloris saw him dead She stood a maz'd her frighted spirits fled O're him she wept and weeping she did say Stay deare Alexis Cloris bids thee stay Then fetch'd a sigh and faintly cry'd Alexis I will be thy Bride And as she spoke these words fair Cloris dy'd A SONG I Led my Silvia to a Grove Where all the Boughs did shade us The Sun it self though it had strove It could not have betray'd us The place securd from humane eyes No other fear alows But when the winds do gently rise And kiss the yielding Boughs Down there we sate upon the Moss And did begin to play A thousand wanton tricks to pass The heate of all the day A many kisses I did give And she return'd the same Which made her willing to receive That which I dare not name My greedy eyes no ayds requir'd To tell their Amorous Tale On her that was already fir'd 'T was easie to prevaile I did but kiss and claspe her round Whose they my thoughts exprest And laid her gently on the ground Oh! who can guess the rest A Song to a Scotish tune COme my Phillis let us improve Both our joy of equal love Whilst we in younder shady Grove Count Minutes by our kisses See the flowers how sweetly they spread And each displayes his colour'd head To make for us a fragrant Bed To practise ore new blisses The Sun it self with love does conspire And sends abroad his Ardent fire And kindly seemes to bid us retire And shade us from his Glory Then fairest come and do not fear All that your Slave desires there Is Phillis what you love to hear Him say that he does adore you 2. Ah! Phillis if you love me so As you perswaded me long a go Why should you now refuse to do What you so oft have vow'd me Did I ere your bounty abuse Or your our severest Commands refuse Nay rather chose to Languish then to lose The perfect respect I ow'd you Yet Phillis some reward is due To him who dayly does renew The passion which he has for you Is a faithfull Lover Then come my dearest be not shy Thou knowst my heart and my secresie Wait not this oppertunitie When none can our joyes discover 3. Phillis in vain you shed these tears VVhy do you blush which speak your fears There 's none but your Amintas hears VVhat meanes this pretty passion Can you fear your fancies will cloy Those that the blessings do injoy Oh no such needless fears destroy This niceties out of Fashion When thou hast don by Pan I sware Thou wilt unto mine eyes appear A thousand times more charming and fair Then thou weart to my first desire That smile was kind and now thou' rt wise To throw away that coy disguise And by the vegor of thy eyes Declare thy youth and fire Song to a Schotish tune VVHen Iemmy first began to Love He was the finest Swain That ever yet a flock had dorve Or danc'd upon the Plain 'T was yea that I way 's me poor heart My freedome threw a way And finding sweets in every smart I coud not say him nay And ever when he spoke of Love He would his eyes decline And every sigh woud take a heart Gued faith and why not mine He 'd press my Hand and kiss it oft His silence spoke his flame And whilst he treated me thus soft I wisht him more to blame Sometimes to feed my flocks with him My Iemmy would invite me There he the gayest Songs would sing On purpose to delight me And Iemmy every grace