helpe to forgo To joyn their forces were t' augment their foe 115. For Deaths use seized are all naked streets Which who so dares adventure to passe by A presse of thronged Funeralls he meets And People that their lofty Mansions fly Daring to dying sheds their lives commit Which each blast shakes into a Palsie fit 116. Each carkase of a Grange hath Guests some hide In vacant Windmills some in tented Boat On watry floores rock'd by the tumbling tide With their sick houshould at dead Anchor flote Yea who no tilt could hope but open skies Dare home forsake so Sicil Sicil flies 117. Palermo differ'd from Palermo so As doth a Tree which erst did blow and bear But naked in December stands like to A Skelleton ratling its bones all bare Such solitude as this i' th' waxen Town Appeares when th' winged hony Host is flown 118. As prudent mice from salling roofes make hast And thence to sounder walls for shelter flee So from sick Sicilie her brood flock't fast To neighbouring Isles as Caene and Strongile Now with like luck as when two Suns appeare ' tk'clouded skie two Sicilies there were 119. THEREVTVS selfe from 's royall place retir'd To 's Tusculanium in the Countrey Not built to envious show but health desir'd And to th' adjacent Islles Aeoliae Where Aeolus his Throne of old was seen He sent his onely Daughter and great Queen 120. The Queen HYMETTA whose each part a story Of Beauty was ' oove wonder far renown'd Of her fair fex she the faire Crown and Glory Who yet all these stiaines in her vertues drown'd But her chiefe Elogie to veile all other Is this she was thâ—â—are ROSELLA'S Mother 121. SOSELLA without whom the Court was dark Fresh morn her handmaid was and Roses strew About Loves Hemisphere each heavenly spark Wheg she arose ecclipz'd and sad withdrew For shame to be out-shin'd by her bright eyes Who more than they the Earth did gild the skies 122. Old JVNO seeing a new let her plumes fall The Graces wondred at themselves to see They'd fram'd a Grace that far surpast them all And had exhausted quite their Treasury To shame themselves by one on whose each part Fame might spend all her voice Verse all her Art 123. She was of Goddesses a Rapsodie Boasting AVRORA'S rosie fingers small SATVRNIA'S stately front PALLAS grey eye VENVS her dimpled chin and Beauties All. Of CERES Daughter the life-wasting wast And Gorgons curled hair before it hist 124. She was the onely Loadstone of all Eyes She was the onely Touchstone of all Hearts The Whetstone of all braines and Phantasies Making each Freshman Master in Loves Arts. She chew'd with Studs of Pearle with Rubies kist She look'd with diamonds rescuing Day from Mist 125. This Saint and Angell both did harbour give To as much winning beauty as could die And to more heavenly vertues than doe live Which in her blest Urne I 'l let quiet lie Lest all to whom such Miracles are told Or turne Idolaters or think her old 126. A VENVS and DIANA mixt in one She was whose wit was even in greenest yeers Flowing as Nectar ripe as Autumn showne And crown'd with graces envy'd by white haires Which who can tell and yet who cannot tell Well may I praise her but not praise her well 127. To do it meanely were no lesse disgrace Than a course garment to a Princely Dame Or homely painting to a lovely face Or a brasse setting to a precious Gemme Think not weak Muse by thy low Song to raise her T is praise enough that none enough can praise her 128. Here of this wonder of nice Natures sweat Taking my Leave I am for Sicilie Imbark'd from whence PHOEBVS withdrew his heat And fled as he too fear'd the Malady Winter the Isle shut up in icie bars As close as sicknesse did the Islanders 129. With the years heat Plagues nurse the Plague outwore The mortall Angell sheath'd his Sword the street Put off its mossie mantle and once more Began a new acquaintance with mens feet Still Piles are built and blaze still Bells loud call But for devotion more than Buriall 130. All aske what frends Heavens Besom swept away And who is left All gape for fresher air And like Stags snuffing 'bout the Fields they stray So Fishes stifled with long ice repair Unto the hole when as the Leatherine Hine With Axes break the frost to water kine 131. Now men with health as Swallowes with the Spring Again to their dear Mothers Bosome run Once more Palermo the desired King Blest with his Presence shewing like the Sun Scattering th' Egyptians long loath'd Night away Or out black Chaos striking Christall Day 132. He seeing admired VLORVS become The tenth Sphere of the Court drawing all after him And daily triumphing ore the Hearts of some Griev'd that the fatall Angell spar'd to slaughter him He sate in Councell with his thoughts at strife How to remove his fear the youngmans life 133. His busie braine was like an Howerglasse Wherein Imaginations like sands ran Filling up hasty time but then Alas Were turn'd and turn'd and ended as began So that he knew not what to stay upon And lesse to Crown with execution 134. To thrust him out of life sans processe were To blot himselfe out of the Rolls of Fame To send him to the wars in hope that there Quick death might find him were t' augment his Fame A Hero lockt in brasse will force all breath To chant his Trophees brave or braver Death 135. Taking the wisest counsell of his brain At last Invention prompted a course to him For which he hug'd his wit and cruel veine And this was mask'd in friendship to undo him Malice in Love disguiz'd was in all time Most safe and common held yet is 't a crime 136. So poysonous Snakes in Roses ly in wait And lurke in honny-dropping Grasse to sting So the Hyenna murders by deceit So from the Rocks th' alluring Syrens sing And call down the high notes of the sweet Spherse Before they prey to fill the wretches eares 137. The Senat of his thoughts decreed to send The Young Man to the Queen t' Aeoliae With secret Letters feigning as a Friend The honouring of him with the Embassie Which was that as soon as he should await her She privily execute him for a Traytor 138. To paper he this Mandate did commit And with his Seal enjoyn'd it secrecy Then charg'd his Favorit ULORVS with it Unto his Queen on hasts spred wings to flie From DAVID so to JOAB once before URIAH his one fatall sentence bore 139. The Favourite proud of the employment rode Attended with no long yet trusty train To the next Port his vent'rous foot there trod Upon the rude throat of the scalding Main FAVONIVS and THETIS mixt in one To blesse him with kind Transfretation 140. About the Noon of Night he reach't the shore And took up's quarters in a common Inne Where partly ' cause for manners sake
eye say shall my Joyes become Perfect on this side of Elizium Cast Cast a figure shall I find that place On Earth in a sweet Heaven of her embrace Why should hope flatter me since her fair hands I find so loath to tie those life-long bands But why should she shun Juno's fane or be So adverse to the Genial Deitie Truth on mens tongues she saies doth seldom sit But what they rashly swear they soon forget Shee saies they write in Sand when they take oathes And keep their vowes just as they weare their cloaths Whilst only they be new and fresh i' th' fashion But once grown old like words they speak in Passion They lay them by forgot and their Loves leave With watry eyes to waile the faith they gave To their more watry vowes And then in Pride In scornes Triumphall Chariot will they ride Over their spoyles and tirannously glory How many female Trophees deck their story So quick-eele Theseus of two conquests vapour Poor Ariadne and the Minetaure And leaves Fame in the Labyrinth to tell Of that or himselfe which was beast most fell So did false Jason by his vow-breach prove 'T was gaine he sought for not Medea's Love Thus slippery streames the yielding banks do court Then gliding thence say they but lov'd in sport Thus winds wooe Flowers but having of their smells Rob'd them sly thence perfum'd to other cells Rouse ye infernall Hags yee direfull three From the foule lakes of Nights darke Empery Give me a bunch of Scorpions to lash Lady-deceivers and to teare their flesh With stings more than they did the gentle hearts Of maids they cheated with their Crocodile Arts. Hells curse on the inconstant crew that tooke Loves sacred name their fraud or lust to cloak Vipers to your own kind its long on you Ladies scarce credit us that would be true Rest thee Ixion these deserve to feel The weary service of thy constant wheel May the inconstant Stone disturb your rests And ravenous Vultures banquet on your Breasts And ' cause your flame of Love went out fry there In flames eternall as your shame is here There though not here be constant in your tones But let them be Caligula's musick groanes May heaven invent new Plagues and Poets adde More curses for you to the store we had And may your Ribs in Hell a Grydiron be Whereon your soules may broile eternally But ah I faint I fear my fate is near I feel that colder poyson sad Despair Invade my veines shaking my cot of clay Warning my soul out thus warn'd none can stay Yet may I ere on Earth I quit my room Bespeak a better in Elizium Sweet SVCKLING then the glory of the Bower Wherein I 've wanton'd many a geniall hower Fair Plant whom I have seen Minerva wear An ornament to her well-plaited hair On highest daies remove a little from Thy excellent CAREVV and thou dearest TOM Loves Oracle lay thee a little off Thy flourishing SVCKLING that between you both I may find room then strike when will my fate I 'l proudly hast to such a Princely seat But you have Crownes our Gods chast darling Tree Adorn your Brows with her fresh gallantry Stay I 'l go get a wreath too the Saint I So long ador'd a Willow can't deny I 'l claim it and of that as proud be seen Cause t is her favour and in her hand hath been As you of Lawrell t is as fresh as green Sonnet The Protestation 1. FIrst stones shall races upward run Scots forget craft and Avarice Jewes The Needle its dear North shall shun And Impudence the publique Stewes First supple flattery Nero's Court shall flee E're I cease thee to Love and only Thee 6. If any object to mine eye Seems fair but what in thee is found If my dull ear hears melody Besides thy voice in any sound If my abused taste its art should misse And relish ought besides thy balmy kisse 4. If my false touch should think it hath Felt any thing smooth or soft but thee Or if my smell besides thy Breath Counts ought Perfume or Nard to be May Titians Kites feast on me whilst I see My Rivall joy in and enjoying Thee FINIS POEMS The Author R. B. Gent. LONDON Printed by W. H. for Tho Dring 1650. Vpon Birth and Infancy 1. BIrth is a kind of Resurrection For Man is buried ere he be brought forth Th' membrane that veiles the tender Embrion Is first its winding sheet then swadling cloath Death ushers in mans life so that the wombe Is both his genethliack Inne and Tombe 2. Birth is a kind of Goal delivery A Prisoner ere he knowes what 's to be free Man is Thrice three Moneths doth he cloystered lie In a maturnall Dungeon after he Lives halfe in nights whom Lucine forth dothlet Leaves not his darknesse but exchanges it 3. Gods Commissary Nature doth bestow The inborn Principalls and Physicall Dictates of Reason on him this yee don't know And thus alone he proves he 's rationall He wailes with cries which no salt teares do want The Ignorance of which he 's Ignorant 4. His lives twilight or dawning of the Day In this same wheel or circular is spent He sucks sleeps cries Tria sunt omnia As if he deem'd Death gain Life punishment He 's quiet but sleeping when in jeast he dies But when he wakes and finds he lives he cries 5. He is beholding to though he 's by Birth The Monarch of the whole creation Brute Animalls and hospitable earth Both for his vestments and nutrition Being cloath'd he 's lull'd asleep by his own cry So ere he 'gins to live he learns to die In Principem arma petentem Erit ille mihi semper Deus ANd weares his Highnesse Buffe stir Vulcan stir The coales and forge bolts for Heavens Thunderer To naile his foes to earth with Now assume Celestiall Archer thy sure Bow new plume The Shaft that pierc'd the Python Neptune bear Thy Fork aloft and many maid thy Spear Sern Mars girt on thy sword and shake the Lance Thy knotty Club great Hercules advance Arm Gods and Hero's arm keep watch and ward About his Person and be his Life Guard May evry Sun present him with fresh Bay May he ne'r know what t is to misse o' th' Day May's name like Zisca's Drum his foes affright May their hearts drop into their heeles at 's sight And may our arms pave all the way he treads With peacefull Olives or bold Rebells heads Kind Jove give Fortune eyes for could she see Whom she attends upon it could not be That to what place so e're he would betake him She should so hate her selfe as to forsake him TO That Darling of Virtue his dear Friend JOHN VVROTH Esq I Love thee highly but for what Is 't for thy blood or Births sake no I 'm not so fond to dote on that Which ballanced no weight doth know Nor object to the eye doth bear But only fills the vulgar ear Nor
bulks and akes In her stiffe Dugs oft succles willingly Creatures of different Species to ease her Why might not he as well as Beasts then please her 90. EVSTACHVS one o' th Kings grave Counsellours A Person both of Blood and Honour stockt In a long race of vertuous Ancestours His mind with deep Idea's tir'd unlockt And with delight to sweeten his State care O' th' Woods side gat on foot the purblind Hare 91. The Dogs were at a fault and flockt about Snuffing and fawning on the Infants Tree Which made the Patriot thinking they smelt out Some willy Fox there earth'd ride up to see Where on his back the smiling Boy he found Sucking the Hind and stroaking of a Hound 92. ' Cause with rich Jems and Gold so bright â—e shon The Lord of Parentage right Noble deem'd him And bore him thence Lacking himself a Son He fostered and as his own esteem'd him Who prov'd as he of Time had got the start The Early Miracle of Armes and Art 93. But here the Reader is to be advis'd That when this Youth found in the Forest was EVSTACHVS Ignorant he was baptiz'd Before he found him nam'd him ULORVS The which name he must bear till my Muse can I' th' Songs close call him TVCHESPHAIR agen 94. THEREVTVS when bald time upon his wing Had stoln his fiftieth Yeer for a Jub'le Revoked exiles from pale wandering Pardon'd State Cankers and set Captives free And sham'd DARIVS in a solemne Feast To which each man of name was call'd a Guest 95. Tilting the Day masquing the Night chac't thence Perfumes did raise sweet Mists in every room To keep the air in awe of the nice sense Attalick garments cloath'd each swaggering Groom Rich Tyrian Arras evry Wall hung round With meddalls in old Gaule or Carthage found 96. Scorning there ord'nary Corinthian Plate Men quaft in Stone at dearer prices sold At Jvory tables or wood of higher rate They eat on quilted Beds of Silk and Gold Their wanton tasts had onely in request Newest and rarest things though not the best 97. The feather'd River Phasis could not yeeld Them Fowle enow nor Oysters Lucrine Lake They spring each Thicket Fowle each bush and Field All seas they draw all Ponds in nets they take Circes too Natures Larder do they seek To please the witty gluttony of a week 98. Lachrymae Christi flow'd down and the blood Of Tuscan Grapes swel'd high each joviall mind Had Nature lost her Species air her brood Water her spawn here might they seek and find APITIVS a Carthusian was to these And AESOPE'S Platter a poor Scholars messe 99. The Pallace crackt with weight of thronging Guests As Theaters when som fine sock is on EVSTACHVS there was seen among the rest And with him VLORVS his reputed Son Who now wrot man and full of hopes most high Assum'd the vesture of virility 100. In COMVS'S heat and Pride the glorious King Viewing the young man with a setled eye Through his loose hair the print of his seal Ring Spi'd on his front this dash't his jollity This marke a mole his Phisnomy assur'd him 'T was he ' gainst whom he thought death had secur'd him 101. His mirths spred wings were clipt the pale desire Of revenge seiz'd him with hot fury stockt But that which swell'd his floud of Passion higher Was that the Lords by whom he was so mockt Full of grand Honours wounds and daies were dead And with wet Elegies their Hearses spread 102. Rufling his brow biting his lip he sat Waking all forces of his phantasie To guide his wrath being observ'd this fit He call'd a spice of an old Lethargie Then rallying his wiser thoughts he spake thus Unto the good that 's more than great EVSTACHVS 103. How happy are you in a Son my Lord So rich in Natures store and Arts best things Only you ought not so great wealth to hoard Jems shine not in the Quarry but in Rings Leave him with us at Court so shall he seem Engloried by the Place the Place by him 104. EVSTACHVS covetous of so good hap Gave to the King his VLORVS much lov'd Who as if he upon some Courtly lap Had alwaies slept a formall Courtling prov'd His mouth the mint of complement and he The very Tyrant in bare courtesie 105. His phrase and gests were followed and allow'd So full of Man his evry Act was showne And which was chiefe not borrowed it shew'd But all he did became him as his own And seem'd as proper and as naturall As breath with life or light with radient SOL. 106. Which is the soul of Courtship he became The Marigold of every Ladies shine Teaching each beauty t'give and take a flame Approaching it in its own height and Line All Ladies with one Luer caught are not No more than all Birds are with one bait got 107. The proud he tickeled with praise of theirs Dispraise of others Beauties modes and dresses The witty with Romants he pleas'd and verse Th' amourous with Love Legends mixt with kisses And flourishing still in the Spring o' th' Fashion He got a credit beyond admiration 108. But now Heaven moved by the late excesse Or by THEREVTVS Tyrannous intent Hot painted feavours clad in spotted dresse Plagues Harbingers 'mong the Sicilians sent And no auspicious Omen in each field Sholes of hoars Ravens unwonted musters held 109. Then envious Stars shot poyson from their Sphere Or Earth from the dark Dungeon belch't it forth Or angry winds did puffe it through the aire That th' Isle one Pesthouse made one grave the Earth O Dismall Argument black subject where All comma's sighs should be each point a Tear 110. The sweeping Plague's begun some fall all fear As when i' th' Night fires are discovered Fates as if vext they meant to blunt their sheares Warps by whole hanfulls cut not threed by threed Mortall Abaddon with keen sickle hovers Flesh like Grasse mowing making few Passeovers 111. Think but how fast at evry puffe of wind From Trees the mellow leaves in Autume glide I' th' steps of Cattell some interment find Some on the wings of wanton briefes ride So in this busie Terme of Death folk dy'd Faster than those alive could graves provide 112. No Songs but Dirges fill'd the infected air No Musick but the Bells sad Knells is heard Pebles which erst much peoples feet did wear And pollish now with grasle oregrown Churchyard Rather than street seem along which there wave Black Beers that strive wch first should reach the grave 113. Churchyards so delv'd and harrow'd are none now As type of Resurrection Grasse affords This death a Schismatick will not allow Of Ceremony Men on slings and boards Uncovered are posted to the grave Which although free Land none may single have 114. That best of Nature Neighberhood was gon With hateles treason friends by friends breath dy'd They 're safest who like salvage live alone And although debtlesse from this Serjant hide No help is left but all
before The Sun had he would not salute the Queen Partly to compose his Sea shuffled head He made his cloaths poor to make rich his Bed 141. One of his Traine having Athenian ears Itching for news much longing to descry His Lords quick message when the band of cares Soft sleep had seiz'd him and his company He crept into his Chamber in the dark And stole his Packet thence whilst none did mark 142. Being no Novice in that knavish trick Of ripping Seales and closing them again A Burglary baser than locks to pick For that robs but our coffers this our braine Not dar'd by 's Kings dumb face he opened Nicely his Royall Packet and thus read T. R. ad H. R. THEREVTVS to his Queen HYMETTA dear Sends the same health which he enjoyeth here Rebecca's Twins love hatred this scroule beares The first is thine the last this Messengers Whom we have thus employ'd that we migh have By this unsmelt means Safety he a Grave This ULORVS is th' Ague of our Reigne He shakes it as Windes stoll'n into Earths veine Doe our dull staggering Mother He 's the ill Conscience o' th' State that ne'r lets it be still 'T was in our thoughts by just help of our Lawes That this effect might Cease to seize the cause But being such a Minion of the rude Beast with so many heads the Multitude We judg'd him not here in their sights to die Lest they mistake Justice for Tyranny In us and in themselves Rebellion For Pitty Lest our Bark of State split on These Rocks We 've sent him to your Court that there His Death may be close as his Treasons here If of his Fate you can all eyes prevent Wee 'l father it upon some accident How e'r do 't if you can't stop Fames wild breath Wee 'l draw up's Posthume Processe after 's Death Grieve not to nip this young weed in the bloom A young Wolfes Death to soon can never come Yet were it cruell t is Fate is harsh not wee Selfe preservation warrants Crueltie SICILIE T. Rex 143. Alas Quoth th' Servant whilst my Lord aimes at The honour of being but a Royall Post His selfe is lost So patient Chymists get But Smoke Dust Hope for all their reall cost So th' Dog that on the waters face did catch At th' shaddow of his Morsell lost the flesh 144. Poor MERCVRY whose being so 's thy Death Losing true Treasure for an empty name Thy selfe for Honour Yet but breath for breath The breath of Life for the fond breath of Fame Ah! how much more than pitty t is to fell A blooming Spray that sprouts so straight and well 145. Brood with me HERMES help this Plot to hatch That this Anti-IXION whose strift is To grasp but a Cloud airy Fame may catch A reall JVNO or a fairier piece What though he nor rewards nor knows my pain In vertuous Acts the very doing's gain 146. Or t is a crime or none t' have op'd this Letter If none I 've pleas'd my selfe not wrong'd the King If t is a Sin to purge it no way 's better Than good out of intended evill to bring This said he took a blank and altering the Mind of the Monarchs Letter thus wrot he The Kings Letter changed THEREVTVS to his Queen HYMETTA dear Sends the same health which he enjoyeth here This paper Barke a freight of Love doth bear To be shar'd 'twixt thee and this Messenger Whom we have made so that he may inherit To all our joyes the meed of his high merit This ULORVS so high fam'd and so allow'd Of whom our Court and Natures selfe is proud To whom both PALLAS arts alike are shear'd A sage Philosopher without a beard Who if his mind as his green yeers increase His Age will alwaies than himself be lesse We 've sent t' attend you that you may behold The truth that unbeliev'd Report hath told Though too too nigardly of his great worth To honour vertue is to set it forth We will you treat him then with every rare Device that Love and Honour can prepare Since our People gilding each act of his With liking make it better than it is Since they 've given up themselves unto him so As they 've a Law within themselves to doe His Mandats binding and that Law is Love Which Princes as their strongest fort approve Since Fate denies us a Male birth to be The ATLAS of our Realme and Family But had we AEGIPTVS's number none could be Worthier such honour than this MERCVRIE Therefore I' th' Carnavall midst mirth and Laughter We will you marry him to our only Daughter Muse not we speak of Consummation ere Thet's due approaches made for young and fair Have made acquaintances in Nature so When their eyes meet they have the lesse to do SICILIE T. Rex 147. Now wrapt he up this Scroule so counterfaite In the same fashion as the King had his Then ript with curious heed the seale from that And with a Wafer fixt it whole to this Next to the Chamber on fears socks he crept And left it there whilst still his Master slept 148. Soon as the early Lark even tir'd with rest From his moist Cabinet sprung up on high Waking the morning from whose dewy breast Heavens wandring Knight rose to his errantry Th' Embassadour don'd rich embroideries pride And to the Court his paces did divide 149. Whilst there he waited in a Gallery Hung round with TITIANS and rare Hylliards hands The Queen stept in clad in such Majesty As the Great Goddesse that ties Nuptiall Bands Used when she did contend on Ida's plain From Beauties Queen Beauties bright prize to gaine 150. Low on his knee he kist her Royall Hand Then fil'd it with the Packet by happy blisse For him without him from its first self chang'd Which read she gave once more her hand to kisse And putting on her best looks to delight him She to a Royall banquet did invite him 151. Now they descended to the Pallace Hall Where hundred objects claim'd his doubtful eye Which though the least alone had fil'd it all Was famished amidst variety Now this he tasts then that he glances on Diversity confounds election 152. But gather up thy sense and fortifie Weaknesse in fractures strength in union lies Now youth the valour of thine Opticks try Here here an object comes that's worth all eyes But as who stares as SOL finds night at noon She having such bright ones make all else have none 153. ROSELLA the rare Princesse in quaint dressing Of Sea green Tabie whose wat'ring seem'd apace Like Waves to move with her the Lace expressing Silver Rocks enter'd with such winning grace As CYPRIA wore when of Troys royall Swain She worthily did Beauties prize obtain 154. Her Hair alas too cold a word Her Beames O'r-shaddowing her Robe with loose command Out-shin'd his rayes that gild the tottering streames Her bared Breasts appear'd Loves Scylla and Charibdis betwixt whom no eye might steer
th' Forest trembles when the Lions roar As Schoole-Boyes when his rod their Master shakes Such Palsie seiz'd the Court And horror more Than curiosity made all long to know Since the dread arm was up whose should be th'blow 223. But these are safe in their best sute of Male Their Innocence the Queen and hers are meant So meannesse oft times is the low shrubs baile When Cyclops sweat the lofty Cedars rent Now overhasty Prince who would not be Rather a Groom than Wife or Childe to thee 224. The King no sooner thought it than he sent To th'Ile a Confident a man whose will He knew was melted into his and bent To feast all 's humors were they good or ill He in Commission strong and 's trusty Band Soon left his own and gain'd th' Aeolian strand 225. What time the pale Moon peeping through a cloud The secrets of the sullen night behold He and his train through the Queens guard did croud With the Black Rod in 's hand which her he told The King had sent in token she must go With him the cause and end she soon should know 226. The patient Queen with humble grace repli'd And wills the King I soon my end should know I thank his Grace by making me his Bride He heav'd me to the high'st â—eat Earth can show And still he 's good since then this Earth hath none More rich in giving me a Heavenly Throne 227. To th' Princesse Lodgings next this Messenger Of Death made way where he did vertue see With valour sporting she with her brave Dear She the sweet burthen of the Gallants knee So Turtles bill so Kids upon the Plaine Their snowie limbes doe wantonly enchain 228. One of her hands that compact of firm snow And softer Ivory he glew'd to 's Lip Her other play'd with 's jetty Locks Doves so From twig to twig as her quick fingers trip From curl to curl do hasten but as they Are th' Fowlers so must these be Fortunes prey 229. Now blasts their ears the cruel Message sent From th' angry King now they O harshest Death From eithers sweet embracements must be rent This melts the Princesse's eyes th' affright her breath Stopt and she fainting catcht fast at her Dear As drowning men at any bough that 's near 230. Upon his Arm she her declining head Did rest whilst death in gliding sleeps disguize Crept softly o'r her silence fear bespred Her silver Lids as curtaines 'fore her eyes Wherein the Sun was set that her losse might Not give her fresh wounds by the bitter sight 231. Those Corrall twins her Lips which late I guest Bloud hardned into blushing stone turn'd clay Her Breath retired to perfume her Breast Her Roses and her Lillies droopinglay Her late swift Pulses slept and did constraine Their wanton dances in her Saphire veine 232. Th' uncivill Pursivant arm'd with the wreath Of his dread Master falleth foule upon The noble Youth nought threats he lesse than Death Than which the vigorous Law more harsh had none So Falstaffe triumph'd o'r Hotspur's stiffe clay But what cannot resist is Asses prey 233. The Gallant youth who in just ragee'r while Would such unmannerly soules kick from their slime Now seems no sense of injury to feel Because the Mans high trust secur'd his crime From privat chastisement words poiz'd should be Not by their own weight but the tongues degree 234. The Ladies that their due attendance paid To the sweet Princesse in the fright all shear Distracted thus few to their Mistris laid Their helping hands which they employ to tear Their hair now skar'd on end all their tongues thus Secure thy selfe by flight Lord ULORVS 235. As the last Trump shall at that great Assiise That Day of raising bones and quickning clay Rallie our scatter'd attomes and we'rise From out the mouldie Beds wherein we lay So at that Loved name ROSELLA broke The bars of drowzie Death and gently woke FINIS ELIZA The Author R. B. Gent. OVID. Huic labrr est placidam exorare Puellam LONDON Printed by W. H. for Tho Dringo 1650. Vpon the first sight of ELIZA Masked WHen her saint Metaphore Heavens radiant eye Puts his black Velvet Mask of darknesse by And freely shines those Statues of live Jet I' th' Eastern shores half pickled up in sweat Adore his Lustre but they never bow Whilst Clouds case up and night-cap his fair Brow So when mine eyes first reacht her she alas Was Mask'd and Ignorant I by did passe Without adoring when such Shrines as hers May make Saints croud to be Idolaters When Lady-like Loadstones in boxes cas'd I 've sometimes seen neer Iron wedges plac't The am'rous metall wav'd and still crept neer As if it knew its Love were shrined there I felt this sympathy and in my breast Like a stray Bird now fluttering near his Neast Or like the Needle my warm'd Heart did hover As who would say the North I do discover The Center cease then ' mongst the Rocks to steer Thy course but fix with presporous Omens here Now with devouter eyes I lookt agen But her black veil not drawn thus thought I then Thus Angels Pictures in the Sacred Quire Are veild to raise our adoration higher Still fair one for the common good thus shroud Your beames in waving curl or silken cloud Or you 'l scorch more than Phaeton with one Ray Whose shine might send the Cime'rans a Day Each Heart an Aetna evry man must turn A Salamander and even living burn Blind as wag Cupid your refulgency As it did his will strike each daring eye Myriads on each side as you walk must fall As spurious Eaglets 'fore your Emblem Sol. Thus you 'd with looks Philosophy controul And Fate and leave the world without a Soul Or prove which I confesse since I was hit This all hath but one soul and you are it On ELIZAVnmasked VVHen her bright eyes those ruling Starres which now Must guide my Fortune and mine Actions too Boasting a power 'bove Fate pleas'd to dispell Those silken mists and clouds which trembling fell Fore them as bowing to those Rayes Divine And whilst they did ecclipse adore their shrine Now darted she her beames through Beauties skies And kindled willing me her Sacrifice So Heaven its holy fier once did fling On its Elijab's piled offering Like it in pure and Turtle flames I burne Ne'r to be quencht till th' Pyle shall ashes turne Then like a coal in dust of Juniper Mine Heart shall glow a Martyr still to her Since then i 'm turn'd all heat had she not best Consult with coldnesse so to slake my breast No Fondling no then as the deeper well Makes fuell of the Ice my flame will swell Thou then the twang of whose Bow all commands Turn thy plum'd shafts to sacred fierbrands And make her Breast the Vestall Harth that she May sweetly burn in equall flames with me So Love's 'bove Nature this fire that sh'ant smother But both vie Ardour and maintaine each