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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A34824	The mistresse, or, Several copies of love-verses written by Mr. A. Cowley, in his youth, and now since his death thought fit to be published.	Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.	1667 (1667)	Wing C6675; ESTC R21532	35,209	128

may give their Altars o're They 'l smoak but seldome any more If none but Happy Men must them adore 2. The Lightning which tall Oakes oppose in vain To strike sometimes does not disdain The humble Furzes of the Plain She being so high and I so low Her power by this doth greater show Who at such distance gives so sure a blow 3. Compar'd with her all things so worthlesse prove That nought on earth can towards her move Till 't be exalted by her Love Equall to her alas ther 's none She like a Deity is growne That must Create or else must be alone 4. If there be man who thinks himselfe so high As to pretend aequality He deserves her lesse then I For he would cheat for his reliefe And one would give with lesser grief To an undeserving Beggar then a Thiefe Against Fruition NO thour' t a fool I 'le swear if ere thou grant Much of my Veneration thou must want Whence once thy kindnesse puts my Ignorance out For a learn'd Age is alwaies least devout Keep still thy distance for at once to me Goddesse and Woman too thou canst not be Thour't Queen of all that sees thee and as such Must neither Tyrannize nor yeeld to much Such freedome give as may admit command But keep the Forts and Magazines in thine hand Thour' t yet a whole world to me and dost fill My large ambition but 't is dang'rous still Lest I like the Pellaean Prince should be And weep for other worlds hav'ng conquerd thee When Love has taken all thou hast away His strength by too much riches will decay Thou in my fancy dost much higher stand Then Women can be plac'd by Natures hand And I must needs I 'me sure a loser be To change Thee as Thour' t there for very Thee Thy sweetnesse is so much within me plac'd That shouldst thou Nectar give 't would spoile the tast Beauty at first moves wonder and delight 'T is Natures Jugling trick to cheat the sight Wee'admire it whilst unknown but after more Admire our selves for liking it before Love like a greedy Hawke if we give way Does over-gorge himselfe with his own Prey Of very hopes a surfeit he 'le sustain Unlesse by fears he cast them up again His spirit and sweetnesse dangers keep alone If once he lose his sting he growes a Drone Love undiscovered 1. I Others may with safety tell The moderate Flames which in them dwell And either find some Med'cin there Or cure themselves even by Despair My Love 's so great that it might prove Dangerous to tell her that I Love So tender is my wound it must not bear Any salute though of the kindest aire 2. I would not have her know the pain The Torments for her I sustain Lest too much goodnesse make her throw Her Love upon a Fate too Iow Forbid it Heaven my Life should be Weigh'd with her least Conveniencie No let me perish rather with my grief Then to her disadvantage find reliefe 3. Yet when I dye my last breath shall Grow bold and plainly tell her all Like covetous men who nere discry Their deare hid Treasures till they dye Ah fairest Mayd how should it chear My Ghost to get from Thee a Tear But take heed for if me thou Pittiest then Twenty to one but I shall live again The given Heart 1. I Wonder what those Lovers mean who say They have given their Hearts away Some good kind Lover tell me how For mine is but a Torment to me now 2. If so it be one place both hearts contain For what do they complain What courtesie can Love do more Then joyne Hearts that parted were before 3. Woe to her stubborn Heart if once mine come Into the selfe same roome 'T will tear and blow up all within Like a Granado shot into a Magazin 4. Then shall Love keep the ashes and torn parts Of both our broken Hearts Shall out of both one new one make From hers th' Allay from mine the Mettall take 5. For of her heart he from the Flames will find But little left behind Mine only will remain entire No drosse was there to perish in the Fire The Prophet 1. TEach me to Love go teach thy selfe more witt I chief Professour am of it Teach craft to Scots and thrift to Jews Teach boldnesse to the Stews In Tyrants Courts teach supple flattery Teach Sophisters and Jesuites to lye Teach fire to burn and winds to blow Teach restlesse fountains how to flow Teach the dull earth fixt to abide Teach Women kind Inconstancy and Pride See if your diligence here will usefull prove But neither teach not me to Love 2. The God of Love if such a thing there be May learn to love from Mee He who does boast that he has bin In every Heart since Adams sinne I 'le lay my Life my Mrs. on 't that 's more I le teach him things he never knew before I le teach him a Receipt to make Tears which shall understand and speak I le teach him Sighes like those in Death At which the Soule goes out too with the breath Still the Soule stayes yet still does from me runne As light and heat does with the Sun 3. 'T is I who Loves Columbus am t is I Who must new Worlds in it descry Rich Worlds that yield of Treasure more Than all that has been known before And yet like his I fear my Fate must be To find them out for others not for Me. Mee'times to come I know it shall Loves last and greatest Prophet call But ah what 's this if she refuse To hear the wholesome Doctrines of my Muse If to my share the Prophets Fate must come Hereafter Fame here Martyrdome The Resolution 1. THe Devill take those foolish men Who gave you first such powers Wee stood on even grounds till then If any odds Creation made it ours 2. For shame let these weak chaines be broke Lets our slight bonds like Sampson tear And nobly cast away that yoake Which we nor our Forefathers ere could bear 3. French Lawes forbid the female Reign Yet Love does them to slavery draw Alas if wee 'le our rights maintain T is all Mankind must make a Salique Law Called Inconstant 1. HA ha you think y'have killd my fame By this not understood yet common Name A Name that 's full and proper when assigned To Womankind But when you call us so It can at best but for a Metaphor go 2. Can you the shore Inconstant call Which still as Waves passe by embraces all That had as leife the same waves alwaies love Did they not from him move Or can you faults with Pilots finde For changing course yet never blame the wind 3. Since drunk with vanity you fell The things turne round to you that stedfast dwell And you your selfe who from us take your flight Wonder to find us out of sight So the same errour ceazes you As men in motion think the Trees move too The

happy call Till the cleft Foot discovers all Then they start from 't halfe Ghosts themselves with fear And Devill as 't is it does appear So since against my will I found Thee foul Deform'd and crooked in thy Soule My Reason strait did to my Senses shew That they might be mistaken too Nay when the world but knowes how false you are There 's not a man will think you fair Thy shape will monstrous in their fancies be They 'l call their Eyes as false as Thee Be what thou wilt hate will present thee so As Puritans do the Pope and Papists Luther do Platonick love 1. INdeed I must confesse When Souls mix 't is an happinesse But not compleat till Bodies too do joyne And both our Wholes into one Whole combine But halfe of Heaven the Soules in glory tast 'Till by Love in Heaven at last Their Bodies too are plac't 2. In thy immortall part Man as well as I thou art But something 't is that differs Thee and Me And we must one even in that difference be I Thee both as a man and woman prize For a perfect Love implies Love in all Capacities 3. Can that for true love passe When a faire woman courts her glass Something unlike must in Loves likenesse be His wonder is one and Variety For he whose soule nought but a Soule can move Does a new Narcissus prove And his own Image love 4. That soules do beauty know 'T is to the Bodies help they owe If when they ow't they strait abuse that trust And shut the Body from 't 't is as unjust As if I brought my dearest friend to see My Mistresse and at th' instant He Should steal her quite from Me. The Change 1. Love in her sunny Eyes does basking play Love walks the pleasant Mazes of her Haire Love does on both her Lips for ever stray And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there In all her outward parts Lov 's alwaies seen But oh He never went within 2. Within Loves foes his greatest foes abide Malice Inconstancy and Pride So the Earths face Trees Herbs and Flowers do dresse With other beauties numberlesse But at the Center Darknesse is and Hell There wicked Spirits and there the Damned dwell 3. With me alas quite contrary it fares Darknesse and Death lies in my weeping eyes Despair and Palenesse in my face appears And Grief and Fear Loves greatest enemies But like the Persian Tyrant Love within Keeps his proud Court and ne're is seeen 4. Oh take my Heart and by what means you 'l prove Within too stor'd enough of Love Give me but Yours I 'le by that change so thrive That Love in all my parts shall live So powerfull is this Change it render can My outside Woman and your inside Man Clad all in White 1. FAirest thing that shines below Why in this robe dost thou appear Wouldst thou a white most perfect show Thou must at all no garment wear Thou wilt seem much whiter so Then Winter when 't is clad with Snow 2. 'T is not the Linnen shewes so faire Her skinne shines through and makes it bright So Clouds themselves like Suns appear When the Sun pierces them with Light So Lillies in a glass inclose The Glasse will seem as white as those 3. Thou now one heap of beauty art Nought outwards or within is foule Condensed beams make every part Thy Body 's cloathed like thy Soule Thy soule which does it selfe display Like a starre plac'd i' th the Milky way 4. Such robes the Saints departed wear Wooven all with Light divine Such their exalted Bodies are And with such full glory shine But oh they ' tend not mortalls pain Men pray I fear to both in vaine 5. Yet seeing thee so gently pure My hopes will needs continue still Thou wouldst not take this garment sure When thou hadst an intent to kill Of Peace and yeelding who would doubt When the White Flags he sees hung out Leaving Me and then loving many SO Men who once have cast the truth away Forsook by God do strange wild lusts obey So the vain Gentiles when they left t' adore One Deity could not stop at thousands more Their zeal was sencelesse straight and boundlesse grown They worshipt many a Beast and many a Stone Ah faire Apostate couldst thou think to flee From Truth and Goodnesse yet keep Unity I reign'd alone and my blest Selfe could call The Universall Monarch of her All. Mine mine her fair East-Indies were above Where those Suns rise that chear the world of Love Where Beauties shine like gems of richest price Where Corall grows and every breath is spice Mine too her rich West-Indies were below Where Mines of gold and treasures grow But as when the Pellaean Conqueror di'd Many small Princes did his Crown divide So since my Love has vanquisht world forsook Murther'd by poisons from her falshoods took An hundred petty Kings claim each their part And rend that glorious Empire of her Heart My Heart discovered HEr body is so gently bright Clear and transparent to the sight Clear as fair Christall to the view Yet soft as that ere Stone it grew That through her flesh me thinks is seen The brightest Soule that dwels within Our eyes through th' radiant covering passe And see that Lilly through its Glasse I through her Breast her Heart espy As Soules in hearts do Soules descry I see 't with gentle Motions beat I see light in 't but find no heat Within like Angels in the sky A thousand gilded thoughts do fly Thoughts of bright and noblest kind Fair and chast as Mother Minde But oh what other heart is there Which sighs and crouds to hers so neer 'T is all on flame and does like fire To that as to it's Heaven aspire The wounds are many in 't and deep Still does it bleed and still does weep Whose ever wretched Heart it be I cannot chuse but grieve to see What pitty in my Breast does raigne Me thinks I feel all its pain So torn and so defac'd it lies That it could neera be known by th' eyes But Oh at last I heard it groan And knew by th'Voice that t' was mine owne So poor Alcione when she saw A shipwrackt body to'wards her draw Beat by the waves let fall a Tear Which only then did Pitty wear But when the Corps on shore were cast Which she her husband found at last What should the wretched widow do Grief chang'd her strait away she flew Turn'd to a Bird and so at last shall I Both from my Murther'd Heart and Murth'rer fly Answer to the Platonicks SO Angels love so let them for me When I 'me all Soule such shall my Love too be Who nothing here but like a Sp'rit would do In a short time beleeve'twill be one too But'shal our Love do what in Beasts we see Even Beasts eat too but not so wel as We. And you as justly might in thirst refuse The use of Wine because Beasts Water