only shrine to beeâ— And where will vertue choose to ly If not in such a treasury 4. Stay o stay where vertue hath A lodge sure there must harbour faith Have not womens teares and sights Strucke pity into deâ—ties Hard-harted shepheard in her passion How can deceit become a fashion 5. Stay o stay wouldst thou live free Then seek a nuptiall destiny 'T is not natures blisse alone Shee gives but heav'ns and that in one What shee shall or doe or say Never from truth shall go astray 6. Stay o stay let not thy heart Afflicted bee unlesse to part Soone from her Sport kisse and play Whilst no hours enrich the day And if thou doest a cuckold prove Impute it to thy want of love To Coelia a Sonnet MVst hee enjoy loves divine happinesse whose foe hee is Who ne're could entertaine within 's desire A single fire On whose pale heart a flame receives That burning straight its beeing leaves 2. Loves favorites take heat that will indure Constant and pure 'T will make their ashes lying in the urne To fire returne And when they 're in Elysium It in their soules will have a roome 3. Thy eyes faire Coelia sent to mee a heate shall ne're retreate But whilst I live when most it doth expire It shall burne higher And such a charge I 'll to it give That though I dye it still shall live A Sonnet VVOund not so deepe unlesse you will Send mee a balme to cure the ill Or breath your scorne that I may dy And rid mee of my misery T is better to endure that Then live for nought but shooting at 2. I 'll not repeate your being faire The envy of Cynthia shewes you are Nor can my heart proclaime you lesse If bleeding wounds the truth expresse Yet think I doe not Gods would let Nature the greater honour get 3. The soul 's the purer of the two Then how pure must it bee in you To keepe it so sin not 't will bee Held then in th' inferioritie â—st not a sin to tyrannize Then doe not use it and bee wise 4. That blush will weare because 't is given By earths grand artist not by heaven Nor is that gracefull stampe of white Of more endurance Your delight Nature stiles equall to ours then Since you are lov'd faith love again An Application of a French Sonnet THe prety birds chirpt in a wood Whose savage notes to heare I stood O how I did admire the spring That such felicitie did bring 2. My very soule is charm'd to see How blest they live who shepheards bee True love here alwayes harbour hath Diana's chastnesse treads this path 3. O that I had a flocke it nere Gives an encrease to griefe or carae Happily doe they live who keepe Such innocents as silly sheepe 4. All Flora's Darlings deck each gowne That Ceres has in every Downe False womens smoothed perjurie Brings never here a miserie To my selfe on Coelia a Sonnet 1. BAcke fond lover court againe And doe not staine Divinenesse so saying it can be Blacke cruelty Though the same may cloude his sight Must his flower despaire of light 2. Once more let her see thy heart And never part Vntill the doome of life or death Falls from her breath Fatally shee may begin Boreas ushers Zephyr in 3. Say shee frownes bid her frowne still They never kill 'T is policie that makes her prove To night a love The brightest starres presage a frost Thinke her Eclips inspires hope most 4. The Phoenix ne're did basely burne That from her urne Should an ignobler spring then boast Shee loves thee most Since that Urania gives all blisse Thou shalt from Coelia have no lesse A Sonnet on Coelia SToope Phoebus here 's one her right claimes Which is the place wherein thy beames Stemme themselves Shee gives mans sight Object with a diviner light 2. The Marygold that hath made thee Heretofore her deity When shee viewes th'lustre of my love Will onely to her votresse prove 3. To Venus beauty all its pure Essence did sacrifice but sure Some want onnesse hath made heaven chase Her out and set Coelia in her place Another A Starre descended from above Vpon a sudden towards my love And at her sight amaz'd it was In feare it had forgot its place For which lest shee should angry be It left its flame and straight did dye A Sonnet O Give me leave to gaze a while Vpon that life-redeeming smile Which in my love appeares Base griefe I now defie thy charmes Tending to nought but lovers harmes By causing jealous feares 2. Did not great Cupids seeing his dart Keepe such possession in my heart Thinking to pitty mee Cause by his powre this hope to give That I shall ne're hereafter live In lesse felicitie 3. Bring that to passe and then I will With daily sacrifices fill Thy lappe O how they erre Who tell the world pitty doth flye Thee as an utter enemy And crueltie's thy sphere To my selfe on her Sonnet 1. VIew both the Lilly and the Rose View both the blushing Pinke and those Which Flora holds most deare yet see Thy Coelia in her cheekes more bee 2. View all the beauty that the love Of Phoebus calls hers and 't will prove But meane where Coelia does appeare Who will not say shee heaven does beare 3. View Venus whose pure red and white The Gods doe make their sole delight View all that 's in th' Elysium fields All this and more thy Coelia yeilds 4. And will not this beget a flame Within thy brest will not this tame Thy cruell thoughts of women fie Sh' has wounded thee wil't scorne and dye 5. No I no more will entertaine Such foes to blisses whose every staine Makes my soule perish I 'll goe and say I am thy Captive Coelia A Sonnet in the praise of Musicke BLesse * See the 9. Poem Buvetia blesse the ayre Breath but once and 't is enough For to recreate us here Making us diviner prove 2. Breath my death For in thy doome Though so sterne a fate may lye Who would not goe seeke a tombe If thy voyce pronounces dye 3. Yet divinenesse gives the best And thou art no other sure O then send me happy rest Ending what I now endure 4. Knewst thou what it is to bee Harb ' rour of so deepe a wound As I have receiv'd from thee Then how sweetly love would sound 5. Deare let mee that sweetnesse have Name but love and it will breed Such a charme 't will make thee leave Naming love and love indeed EPIGRAMMES To Dr. Gill. Thou seest my booke but thou wilt finde the wit To bee as hard as good men are to get To Caelia Thou sayst thou lik'st my verse and I like thee Give me but that thou shalt have poetry On Momus Momus can call another foole but hee Could never make his braine and wit agree On Zoilus Zoilus would faine carpe but that hee feears 'T will jeer himselfe because hee 's carpt
notes to thy welcome in The flowres begin to court thee that they may Have both a god and goddesse to obey But * A lovers jealousie euâ—ningly exprest gentle sweet tell them thy Juliet has Worth that does all their goddesses surpasse Parts to be gain'd that doe deserve a throne Of happinesse such as the gods sit on I will maintaine it since I merited To bee one worth thy love remembred Curst be that Tybalt that young Phaeton Whom valour had bestow'd her reines upon That he must needs strive thy world for to burne And find by thee preferment for the urne That Mantua and not these armes must have The happinesse thy body to receive How long of Romeo must I dreame and when I thinke I have thee catch the ayre againe Once thou vow'dst by thy selfe which I did take To be a greater then thou e're couldst make By heaven its selfe to that thy vow did tend As in it thou thy love didst then commend Yet keepe it as thou wilt all Iuliets cry Will be with Romeo to live and dye LOVES LOOKING-GLASSE Romeo to Iuliet THe greet thou sent'st no more belongs to mee Then when I am sweetly embrac't by thee Onely to that place is ascrib'd all blisse Where Romeo with his faire Iuliet is Mantua's nothing but a cage of woe Where thou art not all countryes will prove so Where is it that the world forgets not day When once it viewes my Iuliet is away The brighter Cynthia does enlarge her dresse That she might offer thee a sacrifice Worthy thy faire acceptance The infant lights Forsake our clouds for to bedeck thy nights Thy memorie should before this complaine That it does one of such poore worth containe Justice should blame thy fancies ' cause they bee Drawne on no other object saving mee My riches are all dig'd from Sorrowes mine Onely some favours that I keepe of thine There thou hast stockt me well then why doe I Make my selfe of so little valew bee One glance of thine is able to create A man an Angell or of purer state How many crownes stemm'd with that influence Had I the night before I went from thence I now give credit to thy words which treat Of my being in divinest parts so great But Iuliet if in this esteeme I live How must thou shine that did'st all to me give And yet thy love has made me raise my pride So high that all but thee I have deny'd There 's none does merit now thou 'st shin'd on mee My giving love to her but onely thee And since 't is so since thou hast made me prove Above the merit of all but thy love Let it be thus my Iuliet let me have The blisse of being thy Romeo to my grave What is it to be banisht from my earth When Iuliet to my comfort gives a birth When Iuliet gives me an Ironick nay Blushing intreaties for to kisse and play Let Tibalt dye and Romeo be sent As a just doome away to banishment What is it to observe so heavy a doome When I may call my Iuliet my home For Iuliet's smile who would not undergoe The clumsey looke of any Prince or moe Say Iuliet that she loves all this distresse T will transmigrate into a happinesse Yet when I name thy cousin griefe does view Some blood of thine in him and that will sue To have a tributary brine The muse That sings his death may out of th' Laurel chuse As faire a branch as any It is thee When hee sings him shall blesse his poetry The Destinies grew proud when as they had Got so much Iuliet within their shade And had he thought how much the world he blest His sword would have enjoy'd a happy rest Had he but harp'd of being thy kinsman borne This fire would ne're have giv'n his ash the urne Verona I must leave law will not let Me of my sweet enjoying Iuliet The blest infusion I did take from thee Makes all the birds strive which should welcome me With the best notes esteeming Romeo The god they ought to sacrifice unto The flowers doe court me thinking that I am A priest that from their Flora lately came To give them some rich nature Here the Rose Bids the winde kisse her leaves straight she stroweâ— Them for my foot-step th' Lilly offers up The richest of her beauty in a cup. All this I had by th' pledge of thy deare love Which for to gaine a second time I 'll prove A desperate Leauder Breake through Seas So with my Hero I may take my ease Let Neptune rage and throw his curles about Dart ruine at me yet I will get out And when I am at Hero's Sestian rowre Laugh at the poorenesse of the Sea-gods powre Let the poore Spider envy lay her snare All is too weake if Iuliets love bids teare I 'le prove the Swallow and undoe againe What to make perfect cost her so much paine And fly into thy lap my wisht-for nest If thou 'lt give leave that in it I may rest Did the devouring gulphs betwixt us lye Them would I venture Iuliet for to see Let Death gape for to catch me as I come Yet I 'll not turne before I see thy home And let not feare wither that rosie bed Upon thy checkes nor make the Lilly dead Know I am Romeo still know I am he VVho vow'd what never shall be broke to thee My selfe shall be my self who dutes who will Forsake life for to runne to deadly ill VVhen I name Iuliet and voyce shee is mine 〈◊〉 make a boast I equall powres divine â—'m banisht faire Verona and will be Banisht life yet never untrue to thee The Argument of Lisanders and Calistas LIsander in a fight was so wounded that hee could not hold his sword and so let it fall Cleander Calistas husband Lisanders Mrs. was killd with it which made him to bee tainted with the murther Berontus Cleanders brother knowing of the love betweene these two layd Calista in prison as a cause thereof but Lisander was out of the way In this distresse shee writes to him fearing his having done it and desiring to know the certainty Loves LOOKING GLASSE Calista to Lisander Imprisoned both in body and in minde Calista sends some comfort for to finde Of thee Lisander that with ioy shee may Swan it out bravely at her dying day Would certainty informe thou wert not hee Whose fatall hand enriched destiny With my lov'd Lord Cleander or would death When hee uncaves my soule dip every breath And memory that has it in his lake His sacrifice I here my selfe would make I honour sonnes to valour Though it bee But counterfeit yet it showes well in thee From them whose tongues would favour no report My eares have cane thy merit all the court Makes their sole eloquence Lisander's name Striving whose wit should blesse the wing of fame Worth never was ador'd with such a zeale As is Lisanders All things learne to tell Vs the glad
Lavish to any in such gifts but mee Let it suffice that the bright sun and morne Shines ' ore them teach them not the south to scorne But let mee have 't twill make me immortall grow Thy light thy sweets if thou canst stoope so low To Doctor Gill on calling mee his friend T is to thee Gill I send and though my verse Has not a Gemme fit for Gustavus hearse Yet I can deck a Phillis and it is That sure which made mee gaine the happinesse Of thy rich Friend-ship Mars did daigne to stile Each light a blisse that came from Venus smile Nor can I read that hee thought Lemniack Arms More worthy of him then the Paphian Charmes Let it not then beget a blush in thee That this thy warlike fancie chose out mee Thou ador'st Mars and I the Queene of love To imitate him thou my Friend shouldst prove A Pastorall Poem SHine faire Clorinda let thy Silvius see No more Eclipses but of miserie Shoote forth thy beams that the proud boasting day May then confesse her every borrowed ray Let not the Easterne King forsake thy sight For he will surely yield thou gavest him light Why should that face bee subject to a cloud Which beauty ever yet hath made its shroud Did nature take such paines was all this done To bee a prey to base oblivion Here is my verse and though it treats of thee The onely erectresse of this war in mee Yet rather then it should have such a doome My fancie and my selfe should have a tombe An Architect has never a desire To see his worke as soone as done expire Shee is the chiefest and thy selfe doth prove How much she is with a blest fame in love Thou once could'st wound and canst thou not again Appeare as glorious as th' appear'dst then Thou first do'est captive but the second time Thou 'lt mount my fate unto its wisht for clime That is when th' holy Rhetoricke of thine eye Fathom'd showes thou wilt my Clorinda be To Coelia on tendring her trosses THe ordour of these is beneath That which comes from your heavenly breath Then not as adders take and prize But as to your breath a sacrifice To my worthy Master Mr. Webbe Master in Musicke and the Kings servant c. Sir THough my iuyce runs not within a lake Which from an Orphens may some blessings take Though my reed has had the hard fate to play Dissonant to you yet my Coelias Ray Has made mee so much happy as to bee A harbourer of you in my Poetry All I entreat is that you would but please To give these warbles of their blushes ease My pipe is yet a virgin and the feare Of a presumption makes the redds appeare So much within its notes say you t is well And that 's enough the crimson to expell On my doubting Coelia had bin dead YEt I 'le not say death has her lest that day Crave an entombing with her and night sway The scepter in Elysiums floare then would Th'earth-nourishing eye a darker empire hold Death would proclaime it only that he might Graspe in his earthly armes dame natures light But if 't be so give the birds leave to have The happinesse of chirping her to grave And not the dull note of one * The country bell bell let then The flowers that liv'd by her so dye that when They yield their sweets and colours all may know They give her hearse but what they to her ow. I have a debt to pay her for a flame Which from her eyes unto my poore brest came Yet t is not so would heav'n give leave to death In such a one to make his dart a sheath Would they let such a one bee vermins foode Whose beauty sweetnes and whose all o're good They kept so for their palace if 't bee so Some gentle fame give mee the blisse to know I come my Coelia death being blest with thee Where can I have but there felicitie On the death of that beauteous virgin Mistris Eliz Farmerie daughter to the right Worshipfull my most honoured friend John Farmerie Dr. in Law Chancellour of Lincolne c. T Is not enough to weepe for if it were Nature would bee dissolved into a teare Fancy would glory if that it could bring Pure Helicon to bee a briny spring Perhaps deare beauty thou didst only come To teach how we should know Elysium T is our parts then to ioy not weep that we Had the blest sight of such felicitie Heaven will not be lesse glorious and to grieve For thy departure hence a cause may give Of kindling wrath in it because we goe For thy being theirs the Pilgrimage of woe We saw the Sun the moone the Stats when life Was pleasd to name thy divine selfe it's wife We saw thy eyes too in whose every glance A greater lustre then theirs seemd to dance Beauty wee see which once Apelles drew But never such as did appeare in you We smelt Arabia yet far beneath Was it in our thoughts thy celestiall breath Wee perus'd vertues actions but by thee Wee thought her exceld in divinity In brightnes beauty sweetnesse vertue all Might thee their only great example call Is it prophane to sorrow for thee How Will that sin fill the world when as they know That thou art gone though wee joy for their blisse Wee must needs sigh when wee knew what it is That is fled from us Ti 's the sweetest faire Death gave heaven light while we here darkned are And then my candle went out On the death of my most honoured vncle William Prujean Doctor in Phisicke c. THus does our blisse decline thus does deaths shade Mufle the lustre of each Thespian maide Thus does Apollo lose his radiant dresse Thus Aesculapii loose their happinesse In thy blest ash what does not buryed ly That may give gods and men felicity Why are you tardy when you should appeare And teach mee how to bleede a worthy teare Or make sweete Ovid burst out of his cell To bring your griefe to fame me thinks they tell Mee that thou art not dead proud destiny Has but thy shroude of flesh not memorie T' is only wee that lose-thee now th' art gone From us the glory comes to them alone But since thy merits so celestiall were They might have made thy nature a blest Starre For what thou had'st was counted so divine That it could nee're in too much glory shine Yet while my verse has life nothing shall bee That 's thine a slave to more obscurity On my hearing that Coelia was dead VVHat is shee dead 1'st not enough to bee A slave to love but must such misery Claime my tears too helpe me yee Nymphs to make My taske an end If your cleere crystall lake Meets but my streame I may perhaps compose A sacrifice most fitting for my woes But durst fate seise upon thee could he tell Thy heavenly body from thy soule so well Did it excell earths guilder did