Loving long free That so oft hath fettered me Say if she 's fretfull and I have bands Of Pearl and Gold to bind her hands Tell her if she strugle still â— have myrtel Rods at will â—or to tame though not to kill Take thou my blessing thus go And tell her this but do not so â—est a handsome anger sly â—ik a lightning from her eye And burn thee up as well as I. How Violets came blew LOve on a day wise Poets tell Some time I wrangling spent Whether the Violets should excel â—or she in sweetest scent But Venus having lost the day Poor girls she fell on you And beat ye so as some do say Her blows did make ye blew Counsel not to love HE that will not love must be My Schollar and learn this of me There be in love as many fears As the Summers corn hath ears Sighs and sobs and sorrows more Then the sand that makes the shore Freezing cold and fiery heats Fainting swoons and deadly sweats Now an ague then a fever Both tormenting Lovers ever Wouldst thou know besides all these How hard a woman t is to please How cross how sullen and how soon She shifts and changes like the Moon How false how hallow shee s in heart And how she is on her left part How high shee s priz'd and worth but small Little thou 't love or not at all On the Willow-tree THou art to all lost love the best The only true plant found Wherewith young men and maids distrest And left off love are crown'd When once the Lovers rose is dead Or laid aside forlorn Then willow-garlands about the head Bedeau'd with tears are worn When with neglect the Lovers bane Poor maids rewarded be For their love lost their onely gain Is but a wreath from thee And underneath thy cooling shade When weary of the light The love-spent youth and love-sick maid Come to weep out the night To his Mistris to command him any thing BId me to live and I will live thy servant for to be Or bid me love and I will give A loving heart to thee A heart as soft a heart as kinde A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou cast finde That heart I le give to thee Bid that heart stay and it will stay To honor thy decree Or bid it languish quite away And it shall do it for thee Bid me to weep and I will weep While I have eyes to see And having none yet I will keep A heart to weep for thee Bid me despair and I le despaire Under that Cyprus tree Or bid me die and I will dare Even death to die for thee Thou art my life my love my heart The very eyes of me And hast command of every part To live and die for thee A Hymne to Venus GOddess I do love a girl Ruby-lipt ' and tooth't like Pearl If so be I may but prove Lucky in this maid I love I will promise there shall be Myrtels offered up to thee The good night to the Bride BLessings in abundance come To the Bride and to her Groome May the Bed this short night Know the fulness of delight Pleasures may here attend you And ere long a boy Love send you Curld and comely and so trim Maids in time may ravish him Thus a dew of graces fall On you both Good-night to all The Willow-Garland A Willow-garland thou didst send Perfumed last day to me Which did but only this portend I was forsook by thee Since it is so I le tell thee what To morrow thou shalt see Me weare the Willow after that To dye upon the tree To a Teltale Thy glowing eares to hot contention bent Are not unlike red Herings broyl'd in Lent To Baull the Cryer In thy rude Parish as thou dost profess Thou 'rt like the Baptist in the wilderness Yet ere for conscience off thy head should go Tâ—ou wouldst not cry Oyes but roare out No On deaf Joan the Ale-wife the prates to others yet can nothing heare Just like a sounding jugg that wants an eare To Zounds the Swaggerer What dost thou mean to revel roare arâ— spend To drink and drabble and swear so wilâ— thou rend Thy way to Hell The Devil will spy day At a small hole and snach his Chuck away To the same What Gulf 's within thee that thou swallow'st so It is to drown all thirsts before thou go To that Infernall hat-house such a ground Of reasons deeper than I list to sound To his Mistris WHat conscience say is it in thee When I a heart had one To take away that heart from me And to retain thy ovvn For shame and pity now incline To play a loving part Either to send me kindly thine Or send me back my heart Covet not both for if thou dost Resolve to part vvith neither Why yet to shevv that thou art just Take me and mine together On Love I Held Loves head vvhile it did ake And so it chanced to be The cruel pain did him forsake And forthvvith came to me Ah me how shal my grief be still'd Or where else shal we find One like to me who must be kild For being too too kinde To his Mistris T is evening my sweet dark let us meet Long time we have been a trying And never as yet that season could get Wherein to have had an enjoying For pity or shame then let not loves flame Be ever and ever a spending Since now to the Port the path is but short And yet our way has no ending Time flies away fast our hours do waste The while we never remember How soon our life here grows old with thâ—â— yeerâ— That dies with the next December The Fairies IF ye will with Mab finde grace 〈◊〉 Set each platter in its place Rake the fire up and get Water in ere Sun be set Wash your pales and clense your Daries â—uts are loathsome to the Fairies Sweep your house who doth not so â—â—ab will pinch her by the toe Cherry-Pit IUlia and I did lately sit Playing for sport at Cherry-pit â—â—e threw I cast and having throwne â— got the pit and she the stone To Robbin Redbrest When I 'me led out for dead let thy last kindness be With leaves and moss-work for to cover me And while the wood-nimphs my cold corps inter Sing thou my Dirge sweet warbling Chorister For Epitaph in â—oliage next write this Here here the tomb of William Redley is His Vision to his Mistris I Dream'd we both were in a bed Of Roses almost smothered But then I heard thy sweet breath say Faults done by night will blush by day I kist thee panting and I call The night to record that was all But ah if empty dreams so please Love give me more such nights as these Charon and Philomel A Dialogue sung PHIL CHaron O gentle Charon let me woo thee By tears and pity now to come unto me Ch. What voice so sweet
charming do I hear Say â—hat thou art Ph. I prethe fiâ—st draw neer Ch. A sound I hear but nothing yet can see Speak where thou art Ph O Charon pity me I am a bird and though no name I tell My warbling note will say I 'm Philomel Ch. What 's that to me I love not â—ish or fowls Nor â—eaâ—ts fâ—nd bird but onely humane souls Ph. Alas for me Ch. Shame on thy witching note That made me thus hoyst saâ—l bring my boat But I le return what mischief brought me hither Ph. A deal of love much grief togâ—ther Ch. What 's thy request Ph. Thaâ— since she 's now beneath Who fed my life I 'le follow her in death Ch. And is that all I 'me gone Ph. By love I pray thee Ch. Talk not of love all pray but few souls pay me Ph. I le give the vows and tears Ch. Can tears pay scores For mending saâ—ls for patching boat and oars Ph. I 'le beg a peny or I 'le sing so long Till thou shalt say I 've paid thee with a song Ch. Why then begin and all the while we make Our sloathful passage on the Stigâ—an Lake Thou and I 'le sing to make these dull shades merry Who else with tears would doubtless drown my Ferry To his Mistris I could but see thee yesterday Sâ—ung by a fretful Bee And I the Iave in snatcht away And heal'd the wound in thee A thousand thorns and briars and stings I have in my poor brest Yet ne're can see that salve which brings My passions any rest â—s love shall help me I admire How thou canst sit and smile To see me bleed and not desire To stench the blood the while If thou compos'd of gentle would Art so unkind to me What dismal stories will be told Of Trose that cruel Bee To his Mistris on the Day-break By the next kindling of the day My Julia thou shalt see Ere I 've Mary thou canst say I le come and visit thee Yet ere thou counsellest with thy glass Appear thou to mine eyes As mooth an nak'â— as she that was The Prince of Paradise If blush thou must then blush thou through A lawn that thou maiest look As purest pearls and peebles do When peeping through a brook Stool-ball At Stool-ball Lucia let us play For sugar cakes and wine Or foâ— a Tansey let us pay The loss be thine or mine If thou my Dear a winner be At trundling of the Ball The wager thou shalâ— have and me And my mis-fortunes all But if my Sweetest I shall get Then I desire but this That likewise I may pay the bet And have for all a kis The May-pole The May-pole is up Now give me the cup I le drink to the Garlands around it But first unto those Whose hands did compose The glory of flowers that crown'd it A health to my Girls Whose husbands may Earls Or Lords be granting my wishes And when that ye wed To the Bridal bed Then multiply all like to fishes To his Mistris Thou saiest Thou lovest me I say no But would to Love I could believe 't was so Pardon my fear Sweeâ— I desire That thou bâ— righteous found and I the liar Charmes Bring the holy Crust of bread Lay it underneath the head T is a certain charm to keep Hogs away while children sleep Another Let the superstitious wife Neer the childs heart lay a knife Point bâ— up and hast he down While she gossips in the Town This `mongst other mistick Charms Kâ—eps the sleeping child from hâ—rms Another to bring in the Witch To house the hag you must do this Commix with meal a little piss Of him bewitched the forthwith make A little wafer or a Cake And this rawly â—ak`d will bring The old Hag in no surâ—r thing Another Charm for Stables Hang up hooks and sheers to scare Hence the hag that rides the Mare Till they be all over wet With the mire and the sweat This observ`d the Mains shall be Of your horses all knot free Upon Cupid Love like a beggar came to me With hose and dâ—blet torn His shirt bedangling from his knee With hat and shoes out-worn He askt an almes I gave him bread And meat too for his need Of which when he had fully fed He wish`t me all good speed Away he went but as he turnd In faith I know not how He touched me so as that I burn And am tormented now Loves silent flames and fires obscure Then crept into my heart And though I saw no bowe I me sure His finger was the dart A Vow to Venus HAppily I had sight Of my dearest Deer last night Make her this day smile on me And I le Roses give to thee Charms THis I le tel you by the way Maydens when ye Leavens lay Cross your Dough and your dispatch Will be better for your batch Another In the morning when you rise Wash your hands and clense your eyes Next be sure ye have a care For to throw the water far For as far as that doth light â—o far keeps the evil sp'rit Another If ye fear to be affrighted When ye are by chance benighted In your pocket for a trust Carry nothing but a crust For that holy piece of bread Charms the danger and the dread St. Distaffs day or the morrow after Twelf day PArtly work and partly play Ye must on St Distaffs-day From the Plow soon free your teame Then come home and fother them If the maids a spinning go Burn the Flax and fire the towe Scorch their Plackets but beware That ye singe no maiden-haire Bring in pales of water then Let the maids bewash the men Give St Distaff all the right Then bid Christmass-sport good-night And next morrow every one To his own Vocation On Poets These Darlings of free Nature want no vigour Of brain and therefore to grow richer liker Than weaker heads and might be blest with Angels For which the souldier fights and Lawyer wrangles Did not their lofty â—ancies 'bove the welkin Still sore whilst others are â—or Treasures dilving But fle my verse is foundr'd all this time I dreamâ—d on riches I but rav'd in â—ime Of Warr War 's like a curst wife whence a man may cull Some fruits of goodness though of mischief â—ull For those land-surfefs wanton peace both breed Warr by incision cures when Kingdoms bleed On Josephs Cloke The Snake his slough the Dove her plumes cast Whose innocence purdence hold we fast As Ioseph left his garment yet retain'd A jewel which once lost is ne're regain'd Thou stone-cold chastity far off doth flye And Lust assumes the Cloke of modesty DREAMS The first Dream WEnt I this Morn in cruel sport To fright the poor Hare from her fort Vp-rouze her from the solemn Cel With horrors of a Fun'ral-Knel Did Tyrant-I seek others prize My self now made the Sacrifice Fates you are equal and thou â—ove Like mercy I just Talio prove As meant to others
commenc't beyond their Crisscross-rowe Then hope poor heart and strongly that shee will At last imbrace thee for she hath the skill To school thee first with frowns that so her favor May when she smiles last with the greater savour Another Epigram To his Superlative Mistris COmpare the Bramble to the stately Pine The fruitles Thistle to the vertuous Vine Compare the Charcole to the snow-white Down The wreath of Rushes to th' Imperial crown Compare the Raven to the turtle Dove The Moors of India to the queen of Love Compare the Candle to the splendent Mooâ— The fogs of night to Phoebus eye at noon Compare the Kite to sweet-breath'd Philomel The Lerman Lake to th' Helliconian Well If these admit comparison then she That can admit of no equalitie May find a parallel but let some men Rack their dul brains to praise their Mistris when The utmost of their language they have spenâ— Let them sit down and sigh and be content Their Idols eyes to Sunbeams to compare Or by the rose her blased lips declare My Mistris must beyond their Saints survive In that unequald height Superlative Of one Mary Frail who lay with Mr. Reason MAry was long desirous for to marry And vow'd that past fifteen she would not tarry I am sure this vow of modesty did saile To quaver on her lips even in her song Or if one touch the Lute with art cunning Who would not love those hands for their swift running And her I like that with a majesty Folds up her arms and makes low courtesie To leave my self that am in love with all Som one of these might make the chasest fall If she be tall she 's like an Amazon And therefore fills the bed she lies upon If short she lies the rounder to say troth Both short long please me for I love both I think what one undeckt would be being drest Is she attired then shew her graces best A white wench thralls me so doth golden yellow And nut-brown girls in doing have no fellow If her white neck be shadowed with black hair Why so was Leda's yet was Leda fair Amber trest is she then on the morn think I My Love alludes to every History A yong wench pleaseth an old is â—ood This for her looks that for her wonâ—â—n-hood Nay what is she that any man loves But my ambitious ranging mind approves The new Petition APollo once disdained not to keep So he might keep his love Admetâ—â— sheep The distaff Hercules did excercise T' extract a smile from his deare Ladies eyeâ— Olympick Ioan disdained not to take A bulls effigies for Eutopus sake Achilles fitter far to deale with steel Did labour for his Mistress at the reel Love spar'd â—â—ander his pledg'd faith to save Died hugging in his armes the murdring wave Whil'st a new death his Heroe doth devise And drownd her selfe i th Ocean of her eyes By Pyramus the world did understand That love and life lay linked hand in hand When one was lost in This be the other flew Through the peire't portals of his wound yet new Which when his This be saw t is hard to say VVhose spirit posted fastest on the way Thus some dejection others did invade Great oposition and have willingly laid Their lives at needless hazzard some have died â—nd so have to the utmost satisfied â—hat tyrant love could force beyond this the great and true non ultra fixed is â—et happy this since whatsoe're they tried â— as on their Mistress part regratified â—â—h who would when he saw an equal flame â—f love in her he lov'd owe so much shame â—s to esteem his life if her least grief â—id but invite his blood for her reliefe â—ut this forenamed courteous Ghost can bear â—â—e witness I have shed full many a teare â—poke the best language Rhetorick affords â—â—mb'd out my heart even to the life in words Would what they did did like occasion proffer And till that do I can no more but offer And yet for all my sufferings she that is â—f I dare reach to call her so my bliss â—â—ights all my sorrows Oh weat eye could now Forbear to yeeld a tear when seeing how â— love I am neglected weep with me All you that read my wrongs so if you be Compationate perhaps your tears may move The frozen Mercy of my ice-white love Which if they do if you at any time Shall want a drop I 'le lend you some mine Methinks I see you weep dear Mistress thâ—â— Behold a Noble sea of pittying men Doth waft me to your favour it you daigâ—â— Yes now at last to ease me of my paine This glory shall unto your mercy rise That you haue wip't all tears from lovers eyâ— The Widdow Bride To the accomplish'd Lady of his thoughts Feeding I famish fired by the eye Which makes me dying live and living die FAire shall I name thee to express thy worth Nay thou hast something else to set theâ— forth Then thy externall beautie which no time Shall ere deface and that is truly thine Though outward white graâ—'d with an inward faire Vnite in one exceedeth all compare For what may glorious Saints whose divine feature Immortalis'd above an human Creature Appropriate unto themselves save this Though they 're invested with the roabe of bliss Pure is their Store the State of innocence Full be their Lamps of divine influence Complete 's their Aâ—mour and their order too Thus they attend the Lambe where ere he go And thou terrestriall Angel who canst give Though young example to the old to live Divines what thou shalt be for I do see All sacred Craces treasured in thee As in some curious artful Cabbinet Where Patience shines as a rich â—ewellet Set in a precious 〈◊〉 which may be best Allusion have to thy unspoted brest Where vertues have their Mansion should â— speak More freely of thy Merits I wil seek No modern Model to conform the State Of my affections or will imitate Any with affectation but that grace which thou reserves in action speech paâ—e Honor of ages what a Sympathie Of soul inthroning vertues works in thee To make thee more affected Where desire Of moderation tempers the heat of ire Content all self-repining and delight To see another prosper that base spite Which worldly Moles express from day to day In seeing others flourish more then they No thou art earthly Sainted canst taste What fruit's in Mundane pleasure being past When this same Circle of our humane bless Quite ran about shal end with wretchednes And is not this above th' conceit of man That thou the weaker Sex shold seem to span This abstract of thy life with such respect Unto thy soul form'd by that Architect Whose glory is thy aim Nay that thy prime Scarcely arriv'd at the freshness of her time Should so disvalue earth as to bestow Thy heart on heaven thy frayler part below Where life like to a shade whose vading
chast Vows Sigh 〈◊〉 made unspotted those Blest Hands the Alters â—either care Thus PHLIâ—IS breathâ—d O breath'd sounds were Seraphic Musick words ' be gone That poor Term Thus she seemd to own Hold Fondling don't expose abroad Such sweetness to â—h ' Ayrs common Road Bewise th' Harmonious touch o th' Sphears Not Musick is the Vulgar ears Repeat the Blisses to thine own Tell Venus or Loves-self alone And feed you Lickerish eares reviv'd Your dear Joyes Fancy makes new-liv'd Whilst Cupid scores up all each word Th' Hour Minute in 's chast Loves Record PHILLIS her Lute SIght Smelling Tasting Feeling all be gone And leave with me th' officious Eare alone Go Slumber or th`whole Covent loytrers play Thou only attend Souls Favourite this way Bless bless thy self and me till seem translaed To new divine Joyes by that Hand-Created List list with reverence devoutly O Hearken th` Orbs Minstrelsy`s sham`d here below While PHILLâ—S gives Life to her sencless Lute And warbling language to what late was mute Heark what delicious strains and Heavenlyrare Do as t wer sweeten and inrich the Ayr Phebean Haâ—â—s Great Master finds his skill Scornd by th Olimpicks and but slighted still When thou once playest all listening unto thee T`whom mean hands like to Winds rude blustrings be Or th' note of bubling Brooks All Musick is Untun'd harsh Discord and but noyse to This Away all dumpish cares all pulling sorrow You Cloud-drove fly my vvorld pack til the morrovv Let me forget I`m Earth or burdened am VVith dross of flesh but t` Elemental flame Seem rarifi`d turn`d Spirits air does shevv Poor languid dance my blood your veins oreflovv In gâ—ad tides vvhilst those highst Soul-faculties Frame all a Masque that Lute Soul-revels please O there`s a svveetly svveetly-solemn strain Has laid all in a slumbering trance again And charmdall to amazement view but round How strange a Metamorphosis there 's found Men stand by th' Walls and furnish out the Room Like Arras-pictures or as to some Tomb Belong`d for Monuments whilst only flyes A glimpse of Life or Twilight from their Eyes All`s turnd a Sepulcher so whist and dead A silence raigns the sweet death welcomed O let me thus expire and melt away To dissolution Nature that Debt pay of Vapour-breath that else a boyling Feaver Stone Poyson sturdy Cout or stab might sever Sweet killing PHILLIS thus the soul to stray To Heaven `twete t` have Heaven by the way Such death were but to live the Gasps to this Ore-ravishing Delights too powerful bliss And then I dye a Martyr by thy haâ—â— Though not in wrath but spight of countermand As fleeting souls last Farwell must kiss That beauteous Hand first Fool All 's spoild by this PHILLIS Hand and Glove FAir Phillis my ambitious Muse Through its aspiring zeal wâ—'d hoâ—se Rather to charm thy hand then Glovâ— Court that Diviner form my Lovâ— T'whom Snow with th' Alablaster mine Great Style of Whiteness only assign Where azure streams in purling measure Make Cupids Isles and Place of pleasure But this eclipses vails their light And pleads Commission for 't worse spight Whilst cas'd up beautcous they appear Like sacred Twin-like Relicks there Worth 'bove all Romes like cloysterd Nun Or silver Orb involved Moons Not nak'd to each unworthy eye Or the Suns bolder kisses lye Sight fit'st for King but then devest Break forth like Morns their dusky East When silk and gold as touch more fine Some Needle-Miracle design VVhere laid to th' eye small new Creation Birds Beasts so near inanimation So true that Natures self does start Halfe mothering that meer Child of Art Mock'd by this Landskip â—ye mistakes For her own work th' Hills Plants and Lakes Sweet'st Recluse-payr you meanlyer-chòice Beauties triumph it now rejoyce Let coorser Hands now boldly shew Seek t' enamour with worse Snow Your Gloves kind pardon if I seem Transported here with what 's their Gem Chief Riches Glory wherefore spight Should not ore-long debar my sight Since I love these too even in this Fine Pâ—ittyest winning beauty is Both as it self and as ' â—is thine So dainty-shap'd Symmetrick fine Pure-white withal that iâ— might stand A rude-drawn Picture to that hand VVherein methinks breath highest sweets VVhose sublimation Iuno fits This Pattern seems for the best of gloves As that for hands like th' Queen of Leves O Cupid wouldst ordain that I Under that form might hug so nigh That loved Hand miraculous feat But ah I fear my Youthful Heat Sighs soft-breath'd whispers joyful Dance o th' panting-Heart then colder Trance With fervent raven us kisses soon Would blab the Cozenage all undone W en I 'm cashir'd eternally Whereas that Favourit-Glove laid by Recloaths that Beauty exalted is To its late Paradisiah Bliss His third Dream of FILLIS Evening Walk and Voice FIllis and I O fondly'st-kind Indulgent Stars thus still you bind Fillis and I in Evening fair Stole forth to take the Garden-air That sweet'st and mildest age of Day When Sun does sprinkle a kinder Ray Nor begets head-ach whilst Goodnight Sends from Far-West with drowsie light The Morn That plac'd like pauses sweet Tween th' Aguish fits of Cold and Heat Those harmless Gales were only straying Which dance the leaves with nicer playing Nor whisper whilst with kind of bliss Mays Flowry beauteous strangers kiss In sign of welcom toyling oft With Fillis Curles when us'd methought Reverence too least through its sin One curle disturb'd or spoyld had been Th' Ayrs Concave still'd to quiet rest Like Fillis gentle Maiden-brest Who mask'd and vailâ—d that else had soon Traversâ—d a gloomy Thick design'd With Love-maze Laborynth where inshrin'd Th' Worlds beauty appeard t was ambushplot To bear the Nightingales small throat Highâ—st strong'd to boot that prais to be The Shades prime Songster harmony With rest o th Noise who begun As if toth' then departing Sun Would chirp a merry shril Goodnight And so long sing as he gave Light Which heard the fine mirth jollity To smiling pleasure by and by Fillis puts in toth'warbling quire Fair Goddess lo which seemd t' inspire Those little creatures with their skill Who now chant Anthems t' her praise still The ruder Place seem'd Chaos-wise Turnd to a new drest Paradice Earth-Heaven so well that face and tongue Might to sweet Cherubins belong Gods wrapt with joy o th' creation T' affairs divine held strait Vacation Breaking Heavens Parliament asunder To see to hear this Mortal wonder The air trac'd in measures while cros-armd Some sate inamourd shewing Love-charmd Consulting all her soon translation From this base earth to th' starry station As their Quires Mistris while She-powrs Or praisâ—d or envi'd from their Towrs Wood-satyres skipping wildly round This masque at least my Fancy found Lo th'All of Rapture sweets how high Best Joyes the ears capacity Could reach to onely those above The dear Soul-melting Sounds of Love Her Lute was rare though dead the sound This living therefore rarer erownd That was