minute is â—n Age to one whose Love in all transcends comparison How is his heart afflicted with the shape of jealous fears when they commit a Rape Upon his Reason and what he admir'd he now suspects his faith almost expir'd Thinks on his former and his present State examines to his own by others Fate Concludes his Mistresse glorious then dispairs with th' thought of his own Indigence and in 's Prayers He weeps to think that other men may be deserving of her favours more then he Minuts produce this what will hours do then and days and weeks oh call that back again That cruell imposition and set free my exil'd Heart 't is ancient liberty And I 'le confess to me thou life do'st give since without thee it is a death to live To Time THou that ev'n from thy infancy natures Surveyour hast been And with a curious searching eye her choicest wares hast seen As she to a perfection grew in strength and skill to frame Thou did'st encrease in judgement to commend her works to fame Tell me for thy Propriety is to discover Truth And not by subtile Sophistry to paint or blemish Youth Did ever Greece or Rome afford a Mistress like to mine Whose breath is Balm whose ev'ry Word 's a Mistery Divine And if the Ages past did ne'r produce her like then we May with the self-same safety swear Her like shall never be A Dialogue between Nature and Art Nature COntend with me Art th' art too bold Am I not Empresse of this Mould The Rose from me its Red receives The Lilly whitenesse Trees their Leaves Am I not Former of all things Who give both birth and life to Kings Art The former true I were to blame Not to confefs't but know I am Reformer and that bears a Name As large in the expanse of Fame What thou in framing Careless wert Is both suppli'd and helpt by Art The Tawny are made fair by me The crooked Streight as Cedar-tree The Pale Cheeks I suppli'd with Red To which thy Rose doth look as dead And not a Creature comes from thee But I can draw more Buxomly Nature By this thou shew'st thou ha'st the fame To imitate but not to frame Canst thou unto the Rose give sent Or breath a Vertuall Ornament In Flours or Fruit or Man or Beast Or yield a vitall to the least If so I 'le yield my self to thee And wee 'l be friends undoubtedly Art First tell me if thou canst preserve What thou do'st frame and do not swerve From Reason Silence renders no Then be not troubled to know I can and by that consequence Ought to have the preheminence For he that can preserve from Death Can without doubt give more than breath The Rose and Lilly I can keep Fresh as in Iune from Death or sleep And if my Pencil fall my Pen Can keep alive the acts of men That life is nothing worth forgot Ev'n shadow like where I am not For I can do more than I 've said By powerfull verse revive the dead Nature Then Art Art Then Nature Both. Let 's oh let 's agree And keep alive Ostella's Memory That wheresoev'r Nature and Art doth Rest Ostella may with Glory be exprest To Ostella upon her saying she wonder'd how one S. B. got into preferment and not I. HE is not worth your Wonder what in Place he is Plusht to the Ears dawb'd o're with Lace His fingers some superfluous Diamonds wear at which the Drawers and the Fidlers Stare His Ladies Chamber Maids perhaps do take upon them much his Love for his Stones sake Ne'r wonder how the slave his Tallent imps let him be damn'd he 's one of Fortunes Pimps To Ostella commending meeknesse of Spirit IT is not safe to be too soft of Spirit a sottish patience hath a Cowards Merit It gives occasion many times to ill and Cruell Natures whose harsh Custome still Seeks not out whom deserves but who will bear the most to wrong the easie hearted Hair It draws on injuries with Pronsethean hearts repell with flames of courage the Minds Darts This is a Maxime we ought all to know he that will bear the weight sha'nt want the Wo All that 's besotted to his fear or ease doth make his Patience prove his worst disease The Swallow MArk Ostella when the Spring hath dissolv'd the frosty King And reseats her self on Earth giving Flow'rs and Plants a Birth When the glorious Sun doth shine full of heat as doth thy eyn When the feather'd Songsters do seem the Princely maid to Woo Then oh then to us will come to our Cottage to our home An amorous guest who will salute you from the chimney top with Flute Like Notes when you least need the same to sing to you 't will be on â—leme But when the tedious Winters night comes on that wants both heat and light And that his pretty musick may with pleasure pass the time away Which else perhaps might sadnesse bring your Guess is hoarse and cannot sing Acquaintance so leaves Men in Misery who did adore him in Prosperity Vpon my Departure GIve me a parting kiss oh why in store kept you this bliss ravish me with oue more Come let my Sighs dry up the Dew doth make thy Roses to look pale thy Lillies quake Into cold fear keep in those tears a while for I have heard Water will Diamonds spoil Seal on my Lips my licence to depart one kiss more and I 'm gone how sweet thou art And leav'st behind such an effectuall power all sweets to thine hereafter will be sour Heaven send us happiness to meet agen my lips will never sweetness taste till then But I must hence Fame calls me to the field Virtue hath set her Standard up the Shield Of Honour 's wav'd at me and I must hence but what on th' sudden doth enlarge my Sense Tells me I need not further go for here Virtue and Honour rest as in their Sphear And may be purchas'd with less danger oh that that alone inflames my Soul to go For Man conceives that Honour slightly bought that 's not through danger and with hazard sought I goe but leave a sadder heart behind than e're thou mad'st it glad by being kind How Reason flies me what brave Act can come into his hands that leaves his heart at home But if Ostella thou wilt give me thine I by my Flames will make it Masculine DAPHNES 1. WHen as the soft wings of the Day had fann'd the Clouds of Night away The early Light did soon discover where lay the Embleme of a Lover 2. On a Banck Grief had made Grey born down with sorrow Daphnes lay His Cheeks like Roses ravished his Lips like Cherries withered 3. Clouds of woe his eyes benight swelling tears entomb their sight Which pursu'd like fleeting rain made each Channel seem a Main 4. The Brooks his Sorrows had drank dry replenisht were from either eye Untill his sighs made up one Flame Malie'd by Fate and parch'd the
there 's the last I can Discover slender instep somewhat high you have the full of my discovery Each Painter thus may take her Outward part But he must needs have skill can take her Heart In the Morning A FLAME FRom the deep sense of hope and fear rais'd by the vigour of desire which of it selfe 's all fire Blown by the issues of our grief who break their Pison for relief A flame is kindled in my breast pure as the Vestals ere possest Whose mild heat receives welcome there The Sacrifice FRom the sweet hopes that doe arise From a safe faith of joys to come in loves Elizium From the chast incense of each Thought Pil'd up and into matter wrought And from that Sense seems to Divine A glory to 't by being thine my heart 's become a Sacrifice And if thou bee'st as just as fair Smother it not but give it ayr To Ostella an Advise before she send an Answer LEt loose your reason first and then exile those Enemies to love Those flattering Thoughts that in your Sex do reign as Self-Conceit Pride and Disdain Which do such desp'rate Tenets move That you can live without us Men So to your selves you do injurious prove A losse to Nature Hereticks to Love Let not your glass abet your will for though it speak you fair It bids you not to hope to raise a Fame out of the Reliques of a flame Nor think your Beauty is not rare Unless it hath the force to kill So Tyrants lest their names forgot should be Do some Grand Act to scare Posterity Ostella smiling VVHo would not think those Rising Beams So temp'rate were that no extreams Attended Them to cloud our Day and our Credulity betray Who could be such a Slave to Fear to think a Tempest could be near So Fair an Omen who 'd not dare Danger it self and Anchor there Who would not think himself secure and safety to himself assure When such a mild and gentle Ray doth smooth the wrinckles of the Day But oh it takes the Lightnings form and I 'm betray'd into a Storm To Ostella upon the pain of her Tooth-ach REvengefull Love thy Cruelty to fit in Throngs and Pangs did use his wit How he might hit some secret part whose tenderness might ad edge to his dart and make the Grief far greater than the Smart Knowing thy Brest 's of such Materials made no Force could enter though invade It might in labour was his Brain to bring 't about but finding 't was in vain he fret and sweat himself into a pain The which his Tenderness could not endure and to his Mother sought for Cure Who madly Anger'd seem'd to be and curst that Burning Torment into Thee not half so bad as Those which flame in me But I to Love will pray an ease for Thine so by Thine own thou'lt learn to pitty Mine To Ostella upon the lamenting the death of her Sparrow WHat from a thing so mean could raise so much delight in thee That for its losse so soon thy Rays with storms should covered be A Bird that wanted Natures layes nor Beauty had nor Worth Whom Nature never meant for praise but tongue-ti'd sent it forth That 't is a wonder strikes my heart and seems my sence to mock From whence it should achieve an Art to draw tears from a rock But if the death of such a vain thing so much troubles you What for the heart your scorn hath slain ought you in soul to do Vpon the Sparrow VVHat time hath been tanâ— up for thee in play and pleasure fine When scarce a Glance could come to me so great a bliss was thine When thou didst tipple at her lip and swil'd in drink divine My Thirsty Soul one Heavenly sip her hate would not assign Oft have I envied thy poor life and could grasp'd forth thy Breath And now my Genius is as rife to envy this thy Death Since from the Treasure of her eye such plenteous tears do fall That should my soul in torment lie none would be seen at all But though in life and death I seem so much to envy thee Yet art thou rais'd with more esteem from Death to Life by me A Summons to a Seige COme thou Paphian Engineer since there is no human Art can redeem my captiv'd heart Oh come and plant thy Canon here In you Cittadel there is a Female wonder that doth own a Brest of flesh but Heart of stone Nay sure far more relentless t is With my Heart here she thought fit to retire secur'd 'gainst war but I know thou 'lt find it far More hard to Conquer her than it What no human force could do in the conquest of her breast my hopes are with faith possest That Love thou mayest in time subdue The Retreat REtreat Retreat do you not see as fast as you Granadoes throw she quencheth them in Pits of snow Intrencht about with Ivory And when you Vndermine you are by cunning Countermining crost and all your Pioneers are lost Nay all your Treaties are but Air Your Cannons do no terrour sound for she with Penetrateles strength Repells them then Retreat at length E're your own Weapons give you wound Ostella's Kisse WHen you Ostella grac'd me with a Kisse it was conceiv'd it could not wound my Blisse Or discompose the quiet I possest e're Love usurp'd the freedome of my Brest But this I find such Blisse such Torment too I ne'r had felt had I not fanci'd you That welcom'd kiss shot fire through ev'ry part till it had seiz'd the Chamber of my Heart And there surpriz'd the Virgin of Content that ne'r knew Love before or Detriment The Bee so loves her Sting yet doth not know mistaking thus where she hath hurt or no Then when with sighs and tears I strive to kill the raging heat they but augment my ill The more I breath the more the Flames aspire Love turns my heart to Oyl to Feed the fire And when to you my Griefs I would impart Fear ties my Tongue and Love Enthrals my Heart Licence my love Ostella then and give A Cure to that els must not hope to live Nor glory in this conquer'd heart of mine Pitty will make your Beauty more Divine Soften your Heart like mine that dotes on you or teach me how to make mine Marble too Returning to my Chamber at night to the Taper HEnce Feeble light I will not have thee burn near me go and attend some needy Vrn Until ' its Damp undo thee I retain a stronger Flame in my Ostella's name Which Fate cannot expire not yet the Breath of Furies which hate Light nor envious Death It is a virtuous flame and shall aspire to Heaven when the whole world speaks but One Fire Wilt not henceh Hw officious do'st thou grow I 've known the time Thou would'st not serve me so E're this time of thy self thou hast gone out when I did need Thee most thou went'st about To help me least go weep
and Tears sure have conspir'd to tempt my fears See how they swell now they are met and even a Tempest do beget It shakes my Bark her Ribs do Crack and now my hopes expect a Wreck Help Love for Pity then I pray cre my poor Heart be cast away To Death THou Grand Physitian to a troubled Brest thou that both kill'st and cur'st in one exprest Thou Terrour and thou Comforter no less then Messenger of Hell and Happinesse Thou Conquerour of fraiâ—Humanity who yet t' imprisoned Souls giv'st liberty Why come not I within the benefit of thy Decree thy lingring doth beget My Jealousie say for my life to me is hatefuller then thy Grim shape can be In ev'ry Street Mottality appears and yet I live though drowned in my Tears Kill me and make me happy in my Death that living draw but discontented Breath I thus invok'd in Wrath He made Reply Lovers were made for Torment not to Die A Bird presented to Ostella FAir Bird thou art design'd to be a Messenger from Love and me An Embassy though not so high as that which from the Ark did flie Yet such as Nice Divines admit and Loves Religion Warrants it Go and those sadder Notes of thine which so improv'd by Discord mine Unto the Soveraign of my Heart Peal forth in a confused Aâ—t Sing out my sigh chatter my Groans imperfect speech best breaks our Moans Strike all Hearts sad that hers may know How much of pitty she doth ow To mine pursue her day by day Let her not eat nor drink nor pray Till for her own safe ease and rest her bosom does become thy Nest Where if th' art Martyred by her eys Thou shalt from thence a Phaenix rise Imagination HOw pleasingly doth thy Deceit insinuate into our Sense Where having taken up a Seat what 't is we wish thou steal'st from thence And to thy self thou form'st the Shape which represented to the Mind Doth on its Peace Commit a Rape leaving our Fancy unconfin'd That time that for our Rest is lent imploy'd our thoughts awake to keep Is priz'd to be the sweetest spent although it doth exile our Sleep What Numerous Joys do'st thou beget to flatter each inclining thought As seem t' exceed the Appetite whose subtilty the Wonder wrought But oh the falsenesse of thy Charms that such bewitching joys prepare That when we think th' are in our Arms Ixion like we grasp the Air Ostella saying she pittied me but could not help me PItty without Relief is just one on a sleevelesse Errand sent That wanting what should Shape his trust returns more simple than he went For Naked Pitty brings but Cold and heartless Comfort on his back It onely guilds the grief is told and make us worse in what we lack Compassion bears a Sense with it as though it felt th' afflicted'st Grief Loves Messenger it 's tearmed fit It never comes without relief But th' Pitty that proceeds from you adorns my Temples and my Eyes With Wreaths of Roses mixt with Rue deckt onely up for Sacrifice And in the sweetnesse of that breath You do but Musick forth my Death Reason REason and I long time known friends in all things did comply Till suddenly for unknown ends It shun'd my company And whatsoe're I said or did It still did flie the Sense As though some Sophistry lay hid Or Errour came from thence At last admiring at the Cause of its so strange Neglect I Conjur'd it by it's own Laws to yield me more respect And to resolve me speedily why We at difference were Since first a solemn League did tie us to a Sense more fair Knowing I was in Love it answered me Reason and Madmen never could agree Ostella saying she would not say she did could nor would not Love me I 'm wrapt in such a Mist Reasons cleer light can't lead me through lost betwixr Day and Night Twixt Doubt and Joy my faculties do rise and War with in me and my sense dispise One while I 'm lifted to the Throne of Blisse straight Ponierd by my Fears and struck to th' Abiss Now I am sinking now I Tryton like ride on the Neck of Danger and do strike With my strong hopes my fears into the Main now I 'm a Prince and now a Slave again And thus my fainting joy 'twixt hope and fear doth Ebb and Flow now Wing'd now Clog'd in th' Air Mockt with the shadow of thy Love which I seeking to catch at my pursuit doth flie Why did'st not say thou did'st not nor could'st Love me but those are spoken plain enough to move me Yet why that nimble close then though thou could'st not to sweeten it thou wouldst not say thou would'st not If thou nor do'st nor canst what hope can I assume thou ever wilt oh Destiny So flattering Oracles did tell Mens fate and yet in th' Mistery conceal'd their haâ—e To Ostella my Choice I Would not Wed the Creature that desires to know the secrets of the Marriage Bed And to repell the fury of her fires forsooth in all haste must be Married Nor she who by her Parents Cruelty is made to loath her self and cares not how Shee is bestow'd to Joy or Misery ne're minding Love nor marrriage strickt vow Nor she that hath to any been a Stale and now with frantick Resolution swears The next that comes to Court her shal prevail Oh such a Piece would lug Love by the Ears Nor she that would be Wed to be made fine thinking Content should her Attendant be Beleeving not to want what ere was mine faith such a Piece doth love her self not me Nor your half Matron of some thirty five whose in good law and good-sooths have worn out Her lips and teeth whose Heart is but a Sive as fast as Love creeps in it goeth out Nor the Green-piece that weds for the Ring sake and other pritty things belonging to 't That man that hath her must her Babies make and have a sool and thousand Plagues to boot Nor yet the serious Soul that doth imploy her whole day at her Work or pries into The Cooks affairs in her there is small joy Shee 'l Love me when sh' as nothing else to do Now some will say I can't find such a one that are from one or all these follies free To such I answer that they are unknown unto thy Worth and ignorant of Thee Ostella Confessing She loved Me A Blest confession for which expect though you have justly merited Neglect From Love and me an Absolution for all your past ills against us since that War Brought on this happy Peace This Truce doth give me more than hope assurance I shall live Nay live to joy in You the onely sum of all my hopes from whence my Blisse must come The Gods will recompence you for this Deed And amplifie your Glory in your Seed But I admire you hold me in suspence so long knowing my Loves pure innocence That though with Love I seem'd to be all
Or doth he Court by Proxy and hath paid dear for his wit to one whose need hath made Him a proâ—st Poet that he should be guilty of Wit Condemns himself and me Miracles may chance to walk and light on him he 's empty enough and may receive to th' brim But yet why should I doubt this since thy eye can make a Spark a Flame in Poetry And were not I as confident of Thee as Saints of Heaven are a Jealousie Would work into my Faculties thy Love might leave my Sphear and in anothers move Women are Charm'd when praises do perswade for then harmonious Spels their Ears invade Ostella advising me to leave off drink ing Wine HOw dearest art thou weary of thy Fame that thou would'st banish that preserves the same When I would write on th' Vigour of thy eye a sprightly Glasse of Sack I 've standing by From whence my Pen takes life and speed that Smile of thine thou ow'st to Sack for my fair Guile That lively Colour of thy Cheek and Lip from the rich Claret did my fancy sip And from the mantling sparks which thence arise I Metaphor'd the Cupids in thy eyes From the Lov'd Grape I can create Conceit enough to raise Dejection to the Seat Of Honour 't is the Nepenthean Spring about the which the jolly Muses sing Thy praises from my Verse Oh let me lack all things else usefull so thou st give me Sack Thou maiest as well go bid me leave to live as have me leave the means which life doth give Faith leave my Wine and farewel Poetry forgetting which none will remember Thee To one asking how he should know my Mistresse THou maiest know her by her dresse both of body and of mind Where so many Graces press as just Heaven had assign'd her the Glory of her Kind Thou maiest know her by the flame which proceedeth from her eye But oh who can see the same who can see it and not die 't is so full of Majesty Thou maiest know her by her Balm the blest issue of her breath Which in Passion is so calm it gives life instead of Death such a virtuall power it hath Thou maiest know her by a Heart full of Love and Constancy More of Pitty then of Art but all this thou canst not see ' Less my Fate did govern theee My Vow to Ostella upon her doubting my faith BEleeve me Love by those fair eys that blesse the World with Light and to the blind give sight By this chaste kiss this pretious breath That rescu'd my poor heart from Death It still remains thy Conquer'd prize By virtues self enthron'd in thee for other Beauties wear but th' bare figure of what 's rare No thoughts of change disturb my Rest Whose heats consume not warm the Brest there 's no Content like Constancy But should'st thou not continue mine as firm as when I first Love in my Bosom Nurst I should the Bastard banish thence Though yet the Child of Innocence and prove him humane not Divine Did not thy fires preserve my flame it should dispersing fly in Sparks at ev'ry eye With Wanton Liberty should range And ev'ry minute covet change 'till it dissolv'd Loves hallowed frame But till thy Fancy change thy Mind if I without offence may doubt such Innocence My Love shall be so purely free From loose thoughts of disloyalty it shall teach Turtles to be kind Vpon an occasion to Ostella Of Jealousie THe Day that 's lost et'e scarcely shewn might rule Eternally Did not th' Prerogative of Night insinuate a Sovereignty The Spring and Summer cropt e're blown with all their gaudy Train Might ever season our delight did not intruding Winter Reign The Sea whose often Shipwracks strike a fear into the advent'rers mind Would safely harbour did no Storm engage its nature to the wind All things in goodness would be like did not the ills their diff'rence shew Beauty in freedome as in form and nature no decaying know Youth dwell for ever on our Cheeks did not the Iron hand of Age Imprint a Ruine or Disease invade our healths and life engage Man might possess as soon as seek the Pleasures that do so entice But his own Nature doth displease else Earth had been a Paradise So had not cruel Love crept in my Heart had been from Passion free And my Content had been mine own Not slav'd to sottish Jealousie But Love hath rais'd such Wars within they do disturb my Peacefull pores And Tyrant-like alas have thrown my Rest and Quiet out of Doors Ostella forth of Town To my Heart HEart be Content though she be gone let Reason govern thee Thou hast so much of Pleasure known 't is fit a season'd Misery should temper thy Prosperity Absence doth whet the Appetite which Presence dull'd before There is no Pleasure truly great nor sweet of such effectual pow'r 'till season'd with a little Sow'r He cannot truly prize Delight that ne'r knew Misery Nor deem the glory of the Light untili by wanting it he be sensible of its purity Think this the time of thy lost health which when restor'd to thee Ev'n from the Ruine of thy Wealth it brings a perfect Remedy to double thy Felicity To the worst of Passions THou that destroi'st our Peace giv'st Liberty to fury ruine Thou grand Enemy To man Thou whose unlimited pretence deposeth Reason and confounds our sense Thou whose Tyrannick Cruelty extends to th' separation of long linked friends Thou that art all irregularity rash inconsiderate madly bold and free A foe to goodnesse Author of our ill thou that art Wisdoms inconsistent still Thou who can boast thou ne'r wert overcome and slav'dst so many gallant Hearts at Rome Thou that didst vanquish Caesar know I 'le prove greater than He and Conquer Thee with Love The Iealous Lovers A Dialogue Thirsis SAy Daphnes say for I desire to know The cause from whence these sad effects do grow Art thou in Love Dap. O yes Thirsis With whom confesse Daph. With my Murderess Thir Love baits on easie hearts is thine so tame To hugg thy Ruine and appear his Game Who is the Shepherdess Dap Doest ask her name Have not the Winds whisper'd her Beauties fame Through ev'ry Ear do'st not observe each Tree Wears on it's Brest her name My misery Thir Did she e're love thee Daphnes say Daph. She did Thir Are those flames now extinguisht or but hid Daph. Extinguisht as my Jealousie which made Her leave this walk which now appears a shade Wanting her Beams to warm it and my Heart Cold as the Deaths Dart. Thir Didst thou abuse her Love Daph. I cannot tell Unless it were by loving too too well Excessive Love and her exceeding Grace Supplanted Reason and gave Passion place Thir Such was my fate Daph Too cruell mine Thir It may be so But there is no example of my Woe Chorus Since we derive our heat both from one fire let thy Heart mix with mine and so Expire That to her Glory
same 5. His many Griefs of sense deprive him his weight of Griefs to sense revive him That his troubl'd Soul would force from a Heart of Flint remorse 6. Striving with his Fate he riseth hope of Comfort he despiseth Since that blessed means should joy him was converted to destroy him 7. Quoth he you Pow'rs whose Brest did ne'r know Pitty now Exhaust a tear At your own Cruelty yet give as great a Plague to let me live 8. Not that one minute can revive my Sense or keep my Heart alive Dead to all joy to you I 'le pay my life for th' poor use of one Day 9. Which I will waste as fast as breath to tell a Story e're my Death Shall out live me and be to Swains a sad example thus he plains 10. Before these sad Trees were bereav'd their Virgin-issue and dis-leav'd My Pipe was known to Musick forth Ostella's Beauty and her worth 11. Ostella's she that was the Flame of ev'ry heart whose blessed name As though some Mistery were hid in it rejoic'd each Lamb and Kid 12. Then Apollo did inspire with Phaebean touch my Lyre That Labouring Bees did from my Laies at their work rehearse her Praise 13. Lovely Nut-brown was her hair her forehead full as smooth as fair Her eyes black shot Beams more bright then doth the Empress of the Night 14. When Cupid did intend to stray he made her Cheeks his Rosie way In whose dimples he lay hid 'till by his Power discovered 15. Soft and white as Curds and Cream were her Limbs as rich a Theam As ere Shepheard chose to write Sonnets on to Charm the Night 16. Young and sprightly as the Morn when the Spring doth it adorn Active as the vein of life full of mercy foe to strife 17. Innocence and spotlesse Truth were the Jewels to her Youth That stainlesse Turtles might envy the glory of her Purity 18. Not a Tongue that knew her Name but were Heraulds to her Fame And their Hearts as full of Flame each resolv'd to win the Game 19. 'Mongst those Swains my self was one at the which brake forth a Groan Like the Winds long lockt in Earth cracks the Ribs e'r't can have birth 20. He stood and did erect his sight as though his Soul had ta'ne her flight In that sad Gaole recovering breath he seems the Conquerour of death 21. And then he moans At that blest time I had the glory to be prime My Pastures full my Flock did wear as rich a wool as any bear 22. Harmelesse mirth did Crown the Cell where my Pipe and I did dwell Which invited many a Swain that Ostella hop'd to gain 23. There they tun'd their Reeds by mine Pan's musick ne'r was more Divine Sonnets roundly past the throng still Ostella grac'd my song 24. Such as did that favour see did yet durst not envy me For Love to enjoy his sport had design'd my Cell his Court 25. When we tript it on the Green if Ostella were but seen Not a Shepheard there was Lame danc'd as though from Court he came 26. I that had small Mind to Dance bequeath'd my senses to a Trance Till from the Godhead of her eye my Soul receiv'd its liberty 27. Then with measur'd speed I shew'd what the Swains in duty ow'd To Ostella which poor they with their store could never Pay 28. And then I enter'd to my Bliss My Guerdion was Ostella's kiss Whose strong fires as soon did aw my heart as theirs to softness thaw 29. When I did kiss she kist again as though she would not count in vain Sure Numberless they were and yet we told and did as soon forget 30. Such soft kisses on the Rose gentle Zephirus bestows Nor can th' early sun discover Chaster heat from his fam'd Lover 31. Then in th' language of our eyes we convers'd and did surprize Eithers Heart yet neither could Boast of Conquest if we would 32. When I joy'd she was content When I moan'd she did lament At my sadnesse pin'd away Joylesse of her life a Day 33. When some Crosse had me molested it seiz'd her her Heart arrested Did I look pale the Native red of her fair Cheeks forsook their Bed 34. Nothing that I said or did But Ostella favoured And those favours I did prize more than Vesper Cynthia's eyes 35. Were I sick she lost her health my Hearts welfare was her wealth And my pain her pain increas'd as mine did so hers decreas'd 36. Thus like Twins whose lives sad Date doth depend on eithers Fate We did live as from one breath we deriv'd our lives our Death 37. Joys we had ev'n such as made us boast belief they could not fade Pleasures Phoenix like did waste still renewed by our taste 38. Turtles never could rejoice more in one anothers Choice Palms so prosper when together sunder'd they decay and wither 39. Such my wounded heart receiv'd so did hers when as deceiv'd By th' credulity we had of our Fate grown too too bad 40. Oh'tis dangerous to trust to smiling fortune shee 's unjust For the end she seldome shapes like th' beginning with her Rapes 41. When she flatters she intends to destroy and hath her ends When she threatens we have lesse cause to fear arm'd 'gainst distresse 42. Deep security we know doth turn tail and overthrow Joys uncertain as our States Ours they are not but our Fates 43. This experience I too late bought and at too dear a rate Yet the sweetnes that I did reap made me deem their price to cheap 44. We foresaw no Pendent Storm o're our heads to Menace harm But we were of our delight confident as day of light 45. But oh Fortune that e're while blest our union with a smile Clouds her Brow and with the noise of shrill war severs our Ioys 46. Peacefull Tempe is become deaf with th' jarring Fife and Drum Blood doth stein her snowy Brest to our cares hope gives no rest 47. Ruine doth pursue our Stocks slaughter seizeth on our Flocks Plenty suffers with increase banishment cause friends to peace 48. ' Stead of Pans soft laies our Ears are inchanted with our fears And the surly Cannon knels sadder farewels than our Bels 49. Not a Bird dare keep her bough nor a He ifer guide the Plough Nor a Lasse to daunce or run all their dancing dayes are done 50. Thus our Tempe chang'd is quite such pow'r hath Envy o're Delight And so sad a place is made As where Sun ne'r blest with shade 51. All our sports are spoil'd and he now 's the onely Man dares dy He that friezeth to the Earth he whose scars give life a birth 52. He that will not flinch his ground till all 's body be one wound He He 's the Man that shall out live his Fate and to Time Trophies give 53. This is that which makes the mind of man as vent'rous as the wind Honour glorifies that breath that her Champion is in death 54. Return'd with Conquest is
't not brave One can say he past his Grave Nay the very sons of fear love of glorious Acts to hear 55. I exalted with Desire fill'd with more than common fire That Ostella to her Name might have Honour sought out fame 56. See my Errour Fools so may bring their Torch-light to the day For alas could she have more than her own worth own'd before 57. Great things many times arise from small beginnings be men wise Acts I 've read in Honours Story ' gun with danger end with glory 58. These great hopes made many a Swain to forsake his er'st lov'd Plain To lay Hook and Tarbox by And with a sword their room supply 59. When so many Ladds do roam 't were Cowardize to stay at home And my thoughts did soar as high as the proudest Shepheards eye 60. But Ostella she that knew no other Blisse than what she drew From me alas and I. that ne're drew breath but from her Sovereign air 61. She alas could not dispense with my so soon parting thence Sorrow'd then advis'd quoth she thy parting sure will murther me 62. My life doth depend on thine as I hope thine doth on mine Should Death seize thy nobler part alas alas where were my heart 63 Ne're like cruelty was shown when two lives are lost in one And with that her sad heart tries to have passage through her eys 64. Then I kist to stop that grief Mine did need as much relief As we sought to Cure each other Sorrow did our Comfort smother 65. Her eyes over-flowing showres might have drowned her Cheeks Flowers Had not my sighs dry'd up those tears then each Rosie-Bank appears 66. United to her Sense at last quoth she why dost thou make such hast To thy own sad Fate and mine what have I that is not thine 67. Or what can there be more dear to thy self than thou hast here Love no other prize regards than it self it it rewards 68. Sure I am thou once did'st prize no prize dearer than my eyes Those thy worth hath made thy own can'st thou leave thy joys so soon 69. Thou by hazarding thy life mak'st me Widdow e're a Wife Such keen fears my heart do goâ—e that I ne're shall see thee more 70. But alas I sadly doubt that thy flame of Love is out Fires that fiercely burn do waste e're they warm such was thy haste 71. Blame me not my Love is such that it cannot feâ— too much Love is subject to suspect where it finds the least neglect 72. And as apt is to believe things which many times deceive Confidence alone betrayes like a Theef us from our ways 73. Soft suspicion keeps the Road brings us safe to our aboad 'T is a Lecture Love doth read that credulity 's the fools Creed 74. If I erre in doubting thee 't is a pleasing fault in me And a joy to be deceiv'd when my fears are not believ'd 75. But to think that thou wilt go re-assumes again fresh woe But thy will disposeth mine I 'le refer my good to thine 76. Fain my heart would give consent that thou might'st receive Content But my fears do check my will thus Love Passions Combat still 77. When I would say go my Tongue Tels me I would do thee wrong If stay I should Cloud that same might Eternize thy Lov'd Name 78. Thus poor heart Her love Contends with her reason who pretends A claim to love and now agree onely for the good of me 79. And at last as though she meant to breath her last she spake consent Go and what Fate follows thee assure thy self shall govern me 80. We kist and parted Oh quoth she ne're shall this be tan'e from me 'Till Deaths rude Lips ravish it or thy breath revive the heat 81. With such sadnesse the lov'd Vine divested of its pride doth pine Birds so feel the sense of smart when they and their Summer part 82. Our Hearts with grief like vessels grow so full they cannot vent their Woe Who could part with so much Blisse on such cruel tears as this 83. But the Will of Fate must be obeyd none flies his Dstiny And my thoughts pursu'd the worst that Heavens Anger ever curst 84. Parting my promoting hope gives my mind a glorious scope And presents such shapes of joy that my former Griefs destroy 85. Loves forgot and now I crave either Honour or a Grave Fortune hears my wish and shews that she must be won with blows 86. No attempt I leave unsought danger hold a thing of nought Which I spurn and take a Pride in the Bloud falls from my side 87. Courage makes that wound a scratch Streight at Honours lock I snatch For unlesse I have another that same wound doth want a Brother 88. Which I win from the stern foe as my Heart had will'd it so All the prize in this I gat was th' honour to be envy'd at 89. In the heat of these sad Wars fame to breed at home fresh jars Id'ly rumour'd of my Death which was ta'ne by ev'ry breath 90. Not a Lasse but did give o're their mirth and my sad loss deplore And the home kept Lads do strike Passions Discord much alike 91. This Ostella's mother hears sweeter Musick to her Ears Never came from Brook or Dale but she fear'd 't was but a Tale 92. While I absent was there came A Shepheard great in Purse and Name Who sollicited my Dear breathing Poison through her Ear 93. But she long before had ta'ne an Antidote against that bane As fervent was her flames to me as the light to Day can be 94. But her cruel Brested Mother long had practis'd how to smother Her old flames and to invest new thoughts where mine were possest 95. Now again assaults the Prize and withall the subtilties Mothers power or Womans skill can invent she tempts her ill 96. Twits her with her duty then tells the choice she 'ad made of Men The very best rich of cleer bloud what he wants wealth can make good 97. But Ostella that could ne're to such for did thoughts adhere In Loves name stands to her guard and her constancie's her ward 98. Though in th' conflict Nature strove to defeat the force of love Yet her thoughts bring fresh supplies arm'd against all Batteries 99. Which when her spleenfull mother saw nor fair means win nor threatning aw Knels my Death as though from thence she might Warrant her offence 100. But Ostella th' truest made that e're at Loves Altar laid A broken heart faints and doth die each minute fore her Mothers eye 101. Now they wail but oh too late they have kil'd her with my Fate 'T is vain to Court or waste their breath shee 's become a Bride for Death 102. Her bloud hath forsook her face and cold dew usurps the place In her Agony doth rave fetch my Duphnes from the Grave 103. Would he die unkinder he but hark he hath summon'd me And I must hence you do me wrong in
to When we 're prohibited from meat we have the greatest mind to eat And thus thy hate doth but enlarge Desire the more represt the more it doth aspire But 'cause I love thee I will shew to thee an easie way t' be rid of me Let me first Sate my longing Eye on thy fair Shapes discovery My hands may next offencelesse Rove and want on in the shade of Love Then let my Ears receive Content in Words that speak a free Consent From thence thou breath'st forth Frankincense to open my obstructed Sense Next let my Appetite be pleas'd each Sense being sated I 'm appeas'd Thus having known All I desire to know Surfeit may soon effect what Hate would do To a timorously willing Mistress LIke Summer bringing in a Dearth or Beauty blasted in its Birth Such is thy Love to me that fils but expectation 'till it kils Thy Smiles no sooner warm my Heart but Frowns dart Death through ev'ry part And the choice pleasure of thine eyes invite me but to Tantalize When thirsty Grief desires to sip Life from the Cherries of thy lip The Root of Life by which they grow declares my Death by answering No. Nor can I guess why it hath bin unlesse to love be held a sin If so the Gods themselves must be in such a sort as deep as We Oh think not Dearest 't is in vain to hope for pleasure without pain Whil'st equal Love and Joys attend us Both Faith and Silence shall befriend us Could'st thou my Heart Anatomize wherein thy perfect Figure lies There should'st thou find what neither Fate nor envious Time shall violate Such Constant Truth my Love doth bear in all thy Fortunes I will share And of each Misery will boast wherein my self shall suffer most Thus dare I boast my Love to thee beyond our frail Humanity For he whose Love transcendeth mine must not write Mortal but Divine And should thy Cruelty extend this loathed Life of mine to end Th' Arabian wonder shall not die more glorious in her Flames than I. Vpon my Noble friend Richard Lovelace Esquire his being in Holland An Invitation A Song COme Adonis come again what distast could drive thee hence Where so much delight did reign sateing ev'n the soul of sense And though thou unkind hast prov'd never Youth was more belov'd Then lov'd Adonis come away For Venus brooks not thy delay Wert thou sated with the Spoil of so many Virgin-Hearts And therefore didst change thy Soil to seek fresh in other parts Dangers wait on forreign-Game we have Deer more sound and tame Then lov'd Adonis c. Phillis fed with thy delights in thy absence pines away And Love too hath lost his Rites not one Lasse keeps Holi-day They have chang'd their Mirth for Cares and do onely sigh thy Airs Then lov'd Adonis c. Elpine in whose Sager Looks thou wert wont to take Delight Hath forsook his Drink and Books 'cause he cann't enjoy thy sight He hath laid his Learning by 'cause his Wit wants Company Then lov'd Adonis come away For Friendship brooks not thy Delay All the Swains that once did use to converse with Love and thee In the language of thy Muse have forgot Loves Deity They deny to write a line and do onely talk of thine Then lov'd Adonis come away For Friendship brooks not thy Delay By thy sweet A 〈…〉 's voice we conjure thee to return Or we ' l rob thee of that choice in whose Flames each Heart would burn That inspir'd by her and sack such Company we will not lack That Poets in the Age to come Shall write of our Elizium To a Mistresse that thinks the sight without other enjoyment is Love sufficient IF thou intend'st onely to try the silent Courtship of the eye Without the sense of what is Good which by Loves fires are understood Command those Cupids to retire Whose Darts are headed with Desire Forbid the Vnion of our Hands each Amorous touch a heat commands Forbid our Lips to meet and melt where the pure Sense of Love is felt Forbid thy Tongue to whisper love That very word hath power to move Whose ardent Breath infused can raise Courage in a dying Man And through each Vein fresh heat restore that had been scar'd with cold before So from thy Air such Vigour came It curl'd my Heart into a Flame Forbid thy Cheeks to shew their Spring forbid thy Nightingale to sing Forbid thy All and ev'ry part to shew so much their Mistress Art For ' less thou keep'st those Baits within They 'l tempt an Anchorite to sin Yet should those Excellencies be depriv'd their proper use in thee Men would be apt their Faiths to pawn th' art but a Picture lively drawn On which each rude presumptuous eye Admiring feasts as well as I. So I confesse my flames may end and thou a Shaddow lose thy Friend Unless my Fancy raise Conceit thou art my Mistress Counterfeit And so surveying each fair part I paint her Figure in my Heart To a vertuous Lady on whom Envy had thrown a Scandal for which she Mourned and hung her Chamber with Blacks LEt not the Sables so benight your eys nor yet entomb your Beauty ere it dics Envy doth from this Sorrow gather strength and grows more huge and monstrous in length He gluts himself upon your Discontent and raiseth from your Sighs his Merriment The giddy people that nought understands Strangers to Truth will like to firebrands Kindle a hot suspicion in each other till they your Honour and your Fame do smother A Stream that may be stopt at the Springs head if let alone may over-flow a Mead Nay drown a League of Earth Now Envy sings and t' paint his Falshood like to Truth he brings This inference Sorrow doth Guilt imply and your offence makes you so often die Then Madam tear those Death-like-Sables thence in th' stead set up your Flags of Innocence And brave Desiance that Truth's light may be no longer hid by Envtes Trechery Thus re-assuming your Hearts jollity Envie will want his food so starving die Spying Splendora through a Casement 'T was late and dark and yet the early Day in her Springs pride ne're shot a brighter R◠Than met my eyes So doth the Queen of light dart through the Ebon Casements of the Night Her comfortable Splendor to redeem The world from darknesse lost in our esteem If You shoot such Beams through Obscurity how full of Glory would your Presence be My Friend Paul Squire THou lent'st me twenty shillings true and ten which thou would'st have me pay thee back agen And for the speed of it thou bid'st me baul and borrow or rob Peter to pay Paul Rare Christian Counsel I commend thee now I 'l gang about it but I ken not how Comfort thy self with hopes I prithee do I have a Friend will do 't I ken not who Perhaps he 's at the Indies with his Ware Constantinople or I know not where Yet I an honest mind
Dart of any foe but thee And had'st not wounded me with smiles then Cur'd me with a kisse I had contemn'd thy Sexes Wiles as Enemies to Bliss But having caught me in the Snare I cann't with ease return Had others harms made me beware I might have left to burn But greedy of my misery I Courted so my Fate The Object spake all love to me but the Effect on 't hate No Beauty but thy own shall make me sensible of Woe For when I do the same forsake I must my bliss forgo My Heart shall never yield it self a prisoner but to thee For no respect to Praise or Pelf shall bribe my Constancy When thou shalt from thy Throne of Bliss look down on my sad Heart And know for whose dear sake it is appointed so to smart When thou shalt find I prize thy joy more than my own Content What heart but thine could so destroy a heart so innocent When thou shalt find my Youth to waste my Loyalty endure And I no other Ioys do tast than what thy Hate doth sour When thou shalt find I take Delight in nothing save in thee If Pity won't my love require be kind to murther me Till when my Soul when 't is most sad shall find the way to sing There is no Comfort to be had but what thy Love must bring And if thy Glories think it meet I must their Martyr be When Natures Watch hath left to beat Parewell fair Cruelty To my self ANd why love I the thing that hates me Reason won't admit of this Rather prize the thing that baits me there a promise is of Blisse Though the effect of it perhaps we misse For what appeareth good or great to our Eys our Hearts so deem The Taste directs the Appetit Sweets are made as We esteem But Reason thral'ld to Love who can redeem To the Deceiving Mistress THine eyes shall be my Stars no more they have deceived me He madly doth his Death implore that seeks from them Security I thought they had been fixt on me but wand'ring Lights they prove The more they are admir'd in thee the more they love to gad and rove As though they would out-vy the Light contracted to the Day Until the Glory of the sight some simple Hearts like mine betray Yet boast not of that cruel Art that so out-witted mine For sure thou ne're hadst got my Heart had I not more than hop'd for thine I see there 's Pollicy in Love the slower Men come on The faster your Desires do move 't is Madness You to dote upon For this sad Truth I boldly tell Experience finds it such That had not I lov'd half so well Thou hadst not hated me so much To Cupid CVpid to Arms or th' art betraid there is a Cold Complexion'd Maid That teacheth to ascribe to Thee a Deity is Heresie That thou art made of Wood or Stone set up in Fairs admir'd by none But Children who do Idolize thy Golden Locks and smoother Thighs And at a slender rate may buy thy Godhead and Artilery Cupid lest thou should'st not know her these are tokens that will shew her Her Beams are such though blind they say thou art thou need'st not grope thy way An awfull Brow a piercing Eye presaging Signs of Sovereignty Her Language smooth of weighty Sense which seems as fair as her pretence Whose specious Beauties do infer There is no Sweetnesse but in her And this assumes her Virtual Breath hath pow'r to send us Life or Death Which will be credited by all and Thou thy Fame and Altars fall Unless thou dost by force beat down these rising Evils 'gainst thy Crown Arm then thy self and thou wilt get by wounding her more Praise than yet Tradition ere pil'd up for thee Be now One or no Deity Pursue the Game and thou shalt prove the force of Beauty I of Love Lycoris a Rapture IN vain thou striv'st Lycorice to defeat my purposes thy blushes may retreat But not my Love nor can they easie flight pass unpursu'd or scape the Eagles sight Thou canst not fly my Love for it hath wings swifter then Swallows so the Falcon sings When he hath seiz'd the Dove and vainly she with feeble force strives her poor self to free Art thou not mine did not my Love surprize thee and thy Faith and didst not thou devise An equal Snare for mine since they agree why should not pleasures then at difference be That I do love thee I must needs confess and I am confident thou thinkst no less But he that loves to talk and not to do looseth his Time his Oyl and Labour too What man can love the thing hee 'd not possess as by his mind express his willingness Who spares to speak must never hope to speed The heart that seeks not help may ever bleed Who onely look's and loves but to admire smothers his flames ere they imbrace a fire The Face is but the Index to invite our Eyes to view the thing of more delight So Painters set their peeces forth to win us to survey their better works within And I could be content with all my heart to give my judgement on the inward part 'T is not the Face alone that men adore Love softly whispers 't is for something more And hath so well that secret-sweet exprest we ought to love that part amongst the rest Who values Lories but for the Ayres they make or who the Grape but for the Iuyces sake Who slaves himself to love not to enjoy surrenders up his Freedom for a toy And she that out of simple modesty denies Love Tenets can no Lover be Love answers Love and in that Language best when he is truly by himself exprest Nor put me off with such your queint delayes as heretofore to hope for After-dayes Delayes are dang'rous and my hopes may be like Physick mis-apply'd to poyson me What thanks can she deserve that shews us meat with this proviso that we must not eat He must be Mad-man or a Fool at least that starv's himself with hoping for a Feast And he recorded be a Fool at last that stayes for Milk until his Stomack 's past Or shall against Gods Benefits repine and drink cold Water when he may have Wine What pleasure can there be in this or this we use to flatter Children with a kiss And sure more flames do from my heart arise when I salute those sweet Babies thy Eyes Thou smil'st but like the Sun before a storm so violent fires decay ere scarce they warm Thou lett'st me kiss thy hand to raise my flame then leav'st me to be ruin'd in the same Can this be judged Love or can there be 'twixt Love and Beauty such Antipathy How should I know my Friend from Enemy but by the secrets he intrusted me But thou art so severe none can discover whether thou writ'st thy self or Friend or Lover Happy were they that liv'd in Ages past when nature ty'd both Love and pleasure fast Blest
were those Dayes when Brest with Brest did meet and the stol'n sweets of Love not held unmeet When Man had Licence given him with his Eyes to search into Loves profound Mysteries When I do court thee to 't thou plead'st a sin so putt'st a period to 't ere I begin Tell'st me that Chastity 's as cold as Snow and by that Metaphor you must be so But says Experience when the Sun appears he straight dissolves its Body into tears To mourn its own Condition and it turns by often handling so you 'd think it burns Think me the Sun my Dear and by my Art I 'le thaw the Snow congeal'd about thy Heart For know Lycoris there 's no greater Vice in Woman then to be so over nice What though the Fruits forbidden and the Tree Points death to others it speaks life to me Our fears deceive us he whose poor heart dare not stand the peril must not hope to share I' th prize or profit So the Merchants gain doth recompence his Travel and his pain That thing that is with greatest danger won brings greatest pleasures when the doubts are gone So 's fame and Honour purchas'd and by this We make our Acts the Authors of our Bliss For ne're would Souldier any Siege begin did not his hopes perswade him he should win Nor ere did Army onely lye before a Fort to look on 't and to give it o're If there were hopes of Batt'ry and all know long Siege the strongest Fort doth overthrow For violent Outward storms the In works break and Confidence may make the strongest weak Thou art but Woman dearest and canst do no more then what the strength directs thee to Thou hast endeavour'd strongly to resist but still the Seige continues all things mist Thy aime thou shot'st in vain thy force is spent yield on Free-quarter then no Treason 's meant No noise but such as Turtles sigh shall fill thy Eares my dear and I thy victor will Become thy Captive then who 'd shun to be o'recome by such a loving Enemy The Bed shall be our Field and our Alarms shall be soft kisses though we sight in Arms Which I will sow faster then thou canst reap who would no purchase Amity so cheap They say Love Conquers all things if 't be true 't is possible that mine may Conquer you And if no Fable that accounted be I will oppose my Love 'gainst destiny I 'le steal the Frnit from the Hesperides spight of the watchful Draggon when I please And more to further our Content I 'le charm those Argoes Eyes about thee no Ear harm Our whispers by a listning nor a light but thine shall lead me to that blest delight That pure Elizer that All happyness whose Sweets none can but he that tasts express Nor think it desp'rate to be undergone the Will doth make the difficulty none She that yields up her Reason to her Fear looseth her Ioy and finds her Ruin neer For when thy coyness hath me Murdered thy Pitty proves bad Physick to the dead Or could that Pitty me to life restore it cures but one wound to make thousands more Unless it carry with 't express consent and liberty to warrant my content Then he so merciful to let me be o'recome in Love by my o'recoming thee And let your understanding reach at this none hunts the Game but when the Season is Make use of Time Flow'rs ne're so fair decay and Love may turn his course another way Then while our youths do last and Loves agree let not our Pleasures at such difference be The Sweets whereof will lengthen out our time and never fade but still be in their prime The breath of Love shall make our kisses sweet till we conceit our very souls do meet And as our Limbs do lovingly entwine we 'le grow together like the am'rous Vine And want only our fancies shall invent fresh Pleasures when our old grow stale or spent We 'le fright Age from us and force Nature to supply our wants till sheher self undo Revive our Pleasures with each Breath and taste the sweets as often and yet find no waste Thus we will build an Altar to delight on eithers lips and with a flaming sp'rit Our Actions shall be offer'd full of fire first kindled from a mutual desire That Poets now and in the Age to come shall fancy ours the true Elizium Lycoris weeping WEep not Lycoris 't is not meant thou should'st for this one Act repent For where such constant Love hath bin it were a Crime to think a Sin When sin doth bid thee love love not at all but Love to bid thee sin is naturall A Smile WHo would not think to see that Glance the sprightly Genious of a flame But from the heat of Love it came and meant some dead Heart to advance With warmth to Life but oh the ill it onely shews its power can kill Who would believe that hath the Eye of Reason to direct his sence A Hill of rigid Ice could fence the Sun and so dissolveless lye So neer the torrid Zone but oh that is the frigid one below So eithers Natures works upon excess as they excel in either more or less To Mrs. J. H. upon my recovery of a fit of sickness Song 'T Is true I did receive a life from you for he 's unjust That shall deny the Miracles thou do'st when my poor heart Was ready to depart This air thou cam'st to visit me And brought'st me heav'nly Surgery in either eye But see This Mercy 's full of Cruelty for I had paid But one poor life had then my frame decay'd When now to please Your Pride is a disease past Cure for which each minute I Suffer a death yet cannot dy 't is Tyranny My Heart Whereon you practice all your Art you 'l say's your own So Surg'ons torture er'e their skill be shown if you 'l devise Mine to Anothomise that so you may advise your skill First be so kind as throughly kill my Wish fulfil To Mrs I. H. upon the sight of a Marble Coverture or Statue in the Church OBserve Ostella how it weeps As though it griev'd for what it keeps And seems a pitteoâ—s sense to owne Because its empty guess hath none Or that it should not be the same In sense it seems to be in Fame And can thy Brests be harder far Then Rocks of Flint or Marble ar Is 't not a shame thou shouldst be known To have less pitty then a stone But since thy Heart of flesh Tears can't perswade My prayes shall be to have it Marble made A Frown INdeed I am the same I was last night My wit 's as safe and have a heart as light As Air in' ts subtlist Motion and I swear I have not wrong'd the least Curl of my hair With violence nor hath my manly Brest with any thumps ridiculous been oprest My Buttons and my Button-holes are firm so is my shirt my Eyes did need no term Of Art or