steer If I essay the strife to end When Ignorance were Wisdom here All thy attempts how can I blame To work my 〈…〉 seek the same The Cure Nymph VVHat busie Cares too timely born Young Swain disturb thy sleep Thy early sighs awake the Morn Thy tears teach her to weep Shepherd Sorrows fair Nymph are full alone Nor counsel can endure Nymph Yet thine disclose for until known Sickness admits no Cure Shepherd My Griefs are such as but to hear Would poyson all thy Joyes The Pitty which thou seem'st to bear My Health thine own destroyes Nymph How can diseased Minds infect Say what thy Grief doth move Shepherd Call up thy vertue to protect Thy Heart and know 't was Love Nymph Fond Swain Shepherd By which I have been long Destin'd to meet with Hate Nymph Fy Shepherd fy thou dost Love wrong To call thy Crime thy Fate Shepherd Alas what Cunning could decline What Force can Love repel Nymph Yet there 's a Way to unconfine Thy Heart Shepherd For pitty tell Nymph Choose one whose Love may be allur'd By thine who ever knew Inveterate Diseases cur'd But by receiving now Shepherd All will like her my Soul perplex Nymph Yet try Shepherd Oh could there be But any softness in that Sex I 'd wish it were in Thee Nymph Thy Prayer is heard learn now t' esteem The kindness She hath shown Who thy lost freedom to redeem Hath forseited her own CELIA Singing ROses in breathing forth their scent Or Stars their borrowed ornament Nymphs in the Watery Sphear that move Or Angels in their orbs above The winged Chariot of the Light Or the slow silent wheels of Night The shade which from the swifter Sun Doth in a circular motion run Or souls that their eternal Rest do keep Make far less noise then Caelia's Breath in sleep But if the Angel which inspires This subtile Flame with active fires Should mould this Breath to words and those Into a Harmony dispose The Musick of this heavenly sphear Would steal each soul out at the Ear And into Plants and Stones infuse A life that Cherubins would choose And with new Powers invert the Laws of Fate Kill those that live and dead things animate A la mesme BElle voix dont mes charmes desrobent mon ame Et aulieu d'un esprit m'animent d'une flamme Dont Iesens la subtile la douce chaleur Enter par non oreille glisser dans mon coeur Me faisant esprever par cette aimable vie Nos ames ne consistent que d'une harmonie Que la vie m'est douce la mort m'est sans peine Puisq ' on les trouve toutes deux dans ton haleine Ne m'espargne donc pas satisfais tes rigueurs Car si tu me souffres de vivre Ie me meurs The Returne BEauty whose soft Magnetick chains Nor time nor absence can unite â—hy power the narrow bounds disdains Of nature or Philosophie That canst by unconfined laws A motion though at distance cause Drawn by the sacred influence Of thy bright eyes I back return And since I no where can dispence With flames that do in absence burn I rather choose 'midst them t' expire Then languish by a hidden fire But if thou insulting pride Of vulgar beauties dost despise Who by vain triumphs Deifide Their votaries do sacrifice Then let those flames whose magick charm At distance scorch'd approch'd but warm Song VVHen I lie burning in thine eye Or freezing in thy brest What Martyrs in wish'd flames that die Are half so pleas'd or blest When thy soft accents through mine ear Into my soul do fly What Angel would not quit his sphear To hear such harmony Or when the kisse thou gav'st me last My soul stole in its breath What life would sooner be embrac'd Then so desir'd a death Then think no freedom I desire Or would my fetters leave Since Phenix-like I from this fire Both life and youth receave The sick Lover GUARINI MY sickly breath Wasts in a double flame Whilst Love and Death To my poor life lay claim The feavour in whose heat I melt By her that causeth it not felt Thou who alone Canst yet wilt grant no ease Why slight'st thou one To feed a new disease Vnequal fair the heart is thine Ah why then should the pain be mine Song CElinda by what potent art Or unresisted charm Dost thou thine ear and frozen heare Against my passion arm Or by what hidden influence Of powers in one combin'd Dost thou rob love of either sense Made deaf as well as blind Sure thou as friends united hast Two distant Deities And scorn within thy heart hast plac'd And love within thine eyes Or those soft fetters of thy hair A bondage that disdains All liberty do guard thine ear Free from all other chains Then my complaint how canst thou hear Or I this passion fly Since thou imprisoned hast thine ear And not confin'd thine eye Song FOol take up thy shaft again If thy store Thou profusely spend in vain Who can furnish thee with more Throw not then away thy darts On impenetrable hearts Think not thy pale flame can warm Into tears Or dissolve the snowy charm Which her frozen bosom wears That expos'd unmelted lies To the bright suns of her eyes But since thou thy power hast lost Nor canst fire Kindle in that breast whose frost Doth these flames in mine inspire Not to thee but Her I 'le sue That disdains both me and you Delay DElay Alas there cannot be To Love a greater Tyrannie Those cruel Beauties that have slain Their Votaries by their disdain Or studied torments sharp and witty Will be recorded for their pitty And after-ages be misled To think them kind when this is spred Of deaths the speediest is despair Delayes the slowest tortures are Thy cruelty at once destroyes But Expectation starves my Joyes Time and Delay may bring me past The power of Love to cure at last And shouldst thou wish to ease my pain Thy pitty might be lent in vain Or if thou hast decreed that I Must fall beneath thy cruelty O kill me soon Thou wilt expresse More Mercy ev'n in shewing lesse Commanded by his Mistris to woe for her MARINO STrange kind of Love that knowe no President A Faith so firm as passeth faiths Extent By a Tyrannick Beauty long subdu'd I now must sue for her to whom I su'd Vnhappy Orator who though I move For Pitty Pitty cannot hope to prove Employing thus against my self my Breath And in anothers Life begging my Death But if such moving Powers my Accents have Why first my own Redresse do I not crave What hopes that I to pitty should encline Anothers Brest who can move none in thine Or how can the griev'd Patient look for ease When the Physitian suffers the dsease If thy sharp Wounds from me expect their Cure 'T is fit those first be heald that I indure Vngentle fair one why dost thou dspence Vnequally thy
sacred Influence VVhy pining me offer'st the precious Food To one by whom nor priz'd nor understood So some clear Brook to the full Main to pay Her needlesse Christ al Tribute hastes away Profusely foolish whilst her niggard Tide Starves the poor Flowres that grow along her side Thou who my Glories art design'd to own Come then and reap the Ioyes that I have sown Yet in thy pride acknowledge though thou bear The happy Prize away the Palm I wear Nor the obedience of my Flame accuse That what I sought my self conspir'd to loose The haplesse state where I am six'd is such To love I seem not cause I Love too much The Repulse NOt that by this disdain I am releas'd And freed from thy tyrannick chain Do I my self think blest Nor that thy Flame shall burn No more for know That I shall into ashes turn Before this fire doth so Nor yet that unconfin'd I now may rove And with new beauties please my mind But that thou ne'r didst love For since thou hast no part Felft of this flame I onely from thy tyrant heart Repuls'd not banish'd am To loose what once was mine Would grieve me more Then those inconstant sweets of thine Had pleas'd my soul before Now I have not lost the blisse I ne'r possest And spight of fate am blest in this That I was never blest The Tombe WHen cruel Fair one I am slain By thy disdain And as a Trophy of thy scorn To some old tombe am born Thy fetters must their power bequeath To those of death Nor can thy flame immortal burn Like monumental fires within an urn Thus freed from thy proud Empire I shall prove There is more liberty in Death then Love And when forsaken Lovers come To see my tombe Take heed thou mix not with the croud And as a Victor proud To view the spoils thy beauty made Presse near my shade Lest thy too cruel breath or name Should fan my ashes back into a flame And thou devour'd by this revengeful fire His sacrifice who dy'd as thine expire But if cold Earth or Marble must Conceal my dust Whilst hid in some dark ruines I Dumb and forgotten lie The pride of all thy victory Will sleep with me And they who should attest thy Glory Will or forget or not believe this story Then to increase thy Triumph let me rest Since by thine Eye slain buried in thy Breast The Enjoyment St. AMANT FAr from the Courts ambitious noise Retir'd to those more harmlesse Ioys Which the sweet Country pleasant fields And my own Court a Cottage yields I liv'd from all disturbance free Though Prisoner Sylvia unto Thee Secur'd from fears which others prove Of the inconstancie of Love A life in my esteem more blest Then e're yet stoopt to deaths Arrest My senses and desires agreed With joynt delight each other feed A blist I reach'd as far above VVords as her Beauty or my Love Such as compar'd with which the Ioyes Of the most happie seem but Toyes Affection I receive and pay My pleasures knew not griefs allay The more I tasted I desir'd The more I quencht my Thirst was fir'd Now in some place where Nature showes Her naked Beauty we repose VVhere she allures the wandring eye With colours which fains Art out-vye Pearls scatter'd by the weeping Morn Each where the glitt'ring Flowers adorn The Mistresse of the youthful year To whom kind Zephyrus doth bear His amorous Vows and frequent Prayer Decks with these Gems her Neck and Hair Hither to quicken Time with sport The little sprightly Loves resort And dancing o're th' enamel'd Mead Their Mistresses the Graces lead Then to refresh themselves repaire To the soft Bosome of my faire Where from the Kisses they bestow Vpon each other such sweets flow As carrie in their mixed Breath A mutual Power of Life and Death Next in an Elms dilated shade We see a rugged Satyre laid Teaching his Reed in a soft strain Of his sweet Anguish to complain Then to a lonely Grove retreat Where day can no admittance get To visit peaceful solitude Whom seeing by Repose pursu'd All busie Cares for fear to spoïle Their calmer Courtship we exile There underneath a Myrtle thought By Fairies sacred where was wrought By Venus hand Loves Mysteries And all the Trophies of her eyes Our Solemn Pray'rs to Heaven we send That our firm Love might know no End Nor time its Vigor er'e impaire Then to the winged God we sware And grav'd the Oath in its smooth Rind Which in our Hearts we deeper find Then to my Dear as if afraid To trie her doubted faith I said Would in thy Soul my Form as cleer As in thy Eyes I see it were She kindly angry saith Thou art Drawn more at large within my Heart These Figures in my Eye appear But small because they are not near Thou through these Glasses sâ—est thy Face As Pictures through their Chrystal Case Now with delight transported I My wreathed Arms about her tie The flatt'ring lvie never holds Her Husband Elme in stricter Folds To cool my fervent Thirst I sip Delicious Nectar from her lip She pledges and so often past This amorous health till Love at last Our Souls did with these pleasures sate And equally in briate A while our senses stoln away Lost in this Extasie we lay Till both together rais'd to Life We reing age in this kind strife Cythaera with her Syrian Boy Could never reach our meanest Ioy The Childish God of Love ne're try'd So much of Love with his cold Bride As we in one embrace include Contesting each to be subdu'd To Celia pleading want of Merit DEar urge no more that killing cause Of our divorce Love is not fetter'd by such laws Nor bows to any force Though thou deniest I should be thine Yet say not thou deserv'st not to be mine Oh rather frown away my breath With thy disdain Or flatter me with smiles to death By joy or sorrow slain 'T is lesse crime to be kill'd by thee Then I thus cause of mine own death should be Thy self of beauty to devest And me of love Or from the worth of thine own breast Thus to detract would prove In us a blindnesse and in thee At best a sacrilegious modestie But Celia if thou wilt despise What all admire Nor rate thy self at the just price Of beauty or desire Yet meet my flames and thou shalt see That equal love knows no disparity Loves Innocence SE how this Ivy strives to twine Her wanton arms about the Vine And her coy lover thus restrains Entangled in her amorous chains See how these neighb'ring Palms do bend Their heads and mutual murmurs send As whisp'ring with a jealous fear Their loves into each others ear Then blush not such a flame to own As like thy self no crime hath known Led by these harmlesse guides we may Embrace and kisse as well as they And like those blessed souls above Whose life is harmony and love Let us
POEMS BY THOMAS STANLEY ESQUIRE Quae nâ—ea culpa tamen nisi si lusisse vocari Culpa potest nisi culpa potest amasse vocari Printed in the Year 1651. The Dedication To LOVE THou whose sole Name all Passions doth comprize Youngest and Eldest of the Deities Born without Parents whose unbounded Raign Moves the firm Eearth fixeth the floating Main Inverts the Course of Heav'n and from the Deep Awakes those Souls that in dark Lethe sleep By thy mysterious Chains seeking t' unite Once more the long-since torn Hermaphrodite He who thy willing Pris'ner long was vow'd And uncompell'd beneath thy Scepter bow'd Returns at last in thy soft Fetters bound With Victory though not with Freedom crown'd And of his Dangers past a grateful Signe Suspends this Tablet at thy numerous Shrine POEMS The Gloworme STav fairest Chariessa stay and mark This animated Gem whose fainter spark Of fading light its birth had from the dark A Star thought by the erring Passenger Which falling from its native Orb dropt here And makes the Earth its Centre now its Sphere Should many of these sparks together be He that the unknown light far off should see Would think it a terrestrial Galaxie Take 't up fair Saint see how it mocks thy fright The paler flame doth not yield heat though light â—hich thus deceives thy Reason through thy sight But see how quickly it ta'ne up doth fade To shine in darkness onely being made By th' brightness of thy light turn'd to a shade And burnt to ashes by thy flaming eyes On the chaste Altar of thy hand it dies As to thy greater light a sacrifice The Breath FAvonius the milder breath o' th' Spring When proudly bearing on his softer wing Rich odours which from the Panchean groves He steals as by the Phenix pyre he moves Profusely doth his sweeter theft dispence To the next Roses blushing innocence But from the grateful Flower a richer scent He back receives then he unto it lent Then laden with his odours richest store He to thy Breath hasts to which these are poor Which whilst the amorous wind to steal essaies He like a wanton Lover 'bout thee playes And sometimes cooling thy soft cheek doth lie And sometimes burning at thy flaming eye Drawn in at last by that breath we implore He now returns far sweeter then before And rich by being rob'd in Thee he finds The burning sweets of Pyres the cool of Winds Desiring her to burn his Verses THese Papers Chariessa let thy breath Condemn thy hand unto the flames bequeath 'T is fit who gave them life should give them death And whilst in curled flames to Heaven they rise Each trembling sheet shall as it upwards flies Present it self to thee a sacrifice Then when about its native orb it came And reacht the lesser lights o' th' sky this flame Contracted to a Star should wear thy name Or falling down on earth from its bright sphear Shall in a Diamonds shape its lustre bear And trouble as it did before thine ear But thou wilt cruel even in mercy be Unequal in thy justice who dost free Things without sense from flames and yet not Me The Night A Dialogue CHARIESSA VVHat if Night Should betray us and reveal To the light All the pleasures that we steal Philocharis Fairest we Safely may this fear despise How can She See our actions who wants eyes Chariessa Each dimne starre And the clearer lights we know Nights eyes are They were blind that thought her so Philocharis Those pale fires Onely burn to yield a light T' our desires And though blind to give us sight Chariessa By this shade That surrounds us might our flame Be betraid And the day disclose its name Philocharis Dearest Fair These dark witnesses we finde Silent are Night is dumb as well as blinde Chorus Then whilst these black shades conceal us We will scorn Th' envious Morn And the Sun that would reveal us Our flames shall thus their mutual light betray And night wth these joys crown'd outshine the day Excuse for wishing Her lesse Fair WHy thy passion should it move That I wisht thy Beauty lesse Fools desire what is above Power of nature to expresse And to wish it had been more Had been to outwish her store If the flames within thine eye Did not too great heat inspire Men might languish yet not die At thy lesse ungentle fire And might on thy weaker light Gaze and yet not lose their sight Nor would'st thou lesse fair appear For detraction addes to thee If some parts lesse beauteous were Others would much fairer be Nor can any part we know Best be styl'd when all are so Thus this great excesse of light Which now dazles our weak eyes Would ecclips'd appear more bright And the onely way to rise Or to be more fair for thee Celia is lesse fair to be Chang'd yet Constant. WRong me no more In thy complaint Blam'd for Inconstancy I vow'd t' adore The fairest Saint Nor chang'd whilst thou wert she But if another Thee outshine Th' Inconstancy is onely Thine To be by such Blind Fools admir'd Gives thee but small esteem By whom as much Thou'dst be desir'd Didst thou lesse beautious seem Sure why they love they know not well Who why they should not cannot tell Women are by Themselves betray'd And to their short joyes cruel Who foolishly Themselves perswade Flames can outlast their fuel None though Platonick their pretence With Reason love unlesse by Sence And He by whose Command to Thee I did my heart resigne Now bids me choose A Deity Diviner far then thine No power can Love from Beauty sever I 'me still Loves subject thine was never The fairest She Whom none surpasse To love hath onely right And such to me Thy Beauty was Till one I found more bright But'twere as impious to adore Thee now as not t' have don't before Nor is it just By rules of Love Thou should'st deny to quit A heart that must Anothers prove Ev'n in thy right to it Must not thy Subjects Captives be To her who triumphs over Thee Cease then in vain To blot my name With forg'd Apostasie Thine is that stain Who dar'st to claim What others ask of Thee Of Lovers they are onely true Who pay their Hearts where they are due The Self-Deceaver MONTALVAN DEccav'd and undeceav'd to be At once I seek with equal care Wretched in the discovery Happy if cozen'd still I were Yet certain ill of ill hath lesse Then the mistrust of happinesse But if when I have reach'd my Ainn That which I seek less worthy prove Yet still my Love remains the same The subject not deserving Love I can no longer be excus'd Now more in fault as less abus'd Then let me flatter my Desires And doubt what I might know too sure He that to cheat himself conspires From falsehood doth his Faith secure In Love uncertain to believe I am deceiv'd doth undeceive For if my Life on Doubt depend And in distrust inconstant
reside Chor. Both Souls thus in desire are one And each is two in Skill Doubled in Intellect alone United in the Will Weal Nature no such Power doth know Love only can these Wonders show Vnaltred by Sicknesse SIcknesse in vain thou dost invade A Beauty that can never fade Could all thy Malice but impair One of the sweets which crown this fair Or steal the spirits from her Eye Or kisse into a paler dye The blushing Roses of her Cheek Our drooping hopes might justly seek Redress from thee and thou mightst save Thousands of Lovers from the Grave But such assaults are vain for she Is too divine to stoop to thee Blest with a Form as much too high For any Change as Destiny Which no attempt can violate For what 's her Beauty is our Fate On His Mistresse's Death PETRARCH Love the Ripe Harvest of my toils Began to cherish with his Smiles Preparing me to be indued With all the Ioyes I long pursued When my fresh Hopes fair and full blown Death blasts ere I could call my own Malicious Death why with rude Force Dost thou my fair from me divorce False Life why in this loathed Chain Me from my fair dost thou detain In whom assistance shall I finde Alike are Life and Death unkinde Pardon me Love thy power outshines And laughs at their infirm designes She is not wedded to a Tomb Nor I to sorrow in her room They what thou joyn'st can nere divide She lives in me in her I dy'd The Exequies DRaw neer You Lovers that complain Of Fortune or Disdain And to my Ashes lend a tear Melt the hard marble with your grones And soften the relentlesse Stones Whose cold imbraces the sad Subject hide Of all Loves cruelties and Beauties Pride No Verse No Epicedium bring Nor peaceful Requiem sing To charm the terrâ—â—rs of my Herse No prophane Numbers must flow neer The sacred silence that dwells here Vast Griefs are dumb softly oh softly mourn Lest you disturb the Peace attends my Urn Yet strew Upon my dismall Grave Such offerings as you have Forsaken Cypresse and sad Ewe For kinder Flowers can take no Birth Or growth from such unhappy Earth Weep only o're my Dust and say Here lies To Love and Fate an equal Sacrifice The Silkworm THis Silk-worm to long Sleep retir'd The early Year hath re-inspir'd Who now to pay to thee prepares The Tribute of her pleasing cares And hastens with industrious toyl To make thy Ornament her Spoyl See with what pain she spins for thee The thread of her own Destinie Then growing proud in Death to know That all her curious Labours thou Wilt as in Triumph deign to wear Retires to her soft Sepulchre Such Dearest is that hapless State To which I am design'd by Fate Who by thee willingly o'recome Work mine own Fetters and my Tomb A Ladie weeping MONTALVAN AS when some Brook flies from it self away The murm'ring Christal loosely runs astray And as about the verdant Plain it windes The Meadows with a silver ribband bindes Printing a kisse on every Flower she meets Loosing her self to fill them with new sweets To scatter frost upon the Lilies Head And Scarlet on the Gilliflower to spread So melting sorrow in the fair disguise Of humid Stars flow'd from bright Cloris Eyes Which watring every Flower her Cheek discloses Melt into Iesmines here there into Roses Ambition I Must no longer now admire The coldnesse which possest Thy snowy Breast That can by other Flames be set on Fire Poor Love to harsh Disdain betray'd Is by Ambition thus out-weigh'd Hadst thou but known the vast extent Of Constant Faith how farre 'Bove all that are Born slaves to Wealth or Honours vain ascent No richer Treasure couldst thou finde Than hearts with mutual Chains combin'd But Love is too despis'd a name And must not hope to rise Above these ties Honour and Wealth out-shine his paler Flame These unite Souls whilst true desire Unpitied dies in its own Fire Yet cruel Fair one I did aim With no less Justice too Than those that sue For other hopes and thy proud Fortunes claim Wealth honours honours wealth approve But Beauty's only meant for Love Song VVHen Dearest Beauty thou shalt pay Thy faith and my vain hope away To some dull soul that cannot know The worth of that thou dost bestow Lest with my sighs and tears I might Disturb thy unconfin'd delight To some dark shade I will retire And there forgot by all expire Thus whilst the difference thou shalt prove Betwixt a feign'd and real Love Whilst he more happy but lesse true Shall reap those joyes I did pursue And with those pleasures crowned be By Fate which Love design'd for me Then thou perhaps thy self wilt finde Cruel too long or too soon kinde The Revenge RONSARD FAir Rebell to thy self and Time Who laughst at all my tears When thou hast lost thy youthfull prime And age his Trophie rears Weighing thy inconsiderate pride Thou shalt in vain accuse it Why Beauty am I now deni'd Or knew not then to use it Then shall I wish ungentle Fair Thou in like flames may'st burn Venus if just will hear my prayer And I shall laugh my turn Song I Will not trust thy tempting graces Or thy deceitful charms Nor pris'ner be to thy embraces Or fetter'd in thy arms No Celia no not all thy art Can wound or captivate my heart I will not gaze upon thy Eyes Or wanton with thy Hair Lest those should burn me by surprize Or these my soul ensnare Nor with those smiling dangers play Or fool my Liberty away Since then my wary heart is free And unconfin'd as thine If thou would'st mine should captiv'd be Thou must thine own resigne And gratitude may thus move more Then Love or Beauty could before Song NO I will sooner trust the Wind When falsely kind It courts the pregnant Sails into a storm And when the smiling Waves perswade Be willingly betray'd Then thy deceitful Vows or Form Go and beguile some easie heart With thy vain art Thy smiles and kisses on those fools bestow Who only see the Calms that sleep On this smooth flatt'ring Deep But not the hidden dangers know They that like me thy Falsehood prove Will scorn thy Love Some may deceiv'd at first adore thy Shrine But He that as thy sacrifice Doth willingly fall twice Dies his own Martyr and not thine To a blinde Man in Love MARINO LOver than Love more blinde whose bold thoughts dare Fix on a Woman is both young and fair If Argus with a hundred Eyes not one Could guard hop'st thou to keep thine who hast none Answer I 'm blinde 't is true but in Loves rules defect Of sence is aided by the Intellect And senses by each other are suppli'd The touch enjoyes what 's to the sight deni'd Song I Prethee let my heart alone Since now t is rais'd above thee Not all the Beauty thou dost own Again can make me love thee He that was shipwrack'd once
before By such a Syrens call And yet neglects to shun that shore Deserves his second fall Each flatt'ring kiss each tempting smile Thou dost in vain bestow Some other Lovers might beguile Who not thy falsehood know But I am proof against all art No vowes shall e're perswade me Twice to present a wounded Heart To her that hath betray'd me Could I again be brought to love Thy form though more divine I might thy scorn as justly move As now thou sufferest mine The Losse YEt ere I go Disdainsul Beauty thou shalt be So wretched as to know What Joys thou fling'st away with me A Faith so bright As Time or Fortune could not rust So firm that Lovers might Have read thy story in my dust And crown'd thy Name With Laurel verdant as thy Youth Whil'st the shrill voice of Fame Spread wide thy Beauty and my Truth This thou hast lost For all true Lovers when they finde That my just aims were crost Will speak thee lighter then the winde And none will lay Any oblation on thy shrine But such as would betray Thy faith to faiths as false as thine Yet if thou chuse On such thy freedom to bestow Affection may excuse For love from Sympathy doth flow The Self-cruel CAst off for shame ungentle maid That misbecoming Joy thou wear'st For in my Death though long delay'd Unwisely cruel thou appearst Insult o're Captives with disdain Thou canst not triumph o're the slain No I am now no longer thine Nor canst thou take delight to see Him whom thy Love did once confine Set though by Death at Liberty For if my fall a smile beget Thou gloriest in thy own Defeat Behold how thy unthrifty pride Hath murthered him that did maintain it And wary Souls who never tride Thy Tyrant Beauty will disdain it But I am softer and that me Thou wouldst not pity pity thee Song By M. W. M. WErt thou yet fairer then thou art Which lies not in the power of Art Or hadst thou in thine Eyes more Darts Then ever Cupid shot at Hearts Yet if they were not thrown at me I would not cast a Thought on Thee I de rather marry a Disease Than court the thing I cannot please She that will cherish my Desires Must meet my Flames with equal Fires What pleasure is there in a Kisse To him that doubts the Hearts not his I love thee not because th' art fair Softer then down smoother then Air Nor for the Cupids that do lie In either Corner of thine Eye Wouldst thou then know what it might be 'T is I love you 'cause you love me Answer WErt thou by all Affections sought And fairer then thou wouldst be thought Or had thine Eyes as many Darts As thou believ'st they shoot at Hearts Yet if thy Love were paid to me I would not offer mine to thee I de sooner court a Feavers heat Then her that owns a Flame as great She that my Love will entertain Must meet it with no lesse disdain For mutual Fires themselves destroy And willing Kisses yield no Joy I love thee not because alone Thou canst all Beauty call thine own Nor doth my passion fuel seek In thy bright Eye or softer Cheek Then fairest if thou wouldst know why I love thee cause thou canst deny The Relapse OH turn away those cruel Eyes The stars of my undoing Or death in such a bright disguise May tempt a second wooing Punish their blindly impious Pride Who dare contemn thy glory It was my fall that deifi'd Thy name and seal'd thy Story Yet no new sufferings can prepare A higher praise to crown thee Though my first death proclaim thee fair My second will unthrone thee Lovers will doubt thou canst entice No other for thy fuel And if thou burn one Victime twice Both think thee poor and cruel To the Countess of S. with the holy Court Madam SInce every place you blesse the name This Book assumes may justlier claim What more a Court then where you shine And where your soul what more divine You may perhaps doubt at first sight That it usurps upon your right And praising vertues that belong To you in others doth yours wrong No 't is your self you read in all Perfections earlier Ages call Their own all Glories they e're knew Were but faint Prophecies of you You then have here sole Int'rest whom 't is meant As well to entertain as represent Song DE VOITURE I Languish in a silent Flame For she to whom my vowes encline Doth own perfections so divine That but to speak were to disclose her Name If I should say that she the Store Of Natures Graces doth comprize The Love and wonder of all Eyes Who will not guesse the Beauty I adore Or though I warily conceal The Charms her looks and Soul possess Should I her cruelty expresse And say she smiles at all the Pains we feel Among such suppliants as implore Pitty distributing her Hate Inexorable as their Fate Who will not guesse the Beauty I adore Drawn for Valentine by the L. D. S. THough 'gainst me Love and Destiny conspire Though I must waste in an unpitied fire By the same Deity severe as fair Commanded adoration and despair Though I am mark'd for Sacrifice to tell The growing age what dangerous Glories dwell In this bright dawn who when she spreads her raies Will challenge every heart and every praise Yet she who to all hope forbids my claim By Fortune's taught indulgence to my Flame Great Queen of chance unjustly we exclude Thy Power an int'rest in Beatitude Who with mysterious judgement dost dispence The Bounties of unerring Providence Whilst we to whom the causes are unknown Would stile that blindness thine which is our own As kinde in Justice to thy self as me Thou hast redeem'd thy Name and Votarie Nor will I prize this lesse for being thine Nor longer at my Destinie repine Counselâ— and choice are things below thy State Fortune relieves the cruelties of Fate The modest Wish BARCLAY REach Incense Boy Thou pious Flamen pray To genial Deities these Rites we pay Fly far from hence such as are only taught To fear the Gods by guilt of Crime or Thought This is my Suit grant it Celestial Powers If what my will Affects oppose not yours First pure before your Altars may I stand And practise studiously what you command My Parents Faith devoutly let me prize Nor what my Ancestors esteem'd despise Let me not vext enquire when thriving Ill Depresseth good why thunder is so still No such ambitious knowledge trouble Me Those curious Thoughts advance not Piety Peaceful my House in Wife and Children blest Nor these beyond my Fortunes be increast None couzen me with Friendships specious Glosse None dearly buy my Friendship with their Losse To Suits nor wars my quiet be betray'd My quiet to the Muses justly pay'd Want never force me court the rich with Lies And intermix my suit with Flatteries Let my sure friends deceive the tedious Light And my sound