Sabines lived thus Thus Remus and his Brother Romulus Warlick Hetruria thus to Greatnes grew Yea Rome herself to whom all Nations sue Th' admired Minion of the World thus rose And in one Wall seaven Towres did thus inclose And long before the Cretian King did raign And cruell People liv'd by Bullocks slain Good Saturn thus on Earth did spend his Daies Fearfull Alarums yet men did not raise To hatefull Wars nor on hard Anvils wrought With crackling noise for slaughter Swords were sought But now i th' Wilde-goose-Chase o'r-hal'd with Pains 'T is time to loose my froathing Horses Rains Ex M. Antonio Flaminio ad Agellum suum Sic incipit Vmbrae frigidulae c. COol Shades Air-fanning Groves With your soft Whisperings Where Pleasure smiling roves Through deawie Caves Springs And bathes her purple Wings With Flowrs inameld Ground Nature's fair Tapestry Where chattering Birds abound Flickring from Tree to Tree With Change of Melody Sweet Liberty and Leasures Where still the Muses keep O! if to those true Treasures That from your Bosoms peep I might securely creep If I might spend my Daies Remote from publike Brawls Now tuning lovely Laies Now light-foot Madrigals Ne'r checkt with sudden Calls Now follow Sleep that goes Rustling i th' green-wood Shade Now milk my Goat that knowes With her yong fearfull Cade The Pail i th' cooly Glade And with Boawls fild to th' Brims Of milky Moisture new To water my dry'd Lims And t' all the wrangling Crew Of Cares to bid Adew What Life then should I lead How like then would it bee Vnto the Gods that tread i th' starry Gallery Of true Felicity But you O Virgins sweet In Helicon thar dwell That oft the Fountains greet When you the Pleasures tell i th' Country that excell If I my Life though dear For your far dearer sake To yeeld would nothing fear From Citie 's Tumults take-mee And free i th' Country make-mee FINIS TO THE RIGHT WORSIPfull Sr. RICHARD HVTTON Knight one of his Maiesties Iustices in the Court of Common Pleas. IF my Hopes harvest Worthy Sir had not Been blasted with the Breath of dull Despaire My Muse ne'r branded with the hatefull blot Of cheap Ingratitude freed from base Care The Tribute of her Love for Causes iust Would not so long have smothered in the Dust Yet lookes Shee for one Sun-shine Day Mean while Accept these Gleanings gathered in the Fields Of good Free-holders in the blessed I le Where each one shewes as his Affection yeelds Who is most blest which none can better tell Then the sweet Singer doth of Israel Your Worships in his best indeavors to command IOH ASHMORE OF A BLESSED LIFE MARTIALIS ad seipsum vel potius ad Iulium Martialem Lib. 10. Epigr. 47. O Merrie Martial I mistake A happy Life if these not make Riches bequeath'd not got by toyle A fire ne'r out no barren Soyle No Strife seld ' Office a Minde found Still calme fit Strength a Body sound Wise Smpleness Friends equall bred No costly Fare a Boord soon spred Nights never drunk but from Cares free A gamesome Bed with Modestie Sleep making Darkness short to bee Be with thy State Content so stay Wish not nor feare thy Fatall-Day Strigillius contra Martialem O Trifling Martial t is most sure That these things a blest Life procure Sense of our Sinne an Heart relenting Griefe for our errors Tears repenting And Faith that saving Health embraceth For he that on this sure Rock placeth His ne'r-shak't Faith thar Christ alone True God our Nature hath put-on And Vs markt with Deaths blackest Letters Vnto eternall Chaines and Fetters Hath ransomd with his dearest Blood And 'twixt God's Wrath and Vs hath stood In Heaven he shall 'mong Heroës blest Crownd with unblasted Bayes still rest Perhaps thou 'l say These words are blunt Nor Romans so to speak ar wont O trifling Martial t is most sure That these things a blest Life procure Georg. Fabricius THese things true Happiness doe teach At which well-minded Christians reach God rightly and thy selfe to knowe And what thou dost thy Neighbour owe A temperate Tongue chaste Speech Heart pure A cheerfull Giver's Hand to th' Poore A Life with small and 's owne Content Vnstaind Faith and Love permanent A Minde with good Success not drunk Nor with disastrous chances shrunk But which good Hope keeps and makes bolde His Saviour Christ still to beholde Ad Martialem Lib. 5. Epigr. 21. IF that with thee dear Martial I might Securely spend my dayes as I desire If vacant time we might dispose aright And at the last to a true life retire No Princes Courts nor houses would we knowe Of mighty men nor irksome sutes would trie Nor unto greedy Lawyers would we goe Nor poare on a proud worm-gnawn Pedegree But a well-pend and lively acted Scene Small Brooks Fields Walks fair Damsels Bathes and Shades Should be the Labours we would entertaine Should be the Shops wherein we still would trade Now neither of vs lives t' himselfe Alas But doth perceive with grief of minde and see How fair Suns rise and how away they pass Fruit-less to us for which we blamed be Doth not a man to live that knowes the way Cut-off encumbrances that thence him stay Marcus Antonius Flaminius ad Steph. Saulum Sic incipiens Ne tu beatum dixeris c. THink not good Saul that hee is blest Through Cities stately Gates that goes With swarms of crouching Suters prest And noble Peers that him in close No not if in high-rooft Barnes he Fair Affricks fertile Harvests hold And Gems and polisht Ivory Possess and ruddy heaps of Gold Nor he the secret Seales that opes Of Causes or by skill profound Mounts to the Stars or by Wit gropes To finde the Treasures hid i th' Ground But him thou Blessed well mayst call That rightly doth his God adore And from his Precepts doth not fall But them than Gold esteemeth more He 's not puft-up with peoples Praise But still God's Praise to him is dear Which to maintaine and more to raise Reproches he doth willing beare And often from Earth's Cares set free His happy Soule to Heaven ascends Where it enioyes the Deïtie And parlies with celestiall Friends And so full fraught with heavenly Ioy Vnto an higher pitch he riseth Than worldly Dangers can annoy And Mens mad purposes despiseth The Shepheard so from perill farre As he secure lies in his Cave Beholds the sturdy Windes at warre With Seas that proudly swell and rave Lipsij laus vota Vitae beatae HEe 's like the gods and higher then The rest-less Race of mortall Men That wisheth not or in despaire The doubtfull Day of Death doth feare In whom Ambition doth not raigne That is not vext with hope of Gaine That trembles not at Threats of Kings Nor Darts that angry Iove down flings But firmely seated in one Place Vulgar Delights doth scorne as base That of his Life one Tenor keeps Secure that wakes secure that sleeps If I might live at mine owne pleasure I would no Office seek nor Treasure Nor captive Troups should me attend As to my Charret I ascend Drawne by white Steeds with Shouts and Cries A Spectacle to gazing Eyes In Places I remote would be Gardens and Fields should solace me There at the bubbling waters noyse I with the Muses would reioyce So when my Lachesis hath spun The thread of Life she well drew on Not unto any man a Foe I full of Years from hence would goe And Date my dayes in quiet state As my good Langius did of late Psalmus Primus DAVIDIS Beatus vir c. HEe happy is amongst the brain-sick Crue Of ill-advising men that doth not walk Nor the lewd Path of wicked men pursue Of holy things that dare profanely talke Nor in the Scorners chaire sits swoln with Pride That God contemne and Godliness deride But hee seeks-out farre-better Wayes to tread Led in the winding Labyrinth of this Life By his Creator's Lawes as a sure thread That guides him through cross-wayes of worldly Strife By it his Words and Actions he doth frame Earely and late he thinks upon the fame Hee 's like a thick-leav'd tree that planted is By the green Bank of som smooth-gliding Stream That with his fruitfull armes stretcht-forth doth bliss The Labourers Paines which Phoebus with his beam Doth ne'r so search nor Winters rage can stay But yearly Rent she to her Lord will pay So shall not the ungodly and unkinde Despisers of Gods Statutes and his Grace That with themselves at war no Rest can finde But like the Chaf are tost from place to place With every sudden blast of Winde that bloweth Which scorns their lightness and to Heaven it sheweth For when the iust Iudge comes in a bright Cloud Circled with Angels cloath'd with Maiesty The wicked daunted will cry-out aloud Casshierd from Saints for their impiety For as in good mens Wayes God takes Delight So he o'r-throwes all wicked By-wayes quite FINIS
The Temples wall that 's consecrated To every eye the Table showes Where my sad ship-wrack is related And how i th' midst of all my woes I hung to th' Sea god after strange beseeches My doublet wringing wet and cod-piec't breeches Ad Martium Censorinū Lib. 4. Ode 8. THE ARGVMENT That to his friends he nothing sends But Verses and this gift Doth make mens name resound with fame And them to heaven up-lift RIch plate and Iewels that do lively showe The work-mans skill I frankly would bestowe Vpon my friends O Censorine I would Give them faire tables garnished with gold In-layd with Ivory on strong trestles set Th' high-priz'd rewards of valiant Greeks Nor yet Shouldst thou the worst have if I did abound With those things that Parrhasius have renown'd Or Scophas to these present times The one Cunning in colours th' other in hard stone To make a man or god But this I want And of such ornaments thou hast no scant Thou verses lov'st I verses can give well And of this gift the worthy praises tell No marble Statues with high titles wrought By which both breath and life againe is brought To noble Captaines after they are dead Nor Hanniball with break-neck speed that fled When all his threats upon himselfe return'd Nor faith-less Carthage into cinders burn'd Doe more his noble acts commit to Fame Affrick subdu'd that gaind a glorious name Then the Calabrian Muses If they faile To doe good deeds it nought will thee availe Had not the Boyes name long since from us fled Whom Mars when Ilia lost her maiden-head Begot if envious silence could from us Conceale the acts of worthy Romulus From Stygian rivers Aeacus set free By powr-full skill of divine Poësie Is canoniz'd for ever to remaine Amongst th' Heroës in th' Elysian Plaine Praise-worthy men the Muse forbids to die The Muse men blesseth with eternitie Great-hearted Hercules is so Ioues guest And frolicks with him at his wished feast The two Tindarian twins so safely keep The Ships though tost in billowes of the Deep So Mars his temples circled with vine-bowes Grants mens requests and binds them to their vowes Ad Lydiam Lib. 3. Ode 9. THE ARGVMENT Though late some iarre did them debar From kindness us'd before Yet ioyntly now they make a vow Of love for ever-more Hor. WHile lately Lydia thou didst love me When thy white neck I in mine arms then blest did fold And thou no Gallant grac't above me I then the Persian King more happy was inrould Lyd. While Horace thine affections flame Was firme and Lydia thou then Chloë ' steemd not less Thy Lydia then of no meane fame I liv'd more honor'd then the Roman Emperess Hor. Now Thracian Chlo ' has my heart sure That sweetly bears a part in prick-song and can play For whom I would deaths paine indure If so the Dest'nies would put off her dying day Lyd. Kinde Calais and me Love so Heats with his mutuall fire dispersing clouds of strife That twice I death would undergo If for my Boy I could renew his lease of life Hor. What if old Love to us wing make And us now severd in still lasting links do binde If gold-haird Chloë I forsake And Lydia my door ne'r shut against her finde Lyd. Though he be fairer then a starre Thou lighter then the cork that still doth floting lie And angrier then enrag'd Seas farre I love with thee to live with thee I wish to die Eadem aliter THE ARGVMENT In one state they can never stay Whom Cupids toyes intangle What now they chuse they straight refuse Still fickle and new-fangle Hor. WHen I enioy'd thee without check And none more welcome did embrace The snowie treasure of thy neck The Persian Monarke gave me place Lyd. While thou lov'd not another more Nor Chloë bare away the bell From Lydia renownd before I Roman Ilia did excell Hor. Chloë my Mistris is of Thrace Whose warbling voyce by skill is led For whom I would see Death's pale face If she might live when I am dead Lyd. Now Calais is my hearts delight He answers me with love againe For whom I twice with Death would fight If he my halfe-selfe might remaine Hor. What if sweet Venus doe revive And true-loues-knot between us tie If from my thoughts faire Chlo ' I drive If my doore ope when Lydia 's nie Lyd. Though he then stars be fairer farre Thou angrier then the raging Seas When ' gainst the sturdy rocks they warre With thee I 'll live and end my dayes Eadem paulo fusius THE ARGVMENT The storme now spent of discontent If Lovers words be true The bonds againe still to remaine Of loue we will renew WHen I had scal'd and did possesse The happy Fortress of thy love And all assaylants comfortless Tir'd with long siege did thence remove In Fortunes lap who then but I By Venus luld-asleep did lie Lyd. While thou this lovely fort kept well And thy affections did not range Nor ' gainst thee oft made vowes rebell Nor Lydia did for Chloë change No Princesse was more blest in earth I then did draw most happy breath Hor. Now Thracian Chloë hath the raines Of my affection in her hands Skilfull in Musicks sweetest straines And well to play she understands For whom I would breathe out my last If she might live when my life 's past Lyd. Well featur'd Calaïs is my ioy He hath possession of my heart He sets me free from all annoy He love for loue doth still impart For him I twice would death endure If him long life it might procure Hor. What are our iarres if Venus smile And cunning with her grace-full traine Our mindes distracted reconcile And binde us in a stedfast chaine If from my house faire Chlo ' I reave That it my Lydia may receiue Lyd. Though he in beauty farre excell The stars the fairest youth alive And thou unconstant be and fell As waves against the windes that strive With thee I would in life remaine With thee I death would intertaine Iulius Scaliger so extolleth this Ode and the next following that I assaid to translate this three waies desirous that one of them may give content His words are these Inter caeteras duas animadverti quibus ne Ambrosiam quidē aut Nectar dulciora putem Altera 3 4. lib. Altera 9. tertij Donec gratus eram c. Quarum similes malim à me compositas quam Pithonicarum multas Pindari quarum similes malo composuisse quam essetotius Taraconensis Rex Ad Melpomenen Lib. 4. Ode 3. THE ARGVMENT Whose birth the Mase doth not refuse To grace with friendly eye Shall glory gaine by the sweet veine Of divine Poësie WHose birth Melpomeney Thou smiling look'st upon No toyle in Isthmos him can make A famous Champion No stately Steeds shall draw Contending for the prize His conquering Charet going on With ioyfull shouts and cryes Nor good successe in warre To th' Capitoll him brings Adornd with bayes
bemone Like the true Turtle that his lovely mate As she is busie feeding of her young Beholds o th' sudden O ungentle Fate With a wreath'd Serpent slily creeping stung Whose poyson shed it selfe in t ' ev'ry part And ceased not till it had seiz'd her hart Her Minde devout her Life was harmless led To parents children and to thee most dear With hope of Ioy she on her dying bed Vndanted intertain'd Death drawing neare In Earth she by these vertues was commended These were the staires by which she Heaven ascended Then serve a Supersede as on thy Woe She will be absent from thee but a while Meanewhile the houres that lingring seem too slowe Thou with her lively pictures maist beguile The time 's at hand when ioynd in Ioyes for ever Nor Time nor Death shall powr have you to sever An Epitaph upon the death of ELISABETH BRIGGES Daughter to the discreet Matron and Widow Bettrice Brigges COme Virgins come Why doe you linger so With streams of tears that frō your swoln eys showr Her Grave with Roses and with Lillies strowe That of your Garland was the fairest Flowr Lillies and Roses soon decay and perish While bitter Worm-wood and sharp Nettles flourish Your Garlands breake henceforth no garlands beare Their fading doth your fading state expresse For Garlands deadly Yeugh and Elder weare And branches of the saddest Cyparesse Lillies and Roses c. Ye Holly-hocks why hold you downe your heads And Violets why pine you so away Because alas that shee from you is fled That drest you and hath tane her leaue for aye Lillies and Roses c. O Hymen why didst thou pale Death permit Within thy Right to set his hate-full feet And take her that for thy sweet Rites was fit For Bridals that gave her a Winding-sheet Lilies and Roses c. When Death arrested her with his sad Mace And clowdy Mists her Senses over-spread Her native favour he could not disgrace Which was compos'd of purest white and red Lillies and roses c. All that thy sweet conditions did knowe Desired that their lives they so might spend And all that from this life did see thee goe Desired that their lives they might so end Lillies and Roses soone decay and perish While bitter Worm-wood and sharp Nettles flourish To Sir IOHN MALLORY Knight after his Recovery from a great Sickness OF late when Sickness on thy limbs did seise Which Physicks skill could nothing help or ease And with an Habeas Corpus Death was prest With Non Omittas ready theet ' arrest Each corner of thy house was fild with Wo And sense-distracting Grief ran to and fro Which heard the Cry oth'Poor about thy gates So shak't the doors of th'Adamantine Fates That by their Page th'a Supersede as sent To Death to shew th 'had altered their intent For if we take him one of them did say How many will with hunger pine away In Matildam When Maud hath tane deep moultar of the Can She tels long stories of her dead Good-man How kinde he was to her at bed and boord And that he never gave her angry word Twixt every Cup she talks no Healths forbears Which her resolves like Niobé to Tears Then sighes she and drinks off another Cup For Sorrow's dry then suddenly gets-up Nor can her Gossips cause her longer stay And t' her dear husbands Grave she takes the way And thither come crossing her selfe doth weep Then wrings her hands kneels down and fals asleep To the vertuous and fairely spreading Buds of Beautie Mistris Marie Francis and Ioane Metcalf daughters of Sir Thomas Metcalf Knight he dedicates these Roses Ex Ausonio i Th' Spring the Day by fair Aurora led Breath'd cooly yet the Sense with pleasure fed Quick Aire before the Fastern Steeds did run Advising to prevent the scorching Sun Then rov'd I in a garden by a spring Where to delight me fitted every thing A candie Pearle upon each grass-pile hung Nor sparingly Pearles on the hearbs were flung On cawles of Cobweb-lawne glaz'd spangles plaid Which full of heavenly liquor down-ward swaid I saw the Rose-beds with trim dressings proud Which till faire Day a deawie vaile did shrowd Ith'thickets Gems were scattered here and there Which hide themselves when Phoebus rayes appeare Whether the Rose Auror ' or she hath dy'd The Rose with maidens-blush t 's not yet try'd Their Deaw their Colour and their Morn is one And both from Venus have protection Perhaps their savour's one Ith'aire That 's spent This neerer us hath a farre sweeter sent One Goddess guides the Star and the Flowre too And clad in Scarlet liveries both goe Nor suddenly the branches of the Rose In equall distances themselves disclose This bravely weares a Periwig on her head Her pretty Leaves are all with Purple spread From her square Base she climbs and up ascendeth And pointed with a Rubie-button bendeth Her plaited Robes this gathers in the top Ready to open now her silken Shop Her smiling Treasures then she sheweth plaine And seeds of Saffron which there safe remaine Shee that but now her golden Leaves did brandish Now pale alas left of her Leaves doth languish I mus'd to see their Beauty did not stay And in their Cradle that their Hairs grew gray Even while I speake see how their Glory Sheds And how their Punick-pride the Ground o'r-spreads Such Shapes such Births and divers Changes growne In one day are in one day overthrowne We blame thee Nature that Flowrs soon decay Thou onely shew'st them then tak'st them away The age of Roses but one day doth last Which being gon their youthfull time is past Her whom now born the Sun saw rising red Setting he fainting sees on her Death-bed Yet her Short Life required is that she Lives ever in her faire Posteritie Pull Roses Virgins while the time doth last And think how soon your Rose-time will be past To Mr. WILLIAM MALLORY and his deare brother IOHN the generous and gracefull children of Mr. WILLIAM MALLORY Esquire SEe here the Map of humane Miserie The Labyrinth that you are entring to Full of cross-waies of ambiguitie Like to Maeander running to and fro Here had you need of Ariadneys clue Which in all doubts will aide and succor you By help of it the Minotaur you 'll slay A Monster bred of Lust and lewd Desire And being rid of that perplexed way To sweet repose of minde you 'll thence retire Those that to kill this Monster doe not strive Shall peece-meal be devour'd of him alive And may not I the Palinurus now That at the Helm in a calm River sit Of your lancht Frigot tell what th' heavens foreshowe That happy Windes shall still attend on it And that great Neptune with his azure traine Will steer it till the happy Port it gaine Ausonius ex graeco de ambiguitate eligendae vitae Edyl. 15. begining thus Quod vitae sectaboriter c. WHat kinde of life may I desire as best If Courts of Iustice