cruel Beauty's Love To him and to his Truth ingrate Idolater does he not prove That from his pow'rless Idol never Receives a Med'cine for his Fever IV. They say the unweary'd Lovers pains By instance meet with good success For he by force his end obtains 'T is an odd method of Address To what Design so e're 't relate Still still to be importunate V. Do but observe the hourly Fears Of your pretended faithful Lover Nothing but Sorrow Sighs and Tears You in his chearfull'st Looks discover As though the Lovers Sophistry Were nothing but to whine and cry VI. â—â—â—ght he by a Man's Name be styl'd â—hat losing th' Honor of a Man â—hines for his Pepin like a Child â—hipt and sent back to School again Or rather Fool that thinks amiss He loves but knows not what Love is VII 〈◊〉 my part I 'll decline this Folly 〈◊〉 others harms thank Fate grown wise â—â—ch Dotage begets Melancholly â— must profess Loves Liberties And never angry am at all At them who me inconstamt call SONNET Out of Astrea SInce I must now eradicate the Flame Which seeing you Love in my Bosom plac't And the Desires which thus long could last Kindled so well and nourisht in the same Since Time that first saw their Original Must triumph in their end and Victor be Let 's have a brave Design and to be free Cut off at once the Briar-rose and all â—et us put out the Fire Love has begot â—â—eak the tough Cord tied with so fast a knot And voluntary take a brave adieu â—o shall we nobly conquer Love and Fate â—nd at the Liberty of choice do that Which time its self at last would make us do A PARAPHRASE THE Beauty that must me delight Must have Skin and Teeth Snow white Black arched Brows black sprightly Eyes And a black Beauty 'twixt her Th ghs Soâ—t blushing Cheeks a Person tall Long Hair long Hands and Fingers small Short Teeth and Feet that little are Dilated Brows and Haunches fair Fine silken Hair Lips full and red Small Nose with little Breast and Head All these in one and that one kind Would make a Mistriss to my Mind An Essay upon Buchanan's First Book de Sphaera Never perfected HOW various are the World 's great parts I sing And by what League the jarring Seeds of things Agree in one the Causes Motion breed Why Darkness Light and Coldness Heat succeed And why the Suns and the Moons horned Light Suffer Eclipses of o're-shading Night Thou who the Temples wall'd with sacred Light. Impenetrable to our weaker sight Inhabit'st holy Father of the Skies Propitious be to this bold Enterprize Whilst to the World we do Thy Acts reveal And the immense Work of the Pole unseal That people ignorant of Truth a Mind From Sloth and long-liv'd Error so refin'd May lift to Heav'n and whilst amaz'd the Ball They so embraced with a Flaming Wall And wheeling times return in certain course May own the Mover and admire his Force â—hat props so great a Pile that with the bit Of his Eternal Law doth govern it And in His secret Council has decreed 〈◊〉 fit for Man's innumerable Need. And thou young Mercury Tymolion Thy Father's and thy Country's hopeful Son Go my Companion in thy tender Years Câ—â—â—alion Woods and sacred Founts draw near â—requent that unknown Peace and Nymphs soft Choires Subject to loss nor avaritious Fires The time will come when time has giv'n Thee Force That thou shalt bravely with thy foaming Horse Rush into War and gloriously advance In dusty Fields thy Country's threatning Launce Till then thy Syre either shall Lombards deign T' orecome wild Germans and the Warlike Spain By Force or Conduct Or with Gallick spoil Dazling the Sun deck Calidonia's Soyl. Caetera desunt Cn. Cornelii Galli vel potius Maximiani Elegia 1. Trans WHY envious Age dost thou my End delay Why in this wearied Trunk delight to stay My captive Life from such a Prison free Death now is Rest when Life is Misery I 'm no more what I was but sunk and old And what remains is languishing and cold The day that young Men chears offends mine Eye And which is worse than Death I wish to die I was my Youth whilst Wit and Beautâ— crown'd An Orator throughout the World renown'd The Poets charming lies full oft I feign'd And by fictitious Tales true Titles gain'd In all Disputes of Wit the Wreath bore I And have my Eloquence reputed high High and immortal Oh! what then remains Worthy an old Man's Living or his Pains Nor less than these the Beauty of my Face Which though the rest are wanting wins much Grace Manhood to that which richer far than Gold Makes Wit a greater price and Lustre hold If I with Dogs the Thickets would surround The conquer'd Prey fell at my Launces Wound Or would I loose Shafts from the bending Yew With great applause untamed Beasts I slew Or with the sinewy Wrestlers if I try'd With my strong Nerves their oyly Limbs I ty'd â—ow at the Race I all that came out-run And now in Tragick Song the Buskin won This mixture of good things my worth increast â—â—ill various Works of Art advance us best For whatsoever things simply delight Joyn'd to another Grace shine out more bright With such a Mine of Fortitude adorn'd All threatning Dangers I contemn'd and scorn'd Bare-head I made the Winds and Storms retreat Feeling no Winters Cold nor Summer's Heat I swam the yellow Tyber's gelid Stream And fearless would the doubtful Current sâ—em With the least Sleep I could forsake my Bed And with the slend'rest fare be amply fed Or if a drunken Guest surpriz'd my Walls To waste the forlorn day in Bacchanals Lyaeus self struck Sail amaz'd and dumb And he that always conquer'd fel o'recome Nor is' t an easy thing the Mind to bend At once with two Opposers to contend And in this kind of strife they say of Yore Great Socrates the Victor's Trophy bore And thus they say the rigid Cato won Things are not ill themselves unless ill done To all things dreadless I oppos'd my Face And to my constant Mind Mischance gave place With little pleas'd I still lov'd to be poor And being Lord of all could wish no more Thou only wretched Age dost me subdue To whom who conquers all things else must bow 'T is into thee we fall and what at last Decays and withers thou alone dost wast Hetruria ravisht with these parts of mine Wish'd that I would with her fair Daughters twine But Liberty to me was far more sweet Than all the Pleasures of the Nuptial Sheet In my gay Youth I walk'd about proud Rome To view what Virgins there might overcome Which might be won or which was fit to seek When at their sight soft blushes stain'd my Cheek Now runs a smiling Girl her self to hide And yet not so as not to be descry'd But by some single part to be reveal'd Gladder by much to be so ill conceal'd
Roof And striking Fire in the Air We Mortals call a shooting Star. XI That 's all the Light we now receive Unless what belching Vulcans give And those yield such a kind of Light As adds more horror to the Night XII Nyctimine now freed from day From sullen Bush flies out to prey And does with Feret note proclaim Th' arrival of th' usurping Dame. XIII The Rail now cracks in Fields and Meads Toads now forsake the Nettle-beds The tim'rous Hare goes to relief And wary Men bolt out the Theef XIV The Fire 's new rak't and Hearth swept clean By Madg the dirty Kitchin Quean The Safe is lock't the Mouse-trap set The Leaven laid and Bucking wet XV. Now in false Floors and Roofs above The lustful Cats make ill-tun'd Love The Ban-dog on the Dunghil lies And watchful Nurse sings Lullabies XVI Philomel chants it whilst she bleeds The Bittern booms it in the Reeds And Reynard entring the back Yard The Capitolian Cry is heard XVII The Goblin now the Fool alarms Haggs meet to mumble o're their Charms The Night-mare rides the dreaming Ass And Fairies trip it on the grass XVIII The Drunkard now supinely snores His load of Ale sweats through his Pores Yet when he wakes the Swine shall find A Cropala remains behind XIX The Sober now and Chast are blest With sweet and with refreshing rest And to sound sleeps they 've best pretence Have greatest share of Innocence XX. We should so live then that we may Fearless put off our Clotts and Clay And travel through Death's shades to Light For every Day must have its Night Ode GOOD night my Love may gentle rest Charm up your Senses till the Light Whilst I with Care and Woe opprest Go to inhabit endless Night There whilst your Eyes shall grace the Day I must in the despairing shade Sigh such a woful time away As never yet poor Lover had Yet to this endless Solitude There is one dangerous step to pass To one that loves your sight so rude As Flesh and Blood is loth to pass But I will take it to express I worthily your Favours wore Your merits Sweet can claim no less Who dyes for you can do no more Ode de Monsieur Racan INgrateful cause of all my harms I go to seek amidst Alarms My Death or Liberty And that 's all now I 've left to do Since cruel Fair in serving you I can nor live nor dye The King his Towns sees desart made His Plains with armed Troops o're-spread Violence do's controul All 's Fire and Sword before his Eyes Yet has he fewer Enemies Than I have in my Soul. But yet alas my hope is vain To put a period to my pain By any desperate ways ` T is you that hold my Life enchain'd And under Heaven you command And only you my days If in a Battel 's loud'st Alarms I rush amongst incensed Arms Invoking Death to take me Seeing me look so pale the Foe Will think me Death himself and so Not venture to attaque me In Bloody Fields where Mars doth make With his loud Thunder all to shake Both Earth and Heav'n to boot Mans pow'r to kill me I despise Since Love with Arrows from your Eyes Had not the Pow'r to doo 't No I must languish still unblest And in worst Torments manifest My firm Fidelity Or that my Reason set me free Since Fair in serving you I see I can nor live nor dye Contentation Directed to my Dear Father and most Worthy Friend Mr. Isaac Walton HEav'n what an Age is this what Race Of Giants are sprung up that dare Thus fiy in the Almighty's Face And with his Providence make War II. I can go no where but I meet With Malecontents and Mutineers As if in Life was nothing sweet And we must Blessings reap in Tears III. O senseless Man that murmurs still For Happiness and does not know Even though he might enjoy his Will What he would have to make him so IV. Is it true Happiness to be By undiscerning Fortune plac't In the most eminent Degree Where few arrive and none stand fast V. Titles and Wealth are Fortune's Toyls Wherewith the Vain themselves ensnare The Great are proud of borrow'd Spoils The Miser's Plenty breeds his Care. VI. The one supinely yawns at rest Th' other eternally doth toyl Each of them equally a Beast A pamper'd Horse or lab'ring Moyl VII The Tituladoâ—s oft disgrac'd By publick hate or private frown And he whose Hand the Creature rais'd Has yet a Foot to kick him down VIII The Drudge who would all get all save Like a brute Beast both feeds and lies Prone to the Earth he digs his Grave And in the very labour dies IX Excess of ill got ill kept Pelf Does only Death and Danger breed Whilst one rich Worldling starves himself With what would thousand others feed X By which we see what Wealth and Pow'r Although they make men rich and great The sweets of Life do often four And gull Ambition with a Cheat. XI Nor is he happier than these Who in a moderate estate Where he might safely live at case Has Lusts that are immoderate XII For he by those desires misled Quits his own Vine's securing shade T' expose his naked empty head To all the Storms Man's Peace invade XIII Nor is he happy who is trim Trick't up in favours of the Fair Mirrors with every Breath made dim Birds caught in every wanton snare XIV Woman man's greatest woe or bliss Does ofter far than serve enslave And with the Magick of a Kiss Destroys whom she was made to save XV. Oh fruitful Grief the World's Disease And vainer Man to make it so Who gives his Miseries encrease By cultivating his own woe XVI There are no ills but what we make By giving Shapes and Names to things Which is the dangerous mistake That causes all our Sufferings XVII We call that Sickness which is Health That Persecution which is Grace That Poverty which is true Wealth And that Dishonour which is Praise XVIII Providence watches over all And that with an impartial Eye And if to Misery we fall ` T is through our own Infirmity XIX ` T is want of foresight makes the bold Ambitious Youth to danger climb And want of Vertue when the old At Persecution do repine XX. Alas our Time is here so short That in what state soe're `t is spent Of Joy or Wo does not import Provided it be innocent XXI But we may make it pleasant too If we will take our Mâ—asures right And not what Heav'n has done undo By an unruly Appetite XXII ` T is Contentation that alone Can make us happy here below And when this little Life is gone Will lift us up to Heav'n too XXIII A very little satisfies An honest and a grateful heart And who would more than will suffice Does covet more than is his part XXIV That man is happy in his share Who is warm clad and cleanly fed Whose Necessaries bound
Passion My Star my bright Magnetick Pole And only Gâ—idress of my Soul. Thyr. Let Caelia be thy Cynosure Chloe's my Pole too though th' obscure For though her self 's all glorious My Earth 'twixt us does interpose Dam. Obscure indeed since she 's but one To mine a Constellation Her Lights throughout so glorious are That every part 's a perfect Star. Thyr. Then Caelia's Perfections Are scatter'd Chloe's like the Suns United Light compacted lye Whence all that feel their force must dye Dam. Caelia's Beauties are too bright To be contracted in one Light Nor does my fair her Rays dispence With such a stabbing Influence Since 't is her less imperious Will To save her Lovers and not kill Thyr. Each beam of her united Light Is than the greatest Star more bright And if she stay it is from hence She darts too sweet an Influence We Surfeit with 't weak Eyes must shun The dazling Glories of the Sun. Perhaps if Caelia do not kill 'T is want of Power not of Will. Dam. I now perceive thy Chloe's Eyes To be no Stars but Prodigies Comets such as blazing stand To threaten ruin to a Land Beacons of sulph'rous Flame they are Symptoms not of Peace but War And thou I guess by singing thus Thence stoll'st thine Ignis fatuâ—s Thyr. As th' vulgar are amaz'd at th' Sun When tripled by reflection Câ—loe's self and glorious Eyes To thee seem Comets in the Skies And true they may portend some Wars Such as 'twixt Venus and her Mars But chast whose captivating Bands Would People and not ruin Lands With such a Going fire I 'll stray For who with it can lose his way Dam. The Vulgar may perhaps be won By thee to think her Sun and Moon And so would I but that my more Convincing Caelia I adore Would we had both that Chloe thine And my dear Caelia might be mine But if we should thus mix with Ray In Heav'n would be no Night but Day For we should People all the Skies With Plannet-Girls and Starry-Boyes Chloe's a going-fire we see Pray Pan she do not go from thee Thyr. Thanks Damon but she does I fear The Shadows now so long appear Yet if she do we 'll both find Day â—'â—h ' Sun-shine of thy Caelia Her Sigh I. SHE sighs and has blown over now The storms that thrat'ned in her brow The Heaven 's now serene and clear And bashful blushes do appear Th' Errour sh' has found That did me wound Thus with her od'rous Sigh my hopes are crown'd II. Now she relents for now I hear Repentance whisper in my Ear Happy repentance that begets By this sweet Airy motion heats And does destroy Her Heresie That my Faith branded with Inconstancy III. When Thisbe's Pyramus was slain This sigh had fetcht him back again And such a sigh from Dido's Chest Wasted the Trojan to her Breast Each of her sighs My Love does prize Reward for thousand thousand Cruelties IV. Sigh on my Sweet and by thy Breath Immortal grown I 'll laugh at Death Had Fame so sweet a one we shou'd In that regard learn to be good Sigh on my Fair Henceforth I swear I could Cameleon turn and live by Air On the Lamented Death of my Dear Uncle Mr. Radcliff Stanhope SUch is th' unsteddy state of humane things And Death so certain that their period brings So frail is Youth and strength so sure this sleep That much we cannot wonder though we weep Yet since 't is so it will not misbecom Either perhaps our Sorrows or his Tomb To breath a Sigh and drop a mourning Tear Upon the cold face of his Sepulcher Well did his life deserve it if to be A great Example of Integrity Honour and Truth Fidelity and Love In such perfection as if each had strove T'out-do Posterity may deserve our care Or to his Funeral command a Tear Faithful he was and just and sweetly good To whom ally'd in Virtue or in Blood His Breast from other conversation chast Above the reach of giddy Vice was plac't Then had not Death that crops in 's Savage speed The fairest flower with the rankest weed Thus made a beastly Conquest of his Prime And cut him off before grown ripe for Time How bright an Evening must this Morn pursue Is to his Life a Contemplation due Proud Death t' arrest his thriving Virtue thus Unhappy Fate not to himself but us That so have lost him for no doubt but he Was fit for Heav'n as years could make him be Age does but muster Sin and heap up woes Against the last and general Rendezvous Whereas he dy'd full of obedient Truth Wrap't in his spotless Innocence of Youth Farewell Dear Vncle may thy hop'd for Bliss To thee be real as my Sorrow is May they be nam'd together since I do Nothing more perfect than my sorrow know And if thy Soul into mens minds have Eyes It knows I truly weep these Obsequies On the Lord Derby TO what a formidable greatness grown Is this prodigious Beast Rebellion When Sovereignty and it s so sacred Law Thus lies subjected to his Tyrant awe And to what daring impudence he grows When not content to trample upon those He still destroys all that with honest flames Of loyal Love would propagate their Names In this great ruin Derby lay thy Fate Derby unfortunately fortunate Unhappy thus to fall a Sacrifice To such an Irreligious Power as this And blest as 't was thy nobler sence to dye A constant Lover of thy Loyalty Nor is it thy Calamity alone Since more lye whelm'd in this Subversion And first the justest and the best of Kings Roab'd in the glory of his Sufferings By his too violent Fate inform'd us all What tragick ends attended his great fall Since when his Subjects some by chance of War Some by perverted justice at the Bar Have perish't thus what th' other leaves this takes And who so scapes the Sword falls by the Axe Amongst which throng of Martyrs none could boast Of more fidelity than the world has lost In losing thee when in contempt of spite Thy steddy faith at th'exit crown'd with Light His Head above their malice did advance They could not murder thy Allegiance Not when before those Iudges brought to th'test Who in the symptomes of thy ruin drest Pronounc't thy Sentence Basilisks whose Breath Is killing Poyson and whose Looks are Death Then how unsafe a Guard Man's virtue is Iâ— this false Age when such as do amiss Controul the honest sort and make a prey Of all that are not villanous as they Does to our Reasons Eyes too plain appear In the mischance of this Illustrious Peer Blood-thirsty Tyrants of usurped State In facts of Death prompt and insatiate That in your Flinty Bosoms have no sence Of Manly Honour or of Conscience But do since Monarchy lay drown'd in Blood Proclaim 't by Act high Treason to be good Cease yet at last for shame let Derby's fall Great and good Derby's expiate for all