In this my Tub I far transcend your Throne None are so brave as those who scorn a Crown Nay more how many snares for Princes wait What Hooks are cover'd with a gilded bait If you 'd your whole Dominions grant I 'd them As dang'rous Toys reject and quite contemn Alexander Dost think my Life-Guards then can't me secure Who with vast Forts my Person do immure My speaking Eye gives Laws to subject Souls My beck the World 's important part controuls Diogenes The sooner then some bold ambitious Spark Will strive t' Eclipse your Light which makes his dark For when one Prince by others is out-shone He 'll try all stratagems them to Dethrone By those how many sacred Monarchs dy From whom they ne'r expected Treachery Alexander But grant my greatness can't enough protect Let me but on thy crazy Tub reflect Can this against a storm a Bulwark stand Here thou mayst perish by a common hand Should Heav'ns crispt Cataracts to rush begin Each gaping Chasm would greedy Death let in Diogenes I rest secure with wrongs Inone offend Whence none to wrong me their intentions bend No dire Assassinates lay snares for me I have no Gold their thirst to satisfie No bloody Traytors tempt to cast me down That they might get my empty Tub my Crown My harmless ways do please the Pow'rs above Still Innocence is Harbinger to Love. Alexander But hark O Old Fantastick Cynick Bard Don't Heav'n more its Vicegerent's safety guard Diogenes Your more may fail Let Heav'n both Patronize You for your Kingdom me for humbler Eyes Alexander Humility's a trifling toy whose worth None recommend but he whose mind 's on Earth That Head 's most sacred that can wear a Crown That Hand is blest that can a Scepter own Diogenes Tho' Heav'n may seem to bless a Prince yet he To 's joy has still annexed misery The burthen of a massy Crown is great And anxious cares a Monarch's heartstrings eat Alexander This gilded World is nothing else but care False fear vain hope and languishing despair In what a wretched state then must those dwell Who Ant'dotes want these poysons to expel I banish cares with the Falernian Wine And with sweet pleasures I my life refine Whilst like the Country Mouse thou quite dost starve And wilt not of more dainty Dishes carve Diogenes Alas your pleasure brings a sting with it And all your happiness is counterfeit Through jealous fear you can't your Nectar taste No Theaters can calm your stormy Breast In feasting the drawn Sword hangs o're your head And restless cares perplex your Soul abed Whilst I poor Water and mean Herbs enjoy And with Philosophy chase time away My thoughtless Breast no Hecticks do combure But in my Tub I sleep whole nights secure 'T is better low and safe be than t' advance And mount upon the waxen Wings of chance Alexander But is' t not brave bare Heads bow'd Knees command And have whole Kingdoms as your Vasals stand Diogenes Your high-aspiring thoughts this Pomp may please But on the ground I 'd rather take my ease Where neither Wars nor Fears nor Fortune's frown Can terrify ' cause can't me low'r cast down Alexander Your Answer 's right and strong I must confess These Arguments do make my Throne seem less Regarded in my Eyes For those who doe Like Spanish Horses feed on Winds must rue The lofty Cedar furious Boreas tears When the low shrub the storm uninjur'd bears Thou safely liv'st thy Life enjoy'st To burn Thy Corpse being dead thy Tub's a Pile and Urn. Hence were I not that Monarch stiled Great I 'd for thy Tub Diogenes entreat My Wish MAY I ye Gods enjoy a Country Life Free from cares and free from tort'ring strife Whilst others to great Cities seek resort Where nought but gilded Vices keep their Court. May I within my native Country dwell And ne're to these my Borders bid farewel For Wealth whilst others plow the angry Seas And for the Indian Toys disturb their ease May I above contempt and Fortune's Pow'r In Summer solstice sleep i' th' shady Bow'r Whilst other Patrons in their Forum plead And for a Fee torment their sweating Head. May I in Winter chase the nimble Harts And wound the Savage Boar with bloody Darts Whilst others in their stately Buildings rest And with hot Liquors burn their freezing Breast May I at night my Caelia's Eyes admire Until my Breast is warm'd with gentle fire Whilst others on their painted Misses doat Until their Veins with flagrant Blood do float May I by night enjoy my dearest Rose Until my Body's ready for repose Whilst others toss awake perplext with cares And dare not sleep for fear of secret Snares May I in constant health spin out my days No Gout nor Stone to interrupt my joys Whilst others of their Serpents stings complain And which they get by riot feel the pain But when Death's sting my Spirits doth surprize Let my poor Caelia Caelia close my Eyes An Epithalamium WHat merry Muse doth now my Breast inspire Or what inflames my Soul Oh! 'T is the fire That darts like Lightning from the Lovers Eyes Through which each others Soul its object spyes Whilst like two cooing Turtles they do play And steal with smiles each other 's Heart away The true Elysium they now claim their own Whence they transcend a Scepter or a Throne They banish cares by th' ecstasies of love Where Venus rules we need not envy Jove And that these rapt'ring Joys may long endure Let no sad Omens with black Clouds obscure Our radiant hopes Ye hellish Fiends forbear To light the Torches and be Dancers here Leave not ye Fairies your Tartarian Lakes About your Heads to whip your anguisht Snakes Whose shrill trisulcate Tongues prognosticate That storms will soon loves knot dilacerate Let 's hear no shrieks of the nocturnal Crew Being Harbingers of dissolution too But let each object happiness presage That ye i' th' Bonds of Love surpass the Age Of old Tythonus with his ruddy Bride Who Insect turn'd through years before he dy'd Ye Nymphs and Satyrs here your steps advance Ye Fawns and Graces here unite and dance Let all the rural Deities adorn Their Fronts with Garlands blushing like the Morn With greatest joys and pomp to solemnize The Nuptials that so fair a pair comprize Let Venus come And let old Hymen stand And seal the knot up with a faithful hand That Gordian-like it may ne'r be dissolv'd Until the World i' th' Chaos be involv'd Hence may you flourish in your jugal state And have no cause e're to repent your fate Let neither jars nor frets infringe your joys But in blest union spin ye out your doys But in blest union spin ye out your days Till Death at length severs you when your Souls Must wing their course up to the starry Poles May Heav'n show'r down it's Manna on your Head And bless with an increase your toral Bed May you like Abram's Consort multiply
our Parents drew the Sin Which we must wash and purge away with tears Of Penitence which guilty Souls still clears Or else we can't unspotted Garments keep Nor please our Lord the Shepherd of his Sheep Turn then O turn to God repent your Crimes That Christ may own you in the latter times A Hymn of Confession 1. GOod God! In what an everlasting gire My black and loathsome sins go round They pass the num'rous Sands o' th' shore Nor are the Stars of Heaven more Yet still encrease they more abound And ev'ry day doth raise the number higher 2. Oh! Rouze my sleepy Soul A stronger guard Thy watchful Enemies require Still stand prepared with thy arms T' oppose the Devil and his Charms And when thy subtle Foe creeps nigher Strait with the Shield of Faith his force retard 3. How long wilt thou th' Aegyptian darkness love How long intend'st to live secure How long the light of Goshan spurn Wilt from thy obscure ways ne're turn How can'st such Labyrinths endure Where light ly's hid and thou i' th' dark dost rove 4. With speed prevent this steep descent of Hell This Precipice tread on no more Climb up again repent thy fall And for God's boundless mercy call Then He 'll forgive thy sins before And Satan's future onsets will repel Another 1. TOo long O Lord for Earthly Vanities I 've been a Candidate 'T was worse than Hell or fate To live reserv'd for Heav'n and leave my toys With magick charms they tic'd me on Obscuring their delusion 2. Those Circe's-Cups Those Syren-Songs of sin Allur'd my Soul away Pleasing when they 'd destroy But now kind Heav'n their betray'd Snares begin To shew a treach'rous Scene of woes The precipice of my repose 3. Good God! What trifles did my Soul pursue On what weak grounds I stood Bubbles or worse I woo'd Fate Death and Hell these pleasures would ensue Dead in sin charm'd with toys no care For an Immortal Life I 'd spare 4. O mighty Lord in what prepost'rous ways Was my blind Soul then lead Bow down Bow down my head Bend Bend my Knees Implore my hands Thy praise My Tongue sing forth and mercy crave Mercy which doth poor peccants save 5. I now O Lord divorce those blandishments That thus to sin entice Away begone black Vice My purged Breast no more shall prove your Tents To thee great God! my Heart doth soar Guide then that it relapse no more My PRAYER MY God! My God! who dwel'st in Heav'n above And yet vouchsaf'st to us poor Worms thy love Accept Accept a truly contrite heart And to my early Pray'rs thy Ears impart Prevent O Lord prevent my sinful ways And turn my heart from all these Earthly toys Direct direct my sliding steps to thee And still preserve me from sin's Lethargie O purge my Soul and the Old Man divorce Guard me with Angels and damp Satan's force Let me O Lord no more sin's Vassal be But keep me from Satan's temptations free To Faith and Righteousness my heart incline And let thy dictates still my will confine So that when I have led a godly Life And well have finished my Warlike strife And thou O Lord art pleas'd to call away My Soul to thee to tast of Heav'nly Joy I may it cheerfully to thee restore And joyfully to thy Tribunal soar Where I through Christ may absolution have And through thy mercy Crowns of glory crave There with thy Choirs of Angels sing always Praises to thee until the latter days When Heav'n and Earth shall in confusion ly And Christ shall come in his bright Majesty And in Jehoshaphat Assizes keep When the last Trump shall rowze all those that sleep And Summon in all Nations to appear In Judgment their last Sentence now to hear Where all to give a strict account must come Some to receive their Bliss and some their doom Then then let me O God! on thy right hand Amongst th' Elected Saints in glory stand And when each Judgment 's giv'n take me with thee Enjoying thy bright presence still to be Vale Musis 1. FArewel ye fair Inspirers of Man's Soul Farewel O sacred Muse Adieu Adieu Tho' I could rather choose To dwell with you Did Heav'n by Contra's not my will controul 2. To Law I 'm call'd Then must I not obey What Heav'n for me ordains Let Fancy fret Confin'd in golden Chains No more I 'll treat My fruitless Muse at best a pleasing toy FINIS
accounted so rare Now Phillis go to thy tyranny shew But let me abandon you too The Health 1. SO ho Aurora gay Doth call Us all To welcome in the day 2. Bright Sol begins to shine Let 's pay Him joy And Sacrifice with Wine 3. Look Yond the Nymphs do play Fill up Your Cup And drink their Healths away 4. Thus thus let it go round And we Will see That Nectar shall abound The Phoenix 1. AS when Phoebus doth tip the new day And regilds all the World with his ray So the Fair One appears When she lightens our Spheres With the new-blossom'd beams of her brow Where the treasures of nature do grow 2. As when Violets flourish i' th' Shade And to no wand'ring Eyes are betray'd So the Fair One close lies From the rapes of loose Eyes And in some am'rous Rose-Bed doth rest Whence such odours still breathe from her Breast 3. As when Heaven its Manna doth give And through mercy doth Mortals relieve So the Fair one proves kind And doth solace the mind Of poor Lovers that mourn in despair ' Cause they dare not approach one so fair 4. As when Heav'n is spangled with Stars And bright Venus her Beauty declares So the fair Ones fair Eyes Are like Stars in the Skies And do influence all our pierc'd hearts As tho' Cupid thence shot forth his Darts Thus Caelia thus Caelia is all o're divine O that Heav'n that Heav'n would make her but mine A Song by way of Dialogue between Corydon and Amyntas deploring the departure of their Caelia 1. Cor. MAlignant Stars Unhappy Fate That rules the Scenes below We now have lost our happy State And no more bliss can flow For Earth's fair Goddess Caelia's gone And we poor Swains are left alone 2. Am. She like an Eaglet soar'd on high Bore up with Angels Wings And to th' Elysium then did fly Where pleasure always springs Thus now we 've lost our Heav'n of joy Which chance before could ne're annoy 3. Chorus Her bright And lofty flight Ravish'd all our delight No more Must we adore But must for e're deplore Good Heav'ns What a black doom is this To burn in constant fire To rage in grief in flames to hiss And ne're attain desire 4. Cor. Hence must my flowing Eyes distil Whole streams of pearly tears And my sincere laments must fill With grief the gloomy Spheres With mournful Songs I 'll bathe my woes And by my sighing seek repose 5. Am. No No We 'll not exhaust our tears Till all our hopes do dy Why should we thus augment our cares Before the sum we try On fiery Wings let 's send our hearts To steal her Soul away by arts 6. Chorus Away Your plumes display Mount swift Souls mount your way One while To reconcile Our griefs bring back a smile No more then we 'll lament in vain Tho' Caelia 's ours no more But hope t' enjoy her once again And ever will implore The Command 1. AWay ye gentle sighs And pierce the liquid Skies Seek out the Fair One's Eyes There pay your Obsequies 2. She 's gone alas she 's gone And must I mourn alone With flaming Wings my heart The distant Region part 3. Into her Breast now Sphere And stamp my Image there Or make her heart to burn And so again return 4. But in thy Centre bring One am'rous smile to spring My fading joys anew And then Despair adieu 5. So ho The Heav'ns rejoice Her Guardian-Angel's Voice I hear She 's well She 's well And still doth flame her Zeal 6. Upon thy Wings then bear My Soul away to her And still Amariel prove My Advocate in love Hope choak'd with Despair 1. A Curse upon that senseless hope That swell'd my heart in vain And made me aim at that fair scope Which I can ne're attain 2. Fond Fop Art thou the Antidote Against despair and grief With vain Idaea's thou dost nought But cheat Ah poor relief 3. The Chymist knows thy fallacy When 's Fire 's expir'd in vain Thy sweet delusions flashes be That sport the damn'd in pain 4. Thus thy fond promises alive My drooping heart have born Till now no hopes I can derive But in despair I mourn On Sylvia 's Recovery 1. AS after a dark stormy Night Fair Phosphore leads the smiling Day The sable Clouds b'ing put to flight And bright the Morning of our Joy. 2. So my Dear Sylvia springs again From the fierce Onsets of dire fate For what Disease could Trophies gain Where one so firm so charming sate 3. Thus bold Disease thy toils were vain For tho' eclipsed were her Eyes She rose more glorious from her pain And doth thy conquer'd pow'r despise 4. Ah Sylvia still fair Beauty's bloom Still guarded round with silent charms Quickly bore up with Angels come To bless thy longing Damon's Arms. An Elegy upon the Death of the hopeful Mr William Rose deceas'd in the fourteenth year of his Age. 1. WHat makes our dull Minerva silent weep As tho' she sought by tears relief What makes us all in sorrow seem asleep Alas astonished with grief The flinty Rock its trembling drops distills And Marble Walls do sympathize our ills The pious Muses mourn and o' th' Castalian shore With shrill and doleful Naenia's their loss deplore 2. Apollo plays upon his Barbiton And on his Lyre no more will toy For his beloved Darling's dead and gone And all the Muses only joy 'T is thee Dear Saint dost cause this mournful state Whilst Learning's Candidates lament thy fate But oh that all our tears being mingl'd with thy dust Could raise thee up our heads into thy Urn we 'd thrust 3. 'T is strange to see the Rosa Mundi fade When in its infant Bud doth smile To see black Clouds the morning beamso're spread And Night our springing Day beguile Ah Death How cou'd'st our blooming hopes destroy And blast our choice Fruit in its early day Whilst he so rare is hoary vertue promis'd fair But dy'd too soon his parts by actions to declare 4. But if he 'd liv'd how great how good he 'd been Each action had been proof so plain That ev'ry Eye would have admir'd and deem'd Him worthy and without a stain But since whilst he the Earth did thus forsake To Heav'n's blest Mansion he his flight did take Let 's stop the Current of our tears and place our Verse As a true Monument upon his sable Herse An Epitaph on the same ALL you whose softer hearts can vent a tear First read my Fate then weep and drop one here Where faded Youth and Vertues hopes do ly Where goodness bud is forc'd to fall and dy Where comely Beauty turns to noisom Clay Where early Zeal Death's sting could not allay His Father's Joy his Mothers sweet delight The Muses Darling and our springing light Oh cruel Fates Impartial Destinies That never had the sense to sympathize But tho' his Body's dead his Fame 's alive And more and more shall ev'ry day