may give their Altars o're They 'l smoak but seldome any more If none but Happy Men must them adore 2. The Lightning which tall Oakes oppose in vain To strike sometimes does not disdain The humble Furzes of the Plain She being so high and I so low Her power by this doth greater show Who at such distance gives so sure a blow 3. Compar'd with her all things so worthlesse prove That nought on earth can towards her move Till 't be exalted by her Love Equall to her alas ther 's none She like a Deity is growne That must Create or else must be alone 4. If there be man who thinks himselfe so high As to pretend aequality He deserves her lesse then I For he would cheat for his reliefe And one would give with lesser grief To an undeserving Beggar then a Thiefe Against Fruition NO thour' t a fool I 'le swear if ere thou grant Much of my Veneration thou must want Whence once thy kindnesse puts my Ignorance out For a learn'd Age is alwaies least devout Keep still thy distance for at once to me Goddesse and Woman too thou canst not be Thour't Queen of all that sees thee and as such Must neither Tyrannize nor yeeld to much Such freedome give as may admit command But keep the Forts and Magazines in thine hand Thour' t yet a whole world to me and dost fill My large ambition but 't is dang'rous still Lest I like the Pellaean Prince should be And weep for other worlds hav'ng conquerd thee When Love has taken all thou hast away His strength by too much riches will decay Thou in my fancy dost much higher stand Then Women can be plac'd by Natures hand And I must needs I 'me sure a loser be To change Thee as Thour' t there for very Thee Thy sweetnesse is so much within me plac'd That shouldst thou Nectar give 't would spoile the tast Beauty at first moves wonder and delight 'T is Natures Jugling trick to cheat the sight Wee'admire it whilst unknown but after more Admire our selves for liking it before Love like a greedy Hawke if we give way Does over-gorge himselfe with his own Prey Of very hopes a surfeit he 'le sustain Unlesse by fears he cast them up again His spirit and sweetnesse dangers keep alone If once he lose his sting he growes a Drone Love undiscovered 1. I Others may with safety tell The moderate Flames which in them dwell And either find some Med'cin there Or cure themselves even by Despair My Love 's so great that it might prove Dangerous to tell her that I Love So tender is my wound it must not bear Any salute though of the kindest aire 2. I would not have her know the pain The Torments for her I sustain Lest too much goodnesse make her throw Her Love upon a Fate too Iow Forbid it Heaven my Life should be Weigh'd with her least Conveniencie No let me perish rather with my grief Then to her disadvantage find reliefe 3. Yet when I dye my last breath shall Grow bold and plainly tell her all Like covetous men who nere discry Their deare hid Treasures till they dye Ah fairest Mayd how should it chear My Ghost to get from Thee a Tear But take heed for if me thou Pittiest then Twenty to one but I shall live again The given Heart 1. I Wonder what those Lovers mean who say They have given their Hearts away Some good kind Lover tell me how For mine is but a Torment to me now 2. If so it be one place both hearts contain For what do they complain What courtesie can Love do more Then joyne Hearts that parted were before 3. Woe to her stubborn Heart if once mine come Into the selfe same roome 'T will tear and blow up all within Like a Granado shot into a Magazin 4. Then shall Love keep the ashes and torn parts Of both our broken Hearts Shall out of both one new one make From hers th' Allay from mine the Mettall take 5. For of her heart he from the Flames will find But little left behind Mine only will remain entire No drosse was there to perish in the Fire The Prophet 1. TEach me to Love go teach thy selfe more witt I chief Professour am of it Teach craft to Scots and thrift to Jews Teach boldnesse to the Stews In Tyrants Courts teach supple flattery Teach Sophisters and Jesuites to lye Teach fire to burn and winds to blow Teach restlesse fountains how to flow Teach the dull earth fixt to abide Teach Women kind Inconstancy and Pride See if your diligence here will usefull prove But neither teach not me to Love 2. The God of Love if such a thing there be May learn to love from Mee He who does boast that he has bin In every Heart since Adams sinne I 'le lay my Life my Mrs. on 't that 's more I le teach him things he never knew before I le teach him a Receipt to make Tears which shall understand and speak I le teach him Sighes like those in Death At which the Soule goes out too with the breath Still the Soule stayes yet still does from me runne As light and heat does with the Sun 3. 'T is I who Loves Columbus am t is I Who must new Worlds in it descry Rich Worlds that yield of Treasure more Than all that has been known before And yet like his I fear my Fate must be To find them out for others not for Me. Mee'times to come I know it shall Loves last and greatest Prophet call But ah what 's this if she refuse To hear the wholesome Doctrines of my Muse If to my share the Prophets Fate must come Hereafter Fame here Martyrdome The Resolution 1. THe Devill take those foolish men Who gave you first such powers Wee stood on even grounds till then If any odds Creation made it ours 2. For shame let these weak chaines be broke Lets our slight bonds like Sampson tear And nobly cast away that yoake Which we nor our Forefathers ere could bear 3. French Lawes forbid the female Reign Yet Love does them to slavery draw Alas if wee 'le our rights maintain T is all Mankind must make a Salique Law Called Inconstant 1. HA ha you think y'have killd my fame By this not understood yet common Name A Name that 's full and proper when assigned To Womankind But when you call us so It can at best but for a Metaphor go 2. Can you the shore Inconstant call Which still as Waves passe by embraces all That had as leife the same waves alwaies love Did they not from him move Or can you faults with Pilots finde For changing course yet never blame the wind 3. Since drunk with vanity you fell The things turne round to you that stedfast dwell And you your selfe who from us take your flight Wonder to find us out of sight So the same errour ceazes you As men in motion think the Trees move too The
Come at night The wisest King refus'd all pleasures quite Till Wisdome from above did him enlight But when that gifts his ignorance did remove Pleasures he chose and plac'd them all in Love And if by event the counsels may be seen This wisdome 't was that brought the Southern Queen She came not like a good old Wife to know The wholsome nature of all plants that grow Nor did so farre from her own Country rome To cure Scal'd heads and broken shins at home She came for that which more befits all VVives The art of Giving not of Saving lives The Despair 1. BEneath this gloomy shade By Nature only for my sorrows made I 'le spend this voice in cries In tears I 'l wast these eyes By Love so vainly fed So Lust of old the Deluge punished Ah wretched youth said I Ah wretched youth twice did I sadly cry Ah wretched youth the fields and floods reply 2. When thoughts of Love I entertaine I meet no words but Never and In vaine Never alas that dreadfull name Which fewells the infernall flame Never my time to come must â—â—st In vaine torments the present and the past In vain in vain said I In vain in vain twice did I sadly cry In vain in vain the fields and floods reply 3. No more shall fields or floods do so For I to shades more dark and silent go All this worlds noise appears to me A dull ill-acted Comedy No comfort to my wounded sight In the Suns busie and impert'nent Light Then down I laid my head Down on cold earth and for a while was dead And my freed Soul to a strange Somewhere fled 4. Ah sottish Soule said I When back t'o his Cage again I saw it fly Fool to resume his broken chain And row his Calley here again Fool to that body to returne Where it condemn'd and destin'd is to burn Once dead how can it be Death should a thing so pleasant seem to Thee That thou shouldst come to live it o're again in Mee The Wish 1. WEll then I now do plainly see This busie world and I shall nere agree The very honey of all earthly joy Does of all meats the soonest cloy And they me thinks deserve my pity Who for it can endure the stings The Croud and Buz and Murmurings Of this great Hive the City 2. Ah yet ere I descend to th' grave May I a small House and large Garden have And a few Friends and many Books both true Both wise and both delightfull too And since Love neer wil from me flee A Mistresse moderately fair And good as Guardian Angels are Onely beloved and loving me 3. Oh Founts Oh when in you shall I My selfe eas'd of unpeacefull thoughts espy Oh Fields Oh Woods when shall I be made The happy Tenant of your shade Here 's the spring head of Pleasures flood Here 's wealthy Natures Treasury Where all the Riches lye that she Has coin'd and stampt for good 4. Pride and Ambition here Onely in farre fetcht Metaphors appear Here nought but winds can hurtfull Murmurs scatter And nought but eccho flatter The Gods when they descended hither From heaven did alwaies choose their way And therefore we may boldly say That 't is the way too thither 5. How happy here should I And one dear She live and embracing dye She who is al the world and can exclude In desarts solitude I should then this only fear Lest men when they my pleasures see Should all come im'itate Mee And so make a City here My Diet. 1. NOw by my Love the greatest Oath that is None loves you halfe so well as I I do not ask your Love for this But for heavens sake believe me or I dy No Servant ere but did deserve His Master should believe that he does serve And I 'le ask no more wages though I sterve 2. T is no luxurious Diet this and sure I shall not by 't too lusty prove Yet shall it willingly endure If 't can but keep together Life and Love Being your Prisoner and your slave I do not Feasts and Banquets look to have A little Bread and Water 's all I crave 3. O'n a sigh of Pity I a yeer can live One Tear will keep me twenty at least Fifty a gentle look will give An hundred years on one kind word I 'le feast A thousand more will added be If you an Inclination have for Mee And all beyond is vast Aeternity The Thiefe 1. THou rob'st my Daies of businesse and delights Of sleep thou rob'st my Nights Ah lovely Thiefe what wilt thou doe What rob me of Heaven too Even in my prayers thou hauntest me And I with wild Idolatry Begin to God and end them all to Thee 2. Is it a Sinne to Love that it should thus Like an ill Conscience torture us What ere I do where ere I go None Guiltlesse ere was haunted so Still still me thinks thy face I view And still thy shape does me pursue As if not you Mee but I had murthered You. 3. From books I strive some remedy to take But thy Name all the Letters make What ere 't is writ I find that there Like Points and Comma's every where Me blest for this let no man hold For I as Midas did of old Perish by turning every thing to Gold 4. What do I seek alas or what do I Attempt in vain from thee to fly For making thee my Deitie I gave thee then Ubiquitie My pains resemble Hell in this The divine presence there too is But to torment Men not to give them blisse All over Love 1. T Is well 't is well with them say I Whose short liv'd Passions with themselves can dye For none can be unhappy who ' Midst all his ills a time does know Though nere so long when he shall not be so 1. What ever parts of Me remain Those parts will still the Love of Thee retain For 't was not only in my Heart But like a God by powerfull Art 'T was all in all and all in every Part. 3. My Affection no more perish can Then the first Matter that compounds a Man Hereafter if one Dust of Me Mixt with anothers Substance be 'T will Leaven that whole Lump with Love of Thee 4. Let Nature if she please disperse My Atoms over all the Universe At the last they easily shall Themselves know and together call For thy Love like a Mark is stamp'd on all Love and Life 1. NOw sure within this twelve-month past I ' have lov'd at least some twenty yeares or more The account of Love runs much more fast Then that with which our Life does score So though my Life be short yet I may prove The great Methusalem of Love 2. Not that Loves Howers or Minutes are Shorter then those our Being's measured by But they 'r more close compacted farre And so in lesser room do ly Thin airy things extend themselves in space Things solid toke up little place 3. Yet Love alas
Aegypt I sustain And never feel the dew of Rain From Clouds within the Head appear But all my too much Moysture owe To overflowings of the Heart below 3. Thou who dost Men as Nights to Colours doe Bring all to an Equality Come thou just God and equall me A while to my disdainfull Shee In that condition let me ly Till Love does the same favour shew Love equalls all a better way then You. 4. Then never more shalt thou be invoakt by me Watchfull as Spirits and Gods I 'le prove Let her but grant and then will I Thee and thy Kinsman Death defie For betwixt Thee and them that love Never will an agreement be Thou scorn'st the Unhappy and the Happy Thee Beauty 1. BEauty thou wilde fantastick Ape Who dost in every Country change thy shape Here black there brown here tawny and there white Thou Flatt'rer which complyest with every sight Thou Babel which confounds the Eye With unintelligible variety Who hast no certain when nor where But vary'st still and dost thy selfe declare Inconstant as thy she-Possessours are 2. Beauty Loves Scene and Maskerade So gay by well-plac'd Lights and Distance made False Coyn with which th'Imposture cheats us still The stamp and Colour good but Mettall ill Which Light or Base we find when we Weigh by enjoyment and examine Thee For though thy Being be but show 'T is chiefly Night which men to Thee allow And choose t' enjoy Thee when Thou least art Thou 3. Beauty Thou Active Passive Ill Which dy'st thy selfe as fast as thou dost kill Thou Tulip who thy stock in paint dost wast Neither for Physick good nor Smell nor Tast. Beauty whose Flames but Meteors are Short-liv'd and low though thou wouldst seem a Starre Who dar'st not thine owne Home descry Pretending to dwell richly in the Eye When thou alas dost in the Fancy lye 4. Beauty whose Conquests still are made O're Hearts by Cowards kept or else betraid Weak Victor who thy selfe destroy'd must be When sicknesse storms or Time besieges Thee Thou'unwholsome Thaw to frozen Age Thou strong Wine which youths Feaver dost enrage Thou Tyrant which leav'st no man free Thou subtle thief from whom none safe can be Thou Murth'rer which hast kill'd and Devill which wouldst Damn me The Parting 1. AS Men in Groen-land left beheld the Sunne From their Horizon run And thought upon the sad halfe year Of Cold and Darknesse they must suffer there 2. So on my parting Mistresse did I look With such swollen eyes my farewell took Ah my fair Starre said I Ah those blest Lands to which bright Thou dost flye 3. In vain the Men of Learning comfort mee And say I 'me in a warme degree Say what they please I say and swear 'T is be yond eighty at least if you 'r not here 4. It is it is I tremble with the Frost And know that I the Day have lost And those wild things which Men they call I find to be but Bears and Foxes all 5. Returne returne gay Planet of the East Of all that shines Thou much the best And as thou now descends to Sea More fair and fresh rise up from thence to Mee 6. Thou who in many a Prop'riety So truly art the Sun to Mee Adde one more likenesse which I 'me sure you can And let Mee and my Sunne beget a Man My Picture 1. HEre take my likenesse with you whilst 't is so For when from hence you go The next Suns rising will behold Me pale and lean and old The Man who did this Picture draw Will swear next day my face he never saw 2. I really beleeve within a while If you upon this shadow smile Your presence will such vigour give Your presence which makes all things live And absence so much alter Mee This will the substance I the shadow be 3. When from your well-wrought Cabinet you take it And your bright looks awake it Ah be not frighted if you see The new sould Picture gaze on Thee And hear it breath a sigh or two For those are the first things that it will doe 4. My Rivall Image will be then thought blest And laugh at me as dispossest But Thou who if I know thee right I' th substance doth not much delight Wilt rather send again for Mee Who then shalt but my Pictures Picture be The Concealment 1. NO to what purpose should I speak No wretched Heart swell till you break She cannot love me if She would And to say truth 't were pitty that she should No to the Grave thy sorrows bear As silent as they will be there Since that lov'd hand this Mortall wound do's give So handsomely the thing contrive That she may guiltlesse of it live So perish that her killing Thee May a chance Medley and no Murther be 2. 'T is nobler much for me that I By'her Beauty not her Anger dye This will look justly and become An Execution that a Martyrdome The censuring World will ne're refraine From judging men by Thunder slaine She must be angry sure if I should be So bold to ask her to make me By being hers happier then she I will not 't is a milder Fate To fall by her not Loving then her Hate And yet this death of mine I fear Will ominous to her appear When sound in every other part Her Sacrifice is found without an Heart For the last Tempest of my death Shall sigh out that too with my breath Then shall the world my noble ruine see Some pitty and some envy Mee Then She her selfe the mighty Shee Shall grace my fun'ralls with this truth 'T was only Love destroy'd the gentle Youth The Monopoly 1. WHat Mines of Sulphur in my breast do lye That feed th' eternall burnings of my heart Not Aetna flames more fierce or constantly The sounding shop of Vulcans smoky art Vulcan his shop has placed there And Cupids Forge is set up here 2. Here all those Arrowes mortall Heads are made That flye so thick unseen through yeelding aire The Cyclops here which labour at the trade Are Jealousie Fear Sadnesse and Despair Ah cruel God! and why to mee Gave you this curst Monopoly 3. I have the trouble not the gains of it Give me but the disposall of one Dart And then I 'le ask no other benefit Heat as you please your furnace in my Heart So sweet's Revenge to me that I Upon my foe would gladly dye 4. Deep into'her bosome would I strike the dart Deeper then Woman ere was struck by Thee Thou giv'st them small wounds so farre from th' Heart They flutter still about inconstantly Curse on thy Goodnesse whom we find Civill to none but Woman-kind 5. Vain God! who women dost thy selfe adore Their wounded Hearts do still retain the powers To travail and to wander as before Thy broken Arrows 'twixt that Sex and ours So'unjustly are distributed They take their Feathers we the Head The distance 1. I'Have followed thee a year at least And never stopt my selfe