Queen THe Lark that shuns on losty boughs to build Her humble Nest lies silent in the Field But if the promise of a cloudless day Aurora smiling bids her rise and play Then straight she shews 't was not for want of voicâ— Or power to climb she made so low a choice Singing she mounts her airy wings are stretcht Towards Heaven as if from Heaven her note she fetch So we retiring from the busie throng Use to restrain th' ambition of our Song But since the light which now informs our age Breaks from the Court indulgent to her râ—ge Thither my Muse like bold Prometheâ—s fliesâ— To light her Torch at Gloriana's eyes Those Sovereign beams which heal the wounded soul And all our cares but once beheld controul There the poor Lover that has long endur'd Some proud Nymphs scorn of his fond passion cur'd Fares like the man who first upon the ground A glow worm spy'd supposing he had found A moving Diamond a breathing Stone For life it had and like those Jewels shone He held it dear till by the springing day â—nform'd he threw the worthless worm away She saves the Lover as we Gangreens stay By cutting hope like a Iopt Limb away This makes her bleeding patients to accuse High Heaven and these expostulations use Could Natuâ—e then no private Woman grace Whom we might dare to love with such a face Such a complexion and so radiant eyes Such lovely motion and such sharp replies Beyond our reach and yet within our sight What envious power has plac'd this glorious light Thus in a Starry night fond Children cry For the rich spangles that adorn the Skie Which though they shine for ever fixed there With light and influence relieve us here All her affections are to one enclin'd Her bounty and compassion to Mankind To whom while she so far extends her grace She makes but good the promise of her face For Mercy has could Mercies self be seen No sweeter look than this propitious Queen Such guard and comfort the distressed find From her large power and from her larger mind That whom ill fate would ruine it prefers For all the Miserable are made hers So the fair Tree whereon the Eagle builds Poor Sheep from tempests their Shepherds shields The Royal Bird possesses all the bows But shade and shelter to the Flock allows Joy of our age aud safety of the next For which so oft thy â—ertile Womb is vext Nobly contented for the publick good To waste thy spirits and diffuse thy blood What vast hopes may these Islands entertain Where Monarchs thus descended are to reign Led by Commanders of so fair a Line Our Seas no longer shall our power confine A brave Romance who would exactly frame First brings his Knight from some immortal Dame And then a weapon and a flaming shield Bright as his mothers eyes he makes him wield None might the mother of Achilles be But the fair Pearl and glory of the Sea The man to whom great Maro gives such fame From the high bed of heavenly Venus came And our next Charles whom all the stars design Like wonders to accomplish springs from thine Vpon the Death of my Lady Rich. MAY those already curst â—ssexian plains Where hasty death and pining sickness reignâ— Prove all a Desart and none there make stay But â—â—vâ—ge Beast or men as wilde as they There the fair light which all our Island grac'd Like Hero's Taper in the window plac'd Such fate from the malignant air did find As that exposed to the boisterous wind Ah cruel Heaven â— to snatch so soon away Her for whose life had we had time to pray With thousand vows and tears we should have sought That sad decrees suspension to have wrought But we alass no whisper of her pain Heard till 't was sin to wish her here again That horrid word at once like Lightning spread Strook all our ears The Lady Rich is dead Heart rending news and dreadful to those few Who her resemble and her steps pursue That death should license have to rage among The fair the wife the vertuous and the young The Paphiam Queen from that sierce battle born With goared hand and veil so rudely torn Like terror did among th'immortals breed Taught by her wound that Goddesses may bleed All stand amazed but beyond the rest Th'heroique Dame whose happy womb she blest Mov'd with just grief expostulates with Heaven Urging the promise to the obsequious given Of longer life for ne'r was pious Soul More apt t' obey more worthy to controul A skilful Eye at once might read the Race Of Caledonian Monarchs in her Face And sweet Humility her look and mind At once were losty and at once were kind There dwelt the sorn of Vice and pity too For those that did what she disdain'd to do So gentle and severe that what was bad At once her hatred and her pardon had Gracious to all but where her Love was due So fast so Faithful Loyal and so True That a bold hand as soon might hope to force The rouling lights of Heaven as change her course Some happy Angel that beholds her there Instruct us to record what she was here And when this cloud of sorrow 's over-blown Through the wide world we 'l make her graces known So fresh the wound is and the grief so vast That all our Art and Power of speech is waste Here passion sways but there the Muse shall raise Eternal monuments of louder praise There our delight complying with her fame Shall have occasion to recite thy name Fair Sacharissa and now only fair To sacred friendship we 'l an Altar rear Such as the Romans did erect of old Where on a marble Pillar shall be told The lovely passion each to other bare With the resemblance of that matchless pair Narcissus to the thing for which he pin'd Was not more like than yours to her fair mind Save that you grac'd the several parts of life A spotless Virgin and a faultless Wife Such was the sweet converse 'twixt her and you As that she holds with her associates now How false is hope and how regardless fate That such a love should have so short a date Lately I saw her sighing part from thee Alas that such the last farewel should be So look 't Astraea her remove design'd On those distressed friends she left behind Consent in Vertue knit your hearts so fast That still the knot in spight of death does last For as your tears and sorrow-wounded soul Prove well that on your part this bond is whole So all we know of what they do above Is that they happy are and that they love Let dark oblivion and the hollow grave Content themselves our frailer thoughts to have Well chosen Love is never taught to die But with our nobler part invades the Skie Then grieve no more that one so Heavenly shap'd The crooked hand of trembling age escap'd Rather since we beheld her not decay But that she
Beauty from the light retir'd Bid her come forth Suffer her self to be desir'd And not blush so to be admir'd Then die that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair Thirsis Galatea Th. AS lately I on Silver Thames did ride Sad Galatea on the Bank I spy'd Such was her look as sorrow taught to shine And thus she grac'd me with a voice Divine Gal. You that can tune your sounding strings so well Of Ladies Beauties and of Love to tell Once change your Note and let your Lute report The justest grief that ever toucht the Court. Th. Fair Nymph I have in your Delights no share Nor ought to be concerned in your care Yet would I sing if I your sorrows knew And to my aid invoke no Muse but you Gal. Hear then and let your Song augment ouâ— grief Which is so great as not to wish relief She that had all which Nature gives or Chance Whom Fortune joyn'd with Virtue to advance To all the joys this Island could afford The greatest Mistriss and the kindest Lord Who with the Royal mixt her Noble bloud And in high Grace with Gloriana stood Her Bounty Sweetness Beauty Goodness such That none e're thought her happiness too much So well inclin'd her favours to confer And kind to all as Heaven had been to her The Virgins part the Mother and the Wife So well she acted in this span of life That though few years too few alas she told She seem'd in all things but in Beauty old As unripe Fruit whose verdant stalks do cleave Close to the Tree which grieves no less to leave The smiling pendant which adorns her so And until Autumn on the Bough should grow So seem'd her youthful soul not easily forc't Or from so fair so sweet a seat divorc't Her fate at once did hasty seem and slow At once too cruel and unwilling too Th. Under how hard a Law are Mortals borr Whom now we envy we anon must mourn What Heaven sets highest and seems most to prize Is soon removed from our wondring eyes But since the Sisters did so soon untwine So fair a Thread I 'll strive to piece the line Vouchsafe sad Nymph to let me know the Dame And to the Muses I 'll commend her name Make the wide Countrey eccho to your moan The listning Trees and savage Mountains groan What Rocks not moved when the death is sung Of one so good so lovely and so young Gal. 'T was Hamilton whom I had nam'd before But naming her Grief lets me say no more The Battel of the Summer-Islands Cant. I. What Fruits they have and how Heaven smiles Vpon those late discovered Isles AId me Beâ—â—ona while the dreadful Fight Betwixt a Nation and two Whales I write Seas stain'd with goar I sing advent'rous toyl And how these Monsters did disarm an Isle Bermâ—das wall'd with Rocks who does not know That happy Island where huge Lemons grow And Orange trees which Golden Fruit do bear Th'Hesperian Garden boasts of none so fair Where shining Pearl Coral and many a pound On the rich Shore of Amber-greece is found The lofty Cedar which to Heaven aspires The Prince of Trees is fewel for their Fires The smoak by which their loaded spits do turn For â—ncense might on Sacred Altars burn Their private Roofsâ—on od'rous Timber born Such as might Palaces for Kings adorn The sweet Palmettas a new Bâ—cchus yield With Leaves as ample as the broadest shield Under the shadow of whose friendly Boughs They sit carowsing where their Liquor grows Figs there unplanted through the Fields do grow Such as fierce Cato did the Romans show With the rare Fruit inviting them to spoil Carthage the Mistriss of so rich a soil The naked Rocks are not unfruitful there But at some constant seasons every year Their barren tops with luscious Food abound And with the eggs of various Fowls are crown'd Tobacco is the worst of things which they To English Land-lords as their Tribute pay Such is the Mould that the Blest Tenant feeds On precious Fruits and pays his Rent in Weeds With candid Plantines and the jucy Pine On choicest Melons and sweet Grapes they dine And with Potatoes fat their wanton Swine Nature these Cates with such a lavish hand Pours out among them that our courser Land Tastes of that bounty and does Cloth return Which not for Warmth but Ornament is worn For the kind Spring which but salutes us here Inhabits there and courts them all the year Ripe Fruits and blossoms on the â—ame Trees live At once they promise what at once they give So sweet the Air so moderate the Clime None sickly lives or dies before his time Heaven sure has kept this spot of earth uncurst To shew how all things were Created first The tardy Plants in our cold Orchards plac'd Reserve their Fruit for the next ages taste There a small grain in some few Months will be A firm a lofty and a spacious Tree The Palma Christi and the fair Papah Now but a seed preventing Natures law In half the Circle of the hasty year Project a shade and lovely fruit do wear And as their Trees in our dull Region set But faintly grow and no perfection get So in this Northern Tract our hoarser Throats Utter unripe and ill-constrained notes Where the supporter of the Poets style Phoebus on them eternally does smile O how I long my careless Limbs to lay Under the Plantanes shade and all the day With am'rous Airs my fancy entertain Invoke the Musâ—s and improve my vein No passion there in my free breast should move None but the sweet and best of passions Love There while I sing if gentle Love be by That tunes my Lute and winds the Strings so high With the sweet sound of Sacharissa's name I 'll make the listning Savages grow tame But while I do these pleasing dreams indite I am diverted from the promis'd fight Canto II. Of their alarm and how their Foes Discovered were this Canto shows THough Rocks so high about this Island rise That well they may the num'rous Turk despise Yet is no humane fate exempt from fear Which shakes their hearts while through the Isle they hear A lasting noise as horrid and as loud As Thunder makes before it breaks the Cloud Three days they dread this murmur e're they know From what blind cause th' unwonted sound may grow At length Two Monsters of unequal size Hard by the shoar a Fisher-man espies Two mighty Whales which swelling Seas had tost And left them prisoners on the rocky Coast One as a Mountain vast and with her came â— Cub not much inferior to his Dame â—ere in a Pool among the Rocks engag'd â—hey roar'd like Lions caught in toyls and rag'd â—he man knew what they were who heretofore â—ad seen the like lie murdered on the shore â—y the wild fury of some Tempest cast â—he fate
stone I might â—ike Orpheus with my numerous moan Melt to compassion now my traitâ—â—ous song With thee conspires to do the Singer wrong While 〈◊〉 I suffer not my self to lose The memory of what augments my woes But with my own breath still foment the Fire Which flames as high as fancy can aspire This last complaint th'indulgent ears did pierce Of just Apollo President of Verse Highly concerned that the Muse should bring Damage to one whom he had taught to sing Thus he advis'd me on yoâ— aged Tree Hang up thy Lute and hye thee to the Sea That there with wonders thy diverted mind Some truce at least may with this passion find Ah cruel Nymph from whom her humble Swaiâ— Flies for relief unto the raging Main And from the Winds and Tempests do's expect A milder fate than from her cold neglect Yet there he 'll pray that the unkind may prove Blest in her choice and vows this endless Love Springs from no hope of what she can confer But from those gifts which Heav'n has heap'd on her Another HAd Sacharissa liv'd when Mortals mâ—de Choice of their Deities this Sacred shade Had held an Altar to her power that gave The Peace and Glory which these allays have Embroidred so with Flowers where she stood That it became a Garden of a Wood Her presence has such more than humane Grace That it can civilize the rudest place And beauty too and order can impart Where Nature ne'r intended it nor Art The Plants acknowledge this and her admire No less than those of old did Orpheus's Lire If she sit down with tops all towards her bow'd They round about her into Arbors crowd Or if she walk in even ranks they stand Like some well-Marshall'd and obsequious band Amphion so made stones and timber leap Into fair Figures from a confus'd heap And in the symmetry of her parts is found A power like that of harmony in sound Ye lofty Beeches tell this matchless Dame That if together ye fed all one Flame It could not equalize the hundredth part Of what her Eyes have kindled in â—y heart Go Boy and carve this passion on the Bark Of yonder Tree which stands the sacred mark Of Noble Sidneys birth when such benign Such more than-mortal making stars did shine That there they cannot but for ever prove The monument and pledge of humble Love His humble Love whose hope shall ne'r rise higher Than for a pardon that he dares admire To my Lord of Leicester NOt that thy Trees at Pens-hurst groan Oppressed with their timely load And seem to make their silent moan That their great Lord is now abroad They to delight his tast or eye Would spend themselves in fruit and dye Not that thy harmless Deer repine And think themselves unjustly slain By any other hand than thine Whose Arrows they would gladly stain No nor thy friends which hold too dear That peace with France which keeps thee there All these are less than that great cause Which now exacts your presence here Wherein there meet the divers Laws Of publick and domestick care For one bright Nymph our youth contends And on your prudent choice depends Not the bright shield of Thetis's Son For which such stern debate did rise That the Great Ajax Telamon Refus'd to live without the Prize Those Achive Peers did more engage Than she the gallants of our age That beam of Beauty which begun To warm us so when thou wert here Now scorches like the raging Sun When Syrius does first appear O fix this Flame and let despair Redeem the rest from endless care To a very young Lady WHy came I so untimely forth Into a world which wanting thee Could entertain us with no worth Or shadow of felicity That time should me so far remove From that which I was born to love Yet fairest blossom do not slight That age which you may know so soon The Rosie Morn resigns her light And milder Glory to the Noon And then what wonders shall you do Whose dawning Beauty warms us so Hope waits upon the flowry prime And Summer though it be less gay Yet is not lookt on as a time Of declination or decay For with a full hand That does bring All that was promis'd by the Spring SONG SAy lovely dream where couldst thou find Shadows to counterseit that face Colours of this â—lorious kind Come not from any mortal place 〈◊〉 Heaven it self thou sure wer't drest With that Angel-like disguise Thus deluded am I blest And see my joy with closed Eyes But ah this Image is too kind To be other than a dream Cruel Sacharissa's Mind Never put on that sweet extreme Fair dream if thou intend'st me grace Change that Heavenly face of thine Paint despis'd Love in thy face And make it to appear like mine Pale Wan and Meager let it look With a pity-moving shape Such as wander by the Brook Of Lethe or from graves escape Then to that matchless Nymph appear In whose shape thou shinest so Softly in her sleeping ear With humble words express my wo. Perhaps from Greatness State and Pride Thus surprised she may fall Sleep does disproportion hide And death resembling equals all SONG BEhold the brand of Beauty tost See how the motion does dilate the Flame Delighted Love his spoils does boast And triumph in this game Fire to no place confin'd Is both our wonder and our fear Moving the mind As Lightning hurled through the Air. High Heaven the Glory does encrease Of all her shining lamps this artful way The Sun in Figures such as these Joys with the Moon to play To the sweet strains they advance Which do result from their own spheres As this Nymphs dance Moves with the numbers which she hears On the discovery of a Ladies Painting PIgmaleons fate reverst is mine His marble Love took flesh and Bloud All that I worshipt as Divine That Beauty now 't is understood Appears to have no more of life Than that whereof he fram'd his Wife As Women yet who apprehend Some sudden cause of causeless fear Although that seeming cause take end And they behold no danger near A shaking through their Limbs they find Like leaves saluted by the wind So though the Beauty do appear No Beauty which amaz'd me so Yet from my breast I cannot tear The passion which from thence did grow Nor yet out of my fancy rase The print of that supposed face A real Beauty though too near The fond Narcissus did admire I dote on that which is no where The sign of Beauty feeds my fire No mortal Flame was e're so cruel As this which thus survives the fuel To a Lady from whom he received a Silver Pen. Madam INtending to have try'd The silver Favour which you gave In Ink the shining point I dy'd And drench'd it in the sable wave When griev'd to be so foully stain'd On you it thus to me complain'd Suppose you had deserv'd to take From her fair hand so fair a