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A67349	The second part of Mr. Waller's poems Containing, his alteration of The maids tragedy, and whatever of his is yet unprinted: together with some other poems, speeches, &c. that were printed severally, and never put into the first collection of his poems.	Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.; Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687. Maid's tragedy. aut	1690 (1690)	Wing W521A; ESTC R219928	35,197	139

she so well improv'd that Stock Both of his Knowledge and his Flock That Wit and Fortune reconcil'd In her upon each other smil'd Whilst she to ev'ry well-taught mind Was so propitiously inclin'd And gave such Title to her store That none but th' ignorant were poor The Muses daily found supplys Both from her hands and from her eyes Her bounty did at once engage And matchless Beauty warm their rage Such was this Dame in calmer days Her Nations ornament and praise But when a Storm disturb'd our Rest The Port and Refuge of th' opprest This made her fortune understood And look'd on as some public good So that her Person and her State Exempted from the common Fate In all our Civil Fury she Stood like a Sacred Temple free May here her Monument stand so To credit this rude age and shew To future times that even we Some patterns did of Vertue see And one sublime Example had Of good among so many bad Epitaph unfinished GReat Soul for whom Death will no longer stay But sends in haste to snatch our Bliss away O cruel Death to those you take more kind Than to the wretched Mortals left behind Here Beauty Youth and noble Vertue shin'd Free from the Clouds of Pride that shade the mind Inspired Verse may on this Marble live But can no honour to thy Ashes give The Triple Combat WHen thro the World fair Mazarine had run Bright as her fellow-Traveller the Sun Hither at length the Roman Eagle flys As the last Triumph of her conqu'ring Eyes As Heir to Iulius she may pretend A second time to make this Nation bend But Portsmouth springing from the ancient race Of Britains which the Saxon here did chase As they great Caesar did opppose makes head And does against this new Invader lead That goodly Nymph the taller of the two Careless and fearless to the field does go Becoming blushes on the other wait And her young look excuses want of height Beauty gives Courage for she knows the day Must not be won the Amazonian way Nor does her Grace the better title want Our Law 's indulgent to the Occupant Legions of Beauties to the Battel come For little Britain these and those for Rome Drest to advantage this Illustrious Pair Arriv'd for Combat in the List appear Venus had been an equal friend to both And Victory to declare her self seems loth What may the fates design for never yet From distant Regions two such Beauties met Over the Camp with doubtful Wings she flys Till Chloris shining in the Field she spys The lovely Chloris Shining well attended came A thousand graces waited on the Dame Her matchless form made all the English glad And foreign Beauties less assurance had Yet like the Three on Ida's Top they all Pretend alike contesting for the Ball. Which to determine Love himself declin'd Lest the neglected should become less kind Such killing looks so thick the Arrows fly That 't is unsafe to be a stander by Poets approaching to describe the fight Are by their wounds instructed how to write They with less hazard might look on and draw The ruder Combats in Alsatia And with that Foil of violence and rage Set off the splendour of the Golden Age Where Love gives Law Beauty the Scepter sways And uncompell'd the happy World obeys To Mr. Killegrew upon his altering his Play Pandora from a Tragedy into a Comedy because not approv'd on the Stage SIR you should rather teach our Age the way Of Judging well than thus have chang'd your Play You had oblig'd us by employing Wit Not to Reform Pandora but the Pit For as the Nightingale without the Throng Of other Birds alone attends her Song While the lowd Daw his Throat displaying draws The whole assembly of his fellow-Daws So must the Writer whose productions should Take with the Vulgar be of vulgar mould Whilst nobler fancies make a flight too high For common view and lessen as they fly Some Verses belonging to a Copy in the First Part of his Poems entitled Vpon a War with Spain and a Fight at Sea The Close of it was Originally thus WIth these returns Victorious Mountagu With Lawrels in his hand and half Peru. Let the brave Generals divide that Bough Our great Protector hath such Wreaths enough His conquering Head has no more room for Bays Then let it be as the glad Nation prays Let the rich Ore forthwith be melted down And the State fix'd by making him a Crown With Ermin clad and Purple let him hold A Royal Scepter made of Spanish Gold On the Picture of a fair Youth taken after he was dead This Copy is Printed Imperfectly in the first part of his poems AS gather'd Flowers whilst their wounds are new Look gay and fresh as on the stalk they grew Torn from the Root that nourish'd 'em a while Not taking notice of their fate they smile And in the hand which rudely pluckt 'em show Fairer than those that to their Autumn grow So love and Beauty still that visage grace Death cannot fright 'em from their wonted place Alive the hand of crooked Age had marr'd Those lovely features which cold Death has spar'd No wonder then he sped in Love so well When his high passion he had breath to tell When that accomplish'd Soul in this fair frame No business had but to perswade that Dame Whose mutual Love advanc'd the Youth so high That but to Heav'n he could no higher fly Long and Short Life CIrcles are prais'd not that abound In largeness but th' exactly round So Life we praise that does excel Not in much time but acting well Prologue to the Lady Actors AMaze us not with that Majestic Frown But lay aside the greatness of your Crown For your diversion here we act in Jest But when we act our selves we do our best You have a Look which does your people awe When in your Throne and Robes you give 'em Law Lay it by here and give a gentler smile Such as we see great Ioves in Picture while He listens to Apollo's charming Lyre Or judges of the Songs he does inspire Comedians on the Stage shew all their skill And after do as Love and Fortune will We are less careful hid in this disguise In our own Clothes more serious and more wise Modest at home upon the Stage more bold We feign warm Lovers tho our Breasts be cold A fault committed here deserves no scorn If we act well the parts to which we 're born To Mr. Creech on his Translation of Lucretius WHat all men wisht tho few cou'd hope to see We are now blest with and oblig'd by Thee Thou from the ancient Learned Latin store Giv'st us one Author and we hope for more May they enjoy thy Thoughts Let not the Stage The Idl'st Moment of thy hours engage Each year that place some wondrous Monster breeds And the Wits Garden is o're-run with Weeds There Farce is Comedy Bombast call'd Strong Soft words with nothing

said That he that durst perswade her to 't is dead Luc. The King has wrong'd you Is it just that yo● Mischief to me and the whole Nation do Mel. A brave Man rather than not take reveng● Just or unjust should the whole World unhing● Luc. Yet of all Vertues Justice is the best Valour without it is a common Pest. Pirates and Thieves too oft with Courage grac'd Shew us how ill that Vertue may be plac'd 'T is our complexion makes us chast or brave Justice from Reason and from Heav'n we have All other Vertues dwell but in the blood That in the Soul and gives the name of good Justice the Queen of Vertues you despise And only rude and savage Valour prize To your revenge you think the King and all That Sacred is a Sacrifice should fall The Town be ruin'd and this Isle laid wast Only because your Sister is not chast Can you expect that she should be so sage To rule her blood and you not rule your rage Both soul distempers are but yours the worse Less pleasure has and brings a greater curse Mel. In Idle Rhodes Philosophers are bred And you young Prince are in their Morals read Nor is it hard for one that feels no wrong For patient duty to employ his Tongue Oppression makes men mad and from their breast All reason does and sense of duty wrest The Gods are safe when under wrongs we groan Only because we cannot reach their Throne Shall Princes then that are but Gods of clay Think they may safely with our honour play Reward a Souldiers Merit with a stain To his whole Race and yet securely Reign Farewel I know so brave a Man will scorn To tell the secret unto which he 's sworn Luc. aside I promis'd Secresy but did not say I would look tamely on To him Melantius stay Tho you surpriz'd me and my hasty word Restrains my Tongue it tyes not up my Sword Of other Vertues tho you are bereft By your wild rage I know your Valour 's left Swear not to touch my Brother or with speed Behind the Castle-wall let 's meet Mel. Agreed Exit Lucip. Mel. His well-known Vertue and his constant Love To his bad Brother may the people move I 'll take the occasion which he gives to bring Him to his Death and then destroy the King Ex. Mel. Enter the King as discovering himself King O! what an happiness it is to find A friend of our own blood a Brother kind A Prince so good so just so void of fear Is of more value than the Crown I wear The Kingdom offer'd if he would engage He has refus'd with a becoming rage Happy this Isle with such a Hero blest What Vertue dwells not in his Loyal Breast Enter Strato Str. Sir we are lost Melantius has the Fort And the Town rises to assault the Court Wherein they 'll find the strongest part their own If you 'll preserve your self you must be gone I have a Garden opens to the Sea From whence I can your Majesty convey To some near friend King There with your Shallop stay The Game 's not lost I have one Card to play Suffer not Diphilus to leave the Court But bid him presently to me resort Exit Strato Had not this Challenge stopt the impendent fate We must have perisht with the ruin'd State Forts Souldiers Citizens of all bereft There 's nothing but our private Valour lest If he survive I have not long to Reign But he that 's injur'd should be fairly slain The people for their Darling would repine If he should fall by any hand but mine Less wise than valiant the vain man is gone To fight a Duel when his work was done Should I command my Guards to find him where He meets my Brother and destroy him there All hope of Peace for ever would be lost And the wise Rabble would adore his Ghost Dead than alive he would do greater harm And the whole Island to revenge him arm So popular so mighty have I made This fighting man while I liv'd in the Shade But 't was a double fault to raise him so And then dishonour on his house to throw Ill govern'd passions in a Princes Breast Hazard his private and the public rest But Errors not to be recall'd do find Their best redress from presence of the mind Courage our greatest failings does supply And makes all good or handsomely we dye Life is a thing of common use by Heav'n As well to Flyes as unto Princes giv'n But for the Crown 't is a more sacred thing I 'll dying lose it or I 'll live a King Enter Diphilus Come Diphilus we must together walk And of a matter of importance talk Diph. aside What fate is this had he stayd half an hour The rising Town had steed me from his Power Exeunt Scene changes into a Field Into which enter Lucippus and Melantius with Swords drawn Mel. Be yet advis'd th' injurious King forsake Death or a Scepter from Melantius take Lucip. Be thou advis'd thy black design forsake Death or this Counsel from Lucippus take Mel. Youth and vain confidence thy life betray Thro Armies this has made Melantius's way Lucip. Drawn for your King that Sword would wonders do The better Cause makes mine the sharper now Thy brutal anger does the Gods defy Kings are their care resume thy Loyalty Or from thy guilty Head I 'll pluck the Bays And all thy Triumphs shall become my praise Mel. That shall be quickly try'd Enter the King with Diphilus King With Sword in hand ' Like a good Brother by your Brother stand Diph. Glad that your pleasure lies this noble way I never did more willingly obey King Thy Life Melantius I am come to take Of which foul Treason does a forfeit make To do Thee honour I will shed that blood Which the just Laws if I were faultless should Mel. 'T is bravely urg'd Sir but their Guards away Kings have but small advantage of the Law King Having infring'd the Law I wave my right As King and thus submit my self to fight Why did not you your own sierce hand employ As I do mine and tell the reason why A Subject should be heard before he 's slain And does less right belong to us that Reign Mel. If as unjust I could have thought you brave This way I chosen had Revenge to have A way so noble that I must confess Already I begin to hate you less So unexpected and so brave a thing Makes me remember that you are my King And I would rather be contented since He challeng'd first to combat with that Prince That so a Brother for a Sister chang'd We may be of your wanton Pride reveng'd King 'T was I that wrong'd you you my Life have sought No Duel ever was more justly sought We both have reason for our fatal wrath Nor is it fit the World should hold us both Lucippus to the King apart Me for what nobler use can you reserve Than thus

in 'em make a Song 'T is hard to say they steal 'em now adays For sure the Ancients never wrote such Plays These scribbling Insects have what they deserve Not Plenty nor the Glory for to starve That Spencer knew That Tasso felt before And Death found surly Ben exceeding poor Heaven turn the Omen from their Image here May he with Joy the well-plac'd Lawrel wear Great Virgil's happier fortune may he find And be our Caesar like Augustus kind But let not this disturb thy tuneful head Thou writ'st for thy Delight and not for Bread Thou art not curst to write thy Verse with care But art above what other Poets fear What may we not expect from such a hand That has with Books Himself at free Command Thou know'st in Youth what Age has sought in vain And bring'st forth Sons without a Mothers Pain So easie is thy Sense thy Verse so sweet Thy Words so proper and thy Phrase so fit We read and read again and still admire Whence came this Youth and whence this wondrous Fire Pardon this Rapture Sir but who can be Cold and unmov'd yet have his thoughts on thee Thy Goodness may my several faults forgive And by your help these wretched lines may live But if when view'd by your severer sight They seem unworthy to behold the Light Let them with speed in deserv'd flames be thrown They 'll send no sighs nor murmur out a groan But dying silently your justice own On the D. of Monmouth's Expedition into Scotland in the Summer Solstice 1678. SWift as Ioves Messenger the Winged God With Sword as Potent as his Charming Rod He flew to Execute the Kings Command And in a moment reach'd that Northern Land Where Day contesting with approaching Night Assists the Heroe with continu'd Light On Foes surpriz'd and by no Night conceal'd He might have rush'd but Noble Pity held His Hand a while and to their choice gave space Which they would prove his Valour or his Grace This not well heard his Cannon louder spoke And then like Lightning thro that Cloud he broke His Fame his Conduct and that Martial Look The guilty Scotch with such a Terror strook That to his Courage they resign the Field Who to his Bounty had refus'd to yield Glad that so little Loyal Blood it cost He grieves so many Britains should be lost Taking more Pains when he beheld them yield To save the Fliers than to win the Field And at the Court his Interest did employ That none who scap'd his fatal Sword should dye And now these rash bold Men their Error find Not trusting one beyond his Promise kind One whose great Mind so bountiful and brave Had learnt the Arts to Conquer and to Save In Vulgar Breasts no Royal Vertues dwell Such deeds as these his high Extraction tell And gives a secret Joy to him who Reigns To see his Blood Triumph in Monmouth's Veins To see a Leader whom he got and chose Firm to his Friends and fatal to his Foes But seeing Envy like the Sun does beat With scorching Rayes on all that 's high and great This ill requited Monmouth is the Bough The Muses send to shade thy Conqu'ring Brow Lampoons like Squibs may make a present blaze But Time and Thunder pay respect to Bays Cover'd with Dust at one another thrown How can the lustre of their Wit be shown Achilles Arms dazles our present view Kept by the Muse as radiant and as new As from the Forge of Vulcan first they came Thousands of years are past and they the same Such care she takes to pay desert with Fame Then which no Monarch for his Crowns defence Knows how to give a Nobler Recompence Pride NOT the brave Macedonian Youth alone But base Caligula when on the Throne Boundless in Pow'r would make himself a God As if the World depended on his Nod. The Syrian King to Beasts was headlong thrown E're to himself he could be mortal known The meanest wretch if Heav'n should give him Line Would never stop till he were thought divine All might within discern the Serpents pride If from our selves nothing our selves did hide Let the proud Peacock his gay feathers spread And wooe the Female to his painted Bed Let Winds and Seas together rage and swell This Nature teaches and becomes 'em well Pride was not made for Man a conscious sense Of Guilt and Folly and their consequence Destroys the claim and to beholders tells Here nothing but the shape of manhood dwells Of Tea commended by Her Majesty VEnus her Myrtle Phoebus has his Bays Tea both excels which she vouchsafes to praise The best of Queens and best of Herbs we owe To that bold Nation which the way did shew To the fair Region where the Sun does rise Whose rich Productions we so justly prize The Muses Friend Tea does our fancy aid Repress those Vapours which the head invade And keeps that Palace of The Soul serene Fit on her Birth-day to salute the Queen Panegyrick upon O. Cromwell WHile with a strong and yet a gentle hand You bridle Faction our Hearts command Protect us from our selves and from our foe Make us Unite and make us Conquer too Let partial Spirits still aloud complain Think themselves injur'd that they cannot Reign And own no Liberty but when they may Without Controul upon their fellows prey Above the waves as Neptune show'd his face To chide the Winds and save the Trojan Race So has your Highness rais'd above the rest Storms of Ambition tossing us represt Your Drooping Country torn with Civil Hate Restor'd by you is made a Glorious State The Seat of Empire where the Irish come And the unwilling Scot to fetch their doom The Sea 's our own and now all Nations greet With bending Sails each Vessel of our Fleet Your Power extends as far as Winds can blow Or swelling Sails upon the Globe may go Heaven that has plac'd this Island to give Law To Ballance Europe and Her States to awe In this Conjunction does on Britain smile The greatest Leader and the greatest Isle Whether this Portion of the World were Rent By the Rude Ocean from the Continent Or thus Created sure it was design'd To be the Sacred Refuge of Mankind Hither the Oppress'd shall henceforth Resort Justice to Crave and Succour at the Court And then your Highness not for ours alone But for the Worlds Protector shall be known Fame swifter than your Winged Navy flies Through every Land that near the Ocean lyes Sounding your Name and telling dreadful News To all that Piracy and Rapine use With such a Chief the meanest Nation blest Might hope to lift her Head above the rest What may be thought Impossible to do For us Embraced by the Sea and you Lords of the Worlds great waste the Ocean we Whole Forrests send to Reign upon the Sea And every Coast may Trouble or Relieve But none can Visit us without your leave Angels and we have this Prerogative That none can at