imbalming Art that checks the pow'r of Time And curbs Corruption in its very Clime That guards our Carcasses against the Foes Which in the trenches of the Grave repose With whose repairs our Cottages are drest Till the return of their Coelestial Guest Yet yields to Verse a drop of Ink can guard From rav'nous Time more than a pound of Nard When Bodies by such means are most kept safe Thy lie i' th' Tombe but live i' th' Epitaph Yet Verse from whence such benefits accrue Has a design and hopes for more from you Thus Kings of old whence streams of Honour come Receiv'd their Crowns fro'th ' Common-wealth of Rome Nor does the Simile unfit appear Since a whole Senate's congregated here For your great Family did always use A Caesar or a Cato to produce In this one House a noble croud appears The eighth Sphear shines thus with a thousand Stars Like Pliny's fruitful Tree from whose large root An intire Orchard did together shoot One dreamt a Vine sprung from his Daughter's Bed Whose lofty branches Asia overspread Thus England's grac'd and shelter'd by the Tree Of your illustrious-fruitful Progeny The Chanel of your Blood 's unmixt and free From common Issues like to that fam'd Sea Which proudly sucks into its Womb profound That Mess of Rivers which did Eden round You are a rich compound and Heralds view A troop of Nobles and yet all in you Your Person 's a whole Presence in each Eye Ten Heroes in their mixt Elixirs lie You are Mosaick work ta'n in tight sense Where each piece speaks a several excellence THE INVITATION 1662. To the worthy Lady Mrs. Margaret Trafford IT is a Sin to know where Vertues are Goodness and Beauty and not make a Pray'r T' injoy 'em since then Madam all can tell In you these blessings with rich plenty dwell I should be impious not to request To see you and then after to be blest Your absence is a Judgment most men say But little less than that at th' latter Day When we shall want by day the Sun 's great light Nor must injoy the beauteous Queen of Night Black fate and yet your absence makes each time Mourn without light as guilty of the crime 'T is true these Planets may be seen and are When you are absent but they then appear Like dying Tapers or with truer sense Like things that want their prime Intelligence That 's you you gild their Orbs and then refine Their beams by yours and teach 'em how to shine 'T is a religious point now to contend T' injoy you since you'r more than any friend You are a blessing Madam and a Crown For Vertue 's so and serves you as her own How great 's your priviledge since what the best Of Saints did strive for you find in your breast Your goodness will instruct you more at large We are your Creatures Madam and your charge You must be careful of us and create By your rich presence a more happy state Haste then thou true Divinity and give These blessings that we may be good and live Right CHOICE at last 1662. To the same THE Soul too oft in Coldness lost Stands need of Zeal to thaw that Frost Whose Sunshine can great Vertues bring Blossom the Mind and make it spring Fir'd with that sacred heat my breast Copies in flames the Phoenix Nest. The ancient Bird consum'd with Fire Revives into a new desire I' th' Cynders thrives the hopeful Birth As Ashes help t' improve the Earth Those will the fittest Compost prove T' inrich my Heart that Soil of love Cutting the Suckers from the root Will make my Myrtle branches shoot When Zeal's to more than one inclin'd It is th' Idolatry o' th' Mind Love canton'd out lessens its store As many Sons make Kings ev'n poor But Fate does so my Heart advance To be your sole Inheritance That Monarch of my breast as due No Heyr apparent owns but you The noble Romans thus supply'd By Adoption what the Flesh deny'd Observing more returns of worth From Choice than from uncertain birth Those easie charms that Nature move Are but the Childishness of Love The noblest Triumphs and more fame From Consuls than their Tyrants came Till Caesar's fate did overcome And made one Trophy ev'n of Rome My Heart that Common-wealth of Love Like that of Rome in this did prove To present Rulers It was true But yearly chang'd again for new With Crouds of Deities well stor'd And as they pleas'd it them ador'd Like Caesar's your attractive sway Makes it my interest to obey And like dull Mayors inslav'd by Gain I boast the glory of my Chain The LIBERAL LOVER 1662. To the same WHat can my Mistris want whilst I Lay some small claim to Poetry With Cleopatra she shall vie My boasting shall not her deceive For Poets Pope-like Kingdoms give Nay more can make the dead to live Compar'd with Poets Kings are poor Kings have done much but Poets more For they made Gods for Kings t' adore If glitt'ring Pearls seem richer prize I 'l millions give for my Supplies Drop daily from Aurora's Eyes Rubies and Saphires shall not fail With red and blue Clouds I 'l prevail To drop 'em down in shining hail If I once say 't I 'l surely do 't Planets instead of Stars shall shoot And drop down Diamonds at her foot Of Silver her I 'l never stint The Moon 's my Mine and the Man in 't Shall be the Master of the Mint If Guinnies seem the better change Phoebus my Patron shall advance For Gold 's made only by his glance For all these Riches I am poor Then why should I thus feign a store When really her self has more Pearls Rubies Saphires she outvies And all the Diamonds of the Skies With Teeth with Lips with Veins with Eyes My idle Fancy makes me sin The Moon 's not current 't is but Tinn Compar'd to th' Silver of her Skin By these great truths I am controul'd My Guinies will not value-hold She 's all one piece of Angel-Gold DARBY-SHIRE 1663. To Mr. P. K. upon his Prolusion to his intended History of that County I 'L knock at Gate Who is it lives here Ho! It is a Palace by the Portico The Porch of Solomon was thus esteem'd Compar'd with others it a Temple seem'd 'T is thine Aurora which as Poets say Is Harbinger to a more glorious Day Thy Lady-Fancy in her Bed still lies This is the Vsher that attends her rise Her Face is beautiful and makes us wooe T' enjoy the Blessings of the Body too Thy quick Invention may be justly ghest More than half ready since her Head is drest Thy Preface like a hopeful Heir does stand Rich in Reversion of the Father's Land The infant-bud that does such sweetness own What may it promise when the Rose is blown In this small Handful thou hast clutcht such store Methinks thy Country should afford no more Yet Darbyshire is so enrich'd by thee It now may
no good Our Veins are stufft with Coral not with Blood To be i' th' Rain the Service now 's as hot As 'twixt two Armies joyn'd each drop's a shot Each Hail a Bullet shot with ratling noise And Snow white-Powder silently destroys If now our sheep lye down upon the Grass You 'd swear how each a Boronetho was And there took rooting for thus fixt they show Like snowy Hillocks or like breathing Snow Fish freeze i' th' Deeps and think 't a happy lot Now to be caught and put into a Pot. And Hares ev'n frozen in their Forms do lye As they had put themselves into a Pye Nature 's inslav'd her very Breath confin'd Her Lungs are stopt and cannot gather Wind. Sometimes she 's raging mad and fiercely blows Foaming and Froathing all the Earth with Snows Those downy show'rs appear which Boreas brings As though the moulting Clouds had mew'd their wings What else is Snow but feather'd drizzel blown Fro' th' Sky where their swift Pinnions late had flown No other flights than these now haunt the Air Till lym'd with frost they 're forc'd to tarry here The Air 's so thick it does like th' Dead-Sea flow Where Birds with feather'd Oars can scarcely row And hollow Clouds ramm'd full as they can bear Discharge Hail-shot in Volleys through the Air. Those Dew-drops that upon the Earth are found Right Pearls they are and pave the glitt'ring ground Wherever any grassy Turf is view'd It seems a Tansie all with Sugar strew'd The Sea is one great Blister till the Sun Pierce the thick skin and make the Water run 'T was ne'r the Sun's right Looking-Glass before Ice is the Chrystal lin'd with silver Oar. Bold Brittain if but to her self a Friend All the World else seeks vainly her t' offend Safe-bulwarkt with two Walls that fates do grant With those of Wood and these of Adamant Ladies now testifie what Poets told True Pearls they weep Silver they void and Gold But ah for all these Comforts they are cold We Men grow stiff no punishment is worse When former blessings turn a horrid curse Love cools nay burning Lust is frozen dead As cooling Metals lose their shining Red. The Nuptial sheets ev'n freez into a Tomb And Lovers their own statues there become If some small Thaw from Nature's warmth appears The aid is comfortless that ends in Tears The SHRYNE 1665. Vpon seeing her in a Scarlet-Velvet-Mantle AVrora thus begins to rise When she with Crimson trims the Skies But her weak beams are conquer'd soon Yours Madam triumph o're the Sun Too fiercely they our Eyes assail'd If Moses-like you were not veild Infolded there your sweets make good You are a Damask-Rose i' th' bud Roses when they lay by their leaves Those Velvet-Mantles Nature gives Lose their chief Vertue all confess You are most sweet without your Dress Yet since we use with reverence A Carkass when the Soul 's flown thence And when obedience here was shown They honour'd Courts though Kings were gone Let us when we her presence want Adore the Shrine that held the Saint Divines affirm our Churches are Sacred for th' Service offer'd there Rich Mantle when thou her dost fold Thou art the Mine and she the Gold Nature's Exchequer where does lye The total of her Treasury The Zodiac never did intwine More Beauties than are clos'd in thine From her it takes the dazling Grace The Sun-beams shine so through a Glass Thus the expanded Chrystal Skies That both inlight and bless our Eyes Yet serve but as a glorious Skreen For greater beauties are within Nor is it vain to praise the Shell And not the Pearl that there does dwell It is enough if here my Muse Can do but as our Ladies use When they on Limons set their minds And only Candy o're the Rinds The KISS 1656. To Mrs. C. HOLD not your Lips so close dispence Treasures Perfumes and Life from thence Squeeze not those full-ripe Cherries this Becomes a Simper not a Kiss There 's danger to lock up your Breath It Cousin-German is to Death None baggs up wind the Merchant swears Unless some wrinkled Laplanders What needs this Guard it is small sence Thus to hedge in a double Fence Clos'd Lips express but silent Blisses And at the best are but dumb Kisses You are with Cupid little kind To make him Dumb as well as Blind Such Smacks but shew a silent state Kisses should be articulate An open-mouthed Kiss speaks sence It is the Lovers eloquence Let yours speak out then there 's no Bliss To th' Pronuntiation of a Kiss The SCANDAL 1656. Vpon Mrs. K. C. raising one HOW now mad Kitling peevish Brat Canst thou no sooner see than scrat That all who see thee justly doubt Alecto in her Swathing-clout Feat early Mischief tell me why Thou sought'st to wound me with this lie What 's my offence is it not this Because I do no oftner kiss What Fool would do himself the wrong To venture half so near thy Tongue Far worse than Snakes or Adders are Thou dangers dost at both ends bear Thou' rt worse than Scorpions who bring A cure themselves for those they sting But thou' rt all o're with Venom smear'd Thy very Looks are to be fear'd Not that thy Glances have a spice Of Venus but of Cockatrice Nor boast thy Flaxen Curls they be As well signs of a Leprosie That Rock of Tow upon thy Head Prove there are Poyson-pates not Red. The Vertues of CANARY 1656. Tune Isaac's Balls To Mr. G. H. SAck will make a Coward Fight And his Humour vary It will infuse a Nobler Sp'rite Than great Hector's did carry Nay it so will play its part He had rather spill a Quart Of Blood than of Canary Sack makes the daring Seaman wise And resolute as Phocion Not all the Artillery of the Skies Can make him alter his brave motion Tho' Tempests rage and Thunder crack Let him be drowned first in Sack And a Fico for the Ocean If you would have a Doctor wise Bestow on him a Pottle All Wisdom in the Bottom lies No Helicon unto the Bottle And when he can pour down no more He will upon his Knees adore Bacchus above Aristotle Sack can make an Alderman wise And venture at a Ditty 'T will make a Beggar 's thoughts to rise Let his shirt be ne'r so Nitty It can make sweet the crabbed face Of Sergeants and controul their Mace And melt the Rogues to pitty If one have but a spark of Wit Sack will quickly show it And in troth I think it fit By my example you should know it For as once my Lord Gray said I this fine new-sing-song made But Sack made me the Poet. The DELUGE 1657. Vpon the Death of R. Sanderson Esq by the Eruption of a Vein SAD Deluge this what could no Art restrain Nor stop th' o'rflowing Chanal of a Vein A Flood in Harvest thus destroys the hopes Of all the Year and spoils the fruitful Crops Blest Nilus thou deserv'st
by right I 'd have a Wife my self before 't was night Now AElia's Fate I wish which I did flout Who with two coughs blew all her tushes out I sadly find their reason is not bad Who hold 't is Tooth-ach makes our Dogs run mad Tormented still no ease pray let m' alone I 've try'd all Remedies I 've heard but one That is as old-Wifes say in ancient time They cur'd the Tooth-ach with some Charms in rhyme Divine Apollo then vouchsafe me ease Wondrous effects of Verse my Pains now cease Thanks great Apollo thanks I find it true Thou' rt God of Poets and Physitians too The BEADES-MAN To M. J. T. sending begging Verses 1652. I Thank you for your Rhymes there cannot be A surer voucher of your Poverty Verse shews a swelling mind but a lank Purse This makes me answer you again in Verse But to the purpose Sir alas my fate Fits me to pity not to help your State And pity without help is just as good As much-good-doe-you when a Man wants Food God-help-you will not doe 't is of no force Prayers can do much these are but Words of course A civil no a skillful Beggar swore That godly-talkers seldom help the Poor Alas I cannot help it I use wit Sometimes like you to bribe a benefit So that to beg of me is but to call For Alms at th' door of some poor Hospital I 'm but a Beads-man of the better note Like them in every thing but Beard and Coat The SEAL 1652. To Fr. L. Esq THEIR costly pride I hate who did invent These Silver Seals 't were better they were spent In Sprightly Sack than commonly to hing By th' neck at some old-greasie Purse's string Or chain'd to rusty Keys thus Vulcan joyn'd With Venus and black thighs with snowy twin'd As odd a Match as when our Syres convey Soft Silver Curls to Beards of Iron-gray Poyson like Hannibal in Rings we wear And like to Anchorites our Coffins bear To set our selves i' th' stocks is an odd jest As to turn Bayliffs and our selves arrest Seals are for nothing good but to convey Our Land that clog of rising Souls away No feats of Chymistry like this are told Nor sooner drossy Earth can turn to Gold The PROMISE To F. L. Esq with Crashaw's Poems 1653. THESE as I promis'd Sir I send 'T is the chief duty of a Friend If that great honour you 'l allow To owe his Life and pay his Vow He that to 's Promise does not stand Is Knave and Fool under 's own hand Yet 't is not wisdom to appear In Rhyme when witty Crashaw's near A Fool that talks in a wise throng Libels himself with his own tongue A Face with native blackness tann'd Dares not before a Beauty stand My Muse is very black and low And yet not proud as Proverbs go Nor like the Gallants of her Sex Does she at greater Beauties vex She does not with pale Envy frown Because she wears the worser Gown Yet when her Service she expresses To you she 'd wear her richest Dresses Alas that makes her Wants seem more So Beggars richest rags are poor Forc'd ABSENCE 1654. To T. H. WHat keeps thee Tom from visiting thy Friend I ghess the cause doubt thou canst not mend Thou art quite out of Robes hast no cloaths new But what thou vapourd'st with in fifty two Thou com'st far short of Horses they appear More modish and their coats cast twice a year But one whole week abstain from tempting Ale 'T will be apparent by thy little Stale 'T is ten to one thy Dad will not deny Any thing if thou ask him not to dye And that he 'll scarcely do his Conscience such Until thy Trap-stick turn unto a Crutch O! that thou hadst a conscientious Father Whose Eyes and Beard would kindly out together Whose watchful Providence such care would keep To die whilst thou hadst Moisture left to weep But if he rub on still a few more years Rhewm will have spent the Stock of all thy tears And Coughs so waste thy breath all will be gone Not any left thee to create a Groan The SHOWER 1653. To Mrs. S. V. being in the Rain raptim THus looks a Sea-Nymph when she leaves Her Bed and rises from the Waves Thus Flowers we in Water steep That so they may their freshness keep Your Tresses are like Sol's bright Rayes When he appears in rainy dayes Diana when she did appear I' th' Fountain was not half so fair Her ruddy Cheeks deserve a Scoff Although a blush did set 'em off The Short ENJOYMENT 1653. To the same HEnce flatt'ring Fate with hypocritick wiles Thou that didst cheat me with Sardonic smiles Didst mount me to receive the greater Fall And give me Honey thus to swallow Gall Thou shewd'st a chearful Countenance as they Who lavish Smiles but Smiles that will betray Though one Look from her can inrich my fate There is no man but would increase his State Alas like Sun-shine seen in cloudy dayes I only saw a glimm'ring of her Rayes Fortune on some bestowes a happy fate Only to make them more unfortunate Beasts for the Sacrifice were crown'd with Wreaths And sometimes men are brisk before their deaths Deceiving twilight checquer'd with the powers Of Light and Darkness thus the April-showers Drown'd the faint Sun-beams Midwives daily try We 're born no sooner than have cause to cry Thus did I see her but soon lost her sight She and the Sun withdraw their Beams at night She like a fatal flash of Lightning shin'd With sudden glance only to strike me blind The CONVEYANCE 1654. To Mrs. S. V. Madam MY thoughts were vain as well as high To hope the favour of your Eye You shed your Beams on Objects fine On such as do deserve your shine Your Rayes live at a higher rate Than Sol's who does debase his State In gilding Dirt all must consess In seeing us you do no less Yet since we Rusticks justly may In Harvest wish a Sun-shine day 'T is not a crime to wish you here For without you no dayes are clear This Paper rhymes because 't is meet A Lacquey should not want his feet Such is my Muse who comes to day Only this Letter to convey Acceptance almost is its due Since Madam it was born for you 'T will ne'r appear unless it be Adorn'd in your rich Livery For Wit and Fancy grow so scarce Your Name must bring 'em into Verse The FROST 1654. To Mr. W. L. THE streams are fetter'd and with us as rare As Fountains in Arabian Desarts are No tears in Woman's Eyes their skill is crost And that most ready Fountain now is lost Our Nose-drops freez to Pearls and Iewels there Like salvage Indians we are forc'd to wear Bracelets may now be cheap our Lasses try They can spit forth as good as they can buy Glass-Fornaces are needless he 's an Ass That will buy any when he pisses Glass Surgeons with all their Lancets do
the Tribe of Corah still we see Such as 'gainst Gods anointed did conspire All of 'em like the common Enemy Are to be scourged hence with sword and fire We justly then may hope for better times When those are gone by whom we were beguil'd When Achan was condemn'd for his base crimes Success again upon the Hebrews smil'd Your Mercy th' only Balm our wounds to cure Should be like that within Grand-Cairo found Which Stories say will not the Turks indure And only prosper in the Christian-ground §. 12. And now He 's landed Welcome glorious King 'T is fit we branches of fresh Lawrels spread And all our Poets their choice Bays should bring To strew the Paths wherein thy footsteps tread Prostrate my branch and Muse I here lay down Where if she chance thy Royal foot to meet She may prove Laureat and receive a Crown Nobler than those that Popes give with their feet On what more glorious Subject can we write Or what Theme can more choice of Fancy give Than his great Name which brings a sure delight For 't is by it we and our Verse must live 'T is strange that Verse should be to Charles obligd When Kings were formerly oblig'd to it Because his Merits do all Verse exceed And theirs could not attain to what Verse writ His Worth is so apparent Claim so just His Restoration is rejoyc'd by all Thus there was not one Hebrew did disgust The pleasant Manna that from Heav'n did fall To London now he marches and is there Expected with such longing hopes and joys As men condemn'd their welcome pardons hear Or he feels comfort that despairing lies Couragious York wise Glouc'ster on each side Valour and Wisdom on our Monarch wait He in the fortune of great Rome may pride When Fabius and Marcellus serv'd her State Thus on the Body both our Arms attend Which for the common good they 're bound to do And whilst our Moses and his Arms defend His England there 's no fear of any Foe Black-heath presents it self now to our Eyes Where thronging Troops seem like a moving Wood Whose silken Colours whistle out their joys As each its loyal Motto would make good The Horses neigh as he to them were known Bucephalus thus Alexander knew By their loud neighing at our rising Sun They like the Persian Steeds their Monarch shew §. 13. Blest England since thou now canst make it known What to thine honour has of thee been said How foreign Conquest thou ne'r nobly won But when some King of thine thy Armies led Thus of thy Cor-de-Lyon thou may'st boast Who in one Week did sawcy Cyprus win Whose Sword and courage more than the French host Dazled the eyes of furious Saladin Thus thy first Edward whose fame still must live When he to captive Palestine did go His very looks did Ptolomais relieve Let any judge then what his Sword did do Thus thy third Edward fought at Cressy-field Where he beat one King and two others slew Thus that young Mars his glorious Edward quell'd The furious French and haughty Spaniard too Fifth Henry Europe's wonder and thy pride Fought thus at Agen-Court and conquer'd France Thus thine eighth Henry did his Ensigns guide And in Tournay and Turwin them advauce But let none think this a diversion here To him the Sea run all those higher floods All their deserts ally'd to him appear And his th' Elixir of their royal bloods §. 14. But stay my Muse to shorten now the way Whilst he to his Metropolis does ride Here let us celebrate the Month of May May the Spring 's glory and the whole years pride I praise it not because the swelling Vine Shews then its Rubies or the Rose-tree buds Or Lovers stirr'd by Nature's chief design Walk amorous mazes in the pleasant Woods Because the Blossoms smile or Black-bird sings Because the Earth is carpeted with green Or that the fairy Nymphs now dance their Rings As Crowns design'd for Flora by their Queen A far more glorious Cause creates my Song Since in this Month great Charles saw his first Morn To which a second blessing does belong Since now for us this second time he 's born The same procedure has eternal bliss Which the great Word to all has spoken plain For the first birth brings no true happiness Nor comes it unless man be born again Nor was 't enough that the reviving Spring Or pleasant Flow'rs his Vshers did appear More state was sitting for so great a King Which made Heav'n send that shining Harbinger Charles has one Star now more than in his Wayn To point our Saviour out one did appear Both Heaven and Earth by his blest Birth did gain We got a King the Heav'ns did get a Star Blest Prince whom Heav'n providing for did place A Star thus Land-marks serve the Port to show To Sea-men toss'd upon tempestuous Seas So this directs him where at last to go §. 15. London is ghess'd now by those Clouds of Smoak Whose thick curl'd Volumes seem to reach the Skies Thus Priests of old did for great blessings look When Altars smoak'd the most with Sacrifice It is not Fire nor Vapours that compound Those Clouds well nigh in Heav'n already blest No they are pray'rs and pious breathings found That rise from Altars of each loyal breast They 're vanisht now and now the Skies are clear And other Objects meet our wandring Eyes Loud shouts and Bells first having thinn'd the air Temples and Palaces begin to rise Paul's first that mighty Fabrick does appear And to the Skies its lofty top display Which Babel-like our Ancestors did rear To reach to Heav'n though in a better way What was its height before by Lightning fir'd Those active Meteors jealous did chastize Th' usurping Steeple that it thus aspir'd To mount its daring head in higher Skies First Charles design'd to rescue it and thence Its fixed glory never could revolt Since his great Piety would surer fence Than any Lawrels 'gainst a Thunder-bolt But our great Crimes like to the Jewish Sins Did both the Temple and our selves destroy Though Charles like Prince Zerubbabel begins Now he 's return'd to recreate our joy To him she bows her venerable head Which after his she hopes will be new crown'd Thus when the Patriarchs had hap'ly sped To God they quickly did an Altar found The Tower by heroick Caesar built Upon whose Battlements those Streamers play Pleads how the Tides have washt away its guilt Which lately came from the repentant Sea The stately Bridge opprest beneath its weight Yet gladly bears great Charles and all his Train Under whose Arches Tides returning wait Proud to be seen beneath him once again Backwards the Waves with smiling Eddies roul 'Till they again their Viceroy Neptune meet Who charges all his Subjects 'twixt each Pole To smooth their Passes for our Royal Fleet. Go on my Muse thou must not leave him here Into the Town thou must on him attend If thou wilt not the
great Owner move He need not envy Iove Since all 's his own that does beneath him lye Nor is the Metaphor too bold For Reader if thou didst behold All his great things thou wouldst confess All Metaphors went less Than these great truths which stretch'd Hyperboles can but express Mind there the Valleys richly drest With Ceres favours blest That spatious Corn-field there behold Look how the Wind ruffles its Ears Methinks it now appears Rouling with Waves like to a Sea of Gold Now let us Westward try Where we those thick curl'd Heads of Oaks espy Under whose shades are pleasant Groves Where if this rude degenerate Age Were not debauch'd with lustful rage Shepherds and Nymphs might exercise their loves Amidst these Groves is sometimes seen The Castle 's and the Woods fair Queen Who when i th' Spring she does there ride The Spring 's and Nature's pride Diana and her Nymphs are quite out-vy'd Hark! hark what noise is that Some Hunts-man winding a Recheat Look how th' affrighted Herd like to the rest O' th' World forsake a Friend distrest There there the hunted Buck does go So swift that Swallows fly more slow The Hounds now follow Listen to their Cry The Hunts-men ride and hollow If you trust either Ear or Eye Their ecchoing Mouths fright Thunder back The swifter Steeds out-ride the Rack Of gliding Clouds when Tempests vex the Sky Admire this gallant place Surrounded with a large and noble Chase The Deer altho at liberty here stay And in mere gratitude ne'r go astray 'T is princely and but seldom found Such Herds to breed And after feed Then hunt and kill And all this still Ne'r out of his own ground Thrushes and Black-Birds in his Bushes bred And only with his Berries fed Out of his vast Demesnes they cannot fly They hop upon his Ground they hover in his Sky They were in his Dominions bred and there must dye And what is more It has the blessings of an inward store Not as some Beauties are Foolish and fair And what is scandal now as poor Remotest treasures come To make it fit for the great Owners home Vessels in China made That in th' improving Soil were laid By Artists in the Golden age well known As the rich workmanship will own Skreens and Cabinets here shine That from Iapan were brought Such as Europaean Arts cannot design Nor with its choicest treasures can be bought Unless Columbus's traffick hold Who Lead and Iron truckt for Gold Or where a Bead of Glass was found Fit value for a Diamond Such Cost and Furnitures as these May make the Stranger-Reader ghess That I must either feign Or 't is a place for Kings to entertain Their courted Princesses In its own ruines 't was interr'd of late By violence and hate Of Rebels and conspiring Fate No mortal force so strong could prove One Stone from its foundation to remove 'Till Bombards came Whose thunder and whose flame Equall'd if not excell'd th' Artillery of Iove Besieg'd by thousands it at last did yield As tho 't was requisit No fewer hands should ruine it Than did it build In its own rubbish thus it lay Until its noble Dame Design'd its frame And rais'd a Body out of its own Clay The mighty Infant grew Until it was a wonder and delight To Passengers nay to the very Builders view And did command at once and please the sight The Legs and Thighs of massy Columns made The Sinews of tough Lime all interlaid Its ribbs and bones Of strong well-polisht Stones And then its lofty head Near neighbour to the Skies Was cover'd with a Cap of Lead Of Chrystal were its Eyes In twenty years this great Colossus to its height did rise Leave we to celebrate the Case Let us the Diamond adore For so was Rutland's Countess nay and more The very Soul of this great place Of humane things see the event As 't was the Glory so the Monument Of the great Foundress who might be Divested of mortality Before from her own Horeb she to Heav'n went Tho Souls immortal are Yet as their Bodies do decay The faculties o' th' Soul are at a stay And in th' infirmities o' th' Body share A large and vigorous Body asks a Soul Of equal strength Or else it will consume at length Because it can't th' unequal bulk controul So having rais'd this glorious Frame Thy noble Mother knew its bulk and fame Requir'd a spirit suitable to actuate the same For now hers look'd more high Having done two such mighty things on Earth To raise this Pyle and give thee birth Her next great thing was t' obtain Eternity Yet left thee in a state At once both to oblige the World and Fate If thou wilt her example imitate Thou the succeeding Age must bless With a young Lord as she with thee did this The noble Name of Mannors to perpetuate How great a fate on thee depends And glorious Causes must have glorious ends Thy fair Consort may With reason all our expectations pay And we may hopeful of such blessings be Nay more may claim a certainty From such a one as her and such a one as thee Little need is there to boast Of Rarities brought from the Indian Coast. Iapan and China though they be The Cabinets o' th' Asian Treasury We need not thither roam We have more precious Stores at home Boughton thou canst prove this true Boughton the seat of noble Mountague The spreading Tree Of whose illustrious Pedegree Boasts as from Eden it transplanted were Whether you regard the Root Or shining Fruit That it did bear From Sals'bury's great Montacute it came Of whom no further need be said Under Fifth Henry's Ensigns he was bred And at whose dreadful name A Marshal'd Army once of French-men fled Nor could less expected be From Third Edwards Progeny Third Edward that in Cressy Vale First made the Golden Lillies pale To make a deeper red At last those streams of Honour ran To Boughton's Mountague as to the Ocean Too large to be confined there It overflow'd the Banks that noble blood Swell'd like a Silver-streaming Flood Until it did begin Two Earldoms more to circle in Of Sandwich and of Manchester Manchester shall not imploy my Song The Truth I will not nor the Muses wrong But both will purchase fame By Sandwiche's ennobled name Sandwich our Nation 's Phoenix that expir'd In flames in his rich Nest was fir'd None ever greater dy'd He the Dutch-Navy with one Ship defi'd He stood the mark of the whole War Until our Navy were secur'd from fear Then from his Ship did Smoke and flames arise What nobler fame Can add to Mountagu's great Name Than to fall England's Boast and Sacrifice What mighty hopes might needs ensue From Mannors and from Mountague Mannors a noble Bud so richly set By all advantages of Fate It was thought worthy to inoculate With a rich Branch of Great Plantaginet Swell'd was this hopeful Bud With the red Roses blood Strain'd through Fourth