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Poems. By W.H.
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Hammond, William, b. 1614.
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1655
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of ravishing delight Cannot when he knocks at their earthen Gate Suffer him storm his entrance but dilate Their ready hearts as to a friend for now He beares no sting no horror in his brow The Christiall-Ruby streame which did pursue The spear that sluc't Christs side dyde his grim hue To white and red beautys complection He comes no more to spoile thy mansion But to afford thee that Inheritance Which cannot be conceiv'd without a Trance To be translated to the fellowship Of Angells there with an immortall lip To drink Nectarean bowles of endlesse good Where the Creators face is the Soules food The best condition here is but to be An elect spouse to that great deitie But death the Bride-maid leads us to the bed Where youth and pleasures are eternised When I consider the whole world obeys Creations law onely untame man strayes I cannot think this is his proper sphear Where all his actions move irregular Nor shall my wishes ever so exclude The decent orderly vicissitude Of Natures constant Harmony to pray For a harsh jarring by unruly stay These with the pâ—ines and shame of doting age Wit cause the mind betimes to loath her Cage On the death of my dear brother Mr. H. S. drown'd The Tomb WHy weeps this Marble can his frigid power Thicken the ambient air into a shower Ah no these teares have sure an other cause Then the necessity of Natures Lawes These teares their spring have from within there lies The spoile of Nature crime of destinies How well this silent sadnesse doth become His awfull shade the horrour of the Tomb Strikes palenesse through my soule yet I must on And pay the rights of my devotion Pardon you guardian Angells who attend And keep his bones safe from the stygian fiend That I disturb your watch with untun'd layes I come to mourne and not to sing his praise A Sun that sat in flouds but oh sad hast Ere the Meridian of his age was past A purer day the East did nere disclose Then in his clear affections orient rose Tempestuous passion did in him appear But Physick as the lightnings purge the aire Martiall his temper was yet overcame Others by smiles himselfe by force did tame Here lies the best of man nature with thee Lost her perfection and integritie On the same The Boast HOW well this brittle Boat doth personate Mans fraile estate Whose concave fill'd with lightsome aire did scorn The proudest storm Mans fleshy boat beares up whilst breath doth last He feares no blast Poor floating Bark whilst on yon mount you stood Rain was your food Now the same moisture which once made thee grow Doth thee oreflow Rash youth hath too much saile his giddy path No ballast hath He thinks his Keel of wit can cut all waves And passe those Graves Can shoot all Cataracts and safely steer The fourscorth year But stoop thine eare ill-councelld youth and hark Look on this Bark His Emblem whom it carried both defi'd Stormes yet soon dyed Onely this difference that sunk downward this Waighd up to blâ—sse On the same The Tempers THe Elements that do mans house compose Are all his chiefest foes Fire Aire Earth Water all are at debate Which shall predominate Sometimes the Tyrant fire in feavours raves And brings us to our graves Sometimes the Aire in whirling of our braines And windy Colicks raignes Now Earth with melancoly man invades Making us walking shades Now water in salt Rheumes works our decay And dropseys quench our day But this war equall was in him the fight Harmony and delight Till Treacherous Thames taking the waters part Surpriz'd his open heart To my dear Sister Mrs. S. The Chamber ENtring your doore Istarted back sure this Said I deaths shady house and household is And yonder shines a beauty as of old Magnificent Tombs eternall Lamps did hold In lieu of lifes light a fair Taper hid In a dark lanthorn an eye shut in 's lid A flower in shade a star in nights dark womb An alablaster Columne to a Tomb But why this night in day can thy fair eye Delight in such an Aethiops company Man hath too many naturall clouds his bloud And flesh so blind his hood wink'd soule that good Is scarce discern'd from bad why should we then Seek out an artificiall darkesome den The better part of nature hidden lies The stars indeed we may behold and Skies But not their Influence we see the fire But not then heat why then should we desire More night when darknesse so ore Nature lies That all things mask their better qualities To the same Thursday NOw I me resolv'd the crasy Universe Growes old the Sun himselfe is nigh his hearse Seven Daughters in one week his youthfull rayes Were wont to get but since his strength decays Six are the most Thursday is lost for we Who boast our selves skill'd in th' Astronomy Of your day-shedding eyes by that light swear That day is lost in which you not appear That thy dark phancy might a giant-woe Beget thou makst a night Herculean too The late Astronomers have found it true We have lost many dayes but 't is by you Our calculation erres and we shall rage If you go on to cheat us of our age One day in Seaven is lost and in threescore We are bereaved of nine yeares and more So will your grief dilate it selfe like day And all as you become untimely gray To the same the Rose AFter the honey drops of pearly showers Vrania walk'd to gather flowers Sweet Rose I heard her say why are these feares Are these drops on thy cheek thy teares By those thy beauty fresher is thy smell Arabian spices doth excell This rain the Rose replied feeds and betrays My odours adds and cuts off dayes Had not I spread my leaves to catch this dew My scent had not invited you Vrania sigh'd and softly said 't is so Showers blow the rose and ripen woe For mine a lasse when washt in flouds sweet clean Heaven put his hand forth and did glean To the same Mans Life MAn's life was once a span now one of those Atoms of which old Sophies did compose The world a thing so small no emptinesse Nature can find at all by his decease Nor need she to attenuate the aire And spreading it his vacancy repaire The swellings that in hearts and eyes arise Repay with ample bulk deaths robberies Why should we then weep for a thing so slight Converting lifes short day to a long night For sorrowes make one Moneth seem many yeares Times multiplying glasse is made of teares Our life is but a painted perspective Greif the false light that doth the distance give Nor doth it with delight as shaddowing Set off but as a staffe fixt in a spring Seem crookt and larger then dry up thy teares Since through a double mean nought right appeares To the same The Excuse NOr can your sexes easinesse excuse Or countenance your teares to be profuse Some she 's
there are whose breath is onely sighes Who weep their own in others obsequies But in the reason like the Sun at noon Dispells usurping clouds of Passion Where feminine defects are wanting there All Femininee xcuses wanting are Think not since vertue then above them reares A womans name can priviledge thy teares Fortune materiall things onely controwles But doth her selfe pay homage unto soules There hath no power can do no injurie The Pavement where the stars their dances form By their own Musick is above all storme For Meteors but imperfect mixtures are In the raw bosome of distemperd aire Then let thy soule shine in her Christall spheare They 're Comets in the troubled air appear To the same The Reasons IS it because he died or that his yeares Not many were that causeth all these teares If for the first you should have alwayes wept Even in his life from first acquaintance kept Sorrow awake for that you know his Fate Prefixed had a necessary date How unadvisedly do you lament Because things mortall are not permanent Or is 't because he ere his aged Snow Or Autume came was ravishd from the bough Ask but the sacred Oracle you there Shall find untimely deaths no windfall are The grand example Miracle of good In vertue onely old slain in the bud Newly disclosing man It were a shame To wish then that of his a longer flame Who would not dy before subdued by age That Conquest oft Fortune pursues with rage Or sin in that advantage wounds him worse To wish him long life then had been a curse To the same The Teares YOu moderne wits who call this world a star Who say the other planets too worlds are And that the spots that in the midstar found Are to the people there Ilands and ground And that the water which surrounds the Earth Reflects to each and gives their shining birth The brightnesse of these teares had you but seen Faln from her eyes no argument had been To contradict that water here displayes To them as they to us siderious rayes Her Teares have then the stars a better right And a more clear propriety to light For stars receive their borrowd beames from far These bring their own along with them and are Born in the sphear of light Others may blind Themselves with weeping much because they spend The brightnesse of their eyes upon their teares But hers are inexhaustible she spares Beames to her teares as Tapers lend their light And should excesse of teares rob her of sight Two of these moist sparks might restore't our eyes An humour watry chrystalline comprise Why may not then two christall drops restore That sight a Christall humour gave before Love dewes his locks here woes each drop to fall A pupill in his eye and sight recall And I hope fortune passing through this rain Will at last see to recompence her pain On the death of my much honourd Vncle Mr. G. Sandys PArdon great Soul if duty grounded on Bloud and affections firm devotion Force my weak muse to sacriledge and by Short-payment rob thy sacred memory To be thy wits Executor though I No title have yet a small Legacy Fitting my small reception didst thou leave Which from thy learned works I did receive I should then prove unthankfull to deny Some spices to embalm that memory Whose Soul and better part thy lines alone Establish in Eternity's bright throne Our humble art the body of thy fame Onely to Memphian mummie tries to frame Which though a swarthy drynesse it puts on Is raised yet above corruption A Tomb of rarest art Magnificent As ' ere the East did to thy eyes present Erected by great Falklands learned hands To thee alive in his eloqiums stands Thy body we are onely then t' interre And to those matchlesse Epitaphs refer The hasty passenger that cannot stay To heare thy larger Muse her worth display Unlesse unto the Croud about the Hearse Those busy Sons of sense I shall rehearse What worth in thy material part did dwell And at the funerall thy Scutcheons spell Declare the extraction of thy noble line What graces from all parts of thee did shine That age thy sense did not at seventy cloud And thee a youth all then but death allow'd As for thy Soul if any do enquire T is making Anthems in the heavenly Quire Epitaph on Sir R. D. HEre lies the pattern of good men Heaven and Earths lov'd Citizen The Worlds faint wishes scarse can reach The good he did by action teach So hating semblence that his mind Left her deportment still behind That he far better was then ere Unto the worlds eye did appeare The poor can witnesse this who cry Aloud their losse his Charity The same and feeble now must creep To shew their crutch is laid asleep His Houshold Servants Tenants all Weep here their Fathers Funeral The war that gorg'd on his Estate His Table never could abate If ever he unjust was known 'T was in receding from his own Exchanging what with trouble he Might save to keep tranquilitie His host of vertues struck such feare Into his foes they did not dare To lay on his that penalty They did on others Loyalty Which bore with him as high a rate As those who bought it with their ' state Prudence and Innocence had made A league no harm should him invade Peacefull amidst the wars his life As in the Elementall strife Of bodys that are temperd well Harmonious Soules at quiet dwell When the worst humour had prevaild Upon the State his vitaâ—ls faild To shew this feeling members health Was wrapt up in the Common-wealth Grace Compar'd to the Sun GRace as the Sun incessantly its light Dilates upon the Vniversall face Pagans that sit in Antipodian night Tast by reflex of reason beames of grace Their sickly planet Queen of night not sleep Her wakefull eye in the Suns beames may steep Grace is the Soules Soul the informing part Reason like Phosphere ushers in the day But the terene affections of the heart Repell which Pharean clouds this sacred ray Internall as externall night alone Springs from the Earths interposition Goodnesse is priz'd by her own latitude The Persian wisest of Idolaters Adores the Sun as the most common good From whose balm Natures hand nothing interrs Worse then the Caliph is that votary Who worships a lesse loving deity The Sun would raise this Globe to nobler birth Transforming into Gold each minerall But in disposure of the Stubbourn Earth Renders his vertue ineffectuall Thus grace endeavours all to sublimate Then blame thy selfe if not regenerate Vpon the Nativity of our saviour and Sacrament then received SEe from his watry Tropick how the Sun Approacheth by a double motion The same flight tending to the western seas Wheeles Northward by insensible degrees So this blest day beares to our Intellect As its bright fire a duplycate respect None but a two-fac'd Janus can be guest And fit himselfe unto this double feast That must before joyntly the Manger see And view behind the execrable Tree Here the blest Virgins living milk and there The fatall streames of the Sons bloud appear Crowns at his tender feet in Bethlem ly Thorns bind his manly browes in Calvary Th' ashamed Sun from this his light withdrew A new born star the other joy'd to shew To furnish out this feast lo in the pot Death here consults the salting Antidot But least the sad allay should interfer And corrupt this days smile into a tear This very death makes up a fuller mirth Bequeathing to the worthy Guest new birth As to the mystick head beseemingly So to each member gives Nativity The difference onely this the deitie Born to our flesh into his Spirit we FINIS