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A54716	Poems by the most deservedly admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the matchless Orinda ; to which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace, tragedies ; with several other translations out of French.; Poems. Selections	Philips, Katherine, 1631-1664.; Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684. Horace. English.; Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684. Mort de Pompée. English.	1667 (1667)	Wing P2033; ESTC R19299	158,166	358

secret Contract past below There Love into Identity does go 'T is the first unities Monarchique Throne The Centre that knits all where the great Three 's but One Abraham Cowley The Table Poem 1 UPon the double Murther of K. Charles I. in answer to a libellous Copy of Rymes made by Vavasor Powell Page 1 Poem 2 On the numerous Access of the English to wait upon the King in Flanders Page 2 Poem 3 Arion on a Dolphin To his Majesty at his passage into England Page 3 Poem 4 On the fair weather just at the Coronation it having rained immediately before and after Page 5 Poem 5 To the Queen's Majesty on her arrival at Portsmouth May 14. 1662. Page ib. Poem 6 To the Queen-Mother's Majesty Jan. 1. 1660 1. Page 7 Poem 7 Vpon the Princess Royal her Return into England Page 8 Poem 8 On the Death of the illustrious Duke of Gloucester Page 9 Poem 9 To her Royal Highness the Dutchess of York on her commanding me to send her some things that I had written Page 11 Poem 10 On the Death of the Queen of Bohemia Page 12 Poem 11 On the third of September 1651. Page 13 Poem 12 To the noble Palaemon on his incomparable Discourse of Friendship Page 14 Poem 13 To the Right honourable Alice Countess of Carbury at her coming into Wales Page 16 Poem 14 To Sir Edward Deering the noble Silvander on his Dream and Navy personating Orinda 's preferring Rosania before Solomon 's Traffick to Ophir Page 17 Poem 15 To Mr. Henry Lawes Page 18 Poem 16 A Sea-voyage from Tenby to Bristol begun Sept. 5. 1652. sent from Bristol to Lucasia Sept. 8. 1652. Page 19 Poem 17 Friendship 's Mystery To my dearest Lucasia Page 21 Poem 18 Content to my dearest Lucasia Page 22 Poem 19 A Dialogue of Absence 'twixt Lucasia and Orinda Set by Mr. Henry Lawes Page 25 Poem 20 To my dearest Sister Mrs. C. P. on her marriage Page 26 Poem 21 To Mr. Henry Vaughan Silurist on his Poems Page 27 Poem 22 A retired friendship to Ardelia Page 28 Poem 23 To Mrs. Mary Carne when Philaster courted her Page 30 Poem 24 To Mr. J. B. the noble Cr●tander upon a Composition of his which he was not willing to own publickly Page 31 Poem 25 To the Excellent Mrs. Anne Owen upon her receiving the name of Lucasia and adoption into our Society December 28. 1651. Page 32 Poem 26 To the truly noble Mrs. Anne Owen On my first Approches Page 33 Poem 27 Lucasia Page 34 Poem 28 Wiston Vault Page 36 Poem 29 Friendship in Embleme or the Seal to my dearest Lucasia Page ib. Poem 30 In memory of F. P. who dyed at Acton May 24. 1660. at 12. and ½ of age Page 39 Poem 31 In memory of that excellent person Mrs. Mary Lloyd of Bodidrist in Denbigh-shire who dyed Nov. 13. 1656. after she came thither from Pembroke-shire Page 42 Poem 32 To the truly competent judge of Honour Lucasia upon a scandalous Libel made by J. J. Page 45 Poem 33 To Antenor on a Paper of mine which J. J. threatens to publish to prejudice him Page 47 Poem 34 Rosania shadowed whilst Mrs. Mary Awbrey Page 48 Poem 35 To the Queen of inconstancy Regina Collier in Antwerp Page 50 Poem 36 To my excellent Lucasia on our friendship Page 51 Poem 37 Rosania 's private Marriage Page 52 Poem 38 Injuria Amicitiae Page 53 Poem 39 To Regina Collier on her cruelty to Philaster Page 55 Poem 40 To Philaster on his Melancholy for Regina Page ib. Poem 41 Philoclea 's parting Page 56 Poem 42 To Rosania now Mrs. Montague being with her Page ib. Poem 43 To my Lucasia Page 58 Poem 44 On Controversies in Religion Page 59 Poem 45 To the honoured Lady E. C. Page 61 Poem 46 Parting with Lucasia a Song Page 65 Poem 47 Against Pleasure Set tby Dr. Coleman Page 66 Poem 48 A Prayer Page 68 Poem 49 To Mrs. M. A. upon absence Page 69 Poem 50 To Mrs. Mary Awbrey Page 70 Poem 51 In memory of Mr. Cartwright Page 71 Poem 52 Mr. Francis Finch the excellent Palaemon Page 72 Poem 53 To Mrs. M. A. at parting Page 74 Poem 54 To my dearest Antenor on his parting Page 76 Poem 55 Engraven on Mr. John Collier 's Tomb-stone at Bedlington Page 77 Poem 56 On the little Regina Collier on the same Tomb-stone Page 78 Poem 57 Friendship Page ib. Poem 58 The Enquiry Page 80 Poem 59 To my Lucasia in defence of declared friendship Page 82 Poem 60 A Resvery Page 86 Poem 61 A Country-life Page 88 Poem 62 To Mrs. Wogan my honoured friend on the death of her Husband Page 91 Poem 63 In memory of the most justly honoured Mrs. Owen of Orielton Page 92 Poem 64 A Friend Page 94 Poem 65 L' Accord du Bien Page 98 Poem 66 Invitation to the Country Page 103 Poem 67 In memory of Mrs. E. H. Page 104 Poem 68 On Rosania 's Apostacy and Lucasia 's friendship Page 106 Poem 69 To my Lady Eliz. Boyle singing Now Affairs c. Page 107 Poem 70 Submission Page 108 Poem 71 2 Cor. 5. 19. God was in Christ reconciling the world to himself Page 110 Poem 72 The World Page 111 Poem 73 The Soul Page 114 Poem 74 Happiness Page 118 Poem 75 Death Page 119 Poem 76 To the Queen's Majesty on her late sickness and Recovery Page 121 Poem 77 Ode upon Retirement Page 122 Poem 78 The Irish Grey-hound Page 125 Poem 79 Song to the tune of Sommes nous pas trop heureux Page 126 Poem 80 A Dialogue betwixt Lucasia Rosania imitating that of gentle Thersis Page ib. Poem 81 Song to the Tune of Adieu Phillis Page 127 Poem 82 An Epitaph on my honoured Mother Mrs. Philips of Portheynon in Cardigan-shire who dyed Jan. 1. 1662 3. Page 128 Poem 83 Lucasia Rosania and Orinda parting at a Fountain July 1663. Page 129 Poem 84 A Farewel to Rosania Page 130 Poem 85 To my Lady Anne Boyle saying I looked angrily upon her Page ib. Poem 86 On the Welsh Language Page 131 Poem 87 To the Countess of Thanet upon her marriage Page 132 Poem 88 Epitapb on her Son H. P. at St. Syth's Church where her body also lies interred Page 134 Poem 89 On the death of my Lord Rich only Son to the Earl of Warwick who dyed of the small Pox 1664. Page 135 Poem 90 The Virgin Page 136 Poem 91 Vpon the graving of her name upon a Tree in Barne-Elms Walks Page 137 Poem 92 To my dearest friend Mrs. A. Owen upon her greatest loss Page ib. Poem 93 Orinda to Lucasia parting October 1661. at London Page 139 Poem 94 On the first of January 1657. Page 141 Poem 95 To my Lady M. Cavendish chosing the name of Policrite Page 142 Poem 96 Against Love Page 143 Poem 97 A Dialogue of friendship multiplied Page ib. Poem 98 Rosania to Lucasia on her Letters Page 144 Poem 99 To my Antenor

tremble at your Frown For England shall rul'd and restor'd by You The suppliant world protect or else subdue On the Fair Weather just at the Coronation it having rained immediately before and after SO clear a season and so snatch'd from storms Shews Heav'n delights to see what Man performs Well knew the Sun if such a day were dim It would have been an injury to him For then a Cloud had from his eye conceal'd The noblest sight that ever he beheld He therefore check'd th' invading Rains we fear'd And in a bright Parenthesis appear'd So that we knew not which look'd most content The King the People or the Firmament But the Solemnity once fully past The storm return'd with an impetuous hast And Heav'n and Earth each other to out-do Vied both in Cannons and in Fire-works too So Israel past through the divided floud While in obedient heaps the Ocean stood But the same Sea the Hebrews once on shore Return'd in torrents where it was before To the Queen's Majesty on her Arrival at Portsmouth May 14. 1662. NOw that the Seas Winds so kind are grown For our advantage to resign their own Now you have quitted the triumphant Fleet And suffered English ground to kiss your Feet Whilst your glad Subjects with impatience throng To see a Blessing they have begg'd so long Whilst Nature who in complement to you Kept back till now her wealth and beauty too Hath to attend the lustre your eyes bring Sent forth her lov'd Embassadour the Spring Whilst in your praise Fame's echo doth conspire With the soft touches of the sacred Lyre Let an obscurer Muse upon her knees Present you with such Offerings as these And you as a Divinity adore That so your mercy may appear the more Who though of those you should the best receive Can such imperfect ones as these forgive Hail Royal Beauty Virgin bright and great Who do our hopes secure our joys compleat We cannot reckon what to you we owe Who make Him happy who makes us be so But Heav'n for us the desp'rate debt hath paid Who such a Monarch hath your Trophee made A Prince whose Vertue did alone subdue Armies of Men and of Offences too So good that from him all our blessings flow Yet is a greater than he can bestow So great that he dispenses life and death And Europe's fate depends upon his breath For Fortune in amends now courts him more Than ever she affronted him before As Lovers that of Jealousie repent Grow troublesome in kind acknowledgment Who greater courage shew'd in wooing you Than other Princes in their battels do Never was Spain so generously defi'd Where they design'd a Prey he courts a Bride Hence they may guess what will his Anger prove When he appear'd so brave in making Love And be more wise than to provoke his Arms Who can submit to nothing but your Charms And till they give him leisure to subdue His Enemies must owe their peace to you Whilst he and you mixing illustrious Rays As much above our wishes as our praise Such Hero's shall produce as even they Without regret or blushes shall obey To the Queen-mother's Majesty Jan. 1. 1660 1. YOu justly may forsake a Land which you Have found so guilty and so fatal too Fortune injurious to your Innocence Shot all her poison'd arrows here or hence 'T was here bold Rebels once your Life pursu'd To whom 't was Treason only to be rude Till you were forc'd by their unwearied spight O glorious Criminal to take your flight Whence after you all that was Humane fled For here oh here the Royal Martyr bled Whose cause and heart must be divine and high That having you could be content to die Here they purloin'd what we to you did owe And paid you in variety of woe Yet all those billows in your breast did meet A heart so firm so loyal and so sweet That over them you greater conquest made Than your Immortal Father ever had For we may read in story of some few That fought like him none that indur'd like you Till Sorrow blush'd to act what Traitors meant And Providence it self did first repent But as our Active so our Passive ill Hath made your share to be the sufferer's still As from our Mischiefs all your troubles grew 'T is your sad right to suffer for them too Else our Great Charles had not been hence so long Nor the Illustrious Glou'ster dy'd so young Nor had we lost a Princess all confest To be the greatest wisest and the best Who leaving colder parts but less unkind For it was here she set and there she shin'd Did to a most ungrateful Climate come To make a Visit and to find a Tomb. So that we should as much your smile despair As of your stay in this unpurged air But that your Mercy doth exceed our Crimes As much as your Example former times And will forgive our Off'rings though the flame Does tremble still betwixt regret and shame For we have justly suffered more than you By the sad guilt of all your suff'rings too As you the great Idea have been seen Of either fortune and in both a Queen Live still triumphant by the noblest wars And justifie your reconciled stars See your Offenders for your mercy bow And your try'd Virtue all Mankind allow While you to such a Race have given birth As are contended for by Heaven and Earth Vpon the Princess Royal her Return into ENGLAND WElcome sure Pledge of reconciled Powers If Kingdoms have Good Angels you are ours For th' Ill ones check'd by your bright influence Could never strike till you were hurried hence But then as Streams withstood more rapid grow War and Confusion soon did overflow Such and so many sorrows did succeed As it would be a new one now to read But whilst your Lustre was to us deny'd You scatter'd blessings every where beside Nature and Fortune have so curious been To give you Worth and Scene to shew it in But we do most admire that gen'rous Care Which did your glorious Brother's sufferings share So that he thought them in your Presence none And yet your suff'rings did increase his own O wondrous Prodigy O Race Divine Who owe more to your Actions than your Line Your Lives exalt your Father's deathless Name The blush of England and the boast of Fame Pardon Great Madam this unfit Address Which does profane the Glory 't would confess Our Crimes have banish'd us from you and we Were more remov'd by them than by the Sea Nor is it known whether we wrong'd you more When we rebell'd or now we do adore But what Guilt found Devotion cannot miss And you who pardon'd that will pardon this Your blest Return tells us our storms are ceas'd Our faults forgiven and our stars appeas'd Your Mercy which no Malice could destroy Shall first bestow and then instruct our Joy For bounteous Heav'n hath in your Highness sent Our great Example Bliss and Ornament On the