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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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Wing H626; Thomason E1604_1; ESTC R208440
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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
pay as homage to thy sweeter lips Where such Nectarean fragrancy he sips That richly laden to the East he roues And with thy breath perfumes those spicy groves Their native fount and sacred Naiades These Issuing streames renouncing to the presse whom finding they with purling murmurs chide That Natures Law Commands away their tide wishing that winter would confine their race In Icy chaines that they might stand and gaze If thou canst thus enflame Natures cold rheume What wonder that my youthfull floud consume The cruell Mistresse TELL me O love why Celia smooth As Seas when winds forbear to sooth Their waves to wanton curles then down More soft which doth the Thistle Crown Whither then is the milky road That leades to Joves supreme aboad Should harder far and rougher be Then most obdurate rocks to me Sheds on my hopes as little day As the pale Moon 's aclipsed ray My heart would break but that I hear Love gently whisper in my ear Actions of women by affection lead Must backward like the sacred tongue be read To his Mistresse Desiring him to absent himselfe SEE how this river 's liquid glasse Can never cease its motion Untill he hide his Christall face i th' bosome of the Ocean The amorous Nymphs who closely guide His purling Chariots reines Declare that loves impetuous tide To be represt disdaines Charm Zephyr that his gentle wing Not with Narcissus play The Sun in his diurnall ring From Thetis lap delay Stop the departed soules career To its appointed blisses All thiâ— effected you may steer Me to abstaine your kisses To his scornfull Mistresse LOve in 's first infant dayes had 's Wardrobe full Sometimes we found him courting in a Bull Then drest in snowy plumes his long neck is Made pliable and fit to reach a kisse When aptest for imbraces he became Either a winding Snake or curling Flame And cunningly a pressing kisse to gaine The Virgins honour in a Grape would staine When he consulted Lawns for privacies The Shepheard or his Ram was his disguise But the blood raging to a rape put on A Satyre or a wilder Stallion And for variety in Thetis Court Did like a Dolphin with the Sea-Nymph sport But since the sad Barbarian yoak hath bowd The Grecian neck Love hath lesse change allowd Contracted lives in eyes no flaming robes Wears but are lent him in your Christall Globes Not worth a waterd Garment when he wears That Element he steals it from my tears A Snake he is alasse when folded in Your frowns where too much sting guards the fair skin A Shepheard unto cares and onely sips The blushing Grape of your Nectarean lips The Ram Bull stallion Satyrs onely fight Loves battels now in my wild appetite He in his Swan too suffers a restraint Cygnaean onely in my dying plaint Since all his actions love to moralls turnes And faintly now in things lesse reall burnes In such a weaknesse contraries destroy And she his murdresse is who now is coy To Mr. J. L. Vpon his Treatise of Dialling OLd time but for thy art alone would passe And idly bear his solitary glasse Though he fly fast thy judgment mounted on The wings of fancy yoakes his motion Each little sand falls not unquestioned by The due observance of thy piercing eye Each moment you converse with so that thus Discoursing his stage seemes not tedious others perhaps by their mechanick art May ask him what 's a clock then let him part Thou in thy circles conjur'st him to stay Till he relate to thee the month and day All propositions of the Globe dost bring To be confest as well in dialling What lucky signes successively do run By the reclining chariot of the Sun And in a various dialect of Schemes Interprets't all the motions of his beames How many houres each day he travells in When he arrives diogonall Inne Other bookes show the trade of dialling But thine the art and reason of the thing Thou knowst the spring and cause that makes it go Addest new wheeles demonstrated all so That weake eyes now may see what was before Defective in the fam'd Osorius store A lim at least of this celestiall trade Asleep till now lay in the Gnomons shade Nor teachest thou as those who first did find With much circumference the Indian mine Thy needle points the nearest way and hath Made streight th' obliquity of the old path Thou nor thine art our praises need yet I Will for this miracle both deify Thine art enlightens by a shade of that Nothing a reall Science you create Epithalamium To the L. T. marryed in the North WElcome fairest Thee our rime Congratulates rather then him Who shines obliquely on our Clime Thy beams directly pointed fall That we our Bear the Cancer call This Zone stile Equinoctiall The mists our Germane Seas create Thy eyes though Phaebus mediate Originally dissipate Cassiope though heavenly faire Hides her new face and burnisht Chaire When you enlighten the dayes aire They onely rule materiall sense Your loves example may dispence To inflam'd soules chast influence Unto that flame which doubly warmes Thy beauty's Summer and loves charmes May time nor sickness threaten harmes My Hymens torch on northen shore Dilate into a Pharos For Besieg'd by cold fire burnes the more To Eugenio A discription of the love of true Friendship MAN of a troubled Spirit prone to fight In fortitude placing too much delight Unjustly Friendship disinherited No dowry to her hath proportioned Amongst the morall Sisters of the will Goddesse of youth though she yet should not fill Their cups be she none of the wheeles her right Is in the treasure drawes the appetite To amiable good But if the raine Be held by Prudence for she guides the wain This virtue next inheritrix is she Fitted to turne upon that axletree For lamely would the wills bright chariot move If not inform'd by friendly heat of Love Whose lightning shoots directly never bends Reflecting glances upon private ends Indeed her sister of a bastard race Squints on her good like Venus in her glasse Mechanick love desire with usury Which nere is lent but for utility Or some returne of pleasure to the sense A thrifty worldling hight Concupiscence The first a wealthy Queen of generous strain The latter indigent and works for gaine That from the bosome of the deitie Derives the lustre of her pedigree Who of this wonder truely is possest Hath heavens Epitome lodg'd in his breast This Children to their Parents give by this Perfumd with Frankincense the alter is That 's Gold refined whose solidity The perfect emblem of true constancy Being ductile will consume it selfe and pine Even to small threads to make another fine Self-loving this as subtle Mercury Which parted to it self again doth fly Ad amicum cognatum T. S. AETernae primo repetam de fonte Sobrine A nobis initum foedus amicitiae Non erat in causis probitas promiscua morum Quodque iisdem tecum ritibus oro