Whilst thou dost strut like th' Assi ' th' Lions skin Adorn'd without but still an Ass within He 's like the Jay drest up i' th' Peacock's Plumes Who Parents merits to himself assumes And when these trapping Toys are claim'd away He will become a scoff a naked Jay Heroick Fathers honour proves a shame To Sons when they build on their Fathers Fame And nought perform themselves whereby may seem As Rivals of their Ancestors esteem Nay more he sacrilegious doth become Who steals his Father's honour from his Tomb For from the dead he derogates their Fame Who from their Acts doth take his borrow'd name Thus Parents noble Actions and Renown We most unjustly claim and call our own If thou then wouldst true honours pitch ascend Go to thy mind t' Heroick Vertues bend On the Fire-Works LET Earth at Lightning stand amaz'd no more Nor dread a Thunderbolt when Claps do rore Since Heaven thereby its Triumphs seem'd to shew When our Great Jove for Joy did thunder too But 's sacred NVMEN brandished no Darts ' Less those of Love to penetrate our hearts So Heaven and Earth did Rivals prove in joy When flash for flash and clap for clap they 'd pay The more to celebrate the Princely Son Whom without doubt the future Age will own Heir to his Father's Vertue as his Crown But as the Royal Consorts view'd the Thames Streaming with Fire how did they gild the flames With sacred lustre How the Stars on high Receiv'd a Gloss from their bright MAJESTY Spangled all o'r our Hemisphere did grow Eclipsed Tapers glimmer'd in Heav'ns Brow Stars shon i' th Air and brighter STARS below From whose kind influence may more joys still flow And may that VIVAT REX still flame and burn Till Stars do melt and Fate doth dread her Urn. THE Oxford-Triumph OR The Academicks Congratulating his Grace the Duke of ORMOND their new Chancellor 1. NO more let swelling Deluges of Tears The mourning Oxford drown No more let Groans the yielding Air divide Nor Thamesis in hoarser murmurs glide ' Cause its Great Patron soar'd above our Spheres To an Immortal Crown 'T is true his Merits were so great so high That Time can ne'r confound his Memory But Oxford lo the springing Day Displays new Symptoms of thy joy 2. Look how Aurora with redoubled Light Doth Nights black Veil disperse See how the radiant Phoebus on us streams With greatest lustre his new-rising beams The Eaglets winging to th' East their direct flight Good Omens do rehearse That now no cries resounding in the Strand Fair Oxford's Columns shall triumphant stand And to their new-made Basis pay Brave Victims of their hearts this day 3. Thy Ormond Oxford left thee not alone Distracted in thy grief Thy calm Castalia may flow gently on And still the Muses sport in Helicon A second Vice Apollo gilds thy Throne That Day-Star of relief Thus Heav'n repairs thy loss Thou now can'st shew A strong Palladium and a Phosphore too Thy old Mecaenas lives in 's Heir For Merit as for Title rare 4. With how great Pomp then and with what applause With what surprizing joy Should the blest Alma Mater grace the Morn Let bright Apollo's crisps her Front adorn Let Choirs of Muses sing the joyful Cause And round Parnassus play Let all Minerva's Candidates rejoice And let a Morning Ave be their Voice That Persian-like they may adore Their rising Sun their growing Pow'r 5. Oh let the Choristers o' th' Vocal Grove Their blooming hopes salute Let 'em build stately Pyramids of praise And fame their Patron worthy of their Bays Under whose influence they may court their Love Keep Daphne in pursuit May our whole Athens boast its Halcyon days And through each Clime diffuse its splendid rays That all may now it 's happy State With Eulogies congratulate A Description of a Battel MArch on March on The Foe has seiz'd the Field And vows he 'll dy o' th' spot before he 'll yield Prepare your Arms Great Sirs th' event to try Come on Come on let 's fight for Victory Draw up the Horse the Foot-men I 'll dispose Fire brave Boys agen agen have 't our Foes The Drums do beat the Cornets rattle round And Tara-tara-tantara doth sound The Smoke like Clouds involves the heavenly Light The dismal Day can scarce be known from Night The clam'rous Shouts do shake the lofty Skies And the tumultuous noise to Heaven flies The Darts do whirl the Bullets storm like Hail The roaring Ordnances break a Foil Here drops a Hector there Achilles falls Here gasps one there another half-dead crauls The prancing Steed receives his mortal wound And falling casts his Rider to the ground Where both do wallow in the bloudy Gore And Oh! most wretchedly are trampled o'er The sparkling Swords against each other twang When Panoplia doth stave off the Bang The Spear-men dip their hastal Points in bloud The Earth is drowned in a Crimson Floud The Conqueror now sheaths his blunted Sword And to his tired Souldiers gives the Word Retreat Retreat We now have won the day Let 's haste t' our Camp without a longer stay The ground is strew'd with Corpse The lively Souls The priding Victor with his pow'r controuls This wants a Limb another wants his Head Here lies a mangled Trunk all Members fled The pious Mother weeps her Darling's Fate The loving Wife condoles her Husband's State. What stony-hearted Scythian can't bemoan These ruins under which the Earth doth groan Now stately Trophies shew the Victor's praise And 's Acts commemorate to future days Of Woman O Nature Nature too too kind and free Whilst thou would'st seem to Man and pious be Thou prov'dst unkind Thy gifts did noxious prove Thou kill'dst him under a pretence of love For lo when thou would'st first create for Man A Help-meet Woman thou did'st him trepan She only proves a sweet delightful pain At best and doth his doting heart restrain She stupifies his sense with secret Charms And under present bliss brings future harms Nay when she can a wretched Man once rule She 'll prove his Governess and him befool What mischief hath not this confounded Crew Of Women done all former times can shew Who tempted pious Adam first to fall Who Mortals did with cursed Sin enthral Who Man from Paradise did first debar Who was the only cause of ten years War When Dust and Ashes bury'd antient Troy Who did the valiant Sampson's strength betray A damn'd confounded Woman the worst of woes The cursed'st Plague that Nature could impose She yielded first to Sin and still persists Therein when she attempts what e'r she lists And runs on like a Horse without a rein That nothing can her wicked thoughts restrain She loves revenge with all her Soul and Blood Hence through Flames she 'll rush to let fly the Flood Of Passion floating in her angry Breasts To plague and pester those whom she detests She suffers no reproof and no controul But like Medea will
In this my Tub I far transcend your Throne None are so brave as those who scorn a Crown Nay more how many snares for Princes wait What Hooks are cover'd with a gilded bait If you 'd your whole Dominions grant I 'd them As dang'rous Toys reject and quite contemn Alexander Dost think my Life-Guards then can't me secure Who with vast Forts my Person do immure My speaking Eye gives Laws to subject Souls My beck the World 's important part controuls Diogenes The sooner then some bold ambitious Spark Will strive t' Eclipse your Light which makes his dark For when one Prince by others is out-shone He 'll try all stratagems them to Dethrone By those how many sacred Monarchs dy From whom they ne'r expected Treachery Alexander But grant my greatness can't enough protect Let me but on thy crazy Tub reflect Can this against a storm a Bulwark stand Here thou mayst perish by a common hand Should Heav'ns crispt Cataracts to rush begin Each gaping Chasm would greedy Death let in Diogenes I rest secure with wrongs Inone offend Whence none to wrong me their intentions bend No dire Assassinates lay snares for me I have no Gold their thirst to satisfie No bloody Traytors tempt to cast me down That they might get my empty Tub my Crown My harmless ways do please the Pow'rs above Still Innocence is Harbinger to Love. Alexander But hark O Old Fantastick Cynick Bard Don't Heav'n more its Vicegerent's safety guard Diogenes Your more may fail Let Heav'n both Patronize You for your Kingdom me for humbler Eyes Alexander Humility's a trifling toy whose worth None recommend but he whose mind 's on Earth That Head 's most sacred that can wear a Crown That Hand is blest that can a Scepter own Diogenes Tho' Heav'n may seem to bless a Prince yet he To 's joy has still annexed misery The burthen of a massy Crown is great And anxious cares a Monarch's heartstrings eat Alexander This gilded World is nothing else but care False fear vain hope and languishing despair In what a wretched state then must those dwell Who Ant'dotes want these poysons to expel I banish cares with the Falernian Wine And with sweet pleasures I my life refine Whilst like the Country Mouse thou quite dost starve And wilt not of more dainty Dishes carve Diogenes Alas your pleasure brings a sting with it And all your happiness is counterfeit Through jealous fear you can't your Nectar taste No Theaters can calm your stormy Breast In feasting the drawn Sword hangs o're your head And restless cares perplex your Soul abed Whilst I poor Water and mean Herbs enjoy And with Philosophy chase time away My thoughtless Breast no Hecticks do combure But in my Tub I sleep whole nights secure 'T is better low and safe be than t' advance And mount upon the waxen Wings of chance Alexander But is' t not brave bare Heads bow'd Knees command And have whole Kingdoms as your Vasals stand Diogenes Your high-aspiring thoughts this Pomp may please But on the ground I 'd rather take my ease Where neither Wars nor Fears nor Fortune's frown Can terrify ' cause can't me low'r cast down Alexander Your Answer 's right and strong I must confess These Arguments do make my Throne seem less Regarded in my Eyes For those who doe Like Spanish Horses feed on Winds must rue The lofty Cedar furious Boreas tears When the low shrub the storm uninjur'd bears Thou safely liv'st thy Life enjoy'st To burn Thy Corpse being dead thy Tub's a Pile and Urn. Hence were I not that Monarch stiled Great I 'd for thy Tub Diogenes entreat My Wish MAY I ye Gods enjoy a Country Life Free from cares and free from tort'ring strife Whilst others to great Cities seek resort Where nought but gilded Vices keep their Court. May I within my native Country dwell And ne're to these my Borders bid farewel For Wealth whilst others plow the angry Seas And for the Indian Toys disturb their ease May I above contempt and Fortune's Pow'r In Summer solstice sleep i' th' shady Bow'r Whilst other Patrons in their Forum plead And for a Fee torment their sweating Head. May I in Winter chase the nimble Harts And wound the Savage Boar with bloody Darts Whilst others in their stately Buildings rest And with hot Liquors burn their freezing Breast May I at night my Caelia's Eyes admire Until my Breast is warm'd with gentle fire Whilst others on their painted Misses doat Until their Veins with flagrant Blood do float May I by night enjoy my dearest Rose Until my Body's ready for repose Whilst others toss awake perplext with cares And dare not sleep for fear of secret Snares May I in constant health spin out my days No Gout nor Stone to interrupt my joys Whilst others of their Serpents stings complain And which they get by riot feel the pain But when Death's sting my Spirits doth surprize Let my poor Caelia Caelia close my Eyes An Epithalamium WHat merry Muse doth now my Breast inspire Or what inflames my Soul Oh! 'T is the fire That darts like Lightning from the Lovers Eyes Through which each others Soul its object spyes Whilst like two cooing Turtles they do play And steal with smiles each other 's Heart away The true Elysium they now claim their own Whence they transcend a Scepter or a Throne They banish cares by th' ecstasies of love Where Venus rules we need not envy Jove And that these rapt'ring Joys may long endure Let no sad Omens with black Clouds obscure Our radiant hopes Ye hellish Fiends forbear To light the Torches and be Dancers here Leave not ye Fairies your Tartarian Lakes About your Heads to whip your anguisht Snakes Whose shrill trisulcate Tongues prognosticate That storms will soon loves knot dilacerate Let 's hear no shrieks of the nocturnal Crew Being Harbingers of dissolution too But let each object happiness presage That ye i' th' Bonds of Love surpass the Age Of old Tythonus with his ruddy Bride Who Insect turn'd through years before he dy'd Ye Nymphs and Satyrs here your steps advance Ye Fawns and Graces here unite and dance Let all the rural Deities adorn Their Fronts with Garlands blushing like the Morn With greatest joys and pomp to solemnize The Nuptials that so fair a pair comprize Let Venus come And let old Hymen stand And seal the knot up with a faithful hand That Gordian-like it may ne'r be dissolv'd Until the World i' th' Chaos be involv'd Hence may you flourish in your jugal state And have no cause e're to repent your fate Let neither jars nor frets infringe your joys But in blest union spin ye out your doys But in blest union spin ye out your days Till Death at length severs you when your Souls Must wing their course up to the starry Poles May Heav'n show'r down it's Manna on your Head And bless with an increase your toral Bed May you like Abram's Consort multiply
they Carters shall be I 'll bring too a bonny brave Joice To crush Cheeses with me Still cruel still cruel Oh! Why Wilt leave me to languish and dy The Invitation 1. APproach my pretty Dear And sit upon my Knee What Omen dost thou hear That makes thee fly from me 2. Why fear'st thy Maiden-head To give to one so true Thou shalt have mine instead And I 'll exchange with you 3. To what intent had you Your Sex from Heav'n above Less you its use do shew By th' ecstasies of love 4. What pleasures hence do spring We both shall swim in joy Nor envy Prince nor King Then why dost seem so coy 5. What dost thou yet ev'n frown A pox upon such toys Come Come My Dear ly down And we 'll promote our joys The Sympathy 1. O Fair Clorina Whom doth fate Thus menace in your brow Can I thy joys anew create And make thee happy grow 2. Ye Heav'ns To me reveal the cause That makes my Fair One grieve 'T is Death to me amaz'd to pause And not her pains relieve 3. My Soul's Soul and my Joy declare From whence these storms arise Let me absterge each pearly tear That sparkles in thine Eyes 4. Clear up thy Front and change this Scene Let joys expel sad care Dost think thy frets by me are seen And I not bear a share A drinking Song 1. LEt 's drink up our Wine Our Wits 't will refine It banishes care it procreates joy 'T will make us both wise both frolick and gay 2. Great Souls it doth raise To a rapture of joys It quickens the thoughts The fancy inspires And flames up a Poet with vap'ring Fires 3. Apollo can prove That Nectar doth move The mental conceit with fancycal flight He high'st aspires when h' as tipl'd all night 4. Then fill up the Glass By none let it pass And here is a Health to our gracious King For whom we will drain out old Bacchus's Spring The Beggar 's Felicity 1. LO Lo How the Beggars now play They Sun their fat Herds They stroke their long Beards And mantle themselves in Sol's ray 2. They wander through every coast And never do stray Nor miss of their way But of their brown Lasses they boast 3. With hunger when they are opprest Their Packs they unloose And Scraps do educe Whilst on the soft Grass they do feast 4. Grim Envy at them ne're doth strike Securely they sleep And safe o' th' ground creep Like Snow that doth rest in the Dike 5. No cares do perplex their free brain But when they can get A penny they 're great And merrily spend it again 6. Their Pets they embrace and enjoy They carry the Pack With Bastard at back And none are so happy as they 7. All day they do rant and they sing When Night doth o're spread They seek not a Bed But ligg near some murm'ring Spring 8. Where the Heav'ns their Canopy prove The Stars do enlight Their Chambers at night Whilst they sport in the raptures of love 9. Thus Beggers have joy without end Thus Vagrants a Life Enjoy without strife And Monarchs in bliss do transcend The Dissolution 1. WHat fatal influence rules the day What cruel Planet bears the sway That makes Clarissa seem so coy 2. Her sparkling Eyes like Lightning dart Their fiery flashes at my heart Which can ne're melt nor feel the smart 3. Her Front with Clouds doth ly obscur'd Yet thence no drops can be allur'd To quench my Flames by her inur'd 4. Should I on her sow'r Face presume To cast a glance she strait would fume As though thereby t' increase my doom 5. But fy Clarissa why dost frown On whom thou canst no more cast down Because I am no more thine own 6. For none but Fools whose weaker brain Distemper'd doats would love retain For those who will not love again The Voyage 1. YE sacred Pow'rs that rule the Main Ye Nymphs that sport i' th' Deep Green Neptune's Tridens and his Train Whose Laws the Waters keep To you I trust my self With prosp'rous Gales Therefore may you promote my pregnant Sails 2. O' th' sordid Land let others rust In purer Spheres I 'll live Nor shall the storms deject my trust Nor curled Waves me grieve For still the Gods do innocence protect On threat'ning Fate I 'll dauntless then despect 3. Tho' greedy Death doth seem to ride O' th' back of ev'ry wave And when it does again subside It shews to me a Grave I 'll not through fear my Votives swear to pay But I 'll triumph and swell as well as they 4. The barking Scylla I 'll not fear Nor deep Charybdis dread Thro' Rocks thro' Storms thro' Sands I 'll stear Safe to my Haven's Bed. And when the Winds do sigh and toss the Main I 'll mock them with my feigned sighs again 5. The Indians Gold I 'll see but spurn The Trojan soil I 'll view To Venice I 'll my Streamers turn And then to Rome I 'll go The mirrors of all Coasts I will pursue And search the wonders of the Ocean too 6. O then what pleasure will it be When I 'm arriv'd my shore To recollect the casualty That I 've endur'd before The grateful memory of dangers past Doth consolate ev'n till we breathe our last The Hunt. HArk yonder how the Woods do ring Diana's sport doth now begin Brisk Echo doth reverberate What sweet-tongu'd Chanter doth relate It puts to blush the Morning ray To see the Nymphs so post away The great Apollo strings his Bow And at the prey his Darts doth throw Out comes the Stag which when they see Away the little Lurkers flee Fly nimble Swift do run in view And just i' th' Breech the prey pursue Thro' Hills thro' Dales thro' Groves they fleet And thred the Thicks with winged Feet When Jovy Rock-wood his Voice shows And with full scent holds up his Nose Bold Rav'ner and stout Thunder too Do Musick to their Ears renew But lo they 're all now at a Mute When true-nos'd Whisker find's pursuit And ope's his Jaws then with full cry Away they whisk like Wind and fly The tim'rous Stag they view again And without loss the scent retain They run like Lightning and so smart That they 'll soon break his panting Heart Down drops the Prey the Dogs do seize Till them the Huntsman doth appease He winds retreats and with his Spear Well-poys'd doth pierce th' expiring Deer Gynephilia 1. LET those that will fair Women hate And quite abhor Cause they suppose they fascinate Those that adore I 'll thank my Stars I may So great a bliss enjoy 2. So fair a piece as Woman is The World can't shew She 's the Elysium of true bliss Our Idol too Her Front her Cheeks her Eyes May well the Gods surprise 3. With charms she chases care away From poor Man's Breast She fills his Soul with rapt'ring joy And makes him blest Her smiles her frisks and glance His Soul
accounted so rare Now Phillis go to thy tyranny shew But let me abandon you too The Health 1. SO ho Aurora gay Doth call Us all To welcome in the day 2. Bright Sol begins to shine Let 's pay Him joy And Sacrifice with Wine 3. Look Yond the Nymphs do play Fill up Your Cup And drink their Healths away 4. Thus thus let it go round And we Will see That Nectar shall abound The Phoenix 1. AS when Phoebus doth tip the new day And regilds all the World with his ray So the Fair One appears When she lightens our Spheres With the new-blossom'd beams of her brow Where the treasures of nature do grow 2. As when Violets flourish i' th' Shade And to no wand'ring Eyes are betray'd So the Fair One close lies From the rapes of loose Eyes And in some am'rous Rose-Bed doth rest Whence such odours still breathe from her Breast 3. As when Heaven its Manna doth give And through mercy doth Mortals relieve So the Fair one proves kind And doth solace the mind Of poor Lovers that mourn in despair ' Cause they dare not approach one so fair 4. As when Heav'n is spangled with Stars And bright Venus her Beauty declares So the fair Ones fair Eyes Are like Stars in the Skies And do influence all our pierc'd hearts As tho' Cupid thence shot forth his Darts Thus Caelia thus Caelia is all o're divine O that Heav'n that Heav'n would make her but mine A Song by way of Dialogue between Corydon and Amyntas deploring the departure of their Caelia 1. Cor. MAlignant Stars Unhappy Fate That rules the Scenes below We now have lost our happy State And no more bliss can flow For Earth's fair Goddess Caelia's gone And we poor Swains are left alone 2. Am. She like an Eaglet soar'd on high Bore up with Angels Wings And to th' Elysium then did fly Where pleasure always springs Thus now we 've lost our Heav'n of joy Which chance before could ne're annoy 3. Chorus Her bright And lofty flight Ravish'd all our delight No more Must we adore But must for e're deplore Good Heav'ns What a black doom is this To burn in constant fire To rage in grief in flames to hiss And ne're attain desire 4. Cor. Hence must my flowing Eyes distil Whole streams of pearly tears And my sincere laments must fill With grief the gloomy Spheres With mournful Songs I 'll bathe my woes And by my sighing seek repose 5. Am. No No We 'll not exhaust our tears Till all our hopes do dy Why should we thus augment our cares Before the sum we try On fiery Wings let 's send our hearts To steal her Soul away by arts 6. Chorus Away Your plumes display Mount swift Souls mount your way One while To reconcile Our griefs bring back a smile No more then we 'll lament in vain Tho' Caelia 's ours no more But hope t' enjoy her once again And ever will implore The Command 1. AWay ye gentle sighs And pierce the liquid Skies Seek out the Fair One's Eyes There pay your Obsequies 2. She 's gone alas she 's gone And must I mourn alone With flaming Wings my heart The distant Region part 3. Into her Breast now Sphere And stamp my Image there Or make her heart to burn And so again return 4. But in thy Centre bring One am'rous smile to spring My fading joys anew And then Despair adieu 5. So ho The Heav'ns rejoice Her Guardian-Angel's Voice I hear She 's well She 's well And still doth flame her Zeal 6. Upon thy Wings then bear My Soul away to her And still Amariel prove My Advocate in love Hope choak'd with Despair 1. A Curse upon that senseless hope That swell'd my heart in vain And made me aim at that fair scope Which I can ne're attain 2. Fond Fop Art thou the Antidote Against despair and grief With vain Idaea's thou dost nought But cheat Ah poor relief 3. The Chymist knows thy fallacy When 's Fire 's expir'd in vain Thy sweet delusions flashes be That sport the damn'd in pain 4. Thus thy fond promises alive My drooping heart have born Till now no hopes I can derive But in despair I mourn On Sylvia 's Recovery 1. AS after a dark stormy Night Fair Phosphore leads the smiling Day The sable Clouds b'ing put to flight And bright the Morning of our Joy. 2. So my Dear Sylvia springs again From the fierce Onsets of dire fate For what Disease could Trophies gain Where one so firm so charming sate 3. Thus bold Disease thy toils were vain For tho' eclipsed were her Eyes She rose more glorious from her pain And doth thy conquer'd pow'r despise 4. Ah Sylvia still fair Beauty's bloom Still guarded round with silent charms Quickly bore up with Angels come To bless thy longing Damon's Arms. An Elegy upon the Death of the hopeful Mr William Rose deceas'd in the fourteenth year of his Age. 1. WHat makes our dull Minerva silent weep As tho' she sought by tears relief What makes us all in sorrow seem asleep Alas astonished with grief The flinty Rock its trembling drops distills And Marble Walls do sympathize our ills The pious Muses mourn and o' th' Castalian shore With shrill and doleful Naenia's their loss deplore 2. Apollo plays upon his Barbiton And on his Lyre no more will toy For his beloved Darling's dead and gone And all the Muses only joy 'T is thee Dear Saint dost cause this mournful state Whilst Learning's Candidates lament thy fate But oh that all our tears being mingl'd with thy dust Could raise thee up our heads into thy Urn we 'd thrust 3. 'T is strange to see the Rosa Mundi fade When in its infant Bud doth smile To see black Clouds the morning beamso're spread And Night our springing Day beguile Ah Death How cou'd'st our blooming hopes destroy And blast our choice Fruit in its early day Whilst he so rare is hoary vertue promis'd fair But dy'd too soon his parts by actions to declare 4. But if he 'd liv'd how great how good he 'd been Each action had been proof so plain That ev'ry Eye would have admir'd and deem'd Him worthy and without a stain But since whilst he the Earth did thus forsake To Heav'n's blest Mansion he his flight did take Let 's stop the Current of our tears and place our Verse As a true Monument upon his sable Herse An Epitaph on the same ALL you whose softer hearts can vent a tear First read my Fate then weep and drop one here Where faded Youth and Vertues hopes do ly Where goodness bud is forc'd to fall and dy Where comely Beauty turns to noisom Clay Where early Zeal Death's sting could not allay His Father's Joy his Mothers sweet delight The Muses Darling and our springing light Oh cruel Fates Impartial Destinies That never had the sense to sympathize But tho' his Body's dead his Fame 's alive And more and more shall ev'ry day