of thy â—ight With him my fate agreeâ— Not viewing thee I 'me lost in mists at best but meteors see To THAMES SWift in thy waâ—ry chariot courteous Thames Hast by the happy error of thy streames To kisse the banks of Marlow which doth show Faiâ—e Scymors and beyond that never flow Then summon all thy Swans that who did give Musicke to death may henceforth sing and live For my Castara She can life restore Or quicken them who had no life before How should the Poplar else the Pine provoke The stately Cedar challenge the rude Oke To dance at sight of her They have no sense From nature given but by her influence If Orpheus did those senslesse creatures move He was a Prophet and fore sang my love To the right honourable the Earle of Shrewes MY Muse great Lord when last you heard her sing Did to your Vncles Vrne her off'rings bring And if to fame I may give faith your eares Delighted in the musicke of her teares That was her debt to vertue And when e're She her bright head among the clouds shall reare And adde to th' wondring heavens a new flame Shee 'le celebrate the Genius of your name Wilde with another raâ—e inspir'd by love She charmes the Myrtles of the Idalian grove And while she gives the Cyprian stormes a law Those wanton Doves which Cytherâ—ia draw Through th' am'rous ayre Admire what power doth sway The Ocean and arrest them in their way She sings Castara â—hen O' she more bright Than is the Starry Senate of the night Who in their motion did like straglers erre Cause they deriv'd no influence from her Who 's constant as she 's chaste The Sunne hath beene Clad like a neighb'ring shepheard often seene To hunt those Dales in hope then Daphnes there To see a brighter face Th' Astrologer In th' interim dyed whose proud Art could not show Whence that Ecclipse did on the sudden grow A wanton Satyre eager in the chase Of some faire Nimph beheld Castara's face And left his loose pursuite who while he ey'd Vnchastely such a beauty glorified With â—uch a vertue by heavens great commands Turn'd marble and there yet a Statue stands As Poet thus But as a Christian now And by my zeale to you my Lord I vow She doth a flame so pure and sacred move In me imp ety ' twâ—re not to love To CVPID Wishing a speedy passage to CASTARA THank es Cupid but the Coach of Venus moves For me too slow drawne but by lazie Doves I lest my journey a delay should finde Will leape into the chariâ—t of the wind Swift as the flight of lightning through the ayre Hee 'le hurry me till I approach the faire Bâ—t unkinde Seymors Thus he will proclaime What tribute winds owe to Castara's name Viewing this prodigie astonisht they Who first accâ—sse deny'd me will obey With feare what love commâ—nds Yet câ—nsure me As guilty of the blackest â—orâ—ery But after to my wishes mâ—â—deâ— provâ—â— When they know this the miracl◠〈◊〉 lâ—ve To CASâ—Aâ—â— Of â—oâ—e HOw f 〈…〉 And ore th' obedient elements command Hee 's lame as he is blinde for here I stand Fixt as the earth Throw then this Idoll downe Yee lovers who first made it which can frowne Or smile but as you please But I 'me untame In rage Castara call thou on his name And though hee 'le not beare up my vowes to thee Hee 'le triumph to bring downe my Saint to me To the Spring Vpon the uncertainty of CASTARA'S abode FAire Mistresse of the earth with garlands crown'd Rise by a lovers charme from the pâ—rtcht ground And shew thy flowry wealth that she where ere Her starres shall guide her meete thy beauties there Should she to the cold Northerne climates goe Force thy affâ—ighted Lillies there to grow Thâ— Roses in those gelid fieldâ— t' appeare She absent I have alâ— their Winter here Or if to th' â—orrid Zone â—er way she bend Her the coole breathing of Favonius lend Thither command the birds to bring their quires That Zone is temp'rate I have all his fires Attend her courteous Spring though we should here Lose by it all the treasures of the yeeâ—e To Reason Vpon CASTARA'S absence WIth your calme preâ—epts goe and lay a storme In some brest flegmaâ—icke which would conforme Her life to your cold lawes In vaâ—ne y'â—ngage Your selfe on me I will obey my rage Shee 's gone and I am â—ost Some unknowne grove I 'le finde whereby the miracle of Love I 'le turne t' a fountaine and divide the yeere By numbring every moment with a teare Where if Castara to avoyd the beames o th' nâ—igh'bring Sun shall wandring meete my streames And tasting hope her tâ—irst alaid shall be Shee 'le feele a sudden flame and burne like me And thus distracted cry Tell me thou cleere But treach'rous Fount what lover 's coffin'd here An answere to CASTARA'S question T' Is I Castara who when thou wert gone Did freeze into this melancholly stone To weepe the minutes of thy absence Where Can greefe have freer scope to mourne than here The Larke here practiseth a sweeter straine Aurora's early blush to entertaine And having too deepe tasted of these streames He loves and amorously courts her beames The courteous turtle with a wandring zeale Saw how to stone I did my selfe congeale And murm'ring askt what power this change did move The language of my waters whispered Love And thus transform'd I le stand till I shall see That heart so ston'd and frozen thaw'd in thee To CASTARA Vpon the disguising his affection PRonounce me guilty of a Blacker crime Then e're in the Large volume writ by Time The sad Historian reades if not my Art Dissembles love to veile an am'rous heart For when the zealous anger of my friend Checkes my unusuall sadnesse I pretend To study vertue which indeede I doe He must court vertue who aspires to you Or that some friend is dead and then a teare A sigh or groane steales from me for I feare Lest death with love hath strooke my heart and all These sorrowes usher but its funerall Which should revive should there you a mourner be And force a nuptiall in an obsequie To the honourable my honoured kinsman Mr. G. T. THrice hath the pale-fac'd Empresse of the night â—ent in her chaste increase hâ—r borrowed light To guide the vowing Marriner since mute Talbot th' ast beene too slothfull to salute Thy exil'd servant Labour not t' excuse This dull neglect Love never wants a Muse. When thunder summons from eternall sleepe Th' imprison'd ghosts spreads o th' frighted deepe A veile of darknesse penitent to be I may forget yet still remember thee Next to my faire under whose eye-lids move In nimble measures beauty wit and love Nor thinke Castara though the sexe be fraile And ever like uncertaine vessels saile On th' ocean of their passions while each wind Triumphs to see their more uncertaine mind Can be induc't to alter Every starre
never action worth my name approve Which serv'd not thee Nor did we ere contâ—nd But who should be best pattâ—râ—e of a friend Who read thee praise thy fancie and admire Thee burning with so high and pure a fire As reaches heaven it selfe But I who know Thy soule religious to her ends where grow No siâ—nes by art or custome boldly can Stile thee more than good Poët a good man Then let thy temples shake off vulâ—ar bayes Th' hast â—uilt an Altar which enshrines â—hy praise And to the faith of after time commends Yee the best paire of lovers us of friends GEORGE TALâ—OT A Mistris IS the fairest treasure the avarice of Love can covet and the onely white at which he shootes his arrowes nor while his aime is noble can he ever hit upon repentance She is chaste for the devill enters the Idoll and gives the Oracle when wantonnesse possesseth beauty and wit maintaines it lawfull She is as faire as Nature intended her helpt perhaps to a more pleasing grace by the sweetnesse of education not by the slight of Art She is young for a woman past the delicacie of her spring may well move by vertue to respect never by beauty to affection Shee is innocent even from the knowledge of siâ—ne for vice is too strong to be wrastled with and gives her frailty the foyle She is not proude though the amorous youth interpret her modestie to that sence but in her vertue weares so much Majestie lust dares not rebell nor though masqued under the pretence of love capitulate with her She entertaines not every parley offer'd although the Articles pretended to her advantage advice and her owne feares restraine her and woman never owed ruine to too much caution She glories not in the plurality of servants a multitude of adorers heaven can onely challeng and it is impietie in her weakenesse to desire superstition from many She is deafe to the whispers of love and even on the marriage houre can breake off without the least suspition of scandall to the former liberty of her carriage She avoydes a too neere conversation with man and like the Parthian overcomes by flight Her language is not copious but apposit and she had rather suffer the reproach of being dull company than have the title of Witty with that of Bold and Wanton In her carriage she is sober and thinkes her youth expresseth life enough without the giddy motion fashion of late hath taken up She danceth to the best applause but doates not on the vanity of it nor licenceth an irregular meeting to vaunt the levity of her skill She sings but not perpetually for she knowes silence in woman is the most perswading oratory She never arriv'd to so much familiarity with man as to know the demunitive of his name and call him by it and she can show a competent favour without yeelding her hand to his gripe Shee never understood the language of a kisse but at salutation nor dares the Courtier use so much of his practised impudence as to offer the rape of it from her because chastity hath write it unlawfull and her behaviour proclaimes it unwelcome She is never sad and yet not jiggish her conscience is cleere from guilt and that secures her from sorrow She is not passionately in love with poetry because it softens the heart too much to love but she likes the harmony in the Composition and the brave examples of vertue celebrated by it she proposeth to her imitation She is not vaine in the history of her gay kindred â—r acquaintance since vertue is often tenant â—o a cottage and familiarity with greatnesse if worth be not transcendant above the title is but a glorious servitude fooles onely are willing to suffer She is not ambitious to be prais'd and yet vallues death beneath infamy And I le conclude though the next sinod of Ladies condemne this character as an heresie broacht by a Precision that onely she who hath as great a share in vertue as in beauty deserves a noble love to serve her and a free Poesie to speake her To CASTARA A Sacrifice LET the chaste Phoenix from the flowry East Bring the sweete treasure of her perfum'd nest As incense to this Altar where the name Of my Castara's grav'd by th' hand of fame Let purer Virgins to redeeme the aire From loose infection bring their zealous prayer T' assist at this great feast where they shall see What rites Love offers up to Chastity Let all the amorous Youth whose faire desire Felt never warmth but from a noble fire Bring hither their bright flâmes which here shall shine As Tapers fixt about Custara's sâ—rine While I the Priest my untam'd heart surprise And in this Temple mak 't her sacrifice To CASTARA Praying I Saw Castara pray and from the skie A winged legion of bright Angel flie To catch his vowes for feare her Vrgin prayer Might chance to mingle with impurer aire To vulgar eyes the sacred truth I write May seeme a fancie But the Eagles sight Of Saints and Pâ—ets miracles oft view Which to dull Heretikes appeare untrue Faire zeale begets such wonders O divine And purest beauty let me thee enshrine In my devoted soule and from thy praise T' enrich my garland pluck religious Bayes Shine thou the starre by which my thoughts shall move Best subject of my pen Queene of my love To Roses in the bosome of CASTARA YEE blushing Virgins happie are In the chaste Nunn'ry of her brests For hee 'd prophane so chaste a faire Who ere should call them Cupids nests Transplanted thus how bright yee grow How rich a perfume doe yee yeeld In some close garden Cowslips so Are sweeter then i th' open field In those white Cloysters live secure From the rude blasts of wanton breath Each houre more innocent and pure Till you shall wither into death Then that which living gave you roome Your glorious sepulcher shall be There wants no marble for a tombe Whose brest hath marble beene to me To CASTARA A Uow BY those chaste lamps which yeeld a silent light so the cold Vrnes of Virgins By that night Which guilty of no crime doth onely heare The Vowes of recluse Nuâ—s and th' Au'thrits prayer And by thy chaster selfe My fervent zeale Like mountaine yâ—e which the North winds congeale To purest Christall feeles no wanton fire But as the humble Pilgrim whose desire Blest in Christs cottage view by Angels hands Transported from sad Bethlem wondring stands At the great miracle So I at thee Whose beauty is the shrine of chastity Thus my bright Muse in a new orbe shall move And even teach Religion how to love To CASTARA Of his being in Love VVHere am I not in Heaven for oh I feele The Stone of Sisiphus Ixions wheele And all those tortures Poets by their wine Made judges laid on Tant â—lus are mine Nor yet am I in hell for still I stand Though giddy in my passion on firme land And still
fire I know yet know not why I love To CASTARA Looking upon him TRansfix me with that flaming dart Iâ—h ' eye or brest or any part So thou Caâ—taâ—a spare my heart The cold Cymâ—rian by thâ—t bright Warmâ— wound i th' darknesse of his night Might both recover heat and light The rugged Scythian gently move i th' whispering shadow of some groâ—e That 's consecrate to sportive Love December see the Prim rose grow The Rivers in soft murmurs flow And from his head shake off hâ—s snow And crooked age might feele againe Those heates of which youth did complaine While fresh blood swels each withered veyne For the bright lustre of thy eyes Which but â—o warme them would suffice May burne me to a sâ—crifice To the right honourable the Countesse of Ar. WIng'd with delight yet such as still doth beare Chast vertues stamp those Children of the yeere The dayes hast nimbly and while as they flie Each of them with their predecessors vie Which yeelds most pleasure you to them dâ—spence What Time lost with his cradle innocence So â— if fancie not delude my fight See often the pale monarch of tho night Diana 'mong her nimphs For every quire Of vulgar starres who lend their weaker fire To conquer the nights chilnesse with their Queene In harmelesse revels tread the happy greene But I who am proserib'd by tyrant love Seeke out a silent exile in some grove Where nought except a solitary Spring Was ever heard to which the Nimphs did sing Narcissus obsequies For onely there Is mufique apt to catch an am'rous eare Castara oh my heart How great a flame Did even shoot into me with her name Castara hath betray'd me to a zeale Which thus distracts my hopes Flints may conceale In their cold veynes a fire But I whose heart By Love 's dissolv'd ne're practis'd that cold art But truce thou warring passion for I 'le now Madam to you addresse this solemne vow By Vertue and your selfe best friends I finde In the interiour province of your minde Such government That if great men obey Thâ— example of your order they will sway Without reproofe for onely you unite Honour with sweetenesse vertue with delight Vpon CASTARA'S frowne or smile LEarned shade of Tycho Brache who to us The stars propheticke language didst impart And even in life their mysteries discusse Castara hath o'rethrowne thy strongest arâ— When custome struggles from her beaten path Then accidents must needs uncertaine be For if Castara smile though winter hath Lock't up the rivers Summer's warme in me And Flora by the miracle reviv'd Doâ—h â—ven at her owne beauty wondring stand But should she frowne the Northerne wind arriv'd In â—idst of Summer leads his frozen band Which doth to yâ—e my youthfull blood congeale Yet in the midst of yee still flames my zeale In CASTARA All fortunes YE glorious wits who finde then Parian stone A nobler quarry to build trophies on Purchast 'gainst conquer'd time go court loud fame He wins it who but sings Castara's name Aspiring soules who grow but in a Spring Forc't by the warmth of some indulgent King Know if Castara smile I dwell in it And vie for glory with the Favourit Ye sonnes of avarice who but to shaâ—e Vncertaine treasure with a certaine care Tempt death in th' horrid Ocean I when ere I but approach her find the Indies there Heaven brightest Saint kinde to my vowes made thee Of all ambition courts th' Epitome Vpon thought Castara may dye IF she should dye as well suspect we may A body so compact should ne're decay Her brighter soule would in the Moone inspire More chastity in dimmer starres more fire You twins of Laeda as your parents are In their wild lusts may grow irregular Now in your motion for the marriner Henceforth shall onely steeâ—e his course by her And when the zeale of after time shall spie Her uncorrupâ— i th' happy marble lie The roses in her checkes unwithered 'T will turne to love and dote upon the dead For he who did to her in life dispence A heaven will banish all corruption thence Time to the moments on sight of CASTARA YOu younger children of your father stay Swift flying moments which divide the day And with your number measure out the yeare In various seasons stay and wonder here For since my cradle I so bright a grace Ne're saw as you sâ—e in Castara's face Whom nature to revenge some youthfull crime Would never frame till age had weakened Time Else spight of fate in some faire forme of clay My youth I de bodied throwne my sythe away And broke my glasse But since that cannot be I 'le punish Nature for her injurie On nimble moments in your journey flie Castara shall like me grow old and die To a friend inquiring her name whom he loved FOnd Love himselfe hopes to disguise From view if he but covered lies i th' veile of my transparent eyes Though in a smile himselfe he hide Or in a sigh thou art so tride In all his arts hee 'le be discride I must confâ—sse Deare friend my flame Whose boasts Castara so doth tame That not thy faith shall â—now her nâ—me T were prophanation of my zeale If but abroad one whisper steale They love betray who him reveale In a darke cave which never eye Could by his subtlest raâ— descry It doth like a rich minerall lye Which if she with her flâ—me refine I 'de force it from that obscure Mine And then it like pure gold should shine A Dialogue betweene HOPE and FEARE FEARE CHecke thy forward thoughts and know Hymen onely joynes their hands Who with even paces goe Shee in gold he rich in lands HOPE But Castara's purer fire When it meetes a noble flame Shuns the smoke of such desire Ioynes with love and burnes the same FEARE Yet obedience must prevaile They who o're her actions sway Would have her in th' Ocean saile And contemne tâ—y narrow sea HOPE Parents lawes must beare no weight When they hâ—ppinesse prâ—vâ—nt And our sea is not so streight But it roome hath for content FEARE Thousand hearts as victims stand At the Altar of her eyes And will partiall she command Onely thine for sacrifice HOPE Thousand victims must returne Shee the purest will designe Choose Castara which shall burne Choose the purest that is mine To CVPID Vpon a dimple in CASTARA'S cheeke NImble boy in thy warme flight What cold tyrant dimm'd thy sight Hadst thou eyes to see my faire Thou wouldst sigh thy selfe to ayre Fearing to create this one Nature had herselfe undone But if you when this you heare Fall downe murdered through your eare Begge of Iove that you may have In her cheeke a dimpled grave Lilly Rose and Violet Shall the perfum'd Hearse beset While a beauteous sheet of Lawne O're the wanton corps is drawne And all lovers use this breath Here lies Cupid blest in death Vpon CVPID'S death and buriall in CASTARA'S cheeke CUpids dead Who would not dye To
th' mystery of his rites Shall make Castara thine To the Right Honourable the Lady E. P. YOur judgement 's cleere not wrinckled with the Time On th' humble fate which censures it a crime To be by vertue ruin'd For I know Y' are not so various aâ— to ebbe and flow i th' streame of fortune whom each faithlesse winde Distracts and they who made her fram'd her blinde Possession makes us poore Should we obtaine All those bright jems for which i th' wealthy Maine The tann'd slave dives or in one boundlesse chest Imprison all the treasures of the West We still should want Our better part 's immence Not like th' inferiour limited by sence Rich with a little mutuall love can lift Vs to a greatnesse whether chance nor thrift E're rais'd her servants For though all were spent That can create an Europe in content Thus Madam when Castara lends an eare Soft to my hope I Love Philosopher Winne on her faith For when I wondring stand At th' intermingled beauty of her hand Higher I dare not gaze to this bright veine I not ascribe the blood of Charlemaine Deriv'd by you to her Or say there are In that and th' other Marmion Rosse and Parâ— Fitzhugh Saint Quintin and the rest of them That adde such lustre to great Pembrokes stem My love is envious Would Castara were The daughter of some mountaine cottager Who with his toile worne out could dying leave Her no more dowre then what she did receive From bounteous nature Her would I then lead To th' Temple rich in her owne wealth her head Crown'd with her haires faire treasure diamonds in Her brighter eyes soft Ermines in her skin Each Indie in each cheeke Then all who vaunt That fortune them t' enrich made others want Should set themselves out glorious in her stealth And trie if that could parallel this wealth To CASTARA Departing upon the approach of Night VVHat should we feare Castara The coole aire That 's falne in love and wantons in thy haire Will not betray our whispers Should I steale A Nectar'd kisse the wind dares not reveale The pleasure I possesse The wind conspites To our blest interview and in our fires Bathe like a Salamander and doth sip Like Bacchuâ— from the grape life from thy lip Nor thinke of nights approach The worlds great eye Though breaking Natures law will us supply With his still flaming lampe and to obey Our chaste desires fix here perpetuall day But should he set what rebell night dares rise To be sub du'dith ' vict'ry of the eyes An Apparition MOre welcome my Castara then was light To the disordered Chaos O what bright And nimble chariot brought thee through the aire While the amazed stars to see so faire And pure a beauty from the earth arise Chang'd all their glorious bodies into eyes O let my zealous lip print on thy hand The story of my love which there shall stand A bright inscription to be read by none But who as I love thee and love but one Why vanish you away Or is my seâ—se Deluded by my hope O sweete offence Oferring nature And would heaven this 〈◊〉 Beene true or that I thus were ever mad To the Honourable Mr. Wm. E HEe who is good is happy Let the loude Artillery of Heaven breake through a cloude And dart its thunder at him hee 'le remaine Vnmov'd and nobler comfort entertaine In welcomming th'approach of death then vice Ere found in her fictitious Paradise Time mocks our youth and while we number past Delights and raise our appitite to taste Ensuing brings us to unflatter'd age Where we are left to satisfie the rage Of threatning Death Pompe beauty wealth and all Our friendships shrinking from the funerall The thought of this begets that brave disdaine With which thou view'st the world and makes those vaine Treasures of fancy serious fooles so court And sweat to purchase thy contempt or sport What should we covâ—â— here Why interpose A cloud â—wixt us and heaven Kind Nature chose Mâ—ns soule th'Exchecquer where she 'd â—oord her wealth And lodge all her rich secrets but by th'stealth Of our owne vanity ware left so poore The creature meerely sensuall knowes more The learn'd Halcâ—on by her wisedome finds A gentle season when the seas and winds Are silenc't by a calme and then brings forth The happy miracle of her â—aâ—e birth Leaving with wonder all our arts possest That view the architecture of her nest Pride raiseth us 'bove justice We bestowe Increase of knowledge on old minds which grow By age to dotage while the sensitive Part of the World in it's first strength doth live Folly what dost thou in thy power containe Deserves our study Merchants plough the maine And bring home th' Indies yet aspire to more By avaâ—ice in the possession poore And yet that Idoll wealth we all admit Into the soules great temple Busie wit Invents new Orgies fancy frames new rites To show it's superstition anxious nights Are watcht to win its favour while the beast Content with Natures courtesie doth rest Let man then boast no more a soule since he Hath lost that great prerogative But thee Whom Fortune hath exempted from the heard Of vulgar men whom vertue hath prefer'd Farre higher than thy birth I must commend Rich in the purchase of so sweete a friend And though my fate conducts me to the shade Of humble quiet my ambition payde With safe content while a pure Virgin fame Doth raise me trophies in Castara's name No thought of glory swelling me above The hope of being famed for vertuous love Yet wish I thee guided by the better starres To purchase unsafe honour in the warres Or envied smiles at court for thy great race And merits well may challenge th' highest place Yet know what busie path so ere you tread To greatnesse you must sleepe among the dead To CASTARA The vanity of Avarice HArke how the traytor wind doth courâ— The Saylors to the maine To make their avarice his sport A tempest checks the fond disdaine They beare a safe though humble port Wee 'le sit my Love upon the shore And while proud billowes rise To warre against the skie speake ore Our Loves so sacred misteries And charme the Sea to th' calme it had before Where 's now my pridet ' extend my same Where ever statues are And purchase glory to my name In the smooth court or rugged warre My love hath layd the Devill I am tame I 'de rather like the violes grow Vnmarkt i' th shaded vale Then on the hill those terrors know Are breath'd forth by an angry galâ— There is more pompe above more sweete below Love thou divine Philosopher While covetous Landlords rent And Courtiers dignity preferre Instructs us to a sweete content Greatnesse is selfe doth in it selfe interrâ— Castara what is there above The treasures we possesse We two are all and one wee move Like starres in th' orbe of happinesse All blessings are Epitomiz'd in
owneâ— I le prâ—ve it that no sorrow ere was knowne Reall as mine All other mourners keepe In griefe a method without forme I weepe The sonne rich in his fathers fate hath eyes Wet just as long as are the obsequies The widow formerly a yeare doth spend In her so courtly blackes But for a Friend We weepe an age and more than th' Anchorit have Our very thoughts confin'd within a Grave Chast Love who hadst thy tryumph in my flame And thou Castara who had hadst a name But for this sorrow glorious Now my verse Is lost to you and onely on Talbots herse Sadly attends And till times fatall hand Ruines what 's left of Churches there shall stand There to thy selfe deare Talbot I le repeate Thy owne brave story tell thy selfe how great Thou wert in thy mindes Empire and how all Who out-live thee see but the Funerall Of glory and if yet some vertuous be They but weake apparitions are of thee So setled were thy thoughts each action so Discreetely ordered that nor ebbe nor flow Was ere perceiv'd in thee each word mature And every sceane of life from sinne so pure That scarce in its whole history we can Finde vice enough to say thou weâ—t but man Horror to say thou wert Curst that we must Addresse our language to a little dust And seeke for Talbot there Injurious fate To lay my lifes ambition desolate Yet thus much comfort have I that I know Not how it can give such another blow Elegie 5. CHast as the Nuns first vow as fairely bright As when by death her Soule shines in full light Freed from th' eclipse of Earth each word that came From thee deare Talbot did beget a flame T'enkindle vertue which so faire by thee Became man that blind mole her face did see But now to'our eye she 's lost and if she dwell Yet on the earth she 's conffin'd in the cell Of some cold Hermit who so keepes her there As if of her the old man jealous were Nor ever showes her beauty but to some Carthusian who even by his vow is dumbe So ' mid the yce of the farre Northren sea A starre about the Articke Circle may Then ours yeeld clearer light yet that but shall Serve at the froxen Pilots funerall Thou brightest constellation to this maine Which all we sinners traffique on didst daigne The bounty of thy fire which with so cleare And constant beames did our frayle vessels steere That safely we what storme so ere bore sway Past ore the rugged Alpes of th' angry Sea But now vve sayle at randome Every rocke The folly doth of our ambition mocke And splits our hopes To every Sirens breath We listen and even court the face of death If painted ore by pleasure Every wave I ft hath delight w'embrace though 't prove a grave So ruinous is the defect of thee To th'undone world in gen'rall But to me Who liv'd one life with thine drew but one breath Possest with th' same mind thoughts 't was death And now by fate I but my selfe survive To keepe his mem'ry and my griefes alive Where shall I then begin to weepe No grove Silent and darke but is prophan'd by Love With his warme whispers and faint idle feares His busie hopes loud sighes and caselesse teares â—ach â—are is so enchanted that no breath Is listned to which mockes report of death I le tuâ—ne my griefe then inward and deplore My ruine to my selfe repeating ore The story of his vertues untill I Not write but am my selfe his Elegie Elegie 6. GOe stop the swift-wing'd moments in their flight To their yet unknowne coast goe hinder night From its approach on day and force day rise From the faire East of some bright beauties eyeâ— Else vaunt not the proud miracle of verse It hath no powre For mine from his blacke herse Redeemes not Talâ—ot who could as the breath Of winter coffin'd lyes silent as death Stealing on th' Anch'rit who even wants an eare To breath into his soft expiring prayer For had thy life beene by thy vertues spun Out to a length thou hadst ouâ—-liv'd the Sunne And clos'd the worlds great eye or were not all Our wonders fiction from thy funerall Thou hadst received new life and liv'd to be The conqueror o're death inspir'd by me But all we Poets glory in is vaine And empty triumph Art cannot regaine One poore houre lost nor reskew a small flye By a fooles finger destinate to dye Live then in thy true life great soule for set At liberty by death thou owest no debt T' exacting Nature Live freed from the sport Of time and fortune in yand ' starry court A glorious Potentate while we below But fashion wayes to mitigate our woe We follow campes and to our hopes propose Th' insulting victor not remembring those Dismembred trunkes who gave him victory By a loath'd faâ—e We covetous Merchants be And to our aâ—mes pretend treasure and sway Forgetfull of the treasons of the Sea The shootings of a wounded conscience We patiently sustaine to serve our sence With a short pleasure So we empire gaine And rule the fate of businesse the sad paine Of action we contemne and the affright Which with pale visions still attends our night Our-joyes false apparitions but our feares Are certaine prophecies And till our eares Reach that caelestiall musique which thine now So cheerefully receive we must allow No comfort to our griefes from which to be Exempted is in death to follow thee Elegie 7. THere is no peace in sinne Aeternall war Doth rage 'mong vices But all vertues are Friends 'mong themselves and choisest accents be Harsh Eccho's of their heavenly harmonie While thou didst live we did that union finde In the so faire republick of thy mind Where discord never swel'd And as we dare Affirme those goodly structures temples are Where well-tun'd quires strike zeale into the eare The musique of thy soule made us say there God had his Altars every breath a spice And each religious act a sacrifice But death hath that demolisht All our eye Of thee now sees doth like a Cittie lye Raz'd by the cannon Where is then that flame That added warmth and beauty to thy frame Fled heaven-ward to repaire with its pure fire The losses of some maim'd Seraphick quire Or hovers it beneath the world t' uphold From generall ruine and expell that cold Dull humor weakens it If so it be My sorrow yet must prayse fates charity But thy example if kinde heaven had daignd Frailty that favour had mankind regaind To his first purity For that the wit Of vice might not except 'gainst th' Ancherit As too to strickt thou didst uncloyster'd live Teaching the soule by what preservative She may from sinnes contagion live secure Though all the ayre she suckt in were impure In this darke mist of error with a cleare Vnspotted light thy vertue did appeare T' obray'd corrupted man How could the rage Of untam'd lust have scorcht