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A55255
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A Poem on the history of Queen Hester ; An elegy on the death of the Lord Chief Justice Hales ; and other occasional poems
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1680
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Wing P2696; ESTC R8471
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makes you high much more So early Wisdom Gray at such an Age Ripe in your Spring-time Who did not presage Arms to the Gown give place such Cumbates cease The Learn'd in Honour much importeth Peace No Battels but those bloodless at the Bar Where wise men Clash as if 't were time of War With Brandisht Tongues like Weapons in the Field Each fierce for Conquest as with Sword and Shield Were Trophies proper in this Civil sence Triump confer'd on Wit and Eloquence You might resemble Caesar's self of Rome And boast as he you come and overcome To Sir Thomas Fitch on his good Fortune and Publick Works SO we in History behold Brave Men and their brave Deeds Inroll'd As here presented to our view The Pourtrait of your Art and you Worth that 's deriv'd from Ancestors Is not so truly and so nobly ours As that which is like yours acquir'd This merits to be most admir'd By wise contrivance you Instruct In building and in Aqueduct Where Fabricks are of chief Respect Who will not guess you Architect You Grace the City every where By Land or Water Fitch is there So in a sense the Saying's true You London raise as it rais'd you Weep Cloudy Suburbs Widow'd Flood Now Corn grows there where Troy once stood The Palace glory is pull'd down Which did give luster to the Crown The Owners Honour as the place Grown Tenement like mean and base You Sir seem to condole White-hall Which mourneth for this Place Fall And kindly in your Sphere supply That blemish of Nobility As they do Raze you Rear a Pile Which both Convicts their practice vile And helps a little to remove The gloomy sad Eclipse above May it so live a lasting Monument You have by mind what they have by descent To the Right Honourable the Lord Mayor at the Anniversary Entertainment in Guild-Hall THE wise Apollo Laugheth once a year So the resembling mortal Gods do here Deign to be jolly and Triumph together Over their Cares and over Romes foul weather As you much Honoured Sir Ascend the Chair The Heavens so kind and so Propitious are Redeem'd Religion happily supplies Fresh Comfort to your former solemn Joyes Let Popery dasht sound sweeter in your Ear Than the sweet pleasing melody you hear And Hearts as with good Wine be chear'd and warm'd With the good news His Majesty not harm'd But this ought to your Joyes Excess His Martyr'd Friend falls by the merciless Now Exit Babylon's Transubstantiation Infernal Plots and Hell Assassination Those Egypt Frogs no more Infest or Croak Within the shadow of the Royal Oak Avant Prodigious Protean Papal-State Avant the curst Raviliack Transmigrate The noise of Blood The noise of Bankrupts cease The Nations Wealth the Nations Fame increase This so bright dawning Providential Ray Sweetly presageth Sun-shine Halcyon day And you my Lord within your Lower Sphere Are a good Omen Happy be your year On Sir Edmundbury Godfrey SVch is Man's Life and Fickle state Consum'd with Care expos'd to Hate Rent by variety of Fate At most but of a moments Date So here in this great Herse we see The best of Mortals what they be The wise and good worst harms molest The more of worth the less of rest As in a Storm the Cedars fall And Shrubs survive their Funeral To Sir J. L. on his noble Entertainment at his going out Sheriff SO in your Bounty you appear Not seen but in your sumptuous Cheer As Modesty hid in a Cloud The Generous Sun doth needy Mortals good The well fraught Dishes left behind Impressions of your Noble Mind What needed further Eloquence Your welcom such by way of Influence Wine Bottles Volly-wise did fly Mess upon Mess two Stories high No Counter Scuffle in the Rear That plague of Mock Feasts plenty banisht here If so Benigne where only sate Poor Livery-men o' th' Lowest Rate What were you to the upper Guest Who added Luster to your splendid Feast May the kind Cost you did impart Bring a rich Income to your Heart Not of that Treasure which is told But Wealth more worthy your pursuit than Gold To a fair Lady at a Festival Dinner at Sir William Prichards THanks to the Sheriff for his free Feast And welcom to so mean a Guest Good Wine good Musick and good Chear Did nobly act each in their Sphere The untoucht Dishes in retreat Sounded his Praise and all Compleat But Madam much more thanks to you Who did both Feast and heal me too Your Beauty was that delicate Mess Which as it mov'd did quell Excess How could I greedily pursue The grosser Cates beholding you How could I but ev'n pamper sense Once tasting that rare Influence Your Sun-shine made me blith and Jolly Who came in Dead in Melancholy My Ice did Thaw my Clouds did Fly My tongue grew loose which grief did tye If your more distant casual heat Could make dull pulse so warmly beat How high and hot had been my Flame Had those beams come from Love and Aim Thus freed thus fetter'd by your Eye Your Captive yours at Liberty To a Fair Lady unknown On a Kiss of her Shoe in the Shoe-makers Hand MAdam though your Rare Beauty be Magnetick and so work on me Yet dare I not aspire so high As to draw near your daunting Eye Not favour'd with his happy Chance Who may unto your feet advancer I thus do with a lowly hears Pay Homage to your shadowy part No Idol you are made by this Were Romes but such who would not Kiss The Income there is most unkind Both to be base and to be blind But here methinks as I do bow I grow more Man and Christian too I Conquer the whole Host off Folly Encamped in my Melancholy If in a distant view there be Such Pleasure so to touch to see Thrice happy he who may ascend To your sweet Lips to your fair hand To a Fair Lady in a Throng On a Stop upon London-Bridge IN my way I lately spied A Fair Nymph within a Crowd She did shine like glittering Venus Mantled with that homely Could Darts did enter unresisted As she glanced with her Eye I was Captiv'd I was pleased With the sweet Captivity Love enforcing I thus vetur'd Madam If in Flesh you be Deign a smile on a poor Mortal That may heal which woundeth me Then I boldly did Embrace her Favour'd with more near access While I held this noble Treasure I both Indies did possess But alas my short Fruition She soon vanish'd out of sight And my hopes and Joyes expired Like a short-liv'd bliss by Night To a Fair Lady On a Damask Rose presented to her NOt that I think you can need Ornament Or Sweetness I this Trifle do present Deign to accept it on the humbler Score Of a poor mean Thank-off'ring and no more As Pepper-corns are paid but to express A Homage due not their own Worthiness You grace Flower more than it doth you Make it more lovely fair and Fragrant too Each Vegetable grows in excellence As there is added your rare Influence The Rose it self lies prostrate at your feet Set in your Bosome then smells much more sweet Yet let this thought possess your lowly mind After your Spring an Autumn comes behind This pretty Bud which like your self to day Is in its prime will wither and deday If Roses Beauty fade and fade it must The sweetest Face must also end in Dust On the Death of Mr. Tho. Edwards a Young Accomptant in the Chamber of London who Dyed as he was to have Married SUch as are Artists and do aim at Bayes May their high Subjects in Heroicks praise Im my lower Sphere pay Ruder Verse To this more mean and more proportion'd Herse But I do wrong his Worth Was he not High Vertue as well as blood doth dignifie Toyl'd like the Bee had learned of the Ant Laid up in Summer for the Winters Want A faithful Steward an obliging Friend Good in Bad times best at his Latter-end A great Example in his Age and Place Did much and well and in a little space View'd by the out-side he appear'd so green As if as yet in Non-age he had been But if consulted in the grand Affairs Of Camp or City then he spake Gray Hairs A world of Business passe through his hand Figures like Men did move at his Command Yet in the Chamber so well kept his heart He carefully secur'd the better part Witness his last Act Then it may be guest Sore was the Conflict in his youthful Breast Earth presents Wedlock Heaven forbids the Banes Life a fair Mistress Death Salvation gains Beauty doth Ravish Riches does the same When two Fires meet the greater is the Flame But vain their Charms he eyes the future State Treads on this sweet and on the sowre of Fate Farewel 〈…〉 now harbour'd in thy Rest Crowned with Bliss and Singing with the Blest On a Loving Couple Who died soon after one another and Buried both in one Grave UNder Monumental Stone Here lies two whom Love made one As in Wedlock Knot combin'd So in Nature Heart and Mind His Soul Mounting up to Bliss Hers was Restless till with his To her Mate deceas'd so kind She would not could not stay behind In this Spicy fragrant Bed They do yet Embrace and Wed. Even in their Dust still one Waiting Resurrection In Praise of Bowling LEt the Dons of the Town In their Festivals drown Their Wits in Canary and Sherry We cry Fly we cry Rub And kick at the Tub No Fudler is half so merry No Politick matters Breaks our Brains into shatters Yet we aim at a petty Dominion If we Bowl well and gain No King doth so Raign We are Princes in our own Opinion Our Sport and Toyl wean us From minding of Venus For Misses we are not at leisure All that see us may know That Delight is below Men taken up with so high Pleasure FINIS