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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A35069	Poems by Hugh Crompton, the son of Bacchus, and god-son of Apollo being a fardle of fancies, or a medley of musick, stewed in four ounces of the oyl of epigrams.	Crompton, Hugh, fl. 1657.	1657 (1657)	Wing C7029; ESTC R934	38,398	128

rimes that be Scrap't from old ruin'd Poetry Take wit at interest up and use Some mercenary Jugling muse That may uncase to you and me Not what you are but fain would be And let her spend at least an age To trim you ready for the stage Of faine where you shall have progression Not for the truth but the expression Stifly affirming you more sweet and fair Then fresh Aurora or the air In cloudy daies and testifie How many 〈…〉 overs from your eye Took flame and burnt both flesh and soules To ashes or at least to co●les And justifie how many passe To you as to the Corinth Lasse And would not fear the infernal grove So they might but enjoy your love And warm their chiller spirits by The sun-shine of your sacred eye With thousands more such words as these The marrow of Hyperbolts Say Shall I thus endevour No This were t' applaud my mortall foe 'T was her false beauty too too free That like a tyrant martyr'd me 5. Cruelty GO little Archer to another zone And there display thy power make it known To savage brutes whose truculent desires Give ground to fury and enhaunce the fires Of cruell onsets Chaunt the wilder crew Of sensuall creatures such as never knew One thought beneath a rigor Go and set The conquering pile on the Rhinoceret Charm thou the Lion and the Leopards fume Refrain the subtle foxes with thy plume This were a work of charity an act Of meer necessity and would be backt With popular applause What though you can Not temper them with reason as a man Is by divine instinction yet you may Prohibit their distempers and alay Their desperate madnesse for we sadly prove No shackle so restringent is as love Then fly away from me and do not use Thy tyranny my freedome to abuse Since it is needlesse I was tame before Needing no instigation to adore Where duty bids Go seek another shaft That may divert the former and and by craft Reduce me to my reason that doth lie Dazl'd and martyr'd by a virgins eye O clasp those lids and let my senses turn To their own vertue or to coals I burn 6. The cruel Boy NOr Boreas blasts nor Vulcane bellowes Nor fortunes low nor lofty followes Nor outward care nor inward sorrow Nor newes of ill shall come to morrow Could make my intellects more stupid Then has the pregnant bow of Cupid Proud Mars his lusty blowes will smart Not half so much as his small dart He conquers all men by his quiver And he himself is conquer'd never And who would think a childe should doe Such noble feats Consider too What aid he hath to hold the fort They are but of the weaker sort His Counter-scarps half-moons and trenches Are manag'd all by wanton wenches And yet they are not volunteers For they must all be prest he swears Yet sure if wisdome would but pause In little time she 'd finde the cause Why they so strong their turrets keep 'T is cause their trenches are so deep So deep dame Nature did alot um That never man could finde the bottome Unlikely then that we should win That sink so low at entring in 7. A walk in a summer-morning I. JUly inviting in a morning sweet when fair Aurora plaid With golden Phoebus in a crimson sheet Untill they were betraid Florina whom the gods applaud For beauty went with me abroad But Oh the blisses the Seraphick blisses I found to feed my soul in her sweet kisses II. Such the perfections of Florina were Such pleasure in her love That every verdant Arbor did appear As mansions all above The Crystalline where Jove attends To welcome all his jovial friends But Oh c. III. Bright were the heavens and their houses swept Virgo began to rise Agnus a galliard danc't and Hireus leapt While Philomell defies The sleeping Bubo every sweet To blend loves harmony did meet But Oh c. IV. When I had poysed every pleasant show And summ'd up all in jest I found the totall object too too low To entertain tho guest For if the Poets had her seen Then deifi'd she should have been But Oh the blisses the Seraphick blisses I found to feed my soul in her sweet kisses 8. Thalius and Clarena Thalius What new discu 〈…〉 esie has prest To be Clarena's bosom guest What policy has over-aw'd What th' publique eye did once applaud And glory in the chearfull beam Of thy curl'd brow loves copious theam Clarena Ah wofull wretch distressed soul Deluded maid sweet Mars did toul My passing bell for I have found With this with this destroying wound I am already pierc'd and why Should I poor heart 〈…〉 whose constancy Is crost by love and whose ill fate Sees her sad destiny too late O●ce think to live or own the strife Of action which assisteth life Thalius Sweet star let fall thy influence And learn me to unlock the sense Of thy invellop't words let 's see What in these Hieroglyphicks be Display the emblemes of dark ire And light my limped eyes with fire Of thy expression Clarena Charon come I 'de fain be at Ellzium I loath to live I 'le not indure My thought should feed on what 's impure Tha. Alas this this is no satisfaction No antidote to my distraction Some sullen fate has lately flown Into thy contentation Whose tenure to thy Thalius show That he may aid thee in thy woe Clarena Charon where 's thy transporting boat Ore Stygian waves I 'de gladly float Thalius be silent let me die And never ask the reason why Tha. Charon keep back and come not here To rob me of my dearest deer Let not her absence me prevent But let me know her discontent Clarena Imperfect soul whose painted mask Shrouds meer deceit how canst thou ask The tenure of my toyle when thou Procuredst it but even now Thalius Heaven aid my weaknesse and declare In what respect my failings are Could my Clarena sink as low As ere my basest thoughts did grow She in that depth should not discover The least of a deceiving lover Clar. I but too sadly I am told How thou art brib'd by lust and gold To violate thy vowes and stain Thy fair pretences with foul gain Thal. To th' gods I swear it is untrue I never lov'd a she but you Nor did I ere imbrace a she For lust or gold gods what say ye Clar. Report saies otherwise Tha. Report Is more uncertain then the Court And will you build your faith upon Feeble Reports foundation Heaven can witnesse I was never Shot by a dart from Cupid's quiver Whose bow was not your brow whose pile Was not your own subduing smile Some sad assaults indeed have bin Acted by these whose loathsome sin Is impudence and they whose aime Is lesse interess'd then their fame In goodnesse flowing with more passion Then is receiv'd with acceptation Such such whose ill ambitions are To catch in their malicious snare Those that are free such as

would shoot And batter down all good repute Cause there might none unspotted be To rail at their iniquity 'T is true by these I have been face't And in a single sense disgrac't But unto these I nere inclin'd Nor gave the hostage of my minde Nor did I think Clarena cou'd Have once suspected that my bloud Was so unworthy as to please Or take impress from such as these If I should once be lesse then thine Alas I should be none of mine Should I in passion once agree To play upon another shee I should suppose my sin most great And like a Hermite nere retreat To see thy face but end my years In deserts where no sign appears Of love and beauty Clarena Speak thou thy self thy self and say I know thou lov'dst me passing well Thy fancy had no parallell And where most love doth reign we see Thee alwaies is most jealousie And where most jealousie 's in fashion There 's most critick observation Say the 〈…〉 Clarena thou whose eyes Have peept in all my secrecies And out of conscience say if you Ere found what now report doth shew Did not your self with more intent Then they whose words and complement Proceed from idlenesse which drawes A large discourse from any cause Inspect my life yet never saw The smallest breach in Cupids law Clarena 'T is true Tha. O clear the heavens then And let thy cheeks return agen To their first splendor Call no more For Charon's boat to cast thee ore But let 's renew our faith and so Wee 'l finde Elizium ere we go Place'd in our loves Cla. Pardon I 've done I 'le court thee with an orison Pardon O pardon I confesse My own my own unworthinesse Tha. Can she unworthy be whose face And vertuous temper and whose grace The glorious angels nay yet higher The gods inrag'd with earnest fire Wax warm by courting I 'le give ore Thy pardon 's seal'd I 'le say no more Clarena With kisses then my own I 'le cherish Dumps get you gone let sorrow perish I 'le live and love Charon avoyd More nobly are my thoughts imploy'd Thalius is mine and boast I may That I am his true Clarena 9. The Complaint I. AH mee I faint I fall I perish Unlesse my Claria come and cherish My blew lips with a balmy kisse Sacred blisse That recovers The infatuate souls of lovers Come and feed Me at need II. Where art thou gone th' art alwaies void When thou shouldst be the best imploy'd Empty airy easie gentle thing Let us cling 'T is an action Gives love-sick spirits satisfaction And doth rout Pining doubt II. Come let us twinde let 's clip and close And drink Nectarian juice that flowes ●rom the fresh riv'lets of thy lips Where there skips Many a Cupid To revive a soul that 's stupid And relieve Us that grieve 10. The Refusal NAy do not urge thines eyes no tear shall rear 〈◊〉 recantation in my heart No art ●hall disresolve my fixed minde Nor binde ●o over to anothers will I 'le fill ●o fancies but my own where love Doth move ●e to solicite in this sute I 'le do 't ●hall thy untempered tears recall And thrall 〈◊〉 heart that 's free to fry and tire In fire Of vexing fancy No I 'le first Be curst With each pernicious and ill fate But that When I was first polluted in The sin Of serving thee thou hadst no purse Nay worse Thou hadst not one poor spark of grace Nor face That might intice me no desert Thou wert Indow'd with All thy breast within Was sin Yet though thou hast no coyne nor grace Nor face And though thy sins are manifold Untold It is not this provokes my heart To part With thine only my will I vow Sayes Goe Or otherwise I could have staid And plaid The fool I could dispend with all Those small Defects and could have born what ere Was there Of sin too much only I must Be just Unto my will which has forsook Loves book Then do not welter at my change Think strange At no mischance 'T is the lame cause Withdrawes My love as won it Both my love and loathing Spring only hence I love and loath for nothing 11. The Check DOwn ye aspiring thoughts where would ye mount What would ye veil proud Atlas brow or count The countlesse lights of heaven Do you strive With Polyphemus to unthrone and drive Great Jupiter from his imperial seat Alas alas your power is not so great Review your weaknesse span your selves again I am but dust and ashes O refrain This frailty and self-flattery and see The inside of thine imbecillitie I 'm but a pondrous clod and cannot rise Above the stage of earth each thought that flies Higher then that is haughty and doth prance And may with its excelsity advance My finall ruine He that looks to sit Above his fellowes deals with pride not wit His guide is Folly and his friend a stranger The Life-guard of his safety is but Danger Then die conceits and rest within the tombe Of earth polluted earth from whence ye come 12. The Query SAy Shall I love her I or no Her that has left me wounded so So wounded that I must indure An endlesse wound a wound past cure Past all the cure of physicks art That art works nothing on a heart A grieved heart a heart that groans That groans for love whom love disowns Whom love for spite did set on fire Did set on fire and then retire Retire like Nero to some mont And there in scorn did look upon 't Upon the heart she had betraid Upon the flame that she had made Oh shall I still her eyes adore Adore her eyes that have giv'n ore Giv'n ore to heal me or recruite My faintings when one look would do 't Say Shall I at her absence grieve Or pin my love upon her sleeve No all 's but passion and there needs No such endevour no such deeds Then farewell love thou restlesse guest And lodge no longer in my breast I 'le walk no more in beauties light Since 't is more dangerous then night Full of deceitfull Crannies and Will scarcely let good tempers stand 〈◊〉 day in peace And hardly knowes At best how to pay half it owes ●ur offered souls it takes in vain ●nd payes our favours with disdain 13. The Wish I. O That I had by Gyges ring Or Daedalus his well-flegd'd wing ●r Europ's Bull or any thing II. ●hat would convey me to that Zone ●here my heart imp't by love is flown ●nd left me dying all alone III. ●et speaking tears expresse my woes ●h heartlesse man Oh fortune Oh! 〈…〉 ve bring my heart or let me go IV. ●o fetch that tyrant's that possesses ●ine in her bosome and neer guesses the large extent of my distresses V. ●et since th' hast stoln by thy sweet power ●y heart and keep'st it in thy tower ●nd leav'st me in despair to louer VI I 'le count such fortune but a bubble And to