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A54716	Poems by the most deservedly admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the matchless Orinda ; to which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace, tragedies ; with several other translations out of French.; Poems. Selections	Philips, Katherine, 1631-1664.; Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684. Horace. English.; Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684. Mort de Pompée. English.	1667 (1667)	Wing P2033; ESTC R19299	158,166	358

Father save And does expose that Memphis which he gave We must now hasten or prevent his Fate His Ruine hinder or precipitate That is unsafe and this ignoble is I dread injustice or unhappiness And angry fortune each way offers me Either much danger or much infamy It is my part of chuse yours to advise What you believe to be most safe and wise Pompey's concern'd nay we the fame shall get Caesar's success to trouble or compleat And never Monarchs Fortune did afford So great a Subject for a Councel Board PHOTINUS When things Sir are determin'd by the Sword Justice is nothing but an empty word And he who then Affairs would rightly weigh Must not his Reasons but his power obey View your own strength let Pompey be survey'd Whose Fortune Droops and Valour is betray'd Who not from Caesar only takes his flight But from the Senates just reproach and sight Whose greater part were cheaply left a Prey To the keen Vultures of Pharsalia He flies lost Rome and every Roman now Who must to his defeat their Fetters owe. He flies those Kings who would chastise his Guilt Of all the blood that in this cause was spilt Their Kingdoms now of Men and Money void Their broken Scepters and their Thrones destroy'd As Author of all Woes abhor'd by all He flies the whole World shatter'd by his Fall Can you alone resist so many Foes His safety he did in himself Repose He falls and you may yield without a Blush To such a weight as Rome her self does Crush A weight which hath the Universe prest down And the yet greater Pompey overthrown He that will save whom Heaven will have wrackt By too much Justice may a Guilt Contract And a fidelity so indiscreet May a short Fame but long Repentance meet He but a more illustrious wound will have Which will not smart the less for being brave Do not for Egypt Thunderbolts provide But chuse with Fortune and the Gods to side Believe not they can an injustice do But where they favour pay your Homage too Whatever they decree for them declare And think it impious where they frown to spare With Divine Anger Pompey now beset Comes to involve you too in his Defeat His Head for which both Gods and Men do call Already shakes and seeks but where to fall His coming hither an Offence does seem And shews his hatred rather than esteem He would his safety with your ruine buy And can you doubt if he deserve to die Had he fulfill'd what we both wisht and thought And a victorious Navy hither brought We then should him a joyful welcom shew Who must the gods blame for his usage now I of his Fortune not of him complain But with regret Act what the Gods Ordain And the same Ponyard once for Caesar meant Shall with a sigh to Pompey's Heart be sent Nor can you at a less rate than his Head Secure your own and shun the storm you dread Let this be thought a Crime if so it must 'T is not a States-man's Virtue to be Just When Right and Wrong are in the Ballance laid The Interest of Kingdoms is betray'd Extreamest Rigour is the Right of Kings When Timerous Equity their Ruine brings Who fears a Crime shall ever be afraid But he 'll rule all who all things dares invade Who dangerous virtue as disgrace does shun And to an useful Crime as swiftly run This is my Thought Sir but Achillas may Or else Septimius chuse some other way But this I know whatever others like They fear no Conqueror who the conquer'd strike ACHILLAS Photin saies true Sir but though Pompey we Devested of his former Grandeur see Yet that Blood Precious does to me appear Which the Gods did in Thessaly revere Not that a crime of State should be refrain'd But 't is not lawful till it be constrain'd And what need is there of such Rigour here Who quits the conquer'd needs no Conqueror fear You may be Neuter as you were before And Caesar may if him you must adore But though you treat him as a Power Divine This is too great an Off'ring for his Shrine To Mars himself should this head offer'd be 'T would fix on yours too black an infamy Let him not be assisted nor destroy'd And such a Conduct will all blame avoid You owe him much Sir for Rome mov'd by him Help'd our last King his Scepter to redeem But Gratitude and Hospitality In Monarchs Breasts must regulated be Nor can a King Contract so great a debt But that his Subjects claim a greater yet And all Engagements are to Princes void To cancel which their bloud must be imploy'd Consider too what Pompey did expose When he your Father help'd against his Foes By that he made his Power the greater seem And rais'd his own Fame by restoring him He did in serving him but language spend But Caesar's Purse appear'd the better Friend Had we not Caesar's thousand Talents seen Pompey's Orations had small succours been Let him not then his verbal merits boast For Caesar's Actions have oblig'd you most But if a benefit to him be due Speak now for him as he did once for you His kindness safely thus requite you may But here receiv'd he will your Scepter sway This conquer'd Roman yet a King will brave And in your own Dominions you enslave Refuse him welcome then but spare his Head But if 't must fall this arm shall strike him dead I can obey Sir and should Jealous grow If any Hand but mine should strike the blow SEPTIMIUS Sir I 'm a Roman and these Hero's know Pompey needs aid and from you seeks it now You are his fate may his lost hopes revive Banish or kill or give him up alive The first would cost you much too dear a rate I 'le only then the other three debate His exile draws on you enraged Pow'r And does but half oblige the Conquerour Since to a long suspense you will him leave What fate his future battels shall receive And both on you Revenge when weary grown The Ills which but for you they had not known To render him to Caesar were the same Who must forgive him to augment his Fame He will a brav'ry on himself impose And swell in that false mercy he bestows Glad if that way he Pompey can o'recome And in the same Act please subjected Rome But whilst you him to this necessitate You 'll purchase his as well as Pompey's hate His danger and dishonour then prevent Both make him great and keep him innocent Whilst Pompey's Faction you in him destroy Let Caesar at your cost the fruit enjoy By this advice which you 'l I hope allow You 'l gain a Friend and need not fear a Foe But if Achillas unsafe course you choose You neither gain but both their Friendships lose PTOLOMY Let us no more debate what 's Just and fit But to the Worlds vicissitude submit Your Major votes do with my thoughts agree Who in so great a change

Since 't would my thanks but not the praise pursue 3. To praise your Art is then it self more hard Nor would it the Endeavour much regard Since it and Vertue are their own reward 4. A Pencil from an Angel newly caught And Colours in the Morning's bosom sought Would make no Picture if by you not wrought 5. But done by you it does no more admit Of an Encomium from the highest Wit Then that another hand should equal it 6. Yet whilst you with creating power vye Command the very spirit of the Eye And then reward it with Eternity 7. Whilst your each touch does Life and Air convey Fetch the Soul out like overcoming Day And I my friend repeated here Survey 8. I by a Passive way may do you right Wearing in that what none could ere endite Your Panegyrick and my own delight Parting with a Friend 1. WHoever thinks that Joyes below Can lasting be and great Let him behold this parting blow And cure his own deceit 2. Alas how soon are pleasures done Where Fortune has a Power How like to the declining Sun Or to the Withered Flower 3. A thousand unconcerned Eyes She 'l suffer us to see But of those we chiefly prize We must deprived be 4. But we may conquer if we will The wanton Tyrant teach That we have something left us still Which grows not in her reach 5. That unseen string which fastens Hearts Nor time nor chance e're ty'd Nor can it be in either's Arts Their unions to divide 6. Where sympathy does Love convey It braves all other Powers Lucasia and Rosania say Has it not formed ours 7. If forty Weeks converse has not Been able yet to tye Your Souls in that Mysterious Knot How Wretched then am I. 8. But if I read in eithers Mind As sure I hope I do That each to other is combin'd Absence will make it true 9. No accident will e're surprise Or make your kindness start Although you lose each others Eyes You 'l faster keep the Heart 10. Letters as kind as Turtle-Doves And undisguis'd as thought Will entertain those fervent Loves Which have each other bought 11. Till Fortune vexed with the sight Of Faith so free from stain Shall then grow weary of her spight And let you meet again 12. Wherein may you that Rapture find That sister Cher●ls have When I am in my Rocks confin'd Or seal'd up in my Grave To my dearest Friend upon her shunning Grandeur SHine out rich Soul to greatness be What it can never be to thee An ornament thou canst restore The lustre which it had before These ruines own it and 't will live Thy favour 's more than Kings can give Hast more above all titles then The bearers are above common men And so heroick art within Thou must descend to be a Queen Yet honour may convenient prove By giving thy Soul room to move Affording scene unto that mind Which is too great to be confin'd Wert thou with single vertue stor'd To be approv'd but not ador'd Thou mightst retire but who e're meant A Palace for a Tenement Heaven has so built thee that we find Thee buried when thou art confin'd If thou in privacy would'st live Yet lustre to thy vertues give To stifle them for want of air Injurious is to Heavens care If thou wilt be immur'd where Shall thy obliging soul appear Where shall thy generous prudence be And where thy magnanimity Nay thy own Darling thou dost hide Thy self-denial is deny'd For he that never greatness tries Can never safely it despife That Antoninus writ well when He held a Scepter and Pen Less credit Solomon does bring As a Philosopher than King So much advantage flows from hence To write by our Experience Diogenes I must suspect Of envy more than wise neglect When he his Prince so ill did treat And so much spurned at the great A censure is not clear from those Whom Fate subjects or does depose Nor can we greatness understand From an opprest or fallen hand But 't is some Prince must that define Or one that freely did resign A great Almanzor teaches thus Or else a Dionysius For to know Grandeur we must live In that and not in perspective Vouchsafe the tryal then that thou May'st safely wield yet disallow The World's temptations and be still Above whatever would thee fill Convince mankind there 's somewhat more Great than the titles they adore Stand neer them and 't will soon be known Thou hast more splendour of thy own Yield to the wanting Age and be Channel of true Nobility For from thy Womb such Heros need must rise Who Honours will deserve and can despise To Pastora being with her Friend 1. WHile you the double joy obtain Of what you give and what you gain Friendship who owes you so much Fame Commands my Tribute to your Name 2. Friendship that was almost forlorn Sunk under every Critick's scorn But that your genius her protects Had fled the World at least the Sex 3. You have restored them and us Whence both are happy Caesar thus Ow'd Rome the glories of his Reign And Rome ow'd him as much again 4. You in your friend those Joys have found Which all Relations can propound What Nature does 'mong them disperse You multiply in her Converse 5. You her Enjoyment have pursu'd In Company and Solitude And wheresoever she 'l retire There 's the Diversion you desire 6. Your Joys by this are more immense And heat contracted grows intense And friendship to be such to you Will make these Pleasures Honours too 7. Be to each other that Content As to your Sex y' are Ornament And may your hearts by mixture lost Be still each others Bliss and Boast 8. Impossible your Parting be As that you e're should disagree And then even Death your friend will prove And both at once though late remove 9. But that you may severely live You must th' offending World forgive And to employ your Charity You have an Object now in me 10. My Pen so much for you unfit Presents my Heart though not my Wit Which Heart admires what you express More than what Monarchs do possess 11. Fear not infection from my Fate Though I must be unfortunate For having paid my Vows due I Shall soon withdraw wither and die To my Lord and Lady Dungannon on their Marriage 11. May 1662. TO you who in your selves do comprehend All you can wish and all we can commend Whom worth does guide and destiny obey What Offerings can the useless Muses pay Each must at once suspend her charming Lyre Till she hath learnt from you what to inspire Well may they wonder to observe a Knot So curiously by Love and Fortune wrought To which propitious Heaven did decree All things on earth should tributary be By gentle sure but unperceiv'd degrees As the Sun's motion or the growth of Trees Does Providence our wills to hers incline And makes all accidents serve her design Her Pencil Sir within your

a Foe subdu'd to make a Friend Where the worst Enemies that I have met When they are conquer'd I as Brothers treat And my Ambition only this Design'd To Kill their Hate and force them to be kind How blest a Period of the War't had been If the glad World had in one Chariot seen Pompey and Caesar at once to have sate Triumphant over all their former Hate These were the Dangers you fear'd should befal O fear Ridiculous and Criminal You fear'd my Mercy but that trouble quit And wish it rather you have need of it For I am sure strict Justice would consent I should appease Rome with your punishment Not your Respects nor your Repentance now No nor your Rank preserves you from that Blow Ev'n on your Throne I would revenge your Guilt But Cleopatra's Blood must not be spilt Wherefore your Flatterers only I condemn And must expect you 'l do me Right on them For what in this I shall observe you do Must be the Rule of my Esteem for you To the great Pompey Altars now erect And to him pay as to the Gods Respect By Sacrifices your Offence expel But have a Care you chuse your Victims well Go then and whilst you do for this prepare I must stay here about another Care SCEN. III. Caesar Antonius Lepidus CAESAR Antonius have you this bright Princess seen ANTONIUS Yes Sir I have and shee 's a matchless Queen With such proportion Heaven never yet All Beauties both of Mind and Body knit So sweet a Greatness in her Face does shine The Noblest Courage must to it resign Her Looks and Language with such ease subdue If I were Caesar I should love her too CAESAR How was the Offer of my Love receiv'd ANTONIUS As doubted and yet inwardly believ'd She modestly declin'd her highest aims And thinks she merits what she most disclaims CAESAR But can I hope her love ANTONIUS Can she have yours As that your Joys so this her Crown secures To gain that Heart can you believe it hard Whose kindness you with Empire can reward Then let your Passion all its Doubts disband For what can Pompey's Conquerour withstand But yet her Fear to her remembrance brings How little Rome hath ever valu'd Kings And more then that she dreads Calphurnia's Love But both these Rubs your presence will remove And your successful Hope all Mists will break If you vouchsafe but for your Self to speak CAESAR Let 's go then and these needless scruples quit Shewing my Heart to Her that wounded it Come let us stay no longer ANTONIUS But first know Cornelia is within your Power now Septimius brings her boasting of his Fault And thinks by that he hath your Favour bought But once ashore your Guards by Orders taught No notice took but hither both have brought CAESAR Then let her enter Ah unwelcome News Which my Impatience does so roughly use O Heaven and am I not allow'd to pay My Love this small remainder of one day SCEN. IV. Caesar Cornelia Antonius Lepidus Septimius SEPTIMIUS Sir CAESAR Go Septimius for your Master look Caesar a Traytors presence cannot brook A Roman who to serve a King could be Content when he had Pompey serv'd and me Exit Septimius CORNELIA Caesar that envious Fate which I can brave Makes me thy Prisoner but not thy Slave Expect not then my Heart should ere afford To pay thee Homage or to call thee Lord How rude soever Fortune makes her blow I Crassus Widow once and Pompey's now Great Scipio's Daughter and what 's higher yet A Roman have a Courage still more great And of all strokes her cruelty can give Nothing can make me blush but that I live And have not follow'd Pompey when he dy'd For though the means to do it were deny'd And cruel Pity would not let me have The quick assistance of a Steel or Wave Yet I 'm asham'd that after such a woe Grief had not done as much as they could do Death had been glorious and had set me free As from my Sorrow then so now from thee Yet I must thank the gods though so severe That since I must come hither thou art here That Caesar reigns here and not Ptolomy And yet O Heaven what Stars do govern me That some faint kind of satisfaction 't is To meet here with my greatest Enemies And into their hands that I rather fall Than into his that ow'd my Husband all But of thy Conquest Caesar make no boast Which to my single Destiny thou ow'st I both my Husbands Fortunes have defac'd And twice have caus'd th' whole World to be disgrac'd My Nuptial Knot twice ominously ty'd Banish'd the Gods from the uprighter side Happy in misery I had been if it For Romes advantage had with thee been knit And on thy House that I could so dispense All my own Stars malignant influence For never think my hatred can grow less Since I the Roman Constancy profess And though thy Captive yet a heart like mine Can never stoop to hope for ought from thine Command but think not to subject my will Remember this I am Cornelia still CAESAR O Worthy Widow of a Man so brave Whose Courage Wonder Fate does pity crave Your generous Thoughts do quickly make us know To whom your Birth to whom your Love you owe And we may find by your hearts glorious frame Both to and from what Families you came Young Crassus Soul and noble Pompey's too Whose Vertues Fortune cheated of their due The Scipio's Blood who sav'd our Deities Speak in your Tongue and sparkle in your Eyes And Rome her self hath not an ancient Stem Whose Wife or Daughter hath more honour'd them Would to those Gods your Ancestors once sav'd When Hannibal them at their Altars brav'd That your dear Hero had declin'd this Port And better known a false Barbarians Court And had not his uncertain Honour try'd But rather on our ancient love rely'd That he had suffered my successful Arms Only to vanquish his unjust Allarms Then he without distrusting me had stay'd Till he had heard what Caesar could have said And I in spight of all our former strife Would then have beg'd him to accept of life Forget my Conquest and that Rival love Who fought but that I might his Equal prove Then I with a content entirely great Had pray'd the gods to pardon his Defeat And giving me his Friendship to possess He had pray'd Rome to pardon my success But since Fate so ambitious to destroy Hath rob'd the World and Us of so much Joy Caesar must strive t'acquit himself to you Of what was your illustrious Husbands due Enjoy your self then with all freedom here Only two days my Prisoner appear And witness be how after our debate I shall revere his Name revenge his Fate You this account to Italy may yield What Pride I borrow from Thessalia's Field I leave you to your self and shall retire Lepidus furnish her to her desire As Roman Ladies have respected been So honour her

Citizen Whilst I with joyful haste come to assure You that your life and Kingdom were secure Th' illustrious Caesar on the course you took Does with less anger than compassion look He pities you who such vile States-men heard As make their Kings not to be lov'd but fear'd Whose Souls the baseness of their birth confess And who in vain great Dignities possess For Slavish Spirits cannot guide the Helm Those too much Power would quickly overwhelm That hand whose Crimes alone do purchase Fear Will soon let fall a Weight it cannot bear PTOLOMY Those Truths and my ill Fate do me perswade How bad a choice of Counsellours I made For had I acted Honourable things I had as Glorious been as other Kings And better merited the Love you bear A Brother so unworthy of your Care Caesar and Pompey had been here agreed And the Worlds Peace in Egypt been decreed Who her own Prince a friend to both had seen Nay he perhaps an Arbiter had been But since to call this back is past our Art Let me discharge to you my Troubled heart You that for all the Wrongs that I have done Could yet Preserve me both my Life and Crown Be truly great and vanquish all your Hate By changing Photin's and Achilla's Fate For their offending you their Death is due But that my Glory suffers in it too If for their Kings Crimes they should punish'd be The Infamy would wholly light on me Caesar through them wounds me theirs is my Pain For my sake therefore your Just Hate constrain Your heart is Noble and what pleasure then Is th' abject Blood of two unhappy Men Let me owe all to you who Caesar charm And with a Look his Anger can disarm CLEOPATRA Were but their Life and Death in me to give My scorn is great enough to let them live But I with Caesar little can prevail When Pompey's Blood lyes in the other scale I boast no Power to Dispose his will For I have spoke and he hath shun'd it still And turning quickly to some new Affair He neither does refuse nor grant my Prayer Yet I 'le once more on that harsh Theam proceed In hope a New attempt may better speed And I 'le believe PTOLOMY He comes let me be gone Lest I should chance to draw his anger on My presence may enflame what t' would make less And you alone may act with more success SCEN. III. Caesar Cleopatra Antonius Lepidus Charmion Achoreus and Romans CAESAR The City now is quiet Beauteous Queen Which had alarm'd with little reason been Nor need they fear the troublesome event Of Souldiers Pride or Peoples Discontent But O great Gods when absent from your Eyes A greater Tumult did within me rise When these unwelcom Cares snatcht me from you My heart ev'n with my Grandeur angry grew And I my own Renown began to hate Since it my parting did necessitate But I forgave all to the single Thought How much advantage to my Love it brought For 't is to that I owe the noble Hope Which to my Flame does give so fair a scope And perswades Caesar that his Heart may prove Not utterly unworthy of your Love And that he may pretend to that since he Nothing above him but the Gods can see Yes Queen if in the World a Man there were That with more glory could your fetters bear Or if there were a Throne wherein you might By Conquering its King appear more bright Less for his Throne would I the Man pursue Than to dispute the Right of serving you 'T was to acquire that valuable Right That my Ambitious Arm did alwayes fight And in Pharsalia rather my Sword drew To preserve that than Pompey to subdue I Conquer'd and the God of Battles less Then your bright Eyes afforded me success They rais'd my Courage and my hand did sway And I owe them that memorable day As the effect of heat by them inspir'd For when your beauties had my passion fir'd That a return might your great Soul become They made me Master of the World and Rome I would ennoble that high stile I wear By the Addition of your Prisoner And shall most happy be if you think fit That Title to esteem and this permit CLEOPATRA I know how much I to my fortune owe Which this excess of Honour does bestow Nor will from you my in ward thoughts conceal Since I know both you and my self so well Your Love did in my earliest Youth appear And I my Scepter as your Present wear I twice receiv'd my Kingdom from your Hand And after that can I your Love withstand No Sir my Heart cannot resist your siege Who so much merit and so much oblige But yet my Birth my Rank and the Command Which I have now regain'd in Egypts Land The Scepter by your Hand restor'd to mine Do all against my innocent Hopes combine To my desires iniurious they have been And lessen me by making me a Queen For if Rome still be as she was before T' ascend a Throne will but debase me more These Marks of Honour will be but my Shame And ruine my Pretences to your Flame But yet methinks the Power you enjoy Might all my Fears with ease enough destroy And I would hope that such a Man as you May justly Romes Capriciousness subdue And her unjust aversion for a Throne She might see cause for your sake to disown I know that you can harder things effect And from your Promise Wonders I expect You in Pharsalia did much greater do And I invoke no other Gods but You. CAESAR There 's nothing humane can my Love withstand 'T is but the over-running Affricks Land To shew my Standards to the rest of those Who did me with so ill a Fate oppose And when Rome can no more of them Advance She will be forc'd to study Complaisance And you shall see her with a solemn State At your Feet sacrifice her Pride and Hate Nay I must have her at your Royal Seat In my behalf your Favour to entreat And with so much Respect these Beauties view That she young Caesars shall request from you This is the only Fortune I desire And all to which my Lawrels do aspire How blest were my Condition if I might Obtain those Wreaths and still enjoy your sight But yet my Passion it s own harm procures For I must quit you if I will be yours While there are flying Foes I must pursue That I may them defeat and merit you To bear that absence therefore suffer me To take such Courage from the Charmes I see That frighted Nations may at Caesars name Say He but came and saw and overcame CLEOPATRA This is too much but if I this abuse The fault which you create you must excuse You did my Crown and perhaps life restore And yet your love I trust will grant me more And I conjure you by its strongest Charms By that great Fortune which attends your Arms By all my hopes and all your high