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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A55276	Poems on affairs of state from the time of Oliver Cromwell, to the abdication of K. James the Second. Written by the greatest wits of the age. Viz. Duke of Buckingham, Earl of Rochester, Lord Bu-------st, Sir John Denham, Andrew Marvell, Esq; Mr. Milton, Mr. Dryden, Mr. Sprat, Mr. Waller. Mr. Ayloffe, &c. With some miscellany poems by the same: most whereof never before printed. Now carefully examined with the originals, and published without any castration.	Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687.	1697 (1697)	Wing P2719A; ESTC R26563	139,358	261

all the powerfull Rhet'rick of the Tongue Nor sacred Wit cou'd charm thee on Not the soft play that Lovers make Nor Sighs cou'd fan thee to a Fire No pleading Tears or Vows cou'd thee awake Nor charm the unform'd Something to Desire Oft I 've conjur'd thee to appear By Youth by Love by all their pow'rs Have search'd and sought thee every-where In silent Groves in lonely Bowers On flow'ry Beds where Lovers wishing lie In sheltring Woods where sighing Maids To their assinging Shepherds hie And hide their Blushes in the gloom of Shades Yet there ev'n there though Youth assail'd Where Beauty prostrate lay aad Fortune woo'd My Heart insensible to neither bow'd Thy lucky Aid was wanting to prevail In Courts I sought thee then thy proper Sphere But thou in Crowds wer't stifled there Interest did all the loving bus'ness do Invites the Youths and wins the Virgins too Or if by chance some Heart thy Empire own Ah pow'r ingrate the Slave must be undone Tell me thou nimble Fire that dost dilate Thy mighty force through every part What God or human Power did thee create In my till now unfacil Heart Art thou some welcome Plague sent from above In this dear Form this kind Disguise Or the false Off-spring of mistaken Love Begot by some soft thought that feebly strove With the bright piercing Beauties of Lysander's Eyes Yes yes Tormenter I have found thee now And found to whom thou dost thy Being owe 'T is thou the blushes dost impart 'T is thou that tremblest in my Heart When the dear Shepherd does appear I faint and dye with pleasing pain My words intruding sighings break Whene'er I touch the charming Swain Whene'er I gaze whene'er I speak Thy conscious fire is mingled with my Love As in the sanctify'd Abodes Misguided Worshippers approve The mixing Idols with their Gods In vain alas in vain I strive With Errors which my Soul do please and vex For Superstition will survive Purer Religion to perplex Oh tell me you Philosophers in Love That can these burning fev'rish Fits controul By what strange Arts you cure the Soul And the fiery Calenture remove Tell me ye Fair ones you that give Desire How 't is you hide the kindling Fire Oh wou'd you but confess the truth It is not real Vertue makes you nice But when you do resist the pressing Youth 'T is want of dear Desire to thaw the Virgin-Ice And while your young Adorers lie All languishing and hopeless at your Feet Raising new Trophies to your Chastity Oh tell me how you do remain discreet And not the Passion to the throng make known Which Cupid in revenge has now confin'd to one How you suppress the rising Sighs And the soft yielding Soul that wishes in your Eyes While to the admiring Crowd you nice are found Some dear some secret Youth who gives the wound Informs you all your Vertue 's but a Cheat And Honour but a false disguise Your Modesty a necessary slight To gain the dull repute of being wise Deceive the foolish world deceive it on And veil your Passion and your Pride But now I 've found your weakness by my own From me the needfull fraud you cannon hide For though with Vertue I the world perplex Lysander finds the feeble of my Sex So Helen tho' from Theseus's Arms she fled To charming Paris yields her Heart and Bed On the Prince's going to England with an Army to restore the Government 1688 Hunc saltem everso Juvenem succurrere Saeclo Ne prohibite Virg. Georg. Lib. 1. ONce more a FATHER and a SON falls out The World involving in their high dispute Remotest India's Fate on theirs depends And Europe trembling the Event attends Their motions ruling every other State As on the Sun the lesser Planets wait Power warms the Father Liberty the Son A Prize well worth th' uncommon venture run Him a false pride to govern unrestrain'd And by mad means bad ends to be attaind All bars of property drives headlong through Millions oppressing to enrich a few Him Justice urges and a noble Aim To equal his Progenitors in Fame And make his life as glorious as his Name For Law and Reason's power he does engage Against the reign of appetite and rage There all the license of unbounded might Here conscious Honour and deep sense of Right Immortal enmity to arms incite Greatness the one Glory the other fires This only can deserve what that desires This strives for all that e'er to Men was dear And he for what the most abhor and fear Caesar and Pompey's cause by Cato thought So ill adjudg'd to a new Tryal's brought Again at last Pharsalia must be fought Ye fatal Sisters now to Right be Friends And make Mankind for Pompey's Fate amends In Orange's great Line 't is no new thing To free a Nation and uncrown a King On his Royal Highness's Voyage beyond Sea March 30. 1678. R. H. they say is gone to Sea Designed for the Hague But Portsmouth's left behind to be The Nations Whorish Plague Some think he went unwillingly Say others he was sent there But most conclude for certainty He 's gone to keep his Lent there What need I to apologize 'T is said nothing more true is The chiefest part of 's Errand lies To fetch in Cosen Lewis That both together as they say If one may dare to speak on 't Thro' Hereticks Throats may cut their way To bring in James the Second By Yea and Nay the Quaker cries How can we hope for better Truth 's not in him that this denies Read Edward Coleman's Letter Gar gar the Jockey swears faw things Man here is mickle work Dee'l split his Wem he 's ne'er be King Whose Name does rhime to Pork Cot 's splutter a Nails the Welshman cries Got shield her frow her Foes He near shall be a Prince of Wales That wears a Roman Nose The RABBLE 1680 THE Rabble hates the Gentry fear And wise Men want support A rising Country threatens There And Here a starving Court. Not for the Nation but the Fair Our Treasury provides Buckly's Go n's only care As Middleton is Hyde's Rowly too late will understand What now he shuns to find That nothing's quiet in the Land Except his careless Mind England is now 'twixt Thee and York The Fable of the Frog He is the fierce devouring Stork And Thou the lumpish Log. A New Song of the Times 1683 1. 'TWere folly for ever The Whigs to endeavour Disowning their Plots when all the world knows 'um Did they not fix On a Council of Six Appointed to govern though no body chose ' um They that bore sway Knew not one would obey Did Trincalo make such a ridiculous pother Monmouth's the Head To strike Monarchy dead They chose themselves Vice-Roys all o'er one another 2. Was 't not a damn'd thing For Russel and Hambden To serve all the Projects of hot-headed Tony But much more untoward To appoint my Lord Howard Of his own Purse and Credit