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Poems, songs and love-verses, upon several subjects by Matthew Coppinger ...
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Coppinger, Matthew.
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all its rest On Clelia's Sore Eyes WHat makes the Frontiers of the sable night Display their Mists and thus expel the light Dire Queen of Shades what power as yet unknown Hast thou assum'd that 's stronger than thy own These sable Mists are worse than those that fell On impious Pharaoh for an Israel For but a time those dismal Clouds did stay Which gave a greater welcom to the day But now the Gods the angry Gods I find All human kind has at one stroke struck blind And rob'd the World of Glory in its height Having eclipst its main and greatest light And now alas muffl'd in Clouds it lies Groping in darkness robb'd of both its Eyes Nor can we hope our Fate for to reverse But are like mourners drooping o're a Hearse Till in your Eyes your Eyes we may behold Beauty enthron'd more bright than burnisht Gold Which now is hid and doth obscurely lye As pearls i' th' Oceans vast profundity But sure the mighty Pow'rs had some design And our neglect of you they thought a Crime And took from us what we as slightly prize As Indians Gold and precious Treasuries And now think sit lest by those Stars we fall And so receive a gen'ral Funeral For to restore us by degrees those Eyes Which else would make mankind a sacrifice As Men not quite recover'd of their sight Do lose the same by the excess of light A Dream TEll me thou pale-fac'd Empress of the Night What horrid terror did my mind affright I saw and in a Dream a Damsel stood Before me trembling all besmear'd with Blood In her right Hand a wither'd Branch she had And with a sable Veil her Brows were clad And to her self she mourning seem'd to say 'T was love alas fond Girl did thee betray And so she vanish'd Then I heard a cry Of a lost Damsel at the point to die Her latest Breath did on Narcissus call Cruel Narcissus cruel in my fall For thee I did honour and life forsake And gave thee Love which thou refus'd to take For thee I did Philanders Love despise Who now may glory at my injuries Her other words she did in Tears confound Abruptly mangled in a dying sound With that I shrunk and sudain terror prest My melting Heart in my molested Breast I ponder'd in my mind at length I knew The voice was Phillis that her self had slew And art thou dead said I false unto me His hate 's a just reward of Perjury But O that yet my life cou'd thine redeem My Soul shou'd vanish as of no esteem O cruelty what made thee so unkind To kill the Joy and Darling of Mankind And since thy Death by Pen can't be exprest I 'le write thy Elegie upon my Breast But snatching at my Sword a Hand was sent My suden Execution to prevent And Phillis who before I thought was dead Appear'd and with a Garland Crown'd my Head And told me death had not the power to sever Two Hands two Hearts that must be joyn'd for ever Then waking suddenly I knew the Theam Was my molested fancy in a Dream Even when I wake or sleep thou' rt in my mind Unconstant Phillis cruel and unkind Omnia qua sensu volvuntur vota diurno Tempore nocturno reddit amica quies An Elegie on the Death of his very good Friend Mr. Edward Lynch Buried in Salisbury Cathedral ASist my Muse thou gravest of the Nine Melpomine assist and let Line Proceed from thy more solemn state which shall Attend the Rites of this sad Funeral Shall then Eternal sleep rich minds repress And leave them only to enjoy their bliss And must their Names no more be thought upon Buried in silent Oblivion And with their Bodies must their Names be thrust Into the Earth and Buried in the Dust No no their Fame swift Time shall ne're devast But flourish still so long as Time shall last Why then doth Death involve my Friend who sleeps And in the Dust a silent Requiem keeps But that thy Name henceforth may never die I 'l write in Verse thy mournful Elegie Yet Ink's too black a Colour to infold Thy vertuous Name that shou'd be writ in Gold That honor'd Marble that does bear thy Name Henceforth shall be Immortal by the same Nor Time nor eating Age shall e're devour What bears th' Impression of so fair a Flower When first my steps unto thy Grave drew nigh To pay my duty to thy memory The pious Marble thaw'd into a Tear As silently expressing thou wert there The Marble Statues Bishops Prebends Lords And many other that the place affords Through stony Mantles wept their sufferings And seem'd to me like Arethusa's Springs And may they ever weep for Piety Is seldom found among them till they dye Who e're shall hear thy Name and shall not spend One Tear for thee unpitty'd be his end And may his Ghost do pennance at thy Grave Honor'd though restless such a Doom to have Methinks I cou'd grow ang'ry with my Muse That shou'd at such a time her aid refuse But that she told me that her Lungs were weak And far unfit thy Praises for to speak And that whilst she thy Fame did strive t' express Her halting Numbers only made it less We knew thy worth e're we discern'd thy Age And budding Glory gave a true presage Of what thou did'st and what thou would'st have done Had not thy rising prov'd thy setting Sun O cou'd I speak thy praise I would disperse Thy living Fame throughout the Universe To tell thy worth how vert'ous and how wise In this I know none can Hyperbolise Each of thy actions strove for to excell As rolling Waves which in the Ocean swell My Muse in contemplation now of thee Has struck the Poet in an Ecstasie Love Triumphant T Was at the time when Phoebus with his Rayes The Universe with equal Beams serveys When Flocks and Heards to the cool Shades repair T' enjoy the Breezes of a cooler Air. I laid me down upon the Grass to rest Whilst Loves fierce God inflam'd my tender Breast Millions of thoughts I interweav'd with fears And my blest Saints Idea wash'd in Tears Ah cruel Nymph said I what God unkind Hath with such Cruelty incens'd thy mind Lay by Ioves Flames Salmonean terrors fear Least you his Thunder and his Lightning bear For that great God that rules the arched Skie Can ne're be pleas'd with acts of cruelty But if you needs will take a Goddess form Which can your native Beauty nought adorn Take her whose milder form Mankind did move To honour and adore as Queen of Love Thus shall you gain that honour that 's your due And we take you for her or her for you Thus whilst my mind passion toss'd too and fro As Waves by Winds which on the Ocean blow Behold my Clelia came and forward prest Whilst the light Wind her lower Parts undrest Rich in Attire in Beauty richer far Thus Venus us'd to court the God of War And thus
the Fields whose Fragrant smell The richest Indian Odours did excel Discordia griev'd as 't was her course to see Three potent Goddesses so well agree Throwing a Golden Ball before them says Let her take this whose Beauty wins the Bays All plead their Titles in the slowry Field And each unto her Rival scorns to yeild Till walking forward they did soon espy The sprightly Son of Priam who did lye Under a lofty Tree whose spreading shade Sols Radiant Beames did all in vain invade Between them then to end this fatal grudge They all consent to make brave Paris Judge But when the youngster saw the glorious sight His Heart was straight way ravisht and the sight Inflam'd his generous Soul he prostrate lyes He worships and adores the Deities Nor can he longer gaze so great a light Cou'd not be bore by any mortal sight VVhich when they see and think upon the Prize They add new force and vigor to his Eyes To whom Queen Iuno mildly did begin Both with applause and promise for to win Juno's Speech Thou who of Priams Court the glory art More beautifi'd by Nature than by Art Give me the Ball let not thy Hand refrain But give it me and I 'le give thee again Glory and Honour and what e're can be Than this more happy that I 'le give to thee I 'le set a Crown of Gold upon thy Head These words thereon shall be Intituled THE GLORY OF THE WORLD Riches and State Honour and Fame shall ever propagate The Worlds vast Confines shall a tribute yield To thee alone the Caesar of the Field The breath of Fame shall all thy state declare And all the world shall term thee Fortunes Heir And if there 's ought thy mind can covet more Command Queen Iuno scorn for to implore The youngster stands amaz'd his Hearts on fire A thirst of Honour does his Soul inspire His eager heart had soon a Captive been Had not brave Pallas soon prevented him VVhose Princely presence does his mind control And adds new force unto his vigorous Soul Pallas Speech To whom the Goddess mildly thus Brave Prince Does Iuno's powerful promise so convince Thy easie fancy to dispose the Prize Art thou become a Captive to her Eyes Can VVealth and Honour make thee to contemn The certain gift of VVisdoms Diadem VVisdom gains Riches Honour's but a slave A Lambent fire our fancy more does crave I scorn to court thee for the Ball yet know If thou on Pallas do the same bestow Thy VVisdom through the spacious Earth shall ring And Forraign Nations shall their Presents bring Thy Foes shall yield unto thy conquering Hand Nor shalt thou fear any invading Band Or Forraign Force for thou alone shalt Reign From East to West and o're the floating Main And ending thus Venus drew near whose smiles The youngster of his Senses quite beguiles She robs him of his Heart and therewithal Obtains the long'd for prize the Golden Ball. For when the Prince had with a pleasing Eye Beheld the glory of the Deity A sudden Joy through every Member steals And by his blushes he his Love reveals To whom the Queen of Souls Goddess of Loves More sweet and gentle than her Team of Doves Makes her address with words so courtly mild As might the watchful Dragon have beguild Or charm'd the Brazen-footed Bulls and made The Sons of Tellus cease for to invade Each others life such was her charming Tongue As without Magick might make Aeson young And bring th' Hesperian Fruit into her lap Force Argus hundred Eyes to take a nap Here Majesty and Love did well agree And both concur great Queen to favour thee Such charms her looks did bear such her aspect When she to Parris did this Speech direct Venus Speech Brave Prince to whom the Goddesses have been Both suppliants endeavouring to win The Prize which only does belong to me The Fates themselves grant the Priority They promise Conquest Wisdom and a Throne All this is nought but what 's before thy own But yet suppose it so cou'dst thou delight In cruel Wars where blood doth blood excite Is this the way to gain thee honour No. Kingdoms thou mayst possess and perish so Who gains by Blood and Death shall at the price Have the reward of blood and avarice Or rather wouldst thou chuse on Beds of Down In Cupids Fields to gain the sweet renown Spending thy youthful days in merriment Such as pale War did never yet invent With Grecian Dames whose Beauty may not be Exprest by Tongue or Pens Indignity If this can please give me the Prize I sue Both as my merit and my Beauties due And thou shalt gain a Lady such another Titans Majestick Raies did ne're discover Whose Beauties form there 's none can Parallel Her Skin for Whiteness does as far excel The driven Snow as does the Suns bright Raies A glittering Star shou'd I disclose her praise How red unto the sight her Cheeks do seem That you wou'd term her to be Beauties Queen Indulgent Nature out of all her store Has not enough to make one Beauty more Now Paris burns with Love his warm desire At length is turn'd into a Flame of Fire He knows no medium now Love sways each Part And reigns as Monarch o're his very Heart And with a willing Hand he gives the Ball To Venus most deserving it of all Iuno and Pallas with an ireful Eye Ascend into the Turrets of the Skie There mindful of their wrongs deliberate The Ruine of the mighty Trojan State Manet altâ mente repôstum Iudicium Paridis spretaeque injuria formae On Clelia's Picture DO'st not thou see this Picture set Round with the Rose and Violet Crown'd with the Garlands of the Spring And Looks that might entice a King And can thy Eye find any place To gaze upon but on this Face Do'st not thou see that sparkling Eye Inflam'd with Love and Majesty Those tempting Lips than which to kiss I cou'd not hope a greater bliss Those lovely Cheeks nay every Part Not able to be prais'd by Art And ask me whom it represents My Life my Soul my blest Contents 'T is Clelia's Shaddow which her Eye Reflected here as she past by To which as 't is her due I pay A thousand Offerings a Day And now methinks I cease to blame The Ethnicks who did Idols frame If that among their Number they Had any one like Clelia MY Friend Iohn Clement t'other day Was very Sick and like to dye And as 't was thought did only stay To bare Tom Flavel company He made his Will and all his Lands By Testament were mine to spend And soon had come into my Hands If death like him had been my Friend But curse upon it unawares That Wicked Rogue Tom Flavel dy'd At which my Friend Iohn Clement swears The Rascal did it out of Pride With that he bid 'em sill his Grave And truly swore he would not dye Since the unlucky peevish Slave Had slighted thus