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Poems by N. Tate.
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Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.
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Licensed November 27. 1676. Roger L'Estrange POEMS BY N. TATE LONDON Printed by T. M. for Benj. Tooke at the Signe of the Ship in St. Pauls Church-yard MDCLXXVII To The LEARNED and much HONOURED Dr. Walter Needham OF Charter-House A Dedication according to the present Mode must be an Harrangue on the Accomplishments of the Person to whom it is Addrest But Sir though your general Acquaintance with the Sciences and your happy Performances in the most usefull of them invite me on the first View to embrace so excellent a Theam yet when I reflect how that on this occasion no Rhetorick can be Pardonable that is not Extraordinary and when I farther Consider how well your Excellencies are known to the World I find that my best Endeavours can prove but an Impertinent Zeal Besides Sir had I been able to do Justice to your worth and Fame yet I have Reason to believe that my Silence on that Subject would with you find better Welcome than the most Elaborate Panegyrick As for the following Poems which I have publisht on Reasons Satisfactory to my self and my Friends they are Fortunate enough in having first been Pardon'd and then receiv'd into your Favour 'T were Injury to the Publick to Intrude on those portions of your time that are employ'd in the Health of your Countrey but if the best products of my humble Fancy may have Access to your Leisure Hours 't is the highest Ambition of SIR Your devoted humble Servant N. TATE THE CONTENTS THe Indispos'd Page 1. On a Diseas'd old Man who Wept at Thought of Leaving the World 4 To Mr. Flatman on his excellent Poems 8 On the Present Corrupted state of Poetry 14 The Search 19 The Prospect 24 The Request 26 The Installment 27 The Pennance 29 Laura's Walk 30 The Vsurpers 32 The Amusement Dialogue Strephon and Sylvia 34 The Amorist 37 The Surprizall 38 The Vn-confin'd 39 Dialogue Alexis and Laura 40 The Restitution 44 The Escape 45 The Politicians 47 The Vow-Breaker 48 The Tear 50 The Discovery 52 The Parting 55 On an old Miser that hoarded his Money in a steel Chest and Bury'd it 57 The Vision Written in a dangerous Fit of Sickness 58 Ode to my ingenious Friend Mr Flatman 67 The Banquet 68 The Match 69 The Disconsolate 71 Sliding on Scates in very hard Frost 73 Strephon's Complaint on quitting his Retirement 74 The Gold-Hater 78 The Ingrates 79 Disappointed 80 Some of Martials Epigrams Translated and Paraphras'd From Page 81 to Page 87 The Confinement 87 On Snow fall'n in Autumn and dissolv'd by the Sun 88 Melancholly 89 On a Grave Sir's Retireing to write in order to undeceive the World 92 On a deform'd Old Beldam designing to have her Picture drawn 94 Advice to a Friend designing to publish his Poems 96 The Ignorant 97 The Beldam's Song 98 The Inconstant A Paraphrase on the XV Epod of Horace 100 Of the Ape and the Fox A Paraphrase on one of the Centum Fabulae 102 The Round 104 The Male-Content 105 The Dream 106 Amor Sepulchralis 108 The 3 first Verses of the 46 Psalm Paraphras'd 109 The Mid-night Thought 131 The Counter-turn 113 The Voyagers 114 The Choice 115 On Sight of some Martyrs Sepulchres 116 Of the Few Adherents to Virtue 117 The Requitall 118 To a Desponding Friend Ibid. Disswasion of an Aged Friend from quitting his Retirement 119 Recovering from a Fit of Sickness 120 The Challenge 122 The Cure 124 The Hurricane 131 The Gratefull Shepheard 132 ERRATA PAge 68 line 8. for Dairie's store read Dairies store p. 70. l. 5. for yields r. yield p. 71. l. 7. for sink r. sinks p. 74. l. 3. for are restrain'd r. are now restrain'd p. 89. l. 14. for Egyptian r. t'Egyptian p. 91. l. 19. for springs in r. springs not in POEMS The Indispos'd I. WHat tho th'unweary'd Sun Already has his Race begun Already summon'd to their Pleasant Toyl Th' Inhabitants o' th' open Soyl What Comfort in his Lustre can I find If yet no cheerful Glimpse begin A Glorious Morn Within But Mists and Darkness still oppress my Mind II. What Entertainment can it be To hear the Tunefull Birds from ev'ry Tree With Grateful Songs the rising Day salute Unless my Fancy with the Musick suit If in my Thoughts I find no Harmony I shall Alass as soon Rejoyce At th' Ominous Ravens dolefull Voyce Or be diverted with the Bell That Rings my Own or dearer Friends untimetly Knell III. Whilst in my Breast the Weather 's Fair I ne're enquire the Temper of the Air So Reason o're my Appetites bear sway I 'm unconcern'd what Planet Rules the Day If husht and silent my fierce Passions lye The loudest Gusts that rend the Sky Invite Repose and make my Sleep more sound The Tempest in my Brest Alone can break my Rest Ev'n Hurricanes abroad are sound To Dammage less than smallest Winds hatcht Under-ground On a Diseased Old Man who Wept at thought of leaving the World I. Shame on thy Beard That thou canst Bug-bears dread Fear Death whom thou so oft hast seen So oft his Guest at Funerals been Thy self ' i th' Better Half already Dead 'T is strange to see that Frozen Head Such Plenteous Moysture shed Whence can this Stream be fed The Tears were just which at thy Birth did flow For then Alass thou had'st t' engage Life 's Inconveniences but now Thou art allow'd to quit the Tragick Stage Now to be careful to prolong the Scenâ— And Act thy Miseries o're agen Is Folly not to be forgiv'n in ev'n thy Doating Age. II. Full Fourscore Years Bless us a dreadful Space The World has us'd Thee ill Abus'd Thee to Thy Face And Doatard canst Thou still Sollicite her Embrace In vain Thou covet'st to enjoy This haughty Dame when Age and Pains Have shrunk thy Nerves and chill'd thy Veins Who to thy Flourishing Years was so Reserv'd and Coy III. Can Cramps Catharrs and Palsies be Such ravishing Company That thou shou'd'st mourn the Loss of their Society What Pleasures can the Grave deprive Thy Senses of What Inconvenience give Which Thou' rt exempted from Alive At worst thou canst but have Cold Lodging in the Grave Nor ly'st thou Warmer now tho cover'd o're In Furr till thy faint Limbs can bear no more Thou sleep'st each Night in so much Sear-cloth bound thou 'dst need no more wert thou to take thy Lodging Under-ground IV. Go lay thy friv'lous Hopes of Health aside No longer Potions take No more Incisions make Let thy dull Flesh no more be Scarify'd Resign resign thy Fated Breath Consult with no Physitian more but Death When all thy Surgeons Instruments prove vain His never-failing Dart Will Bleed thee gently at thy Heart And let out Life the Sourse of all thy Pain Let then thy Funeral Pile be made With Rosemary and Cypress grac't Aloft on it thy Carcass plac't Beside thee there thy Crutches laid Those Utensills will thus oblige thee more Fomenting the kind Flame then when