â—â— Aston Cockain A CHAIN OF GOLDEN POEMS Embellished with WIT MIRTH and ELOQUENCE Together with two most excellent COMEDIES viz. The OBSTINATE LADY AND TRAPPOLIN Suppos'd a PRINCE Written by Sr Aston Cokayn LONDON Printed by W. G. and are to be sold by Isaac Pridmore at the Golden-Falcon near the New-Exchange 1 THE AUTHORS APOLOGY TO THE READER THese poor trifles courteous Reader had not now become so troublesome to the World if it had been in my power to have prevented them for at my going once out of London I left them with a friend of mine who dying they were dispersed into divers hands Mr. William Godbid got my Obstinate Lady and though he found it with the last leaf torn out wherein my conclusion to the play with the Epilogue were he procured some acquaintance of his to supply the defect at the end and so Printed it And though that Comedy be very much of it writ in number he put it forth as if the most part of it were prose Here you have that defect much amended and my own conclusion and Epilogue added I was fearful my Trappolin and other Poems should have run the like misfortune and therefore made a diligent enquiry after them and when I had found them out could not get them delivered without parting with some money and promising my honest friend Mr. W. Godbid after I had afforded them some small correction I would bestow them on him with my consent for the Press For indeed without his assistance I should not have recovered them out of a Gentlemans hands whom I will forbear to name I hope there is nothing in the whole so amorous as to arrive at impiety yet nevertheless could I have imagined them worthy the trouble of transcription you will find many things here that had been omitted After this general Apologie I must also make my excuse for some particular pieces I have been demanded by some Persons of Quality and judgement why in my copy of Verses before Mr. Fletchers volume of Plaies I chiefly reflect upon the Mad Lover my noble friend and kinsman Mr. Charles Cotton sent me that single Play in a Manuscript which I had divers years in my hands therefore when I found the Players were prohibited to act I writ those poor Verses with an intention to have had the Mad Lover printed single and them to have waited on it which when the large Volume came forth my Cosin Cotton commanded from me and gave the Printers Next I must acknowledge I have been merry with Mr. James Strong and his pretty Pamphlet But seeing many thus make as bold with him I presumed I might take the same liberty I must only request the chastwomen of Lin to take no offence at these Verses I intended them none if there be any of dissolute life in that town let those be accounted of as his Joanes and no other I hope James Strong is of Coriats gentle disposition and will endure jesting with otherwise at his leisure he hath my leave to be as pleasant with me Some few things that I translated out of Latin and Italian I have not inserted as accounting them too wanton to breath in this chaster clime and in truth if any body either through curiosity or by any other accident should english any such pieces it will be esteemed a discretion in them to forbear publishing them Lastly I have made some progress into a Play to be called the Tragedy of Ovid which if my Obstinate Lady and Trappolin take I may be encouraged to perfect and present to you hereafter with some other things that are not yet put into method fit for the Press if you be not cloid with these small Poems already and hate a farther surfeit upon such toyes If this book hath the fortune to attain to a second impression you may then hear farther from me and in the mean while this is enough from Your servant ASTON COKAIN TO HIS NOBLE FRIEND Sir ASTON COKAIN on his Poetical composures SIr though I cannot on such praises hit As well may suit the wardrobe of your wit Rich and repleat yet give me leave to aim And light my I'aper at your Delphick flame But how should such a dazeled sence as mine Lost in high-waies of Excellence divine See to pass judgements on your lines aright That seem all gâ—â—ded with Phoebaean light From your rich brain effus'd that to the skie Rightly conformes in clear sublimity I almost should have thought your nimbler soul Had fire from Heaven like fly Prometheus stole But that whereas accursed plagues he brought Wherewith Pandora's box was sadly fraught You with choice things have blest us such as be Treasures of wit art language history How strangely winds your fancy here and there Like to your Anchor built with streams more clear That glide along as if they long'd to see Themselves ingulft in vast eternity Surely you drew from noble birds of Po Those numerous sweetnesses that ravisht so And from rich Naples and renowned Rome Brought forth fine courtship and choice learning home Your Muse impregnate with no common worth Thus travail'd for a fame and brought it forth Whose issue he that envies let him hear Like Phrygian Midas with a lengthn ' deare Nothing but scornes shot at him sundry waies Yet take those pellets for a charge of praise Kick at such currish slaves nor think them fit To pick up at your chair the crumbs of wit But think whilst other Muses seem to dance After your measures they your praise advance Needs must those wits or harsh or heavy be That move not at your strokes of harmony Tho. 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live and spare All other things to feed upon that air 48. Ca. Germanici Augusti Epigramma de Puero Thracensi Thrax puer astricto glacie cum luderet Hebro Frigore concretas pondere rupit aquas Dumque unae partes rapido traherentur ab amne Praesecuit tenerum lubrica tecta caput Orba quod inventum mater dum conderet urna Hoc peperi flammis caetera dixit aquis A Thracian Boy on frozen Hebrus plai'd Till with his weight a breach i' th Ice he made Which from his body cut his tender head The rest being by the Waters swallowed His Mother sigh'd bestowing 't in an Urne That I brought forth for waters this to burn 49. Of Cajus Germanicus Augustus Germanicus was Drusus Son o' th high And the illustrious Claudian Family An eminent Poet to whom Ovid sent His Roman Kalander from Banishment His Cousin Agrippina was his Wife By whom he many children had His life At thirty four years age in Antioch Tiberius by poyson from him took Of all his many Poems nothing came Unto our Times but that one Epigram 50. To my very good Friend Mr. Francis Lenton Sir many years ago when you and I Frequently kept together company With Master Lightwood and my Noble Brother Sir Andrew Knyveton and some few such other Tom Lightwood made each following Anagram Which I illustrated upon your name While at the Fleece in Covent Garden we Drank roundly Sack in Rosen Cans and free There all was done in jest and so was took Pray laugh at them again now in this book 51. Francis Lenton Poet. Anagram Fil-pot Rosen Canne Filpot What Pot A Rosen Canne Who shall Frank Lenton shall that man But must he then turn Tapster No But fill for him he drinks unto He like a small Wit scorns to put My Friends health in a little Cup But like a Generous valiant man His smal'st health drinks in a whole Can But Poets Drink is surely Wine No Ale-house trash makes men Divine Why then Filpot and Rosen Can Except he be a Malt-drink-man He 's nothing less Glasses being small In Cans he doth drink Sack to all His Anagram is true and so His sack doth him true Poet show He therefore is a Gallant man And owneth Filpot Rosen Can. 52. Francis Lenton Anagram Nann Colts fire Nann Colts Fire That is Love For Love's a Flame But sure Nann Colt then is some curious Dame It may be not For he may carry perhaps Nann Colts fire in his Breeches have her claps Then Nann Colt is unsound and likely he Why should he fresher then his Mistress be Nann Colts fire once did burn his heart but lo It now hath setled in a place below I thought that Poets Wits should be of fire And not their bodies that flames did aspire 〈…〉 burnt Frank Be not dejected so 〈…〉 of Wine hath been you know And yet the better for 't and so mai'st thou By leaving her upon a solemn vow But thou may'st be her fire another way The Man that doth her heart and passions sway A goodly fortune to express desire To have thy brains distil'd by Nann Colts fire 53. To the World of Nan Colt If there be Lady that this Name doth own Or of inferiour condition A Woman in the world world witness bear We did not mean by this to injure her We knew none such he found it in his name And thus much said I hope w' are free from blame 54. To Mr. Francis Lenton refusing wine Dost thou endeavour Franke to leave thy drink That made thee such high raptures write think Or art a weary of the Muses for What els could make thee Phoebus Sack abhor It is our grief our mourning and thy shame That the Queenes Poet and a man of name Should drive Apollo from his breast with a Fine glass of six shillings or a dish of Whey Redress our sorrows and return again To wine and make thy head like Charles his wain 55. Francis Lenton Anagram Not Nel Cis Fran. Not Nel for she is fair and sound and sweet But Cis for she 's as common as a street Why should a Poet that can drink base drink After a Lady that 's deserving think Or why should you because your Characters Are good expect a Mistress like the Stars Because your Anagrams are rich to you Would you a Mistress rich in beauty too Not Nel Cis Fran is thine and use her well That 's make her tympanous belly rightly swell Blame not thy fortune but thine eyes or sure Some dark nights sport behind or ' gainst a dore What though she be decai'd like wither'd rose She is no ancienter then her best clothes You 'l say this Anagram is naught but shew Your reason for we all do know it true However 't is unfortunate you 'l say For Poets Loves should be as bright as day It is your name good Fran doth tell she 's foul And makes the world acquainted with her soul But you will ask why may not Cis be fair And Nel the homely One beneath compare This will not help you Fran for Nel is known Famous for beauty witness Sparta Town And Cis is yet and hath been ever since A common name for every Kitchen-wench You must be patient therefore and may thank Your name for this fine beast Not Nel Cis Frank. 56. To my very good Friend M. Thomas Lightwood Sir that I do expose these trifles to The world which we in jest writ long ago Pray pardon me for I am sure I do A greater wrong unto my selfe then you After so many troubles they remain Once more to make us laugh at them again 57. To my noble Cousin Mr. William Milward When I have wanted company sometimes I 've made my self merry with writing rhimes And I do hope that reading them you will Laugh too and pardon what you finde too ill For worth your approbation here is nought My whole book being a continual fault 58. To my worthy Friends the two Colonel William Bales So lov'd the two Alcides as you two So did Alcides and Paeantius do In the same steps that Noblest friends have mov'd And with as firm a love as they have lov'd You hand in hand have walk'd and work'd as high And glorious Actions of Amity Striving each others affection to out-go Yet from your Spheres of Honour look'd below On me and me into your friendship took Who here have link'd you with me in my book And that fair Fortune that your hearts inclines Grant us a life immortal in my lines 59. To my dear Cousin Mr. Robert Milwand Whil'st you retir'd at Alsop in the Dale With Poets and Philosophers converse And o're Voluminous Law-books do prevail And those hours you from study steal desperse Into your Oeconomical Affairs You mixe much pleasure with some easie cares 60. To my noble Friend Mr. Marmaduke Wivel After so many in the English tongue Whose happy Muses Epigrams have sung I have too boldly done and writ in
and nights Between her lovers Armes in soft delights But with so cunning Carriage to enjoy This momentary false felicity As to deceive the curious world that for't She every where may have a fair report And that when she enters the Grave's descent Honour may fix upon her Monument 31. Of Mary a Chambermaid Mary a Chambermaid a brown-eyde Lass Complain'd that she all day in labour was I laugh'd at her simplicity and said Surely at Night then you 'l be brought to bed 32. Of Katherine a Kitchen-wench Katherine a Kitchen-wench merrily said That lame men were the best to please a maid I ask'd her why She wittily repli'd They that have Legs defective love to ride 33. Of the Infamie of his Mistress Tibull Lib. 4. Rumor ait crebro nostram peccare puellam Nunc ego me surdis auribus esse velim Crimina non haeâ— sunt nostro sine ficta dolore Quid miserum torques Rumor acerbe tace Of falshood Fame my Mistress doth accuse Would I were deaf and could not hear the newes This is not forged without my unease Why dost thou vex me cruel Rumour peace 34. To Apollo Ausonius Gallus Pone arcum Paean celeresque reconde sagittas Non te virgo fugit sed tua tela timet Phoebus thy Bow and Arrows hide for she Thy weapons feats but doth not fly from thee 35. To my Cousin Mr. Charles Cotton Pardon my boldness Cousin that defames Your name among my trivial Epigrams Yet I before have sometimes us'd you thus For in my Eclogues you are Tityrus 36. Of Chaucer Our good old Chaucer some despise and why Because say they he writeth barbarously Blame him not Ignorants but your selves that do Not at these years your native language know 37. Of Edmond Spencer Our Spencer was a Prodigie of wit Who hath the Fairy Queen so stately writ Yield Grecian Poets to his Nobler Style And ancient Rome submit unto our I 'le You modern wits of all the four-fold earth worth Whom Princes have made Laureates for your Give our great Spencer place who hath out-song Phoebus himself with all his Learned Throng 38. To my Noble Cousin Colonel Ralph Sneyde When the last spring I came to Keel and found Old Hospitality on English Ground I wonder'd and Great Sydney did prefer My Sneyde superiour to thy Kalander All things are neat and Jovial Plenty keepes Continual Festivals by years not weekes He good decai'd House-keeping doth revive And doth preserve our English Fame alive So liv'd our worthy Ancestours and so May you till you the oldest Man may grow Within the Land and ripe for heaven go hence Bemon'd as far as known Poets th' expence Of time and paper both may save that day The Poor your lasting'st epitaph will say 39. Of Farmo Farmo one afternoon was drunk extreamly Wherein he curs'd and swore ly'd not meanly One ask'd him whence when he had 's wits again So many vices did proceed so vain Marry quoth he as I do truly think They came not from my heart but from my drink 40. Of Ovids Banishment The secret cause of Ovids sad mischance Was seeing or being seen in dalliance They that dare act that vice should choose their time And not add scandal also to the crime 41. To Mr. Thomas Bancroft Sir in your Epigrams you did me grace T' allow me 'mong your many Friends a Place T' express my gratitude if Time will be After my death so courteous to me As to vouchsafe some few years to my name Freely enjoy with me my utmost Fame 42. To the Lady Elizabeth Darcy my Cousin German Madam the greatest Ladies of past Times Kind Influences upon Poets rhimes Have from their gracious eyes bestow'd and made Them Heaven with their Inventions to invade As the Pelignan Poet honour'd by The supreme Princess of sweet Italy Who singing her under Corinna's Name Fill'd the whole Roman Empire with her Fame Which having spread from his immortal verse Is now renown'd through all the Universe And Madam you will do your self no wrong T' encourage a good Poet in his Song And to your mercy you no Injury do If you forgive this toy I 've sent to you 43. To my worthy Friend Colonel Edward Stamford Great-soul'd Achilles was a noble Friend Hector for valour every where renown'd Thousands the bounteous Caesar did commend Antonius the best natur'd man was found What need I search for more in Rome or Greece You in you have the vertues of all these 44. To my Cousin German Mrs. Cordelia Harryes When as in Cornwall at Powlmaggon I Enjoy'd that sweet retired Companie Methought that house afforded all the bliss Poets can feign there in Elysium is My Lord and Lady blest in wedlock led Their dayes in as much quiet as in bed They spent their Nights fit couple t' entertain Hermes and Jove walk't they on earth again And their House to be made a Temple where Concor'd and peace triumphed all the year But old Philemon and his reverened wife Led a most poor though a contented Life My Lord Mohun liv'd in a plenteous wise Able to feast the wandring Deities You and your Sisters Graces seem'd to grace Your Parents firm Affection and the Place So live the blest and best and so may I While you a more transcendent Life enjoy 45. To Lydia You boast that you are beautiful and wear A several rich Gown every week i' th' year That every day new Servants you do win But yet no vertue have to glory in One of less beauty and less bravery and Servantless sooner should my heart command Beauty will fade and ruines leave behind Give me the lasting beauty of the mind Servants and clothes are the Enammel oft Of bodies too luxurious and soft Leave vaunting Lydia therefore till you can Speak one true vertue and I 'le hear you then 46. Of a Room in an Ale-house that we call the Apollo This Room with Mirth and jests we hallow Unto the Deity of Apollo And although here we do want Wine To consecrate before his Shrine To absent Friends we do prevail In plenteous Pots of mighty Ale Such as it seemes great Dis did love Who Ceres daughter from above Did steal such drink as will constrain Ceas'd Oracles to speak again And noble Spirits will infuse Into the poor'st and humblest Muse And Men in all the humours dress Of Ovids Metamorphosis An Ant by drinking this is grown To be a lusty Mirmydon The rustick Numa it will bring From Plow and make him Rome's great King Desire in coldest bosomes move Quickning Pygmalion's marble Love Against Troy's Conquerours combine And turn the victours into Swine Then welcome all that hate the Folly Of Solitary Melancholy Love mirth and jests and mean to hallow This Room unto the great Apollo 47. Of Delia. Talking with Delia I did perceive A natural Perfume in her fragrant breath And could not choose but gather many a kiss From her sweet lips Portcullisies of bliss Like a Chamelion I could
agree With tears on earth T is an Antipathie But 't is unnatural we should be glad And 't is Impiety we should be sad We must not grieve therefore nor yet rejoyce But fix us in the mean and shew us wise Be glad that we believe her soul is crown'd With endless Glory in Heavens ample Round Onely lament that we have lost our guide And wanting her are apt to wander wide We need not bid thee sleep secure that know That God himself rock'd thee asleep below Sweet Sainted Maid thou meritest the Pen Of Cherubims to shew thee unto men And dost deserve a bench of Poets grave To study and to write thine Epitaph Which in Mosaick work with diamonds bright Should be drawn out and read by it's own light A Titian or a Bonarota should Cast thee a Statue of pure Ophir Gold Had'st thou thy due the eager earth would sure Anatomize one India for Ore And precious stones a Pyramid to reare Lasting and great as the Egyptian were To thy eternal memorie and from Th e eastern-lands bring all the plenteous sum Of spices and perfumes and on the height Of that rich monument burn them day and night But 't is a thing impossibly too hard For men on earth to give thee thy reward Thy God whose power and love is infinite Thee hath and doth and ever will requite Among the Chorus of Heavens Virgins pure To sing Divinest Anthems evermore The homely verses I have writ she oft Hath smil'd upon approv'd them smooth and soft And if my pen hath power to give a fame Dear Isabella here shall live thy Name Had I the deathless Homer's brain and could Sing lofty numbers like to Maro Old A wit to match Sulmonean Ovid I Had writ a Poem not an Elegie T is known and I confess this is beneath Her Life and her expressions at her death Her resurrection plain will shew how well She led her life and bad the World Farewel 3. On the death of Henry Lord Hastings Son to the right Honourable Ferdinand Earl of Huntingdon c. KNow all to whom these few sad lines shall come This melancholy Epicedium The young Lord Hastings death occasion'd it Amidst a â—â—orm of Lamentations writ Tempests of sighes and grones and flowing eyes Whose yielding balls dissolve to Deluges And mournful Numbers that with dreadful sound Waite his bemoned body to the ground Are all and the last duties we can pay The Noble Spirit that is fled away T is gone alas t is gone though it did leave A body rich in all Nature could give Superiour in beauty to the youth That won the Spartan Queen to forfeit truth Break wedlocks strictest bonds and be his wife Environed with tumults all her Life His years were in the balmie Spring of Age Adorn'd with blossomes ripe for marriage And but mature His sweet conditions known To be so good they could be none but 's own Our English Nation was enamour'd more On his full worth then Rome was heretofore Of great Vâ—â—paâ—â—an's Jew-subduing Heire The love and the Delight of mankind here After a large survey of Histories Our Criticks curious in honour wise In paralleling generous Souls will finde This youthful Lord did bear as brave a minde His few but well spent years had master'd all The liberal Arts And his sweet tongue could fall Into the ancient Dialects dispence Sacred Judeas amplest eloquence The Laâ—ine Idiome elegantly true And Greek as rich as Athens ever knew Italy France and Spain did all confess Him perfect in their modern Languages At his Nativity what angry Star Malignant influences slung so far What Caput Algolls and what dire Aspects Occasioned so tragical effects As soon as death this fatal blow had given I fancy mighty Clarence sigh'd in Heaven And till this glorious Soul arrived there Recover'd not from his Amaze and fear Had this befal'n in ancient credulous times He had been deifi'd by Poets rimes That Age enamour'd of his Graces soon Majestick Fanes in adoration Would have rays'd to his memory and there On golden Altars year succeeding year Burnt holy incense and Sabaean Gums That Curles of vapour from those Hecatombs Sould reach his Soul in Heaven but we must pay No such Oblations in our purer way A nobler Service we him owe then that His fair example ever t'emulate With the Advantage of our double years Le ts imitate him and through all Affairs And all Encounters of our Lives intend To live like him and make as good an end To aim at brave things is an evident signe In Spirits that to honour they incline And though they do come short in the Contest T is full of glory to have done one's best You mournful Parents whom the Fates compel To bear the Loss of this great miracle This wonder of our Times amidst a sigh Surrounded with your thick'st Calamity Reflect on joy think what an happiness Though humane Nature oft conceits it less It was to have a Son of so much worth He was too good to grace the wretched earth As silver Trent through our North Countries glides Adorn'd with Swans crown'd with flowry sides And rushing into mightier Humbers Waves Augments the Regal Aestuarium's Braves So he after a life of eighteen years Well mannaged Example to our Peeres In 's early youth encountring sullen Fate Orecome became a Trophey to his State Didst thou sleep Hymen or art lately grown T' affect the Subterranean Region Enamour'd on bleard Libentina's eyes Hoarse-howling Dirges and the baleful Cries Of Inauspicious voices and above Thy Star-like torch with horrid tombs in love Thou art or surely hadst oppos'd this high Affront of death against thy Deity Nor wrong'd an excellent Virgin who had given Her heart to him who hath his Soul to Heaven Whose Beauties thou hast clouded and whose eyes Drowned in tears at these sad Exequies The fam'd Heroes of the golden Age Those Demigods whose vertues did asswage And calm the furies of the wildest mindes That were grown salvage even against their kinds Might from their Constellations have look'd down And by this young Lord seen themselves out-gon Farewel Admired Spirit that art free From this strict Prison of Mortalitie Ashby proud of the honour to enshrine The beauteous Body whence the Soul Divine Did lately part be careful of thy trust That no profane hand wrong that hallow'd Dust The Costly Marble needes no friend t'engrave Upon it any doleful Epitaph No good Man's tongue that Office will decline Whil'st years succeeding reach the end of time 4. On the death of my dear Cousin Germane Mrs. Olive Cotton who deceased at Berisford the 38th year of her Age and lyes buried at Bently by Ashbourne c. AMongst the many that shall celebrate With sighes and tears this excellent womans Fate And with the many that shall fix a verse Sacred unto her Fame upon her Herse World pardon me my boldness that intrude These few poor lines upon thy Multitude They need not read them I have
them in their full Glories yet display Yet we may please our selves by reading them Till a more noble Act this Act condemn Happy will that day be which will advance This Land from durt of precise Ignorance Distinguish moral vertue and rich wit And graceful Action from an unfit Parenthesis of Coughes and Hums and Haes Threshing of Cushions and Tautologies Then the dull zelots shall give way and fly Or be converted by bright Poesy Apollo may enlighten them or els In Scottish Grots they may conceal themselves Then shall learn'd Johnson reassume his Seat Revive the Phoenix by a second heat Create the Globe anew and people it By those that flock to surfeit on his wit Judicious Beaumont and th'ingenious soul Of Fletcher too may move without control Shakespeare most rich in humours entertain The crouded theatres with his happy vein D'avenant and Massinger and Sherly then Shall be cri'd up again for famous men And the Dramatick Muse no longer prove The peoples malice but the peoples love Black and White-Friars too shall flourish again Though here have been none since Queen Mary's reign Our theatres of lower note in those More happy days shall scorn the rustick prose Of a Jack-Pudding and will please the Rout With wit enough to bear their Credit out The Fortune will be lucky see no more Her Benches bare as they have stood before The Bull take Courage from applauses given To eccho to the Taurus in the heaven Lastly Saint James may no Aversion show That Socks and Buskins tread his Stage below May this time quickly come these days of bliss Drive Ignorance down to the dark Abyss Then with a justly attributed praise We 'l change our faded Brome to deathless Bayes To my worthy and learned Friend Mr. William Dugdale upon his Warwickshire Illustrated THey that have visited those forreign Lands Whence Phoebus first our Hemisphere coÌ„mands And they that have beheld those Climes or Seas Whence he removes to the Antipodes Have follow'd him his Circuit through and been In all those parts that day hath ever seen Although their number surely is but few Have not learn'd friend travel'd so much as you Though in your study you have sat at home Without a mind about the world to rome Witnesse this so elaborate piece how high Have you oblig'd us by your Industry We may be careless of our fames and slight The pleasing trouble any books to write The Nobles and the Gentry that have there Concerne shall live for ever in your Shire Our names shall be immortal and when at The period of inevitable fate We do arrive a poet needes not come To grace an Herse with 's Epicedium Marble and brass for tombes we now may spare And for an Epitaph forbear the Care For for us all unto our high content Your book will prove a lasting monument And such a work it is that England must Be proud of if unto your merit just A grace it will unto our Language be And Ornament to every Library No old or modern rarity we boast Henceforth shall be in danger to be lost Your worthy book comes fortunately forth For it again hath builded Killingworth Maugre the rage of war or time to come Aston shall flourish till the general doome And the Holts Progeny shall owe as much Unto your lines as him that made it such The Spires and walls of Coventry your pen Hath built more lasting then the Hands of men The prospects of our noble seats you shall Secure from any ruine may befall Our pleasant Warwick and her Castle that Surveyes the streams of Avon from her seat Your Labours more illustrious have made Then all the Reparations they e're had Victorious Guy you have reviv'd and he Is now secure of Immortality Even my beloved Pooley that hath long Groan'd underneath sinister fortunes wrong Your courteous eyes have look'd so kindly on That now it is to it's first splendor grown Shall slight times devastations and o're The banks of Anchor flourish evermore For there 's such vertue in your powerful hand That every place you name shall ever stand The skilfullest Anatomist that yet Upon an humane body e're did sit Did never so precisely show his Art As you have yours in your Corâ—avian part You in your way do them in theirs exceed You make the dead to live they spoil the dead Now Stratford upon Avon we would choose Thy gentle and ingenuous Shakespeare Muse Were he among the living yet to raise T' our Antiquaries merit some just praise And sweet-tongu'd Drayton that hath given renown Unto a poor before and obscure town Harsull were he not fal'n into his tombe Would crown this work with an Encomium Our Warwick-shire the Heart of England is As you most evidently have prov'd by this Having it with more spirit dignifi'd Then all our English Counties are beside Hearts should be thankfull therefore I obtrude This testimony of my gratitude You do deserve more then we all can doe And so most learned of my friends Adieu To my learned friend Mr. Thomas Bancroft upon his Book of Satyres AFter a many works of divers kindes Your Muse to tread th' Aruncan path designes 'T is hard to write but Satyres in these dayes And yet to write good Satyres merits praise And such are yours and such they will be found By all clear Hearts or penitent by their wound May you but understanding Readers meet And they will find your march on stedfast feet Although your honest hand seems not to stick To search this Nations Ulcers to the quick Yet your Intent with your Invective Strain Is but to lance and then to cure again When all the putrid matter is drawn forth That poisons precious Souls clouds their worth So old Petronius Arbiter appli'd Corsives unto the age he did deride So Horace Persius Juvenal among Those ancient Romans scourg'd the impious throng So Ariosto in these later times Reprov'd his Italy for many crimes So learned Barclay let his Lashes fall Heavy on some to bring a cure to all So lately Withers whom your Muse doth far Transcend did strike at things Irregular But all in one t' include So our prime wit In the too few short Satyres he hath writ Renowned Don hath so rebuk'd his times That he hath jear'd vice-lovers from their crimes Attended by your Satyres mounted on Your Muses Pegasus my friend be gone As er'st the Lictors of the Romans went With Rods and Axes for the Punishment Of Ill born with them that all vice may fly nigh That dares not stand the Cure when you draw To my most honoured Cousin Mr. Charles Cotton the younger upon his excellent Poems BEar back you Croud of Wits that have so long Been the prime Glory of the English tongue And room for our Arch-Poet make and follow His steps as you would do your great Apollo Nor is he his Inferiour for see His Picture and you 'l say that this is he So young and handsome both so tress'd
1. Third song COme Ladyes rise and let us know Now you have seen what you can do Harke how the Musick doth invite All you to Solemnize this Night Then let the Sounds that you do hear Order your feet unto your ear O rise rise altogether And let us meet Musick 's Divine and well may joyn Our motions rude unto a sweet 2. The Figures of the Magick Art We 'l equall in a better part Judicial Astrologie Cannot cast such an one as we Adde but your skill as we desire And wee 'l keep time to Phoebus Lyre O rise rise altogether And let us meet Musick 's Divine and well may joyn Our Motions rude unto a sweet Here all the Company dance what they please and while they please when they leave the Lar or one of the Masquers sings this to the spectator Ladyes as they go from them Fourth song LAdyes enough we dare not Tempt you to more then this Now may your Servants spare not To give each of you a kiss If we were they you should have them To recompence your pain O happy they that gave them And may give them again 'T is late Goodnight go sleep and may Soft slumbers crown your eyes till day This being sung the Masquers the Lar Familiaris and the Satyre go into the Arbour which closes on them An Epithalamium design'd for the Nuptials of Sir Andrew Knyvegston my Wives Brother and Mrs. Elizabeth Stanhope of Elveton my Cousin-german Their Marriage prevented by her death RIse amorous Virgins rise and dress The Bride her Groome's in readiness She wakes and fain would call you from Your Beds but blushes therefore come The early Bridesgroom swears he knowes You dream't to night of pleasing Showes Of Hymen joyning willing hands To be subjected to his bands Of Hymen joyning mutual hearts And Hymen joyning other Parts Or else you did not sleep at all For thinking what was to befall To the fair Virgin that to night Full of soft trembling and delight Must a pure Maiden go to Bed And rise without her Maidenhead But merry Lasses hast It may Be your own turn another day Attire her quickly and while you Are busied so laugh at her too And any of you would laugh to be So happy and so nigh as she Let her be drest as Juno when She tempted Jove scorn'd mortal men As the bright Cyprian Queen when she Did first enthral War's Deitie As the delicious Memphian Dame When she great Anthony o'recame Not by her Souldiers masteries But beams of her al-powerful eyes Now she is ready stay a while And let us see her blush and smile May all the Genial powers Divine Most gentle sweet One now combine And shower and power upon you two All that you can desire they do But lead her out Now go together To be of two made one or either You go divided and alone But must return both of you One He must be hers not his and she Must not be hers but his must be Now they do walk triumphant o're Those fears that troubled them before And all their friends attendants by All joyful for this day of joy She studies not as she doth go How she again may answer No But unto every thing say I As all the Maides would that are by He happy man soon to be blest Unto the Temple maketh hast And every minute hates that stands Not 'twixt their hearts but 'twixt their hands Behold they are arrived where They will be placed in one Sphere To run through a most glorious Life Of Love most blessed Man and Wife Th' Amazed Priest when he espies The radiant beauties of her eyes Cannot believ 't the Bride to be But an Immortal Deitie Descended from Olympus Top Where they all drink in Hebe's Cup Or Cytheraea Queen of love Or the chast daughter of high Jove The new Solemnities to grace Or on the youthful Pair to gaze But when he 's satisfi'd 't is she He looks no more for fear that he His heart should deep enthral in love Past any hope of a remove When both are willing and past woing No Marriage can be long a doing The Parson asks and they Consent Both eager of their own Content Though now and then he smiles and she Doth blush to think what soon must be Now all is done that's to be done Within the Church and they are One The Bride-men wish all joy betide Unto the glad and bashful Bride And the Bride-maides do bid the like To him which he expects at night At their Return with all the prayers Of all their Friends for happy years A Sumptuous Dinner doth invite All to 't with different Appetite Most sit to feed their covetous eyes With the Brides matchless delicacies No other Object can remove Their looks and many rose in love Some old cold few and their neer kin Eat well and many healths begin To both their future days of joy And the soon getting of a Boy Such healths do often make her spred Her beauteous face with sudden red For Virgins often blush to hear Those things they long for and love dear All Dinner-while a fine-voic'st Boy Sings many a Song and many a Toy Of Love and of lost Maiden-heads And all the joyes of Marriage-Beds The Bridegroom happiest man of all May safely take survey and fall Into no danger of the sweet Delicious Bride and she doth meet His every look and every smile And blushes for 't all dinner-while She is asham'd to look therefore And loves so she cannot give o're On fire and fire again they set Their hearts but careless are of it They know the night will come and then Th' are sure to cool themselves agen Dinner being done the afternoon Is tedious in regard of soon Yet with variety worn away Of sports belonging to that day They dance and the fair Bride doth move In conjuring circles of sweet Love She treads so evenly as she meant To make the ground an Instrument And sends up sounds so soft and rare Angels might dance unto that Aire The Bridegroom 's blest by every tongue Of all the merry various thronge To be an Owner of that One Whose equal they have never known And she is counted happy too To be belov'd by him so true To her and worthy unto all Both blest in equal Nuptial He now dares boldly kiss and oft Doth give her hard ones she him soft She is his own and no delight He wants but what will come at night Though she 's asham'd when he doth kiss She 's not content when he doth miss And thus the Afternoon being spent Time draws them nearer their content They go to Supper not to eat But both to be reveng'd on meat Because till that be done they know To bed they must not cannot go Supper being finish't and indeed Too much time knowing what 's to succeed The fearfull Virgin 's lead away Trembling at what she would assay And her undresses tell next morn What she must rise yet
wish her turn And lay her in a bed so sweet Jove would come down to 't did he see 't Where lies a jewel of richer use Then either India can produce The first assault she wisheth done And he that it was but begun What between smiles and fears she lies In the tru'st posture to entice And scarce dares see who looks upon her Thinking her honour her dishonour Her Bed doth seem the bower of bliss Where every sweet and pleasure is Her eyes two Lights divine to smile On all and comfort them the while Her delicate hair that 's onely found Upon her Cheeks a net on ground Of purest Marble set to take Not onely Mars but all that make On high Olympus top abode Even every stern and gentler God Her Lips the twins of Loveliness Like roses on a bank that bless The eyes of all the lookers on From whence a Zephyrus doth come So sweet and calm as it would soon Turn every thing into perfume The pleasant Garden of Delight Her cheeks mantled with red and white Seem like the early morning e're The Sun comes in our Hemisphere The Stately Column of her Neck Is onely worthy to protect Beauties rich Palace her fair head As smooth as Ivory polished She was in bed and we no more Could see of all her wondrous store Now comes the Bridegroom now so blest His onely miserie 's not undrest He helps and they do help him streight Few Men do linger on this night Who soon stands in his Shirt whil'st she Doth hide her Face asham'd to see But by her side he 's quickly laid And kisses the fair bashful Maid When they hop'd all would leave the Room The Bridal Posset in doth come A Ceremony he exclaimes Unfit for Hymens youthful flames And all the company prayes If we Must eat it let it our breakfast be And many thought the Virgin kind Was also of her Bridegroom's mind The Company laugh'd and said 'T was just For him to do as others must There is no help he doth obey And eats to get them soon away The Posset being done they wish Goodnight and leave them to their bliss Now he and she are equally Blest and possest both of their joy And Innocent Love his Part doth play And recompences long delay Love's is no Coward Fight although A Friend meets Friend and Foe not Foe It is a battel sweet not cruel And yet an even and naked duel No timorous giving back yet strife Perpetual 'twixt man and wife As Nilus in one channel bound Runs long through Egypts fertile Ground And yet at last into seven Currents Divides his swift and plenteous Torrents And separated so runs on Till it mix with the Ocean So happy Pair I wish may prove Your fruitful and auspicious Love May you pass through a fortunate And glorious Life and know no fate Sinister whiles you live and from Your Loves an hopeful Off-spring come That may grow great and equal good As you are now and as their blood To honours highest Zenith climbe And fix there till the end of time As this I wish full of delight To you all nights and so goodnight EPIGRAMS The first Book 1. To the Right Honourable Philip Earl of Chesterfield Baron of Shelford c. My Uncle MY Lord you are my Patron and I 'le tell The reason why then judge if I do well None of these Epigrams are worth a rush And naughty Wine doth need a gallant bush 2. To the Reader Though Generous Reader now and then I write Verses that justly may appear too light Yet on my word and you may credit me In jest I make them for varietie And do protest to all censorious men They flow not from my heart but from my Pen. 3. To Chloris What a beginning is you fain would know And it therefore unto you thus I show You are exceeding naught be good and so Of a beginning you example show 4. To Mr. William Turner School-fellows when we Friend together were The verses that I writ you lov'd to hear Soon as I can I will requite the same In the mean while receive this Epigram But this is nothing you reply In troth And your applauses then were little worth 5. To my Cousin germane Mrs. Olive Cotton Suspicion Grief Disdain Fame Beauty Truth Wrongeth consumes begets keeps wounds indueth Friendship life hatred deeds the mind the best You want the first three and enjoy the rest Suspicion hate shun grief abhor disdain Love fame keep beauty and in truth remain 6. To my worthy Friend Mr. Harbert Aston When we at Chenie School together were I knew you often to abuse a Boy Whom when he did to you for pity cry You beat the more but good Sir Do you hear Is not this true when he to you did mone Did he not then lament unto Astâ—n 7. Of my self when I was motion'd to a Judges Daughter I hate to lacquey humours and detest Some things as vile though others think them best I must not lose my freedom for a face I cannot dote on nor refrain that place Nor company I like think Poets poor Of Captains too prejudicately endure No sight of Wine judge Playes unlawful be A fraudulent shadow men can onely see Hypocrisie I do abhor and woo'd My Life should be chearful as well as good I know I have spies on me but I slight Their vigilancie and dare take my delight I may obtain another Mistress know No such constraints for her nor undergo Censure for things I should do I prefer My liberty and friends much above her Not that I do dislike that beauty so I should erre foully from a truth I know 8. Of my staying Supper with my Cousin Mrs. Olive Cotton If that the Seas were gentle there would be No violent Tides waters would run as free When they mix with the Ocean as at first When out of their original rocks they burst If that the winds were quiet and would stay Enclos'd in rocks under their Sovereigns sway The frighted Lilly would as firmly grow As the great'st-bodied Beach and never bow If that wise Fate had not appointed what Our lives should aim to either this or that Rebellious man would make his will his rule To live by and his Soul his body's fool I meant not to have stai'd but must relate Ladies do what they please like Seas Winds Fate 9. An Epitaph on my younger Brother Mr. Thomas Cokaine who died at Bath about the 18th year of his age and lyes there Buried Passenger stay and though thou art Of Flint weep e're thou dost depart For underneath this stone lies he Who was Heavens Epitome Mourn if thy Friend that he did take His flight so soon and thee forsake Or if a stranger to his worth That he unknown to thee went forth What old men are so long about He learn't to do e're he went out The Art of dying well And so May all by him Now thou mai'st go 10. To Mr. John Honyman On
vain To get repute by following that strain When I bethink me that great Johnson he Who all the ancient wit of Italy And learned Greece by his industrious Pen Transplanted hath for his own Countreymen And made our English tongue so swell that now We scarce an equal unto it allow Writ Epigrams I tremble and instead Of praise beseech a pardon when I 'm read 61. To my honoured kinsman Mr. Henry Kendal the younger Your Grand-Mother was hospitable did Invite me often to her house and bid Me hearty welcome And I hope to prove The like effects hereafter of your love Poets of old were Prophets held and I For once will venture on a Prophesy You shall at Smithsby flourish gain the Hearts Of all your Countrey by your worthy Parts 62. To Maides Soft Virgins you whose tender hearts are prone To yield unto your own destruction Resist all vicious flames and you will find The Glories of an undefiled mind Preserve your bodies as a Magazin That doth contain the richest Treasure in For Diamonds Pearls and Stones of highest price Heaven lov'd virginity mainly out-vies Patavine Chastity enjoying more Content then Acts of a Suburran Whore 'T is mean to yield submission unto Sense When virtue hopes so great a Recompence 63. To the truly Noble Sir Arthur Gorges Those worthy Romans that scorn'd humble things Created and obliged after-Kings Amidst their thoughts of highest honour ne're Conceiv'd Imaginations 'bove your sphere The Babylonian Euphrates may For ever run and Tybris never stay The plenteous Rhine continually speed on And Danubie each to it's Ocean And not out-go your fair and high repute Which doth amaze the world and strikes me mute 94. To Sir Andrew Knyveton my wives brother Wonder not why among so many of My Epigrams I do not oftner scoff And taunt of men observing when they halt And tax them smartly after for their fault I know that Epigrams should either be Satyres reduc'd to an Epitome Or els in choicest Language should invite Being what you please the Readers with delight Troth I in scoffes but little do prevail Which is the cause that I no oftner rail And have for Eloquence but what you see And therefore all my friends must pardon me 65. To my Cousins Germans Mr. Cromwell Mr. Byron Mr. Ratcliff and M. Alexander Stanhope The worlds four Parts and all the various Seas And Rivers that embrace them thousand wayes Perfect the Globe terrestrial set it fix't Equal the circumvolving Heaven betwixt So you four joyning in a Sympathie Of an unmach'd fraternal Amitie Sought to for noble Soules by all that can Under and Honour or a Generous man Are courted on all sides and truly do Love them reciprocally that love you So that your friends and you do justly stand The Centre of fair Friendship in the Land 66. To my Cousin Mr. Charles Cotton the younger In how few years have you rais'd up an high Column of Learning by your Industry More glorious then those Pyramids that Old Canopus view'd or Cair doth yet behold Your noble Father that for able Parts Hath won an high Opinion in all hearts May like the elder Scaliger look down With admiration on his worthy Son Proceed fair plant of Ex'lencies and grow So high to shadow all that are below 67. To my honest Kinsman Sir John Reppington I pray you Sir impale your Woods that we In them the hunting of the Buck may see By which good deed you will be sure to please grounds The Naiades and Hamadryades Honouring the woods and brooks that grace those And raise a stately Eccho by your Houndes T' invite Diana to your Groves that she A partner in your rural sports may be Or peirce the beauteous Goddess Venus ear And bring her down from her celestial sphere To be spectatress of your game brought thence To guard some young Adonis from Offence By making you a park all this is done A pleasant Grace unto your Amington 68. To my Brother in Law Colonel Will. Nevil The old luxurious Romans vaunts did make Of gustful Oysters took in Lucrine Lake Your Essex better hath and such perchance As tempted Caesar first to pass from France How did those ancient Worthies captive all The humbled world unto their Capitol Yet from it's highest Towers could not survey So rich a Countrey as from Holt you may The noble Brutus vertuous Portia Luckless Antonius chast Octavia Soul-fix'd Paulina to her murther'd Lord The learned Seneca such worthes afford As have astonish'd Ages yet your best Of wives may justly with them all contest You then enjoying a full Fortune and The delicacies may eat of Sea and land Your dayes spend at a house of so fair site And with a so deserving wife each night Consider since that you possess all this If y' are not happy who the Devil is 69. An Epitaph on a Penitent Bawde Here lies a good woman to speak but the truth Who liv'd by her Tail all the days of her youth And when she was old and none could endure her Stuck still to the Flesh and became a Procurer Yet was at her death so full of Remorses That she cri'd a peccavi for all her lewd courses 70. An Epitaph on an old Bawde Here lies an old Bawde whom the grave should have gotten Fourty years since for then she was rotten Now here she doth lie for all People to piss on For fear of Doomes-day in a stinking Condition But enough of this business for well we may think The more we stir in it the more it will stink 71. To my Cousin Mr. William Milward Whil'st you at Chilcote live and I at Pooley Let 's every Week meet one another duly Talk of our long Acquaintance and the strange Things that have hapned since this mighty change And drink a Glass of honest Countrey-Ale To all our absent Friends at every Tale. 72. Don Quixot Quarta parte Cap. 33. Es de vidrio la Muger Pero no se ha de provar Si se puede O no quebrar Porque to do podria ser Y es mas facil el quebrar se Y no es cordura ponerse A peligro de romperse Lo que no puede soldar se Yen esto opinion esten Tados yen r'azon la fundo Que si ay Danaes en el mundo Ay pluvias de Oro tambien Englished Of Women A Woman is of Glass or weaker And should not be put to the proof Or if she be not as to break her Which is a thing facile enough Glass is crack'd with an easie stroke And it no wisdom is to put That within danger to be broke Which never can be solder'd up All men of an Opinion are And it upon this reason ground That if there any Danaes were Gold Showers also would be found 73. Of a Servant-Maid A servant maid in Winter washing clothes Upon the banks where pleasant Arnus flowes A passenger espi'd her and did say I wish sweet heart you had a warmer day She look'd upon him
traduce an Innocence Those Crimes that are by some on others thrown Guiltlesly they do make those faults their own And the just Judge their punishment will give Due to the sins that they have slander'd with Besides his Soul he within vengeance bounds That with a truth a reputation wounds Your Friend and mine so much abus'd doth fall Under the First and not the last at all To talk of things commonly known and true No mulct from Heaven will unto us accrue But sure he of a blest Condition is That hates of any one to speak amiss That hath a merciful and candid thought And thinks all good rather then any naught Heaven by a spotless life is won and by The patient bearing of an Infamy 84. To my honest Cousins Mr. Robert Milward and Mr. Roger King You best of Friends and my best Friends that me Have many years grace'd with your Amity My lines you honour with your worthy Names A lasting Glory to my Epigrams As Princes Stamps upon base metals do Make them prove currant and of value too 85. To Sir Francis Boteler my brother in law from Ashbourn How Christmas steals upon us as in fear To be oppos'd by the bold Presbyter And how you part from us against this Time As if you thought to meet it here a Crime But oh inevitable business when Old Christmas we meant to have trick'd agen In 's long neglected usual Ornaments You have prevented it by going hence So your Departure we accuse to be Guilty by chance of an Impietie Tom Hurt Will Taylour and my self shall mourn Till you recover our joy by your return 86. To the right Honourable Henry Lord Hastings Baron of Loughborough My Lord when in my youth I for some while Did leave the pleasures of our native Isle And travel'd France and Italy I spent Methought my Time in a most high content And was so far from longing to return That I when I was sent for home did mourn And doubtless you are pleas'd who now enjoy A Calme after a storme of jeopardy Homer his Iliads might have writ of you And as our fear prompts his Odysses too But we will hope the best and that you may As er'st Ulysses to his Ithaca Return to England all those tumults past And finde it crown'd with happy dayes at last Be reconcil'd to every own and know Among so many Friends no single foe 87. To my Noble Cousin Mr. Henry Hastings of Branston Sir since our first acquaintance ever through Our Friendship with the Noble Loughborough What tumults have we seen and dangers past Such as in graves have many thousands cast And yet we live thanks to the Powers Divine And love I thank your Friendship gracing mine I needes must say such troubles disagree Both with my Genius as well as me Though Poets often sing of Wars and with A mighty verse an Eccho seem to give To the shrill Trumpet or the loudest Gun That thunder rores and spreads destruction Yet in a sweet retreat from care and noise They draw those lines that make those Sympathies And though I am no Poet I confess I am enamour'd much of Quietness 88. To the right honourable Charles Lord Cokaine Viscount Cullen My Lord you have an honest Heart and known To be of a most sweet Condition A Grace unto our Family and Name And every where of a most candid Fame This is a truth but lest you should suppose If I proceed I flatter'd here I close 89. An Epitaph on my worthy Cousin German Colonel Michael Stanhope slain at Willoughbie-Fight and lyes buried in the Church there Here Michael Stanhope lies who fought and dy'd When prosp'rous fortune left the Regal side He of a dauntless minde by all was known And of a Noble disposition Yet his conditions and his valiant Heart Could not prevail with Death to stay his Dart For here he lies and doth by 's Fall express Great Courages do often want Success 90. An Epitaph on my dear Cousin German Mrs. Olive Cotton Passenger stay and notice take of her Whom this Sepulchral marble doth inter For Sir Stanhope's Daughter and his Heir By his first wife a Berisfor'd lies here Her Husband of a Noble house was one Every where for his worthes belov'd and known One onely Son she left whom we presage A grace t' his family and to our age She was too good to live and young to die Yet stay'd not to dispute with destinie But soon as she receiv'd the summons given Sent her fair Soul to wait on God in Heaven Here what was mortal of her turns to dust To rise a Glorious Body with the just Now thou may'st go But take along with thee To guide thy Life and Death her Memory 91. To my Cousin German Mr. John Stanhope of Elveston When in an Epigram I did salute Your other brothers and of you was mute The reason was because I did not know Whether that then you were alive or no. Your safety I congratulate and wish You a long Life of as long happiness This Tribute of my Love to you I give Under the Honour of your Name to live 92. Of Caesar and Cleopatra Great Caesars vaunt is known to all who said That he did come look't on and conquered But when to Egypt he did come from Rome And saw the Queen he then was overcome But to prove rather he was not beguil'd Her he o'recame for he got her with childe 93. An Epitaph on my most honour'd Kinsman Colonel Ralph Sneyd who dy'd in the Isle of Man about the 40th year of his Age. Here lyes a body that gave Lodging to A Soul as noble as the world did know It was well-organ'd handsome manly and Of equal structure to the best o' th Land Yet was unworthy of the Soul was given And therefore dy'd cause that fled back to Heaven Here Colonel Ralph Sneyd doth lie In brief The joy of mankind living now the grief 94. Of Slander To speak too well of thousands safer is Then of one single Person once amiss Happy is he therefore whose wary tongue Wisely refrains to do another wrong 95. To Elveston a Town in Darbyshire Dear Elveston that art a grace Unto the Shire where I was born And Elveston that art the Place Where first I did salute the Morn The noble Stanhopes are thy praise Whom thou afford'st a birth and Urne And may they flourish there always Till th' world to Chaos doth return 96. Of Venice Translated out of Sannazarius Viderat Adriacis Venctam Neptunus in undis Stare urbem toti ponere jura mari Nunc mihi Tarpejas quantum vis Jupiter arces Obâ—ice illa tui maenia Martis ait Si pelago Tibrim praefers urbem aspice utramque Illam homines dices hanc posuisse Deos. Englished In Adriatick Waters Neptune saw Venice that layes on the whole Sea a Law Object Tarpejan Towers Jove whil'st thou wilt He said and walls by thy Mars Off-spring built Prefer'st thou Tyber view
So strange a thing an honest Hostess is It is believ'd that there no black Swans are But you are and are honest so more rare 86. An Epitaph on my most honoured kinsman Ferdinando Earl of Huntington who deceased at his house in Donnington Park about the 48 year of his age and lyes buried at Ashby de la Zouch Here Ferdinando Earl of Huntington Doth lye inter'd under this Marble-stone VVhich will weep drops of dew if we refrain To shed our tears yet weeping is in vain Nor sighes nor tears will call him from his urn Our griefs then let 's to imitation turn Let 's emulate his worthy Parts for such His Qualities were and we shall merit much For each man may report that passeth by Courtesie and good Nature here doth lie 87. To Henry Right of the Cock in Poulesworth Harry what ere thou dost by day or night Though it be never so amiss th' art Right Though some for doing wrong taxe thee in spight Contemn their malice for th' art known t' be Right Let thy Guests sober go to bed not fight And all thy reckonings be as thou art Right And lead an upright life that thou mayst light On Heaven at last and there thou t' be most Right 88. Of high-spirited women Neither do husbands heed nor Heaven above For the most part high-spirited women love Are they in errour through their ignorance And self-opinion they prove seldom Saints And husbands who are tide unto such wives Usually live with them unquiet lives To wed meek women men are most inclin'd And Heaven it self affects the humble mind 89 In thalamis Regina tuis hac nocte jacerem Si verum hoc esset Pauper ubique jacet Englished Queen in your chamber I should lye to night If a poor man lyes every where were right To Sir Robert Hilliard Who made this Distich it is fit I tell Which I have English'd but indifferent well I think Tom Randolph Pardon what 's amiss In my translation for my gift of his Whom you and I so well did love and know When Cambridge for his wit extol'd him so 90 To my honoured Cousin Mr. Basill Fitzherbert of Norbury and his Lady Basill Fitzherbert did Iane Cotton wed And she hath blest him with a Sonne and Heire A Couple fortunate i' th Genial bed And in all other things an happy pair This is my judgement of your worths and you By all your actions confirme it true 91. To my noble Cousin Mr. Charls Cotton the younger D' Avila Bentivoglio Guicciardine And Machiavil the subtile Florentine In their Originals I have read through Thanks to your Library and unto you The prime Historians of late times at least In the Italian Tongue allow'd the best When you have more such books I pray vouchsafe Me their perusal I l'e return them safe Yet for the courtesie the recompense That I can make you will be onely thanks But you are noble-soul'd and had much rather Bestow a benefit then receive a favour 92. To the same Your Basford house you have adorned much And Bently hopes it shortly shall be such Think on 't and set but Bentley in repair To both those Basfords you will show y' are Heir 93. To my honoured friend Mr. Samuel Roper Make Darbyshire by your most able Pen Allow you her obliging'st Countrey-man From dust and dark oblivion raise her Glories And from old Records publish all her stories So you with Mr. Dugdale shall remain Your Countreys honour other Countreys stain 94. To Mrs Mary Cokain my eldest daughter Because I fear my fate is not so good To give you such a portion as I wou'd Your Education I intend shall prove Some satisfaction to you of my love Musick and Dancing I would have you taught And all the skil that is by needles wrought All sorts ofhouswifery that should be done From your own chamber to the meanest Room And to give full perfection to walk even Whilst here you live in the right road to Heaven 95. To the right honourable the Lord Winfield Cromwell Earle of Arglass my noble kinsman My Lord a share y 'ave given me in a Grove But how shall I requite so great a Love If ever I in any of my land Should Gold or silver find you shall command I hope to get much money by your Lead If store of ore God Plutus there hath hid But should I gain no riches from your ground Yet I may boast that there your love I found 96. To my worthy friend Mr. Henry Turville Most of these are too long and naught t is true I wish them faultless both for me and you For I your candour would provoke not blame And to my self acquire some little Fame 97. Of Cupid and Marriage Cupid is careless and doth shoot at random Strikes a young man and oftentimes a Grandam Yet neither he Physician is or Surgeon To cure the wounds his senseless Darts do urge on Either by any med'cines or Incision The nuptial bed is Surgeon and Physician 97. To Parson Nameless When you do preach of Mountain Ararat And how Noahs floating Ark first staid thereat Though your loud voice doth fill the sacred house Your Sermon bigge with mountains drops a Mouse 99. To my honoured Cousin Mr. Charls Cotton Iunior Donne Suckling Randolph Drayton Massinger Habbington Sandy's May my Acquaintance were Iohnson Chapman and Holland I have seen And with them too should have acquainted been What needs this Catalogue Th' are dead and gone And to me you are all of them in one 100. To Mr. John Adams my Cousin When we at Pembletous in Roster meet Time that before went slow flyes very fleet The reason is an easie thing to think A knot of Jovial Blades and mighty Drink 101. Of a Roome in cal'd the Minerva Approch not you dull souls that durt and muck Do grovell in follow your sordid luck Athens no Fame had for mechanick Arts But by those generous spirits of nobler Parts They that are Wits and love the Wits may come Converse and tipple in this jovial Room Pallas admits none else For know the Owle Her sacred Bird will at their entrance howl Herein the Grécian Sages do converse And here the Poets their high lines reherse Here Tully and Demosthenes doe plead And Plato here and Aristotle's read For this the Epitome of Athens is And teaches all the Liberal sciences Such is the companies discourse Then hence All earthen-minded Brats of ignorance And welcome the ingenious to this spring That makes the Orator write and Poet sing To the Philosopher new truths discovers And courage gives to the faint-hearted Lovers To those lets drink Conversion from their Crime That over Ale and Beere can spend their time That on their Errours they may may turn their back And in Minerva's Fane here tipple Sack For Ale and Beer breed Flegm engender Pains But rich Canarie elevates the Brains 102. To my honoured Friend Mr. Cassevilan Burton Where will you do your self so great a
stuck With lesser lights we do esteem 't good luck For the great favour may each several scene Affect you more then Hebe's Nectar Heaven We can but wish't for if y' are come to day In expectation of a faultless play Writ by learn'd Johnson or some able pen Fam'd and approv'd of by the world you then We disappoint our Poet had never yet Hisses condemn or hands commend his wit Troth Gentlemen we know that now a daies Some come to take up wenches at our plaies It is not our designe to please their sence We wish they may go discontented hence And many Gallants hither come we think To sleep and to digest their too much drink We may please them for we will not molest With drums or trumpets any of their rest If perfum'd wantons do for eighteen pence Expect an Angel and alone go hence We shall be glad withall our hearts for we Had rather have their room then company For many an honest gentleman is gone Away for want of place as look ye you We guess some of you Ladies hither come To meet your servants wh ' are at dice at home You 'l be deceiv'd and therefore will dispraise And say this is the worst of all the plaies You ever saw but keep your censures pray Until you meet them here another day Our Poet is not confident nor doth Distrust his work but labours 'twixt them both He hopes it will be lik'd and well if not 'T can be but hiss'd at worst and soon forgot Actus primi Scena prima Enter Carionil and Falorus Fal. SHe has out-gone my belief by 't I did not think that project would have fail'd I cannot speak her Car. The Alpian snow is not more cold Fal. Her disposition is most strange Car. 'T were easier far To spurn the soultry Cyclops Anvil down And kick it thus into Atomes in the air Then to obtain her love It were my dear Falorus Fal. O think not so Carionil Car. Have I not cause Fal. At last after a constant and a brave pursuit She may be won Car. Could I but hope so much Did all the stars malignant influences Threaten fate opposite to my happiness I would not deem them worthy my observance But persevere till I obtain'd or fell Fal. Conjecture still the best Car. T is easier to advise then to perform Had you Falorus been so oft dismist Comfortless scornfully sent away By her own lips O heavens you could not think it Fal. I could and would Car. With hope friend Fal. Yes with an assurance Car. Upon what ground would you build it Fal. Upon a womans frequent dissimulation Can you believe when envious clouds deprive Your eyes from the suns beams that it shines not In these times young Ladies for a while Do mantle their affections in dislike Let not an ignorance of Virgins wiles Disturb your noble breast with weak despaire Carionil assume a confidence Were you inferiour unto her in blood Or any whit deform'd after her nayes You might suspect the period but seeing 'T is known as noble blood runs through your veins And that nature compos'd you in a mould As excellent as she was form'd in and With substance of as beauteous a gloss You need not let doubts puzzle you Enter above Lucora and Nentis Car. Stay and admire with me exalt your eyes to happiness Fal. Your Mistress and her Woman my Carionil Car. Lucora She 's a transcendent of Epithets Fal. I see a Lute let us escape their sight And it is likely we shall hear her sing Lucora Now give it me Is it in tune Nen. Yes Madam Car. Forbear awhile to play upon the spheres Ye servants to the Deities the Gods Will blame you if your musick keep the ayr Of her all-ravishing harmony from their eares A song 1. Sweet Diana vertuous Queen By heavens edict Guide of night That dost affect the medows green And dost in fresh-leav'd woods delight Like to thy Nymphs suffer me To consecrate my self to thee 2. Thou that for lust diddest transform Rash Actaeon to a Hart Either most strongly Maidens charm That men may never them divert From purity or else make Them other Harts for virgins sake Car. How a votress to Diana The heavens forbid that injury to earth Had the deceitful Syrens such a voice And bodies of so rare a form I would Nere come on shipboard for fear of being drawn To drown my self by swimming after them Nen. I do not like her Madam Luco Who ever yet spoke ill of Daphne fie Banish such impious censures from you Nen. Troth Madam I should have been glad to a been my Lady Apollo Luco O rellish more of purity Nentis Alas 't is a fraile comfort can come with a husband Nen. I think otherwise indeed Madam Luco Be all such thoughts remote from my breast My resolution shall be never to marry Exeunt Car. Now you have heard her thoughts Falorus Fal. That she disguises not her love you mean Car. True and I am most miserable Fal. My happy friend you will be T is an ignorant common custome among young ones to do so Car. But she 's a fixed star and cannot move Fal. Fixed in your heart t is likely But otherwise I doubt nor do you Car. Y 'ave sâ—ird a feeble belief within me Friend That the excellent Lucora may be won And I will nourish it unto some height Fal. A necessary that none must want which do Desire fruition of those whom they wooe Enter Jaques Car. O honest Iaques Iaq. My Lady presents her service to your Lordship Car. She is in health I hope Iaq. Very well And I am glad to see your Honour so though I say it Car. She is not towards another husband yet Iaq. No certainly Car. Methinks her fortunes should give her a various choice You are elsewhere employed I perceive remember my best respects unto your Lady Exit Iaques Y 'ave heard of my cousin Vandona Falorus Fal. But very little Car. She 's the most phantastick piece of womankind I ere chang'd breath with but a young one wealthy and truly not unhandsome Fal. Lorece does intend to make love unto her Car. Your brother my Falorus Fal. Yes so he told me Car. May he obtain her if you wish it Fal. Her estate would make the match a good one Enter Cleanthe Is this the boy you so commended to me Car. 'T is he and think him you worthy the praise I gave him Clean. He 'l come and wait upon you at night my Lord. Car. 'T is well Anclethe Fal. You spoke him not unto his merits Car. You are beholding to my friend Ancleth Enter a Page Fal. Your Lord 's in health Page And desires to speak with your Lordship Fal. Where may I find him Pag. He 'l be at his lodgings these two houres Fal. I 'le wait upon him presently Exit Page I am his servant Carionil I must take my leave Car. The Gods go with you He may be my father in
a fair pair of heels and be gone Lor. Well then spend this for me Phy. Y' are Sir the best part of a moralist you are most liberal Lor. Come Iaques Iaq. I follow you Sir farewell goodman Draculemyon Phy. The Gods bless me there 's a name Exeunt Proceed Phyginois and be fortunate This project will furnish me with mony to cloth me Both fashionably and rich enough and then I dare assail my Nentis with some confidence Politick Lovers seldom miss Smile heaven upon my plot that there may be A crowned Period to my policy Exit Scena Secunda Enter Polidacre and Falorus Pol. HOw do you like Lucora Fal. She 's a Lady above my thoughts much more my tongue Pol. Could not you wish her yours I have a desire to make her so Fal. Ambrosia Hebe's Cates are for the Gods Princes she doth deserve to wooe her love Pol. You undervalue her my Lord The best is not too good for him that gets her Your breeding has been worthy your descent I 've known you from your Infancy and am Desirous to make you mine Fal. He enforceth me to an acceptance I must temporize with him Most worthy Polidacre I cannot attain to a greater happiness on earth then to bear the name of your Son in law Pol. I thank thee my Falorus I le go presently get my daughters consent As you shall not want beauty with her so you shall not money I le take my leave Fal. I am your most humble servant my Lord. Exit Pol. VVhat envious Star when I was born divin'd This adverse Fate who having such a beauty Profer'd him would refuse it The pin'd man VVhom Poets phantasies have plac'd in Hell VVith fruit before him had not such a cross The true regard I bear unto my friend The brave Carionil must not be slighted The sacred truth of friendship ever shoo'd By force enfeeble all rebellious blood Enter Carionil VVell met my dear Carionil Car. I am happy in your company y' are my hearts best treasury Falorus Enter Lucora and Nentis But give me leave my friend Fal. O! I see the cause your Mistris Car. Retire ye Clouds and weep out showers of woe Because ye may no longer stand and gaze On her for whom the heavens their circuits go That they may see and wonder at her face Dear Falorus withdraw your self awhile Fal. The Gods assist your suit Car. Thanks worthy friend He withdraws Hail natures most perfect work and the continual Idea of my admiring Soul for whom if it be your will I must dye and by whom if it is your pleasure I shall live live in an unspeakable felicity by enjoying you who shall dye happily for wanting you and I cannot live in such a penury Nen. VVoo'd I had such a servant I should not serve him scurvily Car. Honour your poor adorer Lady with a gracious look of your beloved eyes and my misery for you both with commiseration and remedy Luco My Lord if you presume upon a womans Feign'd carriage to her wooers leave it now For if you 'l give me leave I 'le call to witness Every particular Deity we adore That I will never have a husband and For your saying you must dye for me I hold it A common Complement of idle Lovers And wish you so much happiness that you May live well without me Cario O be not so unmerciful Let not that tongue erre into virulent words VVhich could have cal'd Euridice from Hell Had your most excellent mother fairest Lady Inexorable been you had not been Nor Crimson Roses ever spread upon Your lovely cheeks nor had the world discover'd Two Planets more hath nature liberally Heaped the rarest perfections she could give Mortality upon you to no end No surely not can I believe that she Ment to enclose a mind infractible Within a body so powerful to subdue As you even your dear self was daughter to A beauteous mother so you also should Indebt the world unto you by your issue Be not so cruel therefore dear Lucora Let not your tongue degenerate from your form Luco Sir you have heard me speak what I intend Car. Be not a Tygres Lady Luc. Any thing but a wife Sir I must leave you and leave you this humour The Court hath many Ladies take your choice Nentis Nen. Mad am Luc. Come my Lord take my counsel Nen. I could use him kindlyer Car. What say you Lady Nen. Nothing my Lord. Exeunt Luco Nent Car. Doth a fair face presage a cruel heart I' st not a meer full contrary in Nature That the softest body should be hard'st to win Nature is grown decrepit and all things Sublunary erre against her rule of order Stir not then thou glorious Fabrick of the heavens And periodize the Musick of the spheres Thou ever yet fast fixed Globe of earth Whirl round in a perpetual Motion Ye Stars and Moon that beautifie the night Change rule with clear Hyperion and so cast Succeeding time into another mould Then with thy powerful beams Apollo draw The Ocean into clouds and drown the world So there a new creation may befall And this life be a life celestial Enter Falorus O all my happiness on earth my true Falorus Lucoraes beauty triumphs in my breast And shortly will destroy me There 's no beast That haunts the vastest Affrican wilderness Of such a merciless constitution She 'l never marry man Fal. She will Carionil Her father would have her and she has not so much evil to contradict his will where then can she make such a choice as you that in a duel your Grandfather did kill hers y'v e heard her oft protest she valued not Car. Does he desire it or does your love flatter me into a little possibility of obtaining her Alas if she could like me her father would very difficultly consent He loves not my family Fal. Polidacre could not hinder you were she willing But friend her father means to marry her His own lips offer'd her to me Car. O ye just heavenly powers then I am lost Sunk into misery beneath a spark Of this lives happiness Falorus you shall not have her Fal. I would not wrong my noble friend so much Car. A puff of wind and gone For her who would not Do all mankind an injury and out-act In horrid deeds all those that ere profess'd Licentious Atheisme unsheath your sword I will not take that life basely away Which next unto Lucoraes I esteem Yet stay Fal. He 's frantick withdraw this frensie O ye Gods Car. You are my friend Fal. I have been so accounted by you Car. Let me consult it out shall one word Na which is less one sillable friend extract Out of me all the interest that I Have to Lucora by affecting her But this is a safe medium a true friend Exceeds all words and syllables at height A man may nay he should poize equally His love and part unto his friend the justice of it Which is the full half
thousand pounds cannot hide a squint eye a crooked back or a red head or a muddy face though they may gild them Van. This is very Satyrical but there be Beauties of all coloured hair eies and complexions Lore I at any time will carry you to a Play either to the Black Friers or Cockpit And you shall go to the Exchange when you will and have as much money as you please to lay out you shall find me a very loving husband in troth dear Lady Van. But servant you have been a very deboist gentleman Lor. Forget what y 'ave heard and you shall hear no more on 't But we are extravagant come let 's to 'th joyner Van. To whom and for what Mr. Lorece Lore To Hymen in his saffron coat to be married Van. Some other time a month hence will serve Lor. Then must I court another bout Van. What you please Sir Lor. O Cupid the Bow-man I am not thy foe man For I love this woman As well as I know man And therefore I pray thee From mischief to stay me And quickly to lay me In bed with this Lady Van. What call you this Sir Lor. T is my imploration and ode Van. Y' are very fluent Sir Lor. And yet neglected But I le make Cornelius Gallus speak English and he shall wooe for me Van. What say you servant Lor. Be you attentive and you shall hear My sweet Vandona fine and comely lass Whose beauty Milk and Lillies doth surpass And the sweet Roses both tâ—â— white and red Or Indian Ivory new polished O spread O spread abroad thy yellow hair Like glorious gold shining all out as fair Thy purest Alablaster neck and show's VVhich from between thy graceful shoulders Open thy Starry eyes and let us view growes Their browes above them of a Sable hew And both thy Roseal cheeks let us espie Beautified with a natural Tyrian die Put forth thy lips their Corral let us see And Dovelike gentle kisses give to me Kisses her Of amorous life my breath did draw out part Those kisses peirc'd meto the very heart Why didst thou suck my blood O cruel she Henceforth thy dugges like Apples hide from me Which with Ambrosiack cream shall swell thy breast Discloseth Cynamon I yield and best Delights arise from thee yet thy Paps cover Whose growth and beauty do make me a lover For seest thou not that languishing I lye A man half dead how canst thou thus destroy Van. This is meer flattery Lor. T is but a spark Madam an almost invisible atome of truth which can scarce be discern'd in the Sun-shine of your perfections credit me Madam Van. They are most childish will believe all that their servants say my most poetical Servant Lor. Most obdurate Lady Van. Will you wrangle Lor. Was ever Widow so hard to win Sure your husband got not your maidenhead you are so backward Van. Adieu Sir Lor. Not yet I pray you sweetest Lady if Van. Pray you trouble me with no more speeches Lor. O cruel reply to a Lovers suit If ever you have felt this passions pain If ever you would pitied be your self Or if you know that Love hath power to kill For all these which you heretofore have been Subject unto commiserate a heart So full of love for you that it will break If you deny But if you will remain inexorable And frown on him who ay must fawn on you I wish my fortune may be yours and that If ere you love you may be served so Van. I 'm but a woman and these words would move A stupid rock to pitty Sir I can Resist no more your tongue has magick in 't You have overcome me and enjoy your conquest Lor. My dear widow let me kiss thee for this thy dare of wearing black is almost out O my joy methinks I could out-sing old Homer the nine Muses and put their Patron Apollo our of fame Enter Falorus Ceanthe and Phyginois in brave apparel My Vandona yonder is my brother he will be glad to hear of my good fortune Fal. Who 's he Clea. A friend of mine my Lord Fal. I shall be desirous Sir both for your own and for Anclethes sake to be better acquainted with you May I demand your name Phy. Your servant is cal'd Phyginois Fal. How have you sped brother Lor. She will be cal'd your sister salute her go kiss her for 't Fal. Lady I hope my brother will deserve you By proving an affectionate husband to you Phy. Madam I am a stranger but will endeavour to make my self known unto you by any service I can do you Van. Thank you Sir Phy. My Nentis doth excel her sister Aside Lor. Come brother will you go with us Fal. I le wait upon your Mistress Exeunt Fal. Lor. Van. Cle. My faithful friend may all thy wishes prosper And a fair end crown them most happily Phy. Sweetest of Ladies Clea. Thou didst prefer goodness before the raising of thy house Phy. It grieved me to think so noble a Lady should be so poorely dispos'd of My brothers birth nor forunes could deserve you Cle. I was ignorant and might have undone my self Phy. I did pitty you Cle. And ever have oblig'd me to you for 't Phy. If your sisters woman Mistress Nentis be obstinate and you prosper Hereafter you may do me a multitude of favours Cle. I nere will fail to do the best I can now let us follow them Love is a passion not to be withstood And until hearts be mutual never good Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Carionil solus like a Negro in strange apparel Car. AN houres life is like the various year Which hardly bears one form a fortnights space He sure deserves respect that to obtain His Mistress thinks all trouble a content These two years have not had so many quarters As I disguises scarce as many daies As I devises and yet to no purpose What I may do in this I cannot guess But for mine own purpose must hope the best My late long residence i th Spanish Court when I lay there Leiger Embassador Hath made me speak the Castilian language perfectly Which will be my great furtherance because Polidacre affects that tongue exceedingly And I know will gladly give me a free access Unto his house at all times Estoy yo como deue muy lobrego Porque de mi Lucora haze un Negro Enter Polidacre Lucora and Nentis They shall not see me yet Sir your daily importunities have so mov'd me that I must yield unwillingly onely I request to have our marriage defer'd a month dear Sir do not deny me this Pol. I thank thee girle Enter Falorus Welcome Falorus my daughter 's yours after four weeks be past Fal. Worthy Sir y' are too bountiful Most excellent Lady you will make my fortune envied I must dissemble yet for I will not wrong Carionil Nen. I like this well Luc. But I will rather die then have him Aside Car. I do not doubt my friend
stubborn spleen Of hells inhumane dogge when he did play For the redemption of his ravish'd spouse Nor Phoebus when unto his gold-strung Lyre He for superiority did sing His sweetest Anthems and best Madrigals Against ambitious Pan made harmony To parallel the sweetness of your tongue Luc. If that all my endevours can deserve At this height your affection by my fault It never shall decrease Car. You over-act me much but never shall Have thoughts beyond me Luc. I pray you spare my company a while A while I would be private with my woman Car. Lady I will do things unwillingly At your command but give me leisure fairest To print my heart upon your heavenly lips Ere my departure hence The Ottoman Emperours Kisses her In their immense Seraglio never saw Your matchless features in their numberless Successive multitudes I am so blest That my excessive joyes cannot be guest Ex. Car. Luc. Nentis Nent Madam Luc. Unfold thy heart unto me Let me know What thoughts thou hast of me Nent I may offend Luc. Indeed thou shalt not Nent Then I do wonder Madam that you will Bestow your self I think unworthily Luc. How Nent This is unpleasing to you I will be Hereafter silent I have offended you Luc. No proceed Nent You are a Lady untill now unstain'd With any blot save obstinacy to The brave deceas'd Carionil and will you Give the world reason a good one pardon My honest boldness Madam to taxe your judgement And which is worse your virtue for this choice Is not Falorus far more worthy of you Marry him Madam and live still in England I 'me sure my counsel would be seconded By all the friends you have did they but know As much as I. But Madam if you have Settled your affection past recall and are Resolved I will be most obedient And secret unto all your purposes Luc. And wilt thou go to Aethiopia with me Nent If I do get no Servant before and if You will if I dislike the country give Me liberty to return home Luc. Most willingly Enter Falorus Cleanthe and Phyginois Nent My Lord Falorus Luc. Where Phyg If I can find the least opportunity I will try Nentis of what mettal th' art made Fal. I hope Mistris our company Is not unwelcome to you Luc. By no means Sir Fal. How gently it past her tongue For that sweet word I kiss your hand dear Lady Luc. Where did you leave my father my Lord Fal. Above a reading Guicciardin Nent Sir I can perceive when I am flatter'd Phyg Earnest expressions of love deserve a better name Nent Why Sir I cannot believe you love me Phyg You need not doubt of that Mistris I do With as much fervency as servant can I do beseech you Lady to believe me Nent They are of easie faiths that believe all their servants say Luc. What ail you my Lord you are not well Fal. Unwelcome guest away I was thinking of Luc. Of what Fal. I ha forgot would they would all love me Aside I am most strangely alter'd on the sudden My friendship I fear will be too weak a tye To make me silent Clean. My Lord Fal. Thou hadst a Master did deserve thee better Cle. But he is dead and I am yours by his Last Legacy Fal. What wouldst thou say Aside Cle. I hope y' are well Fal. He has found out an alteration in me I must beware of publick signs I was Privately Full of Carionil my thoughts were busie Concerning him Madam I pray you pardon my neglect Of frequents visits I have been too guilty Luc. You have not offended Fal. T is your great goodness to say so Nent This Sir is too importunate Phy. To slack dear Mistris but wink at my insufficiency Nent You said you love no woman in the world But me Phy. And may you hate me if I do Nent As I see you ready to give me full satisfaction that you mean faithfully so shall you find me willing to requite you Phy. No man can boast such happiness Nent Sir be moderate y' are not so sure of me but upon occasion I can retire neither would I have the company take notice of us Phyg You shall command me Mistris Fal. These passions are new to me woo'd I were private I never did observe her so well before Luc. My Lord Fal. What say you Madam Luc. You saw not my brother Philander to day Fal. No truly Lady I did not Luc. Your brother Nentis saies shall shortly be married to The rich widow her sister Fal. So he doth hope Enter Tandorix Rosin Madam dinner stayes of you Luc. You hear my Lord. Fal. Nay Anclethe stay not for me wait on the Lady I le follow immediately Exeunt Luc. Nen. Phy. Clean. What ailes me let me see What is the cause of such an alteration I find within me doubtless it is Love To whom to whom but to the worthiest And sweetest Lucora Take heed t is dangerous A sudden ruine so will seise my friendship And prove my former protestations Feign'd untruths Cannot the noble name Of young Carionil prevent me No Nor certainty of all the evil wills Of all the friends I have Were both our better Genius Orators And here embraced fast my knees and wept Miraculous tears to quench the rising flames Lucora's irresistible eyes have kindled In me or to drown this late impression Love Hath seald upon my heart I 'de be as remorseless As the most stern and unremoved Scythian And deafer then the people that inhabit Near the Egyptian Cataracts of Nile But I am base base to infringe the knot Of amity a long and serious knowledge Of each other hath tyed betwixt us T were safer Sayling with drunken Mariners between Hard Sylla and Charybdis then to suffer My much divided thoughts and forth of them To work such a conclusion to my passions As might hereafter confirm me noble in Th' opinion of the world but I 'me most ignorant And know not what to do Wood I were so Distraught that my own self I could not know Exit Scena Tertia Enter Lorece and Vandona Lor. Sweet Mistris your bounty will become An envy unto future times Van. So let your love Sir Lor. But speak my Dear what happy day shall give A fair conclusion unto all my wishes Van. What haste good servant Enter Jaques Lor. Nay be not angry Sweet Ia. Madam and please you your own good servants desire to shew your Worships some pretty pastime Van. It pleases us well when begins it Iaq. Eene presently I le goe and tell them all what a good woman you are Exit Ja. Lor. This is not usual with you Van. Indeed Servant so seldom that I remember not the like Sure t is for your entertainment they think I have Been a niggard of it and help to make it out Lor. You are too good Van. So you can never be Lor. And yet I will not fail to do my best Van. I pray you
quarti Actus quinti Scena prima A Banquet set forth Then enter Polidacre Antiphila Servants and Mâ—sitians Pol. YOu will pardon a sudden entertainment Ant. I hope we need not complement Pol. You do instruct me Sit down my sweet Antiphila and taste Fill wine All health and happiness to you dear Mistris Ant. A true return of loyal thanks Pol. Play a more merry tune I do abhor What ever relisheth of melancholy Sing the spheres are dull Apply it to your self that best deserve it The Spheres are dull and do not make Such Musick as my ears will take The slighted Birds may cease to sing Their chirpings do not grace the spring The Nightingal is sad in vain I care not to hear her complain While I have ears and you a tongue I shall think all things else go wrong 2. The Poets feign'd that Orpheus could Make stones to follow where he would They feign'd indeed but had they known Your voice a truth they might have shown All instruments most sadly go Because your tongue excels them so While I have ears and you a tongue I shall think all things else go wrong Ant. T is pretty Pol. Reiterate again your yielding Lady And once more let your breath perfume those words Ant. Sir I am yours Pol. And I my fair Antiphila's your tongue Hath made me happy Ant. May your joy last long Exeunt omnes Scena secunda Enter Philander and Rosinda in womens apparel Phi. How glad I am to see you like your self Dear mother pardon an excess of joy Ros Such signes of true affection need no pardon Enter a servant Ser. Sir here 's a Letter for you Phi. For me from whom the hand resolves me Present my service to the Lady that sent it Tell her ere long I will come kiss her hands Ser. I will Sir Exit servus Phi. Mother I writ unto Antiphila And did desire her for guerdon of my love To hold me second in her thoughts and if She married not my father to have me Ros She may perform What she believ'd would never come to pass The Letter SIR I confess I am not contracted and that I told you so to make you desist I should be exceeding ungrateful to deny you so small a request There is nothing hinders me from being yours but your Father And I solemnly vow unto you that if I have not him you shall have me But let not this beget any hope in you for if I be not his it shall be his refusal Let it onely manifest so much that had I never seen him I could have lov'd you most truly I pray you let this suffice and use me so Choose another Mistris and let me be her second You will love me well enough if you love another better Farewell Your Fathers Antiphila Ros What writ you to her Son concerning her Proâ—â—ssing a contract betwixt us two 〈…〉 my rage I met with Tandorix 〈…〉 him of his life 〈…〉 he was a woman And for a Gentleman cal'd Perimont Who often had deni'd to marry her That habit did assume thereby to learn More easily what did prevent her joy And whether he affected any other Thus I your being kept unknown Rosin I 'me gald you did so Phi. You do well Mother to wear a mask you shall Thereby be sure to be conceal'd untill You find the fittest opportunity Your self unto my Father to reveal Exeunt Amâ—â— Scena Tertia Enter Falorus solus Fal. What will become of me unfortunate man Who needs must live in fire or live in shame I know not what to speak nor what to do Both fear and grief do so confound my sences I fear to wrong Carionil so much As to be traiterous against our friendship And griefs unsufferable endure for the Fairest of Ladies incomparable Lucora I would she had been kind unto my friend Unto him then I never had prov'd false Nor will I I will rather search out frozen Climates and lie whole nights on hills of Ice Or rather will take powerfull potions and sleep Out those unpleasant houres I have to live But then I shall not see that beauty who But senceless frantickes would have thoughts so poor My reason forsakes the government of this Weak frame and I am falne into disorder Oh! I could sigh my body into air And weep't into a Lake if merciless nature Had made it of a substance suitable Unto my wish now methinks I could level A Promontory into a Province and tread The centre through to read the destinies Of southern stars and bless their fortunes that Are born under their light for I am confident Their influences are more mild then ours There is no other Fate can fall on me Shall awe me now I will be proud and daring As the ambitious waves when wrathful blasts Of Northern windes do hoist them violently Against the highest cloudes and rather will Destroy my self then wrong Carionil Exit Falorus Scena quarta Enter Cleanthe in womans apparel and Phygionis Cle. And serv'd my sister well to leave her so Phy. How much dear Madam have you impoverished Mens cies by hiding your perfections In their apparel indeed I flatter not I do not know the Lady owns so much beauty Cle. If my Carionil will like me then I shall attain the end of my desires May I appear but lovely in his eye And what I seem in others I will slight But good Phygionis tell me I prethee In your affection what success you have Is Nentis won or do you hope she will Phy. She 's mine we are contracted Cle. Joy wait on you And make your lives of many years pass pleasant Is it not ten are all the clocks grown envious Against my bliss and will not let me know How nigh his coming is for I esteem My self most happy in his company Enter Carionil like himself Car. This is the place Anclethe nam'd Phy. Madam he 's here Cle. Be friend me my good stars Car. Here is a Lady and a matchless one Wood two years since I had beheld this beauty When first I came from Spain and had my heart free Then many a sad day had been merry unto me For unto her Lucora should have yielded Sweet Lady you that are the fairest creature Nature did ever form vouchsafe so much Of happiness unto me as to give Me liberty to touch your lips do you Kisses her Know me and have your ears ere heard So poor a name as is Carionil But I am much mistook you are not she Whom here I was to meet I needs must doubt The fates did not intend me such a joy Cle. I am Car. Deceiv'd Pythagoras hadst thou but dream't The sweetness of this voice the musick of The Spheres thou never hadst recorded Speak Fairest and best of Ladies let me hear If you have so unmatch'd a pity in you As to look on me with a friendly eye Can you love me Cle. Most noble Sir I do most violently Car. If that to live
Fal. Is this not policy to delay my death Car. If ere you found me false believe me not Fal. It then is true Car. Most true Falorus Fal. Licence me friend now to embrace you well met Carionil and welcomer indeed Then ever yet man was unto me I Will live and owe my life unto you and when You please I for your sake will lay it down Freely I may Lucora now adore And rather then to lose her I will try All waies that are contain'd in policie Car. But say she never will consent Fal. I am Most confident she will to please her Father But if she should not I could suffer it 'T was not my Love made me thus passionate It was because in it I wronged you Car. Did you not marke when you did see me first A joy unusual sit upon my brow Fal. I had so much of sorrow in my heart That with it all my sences were possest Car. But you perceiv'd I had left my disguise What out of it did you collect Fal. I thought Lucora had descri'd you and you had A peremptory denial to your suit Enter Cleanthe and Phyginois Cle. Sir seeing you had made a fair conclusion And measuring each minute for an hour Until I were with you I rudely come Uncal'd for to you Car. Ever most welcome my Cleanthe friend This is the Lady I did mention to you She was Anclethe bâ—t is sister to The Mistress of youâ— thoughts and cal'd Cleanthe Whom long since all her friends believed lost And have these many years left mourning for Fal. A strange discovery and admirable Car. Some other time command the history This mutually among our selves we 'l spend Fal. Lady account me servant to your vertues And you Sir may command Falorus alwaies Phy. Your love will honour me most noble Lord. Cle. Sir I for you will intercession make Unto my sister and do hope shall prosper I will make known how much you are her servant And what affection my ears have witnessed For I unseen to you did hear what pass'd Fal. You will oblige me everlastingly Car. Now let us walk Fal. Whosoever loyal friendship doth regard With fair events the Gods will him reward Exeunt omnes Scena quinta Enter Iaques solus Iaq. I have a Licence for my Lady the brave gallant Mistress Lorece But it cost too much a conscience I wood a writ five times as much for halfe I gave for it But t' is the fashion among great ones so they have their wills they care not at how dear a rate they buy them This marriage is like Christmas when it comes it brings good cheer with 't we have fat Venison hold belly hold and wine I am sure we shall want none for the Vintner had twenty pounds on me this morning I ha bespoke a merry company of Fidlers O they are boon fellows and there will be old dancing for I mean to sweat my doublet quite through ere I leave Enter Lorece and Vandona Madam her'e 's the License your Worships sent me for the Parson and this will make all sure Lor. T is well done Iaques for this be thou the Neptune of the Cellar raise a tempest and drown who ever doth go down the staires Like old Silenus behave thy self Van. When we have din'd le ts go to my Lord Polidacres and invite that house Lor. We will my dear Widow Iaq. T will be a merry time I see Exeunt Omnes Scena sexta Enter Polidacre Lucora Antiphila and Nentis Ant. I wonder we have not seen the Ethiopian Lord to day Pol. He 'l not be long absent Lucora thou hast my heart for thy consent Falorus is a worthy Gentleman And one of an approved fashion He doth deserve a Princess my Lucora I know his nature is most noble else I would not move thee for him and although The time is not expir'd will you steal So much from age and be his wife I long To see thee well bestow'd Luc. VVhat ere you please t'command I will perform Enter Falorus Pol. Here is Falorus welcome my Lord I shall Shortly say my son my daughter I have won And when I please unto you she will give Away herself Fal. You are most noble But can you fairest Lady look so low As is Falorus can there be such a vertue Of rare humility within you that You thus confer affection upon me Luc. My Lord my father desires to make me yours And I have learnt so much obedience As willingly to do what he commands Fal. I wish I could most excellent Lucora Thanke you in all the languages are worth Your dear attention you have made me so Exceeding happy I envy not his wealth That ownes the inhaustible mines of fam'd Peru. Luco I thank you for this love and have a hope Requite you Sir Fal. My joy hath dul'd my senses Enter Lorece Vandona and Jaques Lor. Now brother have I not ended happily Vandona is my own We onely want The ceremony Eclesiastical My Lord I am your servant Fal. I have a Mistris got the richest beauty Great Brittain ever was renowned for Lor. Much very much y faith have you won her For whom hopeful Carionil did dye Fal. I won her not Lorece her fathers desire Meeting with her consent have made her mine Van. Sister you have been a stranger to me I pray you be not so Nen. You shall see me oftner Lor. Thou maist be Mercury and I will glory Thou art my brother Van. Madam I 'm very glad to meet you here Ant. And I as joyful of your company Enter Carionil Cleanthe and Phygionis Lor. Wonders Carionil's alive again and here Pol. For some strange end he did give forth his death But what yong beauteous Ladie 's that Luc. It is a face worthy of admiration Pol. Rise Lady kneel not unto me She kneels Cle. Then I were most unfit to be your Child Pol. How my daughter that was lost Clea. Yes my Lord and beg your blessing Pol. May the good heavens make of thee my daughter If you be she an old and happy woman Luc. I am a Sister to you Spare some time For me to shew how much I do rejoyce At this unlook'd for good none of your kin Fair Sister are more glad then I to see you Whom we had never hope to see I am Most proud to be alli'd unto So excellent a creature as you are Clea. I am most joyful of your love Ant. We are most glad to see you safe Van. As if you were our Sister Clea. My thanks sweet Ladies Pol. Dearest Cleanthe confirm thy father in His joy relate thy life that out of it I may grow confident thou art my daughter Phy. Lady leave that to me My Lord and if You with her silence can so long dispence I would do that Clean. He is my Nurses Son to whom my Lord I owe all thanks for my escape Pol. Sir when you please you may begin Nen. What not a gentleman I am undone
them all would not have blest his fates For the fruition of so rich a Beauty As is the matchless Lady Isabella Isab Sir of your own you may say what you please But I am sure you over-praise me much La. Dearest of all the world thou dost deserve Princes and Poets both to speak thy worth Bless'd be the powers divine that me of all Mankind did chuse to make most fortunate In giving me the glory of the earth Sfor. Sit down most noble brother from your Bride We will not part you sister this place is yours So let them now begin Enter Hymen Luna Mars Mercury Jupiter Venus Saturn Sol after Musick Hym. Hither we are descended from above To gratulate your nobly grounded love That you most worthy happy paire should know The Gods themselves are pleas'd with what you do Me you have honoured and to honour you I have brought the Deities along which do Command and rule the dayes that they may bless You all the year with plenteous happiness May Tuscanes Cities boast of Milains Spouse And future Ages when they would compose One grac'd with all the vertues her express To be a Lady like this Milaness And may the most ingenious Florentines Your Citizens Great Duke busie their minds In writing and in singing Marriage-songs Delectable Epithalamiums While you do live love ever and may you Continually your generous heats renew Thus Hymen wishes and it will go hard If what a god says gods do not regard Thus I could spend the night but that would prove A wrong unto my Rites and to your love Here they dance and Hymen leads it Luna Cinthia I am that with my borrowed light Out-shine the Stars and do command the night Many a time when else I vail'd would ride I will appear to see you with your Bride Lamps nor wax lights you shall not need for I Instead of them will ever more be by And may you in this life you have begun Equal in love me and Endymion Mars Though my aspect be fierce and wars presage To you they shall be such as Lovers wage Sweet kisses soft embraces and such things As amorous Queens enjoy and amorous Kings You therefore without pity both may fight Battailes not full of danger but delight And may they last until I part you two Which I do promise I will never do Mer. Hermes I am Maja's wing'd Son and shine Among the Planets in a Globe of mine And though 't is true I favour thefts and sleights Yet will do none t' diminish your delights Love therefore laugh and kiss embrace and be Secure nothing can hurt you without me And if I ever do may I forgo My Sphere and live among the fiends below Iupit. Of all the Gods and Goddesses I am The most supreme and bear the chiefest name For Love what is it that I have not done To bring my wishes to conclusion I for my self have done no more then I Will do for you to make you live in joy Therefore most happy pair of Lovers fear Nothing since Iove himself doth hold you dear Live merrily and let this be your mover That Iupiter himself was once a Lover Venus A Song Since in my Orbe I shined fair And Lovers did befriend The morning and the evening Star I never could commend Heaven blessed paire none like to you Whom time shall never make untrue May Hesperus and Vesper lose Their lights fair Venus fall If all her power she doth not use To prosper you withal May other Dieties grant you life I 'le make you loving man and wife Sat. Though I am old and rigid in aspect And cold and youthful sports do not affect And though my influences many ways Adverse to others be and cross their days For you heaven-loved pair my self I 'le force And run a milder and a gentler course His ancient custome Saturne will forget Rise for your pleasures for your pleasures set Doubt me not therefore for my vow is strong That for your sakes again I wish me young Sol. Phoebus I am the glorious guide of day That all the Planets lighten with my ray I am the brightsome lightsome Charioter That heaven and earth adorn within my Sphere And know what 't is to be in love since I Followed my Daphne who from me did flie May I lose all my glory all my Beams Fall like my Phaeton in t ' Ocean streams If all my faculties I do not try To make you live in joy and love in joy In Summer time when you in t ' Arbors go I will not shine to trouble you below Will onely peep to see you kiss and smile To make me think this I have done ere while In Winter season when the Frost doth stay And hinder Rivers to go on their way When flakes of Snow do cover earths green face I for your sakes will thaw off both apace In pleasures evermore you shall accord Apollo cannot falsifie his word Here they dance another dance which Hymen leads Hym. The gracious Planets which command the days By powerful influences you have heard To bless you both according to their ways Vowing to be your keepers and your guard Them for your sakes with me I brought along That they might prosper you as well as I Because this marriage knot I 'de tye so strong That it there nothing ever should untie You whom the heavens will prosper all your life You whom on earth ther 's nothing can offend Most happy pair most happy man and wife Your lives in love wear out and in love end Nor shall a Poet hired for his gain Vpon your Tomb a feigned verse engrave Mens tongues and tears shall make you both remain Above the power of an Epitaph But may you live till you aweary be Not of your selves but of these earthly sports And the eternal joys above would see Which ever are in joves immortal Courts Thus unto you do gods their wishes give And unto them may you according live Exeunt Maskers Sfor. I think Hortentia now the Mask is done Our brother gladly would go to his rest Hort. And it is time most noble brother when You please we will attend you to your Chamber And sister we will see you laid in bed Methinks it is a very pretty thing To see a Virgin blush look pale and blush Isa 'T is sport to others to the Maid 't is none La. Most excellent Princess when you please let 's go For now each minute is as tedious to me As years have been so much I do desire The chast embraces of my matchless Spouse Sfor. And worthy friend let us entreat your stay As long in Milain as is possible You cannot be in Florence more beloved Nor by the better nor the meaner sort La. What I can do you know you may command Unto my utmost power Hort. Lights Lavi My fairest dearest love your hand this part Of happiness makes me suppose the rest Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Mattemores Matt. Those lazy
a thing very certain Mac. We doubt not but done out of clemency Not knowing why he lay there Trap. Well why was he put there Mac. Even for your Honour sake most Gracious Sir The Lady Prudentia your sister loves him Trap. Say you so So ho Puchanello So ho Puch Who calls Within Bar. His Highness come hither presently Trap. Bid the guard enter Enter Puchanello and the Guard You say Brunetto was put in prison because my sister lov'd him you think it good and fitting he were there again Bar. So please your Highness yes Trap. Puchanello take me these two Coxcombly Lords into your Custody they are never well but when they are banishing some body or doing some mischief or other Brunetto was laid in prison because my sister lov'd him and lay me these there because I love them Mac. Beseech your Highness not to deal so hardly With us whom you have known so faithful to you Trap. Puchanello away with them I say you of the Guard see them in Bar. Most worthy Prince be merciful if we Have done amiss t was out of ignorance Trap. Sirra rogue away with them or I le lay up you too Puch Your Honours must have patience and walk Mach. There is no remedy Bar. The heavens be merciful to Florence VVhat ill malignant starre hath so depriv'd Our wise and noble Duke of all his reason That he remembers not who are his friends Ex. Hor. The Gods be ever most propitious Great Sir unto you and continue long Your life chief honour of the Medices Trap. Prince Horatio I am your servant I pray you forgive me my calling of you by your nick-name of Brunetto my sister hath told me you are the Son of the Duke of Savoy besworn unto you I am very sorry I have not used you as befitted you but it was your fault that told me not who you were I have talked with Prudentia and she loves you she saies which I am glad on and I le marry you as soon as you will Hor. Sir it is true I am Horatio Son of the Piemond Prince but being his second I durst not think me worthy of such honours As your Highness hath do ne me and therefore told None but your beauteous sister who I was Trap. Enough my friend and Prince Horatio Could you suppose I would deny my sister Though she were made of Gold and precious stones Unto your Highness and to such a friend You do deserve a better wife then she She 's not half good enough for you and if I had another sister you should have them both My friend a Prince I 'm very glad i' faith But sorry that I did not know you such That I might have done you right wood I were hang'd If you are not far a better man then I. Hora. Great Prince you do forget your self Trap. Your Highness must pardon me I do remember my self well enough yet Eo Meo aad Areo have made me something proudish but howsoever I am your servant Prince Horat. i' faith I am your very dutiful servant how sa you now the Duke of Savoyes son i' faith I am your poor servant Lavin the Duke of Florence Hora. I am amaz'd he 's mad Beseech your Highness leave I pray you Sir Enter Mattemores the Spanish Captain with petitioners Trap. What have we here now do's the Captain bring us Morris-dancers what lobs are these tro Mat. So please your Highness being importun'd much these I have brought before you that you might do justice Trap. Captain Mattemores justice I 'le do with all my heart but execution let do who will for me Calfshead Great Duke of Tuscany vouchsafe to hear me For what I speak is out of conscience This fellow Mr. Bulflesh a Butcher I saw Verily with mine own eyes even yesternight When he was drunk to kill my man which he Swore was good Beef and he would sell it dear Bulf. Sirra Puritan you are a base scoundrel was not I drunk in your company to make you merry Calfes But Mr. Bulflesh you do know and that full well that I praied you on my knees for your own souls sake to drink no more and profess'd to you that it was a great abominable sin in you to fox your self or be foxed Bulflesh Goodman Calfeshead you are a base scurvie Companion do you not know that for your sake I killed your man yet I meant but only to beat him soundly because he pour'd not the wine into your Codpiece did not I do it out of friendship unto you did I not you puritan you and you to complain O the ingratitude of Puritans Trap. Peace both of you Master Puritan hold your tongue I say wil not Calfeshead be drunk Bulflesh Bulf. So please your Highness no he will let a man sooner hang him then make him drunk Besides he is a fellow of strange opinions and hath sent his sonne to Geneva to hear Iack Calvin preach He stole a Surpless to make his Amorosa a Smock of and hath writ a paultry Book against the Bishops printed at Amsterdam in Decimo sexto He will lie and steal without comparison is both for Boyes as well as Queans when he hath mony And like a true Italian Hypocrite is for any sin or mischief but our Drinking Trap. Then know I very well how to do justice Mr. Calfeshead you say the Butcher kild your man when he was fox't be you fox't when you will and then kill him for'â— Calf Heavens defend I nere was drunk yet and never will be Hora. There is mad justice he doth increase my wonder Calfs Bless me murther I would not do it for the world Mat. This is strange justice the Butcher doth very wel deserve to be sent into the Gallies at Ligorn Trap. I have done with you Mr. Puritan you may be gone to the Tavern and Bulflesh you may get you to the Shambles as soon as you will for I have no more to say to either of you Exeunt Calfsheead Bulflesh I am ready for the next speak therefore Barne Most excellent Prince pity a childless father As yesterday my only Sonne did walk Under an house this fellow Gaffer Tiler Who was a working on it did fall down Upon my son and kil'd him with his fall Tiler Mr. Barne be not so eager you know I bore your son no malice and that it was a hundred to one I broke not my own neck Trap. This is an easie matter to conclude Friend Barn you say this Gaffer Tiler Fell off a house and so did kill your son I will be very upright in my justice Go you upon the house from whence he tumbled And he shall stand beneath and fall on him Mat. And the Duke be not stark mad I am to think him so Barn So I may break my own neck Hor. He strangely is distracted Trap. Neighbour Barn get you about your business for I have done with you Barn I must have patience Exeunt Barn and Tiler Trap.