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A33611	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.; Chain of golden poems	Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684.; Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684. Obstinate lady.; Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684. Trappolin creduto principe.	1658 (1658)	Wing C4894; ESTC R20860	211,316	545

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 ●●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 V●●pa●●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 La●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

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 Ast●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