before The Sun had he would not salute the Queen Partly to compose his Sea shuffled head He made his cloaths poor to make rich his Bed 141. One of his Traine having Athenian ears Itching for news much longing to descry His Lords quick message when the band of cares Soft sleep had seiz'd him and his company He crept into his Chamber in the dark And stole his Packet thence whilst none did mark 142. Being no Novice in that knavish trick Of ripping Seales and closing them again A Burglary baser than locks to pick For that robs but our coffers this our braine Not dar'd by 's Kings dumb face he opened Nicely his Royall Packet and thus read T. R. ad H. R. THEREVTVS to his Queen HYMETTA dear Sends the same health which he enjoyeth here Rebecca's Twins love hatred this scroule beares The first is thine the last this Messengers Whom we have thus employ'd that we migh have By this unsmelt means Safety he a Grave This ULORVS is th' Ague of our Reigne He shakes it as Windes stoll'n into Earths veine Doe our dull staggering Mother He 's the ill Conscience o' th' State that ne'r lets it be still 'T was in our thoughts by just help of our Lawes That this effect might Cease to seize the cause But being such a Minion of the rude Beast with so many heads the Multitude We judg'd him not here in their sights to die Lest they mistake Justice for Tyranny In us and in themselves Rebellion For Pitty Lest our Bark of State split on These Rocks We 've sent him to your Court that there His Death may be close as his Treasons here If of his Fate you can all eyes prevent Wee 'l father it upon some accident How e'r do 't if you can't stop Fames wild breath Wee 'l draw up's Posthume Processe after 's Death Grieve not to nip this young weed in the bloom A young Wolfes Death to soon can never come Yet were it cruell t is Fate is harsh not wee Selfe preservation warrants Crueltie SICILIE T. Rex 143. Alas Quoth th' Servant whilst my Lord aimes at The honour of being but a Royall Post His selfe is lost So patient Chymists get But Smoke Dust Hope for all their reall cost So th' Dog that on the waters face did catch At th' shaddow of his Morsell lost the flesh 144. Poor MERCVRY whose being so 's thy Death Losing true Treasure for an empty name Thy selfe for Honour Yet but breath for breath The breath of Life for the fond breath of Fame Ah! how much more than pitty t is to fell A blooming Spray that sprouts so straight and well 145. Brood with me HERMES help this Plot to hatch That this Anti-IXION whose strift is To grasp but a Cloud airy Fame may catch A reall JVNO or a fairier piece What though he nor rewards nor knows my pain In vertuous Acts the very doing's gain 146. Or t is a crime or none t' have op'd this Letter If none I 've pleas'd my selfe not wrong'd the King If t is a Sin to purge it no way 's better Than good out of intended evill to bring This said he took a blank and altering the Mind of the Monarchs Letter thus wrot he The Kings Letter changed THEREVTVS to his Queen HYMETTA dear Sends the same health which he enjoyeth here This paper Barke a freight of Love doth bear To be shar'd 'twixt thee and this Messenger Whom we have made so that he may inherit To all our joyes the meed of his high merit This ULORVS so high fam'd and so allow'd Of whom our Court and Natures selfe is proud To whom both PALLAS arts alike are shear'd A sage Philosopher without a beard Who if his mind as his green yeers increase His Age will alwaies than himself be lesse We 've sent t' attend you that you may behold The truth that unbeliev'd Report hath told Though too too nigardly of his great worth To honour vertue is to set it forth We will you treat him then with every rare Device that Love and Honour can prepare Since our People gilding each act of his With liking make it better than it is Since they 've given up themselves unto him so As they 've a Law within themselves to doe His Mandats binding and that Law is Love Which Princes as their strongest fort approve Since Fate denies us a Male birth to be The ATLAS of our Realme and Family But had we AEGIPTVS's number none could be Worthier such honour than this MERCVRIE Therefore I' th' Carnavall midst mirth and Laughter We will you marry him to our only Daughter Muse not we speak of Consummation ere Thet's due approaches made for young and fair Have made acquaintances in Nature so When their eyes meet they have the lesse to do SICILIE T. Rex 147. Now wrapt he up this Scroule so counterfaite In the same fashion as the King had his Then ript with curious heed the seale from that And with a Wafer fixt it whole to this Next to the Chamber on fears socks he crept And left it there whilst still his Master slept 148. Soon as the early Lark even tir'd with rest From his moist Cabinet sprung up on high Waking the morning from whose dewy breast Heavens wandring Knight rose to his errantry Th' Embassadour don'd rich embroideries pride And to the Court his paces did divide 149. Whilst there he waited in a Gallery Hung round with TITIANS and rare Hylliards hands The Queen stept in clad in such Majesty As the Great Goddesse that ties Nuptiall Bands Used when she did contend on Ida's plain From Beauties Queen Beauties bright prize to gaine 150. Low on his knee he kist her Royall Hand Then fil'd it with the Packet by happy blisse For him without him from its first self chang'd Which read she gave once more her hand to kisse And putting on her best looks to delight him She to a Royall banquet did invite him 151. Now they descended to the Pallace Hall Where hundred objects claim'd his doubtful eye Which though the least alone had fil'd it all Was famished amidst variety Now this he tasts then that he glances on Diversity confounds election 152. But gather up thy sense and fortifie Weaknesse in fractures strength in union lies Now youth the valour of thine Opticks try Here here an object comes that's worth all eyes But as who stares as SOL finds night at noon She having such bright ones make all else have none 153. ROSELLA the rare Princesse in quaint dressing Of Sea green Tabie whose wat'ring seem'd apace Like Waves to move with her the Lace expressing Silver Rocks enter'd with such winning grace As CYPRIA wore when of Troys royall Swain She worthily did Beauties prize obtain 154. Her Hair alas too cold a word Her Beames O'r-shaddowing her Robe with loose command Out-shin'd his rayes that gild the tottering streames Her bared Breasts appear'd Loves Scylla and Charibdis betwixt whom no eye might steer
Lillies which her milk did die That from her brest dropt when JOVE thence did pluck Her Privignus laid there by stealth to suck 194. A Royall Scepter in her right hand shon Her left a Timbrell held her golden feet A Lyons shaggie hide trampled upon Thus in her Argive Temple did she set As ' t' were insulting o'r her Lords two scapes The Monster-Master and the God of Grapes 195. The Region of Fier in an even Circle was ever whirling 'bove her seen JOVE standing in the top figuring the Heaven Brandishing flaming Bolts as if he 'd been To charge the Gyant Host IRIS below Her Saphrie Throne bent her enammel'd Bow 196. Eight Ladies 'bout her Altar measur'd paces Enstil'd her Powers or her faculties Veil'd lest all mortals with their dazling graces Should as th' armed Boy did lose their eyes All these some Surname bore given properly TO JVNO for some nuptiall mystery 197. The first was CVRIS nam'd from th' Sabine Sphere That Hasta Coelibaris that had stuck In the slain Gladiator the Brides hair With this she did divide and keem and deck To tell her as in him that fast did ' bide So close must she unto her male be ty'd 198. Or it portended valiant men to come Out of her loynes or else this badg of sway Denoted her subjection to her Groom Or rather it might be in memory Of their first Marriages by force contracted With them that came but to see Psaies yet acted 199. Next UNXIA with her wollen Fillets stood The Posts and Columnes of th' Houset ' adorn And to annoint with hollow'd Oyles approv'd And fat of Wolves and Beares mixt in a Horn E'r the Bride enters to expell thereby All frights and evills from the Family 200. The third was JVGA that soul-mingling grace In silken Yoak the loving Pair that bind Ready to Vnion to sacrifice Two hearts melted and mixt into one mind Thus as two Maids of different sex made one And to that state restor'd that first was known 201. The fourth takes care that they remaine so still GAMELIA that behind the Altar throws The Gall no strife is left no stubborn will But Peace and Love and Faith betwixt them growes Such was the golden Chain let down from Heaven Of Linkes consisting thus well joyn'd and even 202. The fift and sixt were ITERDVCA and Her sister DOMIDVCA these are they That were the Brides fair footsteps to attend When to her Spouses house she took her way The seventh was CINXIA that defends the Maid Quit of her Zone whilst in that state she staid 203. The last was TELIA she that crowneth all That brings the gratefull hower and excites Lovers to reap the fruit of their long thrall Embracements kisses and those short delights And melting toyes chast Love allowes the same That gives Perfection and a womans name 204. The Altar drest first to it did approach The Quinque Corei attir'd in white These were five Pages bearing each a Torch Of Virgin Wax their number in the rites Imply'd Perfection seeing five is The number whence sweet Union claimes her Blisse 205. The Bridgroome behind these with Myrtle crown'd Walk'd like Loves Champion ready for the Lists With longing looks His hair was short and bound With party-colour'd Ribbands and Gold twists Her garments hues the whitest Lillies stain'd And ruddy'st Roses that e'r XEVXIS feign'd 206. In Saffron-colour'd robes next HYMEN came His under vestures white his Socks were Gold His head with Roses crown'd and Marjoram A Torch of Pine Tree his right hand did hold His left a blushing veile to signifie The bedded Virgins bashfull modesty 207. Then came Camillus a young youth in white Bearing a Torch of white and blooming Thorn To fright all malice with the ominous light In sign too of Increase this Tead was born Next came a Rock and Spindle nothing good These shew gives check unto the highest bloud 208. 'Twixt them the Lovely Bride was led Her Head A Rosâ—e Crown had like a Turret made Her loosly flowing hair with grey was shed To shew she enter'd to a Matrons state Wherfore a Weathers Snowie fleece was worn At her back that she might not labour scorn 209. Her robe so white was nothing else durst vie With it but her pure skin Bout her small wast In many many folds and contrary Circles her Virgin Zone of Wool was cast Yet met in one Herculean that binds To intimate so should all married minds 210. With fire and water th' Auspices came next To shew that as each Birth is helpt to life By female moisture with male Heat well mixt So for their likenesse sake joyn Man and Wife Last the Musicians came with Rosebuds crown'd Strayning their Organs high this air to sound Song VIrgins Imprison your liberall flowing hair In Ribbands white Bright Vnions Altar and her rites prepare Her clâ—er Pines light And Io sing then dew your eyes ' Cause you are not the Sacrifice 211. Now leave yee JVNO'S Orgies to begin The Gods whose nights outshines his daies so far Th' Idalian Star that so long wisht hath been Now gives Alarum to the peacefull War And chides you for dalaying rites behind That have though lesse of state yet more of kind 212. See! Mirtles trim your way See Roses there Flow in whole showers and Violets seem to grow I' th' Chamber as if VENVS Mead it were Where you shall revell in Loves Sphere and know Nor fear nor change exalted far above Even hope and th' Wheel that spins the fates of Love 213. The Zones strong knots the Gallant has unti'd And 's ready other pretty difficulties T' encounter Matrons sage have plac'd his Bride Whilst he then out his cloathes like lightning flies And shoots himself into her Bosome notes Wee 'l borrow of the Spheres to tune these votes Epithalamium TO Bed Yee two in one united go Passe Doves in billing Mix ye and struggle till your marrow flow Embrace more willing Than th' Loving Palmes great Vnions wonder That ne'r bore any fruit asunder Be young to either when Winter and grey haires Your heads shall climbe May your affections like the merry Spheres Still move in Time And may with many a good Presage Your Marriage prove your Merry Age. 214. Next Day when the fair Bride might boast a name More noble and ' rose perfect as her Mother All sorts joyn'd hands to celebrate her fame And grace the Pomp with some device or other Songs lull'd the Aier and the battering feet Of tilting Steeds dull Earth to motion beat 215. The honest Swaines whose Rustick paines and Love The noblest Princes are too high to scorne Joyn'd in a Pastorall both their mirth to move And shew what dutious minds by them were born To name no more there WILLIE to his mate The last daies Pomp thus bluntly did relate A BALLADE Vpon the Wedding 1. I Tell thee Jack as I sought out A stragling Lambe which straid about The Hony-suckled Plaine Mine eyes met such brave things i' th'
th' Forest trembles when the Lions roar As Schoole-Boyes when his rod their Master shakes Such Palsie seiz'd the Court And horror more Than curiosity made all long to know Since the dread arm was up whose should be th'blow 223. But these are safe in their best sute of Male Their Innocence the Queen and hers are meant So meannesse oft times is the low shrubs baile When Cyclops sweat the lofty Cedars rent Now overhasty Prince who would not be Rather a Groom than Wife or Childe to thee 224. The King no sooner thought it than he sent To th'Ile a Confident a man whose will He knew was melted into his and bent To feast all 's humors were they good or ill He in Commission strong and 's trusty Band Soon left his own and gain'd th' Aeolian strand 225. What time the pale Moon peeping through a cloud The secrets of the sullen night behold He and his train through the Queens guard did croud With the Black Rod in 's hand which her he told The King had sent in token she must go With him the cause and end she soon should know 226. The patient Queen with humble grace repli'd And wills the King I soon my end should know I thank his Grace by making me his Bride He heav'd me to the high'st â—eat Earth can show And still he 's good since then this Earth hath none More rich in giving me a Heavenly Throne 227. To th' Princesse Lodgings next this Messenger Of Death made way where he did vertue see With valour sporting she with her brave Dear She the sweet burthen of the Gallants knee So Turtles bill so Kids upon the Plaine Their snowie limbes doe wantonly enchain 228. One of her hands that compact of firm snow And softer Ivory he glew'd to 's Lip Her other play'd with 's jetty Locks Doves so From twig to twig as her quick fingers trip From curl to curl do hasten but as they Are th' Fowlers so must these be Fortunes prey 229. Now blasts their ears the cruel Message sent From th' angry King now they O harshest Death From eithers sweet embracements must be rent This melts the Princesse's eyes th' affright her breath Stopt and she fainting catcht fast at her Dear As drowning men at any bough that 's near 230. Upon his Arm she her declining head Did rest whilst death in gliding sleeps disguize Crept softly o'r her silence fear bespred Her silver Lids as curtaines 'fore her eyes Wherein the Sun was set that her losse might Not give her fresh wounds by the bitter sight 231. Those Corrall twins her Lips which late I guest Bloud hardned into blushing stone turn'd clay Her Breath retired to perfume her Breast Her Roses and her Lillies droopinglay Her late swift Pulses slept and did constraine Their wanton dances in her Saphire veine 232. Th' uncivill Pursivant arm'd with the wreath Of his dread Master falleth foule upon The noble Youth nought threats he lesse than Death Than which the vigorous Law more harsh had none So Falstaffe triumph'd o'r Hotspur's stiffe clay But what cannot resist is Asses prey 233. The Gallant youth who in just ragee'r while Would such unmannerly soules kick from their slime Now seems no sense of injury to feel Because the Mans high trust secur'd his crime From privat chastisement words poiz'd should be Not by their own weight but the tongues degree 234. The Ladies that their due attendance paid To the sweet Princesse in the fright all shear Distracted thus few to their Mistris laid Their helping hands which they employ to tear Their hair now skar'd on end all their tongues thus Secure thy selfe by flight Lord ULORVS 235. As the last Trump shall at that great Assiise That Day of raising bones and quickning clay Rallie our scatter'd attomes and we'rise From out the mouldie Beds wherein we lay So at that Loved name ROSELLA broke The bars of drowzie Death and gently woke FINIS ELIZA The Author R. B. Gent. OVID. Huic labrr est placidam exorare Puellam LONDON Printed by W. H. for Tho Dringo 1650. Vpon the first sight of ELIZA Masked WHen her saint Metaphore Heavens radiant eye Puts his black Velvet Mask of darknesse by And freely shines those Statues of live Jet I' th' Eastern shores half pickled up in sweat Adore his Lustre but they never bow Whilst Clouds case up and night-cap his fair Brow So when mine eyes first reacht her she alas Was Mask'd and Ignorant I by did passe Without adoring when such Shrines as hers May make Saints croud to be Idolaters When Lady-like Loadstones in boxes cas'd I 've sometimes seen neer Iron wedges plac't The am'rous metall wav'd and still crept neer As if it knew its Love were shrined there I felt this sympathy and in my breast Like a stray Bird now fluttering near his Neast Or like the Needle my warm'd Heart did hover As who would say the North I do discover The Center cease then ' mongst the Rocks to steer Thy course but fix with presporous Omens here Now with devouter eyes I lookt agen But her black veil not drawn thus thought I then Thus Angels Pictures in the Sacred Quire Are veild to raise our adoration higher Still fair one for the common good thus shroud Your beames in waving curl or silken cloud Or you 'l scorch more than Phaeton with one Ray Whose shine might send the Cime'rans a Day Each Heart an Aetna evry man must turn A Salamander and even living burn Blind as wag Cupid your refulgency As it did his will strike each daring eye Myriads on each side as you walk must fall As spurious Eaglets 'fore your Emblem Sol. Thus you 'd with looks Philosophy controul And Fate and leave the world without a Soul Or prove which I confesse since I was hit This all hath but one soul and you are it On ELIZAVnmasked VVHen her bright eyes those ruling Starres which now Must guide my Fortune and mine Actions too Boasting a power 'bove Fate pleas'd to dispell Those silken mists and clouds which trembling fell Fore them as bowing to those Rayes Divine And whilst they did ecclipse adore their shrine Now darted she her beames through Beauties skies And kindled willing me her Sacrifice So Heaven its holy fier once did fling On its Elijab's piled offering Like it in pure and Turtle flames I burne Ne'r to be quencht till th' Pyle shall ashes turne Then like a coal in dust of Juniper Mine Heart shall glow a Martyr still to her Since then i 'm turn'd all heat had she not best Consult with coldnesse so to slake my breast No Fondling no then as the deeper well Makes fuell of the Ice my flame will swell Thou then the twang of whose Bow all commands Turn thy plum'd shafts to sacred fierbrands And make her Breast the Vestall Harth that she May sweetly burn in equall flames with me So Love's 'bove Nature this fire that sh'ant smother But both vie Ardour and maintaine each
other Sonnet To ELIZA upon May day morning 1649. 1. See! Fairest Virgins gather dew Wing'd Heralds blaze on every bough May's come if you say so t is true For thus your Power 's 'bove his that seasons sway He brings the Moneth but you must make it May. Arise Arise Bright eyes And silver over Beauties skies You set Noon's Night you up each Day Turns jolly May. 2. Now Venus hatches her young Doves This fruitfull Moneth's proper for Loves Though Aprill sayes like her it moves Full of sad change but you may chase away All showres with smiles and make all our days May. Arise Arise c. 3. All but you Love though all love you The Birds their song each morn renew Even Earth has dond her gaudy hue Since all things else are blith let your kind Ray Do more than Sol's and make in me too May. Arise Arise c. 4. May this Moneth last when bald Time shall Climb your fair Hill of Youth may all His steps be slip'rie and he back fall To Beauties Spring that your cheek may alway That lustre weare that now adorneth May. Arise Arise Bright eyes And silver over Beauties skies c. Song A Dialogue 'twixt Passion and Reason P. VVHy doth her smiling eye shoot Rayes Able to gild a Captives Dayes Which kindle in my Soul Desire R. ' Cause Love that dwels there is a fire P. But why is tender Pitty bar'd Out of her Heart that 's frozen hard And cold as ycie Scythia R. ' Cause Love 's a Nymph born o' the Sea And like her wavering Dame to be Is faithlesse as the Moon or Shee Chorus Love is cold and yet a fire T is a hot cold fiction A pleasant Affliction A fond Desire That puzzles Reason with a meer contradiction To ELIZA with my Cyprian Academy Lady NOw hath the Youthfull Spring unbound The Icie fetters of the Ground And ransom'd Flora from beneath The frosty Prison of the Earth Fresh cloaths of State she spreads upon The Downes in hope you 'd walke thereon And many fair flowers she doth create Your fair cheeks to imitate Then borrowes perfumes for her Birth From the Spicery of your Breath Shall I more barren than the thick Element be no I 'm more quick When she but leaves see fruits I bring Though scarce I fear well rellishing Their only excuse is they be Early in the yeers Infancy Even tender Weeds 'mong Sallads passe And young things claime to prettinesse These clusters if yet sowre of tast As being somewhat too soon Prest â—nd nipt with many an envious blast â—hus still may hope maturity â—rom the kind sunshine of your eye â—aign but to gild them with one Ray And evry sprig shall turn a Bay Green as that coy one And I 'l dare â—o swear they 're good when yours they are â—n you and shrines Divinity dwells That hallowes all your utensills So I may hope too your sweet Power Might make even me good were I Your R. B. Vpon a Black patch on ELIZA'S cheek cut in the form of an Heart VVHat 's this that holds that happy place Her Cheek and to requite such grace â—erves for a foyle unto her face â—uch Mole the Queen hot Hearts obay â—uch Spots she beares that makes Night Day â—uch Thone of Love wore Helena At distance like a Cloud it showes I' th' Skie when Morn doth first disclose Or like a Fly upon a Rose Near t is an Heart which being so nigh The Torrid Zone of her bright eye Is scorch'd into the Negro's die I guest it some poor Heart which late Died th' Martyr of her Love and Hate Now Mourner turn'd for its sad fate And for Reward of Loyalty Made by some pittying Destinie A mourning Star in Beauties skie Strait on my Breast my Hand was thrown From whence I found my Heart was flown And thought to claime this for mine own But mine flames bright like Juniper A Turtle Sacrifice to her Not turn'd a coal by black Despair Yet lively this doth Typifie My State me thought if January Should keep her Heart as Iune her eye But since my Heart will be her Guest May it not be shut out but rest For ay i' th' Paradise of her Breast Song The Rose 1. FFrom Eliza's Breast That sweet Nest Where my heart and Cupid rest I took a Rose-bud which flew thither For shelter from the droughty weather 2. Whilst a Place it held In that field Of Lillies with Violet Mazes rill'd It gathered all its sweetnesse there And smells not of it selfe but Her 3. I thought to kisse the Stalk but see It angry raiz'd it's fangs at me And prickt my lips in poor revenge For making it its sweet bed change 4. Whilst it therein laid In its shade Thousand Cupids frisk'd and plai'd With Fairy Graces thither come To prove her Breast Elizium 5. Whence had it this die Did the skie Lend it her Ruby Livery No No it only blusht to see Her cheeks excell its gallantry 6. See! so to be sham'd And be tane From her bosom the poor wan Languishing floure its leaves hath spred For Griefe and lies griefes Martyr dead 7. In it yet doth lie Fragrancy Thus must choycest Beauties die But as this after death shall be Still od'rous in their memory The Temper 1. CEase me with Ardour to infest Fierce Leo and Heavens burning stone Th' Idalian fire hath made my Breast Loves Africk Cupids Torrid Zone Or Aetna which doth feed such great Flames as I need no other Heat 2. Invested in thine icye tire Come hoary Hyems to my reliefe But yet I fear before my fire Thou l't drop away or else for Griefe Dissolve to briny tears to see My feaver and drown thy selfe and me 3. If Poison Poison can allay Sol fires extinguish with his beams Come Titan with thy scalding Ray Look out my flame If by th' extremes I chance to get a Calenture That 's cool to what I now endure 4. Cease Winter crown'd with Cristall ice To frigidate my Eliza. Her Heart 's the Court of Dian nice Who makes it Greenland Scythia Or Caucasus the frozen Station Of cold which needs no Augmention 5. She 's white enough and well may spare Thine ashie fleece a foyle to her Which when it sees it self so far Excell'd dissolves into a tear For spight it s not so fair as she It turnes durt foule as others be 6. Come Phaebus arm'd with scorching beams Besiege her with Iunes heat But I Fear e'r shee 'l thaw to amorous streames Thy selfe wilt freeze or from her eye The Cittadell o' th' God of Love Thou it be shot and my Rivall prove 7. If Snow can keep the Saplings warm If Wells be hottest in December Winter thy selfe with Ice go arme And come beleager evry member Till she yeelds Dian shall be sent Into perpetuall Banishment 8. When thou hast chas'd her from her hold And art possest thy selfe of it If by thy over-chilly cold She chance an Ague for to get
She shall extract from me such Cyprian heat As'l cast us both into a panting sweat The Lovers Sun 1. LEt age-dry'd Aeson Sacrifice To Sol and he whose weather-wise Autumnine joynts at evry blast Of Bore as keener Breath are cast Into a Palsie and do find As much adoe to stand i' th' wind And frost as the thatcht shud which he Erected in 's Minority And let Amyntas and the Swaine Whose Soule is corn and Hope the gain That the kindly-ripning Springs And Golden-headed Harvest brings Evry Yeer An Altar rear To the gay Planet of the East And with a fatted Horse him feast 2. Think not Loves tell-tale foe to see These Superstitious rites from me For I acknowledge unto you No Orgies or Allegiance due T is not thy Atom-thronged Beam Creates the Day in my esteem But bright ELIZA'S eyes which are Than thee more radiant by far Compar'd with them thou seem'st to me Like Bristow stones compar'd with thee Nor is 't thy abscence flaming stone That makes my christall day-light gone But when dear she Frownes upon me And shuts her eyes Oh then am I Involv'd in Tenebrosity 3. I owe not to thy sparkling Ray The benefit of Night or Day Did she ever smile thy light would be Just as uselesse unto me As is thy bicorn'd Sister Moon When sometimes she peeps out at Noon When my Saint shuts those heavenly lids Whose wink each daring thought forbids I hate to see thy glaring Light And love my melancholy Night I wish thy race were shorter yet For when my Souls fair Sun be set My heape of clay Needeth no Day Besides thou want'st enough of Light To make it day when she makes Night So smiles or frownes she me upon I either slight or wish thee gon 4. Nor owe I unto thee but Her All the foure Seasons of the yeer When Hyems hath benum'd the World And such a cold about it hurld As thou thy selfe hadst need to shine Wrapt in an Irish Gausopine If I obtaine a Glance of Her Or if her Name but strikes mine eare I am with a strange heat possest A Lightning's darted through my Breast And in my glowing Soul Desire Hath kindled such a Vestall fire As Trent and Thames With all their streames Shall ne'r quench but for aye shall burne And warm mine ashes in mine Urne 5. When thy fierce heat Olympick coal Hath crack'd and thaw'd the Icye Pole And thou hast wrought thy toylsom track Up to the losty Lyons back And thereon rid'st environed With beames ejected from thine Head That rive the ground and singe the Grasse And tan the jolly Shepherd esse The Oxe now grazes not but lies Tormented by the stinging Flies Or runs to find a cooler Bower I 'l slight thy Tyrannizing Power I 'l not in vain Wish frost againe But shroud me from that flame of thine In her sweet Grove of Eglantine 6. Neither canst thou for all thy heat Two Seasons at one time create But all succeed by turns In her All fower at one Time appeare The Spring perfum'd with fragrancy I' th' Violets of her veines I spie To evidence t is Summer Time Her Lips bear Cherries in their prime Wish I Autum Lo all the Year On her Cheek hangs a Katherine Pear And Apples on her Breast be set By Nature fairer far than that Which tempted Eve T' eat without leave If I desire a Winters Day Warm Snow upon her hands doth lay But Ah! which most I grieve to tell He also in her Heart doth dwell Vpon a black patch on ELIZA'S Breast cut in the form of a Dart. SUre Cupid thou hast lost thine Art See how neer yet in vain thy Dart Flew to my dearest dearest's Heart What triumphs can such Archery claim Reason would have thought in half this time You might have taken surer aime But Pardon I blaspheme in Jest Yet dread not thy Revenge i' th' least Thou canst not wound me more than th' hast But ' cause I 'de have thee not refuse Againe at her thy Bow to use I 'l cog and frame thee this excuse You gaz'd so long her eyes upon Far brighter than thy Psyche's own Or Heavens illustrating stone As dazled with the wondrous flame Alas you lost your levell'd aime And with halfe strength thine Arrow came Which losing th' point did side-waies fall And on her Breast hung like a small Anchor upon a free-stone wall To ELIZA with my Apology for PARIS SEe Sweet the Trojan Prince is come To you t' attend his finall doome His judgement oft hath Judged been And controverted Pro and Con But if you please t' allow it just He 'l henceforth scorne each Criticks gust And from your mouth our Oracle Wee 'l him Loves Minos ever call If my soft Muse you think ran low In blazing Cypria and I show But a pale shadow of her worth Alas t is ' cause I drew it forth Before your eye beames did inspire My fancy with Idalian fire If this I said for th' Queen of Love What had I said if you had strove In your behalfe but fairest then No Argument had needed been The least glance of your conquering eyes Had made the youth lay Beauties prize And 's Heart too at your feet without Which to prefer the smallest doubt And then he had not needed mee To coyne him this Apologie Such choice even Cato had approv'd And Caesar for it had him lov'd For this I 'l prove with smal expence of wit VENVS gat Beauties prize you merit it To ELIZA with a Tulip fashion'd Watch. Lady THis measure of Time accept with serene eye From him whose Love to you shall Time out-vie See! what disguise this spie of Day doth wear A Tulip as the forge its Garden were Indeed heat procreates even Flowers but this A peece of an Egyptian Mysterie is Time by a Flower denotes how suddenly Earths frailer crops bloom flourish fade and die In speciall Beauty that sweet Tulip hasts To waite on Time then use it whilst it lasts When these small clicking orbs you busie hear Panting in their round journey like the Spheres Think so my constant heart doth palpitate Towards you and th' Pulse of my Affections beat Ne'r to stand till shee that each happy thing Envies the peevish sister cuts the string Song The Maiden Blash VVHere hast thou been Aurora bright With Bacchus revelling last Night And now the Clarret thou drank'st there I' th' tincture of thy cheeks appear Or thou art turned Gallant gay And wilt perhaps to Court to Day And for thy more admired grace Hast painted thy enchanting face But Eliza has not revell'ing been Nor meanes to be i' th' Presence seen And yet the same Vermilion Her Rosie-tincted cheek is on Or Morn doth blush to see so far Her selfe excell'd in hue by her Else sure carnation Heaven doth die Her cheeks or they bepaint the skie Doubts Fearesâ— ROuze Erra Pater and erect a Scheme Tell tell me may I hope one cheering beame From my Loves
hold in Capite XVIII To Mrs Diana Willoby Vpon her marriage Day morning it being very dark and misty VVHy is the Sun so thrifty of his light Is it to shew a Lovers Day is Night No. I 've the Reason the God of amorous heat Takes up your eyes to light his torches at So bankrupt Sol the wandring Knight so fair ' Can't borrow thence one beam to gild the air Look then and rescue with a glimpse Divine From almost conquering clouds his fainting shine As with us Madam so it fares with him Without you shine all beames are sick and dim Astrologers the Lanthorn-men o' th' year Shall henceforth tell that from Diana cleer Sol borrowes light not she from his pale Ray Since you make both his and our Wedding Day XIX To his Rivall IPrethee why since Twins in Love we be May not one Mistris serve both thee and me Since in the Worlds embroidered Canopy Ther 's but one Virgo for the Gemini XX. The Rivalls Answer VVHilst both unmarried be there needs no strife One Mistris may serve two but not one Wife XXI To Sir Iohn Falstaffe THou think'st Sack makes men fat faith't makes them leane If they drink much of 't ' gainst the wall I mean XXII Vpon the Picture of my Nephew Mr. Iohn Man THe Simulachre of the Queen of Love In which Apelles cunning hand did prove It abler skill by adverse â—ates was crost But Art loath to have such a piece quite lost Only th' intended sex of Feminine Have Metamorphos'd into Masculine And though not Cypria t is a Young man Whose fittest Epithet is Cyprian XXIII Of Sutes TAylors are Liquids Lawyers be no Mutes Yet here they jump they both do live by Sutes XXIV Epitaph On ascolding Woman Sub persona mariti HEre lies my Wife interr'd oh how Good is't for her quiet and mine too XXV The Golden Age. THe Golden Age that gild such golden rimes Was but a Prophecie of our now Times Though somwhat antidated or Sans doubt Now the great Yeer of Plato's wheel'd about For this wherein Lawes Lives and all are sold Is or the Golden Age or th' Age of Gold XXVI To Kate common IF like loves like why should'st thou love the night And deeds of darknesse since thou art so light XXVII On the same TO sell her selfe is her chiefe care She is both her own shop and ware XXVIII On the same PEacocks and Whores are neer ally'd Since both their Tailes maintaine their Pride XXIX Occupations T Is an hard Time say Tradesmen if it so Continues our Haire soon through our Caps will grow But whosoever breakes who ever thrives Hoarse Lawyers will live and sweet-tooth'd Midwives Especially the last for young and old Stir every stone to make their trading hold T'wish their gain more than Lawyers is no sin They Jars these wish agreement friends between They live by fallings out these falling in XXX To an Antidated Cuckold THou said'st ' cause War makes Men scarce Women common Thou would'st ne'r marry lesse to som great woman Nor have thy hand thy tongue and oath beguild Thou 'st marry'd a great woman t' wit with child XXXI Women strongest VVHy should wee women th' weaker vessells call The vulgar Reason we put them next the wall When I 've heard say one Ladies single hair Can draw more than of Oxen twenty pair And lesse it be in constancy we men Th' exceed in strength nay th' Devill himself for when He showes his face he only makes weak fiend Our hair these make our flesh to stand on end XXXII To Mal Winter VVOuld'st know why thy name's Winter ther 's reason for 't Th' art like a Winters Day durty and short XXXIII To curst Tib. ' CAuse her low Husbands breeches are so short Long-shank't Tib raves and beates the Taylor for 't Peace Tib what need you care what weares the Else O cry a mercy you 'd weare them your selfe XXXIV To loan Tosse-pot AMongst couragious drinkers thou Dost surely bear the Bell. Though like a founder'd Jade thou look'st Yet thou draw'st passing well XXXV Campo-musae SIlvan by wagging of a bough Did becken me forth to see how The Spring the fair mother of Flowers Had given new coats to whistling Bowers In this gay Palace of the Spring To hear May's harmlesse Syrens Sing And teach Nimph Eccho aires I spread My limbes upon a spicy bed Of sweet though ordinary flowers Perfum'd with West winds balmy showers Here many a theam my fancy hit Each object drew my thoughts to it I saw the Marygold Clytie pale Her beauty to the Sun unvaile As if she hop'd he would be to her No longer coy but came to woe her I thought no Plant in all the Bower So like a woman as this Flower ' Cause when she feels a litle heat She opes her leaves and wide doth spread But she doth this whilst the Worlds eye Doth brave the East and gild the skie When he descends into the maine And makes night shee shuts-close again With that my Muse her Theam did vary Knowing Women do the contrary XXXVI To my Lady Venetia Grey MAdam from whom vertue might copies take And Nature learn more beauteous forms to make Chide not my Muse your humblest servant when Even in your softer sex she spares not sin Since this e're was and e're shall be her care To tax the crimes but yet the persons spare XXXVII To the same on her Wedding day morning GOod morrow to the Bride who only can Show us the Day Sol like a Servingman Attends her windowes whilst she sits undrest He Westward seems though newly rosâ—â—â—th ' East XXXVIII To my Poetique friend I. S. DAphne is star-proof fork'd bolts never Her flourishing trunk could split or sever She having then secured thine head What need'st thou foul tongues thunder dread XXXIX To Poetaster OF Admiration Ignorance is Sire But I know thee therefore I don't admire XL. To fiery Face TElling som pranks of thee plump Jack you blam'd Me and desir'd lest I should make ye asham'd Your name to hide why fear'st thou that Jack tush Thy face is shame-proof Scarlet cannot blush XLI Too a covetous Puritan A Crosse you dare not see for you From that and neck-weed feare your due XLII To the same CRosses you hate and wish them banish'd hence Reform your Purse first cast away your pence XLIII To a Detractor I Thank thee Aristarchus or stark Asse For taking with a sowre Tobacco face My Lines in Snuff still spitting on each Letter For this makes me review and make them better XLIV Past recovery Hei mihi quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbis VVHen sage Lycurgus Sparta's Law inactor Made mulcts for this and th' other Malefactor No Penalty for Paricides he set Thinking none would so foule a crime commit So Aesculape the Physic Deitie Gave salves for every other Malady But none for Loves sore ' cause he thought indeed No Liver so corrupt was such a Plague to breed XLV Perfumed corruption YOu that quaffe Amber and with Musk-cats lie Embalming your corrupt bodies 'fore you die Who rottennesse to make sweet by Perfumes think Lose coine and time to gain a dearer stink FINIS