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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A29976	Chorus poetarum, or, Poems on several occasions by the Duke of Buckingham, the late Lord Rochester, Sir John Denham, Sir Geo. Etheridge, Andrew Marvel, Esq., the famous Spencer, Madam Behn, and several other eminent poets of this age.	Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687.	1694 (1694)	Wing B5309; ESTC R3195	38,769	192

prudent what well chosen Joys Dost thou with speed the flying Fair pursue Beauty leads on and Pleasure is in view Oh! boldly follow she 's reserv'd for you Retiring Modesty and Triumphant Love In her warm Breast a doubtful Combat move She yields she yields I see the blushing Maid Storm'd from without by you within betray'd By her own Heart no longer can hold out The Victor enters now the long maintain'd Redoubt Or to this Joy do choicest Books succeed Which you with Judgment choose with Judgment read Searching the ancient Stores of Greece and Rome And bring from thence their useful Treasures home Or does some honest some delightful Friend With easie Conversation recommend The sparkling Wine while Wit and Mirth attend CONGREVE the matchless rising Son of Fame Whom all Men envy tho' they dare not blame HOPKINS whose Mind and Muse both without Art Gives him a well fixt Title in your Heart DUNKAN whose Wit and Reason each man loves Charms us like Beauty and like Books improves EYTON whom Vice becomes of Vigour full Foe to the Godly Covetous and Dull Thus while in Town so early you possess Whatever perfects Life and Happiness And in their turns do all the Pleasures know Which Learning Beauty Friendship can bestow In this Retreat I 'm pleas'd in following you In a wild Maze of Thoughts and so dear Friend adieu A SONG By C. H. Esq I. IN all the dismal Rage of War Undaunted and unmov'd I stood I march'd insensible of Fear Thro' Storms of Fire and Show'rs of Blood II. Amidst the Dangers of the Field Defensive Arms can Aid afford Fate finds resistance from the Shield And Foes are conquer'd by the Sword III. Here I am left without a Guard Helpless as naked Indians slain And fear to seize the least Reward In lieu of all my mighty pain IV. I dare not snatch the smallest Bliss Such is the awful Love that charms me Shou'd I presume to force a Kiss One angry Glance from her disarms me A SONG By the same I. WHile others with the taste of Bliss The Faith of Loyal Slaves approve And oft engage 'em with a Kiss You more unkindly starve my Love II. Soldiers oppress'd with too much Toil Halt often ere the Battle 's done Till having partly shar'd the Spoil They spur with fiercer Courage on III. Thus Israel's Host began to faint In marching o'er the Desart Sand Their Vigour and their Patience spent Ere yet they reach'd the promis'd Land IV. But when they saw in Show'rs of Rain The wondr'ous Food profusely given Encourag'd to renew their pain They Journey'd on to purchase Heav'n A Translation out of the Priapeia The Complaint of Priapus for being Veil'd By C. B. Esq TH' Almighty's Image of his Shape afraid And hide the noblest Part e'er Nature made Which God alone succeeds in his creating Trade The Fall this Fig-leav'd Modesty began To punish Woman by obscuring Man Before where e'er his stately Cedar mov'd She saw ador'd and kiss'd the thing she lov'd Why do the Gods their several Signs disclose Almighty Jove his Thunderbolt expose Neptune his Trident Mars his Buckler shew Pallas her Spear to each Beholder's View And poor Priapus be alone confin'd T' obscure the Women's God and Parent of Mankind Since free-born Brutes their Liberty obtain Long hast thou * Anima ex Traduce Journey-work'd for Souls in vain Storm the Pantheon and demand thy Right For on this Weapon 't is depends the Fight Rawleigh 's Ghost in Darkness Or Truth cover'd with a Veil By Andrew Marvel Esq Britannia AH Rawleigh when thou didst thy Breath resign To Trembling James wou'd I had yielded mine Cubs didst thou call ' em Hadst thou seen this Brood Of Earls of Dukes of Princes of the Blood No more of Scottish Race thou wouldst complain Those would be Blessings in this spurious Train Awake arise from thy long bless'd Repose Once more with me partake of mortal Woes Rawleigh What mighty Power hath forc'd me from my rest Ah! mighty Queen why so unseemly drest Britannia Favoured by Night conceal'd in this Disguise Whilst the lewd Court in drunken slumbers lies I stole away and never will return Till England knows who did her City burn Till Cavaliers such Favourers be deem'd And Loyal Sufferers by the Court esteem'd Till Commons Votes cut Noses Guards disband Till Atheist L shall leave this Land Till K a happy Mother shall become Till Charles love Parliaments and James hate Rome Rawleigh What fatal Crimes make you for ever flie Your own Land Court and Progeny Britannia A Colony of French possess the Court Pimps Priests Buffoons the Privy-Chambers sport Such slimy Monsters ne'er approach'd the Throne Since Pharaoh's Reign nor so defil'd a Crown I' th' sacred Ears Tyrannic Arts they croak Pervert his Mind and good Intentions choak Tell him of Golden Indies Fairy Lands Leviathans and absolute Commands Thus Fairy like the King they steal away And in his place a Lewis Changeling lay How oft would I 've him to himself restor'd In 's Left the Seal in 's Right Hand plac'd the Sword Taught him their use what Danger would ensue To those that try to separate these two The Bloody Scotish Chronicles turn'd o'er Shew him how many Kings in purple Gore Were hurl'd to Hell by learning Tyrant's Lore The other day fam'd Spencer I did bring In lofty Notes Tudor's bless'd Reign to sing How Spain's proud Power her Virgin Arms contrould And Golden Days in peaceful Order rowl'd How like ripe Fruit she drop'd from off the Throne Full of grey Hairs good Deeds and great Renown So the Jessean Hero did appease Saul's stormy Rage and check'd his Black Disease So the learn'd Bard with artsul Song represt The swelling passions of his Canker'd Breast Then to confirm the Cure so well begun To him I threw this glorious setting Sun How by the Peoples Love pursu'd from far Set mounted on a bright Triumphant Carr Out-shining Virgo or the Julian Star Whilst in Truth 's Mirrour the glad Sun I spy'd Entred a Dame bedeck'd with spotted Pride Four Flower-de-Luces in an Azure Field Her Crest doth bear the ancient Gallick Shield By her usurp'd she brought a bloody Sword Inscrib'd LEVIATHAN the Soveraign Lord Her Tow'ry Front a fiery Meteor bears From Exhalations bred of Blood and Tears Around her fierce ravenous Curs complain Plague Death Slavery fill her pompous train From th' easie King she Truths fair mirror took Upon the Ground in spightful rage it broke And frowning thus with proud disdain she spoke Are Thred-bare Vertues Ornaments for Kings Such poor Pedantic Toys teach Underling Do Monarchs rise by Virtue or the Sword Who e'er grew great by keeping of his word Vertue a faint Green-Sickness to brave Souls Dastards their Hearts their active Hands controuls Their Rival Gods Monarchs of th' other World This mortal Poyson amongst Princes hurl'd Fearing the mighty projects of the Great Shou'd drive them from their proud Celestial seat If not o'er-aw'd