then cease to quilt A web of specious lies upon your guilt This aggravates what I of late suspected Heav'n will not you should thus passe undetected Great Sir quoth they you justly may upbraid Us with your love we justly are betrayd The fact is clear what shall we then allege To clear our selves and who shall be our pledge Wee scarce have blood in all our veins great Lord Enough to stain your Vice-revenging sword Creat Sir we beg if bondage expiates Our Crime then mercy rules among the Fates Nay quoth the Lord my heart 's not Adamant No rocky Isle where such like Furies haunt Nor hath my Soul so liquorish a gust That nought but blood can satiate her lust Mercy and Justice here are neer a kin Our mercy here 's still greater than the sin Think I have pitty on your Fathers age Nor will enslave you all in vassalage I 'll onely recompence upon that Youth That had my Cup bonds for his breach of truth No sore-tormenting Probe unto the quick More deeply searcht a wound nor of the sick No launcet hit more sure the master-vein Than did his Lordships words pierce through each swain Who ever thus in tearms accutely coucht Rub'd on the matter they would have untoucht Some beg'd some wept and some confus'dly mutter'd Some indigested resolutions utter'd At last quoth Judah humbly on his knee Great Sir yet what you spake your vow decree Let not your anger flame that I so rude In language and in habit thus intrude You ask'd when first wee hither did repair Doth yet your Father breath the common air Have you alive a Brother more at home Our speech in devious falshoods did not come But kept truths rode quoth we Our Father 's old Half wearied Fate doth yet her distaff hold We have a Brother more a youthfull page Whom He esteems the comfort of his age His Fathers joy since his deceased Brother The onely Son of his expired mother And since our Father 's old and lame and dim He only walks and breaths and sees in him Then saidst thou as a witness of your truth Bring down your Brother let me see the youth Great Sir quoth we our Brother stands between Death and our Fathers lamp as th' only screen And He remov'd our Sires declining snuff Would soon b'extinguisht by some envious puff Yet saidst thou to thy servants bring the Child If that you will we shall be reconcil'd All this we to our Father did rehearse With the proceedings of our last commerce Our Corn exhausted there was long dispute 'T wixt Want and Nature we renew'd our sute To him to send our brother and at large Importunately urg'd your Lordships charge So quoth our father were I most forlorn By Rachaell I had two children born Whereof one parting hence became a feast Ay me I fear unto some rav'nou Beast With whom fled half my life then leave his Brother 'T were Paricide to take away the other O think my sons should you remove the prop That stayes my age I in my grave should drop Were there a Chrystall window in each Brest We know no more than what we have confest Now should we home and leave his son behind As with Prophetick doubts his fear divin'd Both hope and life would fail him should I know That I my self were the unhappy Bow Through whom false death aim'd her remorsless dart To the true mansion of my Fathers heart What should I do that shall both guilty seem Both of my Brothers loss and death of him I to my Sire was surety for the youth Have pitty on his age and on my truth When death quoth I my lamp of life shall quench May my good name dy in a noysome stench And with like vows I heaven did implore If I his son not safely did restore Then if my Lord please to reverse his doom I 'd gladly serve bound in my Brothers room Great Sir be pleas'd t' admit me in exchange I 'd weary cruelty and mock revenge I 'd count deaths sentence but an idle breath Yer I 'd seem guilty of my Fathers death Good Sir have pitty I would dare to meet A Thunderbolt wrapt in a lightning sheet Yet I 'd provoke a Fathers angry gall Since Parents curses are Propheticall As a new tun'd Cask of unpurged Wine Wind pris'ned in the earth or like a Mine The one if clos'd will make a furious vent The other break forth in a thundring rent Such were his Lordships tears such was his joy Which Passion though it long seem'd strange and coy And fickle in the wooing th' end did prove In it was coucht a Brothers tender love Which he no more was able to resist Than the quick pulse that thumpt within his wrist And joy like wind impris'ned in the earth Will shake th' hearts center but 't will have a birth Now since he could no longer thus contest H'intended secretly t' unlock his breast Shame that 's sins daughter wer 't not for this care Might here have prov'd the mother of despair Open reproofs like an impetuous rain Do wash away but not refresh the grain Now would he think to speak and then retreat Then on the prize his heart a charge would beat And though the cause as yet obscurely slept Yet Pharaohs servants heard him while he wept At last he thus began I Joseph am Is th' Oyl yet spent that fed my Fathers flame This on the porches of their ears he beat But all in vain that sense had left her seat And with the eyes by horrour scattered Had to the brain as an Asylum fled Yet being the kingly hearts chief centinells He by degrees dismist them from their cells For sense-bereaving horrors are like lees Which being once stirr'd will sinke but by degrees Now when they something had expell'd their fears Hee with these speeches board anew their ears I am your brother Joseph whom you sold Is yet my Father ' mongst th'alive inroll'd Come neer and see I have no false reserves Come on this visage spend your visive nerves I am the same as when you took my coat Though chang'd in hiew and of a rougher throat Though heav'n have chang'd my Fortune years my stature Nor time hath chang'd my love nor clime my nature Fear not the fact though gross shall not be blaz'd 'T is from the book of my remembrance rac'd Then judge your selves not rashly bless the deed For I was promis'd to preserve your seed Two years are past wherein remorsless dearth Hath knit the bowels of the teeming earth And yet these five years Nile in vain shall flowe The Husband-man in vain shall plough and sow Like a true Alchimist hath providence Drawn Honey from the Poyson of offence You sold God sent me hither heav'n be blest That turn'd your very sin unto the best Hast then with winged swiftness and infuse Fresh spirits in our Father with this news Say thus saith Joseph whom thou thoughtst to be Seal'd in the bosome of
whose presence would disperse Such vapours vice could here have no commerce Declining was no wonder there appears If pitchie vapours now did blot the sphears Which Joseph knew when he in humble sort Vnto his father brought their ill report Yet not in base revenge and ranc'rous spleen As is in some maligning Brethren seen Who strive to raise the Trophies of their name And Triumph on the Tombes of others shame Or some as if their envie were so nice To wound the Person and to spare the Vice But Joseph's heart with Zealous sorrow bleeds While to his father he reheaâ—st their deeds Nay further thus he did exasperate His Brethrens spleen and mov'd their sweiling hate Quoth he Dear Brethren not a foggy stream From a distemper'd liver no vain theam Ingrost my fancie when thus by your leaves I dreampt you and my self were binding sheaves My sheaf me thought rose up all your's in signe Of duty did obeysance unto mine His Brethren start and check him how so plain And must thou thus become our King and raign True in your robes your Majestie 's impall'd Oh how we long to see your grace install'd A scepter for him no thou sawcy swain A Rod to whip thee to thy wits again Nay further harmlesse Joseph did incur Their hate which needed not a second spur Brethren quoth he No aim to disinherit You of your Birth-right 't is no private Spirit My head like th' highest region of the air From all such Meteors is pure and fair I dream'd the Sun and Moâ—â— did with a troop Of'leven starrs unto mee humbly stoop No sooner spoke but all his Brethren rouz One stamps and fumes another frownes and vowes Must Father Mother and we all eleven Submit to thee how long since cam'st from heaven When is your Majestie 's inauguration King of your country Father of your nation These Temples are too stately to be bound With rosie Chaplets no they must be crown'd These armes of late too massie grown to weigh The worthlesse sheephook must a scepter sway Joseph takes all with an unfurrow'd brow And mildly crowcheth with a lowly bow Anon unto his Father tells again The heav'nly dreams of his inspired brain Who though his son was yet in years but green It fills him more with wonder than with spleen Quoth he Thine and thy Brothers purity Spark like a constellation in my skie In whom Vice ne'r could get a patronage Free from the sins that do ingross this age But that I with the rest shall prostitute Submissively to thee I yet dispute This in the Brethren had ill blood begotten Which by hot rage was soon to rancour rotten And yet no opportunity had been That they might vomit their impostum'd spleen Time was when youthfull Joseph's Brethren fed Their fleecy charge on Shechems flow'ry bed Anon-their wanton Lambkins further rov'd And they with them to Dothan next remov'd When Jacob calling Joseph to his tent With such like words him to his Brethren sent Run and make hast again my darling son On whose life 's thread that of my life is spun I through whose Organs breath my life and whose Eys if long absent mine would quickly close These apples in thy cheek my pretty page Are th' onely food that do sustain my age Thou knowst in Shechem now thy Brethren are Run and bring how they and their flocks do fare Obedience wing'd with loyalty now posts With nimble speed to Shechems past'rall coasts And finding not his Brethren there he wanders In crooked by-paths mazes and Meanders Thus roved he perplex'd till found by one Who told him they to Dothan late were gone Thither he bends and might anon behold His Brethren and their flocks as late was told One of his Brethren seeing him in hast Cryes yonder commeth our Enthusiast All with consent giv'd way to headstrong fury Sans the convention of the sacred Jury Of reason love and faith Joseph must die Grim death shall cast him in a Lethargy Then when he wakes let him with dreams out-brave Our thoughts thus slain let 's cast him in some Cave This said thus starts up Reuben Heav'n forbid We should be guilty all of fratricide Forbear the milder Citizens of th' wood Upon each tree will carve this theam of blood Forbear the Fish will lose their being mute Each Bird ' gainst murther quaintly will dispute Forbear our Lambs with bleating Oratory When they come home will tell of Josephs story Our Heards miscarry and each pregnant Ew Enix abortive Lamb-kins at the view Forbear the raging winds will burst their lungs And in articulate tones pronounce his wrongs O be not taught by self-experience Consider Cains just curse for this offence And since God is the same can we expect But like proceedings should have like effect Yet if your charity cannot forgive Then let humanity grant that he live Into the pit let 's cast the silly Swain So spoke that he might set him free again This said our nimble youth with active pace Where they consulted had attaind the place All rush on him God save our Soveraign sheaf Nay prethee speak not resolution 's deaf Do'st blush wee 'l empty all these veins of blood As clean as is thy soul from grace and good This is the coat this that Majestick sute To which we all must humbly prostitute A coat of Sack-cloth for to expiate Thy sin and to appease deserved hate Far better would become thee thou shalt die Pale death shall cloath thee in her livery What not a word unless you wear a Crown Pray knit your brows wee 'l tremble at your frown I prethee weep I prethee sigh my Boy That we may dance that we may sing for joy Let 's place him on yon-hillock for a throne Then to his Majestie wee 'll all fall proue Come come strip off this coat and next prepare For to uncloath thy soul why dost thou stare Rapt in some strange Enthusiasm we know Death quoth another shall intrance him now At this our youth grew pale his blood retreats And to his heart a fierce alarum beats Knees bended hands expans'd erected eye All silent Rhet'rick of humility Got nought but this We will without remorse Of soul and body make a quick divorce Like poor Absyrtus by his Sister slain Or wretched Itis so he beg'd in vain Quoth he I doe not use this bootless strife For to obtain that worthless name of life I fear not death yet Brethren pittie take If not for mine yet for my Fathers sake Since ther 's a God to Heaven I appeal If I you hate may not the stones conceal But give me strait the lie my soul is white Black guilt on her ne'r could such trespass write If that it could then I would never grudge Nay should my self-condemn were I my Judge Had I deserv'd death I 'd yeeld to dye Justice should swill untill my veins were dry Oh how his pittie-pleading eyes would view Now sadly one then to another sue Then to their
unrelenting Brests would fly Clasping their necks Sweet Brethren pitty me The true imagination of his pains Doth make my blood carcer within my veins When I think on 't my passion is so wild I start and cry as present Save the child My fingers fayl and in perplex'd demurs Instead of words my pen indenteth blurs My heart doth quake my joints are all benum'd My trembling tongue unto my jaws is gum'd Yet not for him alone but for my Saviour Of whom he was the type with worse behaviour They used him of old let every age At once present their Scenes upon one Stage And all the miseries in History Coucht in most tragick prodigality And in most gorgeous rhetorick exprest Yet his but in their naked colours drest Would shew most gaudy such as would inforce Ev'n Pagans unto mourning and remorse Anon our Brethren did deliberate Not to extenuate but defer their hate Till all the horrour of their wittiest rage Might wait on death in horrid equipage Mean while of Reubens counsell they admit And void of mercy cast him in the pit Where if they meant him meat for Wolves or Bears Or in the empty pit to drown in tears Or left him there a prey to greedy famine The text is silent nor may I examine Mild Reuben joyfull that by this perswasion He stopt their fury thought by this evasion When the dark night might with his care conspire To free young Joseph from his Brethrensire Wherefore he cri'd I 'm void from this offence Bear witnesse heaven of my Innocence Now when they had left Joseph and were dining And in a bloody synod were combining They lifted up their eies and might discern A company which they anon might learn Were Midianites whose trade was merchandice As Gilead Balm gum mirrh and fragrant spice For Egypt on their bunch-back'd Camels bound Which seen thus Judah riseth from the ground Brethren quoth he the blood in Josephs veines The self same tincture with our own retaines And from the self-same chanell it derives As we do that which actuates our lives He is our flesh let not his blood be spilt Since murther cann't be hid lest that the guilt On us and our posterity intail A curse from death let forefight be his bayl Come then let 's sell him to yon merchant-crew And then see what will of his dreams ensue The Brethren all assent to this advice And one is sent to barter for the price Quoth he Good sirs we have in yonder cave A smooth-fac'd lad whom you may buy your slave Whom we would sell at reasonable price Of gold or silver mirth sweet balm or spice Mean while our youth blessing their cruelty That yet where God sate thron'd he saw the skie Thus prayd Great God of Angels and of Man Who metest out yon heavens with the span Who stretch'st them like a curtain and canst roll Them up together like a Parchment scroll I 've not deserv'd this at my Brethrens hands Yet greater by transgressing thy commands And since thou by the hate dost me reprove Of those of whom I most did hope for love 'T is just ' gainst thee I oft commit offence Who most of me expectedst reverence Yet if I by my Brethren yeeld my breath O pardon me and pardon them my death No sooner had he voyc'd this prayer when His furious Brethren had approacht the den Whence having took him up by tackled cords Who look'd for nought but death they use these words Look you quoth one look yonder are thy masters Wee 'll give thee time to weep at thy disasters Forsake thy native for a forreign land Where this fair skin shall be Sun-parch'd and tand Prepare these dainty limbs t' endure the gripes Of hardest labour and these sides for stripes Prepare this dainty palate to be parch'd With thirst this stomach to be hunger-search'd Quoth Joseph if you will not pitty take For mine nor Jacobs then for heavens sake Here let me starve here let me dig my grave Within this pit O sell me not a slave I 'd weep such characters my tears should trace Such Water-works upon my blubberd face Whose intricate Meanders should out-vie Trajans or Bushells in Hydrography His mones no more appease their raging minds Than can a Sea-mans whistle still the winds But him for twenty silver pieces sell And with a scornfull look they bid farewell As Arethusa through the mazes led Of the dark earth through her inclosed bed At length makes passage so my sorrow swels O'r flows my Brain and drowns my brinie cels Their names and natures seem to suit each other Judas sold Christ and Judah sold his Brother And when I sin how can't be understood But that I 'm guilty of my Saviours blood I sold him and he bought me yet in vain For I each day doe barter him again Sins are too pregnant that they should appear So far remov'd only in Plato's year Their Brother by the Patriarks of old After our Saviour was by Iudas sold Men are liv'd o'r again O could our times Non guilty plead from such unnat'rall crimes For spurious vices are hereditary Though th' ages vanish and the seasons vary Now nights dark mantle had the world behung Nights Quirister her ev'ning notes had sung And carefull Reuben thinking all secure Darkness at hand that might his care mature Unto his Brother hies and comming near He cries aloud dear Brother Ioseph hear No answer made unto a higher strain He tunes his voice aloud to rouze the Swain None but an echo answers with his fist Then thumps his Breast lest death and sleep had kist Then carefull fear makes nearer scrutiny Believing not his ear he trusts his ey And finding him not there sadly returns Unto his Brethren rents his cloaths and mourns The child is not then I I will not home But like savage Satvr hence will come Like a wood-Cit'zen on the same accounts With Bears and Wolves I 'd dine and sup by ounce You never suckt the Breasts of Wolves or Bears That you should be obdurate to his tears Since he is slain where have you him inhears'd Which of you hath his guiltlesse bosome piec'd Fear you not Rachel will appear anon And to our Father mone her murtherd son And with strong dreams at night intrance his spirit You for a blessing may a curse inherit Had rage no other countermine in store Against contempt but death what could it more At this they all stood mute none was so bold For to reply that Josoph's bought and sold Untill that one more boldly for the rest To mourning Reuben all the truth confest That done the coat which they from Joseph stript I' th' blood of a young tender Goat they dipt Christs cloaths were parted Josephs dipt in blood May ne'r by them our Church be understood May ne'r our Church lie tinctur'd in her gore Not rent by Shismaticks I heav'n implore Nor heresies may not that lovely Spouse Be forc'd nor Goats upon that Vineyard
vassall thus inslav'd I grant sweet Joseph hath a peerless beauty But can his loyally dispense with duty He owes his master Potiphar her Lord And fear'st thou not his lust-revenging sword But what quoth she let fore-sight wait one age Youth ne'r to counsell sues for Patronage Let fab'lous fears present their bug bear faces And marshall all their horrours yet the basis On which my resolution grounds my love What terrour can but shake what fear remove Now this resâ—lv'd upon what flight evasion Hath critick reason and what vain perswasion Wer 't not for gifts this face perswades alone Since he hath eyes and ears he may be won Pregnant with hopes impariently she tends Till time might provent Pander for her ends And long had sweating lost conspir'd with fraud Untill faâ—â—e Opportunity the Baud To sâ—ch designs appointed time and place When she uninterrupted pleads her case Dear Jâ—seph long with hopes my brest hath teem'd Time long unfleg'd and â—â—llow wing'd hath seem'd Til they deliver'd by the Midwifry Bâ— of this happy Opportunity Which since it smiles on us I hope my love Shall not by coy neglect abortive prove Why starts thou at love nam'd why dost thou scorn 'T is to and for love that we all were born Frown not but speak yet speak not while you frown I will not hear nay pray you shall not down What is it that thou fearest no spie waits To fright our dalliance to distracted straits Pray leave these niceties and give a kisse As happy Prologue to ensuing bliss Come youth I 'll set thee in a showr of gold And rain down Pearls upon thee nay be bold Pray smooth this brow these clowdy looks inform That some dislike is raising of a storm Madam quoth he excuse if I explode This your request 't is sin against my God How can I then do this this massie roof That thus contains us is not thunder proof How can my loyalty break down the verge Of reason love and duty since the charge Of all to me is granted you except What hath my Lord from me detain'd or kept Which would much aggravate this gross abuse So farre beyond remission as excuse Now here was beauty if he had been fond Beauty with beauty here might correspond Here were large promises that might inchant A stern refusall to a silent grant Since heaven was his love it is no wonder If less he fear'd her frown than heavens thunder Not willing to desist at this repulse Our Amorist with second thoughts consults First fearing lest her faces nice perusall Might in the lad occasion this refusall Her glasse she curses grief her heart doth gnaw I thought quoth she these beaming eyes could thaw E'n frost-congealed veins and might suffice To melt a heart though moated round with yee But I 'm deceiv'd by Chemosh and you light My nayles could damn you to eternall night And on this face could act a Martyrdome Bite off this fruitless tongue and hence live dumb Alas poor ornaments despised tresses Contemned promises deceiving dresses Love took me pris'ner yet I could take arms And now what wit what counsell-countercharms Can exercise my love love 's spirit lies Beyond the reach of all our sorceries What patience can conceal 't What reason smother False expectation is a curst Stepmother With what an Usury doth she extort An ages longing for a minutes sport But joy with grief Fate on one Bottome spins And pain and pleasure often-times are twins Though Pain 's the elder yet to the forlorn Anon Joy th'younger Sister will be born On this our Lover Deifies Perswasion And with a Godhead she invests Occasion Shee 'll try once more though shame do countermand Though life with death in equall ballance stand Despair and Hope long in her Brest contested Untill her mem'ry time and place suggested And now how slowly Phoebus snailes his course And draws his fiery Coach with founderd horse The wings of flagging Time are clipt he feels The keyes of sleep and death weigh'd at his heels Occasion serving her you may conceive Our wanton Amorist thus playes the Eve Dear Joseph Fate and Fortune have conspir'd For to mature the sute I late desir'd Then let 's no longer this our bliss prorogue But now close up our loving Epilogue Why looks disdain asquint this forehead furld In angry folds Survey this little world What beautie 's in the world my type surmiz'd That 's not in me more gloriously compriz'd My Eyes dim Phoebus light my Cheeks the sphears And what deformed clouds on them appears Each beauty here 's a star only from hence My Jâ—â—eph doth disdain their influence The Sun 's all eye the walls can do no wrong By palate throat two lips four teeth and tongue Then fear no spies these frowns shall never daunt They 'r but an Introduction to a grant What fear'st the light the windows shall be seeld Since love is blind Come do not frown but yeeld Quoth hee What means this chat this bootless flattr'y Remove your Siege my Fort disdains the Batt'ry O let your face and deeds be Relatists Where heaven grace and beauty in one twists 'T is a rare mixture else for what 's this face Your world doth want his Sun if void of Grace Is lustfull Sodoms fiery doom forgot Or was 't not heard me thinks the room 's too hot This Curtain 's woven in too thin a loom To bear out forked lightning and this room Not built of such unmalleable stuff But the same God can thunderbolt it through What Mimick figures doth this Face assume To set forth Passion use this fruitless rheum Distilling from your Eyes to purge your guilt For to this purpose all in vain are spilt On this Iemsar madly ruminates Fortune 's a Strumpet who but Bawds the Fates Occasion is a Traitress 't is no slander If Venus be call'd Where Cupid a Pander Anon she frets and fumes vext with the pride That she should be neglected and deni'd Then rails on Nature ' cause her beauties vigour Could not prevail then threats her with this rigour Poor face quoth she my nails could quote in scarrs And trace thy shame in bloudy characters These Eyes these Eyes are Basilisks else sure Where they are thus avoided might allure Then since that nought avails this idle breath I 'll to my glass and look my self to death Weak Hair How often have I thought in vain That you in amorous guives could Hero's chain Are you thus slighted can a servile groom Break through your tresses like a Spiders loom I 'd gladly Reason re-admit my tutor And friendly counsell as her Coadjutor But where some beauties cloy the appetite His sets a sharper edge upon delight Let reason chat so with attentive grisle Rough Boreas hearkens to the Sea-mens whistle For what who but a leaden-spirited clown Will fearfully stand bent at ev'ry frown True Resolution hath my temper steel'd Which back will spring till broke will never yeeld Long Summers crown the long expected
primes And who will gain his ends must wait on times Where pleasure 's principall pain paies the use Of Fate and Fortune now she begs excuse And Love with whom she madly late contested Is in his Deity now re-invested who 'll not endure Love's pecking Doves shall smart For his impatience with his angry dart To those that yeeld Love is a gracious Queen A tyrant to a refractory spleen Somtimes she fears suspition might discover To Putiphar she was her Vassals lover And then what slight or what insinuation Can free her from his just repudiation But Fear 's a Pigmie drest in Gorgons cloaths To gain her ends shee 'll break all nuptiall oaths On Lovers perjuries they say Joves smiles And Love is still auspicious to such Wiles As did Semiramis once woo her Nine So likewise our Egyptian Messaline Occasion serving her you may surmize Thus makes her third assault upon her prize Look dear how Time hath granted what I claim'd And Chance presents the scope to which I aim'd Let 's not delay of my request accept And in my graunt let Nature have her debt Thou to a Father wert a Child I gather That to a Child thou mightst become a Father Pray do not thus discourteously impeach Me as before hear till I end my Speech Yet in my suing looks if I were mute Thou mightst most plainly read my loving sute Regard these Tears Pearls of so rare esteem Which Pharoh if a Captive might redeem What 's here shouldst thou of envie take advice What 's here deformed that thou shouldst be nice Here 's symmetry no ill-proportion'd frame Nature and Art herein deserve no blame My sinewes active are my spirits quick Are as thine own they 'r neither grâ—ss nor thick Which granted speak who but a sensless stone To such requests as these would not be prone Madam quoth he my resolution 's fixt Nor with ambiguous doubts at all is mixt Were you an Angell come from heav'n and mov'd Me to this sute I never would have lov'd Which yer I grant conceive that Heav'n and Hell Things inconsistent incompatible Shall in harmonious unity combine Yer I one thought to your request incline Though nature you with choysest parts endows My ey shall never countermand my vows I hate not love but that intemp'rate flame Of burning lust that thus usurps his name Love at a heav'nly beam doth light his torch While hellish flames the lust-allured scorch Much more than this for sacred love I 'd speak The text is old the oratory weak Pray speak no more my ears do burn for shame To hear your talk my cheeks are all aflame Thus daily did our pathick Amorist The fair Iempsar in her sute persist And Joseph's truth as bold was as her lust Denies to violate his faith and trust Oft did his ears pump her invention dry And then her sighes her meaning would supply And as some doe observe the visage keeps The self-same figures when it laughs and weeps So various were her passions none could read In hers where that she smil'd or wept indeed Had but the Syrens to Ulysses sung So sweetly as here woo'd Iemsars tongue 'T is thought Ulysses had though ne'r so chast Broke through the yeelding Cable burst the Mast His mens unsealed ears charm'd by her notes Had left their empty ship to Neptunes floats Now would she strike her Brests then otherwhiles Weep tears would cheat even the Crocodiles Ne'r was a Roe more weary of her chase Ne'r timerous Hare to shun the Hunters trace Doubled more folds or made more neer escapes Than to avoid her he did vary shapes And when he ever would himself unmew Shee like disdained Echo still would sue Or like his shadow only had not fled Had he returned to her lustfull Bed Iempsar at young Josephs chast regrets Is madly malecontent and thus she frets Shall expectation longer dull my sense Or I turn'â— o'r to racking patience Stoop I so low and in my sute so serious And is this Lad so sullen and imperious Shall I shall I who was so nobly born Thus prove a â—ropâ—â—â— to my vassals scorn Shall I whose words can either save or doom Thus â—ive as sentenc'd by my servile groom Shall I whose powrfull face was wont to bow The stoutest Monarchs to an amorous vow Be thus despis'd contemn'd condemn'd rejected My promise slighted and my faith suspected I 'll make him know by dear experience What 't is a womans fury to incense Women are Angels grant to what they mov'd Deni'd are Furies hate what e'r they lov'd But yet there are some hopes perhaps this Boy Is out of inexperience thus so coy A bold assault perchance may win the crown Then will I thunder if he dare to frown The sweetest Wine hath still the sharpest lees And water heat once coold will hardest freeze Seeing thus my resolution hath decreed Let Venâ—â— or Alecto be my speed Ne'r could our haunted youth have the enjoyment Of ease or quiet labour or employment But him she haunts at length he unaware Thus boldly she anticipates his ear Look dear my care thy utmost hath outvi'd Why fly'st me so sweet give me leave to chide Was it not grief enough thou should'st deny mee But thus likewise discourteously to fly mee Denyalls wound but where love cannot plead His sute through absence sorrow strikes him dead Dear Why art thou and I grown day and night When I am most then thou art least in sight Look Time o'rshades us with a prosp'rous wing And but thy love could I wish any thing Frown not since Fortune smiles make use of season Here is no blab to prate then fear no treason Art thou religious What is zeal but love And such proficients must such means improve Leave leave this coyness let not love be banish'd Make use of love before this Youth be vanish'd This said our hasty lover is grown mute As was invention prompting a recruit Quoth Joseph Madam leave these Syrens songs This pair of ears can dry a thousand tongues They ne'r shall force a passage to my heart My resolution goes beyond your art Then be resolv'd I wish you understood Lust stains the tincture of your noble blood Love is all valour damned lust a craven Love's Embleme is a Dove but Lust's a Raven More I could speak and more he would have spoke Had she not lustfully caught at his Cloak Who of his Cloak not chastity bereft Fled and his garment with his Mistris left He gon her blood through choler grew adust Within her veins black as her burning lust Where Lust's the Mother Hate is still the Child Thus Love and Lust are never reconcil'd Iempsar raves no other pains she felt Than did some Witch her waxen statue melt Her heart knockt at her ribs e'n such a pain Did Meleager Poets say sustain When that his Mother with her angry hand Into the flames had cast the fatall brand Officious envy soon a lie suggested And she as by some horrid ghest