they have plenty but we seldom know VVhen wit and riches both together flow â—n the same font Fate mortals ticklish guide Doth them divide 15. Your waxen-winged verses will dissolve â—n time of want then censure will revolve Your fame i' th' bowels of contempt and drown'd You once renown'd 16. Are you in prison tell me can you pierce The gates and wickets by a measur'd verse Can your own fancy bail you can you be For crimes set free 17. Where 's all your friends perhaps one sayes I knoâ— hiâ— I 've seen his person I have read his Poem All wish him well but which man goes about To help him out 18. But now you Poets if you would have friends First learn ye to be happy else your ends Are all in vain and when you happy be Remember me 54. The Souldier and his Mistress So. HArk hark my Paragon the trumpet soundâ— The foaming horse come praâ—â—â— o're the ground The noise of battel in my ear rebounds 2. Arm arm brave Hectors the Centurions cry Advance advance your weapons or you die Which horrid noise will break our Sympathy 3. Mist No no it needs not shall the horrid swarmâ— Of men and horse allure thee by their charms To leave my fleshly for thy martial arms 4. â—ing closer then for thou shalt not depart â—rom me this night in person or in heart â—rm not for thou in arms already art 5. And th' art engage'd unto the harmless fight â—f wanton Cupid where this following night â—e'l both be conquer'd conquer'd with delight 6. Our smiles shall be our arrows and our eyes Are Stratagems sufficient to surprize Thoughts of dissention and Antipathies 7. Each blow will beg another and 't will ease us â—uch contestations cannot chuse but please us And such a quarrel greatly will appease us 8. Brave war and harmless oh who would deny To be a souldier in 't who would not die In such a battel such artillery 9. Sold I but I dare not if my Captain find Me in your quarters no excuse will blind His rigid sentence and his furious mind 10. Mist There 's none shall find thee for I 'le vail thy face And body too with the embroidered case Of my rich blanket where we will embrace 11. My smock shall shroud thee my hand shall guide thee From whatsoâ—'re disaâ—ter shall betide thee i th' busâ—â— on my belâ—y I will hide thee 12. Or if he find thee I will 〈◊〉 than That he is arm'd let him say what he can To ruine mortals thou to make a man 55. The Exclamation SInce 't was thy beauty that begun This servent â—rdor in my breast Make it my grief-expelling sun That wretched I may take some rest I burn I burn 'twixt the extreams Of fear and hope and thy bright beamâ— 2. One heat another may unthrone Then wonder not if I desire Who scorching lies i th' torrid Zone Your forehead to expel my fire Oh smile and let my heart not lie Broyl'd on the grid irons of thine eye 3. Ice fires foe laid to the skin That 's burnt will câ—use the â—lesh to turn Into a blâ—steâ— and within With greater 〈◊〉 to burn O Iey heart then be not so I would bring additions â—o my woâ— 4. â—â—â—ange kind of creature whose clear eye 〈◊〉 scorch and burn like Luna's brother â—d yet her heart in Ice doth lie â—r self doth freeze yet burns another â—e torrid and the frigid Zone â—ite their temperâ— both in one 5. â—en let thine eye thy heart reflect â—on and soon the Ice will perish â—â—d then thy heart will me affect â—â—d with enlivening flames me cherish â—ow I lie gasping and I saint â—r want of thee my lovely Sainâ— 6. â—â—ou art that tree whereon is found 〈◊〉 â—trange and double-natur'd power â—e one is bitterly to wound â—e other sweetly is to cure â—â—d since the first on me ha'st paâ—â— â—â—me now and cure me with the last 7. 〈◊〉 furious flame alas I fry â—â—d cannot damp the heat with water 〈◊〉 â—â—srcture reels and I must die 〈◊〉 beauty brings me not her daughter â—oss and turn and cannot rest â—is Juniper flames within my breast 8. â—ome lively soul let 's symphathize In love and arms and be not loth Let me behold in thy bright eyes Nareissus and Adouis both Were but thy heart as hot as mine I should find pleasure to calcine 9. Poor beauty-strucken soul I have No consolation in the world Unless thy bounty dain to save Me from those plagues upon me hurl'd Thou art that spell and only thee That charmest all my misery 10. Come sacred Doctress then and act Thy energy and power on me A word of thine with Cupid back't Is medicine enough to be Deaths Antidote and to controul The extasie wherein I roul 56. The Invitation to Marry PUt on Rosella ride not with delay 'T is full of danger all-devouring time Brings things in time to ruine and decay Enjoy thy pleasure now it is thy prime All things unused quickly are decay'd And for the lack of use are useless made 2. â—bserve an house that 's not inhabited â—ow soon swift time makes pock-holes in the walls â—bserve a cage from whence the bird is fled â—ow soon it's cobweb'd and to ruine falls â—h let not Rose thy wanton white and red â—or want of wanton use be withered 3. Thou art the Rose the Queen of every flower And if in time thou art not choicely taken Thou wilt decline and lose thy fragrant power And thy fresh cheeks of beauty be forsaken Then take this counsel let it not be known â—o rare a Rose should languish all alone 4. Make me thy Tenant and let me inherit This curious Joynter let thy youthful age â—e kept for me to me do you transfer it â—le be the Bird too if you 'l be the Cage â—le keep the house as 't is and you shall see No alteration in the Cage shall be 5. The Rose is even ripe and fit to gather Here is a hand shall pluck it if you please Let it not stand left time and stormy weather Shall blanch its vertue and make beauty cease Resign it now reserve it not until 'T is neither fit for scent nor to distil 6. Let 's love no longer single but enjoy The true Elysiunâ— which our Wedlock brings And let us feed on that felâ—city Where of the silly Dove of Venus sings Die not a Virgin lest survivers tell Rose is departed to loud Apes in hell 57. The â—reeminence ALas what 's Phoebus I did ne're Stand trembling to behold his light As I have often done to her He shines i' th day she day and night His glory can but dull mine eyes But in her lustre my heart fries Then tell me where most power lies 2. Pale-fac'd Diana can but shew A crazy countenance but my Rose Has full-grown beauty clear and true Her heavenly brow no blemish knows Yet in Lucina you may see Apparent spots pray then tell me
Mistress for a day But needs she must beguile me 'T is but a feeble Bulwark cannot bear The brunt of one attempt There is no confidence in such a Sphere All vertue is exempt Go wet your hands in water then you know Pitch has no power to stain Go oyl your heart with grace and whores also Will tempt you but in vain â—n lie a little in Radopha's arms Be confident and wary 〈◊〉 let thy chastity oppose her charmâ— So may thy soul not vary 〈◊〉 passively receive the sugered sin That 's bounded by her waste 〈◊〉 like the Diers hand declare wherein Thou dipdst thy finger last â—etimes 't is good to search corrupted souls For hence we may discern and see 〈◊〉 sad it is where only vice controls And prize more noble honesty 76. Semper Idem VVHo would not morgage faith fame Purchase so divine a soul as she That is for ever more the same â—ring no more then Anaxarete As the first day I came to wooe her â—tedfastly she doth continue still And so 't is like she will endure 〈◊〉 she ne're lov'd me yet nor ever will Let greedy Rivals then adjorn â—ir forward suits and sue for her no more For I shall still enjoy her scorn â—pite of them she has ' for me in store 77. Nobility TEll me no more no more thou young 〈◊〉 Of the renown due to thy predecessor Tell me no more no more thou tardy Stoick What man was famous or what man Heroick Thou being idle This will rather bring Lead then a feather to the failing wing Of thy own fame This is not thy defence The publick eye looks on the present tense It looks not backward then recite not thou Thy fathers fame or merit tell me now Thy noble Acts and so thou shalt repair His rusty glory and thine own forbear Fond Thraso else you know such brags will be Disparagements unto they line and thee What if thy father had been born a fool Hadst thou but prosper'd in the heroick School Of rare exploits then thou shouldst have enjoy Thy recompence which none should have deni'd Abundantly and in as ample measure As though all vertue were thy fathers treasure But if th' art foolish though thy father was A Tully or a Hector yet alas 'T is no more beneficial unto thee Then Alexanders glory is to me Only it adds more anguish to thy mind When thou remembrest how thou hast declin'd â—nâ—w then Nobility if rightly meant â— rather by self-action then descent 78. The Extremes FAir one those radiant lustres that arise From those bright Tapers they Celestial eâ— â—ave fired me I burn in every part â—hey gnaw like Vulters my relenting heart And then the numness of you frozen zeal â—arves all my bliss and makes my â—â—ope conge â—o that my heart lies in a restless Urn With Cauoasus I freeze with Aâ—tna burn wherefore that sorrows may not me eâ—lipse chace frost and fire with thy love and lips 79. The dying Lover YOu murthering eyes you have disliv'd a man Nay do not court me now you never can Repair the breach Dull lamps they may be cherish But there 's no succour for a heart that 's perisht You may deplore my fall but not recover The blood you spilt deaths fatal blow is over And now behold I die my senses reel My humane powers dissolove I gently feel My soul departing to the sphere above The low Elysium of terrestrial love Bewaile your self not me for I am ceast Yours is the crime mine is eternal rest These words he spake then with a doleful gasp His soul and body death did soon unhasp 80. Furioso MOnsieur Mundungo in a three-sol'd hat Lined with Louse-â—kins and a suit of that One day came walking with a sword b' his side Along the medows where the man espi'd Two Rivals fighting for a Lass that stood Bleeding in sorrow to behold their blood To these he march'd as though he 'd have devouâ— Both Lords and Lady too Lord how he lowr'd With ears like Midas and a head as large As Lugnals Chimney or a Gravesend Barge His neck like Atlas and the fool exprest Deformed Tytius in his ugly breast His gouty fâ—ogers were like Millers pegs And great Colossus furnish'd him with legs This mighty Monster armed I 'le assure ye With hobnail tushes oyl'd wing hellish fury Accosts these Champions vowing in a breath To send their bodies to eternal death But as he enter'd to oppose the play He drew his sword and stoutly run away 81. Loves frailty â—Ove thou are a false delight Th' art shoulder'd up with blisses â—nded with golden kisses â—y holiday is night â—â—e thou art a wanton youth â—â—d guilty of high treason â—gainst the Prince of reason â—y target is untruth â—â—e those leering looks of thine â—e gilt with feigned passion â—â—t with dissimulation â—ttery's thy Brigandine â—â—ve thou art a subtile thiese â—â—at dost both rob and wound us â—â—d many times confound us â—t giv'st us no relief â—â—en Love avoid and court my thoughts no more â—y birth if spurious Venus is a whore â—ink not to trap me with thy sugered wiles â—are not for thy frowns nor weigh thy smiles â—he shall not please me nor the other grieve me â—â—auty shall neither wound nor Love relieve me 82. The She Cockney MY City dame fell sick she sigh'd she wept She went to bed she slumber'd and she 〈◊〉 She rose again she fed she walk'd yet still Forsooth my mistress was extremely ill It pleased her fleeting fancy then to steer Her course into the fields to see if there Her qualm might cease yet still poor soule 〈◊〉 Can meet with no cessation nor relief Her tender foot steps to the fragrant bowers She fed upon the fruits she cropt the flowers She went she wept she smil'd she sigh'd yet 〈◊〉 Forsooth my Lady if extremely ill Well she retired to repose again Upon her downy bed yet still the pain Attended her Her pulse did loudly pelt Whose verberation I am sure I felt Which hardly she did neither could she say What was her pain or in what part it lay But 't is the mode forsooth and therefore still Our City Mistress iâ— extremely ill 83. Weak Love 1. BAse love that cannot hold A frown â—nd baser heart that is control'd And thrown â—â—to despair at one denial â—â—ou hast betraid thee in thy trial 2. â—â—or heart that cannot bear Nor brook â—ne vice where many vertues are Nor look â—hrough's fingers at a venial error He learn't not this from Câ—pids mirror 3. â—oor soul that cannot rest A day From her being absent nor digest Delay Of promise though he knows it be Obstructed accidentally 4 We know that girls will smile And lowre Now th' are as pert as Camomile Then sowre Who robs a Hive loud fame doth sing Must with the honey taste the sting 5. They 'l crip and rise agen And so Experience cries the best of men Will do And shall we therefore not descry A
fault and see it secretly 6. They 'l promise much 't is true And yet They are slack to pay and will not you Do it Come come revise your self you 'l see Her vice is your Epitomy 84. Rosella Sleeping BLow not Zephyrus in the least give o're Dexamine to dash against the shore Advance thy trident and put down thy billows Oh Neptune buzze not in the muffled willows Peace Hornets musick is of no effect Where dull ey'd Morpheus holds the intellect Then cease Canary-birds and let her rest Breathing on me while I breath on her breast Whose balmy breath so fragrant shall refresh The mournful passion of my panting flesh While her sweet eye-lids on her eyes laid down Screen her poor lover from the torrid Zone â—â—h is our walking in a Summers day â—â—en cooler clouds mask Titans fiery â—ay â—â—en whistling Myrtles peace refrain to shake â—ke not Rosella till Rosella wake 85. Minerva 1. AWay away all you that be Of Cupids gang your sugered faces Are no Magneticks unto me I can detest your soft embraces â—eed not care to flie from you â—ave the Graces and the Muses too 2. Go Vulcan go and tell thy tale And shew thy vices to another Thou never shalt on me prevail I 've wit enough thy flames to smother 〈◊〉 can take pleasure void of you â—ave c. 3. Go ruffling Courtiers and salute Such as you know will fall before ye No powder'd hair nor Sunday suit Shall bribe Minerva to adore ye I can take pleasure c. 4. Go enviâ—s cursed whelps and sit Where snaky Strigies use to dally And you that spurn like Zoilus wit Go rest you in Charybdis valley I can rejoice in spite of you I have the Graces and the Muses too 86. The Charm 1. COme my fairest come my dearest Come my dearest come my fairest Let 's enjoy Cupids pleasure In full measure Since here 's none but thee and I. 2. Give me kisses give me blisses Give me blisses give me kisses Do not arise Let us dally In loves valley While Apollo shuts his eyed 87. Rosella Maskt 1. â—O have I seen cloud impair The azure Heavens and the fair â—â—bition of the Prince o' th' air 2. â—nd I have seen the Borean weather â—eep all the clouds away together â—nd drive them to I know not whither 3. â—ven so I 've seen a Mask obscure â—osella's cheek and vail the pure â—â—lustrious blood her veins immure 4. â—nd I have seen the vail has gone â—nd disinvellop't that fair Sun â—s soon as I have breath'd thereon 88. Tom Tell-troth 1. I Love not a cast in the eye Nor lead in the edges of Kniveâ— I love not a man that will lye Unless 't be with other mens wives 2. I love not the ribs of a Lark I love not the brains of a Crow I love not a Dog that will bark Except he will bite also 3. I love not to sit on a bench While you put my foot in the Stocks But I love a beautiful wench Provided she has not the Pox 4. I care not for hunting the Hare I care not for coursing the Coney I care not for selling my wave If I thought I should get no money 5. I care not for courting a Witch Nor drinking of Milk when 't is hairy I care not for eating of Pitch But I love to be drinking Canary 6. I love merry lads in my heart That mirth with their honesty have â—as for a fool I care not a fart â—nd I cannot endure a knave 89. The Dejection 1. â—Hy art thou chain'd to th' world caâ—st not remove A little higher to the orbs above 〈◊〉 slenderly dost thou thy stock improve 2. â—y is thy heart contained in a snare â—at secret thought dulls fancy Oh what are 〈◊〉 thoughts invellop't with the clouds of care 3. 〈◊〉 cam'st thou thus what Cell-created news 〈◊〉 down thy progress what condition screws 〈◊〉 genius to the post and dulls my Muse 4. â—â—d down this fog and let the beams of light 〈◊〉 a light heart I mean display their bright â—ntial glories to disband the night 5. not within thy self what life is this 〈◊〉 mirth is sadness sorrow is thy bliss â—u liv'st below a man and think'st amiss 90. O Yes O Yes O yes O yes If any man In City Town or Country can Tell tidings of my Love that 's fled Out of the warm and naked bed Last night while I lay slumbring by her Let him bring word unto the Crier And for his labour he shall have As large requital as he 'l crave Her Characters be these She 's drest VVith honesty and that 's the best Attire I think that Ladies wear Prudence has pleated up her hair As for her face where e're you spie A girl whose beauty blinds your eye And wounds your heart say that is she And then conduct her safe to me For till I find her I must trace Through all the thickets and the groves Where lovers use to look their loves VVith Heroules I 'le search the fountains And make an Eccho in the mountains For my fair one that 's fled and hid As he for his dear Hylas did The torch of Cores I will borrow I 'le search to day and seek to morrow Baulking no trouble nor no pain Till I have found her out again 〈◊〉 â—onder yonder sure she stands 〈◊〉 heavens wringing both her hands 〈◊〉 that 's not she too 't is a cloud 〈◊〉 which poor Ixion once was proud â—m mistaken I must leave â—d travel on lest I deceive 〈◊〉 hopes and smother up my love 〈◊〉 will my search immortal prove 91. The Reply ANd is she gone Ah pity then That she should ere return agen 〈◊〉 you dull Clown whose slumbering eye â—â—uld fall asleep when she lay by â—e was a jewel it is true â—â—d was esteemed so by you â—hen you had lost her Learn you then â—â—ver she return agen 〈◊〉 keep her as a Gem of cost â—nd prize the Gem before it 's lost â—t all my fear is that you had Tytians face This is no lad â—r fair Aurora she will buss â—ther the young spark Caephalus â—nd from her bed each morning flie 〈◊〉 wanton in the southern Skie â—â—ntent you then with crazy age â—nd if the Nymphs of Cupids stage Fly off from thence this is the reason They love not faces out of season Time-wasted flesh and wrinkled brows Are no fit objects for their bows Love's fresh and young the like it loves But snorting age it never moves 93. A Token HEre take my heart my heart and body too Had I a greater gift I 'de give it you The Exception COuld I but sink into your thoughts and spy Your roving fancy in your rolling eye I 'de cast mine eyes upon 't and if I found Your love was loyal and your heart was sound I would accept them but I dare not take Vail'd Gems at venture nor presume to make Such cover'd bargains Leave your suit fond lover Unless the gift you