what help'd thee so To shake off all mortality To light this Torch thou hast climb'd higher Then heâ— who stole Coelestiall fire Chloris and Hilas Chl. HIlas Ô Hilas why sit we mute Now that each bird saluteth the Spring Winde up the slackned strings of thy Jute Never canst thou want matter to sing For love thy breast does fill with such a fire That whatâ—oe're is faire moves thy desire Hil. Sweâ—test you know the sweetest of things Of various flowers the Bee's doe compose Yet no particular taste it brings Of Violet Woodbind Pink or Rose So love the resultance is of all our graces Which â—low from a thousand severall faces Chl. Hilas the birds which chant in this grove Could we but know their language they use They would instruct us better in love And reprehend thy inconstant muse For love their breasts does fill with such a fire That what they once doe choose bound their desire Hil. Chloris this change the birds doe approve Which the warme season hither does bring Times from your selfe does further remove You then the winter from the gay Spring She that like lightning shin'd while her face lasted The oak now resemblâ—s which lightning have blasted Vnder a Ladies Picture SUch Hellen was and who can blame the Boy That in so bright a flame consum'd his Troy But had like vertue shin'd in that fair Greâ—k The am'rous shepheard had not dar'd to seek Or hope for pity but with silent moan And better fate had perished all alone In answer of Sir Iohn Sucklings verses Con. STay here fond youth and aske no more be wise Knowing too much long since lost Paradise Pro. And by your knowledge we should be bereâ—t Of all that Paradise which yet is left Con. The vertuous joyes thou hast thou wouldâ—t should still Last in their pride and wouldst not take it ill If rudely from sweet dreams and for a toy Thou awak't the wakes himselfe that does enjoy Pro. How can the joy or hope which you allow Be stiled vertuous and the end not so Talk in your sleep and shadows still admire 'T is true he wakes that feels this reall fire But to sleep better for who ere drinks deep Of this Nepenthe rocks himselfe asleep Con. Fruition adds no new wealth but destroyes And while it pleaseth much yet still it cloyes Who thinks he shall be happier made for that As reasonably might hope he might grow fat By eating to a surfet this once past What relishes even kisses lose their taste Pro. Blessings may be repeated while they cloy But shall we starve cause surfeiting destroy And if fruition did the taste impaire Of kisses why should yonder happy paire Where joyes just Himen warrants all the night Consume the day too in this leâ—â—e delight Con. Urge not tis necessary alas we know The homeliest thing that mankinde does is so The world is of a large extent we see And must be peopled children there must be So must bread too but sâ—â—ce there are enough Borne to that drudgery what need we plough Pro. I need not plough since what the stooping Hinde Gets of my pregnant land must all be mine But in this nobler tillage t is not so For when Anchises did fair Venus know What intrest had poore Vulcan in the boy Great bold Aeneas or the present joy Con. Women enjoy'd what 〈◊〉 tofore they have been Are like Romances read or Scenes once seen Fruition dulls or spoyles the play much more Then if one read or knew the plot before Pro. Playes and Romances read and seen do fall In our opinions yet not seen at all Whom would they please to an Heroick tale Would you not listen least it should grow stale Con. T is expectation makes a blessing deaâ—e Heaven were not heaven if wee knew what it were Pro. If 't were not heaven if wee knew what it were T would not bee Heaven to those that now are there Con. As in prospects wee are there pleased most Where something keepes the eye from being lost And leaves roome to gueâ—â—e so here restraint Holds up delight that with exceâ—se would faint Pro. Restraint preserves the pleasure wee have got But hee nâ—ere has it that injoyes it not In goodly prospects who contracts the space Oâ—â—akes not all the bounty of the place Wee wish remov'd what â—tandeth in our light And nature blam'd for limitting our sight Where you stand wisely winking at the view Of the 〈◊〉 prospect may bee alwaies new Con. 〈◊〉 who know all the wealth they have are poore 〈◊〉 onely rich that cannot tell his store Pro. Not hee that knows the wealth hee has is poore But hee that dares not touch nor use his store To A. H of the different successe of their Loves THrice happy paire of whom wee cannot know Which first began to love or loves most now Fair course of passion where two lovers start And run together heart still yoak't in heart Successefull youth whom love has taught the way To bee victorious in thy first essay Sure lov 's an Art best practized at first And where th' experienc'd still prosper worst I with a different fate pursu'd in vain The haughty Coelia till my just disdain Of her neglect above that passion born Did pride to pride oppose and scorn to scorn Now sâ—ee relents but all too late to move A heart diverted to a Nobler love The scales are turn'd her kingdom weighs no more Now then my vows and service did before So in some well wrought hangings you may see How Hector leads and how the Grecians fly Here the fierce Mars his courage so inspires That with bold hands the Argive Fleet hee â—ires But there from heaven the blew ey'd virgin falls And frighted Troy retires within her walls They that are formost in that bloody place Turn head anon and gives the Conquerours chace So like the chances are of love and warre That they alone in this distinguish'd are In love the Victors from the vanquish'd fly They flye that wound and they pursue that dye An Apologie for having loved before THey that never had the use Of the Grapes surprizing juyce To the first delicious cup All their reason render up Neither doe nor care to know Whether it bee the best or no So they that are to love inclin'd Sway'd by chance not choyce or art To the first that 's fair or kind Make a present of their heart T is not shee that first wee love But whom dying wee approve To man that was i th' evening made Starres gave the first delight Admiring in the glooming shade Those little drops of light Then at Aâ—rora whose faire hand Remov'd him from the skies Hee gazing towards the East did stand Shee entertain'd his eyes But when the bright sun did appear All those hee gan dispise His wonder was determin'd there Hee could no higher rise Hee neither might nor wisht to know A more reâ—ulgent light For that as mine your beauties now Imploy his utmost sight
THE VVORKES OF EDMOND VVALLER Esquire Lately a Member of the Honourable HOUSE of COMMONS In this present Parliament Imprimatur NA. BRENT Decem. 30. 1644. LONDON Printed for Thomas Walkley 1645. Of His MAJESTIâ—S receiving the newes of the Duke of Buckinghams death So earnest with thy God can no new care No sense of danger interrupt thy prayer The sacred Wrestler till a blessing given Quits not his hold but halting conquers heaven Nor was the stream of thy devotion stopp'd When from the body such a limb was lopp'd As to thy present state was no lesse maime Though thy wise choice has since repair'd the same Bold Homer durst not so great vertue â—ain In his best patternâ— of Patrolus slaine With such amazement as weake mothers use And â—rantick gesture he receives the news Yet fell his darling by th' impartiall chance Of war impos'd by Royall Hectors lance Thine in full peace and by a vulgar haud Torne from thy bosome left his high command The famous Painter can allow no place For private sorrow in a Princes face Yet that his price might not exceed beliefe He cast a â—ail upon supposed grieâ—e T was want of such a president as this Made the old heathen frame their god amisse Their Phoebus should not act a fonder part For the fair boy then he did from his heart Nor blame for Hiaciâ—thus fate his owne That kept from him wiâ—h'd death had'st thou bin known Yet he that weighs with thine good Davids deeds Shall finde his passion not his love exceeds He curst the mountaines where his brave friend dy'd But lest salfe Ziba with his heir divide Where thy mottall love to thy blest friends Like that of heaven upon their seed descends Such huge extreams inhabit thy great minde God-like unmov'd and yet like woman kinde Which of thy ancient Poets had not brought Our Charles his pedigree from heaven and taught How some bright dame comprest by mighty love Produc'd this mixt divinity and love To the King on his Navy VVHere ere thy Navy spreads her canvas wings Homage to thee and peace to all she brings The French and Spaniard when thy flags appear Forget their hatred and consent to fear So love from Ida did both hoasts survey And when he pleas'd to thunder part the fray Ships heretofore in seas like fishes sped The mightiest still upon the smallest fed Thou on the deep impos'st stricter lawes And by that justice hast remov'd the cause Of those rude tempests which for rapine sent Too oâ—t alas involv'd the innocent Now shall the Ocean as thy Thames be freâ— From both those â—ates of stormes and piâ—acie But we most happy who can fear no force But winged troops or Pegasean horse T is not so hard for greedy foes to spoyle Another Nation as to touch our soyle Should natures selfe invade the world againe And ore the center spread the liquid main Thy power were safe and her 〈◊〉 hand Would but enlarge the bounds of they command Thy dreadfull sleete would 〈◊〉 let thee Lord of all And â—ide in triumph ore the drowned ball Those towers of oake ore â—ertile plaines might 〈◊〉 And visit mâ—untains where they once did grow The worlds restorer once could not endure That finish'd Bahell should those men secure Whose pride design'd that fabricks should have stood Above the reach of any second sloud To thee his â—â—osen more indulgent he Dares trust such power with so much piety Vpon His MAJESTIES repairing of PAULS THat shipwrackt vessel which th' Apostle boro Scarce suffer'd more upon Melitas shore Then did his Temple in the sea of time Our Naâ—ons glory and our Nâ—â—ions crime When the first Monarch of this happy Isle Mov'd with the ruine of so brave a pile This worke of cost and pieâ—y begun To be accomplish'd by his glorious Son Who all that came within the ample thought Of his wise sire has to perfection brought He like Amphion makes those quarries leap Into fair figures from a consus'd heap For in his art of Regiments is found A power like that of harmony in sound Those antique minstrels sure were Charles like Kings Cities their lutes and ful jects hearts their strings On which with so divine a hand they strook Consent of motion from their breath they took So all our mindes with his conspire to grace The Gentiles great Apostle and deface Those State observing sheds that like a chaine Seem'd to confine and fetter him againe Which the glad Saint shakes off at his command As once the viper from his sacred hand So joyes the aged Oake when we divide The creeping Ivy from his injur'd side Ambition rather would effect the same Of some new structure to have 〈◊〉 her name Two distant vertues in one act we finde The modesty and greatnesse of his minde Which not content to be above the rage And injury of all impairing age In its owne worth secure doth higher clime And things half swallow'd from the jaws of time Reduce an earnest of his grand designe To frame no new Chuch but the old resine Which Spouse like may with comly grace command 〈◊〉 then by force of argument or hand For doubtfull reason few can apprehend And War brings ruine where it should amend But beauty with a bloodlesse conquest findes A welcome sovereignty in rudest minds Not ought which Shebas wondring Queen beheld Amongst the works of Solomon excell'd His ships and building emblems of a heart Large both in magnanimity and art While the propitious heavens this worke attend Long wanted showres they forget to send As if they meant to make it understood Of more importance then our vitall food The Sun which riseth to salute the quire Already finish'd setting shall admire How private bounty could so far extend The King built all but Charles the Westerne end So proud a fabrick to devotion given At once it threatneth and obligeth heaven Laomedon that had the gods in pay Neptune with him that rules the sacred day Could no such structure raise Troy wall'd so high Th' Atrides might as well have forc'd the sky Glad though amazed are our neighbour Kings To see such power employ'd in peacefull things They list not urge it to the dreadfull field The taske is easier to destroy then build of the danger of His Majesty being Prince escaped all the rode at Saint Anâ—tere Nor had his Highnesse bid farewell to Spaine And reacht the sphere of his own power the main With Brittish bounty in his ship he seaâ—s Th' Hesperian Princes his amazed guests To finde that watry wildernesse exceed The entertainment of their great Madrid Healths to both Kings attended with he rore Of Cannons eccho'd from th' effrightod shore With loud esemblance of his thunder prove Bacchus the seed of cloud compelling love Wâ—ile to his harpe divine Arion sings Tâ—e loves and conquests of our Albion Kings Of the fourth Edward was his noble song Fierce gooâ—ly valiant beautifull and young He rent the Crowne from vanquisht
Henries head Rais'd the whiâ—e rose and trampled on the red Till love triumphing ore the victors prids Brought Mars and Warwick to the conquer'd side Neglected Warwick whose bold hand like fate Gives and resumes the Scepter of our State Wooes for his master and with double shame Himselfe deluded mocks the Princely dame The lady Bona whom just anger burnes And forreigne was with civill rage returnes Ah spare our swords where beauty is too blame Love gave th' affront and must repaire the same When France shall boast of her whose conquering cies Have made the best of English hearts their prize Have power to alter the decree of fate And change againe the councels of our State What the Prophâ—tick muse intends alone To him that feels the secret wound is knowne With the sweet sound of this harmonious lay About the keele delighted Dolphins play Too sure a signe of Seas ensuing rage Which must anon this Royall troope engage To whom soft sleep seems more secure and sweet Within the Towne commanded by our fleâ—t These mighty Peers plac'd in the guilded Barge Proud with the burden of so brave a charge With painted oars the youth begin to sweep Neptunes smooth face and cleave the yelding deep Which soon becomes the seat of sudden war Between the wind and tide that siercely jar As when a sort of lusty shepherds try Their force at foot-ball care of victory Makes them salute so rudely breast to breast That their encounters seem too rough for jest They ply their feet and still the restlesse ball Tost too and fro is urged by them all So fares the doubtfull Barge 'twixt tide and winds And like effect of their contention â—inds Yet the bold Britaines sâ—ill securely row'd Charles and his vertue was their sacred load Then which a greater pledge heaven could not give That the good boat this tempest should outlive But storms encrease and now no hope of grace Among them shines save in the Princes face The rest resigne their courage skill and sight To danger horrour and unwelcome night The gentle vessell wont with state and pride On the smooth back of silver Thames to ride Wanders Astonish'd in the angry maine As Titans car did while the golden raine Fill'd the young hand of his adventrous son When the whole world an equall hazard run To this of ours the light of whose desire Waves threaten now as that was skar'd by fire The impatient sea grows impotent and raves That night assisting his impetuons waves Should finde resistance from so light a thing These surges ruine those our safety bring Th' oppressed vestell doth the charge abide Only because asâ—ail'd on every side So men with rage and passion set on fire Trembling for haste impeach their mad desire The pale Iberians had expir'd with fear But that their wonder did divert their care To see the Prince with danger mov'd no more Then with the pleasures of their court before God-like his courage seem'd whom nor delight Could soften nor the face of death affright Next to the power of making tempests cease Was in that storme to have so calme a peace Great Maro could no greater tempest faine When the loud windes usurping on the maine For angry Iuno labour'd to destroy The hated reliques of confounded Troy His bold Eneas on like billows tost In a tall ship and all his Countries lost Dissolves with fear and both his hands upheld Proclaimes them happy whom the Greeks had quel'd In honourable sight our Hero set In a small shallow fortune in his debt So nearo a hope of Crowns and Scepters more Then ever Priam when he slourish'd wore His loynes yet full of ungot Princes all His glory in the bud lets nothing fall That argues fear if any thought anoyes The gallant youth 't is loves untasted joyâ—s And deare remembrance of that fatall glance For which he lately pawn'd his heart in France Where he had seen a brighter Nimph then she That sprung out of his present foe the sea That noble ardor more then mortall fire The conquered ocean could not make expire Nor angry Thetis raise her waves above The heroique Prince his courage or his love T was indignation and not feare he felt The shrine should perish where that Imaged welt Ah love forbid the noblest of thy straine Should not survive to let her know his paine Who nor his perill minding nor his flame Is entertain'd with some lesse serious game Among the bright Nimphs of the Gallique Court All highly borne obsequious to her sport They roses seem within their early pride But halfe reveal and halfe their beauties hide She the glad morning which her beams doth throw Upon their smiling leaâ—es and gild them so Like brihht Aurora whose refulgent Ray Foretells the fervour of ensuing day And warnes the shepherd with his â—locks retreat To leafie shadows from the threatned heat From Cupids string of many shasts that fled Wing'd with those plumes which noble same had shed As through the wondring world she flew and told Of his adventures haughty brave and bold Some had already touch'd the Royall maid But loves first summons seldome are obey'd Light was the wound the Princes care unknowne She might not would not yet reveale her owne His glorious name had so possest her ears That with delights those antique tales she heares Of Inson Thesous and such Worthies old As with his story best resemblance hold And now she viewes as on the wall it hung What old Musens so divinely sung Which art with life and love did so inspire That she discernes and favours that desire Which there provokes th' adventrous youth to swim And in Leanders dangers pities him Whose not new love alone but fortune seeks To frame his story like that amorous Greeks For from the sterne of some good ship appears A friendly light which moderates their fears New courage from reviving hope they take And climbing ore the waves that taper make On which the hope of all their lives depends As his on that fair Heroes hand extends The ship at anchor like a fixed rock Breaks the proud billows which her large sides knock Whose rage restrained foming higher swells And from her port the weary barge repells Threatning to make her forced out againe Repeat the dangers of the troubled maine Twice was the cable hurl'd in vaine the fates Would not be moved for our sister States For England is the third successefull throw And then the Genius of that Land they know Whose Prince must be as their owne books devise Lord of the Scene where now the danger lyes Well sung the Roman Bard all human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings O see the then â—ole hope and in designe Of heaven our joy supported by a line Which for that instant was heavens care above The chaine that 's fixed to the throne of Iove On which the fabricke of our world depends One linck dissolv'd the whole creation ends To the QUEEN occasioned upon fight of
Monarchs wrung War he presented orsoon made it cease Instructing Princes in the arts of peace Such as made Sheba's curious Queen resort To the large hearted Hebrews famous Court Had Homer sate among his wondring guests He might have learn'd at those stupendious feasts With greater bounty and more sacred state The banquet of the gods to celebrate But O! what elocution might he use What potent charmes that could so soon infuse His absent masters love into the heart Of Henrietta for cing her to part From her lov'd brother Country and the Sun And like Camilla ore the waves to run Into his armes while the Parisian dames Mourne for their ravish't glory at her flames No lesse amaz'd then the amazed stars When the bold charmer of Theslalia wars With heaven it selfe and numbers does repeat Which call discending Cinthia from her seat In answer to c. VVHat â—ury has provok't thy wit to daâ—e with Diomed to wound the queen of love Thy mistris envy or thine owne detpair Not the just Pallas in thy heast did move So blind a rage with such a different fate He honour won where thou hast purchast â—â—re She gave assistance to his Trojanfoe Thoâ— that without a rivall thou maicst love Dost to the beauty of thy Lady owe While after her the gazing world does move Canst thou not be content to love alone Or is thy mistris not content with one Hast thou not read of fairy Arthurs shield Which but disclos'd amaz'd the weaker eyes Of proudest foe and won the doubtfull field So shall thy Rebell wit become her prize Should thy Iambecks swell into a book All were conâ—uted with one Radiant loook Heaven he oblig'd that place her in the skies Rewarding Phoebus for inspiring so His noble braine by likening to those eyes His joyfull beams but Phoebus is thy foe And neither ayds thy fancy not thy sight So ill thou rim'st against so faire a light On my Lady Dorothy Sidneyes Picture Such was Philoâ—lea and such Dorus flame The matchlesse Sidney that immortall frame Of perfect beauty on two pillars plac't Not his high fancy could one patterne grac't With such extreams of excellence compose Wonders so distant in one face disclose Such cheerfull modesty such humble state Moves certaine love but with as douotfull fate As when beyond our greedy reach we see Inviting fruit on too sublime a tree All the rich flowers through his Arcadia found Amaz'd we see in this one garland bound Had but this copy which the Artists tooke From the fair picture of that noble Book Stood at Calanders the brave friends had jarr'd And Rivalls made the ensuing story marr'd Just nature fiâ—st instructed by his thought In his own house thus practiz'd what he taught This glorious piece transcendâ— what he could think So much his blood is nobler then his ink To Vandike RAre Artisan whose pensill moves Not our delights alone but loves From thy shop of beauty we Slaves return that enter'd free The headlesse lover does not know Whose eyes they are that wound him so But conâ—ounded with thy art Inquires her name that has his heart Another who did long refrain Feels his old wound bleed fresh again With deare remembrance of that face Where now he reads new hopes of grace Nor scorne not cruelty does finde But gladly suffers a false winde To blow the ashes of despaire From the reviving brand of care Foole that forget'st her stubborne looke This softnesse from thy finger tooke Strange that thy hand should not inspire The beauty only but the fire Not the forme alone and grace But act and power of a face May'st thou yet thy selfe as well As all the world beside excell So thou 〈◊〉 truth rehearse Thaâ— I may mâ—ke it live in verse Why thoâ— couldst not at one assay That face to after times convey Which this 〈◊〉 was it thy wit To make her of before thee fit Consâ—sle and wee 'l forgive thee this For who would not repeat that blisse And frequent sight of such a dame Buy with the hazard of his same Yet who can tax thy blamelesle skill Though thy good hand had failed still When natures selfe so often erres She for this many thousand years Seems to have practis'd with much care To frame the race of women faire Yet never could a perfect birth Produce before to grace the earth Which waxed old ere it could see Her that amaz'd thy art and thee But now'us done O let me know Where those immortall colours grow That could this deathlesle piece compose In lillies or the fading role No for this thest thou hast clim'd higher Thâ—n did Prometheus for his fire As Pens-hurst VVHile in this Parke I sing the listning Deeâ—e Attend my passion and forget to fear When to the Beeches I report my slame They bow their heads as if they felt the same To Gods appealing when I reach their bowrs With loud complaints they answer me in showrs To thee a wilde and cruell soule is given More deâ—s then trees prouder then the heaven Loves so profâ—st why dost thou falsely faine Thy selfe a Sidney from which noble straine He sprung that could so far â—xâ—lâ— the name Oflove and warme our Nation with his flame That all we can â—f love or high desire Seems but the smoak of amorous Sidneyes fire Nor call her mother who so well doe prove One breast may hold both chastiry and love Never can shee that so exceeds the spriag In joy and bounty be suppos'd to bring One so destructive to no humane stock We owe this fierce unkindnesse but the rock That cloven rock produc'd thee by whose side Nature to recompence the fatall pride Ofsuch stern beauty plac'd those healing springs Which not more helpe then that destruction brings Thy heart no ruder then the rugged stone I might like Orpheus with my numerous moan Melt to compassion now my traitrous song With thee conspires to do the singer wrong While thus I suffer not my selfe to lose The memory of what augments my woes But with my owne breath still soment the sire Which flames as high as fancy can aspire This last complaint th' indulgent ears did pierce Of just Apollo President of verse Highly concerned that the Muse should bring Damage to one whom he had taught to sing Thus he advis'd me on yon aged tree Hang up thy lute and high thee to the sea Thâ—t there with wonders thy diverted minde Some truce at least my with affection finde Ah cruell Nimph from whom her humble swaine Flies for reliefe unto the raging maine And from the windes and tempests doth expect A milder fate then from her cold neglect Yet there hee 'le pray that the unkinde may prove Blest in her choice and vows this endlesse love Springs from no hope of what she can confer But from those gifts which heaven has heap'd on her At Pens-hurst HAd Dorothea liv'd when mortals made Choice of thier deities this sacred shade Had held an altar to her
love how time resumes The glory which he 〈◊〉 these flowers Though none should â—aste their sweet perfumes Yet must they live but some few houres Time what we forbear devoures Had Hellen or th' Aegyptian Queen Bin 〈◊〉 so 〈◊〉 of their graces The 〈◊〉 beauties must at leâ—gth have bin The 〈◊〉 of age which finds out faces In the most retired places Should some malignant planet bring A barren drought or ceaselesse showre Upon the Autumne or the Spring And spare us neither fruit nor flower Winter would not stay an houre Could the resolve of loves neglect Preserve ye from the violation Of comming years then more respect Were due to so divine a fashion Nor would I divulge my passion The Misers speech in a Mask BAlls of this mettall slack'd Atlanta's pace And on the amoâ—ous youth bestow'd the race Venus the Nymphs mind measuring by her own Whom the rich spoyles of Cities overthrown Had prostrated to Mars could well advise Th' adventrous lover how to gain the prise Nor leâ—â—e may Iupiter to gold ascribe When he turn'd himselfe into a bribe Who can blame â—Diana or the brazen tower That they which stood not the Almighty showre Never till then did love make Iove pat on A forme more bright and noble then his owne Nor were it just would he resume that shape That slack devotion should his thunder scape â—Twas not revenge for griev'd Apollos wrong Those asses eaâ—s on Mida's Temple hung But fond repentance of his happy wish Because his meat grew mettall like his dish Would Bacchus blesse me so I de constant hold Unto my wish and dye creating gold To my Lord of Northumberland upon the death of his Lady TO this great losse a Sea of Tears is due But the whole debt not to be paid by you Charge not your self with all nor render vain Those showers the eyes of us your servants raine Shall grief contract the largenesse of that heart In which nor fear not anger haâ— a part Vertue would blush if time should boast which cries Her sole child dead their tender mothers eyes Your minds relief where reason triumphs so Over all passions that they nere could grow Beyond their limits in your noble breast To harm another or impeach your rest This we observ'd delighting to obey One who did never from his great self stray Whose milde example seemed to engage Th' obsequious Seas and teach them not to rage The brave Emilius his great charge laid down The force of Rome and fate of Macedon In his loâ—t sons did feel the cruell stroke Of changing fortune and thus highly spoke Before Romes people we did oft implore That if the Heavens had any ill in store For your Emilâ—us they would powre it still On his own House and let you flourish still You on the barren Sea my Lord have spent Whole Springs and Summers to the publique lent Suspended all the pleasures of your life And shortned the short joy of such a wife For which your Countrey 's more obliged then For many lives of old lesse happie men You that have sacâ—ificâ—d to great a part Of youth and private bâ—sse ought to impart Your sorrow too and give your friends a right As well in your affliction as delight Then with Emilian courage bear this crosse Since publique persons onely publique losse Ought to affect and though her form and youth Her application to your will and truth That noble sweetnesse and that humble state All snatcht away by such a hasty fate Might give excuse to any common brest With the huge weight of so such grief opprest Yet let no portion of your life be stain'd With passion but your character maintain'd To the last act it is enough her Stone May honoured be with superscription Of the sole Lady who had power to move The great Northumberland to grieve and love To my Lord Admirall of his late sicknesse and Recovery VVIth joy like ours the Thracian youth invades Or pheus returning from thâ—â—Elisian shades Embrace the Hero and his stay implore Make it their publick suit he would no more Desert them so and for his Spouses sake His vanish't love tâ—mpt the Lethean lake The Laâ—ye◠〈…〉 â—rightest of that time Ambiâ—â—ous all his loâ—â—y bed to câ—â—me Their doubtfull hopes with expectation feed Who shall the faire Euridice succeed Euridice for whom his numâ—rous moan Makes listning trees and salvage mountains groan Through â—ll the aire his sounding strings dilate Sorrow like that which touch our hearts of late Your pining sicknesse and your restlesse pain At once the land affâ—cting and the main When the glad news that you were Admirall Scarce through the Nation spread 't was fear'd by all That our great Charles whose wisdome shines in you Would be perplexed how to chuse anew So more then private was the joy and griefe That at the worst it gave our soules reliefe That in our age such sense of vertue liv'd They jâ—y'd so justly and justly griev'd 〈◊〉 her fairest lights eclipsed seems Hâ—r selfe to suffer in those sharpe extreams While not from thine alone thy bloud retires But from those cheeks which all the world admires the stem thus threatned and the sap in thee Droop all the branches of that noble tree Their beauty they and we our loves suspend Nougâ—t can our wishes save thy health intend As lillies overcharg'd with raine they bend Their beauteous heads and with high heaven contend â—old thâ—e within their snowy armes and cry 〈◊〉 is too faultlesse and too young to dye So like immortalls round about thee they 〈◊〉 that they fright approaching death away Who would not languish by so fair a train To be lamented and restor'd again Or thus with-held what hasty soule would go Though to the blest ore young Adonis so Fair Venus mourn'd and with the pretious showre Of her warme tears cherish't the springing flower The next support fair hope of your great name And second pillar of that noble frame By losse of thee would no advantage have But step by step pursues thee to the grave And now relâ—ntlâ—sse fate about to end The line which backward does so far extend That antique stock which still the world supplyeâ— With bravest spirits and with brightest eyes Kinde Phoebus interposing bid me say Such storms no more shall shake that house but they Like Neptune and his Sea-borne neece shall be The shining glories of the Land and Sea With courage guard and beauty warme our age And lovers fill with like Poetique rage On the friendship betwixt Sacharissa and Amorett TEll me lovely loving paire Why so kinde and so severe Why so carelesse of our care Only to prove your selves so deare By this cunning change of hearts You the power of love controule While the boyes deluded darts Can arrive at neither soule For in vain to either breast Still beguiled love does come Where he finds a forrain gâ—uest Neither of your hearts at home Debtors thus with like designe When they never
And thus they parted with exchange of harms Much blood the Monâ—â—ers lost and they their Arms Vpon the death of my Lady Rich. MAy those already cuâ—st Essexian plains Where hasty death and pining sicknesse raigns Prove all a Desart and none there make stay But savage beasts or men as ill as they There the faire light which all our Island grac'd Like Hero's taper in the windows plac'd Such fate from the malignant ayre did find As that exposed to the boystrous wind Ah cruell Heaven to snatch so soon away Her for whose life had we had time to pray With thousand vows and tears we should have sought That sad decrees suspension to have wrought But we alas no whisper of her pain Heard till t was sin to wish her here again That horrid word at once like lightning spread Strook all our eares The Lady Rich is dead Heart rending news and dreadfull to those few Who her resemble and her steps pursue That death should licence have to rage among The faire the wise the vertuous and the young The Paphian Queen from that fierce battell born With goared hand and vail so rudely torne Like terror did among th'immortals breed Taught by her wound that Godâ—sses might bleed All stand amazed but 〈◊〉 the rest Th' heroique Dâ—me whose happie wombe she blest Mov'd with just grief expostulates with Heaven Urging that promise to th' obsequious given Of longer life for nere was pious soul More apt t' obey more worthy to controul A skilfull eye at once might read the race Of Caledonian Monarchs in her face And sweet humility her look and mind At once were lofty and at once were kind There dwelt the scorn of vice and pity too For those that did what she disdain'd to doe So gentle and severe that what was bad At once her hatred and her pardon had Gracious to all but where her love was due So fast so faithfull loyall and so true That a bold hand as soon might hope to force The rowling lights of Heaven as change her course Some happie Angel that beholds her there Instruct us to record what she was here And when this cloud of soâ—row's over-blown Through the wide world wee le make her graces known So fresh the wound is and the grief so vast That all our art and power of speech is waste Here passion swayes but there the Muse shall raise Eternall monuments of louder praise There our delight complying with her fame Shall have occasion to recite thy name Faire Sacharissa and now onely faire To sacred friendship wee le an Altar reare Such as the Romanes did erect of old Where on a marble pillar shall be told The lovely passion each to other bare With the resemblance of that matchlesse paire Narcissâ—s to the thing for which he pin'd Was not more like then yours to her fair mind Save that you grac'd the severall part of life A spotlesse Virgin and a faultlesse wife Such was the sweet converse twixt her and you As that she holds with her associates now How false is hope and how regardlesse fate That such a love should have so short a date Lately I saw her sighing part from thee Alas that that the last farewell should bel So look't Astrâ—â— her remove design'd On those distressed friends she left behind Consent in vertue knit your heart so fast That still the knot in spight of death does last For as your tears and sorrow-wounded soule Prove well that on your part this bond is whole So all we know of what they doe above Is that they happy are and that they love Let darke oblivion and the hollow grave Content themselves our frailer thoughts to have Well chosen love is never taught to dye But with our nobler part invades the skie Then grieve no more that one so heavenly shap'd The crooked hand of trembling age escap'd Rather since we behold her not decay But that she vanish'd so entire away Her wondrous beauty and her goodnesse merit We should suppose that some propitious spirit In that Coelestiall forme frequented here And is not dead but ceases to appeare To the Queen Mother upon her Landing GReat Queen of Europe where thy off spring wears All the chief Crowns whose Princes are thy heirs As welcome thou to Sea girt Brittains shore As â—rst Latona who faire Cinthia bore To Delos was Here shines a Nymph as bright By thee disclos'd with like increase of light Why was her joy in Belgia confin'd Or why did you so much regard the wind Scarce could the Ocean though inrag'd have tost Thy Soveraign bark but where th' obsequious Coast Pay tribute to thy bed Romes conquering hand More vanquish'd Nations under her command Never reduc'd glad Berecinthia so Among her deathlesse Progenie did goe A wreath of Towers adorn'd her reverend head Mother of all that on Ambroâ—ia â—ed Thy godly race must sway the age to come As shee Olympus peopled with her womb Would those Commanders of mankind obey Their honoured Parent all pretences lay Down at your Royall feet compose the jarres And on the growing Turk discharge these warres The Christian Knights that sacred tomb should wrest From Pagan hands and triumph o're the East The Englands Princes and Gallias Dolphin might Like young Rinaldo and Tancredo fight In single combate by their swords again The proud Argantâ—s and fierce Soldans slain Again might wee their deeds recite And with your Thuscan exalt the sight SONG PEace babling Muse I dare not sing what you indite Her eyes refuse To read the passion which they write She strikes my Lute but if it sound Threatens to hurle it on the ground And I no lesse her anger dread Then the poore wretch that fains him dead While some fierce Lion does embrace His breathlesse corps and lick his face Wrap't up in silent fears he lies Torn all in peices if he cries Of Love ANger in hasty words or blows It self discharges on our foes And sorrow too finds some relief In tears which wait upon our grief So every passion but fond love Unto its own redresse does move But that alone the wretch inclines To what prevents his own designes Makes him lament and sigh and weep Disordred tremble fawn and creep Postures which render him despis'd Where he endeavours to be priz'd For women borne to be controul'd Stoop to the forwards and the bold Affect the haughty and the proud The gay and frollick and the loud Who first the gen'rous steed opprest Not kneeling did salute the beast But with high courage life and force Approaching tam'd th' unruly horse Unwisely we the wiser East Pity supposing them opprest With Tyrants force whose law is will By which they governe spoyle and kill Each Nymph but moderately faire Command with no lesse rigour here Should some brave Turke that walks among His twenty Lasses bright and young And beckens to the willing Dame Preferr'd to quench his present flame Behold as many Gallants here With modest guise and silent feare
have the power To trouble and compose All that 's beneath your bower Calme silence on the Seas on earth impose Faire Vâ—nus in thy soft armes The God of rage confine For thy whispers are the charmes Which onely can divert his fierce design What though hee frown and to tumult do incline Thou the flame Kindled in his breast can'st tame With that snow which unmelted lies on thine Great Goddesse give this thy sacred â—sland rest make heaven smile That no storm disturb us while Thy chief care our Halcyon builds her nest Great Gloriana faire Gloriana Bright as high heaven is and fertile as earth Whose beauty relieves us Whose royall bed gives us Both glory and peace Our present joy and our hopes increase To Phillis PHillis why should wee delay Pleasures shorter then the day Could wee which wee never can Stretch our lives beyond their span Beauty like a shaddow flies And our youth before us dies Or would youth and beauty stay Love hath wings and will away Love hath swifter wings then time Change in love to heaven does clime Gods that never change their state Varyed oft their love and hate Phillis to this truth wee owe All the love betwixt us two Let not you and I inquire What has been our past desire On what Shepherds you have smil'd Or what Nymphs I have beguil'd Leave it to the Planets too What wee shall hereafter doe For the joyes wee now may prove Take advice of present love To Phillis PHillis t was love that injur'd you And on that rock your Thirsis threw Who for proud Coelia could have dy'd Whilst you no lesse accus'd his pride Fond Love his darts at random throws And nothing springs from what hee sowes From foes discharg'd as often meet The shining points of arrows fleet In the wide aire creating fire As soules that joyn in one desire Love made the lovely Venus burn In vain and for the cold youth mourn Who the pursuite of churlish beasts Preferr'd to sleeping on her breasts Love makes so many hearts the prize Of the bright Calisles conquering eyes Which shee regards no more then they The teares of lesser beauties weigh So have I seen the lost clouds powre Into the sea a uselesse shower And the vext Saylers curse the rain For which poore shepherds pray'd in vain Then Phillis since our passions are Govern'd by chance and not the care But sport of Heaven which takes delight To look upon this Parthian flight Of Love still flying or in chase Never incountring face to face No more to love wee le sacrificâ— But to the best of Deities And let our hearts which love disjoyn'd By his kind Mother bee combin'd SONG VVHile I listen to thy voyce Chloris I feel my life decay That powerfull noyse Calls my flitting soule away Oh suppresse that Magick sound VVhich destroyes without a wound Peace Chloris peace or singing die That together you and I To heaven may goe For all wee know Of what the blessed doe above Is that they sing and that they love SONG STay Phoebus stay The world to which you flye so fast Conveying day From us to them can pay your hast VVith no such object nor salute your risâ— VVith no such wonder as de Mornay's eyes Well doe this prove The errour of those Antique bookes Which made you move About the world her charming lookes Would fix your beams and make it ever day Did not the rowling earth snatch her away To Amoret AMoret thy milky way Fram'd of many namelesse starres The smooth stream where none can say Hee this drop to that preferres Amoret my lovely foe Tell mee where thy strength does lie Where the power that charmes us so In thy Soule or in thy eye By that snowy neck alone Or thy grace in motion seen No such wonders could bee done Yet thy waste is streight and clean As Cupids sheft or Hermes rod And powerfull too as either God To my Lord of Falkland BRave Holland load and with him Falkland goes Who hears this told and does not streight suppose Wee send the Graces and the Muses forth To civilize and to instruct the North Not that these Ornaments make swords lesse sharp Apollo weares as well his bow as harp And though hee bee the Patron of that Spring Where in calm peace the sacred Virgins sing Hee courage had to guard th' invaded throne Of Love and cast th' ambitious Giants down Ah noble Friend with what impatience all That know thy worth and know how prodigall Of thy great Soule thou art longing to twist Bayes with that Ivy which so early kist Thy youthfull temples with what horror wee Think on the blind events of warre and thee To Fate exposing that all-knowing brest Among the throng as cheaply as the rest Where Oakes and brambles if the copse bee burn'd Confounded lye to the same ashes turn'd Some happy wind over the Ocean blow This tempest yet which hights our Island so Guarded with ships and all the Sea our own From heaven this mischief on our heads is thrown In a late dream the Genius of this Land Amaz'd I saw like a faire Hebrew stand When first shee felt the twins begin to jarre And found her womb the seat of Civill warre Inclin'd to whose relief and with presage Of better fortune for the present age Heaven send's quoth I this diâ—cord for our good To warme perhaps but not to waste our blood To raise our drooping spirits grown the scorn Of our proud neighbours who ere long shall mourn Though now they joy in our expected harmes Wee had occasion to resume our Armes A Lyon so with self-provoking smart His rebell taile scourging his nobler part Calls up his courage then begins to roare And charge his foes who thought him madde before Of a Lady who writ in praise of Mira. WHile shee pretends to make the Graces known Of matchlesse Mira shee reveales her own And when shee would anothers praise indite Is by her glasse instructed how to write To one marryed to an old man SInce thou wouldst needs bewitcht with some ill charms Bee buryed in those monumentall armes All wee can wish is may that earth lye light Upon the tender limbs and so good night For drinking of Healths â— Et Bruites and Vegetalls that cannot think So farre as drought and nature urges drink A more indulgent Mistresâ—e guides our sprights Reason that dares beyond our appetites Shee would our â—are as well as thirst redresse And with Divinity rewards excesse Deserted Arâ—adnâ— thus supply'd Did 〈◊〉 Theseus cruelty deride Bacchus 〈◊〉 from her exalted thought Bâ—â—â—sh'd the man her passion and his fautâ— Bacchus and Pâ—oebus are by Iove ally'd And each by others timely heat supply'd All that the Grapes owe to his lightning fires Is paid in numbers which their juyce inspires Wine fills the veins and healths are understood To give our Friends a title to our blood Who naming mee doth warme his courage so Shews for my sake what his bold
hand would do To Flavia Song T Is not your beauty can ingage My wary heart The Sun in all his pride and rage Has not that Art And yet hee shines as bright as you If brightnesse could our soules subdue T is not the pretty things you say Nor those you write VVhich can make Thirsis heart your prey For that delight The graces of a well-taught minde In some of our own wee finde No Flavia t is your love I feare Loves surest darts Those which so seldome faile him are Headed with hearts Their very shaddowes make us yeeld Dissemble well and win the field On my Lady Isabella playing on the Lute SUch moving sounds from such a carelesse touch So unconcern'd her self and wee so much VVhat Art is this that with so little paines Transports us thus and o're the spirit reignes The trembling strings above her fingers proud And tell their joy for every kisse aloud Small force there needs to make thee tremble so Touch't by that hand who would not tremble tro Heer Love takes stand and while shee charms the eare Empties his quiver on the listning Deere Musick so softens and disarmes the mind That not an Arrow does resistance find Thus the faire tyrant celebrates the prize And acts her self the triumph of her eyes So Nero once with harpe in hand survay'd His flaming Rome and as it burnt he play'd The Fall SEe how the will-earth gives way To take th' impression where she lay See how the mould as loath to leave So sweet a burden still doth cleave Close to the Nymphs stain'd garment here The comming Spring would first appear And all this place with roses strow If busie feet would let them grow Here Venns smil'd to see blinde chance It selfe before her son advance And a fair image to present Of what the Boy so long had meant â— was such a chance as this made all The World into this order fall Thus the first lovers on the clay Of which they were composed lay So in their prime with equall grace Met the first patternes of our race Then blush not faire or on him frowne Or wonder how you both came downe But touch him and hee l tremble strait How could he then support your weight How could the Youth alas but bend When his whole heaven upon him lean'd If ought by him amisse were done â— was that he let you rise so soon Of Silvia OUr sighs are heard just heav'n declares The sense it has of lovers cares She that so far the rest outshin'd Silvia the faire whiles she was kinde As if her frowns impair'd her brow Seems only not unhandsome now So when the skie makes us endure A storme it selfe becomes obscure Hence 't is that I conceale my flame Hiding from Flavias selfe her name Lest she provoking heaven should prove How it rewards neglected love Better a thousand such as I Their griefe untold should pine and dye Then her bright morning overcast With sullen clouds should be defac't The Budd LAtely on yonder swelling busâ—â— Big with many a comming Rose This early Bud began to blush And did but halfe it self disclose And pluck't it though no better gâ—owhâ— Yet now you see how full t is blowâ—â— Still as I did the leaves inspire With such a purple light they shon As if they had bin made of fire And â—preading so would flame anon All that was meant by ayre or sun To the young flower my breath has done If our loose breath so much can doe What may the same informe's of love Of purest love and musick too When Flavia it aspires to move When that which lifeleâ—se buds perâ—wades To wax more â—oft her youth invades To a Lady singing a Song of his composing CHloris your selfe you so excell When you vouchsafe to breath my thought That like a spirit with this spell Of my owne teaching I am taught That Eagles fate and mine are one Which on that shaft that made him dye Espy'd a feather of his owne Wherewith he meant to soare so high Had eccho with so sweet a grace Narcissns loud complaints return'd Not for reflexion of his face But of his voyce the Boy had mourn'd At the mariage of the Dwarâ—fes THe signe or chance makes others wive But nature did this match contrive Eve might as well have Adam fled As she deny'd her little bed To him for whom heaven seem'd to frame And measure out this only dame Thrice happy is that humble paire Beneath the levell of all care Over whose heads those arrows â—lye Of sad distrust and jealousie Secur'd in as high extream As if the world held none but them To him the fairest Nimphs doe shew Like moving mountains top't with snow And every Man a Polipheme Does to his Galatea seem None may presume her faith to prove He proâ—fers death that proffers love Ah Cloris that kind nature thus From all the world had sever'd us Creating for our selves us two As love has me for only you Vpon Ben. Iohnson MIrror of Poets mirror of our age Which her whole face beholding on thy stage Pleas'd and displeas'd with her owne faults indures A remedy like those whom musique cures Thou hast alone those various inclinations Which Nature gives to Ages Sexes Nations Hast tracked with thy All-reâ—embling Pen What ever custome has impos'd on men Or ill got habit which deserts them so That scarce one brother can the brother know Is representing to the wondring eyes Of all that see or read thy Comedies Who ever in those glasses looke may finde The spots return'd or graces of the minde And by the helpe of so divine an Art At leisure view and dresse his nobler part Narcissus couzened by that â—latt'ring Well And nothing could but of his beauty tell Had here discovering that the deform'd statâ— Of his fond mind preserv'd himselâ—e with hate But vertue too as well as vice is clad In flesh and bloud so well that Plato had Beheld what his high fancie once embrac't Vertue with â—olours speech and motion grac't The sundry postures of thy copious muse Who would expreâ—se a thousand tongues must use Whose fate 's no lesse peculiar then thy Art For as thou couldst all characters impart 〈◊〉 none could render thine who still escapes â—ike Protâ—us in variety of shapes Who was nor this nor that but all wee finde And all wee can imagine in mankinde To Mr. George Sands on his Translation of some parts of the Bible HOw bold a work attempts that pen Which would inrich our vulgar tongue With the high raptures of those men Who here with the same spirit sung Wherewith they now assist the Quire Of Angels who their Songs admire What-ever those inspired soules Were uâ—ged to expresse did shake The aged deep and both the Poles Their num'rous Thunder could awake Dull earth which does with heaven consent To all they wrote and all they meant Say Sacred Bard what could bestow Courage on thee to â—oare so high Tell meâ— brave Friend