And break thy Glass if thou shouldst chance to spie One of the smallest Cupids in her Eye How then couldst thou resist united Charms Which conquer Men and Gods with their Alarms But let that pass sure I have seen before Thy Picture painted on a Usurers Door They call'd it Time Temp. 'T is true and I am he Until this day regarded not by thee And something slightly now Seest thou this Glass Thy Life and Sand in the same moment pass Sen. Thou ly'st base Slave though Sixty years are run Double their Number are as yet to come My active Blood runs quick and every part Performs it's Duty round about my Heart My strength at Thirty never was more great Nor does one part fail of it's usual heat All pains and groans have now forsook the Stage And like the Phoenix I 've renew'd my Age. Temp. Fond Man thy present State is but a Breath And lightsomness doth but foretel thy Death Just as a Lamp when all the Oyl is spent Gives the last farewel to it's nourishment Mor. Here ends thy Labour thy last Thred is spun Embrace me silently now I am come You seem to wonder doating Age I am Death Come to demand this moment of thy Breath How soon he 's gone how silently he lyes When I once come in vain are all Replies No Charms can stay m'inexorable Hand All Sexes bow the head when I command If I once strike no Wards against my Blow Youth Beauty Strength and what are priz'd below Are menial things and here may please the Eye But Vassals-like desert their Lords when I Do once appear in vain are Prayers or Tears No sound of Mercy ever pierc't my Ears Chor. Then happy he who leads a life so blest That when thou com'st thou only shalt devest Of Earthly dross whose better part shall flye A welcom present to the Deity There shall be lasting Pleasures to be found That he shall thank the Hand that gave the wound An Elegie on Mr. W. L. MEek Kind and Good could I relate Our loss and thy too sudden fate I 'd force the World to lend their Eyes As Conducts to thy Obsequies But since thy loss too great appears To be the Subject of our Tears We will contemplate on thy Worth Too great for any to set forth And only saying Thou art dead Will be as much as can be sed Quid de te jactor fama tua gloria major A Song I Will not tell her that she 's fair For that she knows as well as I And that her Virtues equal are Unto the Glorys of her Eye And that I love her well she knows For who can view that Heavenly Face Not paying that Respect he owes To Beauty bearing such a Grace But this I 'le tell and tell her true She takes upon her too much State For by the Gods it would undo A King to Love at such a rate Let Common Beauties boast the Power Of some uncommon Excellence And thank Dame Nature for the Dower Of that decoying Charming Sense Adorn themselves with Pearls and Gold In Rubies and Rich Di'monds shine In choicest Silks that may be sold And all to make such Ladies Fine These are like some Rich Monument Rais'd all of carv'd and costly Stones Painted and Gilt for Ornament But full within of dead Mens Bones Such common ways my Clelia scorns Her lovely Soul is too sublime She 's not compleat that Cloaths adorn Or does in ought but Nature shine To Clelia FAir and yet Cruel sure it cannot be Nature denies such Catastrophe The spangled Orbs serenely do display Not in a Cloudy Night the Milkie way The misty Shades do swiftly disappear When Sol's Bright rays do Crown the Hemesphere But Love is subject to the Chains of Fate And more unhappy proves than fortunate How often have my Vows to Clelia paid My Constant Zeal How often have I made The same consession of my Love to thee As mortals pay unto Divinity Yet the requital of my Love's Disdain And Cruelty the Med'cine for my Pain A Viper which doth seed upon my Heart And plays the Tyrant upon every Part Forcing a Lethargy through all my Soul Which does my vital Spirits so controul That though you 'd strive for to prevent my fate My Doom's confirm'd and pitty comes too late Thus the faint Pilgrim with Devotion bows Unto the Sacred Shrine and pays his Vows Beging a Blessing on his feeble knee Supported by his Faith and Piety His daily Orisons do beg Direction From that great Pow'r that is his sole Protection But when at last his fatal Glass is run And time casts Mists before his glimmering Sun In some old ruin'd Monastry or Cave Shunning the World he seeks a quiet Grave A Song I Have drank too much Lethe of late I 've forgot that I e're was in Love I am Crown'd with a nobler Fate 'T is a passion that 's too much above That pittiful State Which sometimes moves pitty but oftener hate The sad looks of a Lover in pain When my fancy descends to his Breast Makes me Smile when I think how in vain He does so much disquiet his rest In thinking her best Who in mocking his Love does think her self blest Such Whiners as these at their leasure With an ang'ry glance from their Eye They quickly deject at their pleasure Who during their anger do dye Such is the measure These predicant Fools do get from their Treasure To Clelia THink not fair Madam that your high disdain Which wounds my Heart shall cause me to sustain The pond'rous bulk of all your Tyranny And the Insulting Conquest of your Eye Against your scorns I 'le arme my panting Heart Secure from wound and safe in every Part Biding defiance to your Conq'ring Eyes I 'l give you no more leave to Tyrannise Yet if at last no Remedy I find To ease the troubles of my tortur'd Mind And with despair must yield to Fate my Breath Shall censure you the Agent of my Death Then you that are the cause of this my fate Shall mourn and grieve like one that 's desolate And on my Hearse engrave my Tragedy With Tears proceeding from your doleful Eye Yet have a care for if a Tear should steal And touch my Corps I instantly should feel The Fire of Love to kindle in my Breast ' Twou'd wake my drowsie Senses from their rest Me tamen urit amor quis enim modus adsit amori To Clelia MIrrour of Beauty from whose conquering Eyes All Power of Love and Glory does arise Resistless Charms does Crown your Heavenly Brow You Hellen-like no Second can allow Here Nature strove to shew her greatest Art Each part of you does captivate a Heart Your wounding Beauty spreads through every Part. Pardon me then if that I soar above The Merits of undeserving Love I needs must love for 't is my cruel Fate Let not my kindness then deserve your hate Since to your Beauty I have Prisoner been Divinest Creature think
of your will Interiour motions from your Beauty rise Teaching me love which you alone despise How can you be so cruel for to slay Each minute that which doth your will obey Reprieve's in vain when Death hath seal'd the Fate Ever be cruel pity'll come to late Like Niobe I 'le mourn and my last breath Like Swans shall sing the Omen of my Death A Song to Lucifer WHy dost thou thus delay O Lucifer to usher in the day Sluggard I know thy fear Thou know'st my Clelia will then appear Whose blest and heavenly sight VVill doom thy Light unto Eternal Night Nor shall we need the Sun Bid him unto the lower VVorld return And with his Beams of light Expel from the Abyss the Queen of Night For from my Clelias Eyes Proceed such Rayes as doth all Light surprize Nor shall we need the Powers Of Moon or Stars or Hail or Snow or Showers For whilst on Earth she stays With her more glorious and refulgent Rayes Proceeding from her Eyes Gives Birth to all and Natures course supplies But when she please to sly From Earth to Heaven and be enthron'd on high And there look down on Men The Golden Age shall Visit Earth agen And all the World shall be Blest with its Primitive Fecundity To the King 's most Excellent Majesty OF mighty Iove I lately ask't a Boon Which like a God he granted me as soon As I cou'd ask and gave me this Command Go and receive it at thy Princes Hand Great Charles to whom the World shall Homage pay The Dutch the French the Spaniards all obey Whose mighty Fleets shall from the Indies bring Spice Pearls and Gold as Presents to the King Thou need'st not doubt thy wants he 'll soon supply From his so unexhausted Treasury No more he said the God I straight ador'd With Hecatombs of Thanks his Altar stor'd And big with expectation to receive The promis'd Gift I thought my King wou'd give Some Days some Weeks some Months I spent in vain Each moment full of hopes of promis'd gain And still my want increas'd I therefore then Swore ne're to trust a Heathen God agen But to my Soveraign my wants declare Whose Clemency shall suit unto my Prayer Thus shall th' admiring World perceive the odds Between our Christian Kings and Heathen Gods A Song FRom Salamis when Teucer fled And left his Country then With Poplar Boughs he Crown'd his Head And all his Warlike Men And with a Bowl of fragrant Wine With Bachus did caress Drowning their Souls in Muscadine Joy'd with such happiness So let us like Immortal Souls Our life in pleasure spend Quassing our time in lusty Bowls Which never shall have end Thus shall we make the Powers above To envy our delight And Cupid Prince and God of Love To Revel all the Night Thus shall we make the Gods despise The sweet and pleasant taste Of Nectar which they once did prize Drank by Immortal Race Thus each of us shall be a Star And with the Gods combine In their Divinity to share As they shall in our Wine Frange â—oros Pete vina rosas cape tingere nardo Dido's Expostulation THey say that Souls departed first must run To Styx and so unto Elizium They tell me wonders and they likewise show Th' Immortal Pleasures of the Shades below I dare not trust loud Fame but if I might My wandring Soul should pass to Styx this Night Fond Heart ne're fear undoubtedly 't is so Be resolute for thou mayst safely go Well I 'm resolv'd and if that Fame doth lie Let Fortune do her worst I can but dye And now this Sword shall pass into my veins And ease my Heart of all my cruel pains My vital Spirits saint I come I come To my sweet rest even to Elizium Dido and Charon Did. A Boat a Boat Ch. Who calls Did. Charon 't is I A Soul drove by Immense extremity To leave the furious Earth and now am come To thee to row me to Elizium Ch. What is thy Name Did. Dido who just now sway'd Thy Scepter Carthage who great Kings obey'd Ch. What brought thee hither freely now relate The real cause of this thy sudden Fate Did. Make no delay sweet Charon pitty me Involv'd by Fate in this Calamity Ch. Thou canst not pass 't is vain for thee to strive The Gods command and I cannot connive Did. O Cruelty then must I tell the cause I have transgress'd the great Commands and Laws Of the just Gods thus to anticipate The desperate force of my too rigid Fate Ch. What was the motive Did. Love Ch. The Gods forbid Wou'd such a thing from Mortal Race were hid O 't was not Love but Glory and Revenge And had not Fate commanded such to range A hundred years on this side Styx my Boat Ere now had been as tatter'd as my Coat Did. Charon Ch. I cannot stay but must be gone And leave thee here most sadly to bemoan Thy desp'rate folly with those Shades that fly Like num'rous Troops of Atoms in the Skie Did. But where is then Sicheus Ch. Pish he 's free From all those troubles that attend on thee He 's in Elizium Did. What can he rest When I with sorrow am so much opprest Let not the burden of my grief exceed Ch. This is enough to make the Rocks to bleed And Gods relent Did. My very Soul doth swell My Heart doth burn worse than the Flames of Hell My Princely Power is gone where 's Honours now Those regal Titles that did crown my Brow Ch. Honour there 's no such thing the meanest Slave Is equal to a Queen when in the Grave Here 's no distinction Kings and Princes all Must bear that equal Sentence that shall fall Upon them for their bad or good intent Firmly enacted by Heavens Parliament Sub tua purpurei venient vestigia Reges Deposito luxu turbaque cum paupere mixti Omnia mors equat c. AN envious angry sluggish drunken Lover His Passion and his Vice at once discover A vicious Passion quickly will discover An envious angry sluggish drunken Lover A sluggish drunken Lover in a trice Discovers both his Passion and his Vice His anger and his envy quickly be Disclos'd by Wine In Wine is Verity Desire of sloath and lust of Wine may prove An Antidote against the power of Love Anger and Envy in one Breast confin'd Love ne're will stumble at though Love is blind Who e're to Wrath or Envy will give place May he ne're meet with any chast Embrace Those that to Sloath and Wine addicted be May live with Epicurus not with me The Confidence of a Iust Man NO Salvage Tyranny no desp'rate War No cruel Fortune nor unlucky Jar No trembling Earthquake nor the Potent Hand Of thund'ring Iupiter whose high command Doth claim obedience no not if the frame Of Nature were involved in the same And the whole Fabrick by disorder brought Shou'd be converted suddenly to nought Like hopeless Wretches it cou'd never
the Fields whose Fragrant smell The richest Indian Odours did excel Discordia griev'd as 't was her course to see Three potent Goddesses so well agree Throwing a Golden Ball before them says Let her take this whose Beauty wins the Bays All plead their Titles in the slowry Field And each unto her Rival scorns to yeild Till walking forward they did soon espy The sprightly Son of Priam who did lye Under a lofty Tree whose spreading shade Sols Radiant Beames did all in vain invade Between them then to end this fatal grudge They all consent to make brave Paris Judge But when the youngster saw the glorious sight His Heart was straight way ravisht and the sight Inflam'd his generous Soul he prostrate lyes He worships and adores the Deities Nor can he longer gaze so great a light Cou'd not be bore by any mortal sight VVhich when they see and think upon the Prize They add new force and vigor to his Eyes To whom Queen Iuno mildly did begin Both with applause and promise for to win Juno's Speech Thou who of Priams Court the glory art More beautifi'd by Nature than by Art Give me the Ball let not thy Hand refrain But give it me and I 'le give thee again Glory and Honour and what e're can be Than this more happy that I 'le give to thee I 'le set a Crown of Gold upon thy Head These words thereon shall be Intituled THE GLORY OF THE WORLD Riches and State Honour and Fame shall ever propagate The Worlds vast Confines shall a tribute yield To thee alone the Caesar of the Field The breath of Fame shall all thy state declare And all the world shall term thee Fortunes Heir And if there 's ought thy mind can covet more Command Queen Iuno scorn for to implore The youngster stands amaz'd his Hearts on fire A thirst of Honour does his Soul inspire His eager heart had soon a Captive been Had not brave Pallas soon prevented him VVhose Princely presence does his mind control And adds new force unto his vigorous Soul Pallas Speech To whom the Goddess mildly thus Brave Prince Does Iuno's powerful promise so convince Thy easie fancy to dispose the Prize Art thou become a Captive to her Eyes Can VVealth and Honour make thee to contemn The certain gift of VVisdoms Diadem VVisdom gains Riches Honour's but a slave A Lambent fire our fancy more does crave I scorn to court thee for the Ball yet know If thou on Pallas do the same bestow Thy VVisdom through the spacious Earth shall ring And Forraign Nations shall their Presents bring Thy Foes shall yield unto thy conquering Hand Nor shalt thou fear any invading Band Or Forraign Force for thou alone shalt Reign From East to West and o're the floating Main And ending thus Venus drew near whose smiles The youngster of his Senses quite beguiles She robs him of his Heart and therewithal Obtains the long'd for prize the Golden Ball. For when the Prince had with a pleasing Eye Beheld the glory of the Deity A sudden Joy through every Member steals And by his blushes he his Love reveals To whom the Queen of Souls Goddess of Loves More sweet and gentle than her Team of Doves Makes her address with words so courtly mild As might the watchful Dragon have beguild Or charm'd the Brazen-footed Bulls and made The Sons of Tellus cease for to invade Each others life such was her charming Tongue As without Magick might make Aeson young And bring th' Hesperian Fruit into her lap Force Argus hundred Eyes to take a nap Here Majesty and Love did well agree And both concur great Queen to favour thee Such charms her looks did bear such her aspect When she to Parris did this Speech direct Venus Speech Brave Prince to whom the Goddesses have been Both suppliants endeavouring to win The Prize which only does belong to me The Fates themselves grant the Priority They promise Conquest Wisdom and a Throne All this is nought but what 's before thy own But yet suppose it so cou'dst thou delight In cruel Wars where blood doth blood excite Is this the way to gain thee honour No. Kingdoms thou mayst possess and perish so Who gains by Blood and Death shall at the price Have the reward of blood and avarice Or rather wouldst thou chuse on Beds of Down In Cupids Fields to gain the sweet renown Spending thy youthful days in merriment Such as pale War did never yet invent With Grecian Dames whose Beauty may not be Exprest by Tongue or Pens Indignity If this can please give me the Prize I sue Both as my merit and my Beauties due And thou shalt gain a Lady such another Titans Majestick Raies did ne're discover Whose Beauties form there 's none can Parallel Her Skin for Whiteness does as far excel The driven Snow as does the Suns bright Raies A glittering Star shou'd I disclose her praise How red unto the sight her Cheeks do seem That you wou'd term her to be Beauties Queen Indulgent Nature out of all her store Has not enough to make one Beauty more Now Paris burns with Love his warm desire At length is turn'd into a Flame of Fire He knows no medium now Love sways each Part And reigns as Monarch o're his very Heart And with a willing Hand he gives the Ball To Venus most deserving it of all Iuno and Pallas with an ireful Eye Ascend into the Turrets of the Skie There mindful of their wrongs deliberate The Ruine of the mighty Trojan State Manet altâ mente repôstum Iudicium Paridis spretaeque injuria formae On Clelia's Picture DO'st not thou see this Picture set Round with the Rose and Violet Crown'd with the Garlands of the Spring And Looks that might entice a King And can thy Eye find any place To gaze upon but on this Face Do'st not thou see that sparkling Eye Inflam'd with Love and Majesty Those tempting Lips than which to kiss I cou'd not hope a greater bliss Those lovely Cheeks nay every Part Not able to be prais'd by Art And ask me whom it represents My Life my Soul my blest Contents 'T is Clelia's Shaddow which her Eye Reflected here as she past by To which as 't is her due I pay A thousand Offerings a Day And now methinks I cease to blame The Ethnicks who did Idols frame If that among their Number they Had any one like Clelia MY Friend Iohn Clement t'other day Was very Sick and like to dye And as 't was thought did only stay To bare Tom Flavel company He made his Will and all his Lands By Testament were mine to spend And soon had come into my Hands If death like him had been my Friend But curse upon it unawares That Wicked Rogue Tom Flavel dy'd At which my Friend Iohn Clement swears The Rascal did it out of Pride With that he bid 'em sill his Grave And truly swore he would not dye Since the unlucky peevish Slave Had slighted thus
his Company So I who half an hour ago Built lofty Castles in the Air Did to my sorrow quickly know I was an Heir not worth a Hair Heredem scripsit me Numa convaluit A Song REstore my wounded Heart Dear Love And let thy conquering Eyes Thy hard'ned Heart with pitty move Towards a sacrifice Who prostrate lyes Your shade with reverence to Idolatrize Let not those powerful Siren Charms Which do my Heart delay Take me and Lull me in their Arms With an intent to slay Or only to betray That you by this the Prize may bear away But if the cruel Fates decree That Love must end in Death I 'le scorn my cruel Destiny And will resign my Breath Grasping the clammy Earth Cursing my Fate my Fortune and my Birth To Venus VEnus I oft have heard thy Name Ador'd thy God-head felt thy Flame And oft invok'd thy Power to find Some mercy in a Female mind And Cupid I to thee did pay My faithful Orisons each day And thou so well perform'dst thy Part I reign'd o're many a Virgins Heart But now I 've other work to do Faith thou must Court thy Mother too Nay many such a trick is done A Mother cheated by her Son And thou my pritty courtly Lad Of me shall find a loving Dad. No clam'rous Mars shall make thee fear Nor Vulcans Horns become a jear Nor yet his Net which did proclaim To all the Gods thy Mothers shame Tell her I 'm active young and free And that I 'm sure thou know'st I be A Lover too thou oft did'st prove The mighty force I had in Love Nor can my Parts so well inclin'd Fail for to please thy Mothers mind Nor will this Match be a disgrace Since I supply Anchises place Or young Adonis who did move Thy Beauteous Mother once to love Nor can'st thou this my passion blame That art the Author of my Flame Consider then the wound you gave Whose Power alone has strength to save And let thy never-erring Dart Reign Monarch of thy Mothers Heart Least from my Arms her self she shroud And I embrace Ixion's Cloud And courting of the Substance may With empty Shaddows only play Which ne're can quench my ardent Flame That 's as Immortal as her Name To Vesper SWeet Vesper bring the Night Why dost thou thus delay To rob me of delight Too long has been thy stay Make hast away And check the lasie Dawning of the day And Phoebus tell from me That he his Raies lay by Nor so discourteous be As once to mount the Skie Or once came nigh With one small Beam to wake my Love and I. Shou'd he scorn my desire I 'd send his Bastard Son To set the Heavens on fire And he agen shou'd run Without the Sun And grieve for what his folly shall have done How soon the Sun makes hast Unto his Thetis Bed Longing to be embrac'd And coole his radiant Head Which now looks red Such longing hopes hath Lovers ever fed How soon my Prayer is heard Cynthia's bright Horns appear No 't is my Love prepar'd Her Lover for to cheer In all her Sphere Her borrow'd Luster never shines so clear E Libro quarto Horatii Carmin Ode 7. THe Snow's dissolv'd the grassie Fields grow green And bald-pate Trees with dangling Locks are seen Earths course is chang'd and Rivers by the Sun Exhal'd with pregnant Floods their Banks o're-run The Graces and the Nymphs their Steps advance And being disrob'd do lead a Country Dance Times Mutability doth make appear That nought is permanent beneath the Sphere Mild Zeph'rus chides the Cold the Heat doth blast The slowry Spring and then posts on as fast Next fruitful Autumn comes upon the Stage Then lazy Winter like decrepid Age. And yet the Moon which shady Night adorns With waxing Light repairs his waining Horns But when we to the lower Shades repair Where Aeneas Tullus and Ancus are We instantly to Dust and Ashes turn No more return but rest us in our Urn. Who knows whether the Gods above will cast One day to add to what 's already past Nor shall thy greedy Heir for ever find What thou bestowest with a lib'ral mind When thou art dead and Minos shall of thee Give Judgment according to equity Torquatus not thy Stock nor Eloquence Nor yet thy Piety shall fetch thee thence For neither from the streams of Cocytus Cou'd Dian bring her Chast Hyppolitus Nor yet the friendly Theseus e're retake Perithous from the Lethean Lake A Song FAir Clelia didst thou know How great a sorrow in my Breast does flow Thou couldst not be Cruel to me Nor think it any gain To mock my Sorrow and deride my Pain Far be it yet from me To hope for Life that is disdain'd by thee For if I thought There might be ought In me that thou dost hate I 'd Court my Ruin and I 'd hug my Fate But if thou dost desire T' augment my grief and so increase my Fire Let me but know Thy pleasure 's so For I am so much thine As ne're to speak exclaim or once repine An Abcdary A sure Foundation makes a Building stand But he 's a Fool that builds upon the Sand. Consider Vertue in her glorious form Doth Youth in all her Ornaments adorn Extol her Beauty Court her Princely Eye For with her Wings she 'll raise thee to the Sky Get but a place within her Breast and know How mean thy thoughts were when thou wert below If thou dost once observe the Path she treads Keep close tho' over Rocks and Hills she leads Let not the error of the way deceive Mark well her course and thou'lt some tract perceive Nothing so hard but Industry will gain Obtain her once thou 'lt find her worth thy rain Perchance thou'lt say Vice leads a smoother way Question not so lest thou thy self betray Rewards are virtues due but pains confound Such vagrant Fools with a ne're dying wound Turn then and take that path that 's so severe Unto Eternal Joy that Course will steer When those who court a smoother path may go X times more quick yet to their overthrow Youth Beauty Strength do often ill advise Zeal only with a Crown adorns the Wise. A Deserted Lover AH lovely Fair can you so cruel be To scorn my Vows yet never pity me Can you prove false who once I did adore Pity a Youth that never lov'd before How wav'ring like the Wind What subtle dart Had you at first to penetrate my Heart Obdure as Steel which ne're no torture found Or ever knew for to receive a Wound Till in your Eyes the little twinkling Boy Taught me at first how to begin to toy He taught me Love whose active Fire first grew And more increast the more I look'd on you Yet you more Cruel than the Tygers Rage Relying on your Beauty Wealth and Age Disdain what you before did seem to prize And blast my Lawrel with your lightning Eyes Thus to the World your Cruelty is known