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A80717
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Poems, by several persons
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Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.
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Wing C6681A; ESTC R224548
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fly with wild afright And hate the fulness which retards their flight Our trembling Peasant wishes now in vain That Rocks and Mountains cover'd him again Oh how the the change of his poor life he curst This of all lives said he sure is the worst Give me again ye Gods my Cave and wood With peace let Tares and Acorns be my food A Paraphrase upon the 10 th Epistle of the first book of Horace Horace to Fuscus Aristius HEalth from the lover of the Country me Health to the lover of the City thee A difference in our souls this only proves In all things else w' agree like marryed doves But the warm nest the crouded dove-house thou Dost like I loosely fly from bough to bough And Rivers drink and all the shining day Upon fair Trees or mossy Rocks I play In fine I live and Reign when I retire From all that you equal with Heaven admire Like one at last from the Priest service fed Loathing the honey Cakes I long for bread Would I a house for happiness erect Nature alone should be my Architect She 'd build it more convenient then great And doubtless in the Country choose her seat Is there a place doth better help supply Against the wounds of Winters cruelty Is there an Ayr that gentl'er does asswage The mad Celestial Dogs or Lyons rage Is it not there that sleep and only there Nor noise without nor cares within does fear Does art through pipes a purer water bring Then that which nature strains into a spring Can all their Tap'stries and their Pictures shew More beauties then in Hearbs and flowers do grow Fountains and Trees our wearied Pride do please Even in the midst of guilded Pallaces And in our towns that prospect gives delight Which opens round the Country to our sight Men to the good from which they rashly fly Return at last and their wild Luxury Does but in vain with those true joyes contend Which nature did to mankind recommend The Man who changes gold for burnisht brass Or small right Gemms for larger ones of Glass Is not at length more certain to be made Ridiculous and wretched by the trade The he who sells a sollid good to buy The painted goods of Pride and Vanity If thou be wise no glorious fortune choose Which 't is but pain to keep yet grief to loose For when we place even trifles in the heart With trifles too unwillingly we part An humble Roof plain bed and homely board More clear untainted pleasures do afford Then all the Tumult of vain greatness brings To Kings or to the favourites of Kings The horned deer by nature arm'd so well Did with the horse in common pasture dwell And when they fought the field it alwayes wonne Till the ambitious horse beg'd help of Man And took the bridle and thenceforth did raign Bravely alone and Lord of all the plain But never after could the Rider get From off his back or from his mouth the bit So they who poverty too much do fear T' avoid that weight a greater burden bear That they might Pow'r above their equals have To cruel Masters they themselves enslave For gold their Liberty exchang'd we see The fairest flow'r which crowns humanity And all this mischief does upon them light Only because they know not how aright That great but secret happiness to prize That 's laid up in a little for the wise That is the best and easiest Estate Which to a man sits close but not too straight It 's like a shooe it pinches and it burns Too narrow and too large it overturns My dearest friend stop thy desires at last And chearfully enjoy the wealth thou hast And if me still seeking for more you see Chide and reproach despise and laugh at me Money was made not to command our will But all our lawfull pleasures to fulfill Shame be to us if we our wealth obey The Horse doth with the horse man run away O Fortunati nimium c. A Translation out of Virgil. OH happy if his happiness he knowes The Country Swain on whom kind Heav'n bestowes At home all Riches that wilde Nature needs Whom the just Earth with easy plenty feeds 'T is true no morning Tide of Clients comes And fills the painted Channels of his rooms Adoring the rich Figures as they pass In Tap'stry wrought or cut in Living Brass Nor is his Wooll superfluously dy'd With the dear Poyson of Assyrian pride Nor do Arabian Perfumes vainly spoil The Nature Use and Sweetness of his Oyl Instead of these his calm and harmless life Free from the Alarm 's of Fear and storms of Strife Doth with substantial Blessedness abound And the soft wings of Peace cover him round Through artless Grotts the murmuring waters glide Thick Trees both against Heat and Cold provide From whence the Birds salute him and his ground With lowing Heards and bleating Sheep does sound And all the Rivers and the Forrests nigh Both Food and Game and Exercise supply Here a well hardned active Youth we see Taught the great Art of chearful Povertie Here in this place alone there still do shine Some streaks of Love both Humane and Divine From whence Astraea took her flight and here Still her last Foot-steps upon Earth appear 'T is true the first which does controul All the inferiour wheels that move my Soul Is that the Muse me her high Priest would make Into her holyest Scenes of Mystery take And open there to my mindes purged eye Those wonders which to Sense the Gods deny How in the Moon such change of shapes is found The Moon the changing Worlds eternal bound What shakes the solid Earth what strong disease Dares trouble the firm Centers antient ease What makes the Sea retreat and what advance Varieties too regular for chance What drives the Chariot on of Winters light And stops the lazie Waggon of the night But if my dull and frozen Blood deny To send forth Spirits that raise a Soul so high In the next place let Woods and Rivers be My quiet though unglorious destiny In Life's cool vail let my low scene be laid Cover me Gods with Tempe's thickest shade Happy the Man I grant thrice happy he Who can through gross effects their causes see Whose courage from the deeps of knowledge springs Nor vainly fears inevitable things But does his walk of vertue calmly go Through all th' allarm 's of Death and Hell below Happy but next such Conquerours happy they Whose humble Life lies not in fortunes way They unconcern'd from their safe distant seat Behold the Rods and Scepters of the great The quarrels of the mighty without fear And the descent of forraign Troops they hear Nor can even Rome their steddy course misguide With all the lustre of her perishing Pride Them never yet did strife or avarice draw Into the noiseful markets of the Law The Camps of Gowned War nor do they live By rules or forms that many mad men give Duty for Natures