What his tongue had left unspoken And he beat his brest to know If his heart already broken Now were quite consum'd or no And as if those windy sighs Had in him a tempest raised Flouds would seem to drown his eyes Because they too much had gazed For unsafe discoveries Once he in this wofull Plight Had his lovely Saint espyed But at that unlook'd for sight The storm was lay'd the flouds dryed And his eyes beheld the light How he then amazed stood With what more than glutton-greediness He devour'd that precious food Health could not diswade his neediness From what his sence found so good His eyes left Physicians rules Measure in such feasts observed Is a lesson fit for fools They from such nice precepts swerved Traind in Love and Beautyes Schools Yet his tongue would fain have gat So much leisure from their wonder As might serve for to relate What a burthen he lay under But to speak it knew not what And when he her heart to bow Had fram'd a speech full of passions Mingling many a faithfull vow With more humble supplications Then alas it knew not how Yet his other parts did prove Friends to its determination All his gestures spoke of Love All did seem to begge compassion Even his silent lips did move And in words which never are Heard but by the understanding Whisper'd forth O heav•enly •aire O Godess all al commanding Deign to hear a Caitiff's prayer Long have I lov'd loved well Faithfull Love not hate deserveth What salvage mind is so fell As his loving flock he sterveth If not sav'd by Miracle Long have I serv'd service true Requires wages for paines-taking And though stipends were not due What Miser's so given to raking As he would no favour shew Long have I in fetters lay'n Misery compassion breedeth And though Pity quite were slain The bloody'st mind never feedeth On such as count death a gain See but how the Sun displayes His beams on the meanest Creatures And will you withdraw your rayes From one who admires your features And knows no light but your face See our fruitfull Mother earth How she in her Womb doth cherish The Seed till a happy birth Makes the Lab'rors fields to flourish And will you bring forth a dearth Mark how ev'ry grateful tree Yeelds the Swain a yearly blessing And will you undressed be Ere you 'l either pay for dressing Or accept the Courtesie When a fruitfull showr of rain From a melting cloud distilleth The earth drinks it up again And it the earths wrinckles filleth Shall my tears then fall in vain Breath you forth a fervent Pray'r Heav'n therewith is straight acquainted And you hope will ease your care Should not then my sute be granted Since you so like to Heav'n are Love the neighb'ring Elm and Vine In such strict embraces tyeth Love doth make the Turtle pine When his loving marrow dyeth And have you no sense of mine Love his power doth each where prove Ev'ry thing hath Love about it Trees Beasts Birds and Gods above And are you alone without it The most lovely void of Love Change O change this hum'rous mind Never by a name be fooled Greater glory will you find Be by Flesh and Bloud but ruled If you leave a Babe behind Were you now laid in your grave And this beauteous out-side rotten No monuments your fame could save Vertue quickly is forgotten If the world no Pictures have Then if Marriage be the best The best Lover should be chosen Will you warm a Niggards brest Whose desire with care is frozen And his Mistress in his chest Or shall any sensuall slave Glory in so rich a Treasure One who covets but to have You to satisfie his pleasure Which his lust not Love doth crave Rather take a man would dye One who goods and life despiseth Might he pleasure you thereby This from perfect Love ariseth Such an one though poor am I Thus within himself he pray'd But receiv'd small satisfaction For she heard not what be said And she would not read his action So the Wretch is quite dismay'd A Remedy against LOVE IF thou like her slowing tresses Which the unshorn •haebus stain Think what grief thy heart oppresses And how ev'ry curls a chain Onely made to keep thee fast Till thy sentence be o'rpast If thou' rt wounded by her eyes Where thou thinkest Cupids lie Think thy self the Sacrifice Those the Priests that make thee die If her forehead beauteous show Think her forehead Cupid's bow If the Roses thou hast seen In her cheek still flourishing Argue that there dwels within A calme and perpetuall Spring Though she never us'd deceit Believe all is counterfeit If her tempting voice have power To amaze and ravish thee Sirens sung but to devour Yet they sung as well as shee O beware those poyson'd tongues That carry death in their songs If the best perfumes seem vile To her odorif'rous breath And the Phoenix fun'rall pile When she propagates in death Then remem•er how that she Lives by that doth poyson thee If her comly body ha's Fairest in thine eye appear'd Think how that a Trophey was Only for thy ruine rear'd Women oft their beauties praise On their Lovers ruines raise And if she have ev'ry part May a Woman perfect make And without the help of Art Firmest resolutions shake Know Pandora had so too Who was made but to undoe But if vertue please thee most And thou like her Beautious mind Then I give thee o'r for lost There no remedy I find Yet if she be vertuous then Sure she will not murther men Answer to the former OH Vain lip-wisdom that dost make me school Another in those things I cannot learn My self only this diff'rence I discern To be 'twixt thee and a professed fool He wears his cognisance but thou hast hit Asse-like upon the Lyon skin of Wit Fool that I was what if those curles be chains What if her eyes do murther my content What if her brow be to my ruine bent Are fear of death hate of a prisoners pains Of power to set the wretched captive free And not rather augment his misery How id'ly have I talk'd if I could rack My faith till I believed she did paint Would not the wrong don such a faultless Saint Be a fresh torment to my soul and make Me hate my self who did so basely err Rather than have a misconceit of her Sure too much wit hath made me mad I said The Sirens only sung to work our harm But who at any time avoids the charm Vlisses did Vlisses was afraid And since he scap'd may thank his timely fears That taught him e're he heard them t' stop his ears But here 's a potent argument indeed There is forsoth such an antipathy Betwixt us two her breath doth poyson me I would I might upon such poyson seed But were it so have I nor •inely brought An Antidote when 't hath already wrought Here comes more stuff of the stamp that
recovered another by Hippolitus Act the fifth Scene the first 1. SEe the third Scene Act the third numb. 3. 2. By his indiscrete credulity in believing Phaedra and his ra•h passion in killing Antrope 3. Scini• was an infamous theef which tied passengers to trees forcibly bended together which afterwards permitted to return to their naturall course tare in Pieces all such as were held to them 4. Procrustes of the same condition with •cinis only varying something in cruelty passengers under colour of entertainment were brought to a bed which if they were too long for by amputation of the extending part they were equall if too short they with racks were stretch'd out even with it 5. The Minotaure of Crete formerly spoken of 6. Dedalus made that Labyrinth 7. It was a custome amongst the Ancients at the interment of their friends by way of testification of their sorrow and in honour of the deceased to cover their faces and cut off their hair as if they took no delight in any ornament of Nature after the decease of those persons in whom they placed their supream contentment 8. Acheron in English joyless is a River imagined to receive first the souls of the deceased because at the Moment of death a certain fatall sadness seiseth so on the Spirits that an easy divination may be made of death approaching for then the memory and conscience of past actions the River which we must first pass over puts our immortall part into an apprehension of sinking under the burthen 9. Averna is a Lake in Campania neer the Bajae which because of the male-odoration of the air antiquity supposed to be the first descent into Hell 10. It seems those superstious ages ascribed severall descents into Hell for Tonarus is here taken for it at the straits whereof Hercules descended thither from whence he redeemed Theseus and captivated Cerberus 11. Leth• is another of those fabulously designed Rivers of which whatever ghost tasted an immediate forgetfuluess of all things past was its attendant though in truth Lethe is a River about the utmost extent of the Sirtes which submerged and latent for some miles breaks out again neer the City Berenice from hence the wide-throated faith of the Ancient swallowd an opinion that it had his emergency from Hell 12. Proteus a Sea God the son of Oceanus and Tethis is said to feed Neptunes Sea-monsters to be extream skilfull in divinations and to transform himselfe into any shape 13. Theseus imagining all places here accuseth himself that in all places are full testiment of his guilt in the shie Ariadnes constellation witnesses his ingratitude in her trecherous desertion Hell endures his accompanying Pyritheus thither to assist his adultery upon Proserpine The Sea accuseth him by his careless obedience to have sent his father precipitated thither 14. Sisiphus for his numerous depredations upon Attica was kill•d by Theseus The Punishment aflicted upon him in Hell is supposed to be an injuctive taske to roule a great stone up to the top of a high Mountain to which when a•ved by its relaxency to the bottom it makes his labour still beginning but never accomplish'd 15. Titius endeavouring to ravish Latona Apollos mother was by Iupiter struck dead with Thunder others say kill'd by Apollo his sufferings are said to be by a Vultur gnawing perpetually on his Liver which undiminishably continues 16. Ixion the father of Pyritheus taken up by Iupiter into Heaven entertained lustfull thoughts towards Iuno of which Iupiter informed framed a Cloud in the effigies of Iuno upon which the deceived adulterer begot the Centaure being returned to earth he vaingloriously boasted of his embraces with the Queen of heaven Iupiter to punish his violence sunk him into h•l with a Thunder-bolt where he is tied to a wheel and tormented with perpetuall circumrotation 17. Those dead of whom the Ancients had any cause to detest the memory were usually followed with an imprecation that the earth might lie heavy on them out of a strange conceipt that the soul which they believed to be inhumed with the body could slowly if at all remove to the seat of the happy by reason of 〈◊〉 depressure with such a weight DIVERSE SELECT POEMS By the same Author On an old ill-favoured Woman become a young Lover LOve me Heaven bless me Hadst thou told me all The common miseries which can befall A man to make him wretched I had met Them and embrac'd them with a youthfull heat Rather then heard thee talke of Love this newes Is worse then all the plagues the Gods can us To punish blacke offenders with to thee Want and continuall sickesse blessings be Sure thou dost now like beggars who to crave Take a delight though they may nothing have For I can nere beleeve thou canst acquaint Thy hopes with expectation of a graunt Be thine owne Judge or call thy partiall glasse To witness canst thou finde in all that Masse Of monstrous ugliness one peece that can Render thee fit for the most sinful man If all the rest were answerable no Thou may'st securely boast that none can show So full a harmony no part of thine Can at his fellows richer form repine Nor can they for Supremacie contest When ev'ry part is worst and none is best Some when Pandora's boxe was op'ned doubt That thou wert all those plagus which thronged out And most agree as ev'ry gen'rous God A sev'rall ornament on her bestow'd The sportive Deities have giv'n to thee Each a particular deformity Iove gave thee an imperious mind his Queen Made thee a scold and gave thee tongue and spleen Sol tan'd thy skin Iris did paint thy face Hermes taught theft Saturn gave length of dayes God Momus gave thee a repining soul Phoebe to keep thee chaste hath made thee foul Yet it seems Venus whom thou dost adore Enrag'd at that hath made thy will a whore And Mulciber who would not be behind His courteous wife gave thee a halting mind But by what chance into the world thou fell None can conceive under a miracle Thy Mother hadst thou had one at thy birth Had frantick run as soon as brought thee forth The trembling Mid wife from her shaking hands Had let thee fall killd in thy swathing bands The timely zeale else of the standers by Had rid the world of such a Prodigy Or had'st thou by their feare from present death A while preserv'd drawn a contemned breath None would have fatherd thee nor had'st thou bin Esteem'd the lawlesse progeny of sinne And of the people Spurnd from each ones blood Thou so had'st perished for want of food But thou' rt no humane seed thy shapelesse age Allowes thee not of mortall Parentage Yet 't would almost perswade me to beleeve That if thou be a woman thou art Eve Onely I think man might have stood till now If Eve had been no hansomer than thou For 't is not time or age could change thee thus Thou wert by Nature made so leperous
those Illustrious 1 signs Which glorifie th' Actean Nation shines But how escaped he Ph. Why these can say With what a fearfull speed he fled away Actus Tertii Scena Tertia Theseus The OH sacred Piety O King of Gods And thou who rul'st the 1 second Lot the floods What rage possest this impious brat did Greece Taurus or Colchian 2 Phasis teach him this His deeds declare his line and he hath shew'd Whence he first sprung by his degenerate bload Those mad Viragos marriage do despise And weary of their long kept Chastities Turn Prostitutes at last O cursed root Which when transplanted bears no better fruit Yet even they flie Incest an innate Shame doth keep Natures laws unviolate Now where 's his feign'd austerity desire To imitate the ancients rude attire Strictness of manners gravitie of look O jugling life how art thou still mistook The foulest •oul wears the serenest face The Impudent doth blush Strife seems at Peace Sin wears the robes of Piety Deceit Applaudeth truth and the effeminate A rigid abstinence doe counterfeit Thou the fierce Virgin Sylvan wert thou then Reserv'd for this must thy sins write thee man And in thy Fathers bed now on my knees I humbly thanke the carefull D•ities That I did kill Antiope least thou Had'st in my absence forc'd thy Mother too Fly vagabond to unknown Realms although Thou to the worlds remotest countries goe Sever'd from Earth by interposing seas Or shouldst thou dwell in the Antipodes Or hide thy self in the obscurest hole Beyond the Kingdoms of the Northern Pole The seat of snow and winter left behind And the cold blasts of that loud-threatning wind Yet yet the sword of vengeance should thee find I will pursue thee every where search places Remote Landlock'd abstuce confounding mazes And wayes inexplicable and where force Cannot arrive I le reach thee with a curse Dost thou know whence I came great 3 Neptune gave Me Pow'r three times to ask what I would have And seald his promise by the Stygian s•oud Behold how sorrowfull a boon I wou'd No more let him behold the light but goe From his wrong'd Father to the Ghosts below To me thy Son a hated pitty show This 4 last gift never had bin ask'd if I Were not oppress'd by such an injury When in the womb of Hel where D is did roar And threatning Pluto stormed I forbore Make good thy promise now why dost thou stay Why hast thou still so undisturb'd a Sea With wind-contracted clouds put out the light Of Stars obscure the Heav'ns and masque the night Pour out thy Seas drive all thy Monsters hither Call from the Deep the waves retired thither Exit CHORUS O Nature Mother to the Gods and Iove Who sway'st the bright Olympus who doest move The Stars scatterd in their swift O• be and force Ev'n those wand'rers to observe a course And on their hinges turnst the 1 Pol•s Why art Thou alwaies busied in the heavenly part Still ord'ring those Celestiall Forms why dost Thou take such care that now the winters frost Sould strip the woods and then agai•t adorn Them with fresh shades that now the parched corn The rage of the hot 2 Lion should endure Which the more temp'rate Autume doth mature But why hast thou who these dost regulate And mov'st the Sphears poys'd with their proper weight So little care of man nor dost provide That good the good and ill the ill betide Mortals doe follow the blind guide of chance Whose hood winkt bounty doth the worst advance The holy perish in the crafty toils Of lust The Court is governed by wiles The people love to give the wicked pow'r And as soon hate whom they doe now adore Dejected vertue reapeth but a small Reward for doing well the chaste doe fall Under the curse of want while potent vice Is crowned for his fam'd Adulte•ies Vain Modesty and empty Fame but stay What doth the breathless Nuncius hast to say And sadly stopping what sinister Chance Figures he in his wofull Countenance Finis Actus Tertii Actus Quarti Scena Prima Nuncius Theseus Nun. O The sad Fate of Servants Why am I The messenger of our calamitie Th. Speak thy news boldly custom thou shalt find For all afflictions hath prepard my mind Nun. My tongue refuses the sad office The Say What fresh Mis-fortunes our declining house oppress Nun. Ah me your Son is dead The I wept my Son Long since now but a ravsher is gone But speak the manner Nun. Why as he forsook The City painting hatred in his look Away he flieth with redoubled speed And quickly harnesses his lofty Steeds Their mettal'd heat he with the curb allayes And divers things un•o himself he sayes Curses your throne oft on your name doth call And fiercely shakes his slackned reins withall When suddenly the Sea did roar and swell Up to the Stars not any breathing gale Did crispe the flouds no thunder tore the air The Sea it self raised a tempest there Sicilian Seas are with the South-wind lesse Disturb'd nor half that fury doe express When 1 Chorus rains stones tumbling up and down And with white spume doth high 2 Leucates crown A hill of waves big with a Monster fled Unto the shore to be delivered Nor is this tempest for the ships prepar'd But for the land the Sea rolls thitherward With a main speed nor can we guesse what she Should labour with what uncouth Prodigie Earth would shew Heaven a new 3 Cyclas did 〈◊〉 4 E•culapius Temple now was hid And the famd rocks of Scyron and with these The land straightned betwixt two neigh'bring Seas While these amaz'd we seek behold the Main Doth roar and all the rocks resound again Whose tops are sprinkled with the waves which he Sucks in and spouteth forth Vicissively So through the Ocean as the whirlpool roams A globe of water from his nostrils comes Anon this mountain bursts and to the shore Brings something worse than was our fear before The Sea doth follow where the Monster lead And overwhelms the land we shook with dread The What was the shape of this prodigious beast Nun. He like a Bul erects his seagreen crest And virid front tosses his mane his ears Pricks up and party coloured horns he bears Such as might both the conduct of the herd Become and the Seas Issues he appear'd His e•es do sparkle and he vomits flame His neck curl'd like the Ocean whence he came His open nostrils snort aloud his chest And deawlap in tenacious Moss are drest His ample sides with red are spotted then Ends in a Monster his huge slimie train Drag'd after him in far•hest Seas those Whales Have such which swallow up the obvious sails Earth trembles with the load astonish'd fly The scatter'd cattle nor are followed by Th' affrighted Pastor beasts the forrest clear And all the Huntsmen are half dead with fear Only Hippolitus unmov'd remains And his amaze• St•eds with straighter reins Encourag'd by his wel-known voice retai•s
it be fully morn Though bounteous Heav'n no blessings hath in store Which you deserve not richly to enjoy Whatever Phoebus doth behold and more Even to twist the thread of Destiny Though you deserve the Seas discovered womb Should unto you her hidden Treasures give Which when you die should serve to build your Tomb But all the Gods attend you whilest you live Though we confesse all this to be your due Yet do not boast that it is yours alone Your Husband meriteth both this and you What then deserve you now conjoyn'd in one May you live long and happy all your dayes Crown'd with a lasting plenty and content May no disturbance ever cloud the Face But what one doth let be by either meant A fruitfull and a toward Linage blesse Your youth the subject to support your age And when Death summons you in happinesse May they succeed as well as Heritage And if more may be said may you two have Blessings above your hopes above your wishes And when age fits your bodies for the Grave May then your spirits meet breath'd out in Kisses Thus the uncaptiv'd Gods do joyntly pray Yet Iuno vows a chast revenge withall Swearing fair Bride that you a while shall stay Before you do upon Lucina call On a Necklace of small Pomander given him by a Lady ANd art thou mine at length com'st thou to deck My worthlesse Wrist thus persum'd by her neck Canst thou so freely to my use dispense That precious Odor thou receivedst thence Couldst thou alas such real joys forsake For this sad cause to justifie thy black Me thought thou wert while thou didst that invest The cinders of the Phoenix spiced Nest Out of whch rose her admirable Face As the sole sp•cies of that Virgin Race There hadst thou grown immortal while worn there No day but added to thy Life a Year But now thou dost with me in Exile live Each day doth take what there each day did give Alas poor Fool Man might have taught thee this Death waits on those are banish'd Paradize Couldst thou have still continu'd there thou 'dst bin Long-liv'd as he had he not found out sin No Fate had cut thy thread nor chance unstrung Thy Beads till the Worlds Passing-Bell had Pearls had look'd pale with Envy Diamonds mourn'd And sparkling forth their prouder anger burn'd While every grain of thee had grown a Gem Of greater price than the whole Race of them The wary Prophets mercenary Wife Who for a Bracelet sold her Husband's life And thought her Crime excus'd the flame-fac'd stones Being such prevalent Temptations All her so dear-bought Iewels would have thrown Down at her feet for the exchange of one thou 'dst grown a Rosary for Angels there Thy glorious Beads dropt in eternal Prayer Offer'd in smoke thou mightst have bought the Gods Out of their Heaven to have chang'd Abodes With thee we should have seen the deathlesse Train About her neck link'd in an endlesse Chain The emulous Powers contending who should rest On the Swan-downy Pillows of her brest Where by a more especial favor thrown They had that Heav'n preferred to their own And canst thou quit so coveted a place To feel such a sick Pulses frantick pace To circle this poor arm which still must mourn Because it must not be where thou wert worn Indeed 't is true my small Physician she Taught thee thy skill but 't is best shew'd on me Thanks charitable Friend For this will I Study a reward great as thy courtesie No Relique shall be kept more safe nor be In greater Adoration had than thee Each morning will I with a trembling kisse Offer my burning Lips in Sacrifice All day look on thee with that greedy view As if I meant to string mine Eyes there too At night my never slumbring thoughts shall keep The Watch while thou dost in my bosome sleep And lest my panting Heart alarm thee there I le turn it out for to be lodg'd elsewhere I would not with a minutes absence buy The World though Heav'n were the Security I 'l tell thy numerous seeds and know the same Not onely by their number but by name Then set a higher price on ev'ry Bead Than I would rans•m upon a Monarchs head No wealth should fetch thee from me unlesse she Would be the price her self who owned thee When scorch'd by some proud Beauty I for shade Will flie to the small knots of thy dark brade And when I 'm ready with despair to freez I will inflame my self by kissing these Driv'n to Extremity I scarce would stoop To take the Chymists greatest secret up For with a touch of thee my fancy would Be sure to turn all Metalls into Gold Thou art my All on Earth and he that robs Me but of one of these thy little Globes I in Heav'ns juster Chancery will lay To 's charge the stealing the whole World away But which when Fate protract thy time is come Hastned with grief to be so long from home Thou shalt from me again to her depart For on the flaming Altar of my Heart I 'll all the filth thou here contracted'st take Away and so in Incense pay thee back Thus I le requite thy kindnesse but be sure Thou dost not wound where thou pretend'st to cure 'T would be a treach'rous and unworthy Art Thus ty'd about mine arm to give my Heart On Himself being Lame I Prithee tell not me of Pox or Gout It is my Fancie's fall'n into my Foot I know her haughty stomack did disdain To lie a soaking in a small-Beer brain This Salamander doth in flames still dwell And in a cooling Iulip findes a Hell Give her a Bowl of Spanish which might breath A Feaver into the cold Limbs of Death Might make the Brethrens Marble rise dance Till it had wak'd the drowsie Puritans And raised their new-molded dust to sing Zealous Encomiums of the Cath'lique King Then she will knock at Heav'n this Tavern flie When throughly drench'd in Sack doth soar most high And like the South-winde from her dropping wings Shakes the bright showre which up in numbers springs Numbers might pose Arithmetick and teach Dull man what feet will up to Heaven reach Numbers which without sweating are distill'd And writ when you 'd believe the Inck was spill'd And that in so harmonious a strain You 'd finde a Musick in the pretious rain Then might you see her Wine-wet cheeks out-shine The Muses washing in their Hippocrene She were a Wife for Bacchus then but that He must not marry what himself begat Then she 'd out-noise Ioves thunder that which rent The Womb of Semele for the Firmament Swear that with Genial Nectar he was warm'd When 's fertile brain brought forth Minerva arm'd And tell me if I 'd heat it well with Wine His should not be more pregnant than should mine She would be my Minerva nor afraid To challenge at both Weapons the great Maid And she would still have swagger'd there no doubt If I