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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A77795	Melpomene: or, The muses delight Being new poems and songs. Written by several of the great wits of our present age, as I.D. T.F. S.W. T.S. C.O. I.B. &c. Collected together, and now printed.; New collection of poems and songs.	Bulteel, John, fl. 1683.; Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester, 1647-1680. aut; Owen, Corbett, 1646-1671. aut	1678 (1678)	Wing B5456; ESTC R216784	41,653	172

down they 'r at the best All that but looks like fair great good on Earth Takes from a Female its first rise and birth Talk of high thoughts who will Ambition prize Does any thing make Man like Woman rise Can there be Love without her or true Wealth She 's his best Mine best Doctor for his Health His all in all in her embraces stands That little World the greater which commands She 's such a Mint as Coyns him Young agen And makes his Stamp pass currant amongst Men. Talks she at random as you here define 'T is but as wisest Men will do sometime To me those sweet Diversions fresh appear A running Banquet after heavy chear Man helpless were without her help indeed The Worlds great Spirit would be lost and Seed Then helpless let him be doth so require So help me God as I such help desire Foolish NICETY I Hate a sullen Mistress of such tumor Put in a Jest it puts her out of Humor Fondly mistakes each pass●●… word I say Takes pet as Tinder fire then fools away Her self in Childish anger if she speaks At best when best she 's pleas'd poor thing it breaks Into such woful phrase doth so disburse Odd ends of Gold and Silver in discourse That as I live 't is much against my will For her own credit she 's not silent still Better shut up in silence tho she go For Proud than open to her overthrow What 's a fair Woman simply Shall I tell ye A Box of Mummy or of warmer Jelly Which for a taste or so may currant pass But not to make a meal on Where 's that Ass A piece of Snout-fair ignorance would marry Sooner I 'd hew a Mistress from the Quarry Pigmalion once carv'd out I 'd sooner go On pilgrimage to Mecha and there throw My Eyes on burning Bricks till all about The Nerves and Sinews crackt their Lamps leapt out Than fix on such a Wife take this from me There 's nought so fulsome as a Foolish She. On The Victory over the Spaniards in the Bay of Sancta Crux in the Island of Teneriffe NOw does Spains Fleet her spacious wings unfold Leaves the New World and hastens to the Old But tho the Wind were fair they slowly swom Fraighted with active guilt and guilt to come For this Rich load of which so proud they are Was rais'd by Tyranny and rais'd for War Ev'ry capacious Galleons Womb was fill'd With what the Womb of wealthy Kingdoms yield The New Worlds wounded Intrails they had tore For Wealth wherewith to wound the Old one more Wealth which all others Avarice might cloy But yet in them caus'd as much Fear as Joy For now upon the Main themselves they saw That boundless Empire where we give the Law Of Winds and Waters rage they fearful be But much more fearful th' English Flags to see Day that to those who sail upon the Deep More wisht for and more welcome is then Sleep They dreaded to behold lest the Sun 's Light With our dread Streamers should salute their sight In thickest Darkness they would chuse to steer So that such Darkness might suppress their fear At length theirs vanishes and Fortune smiles For they behold the sweet Canary-Isles One of which doubtless is by Nature blest Above both Worlds since 't is above the rest For lest some Gloominess might stain her Sky Trees there the Duty of the Clouds supply O Noble Trust which Heav'n on this Isle pours Fertile to be yet never need her showrs A happy People which at once do gain The Benefits without the Ills of Rain Both Health and Profit Fate cannot deny Where still the Earth is moist the Air still dry There jarring Elements no discord know Fewel and Rain together kindly grow And Coolness there with Heat does never fight This only Rules by Day and that by Night There the indulgent Soyl the rich Grape breeds Which of the Gods the fancied Drink exceeds They still do yield such is their precious mold All that is good and are not curs'd with Gold With fatal Gold for where e're it does grow Neither the Soyl nor People quiet know Which troubles men to raise it while 't is Ore And when 't is rais'd it troubles them much more Ah! why was thither brought that cause of war Kinde Nature had from thence remov'd so far In vain doth she those Islands free from ill If Fortune can make guilty what she will ' But whilst I draw the Scene where we ere long ' Again may conquer this is left unsung For Sancta Crux the glad Fleet takes her way And safely there casts Anchor in the Bay Never so many with one Joyful Cry That place saluted where they all must die Deluded men Fate with you did but sport You scapt the Sea to perish in the Port 'T was more for England's Fame you should Die there Where you had most of Strength and least of Fear The Peek's proud height the Spaniards do admire Yet in their Brests carry a Pride much higher Only to this vast Hill a pow'r is giv'n At once both to inhabit Earth and Heav'n But this stupendious prospect did not near Make them admire so much as they did fear For here they met with News which did produce A Grief above the Cure of Grapes best Juyce They learn'd with terror that nor Summers heat Nor Winters storms could make our Fleet retreat To fight against such Foes was vain they knew Which did the rage of Elements subdue Who on the Ocean that does horror give To all besides Triumphantly do live With haste they therefore all their Gallions moar And flank with Cannon from the neighboring shore Forts Lines and Sconces all the Bay along They build and act all that can make them strong Fond men who know not whilst such Works they raise They only Labour to exalt our Praise Yet they by restless Toyls became at length So proud and confident of their made strength That they with joy their boasting General heard Wisht then for that Assault they lately fear'd His wish he hath for now undaunted Blake With winged speed for Sancta Crux does make For our Renown his Conquering Fleet does ride O're Seas as vast as is the Spaniards Pride Whose Fleet and Trenches view'd he soon did say We to their strength are more oblig'd than they Were 't not for that they from their Fate would run And a third World seek out our Arms to shun Those Forts which there so high and strong appear Do not so much suppress as shew their Fear Of speedy Victory let no man doubt Our worst work 's past now we have found them out Behold their Navie does at Anchor lie And they are ours for now they cannot flie This said the whole Fleet gave it their applause And all assum'd his courage for the Cause That Bay they enter which unto them owes The noblest Wreathes that Victory bestows Bold Stayner leads this Fleet 's design'd by

The pious dead To an Elizium that could please So much as now the breathless divers these All pleasures and all riches that are known Their liquid coolness comprehends alone So much that he that would recount How far earths wealth the waters doth surmount Need not speak ought of rich Pactolus Strand Nor Tagus golden sand Nor how the Eastern Pilgrims yearly go Their Coyn in Ganges sacred stream to throw He need not tell how in the Ocean lies The wealth of disappointed Treasuries The golden Wrecks which ev'ry year Storms and tempests drowned there The Spanish Fleets on purpose cast away Lest they become the conquering English prey These riches which from spoyl'd earth came He need not name Nor yet what are more precious far than these The native Pearls and Coral of the Seas More than all this may in one word be told Who doubts the waters price who now but hears 't is cold IX Lovers do now no more Those sparkling eyes by which they 're burnt adore Their being like the Sun Now hatred draws which former praises won The Water-nymphs alone now please And Venus onely raigns within her native Seas All Peleus happie fortune praise Which him to Thetis happie bed did raise To Thetis bed that fair Sea-nymph whose love Was thought too great a happiness for Jove Were she now present here None to embrace her close would fear Although transform'd again she should appear A Lion Tyger Leopard Bear Or any Monster else like these Which Saylors fright upon her imitating Seas So that at last her self again A Water-nymph she would remain The Ladies too as much as they desire A vigorous youth all heat all fire Yet now perhaps would scarce approve For a Gallant the mighty Jove If such as when to Semele he came Clad in lightning and in flame His love so fiercely burn'd That its own object it to ashes turn'd Her flames ascended to the skie Whither her too ambitious love did flie A cooler Wooer now they love And Neptune spight of Fate prefer to Jove Juno may cease her usual spight None may be jealous now but Amphitrite Or if Jove chance to be In love with some new Danaë He must now orecome her Tower Not with a golden but a watry shower X. What then shall we to bounteous Charwel give For all the pleasures we receive Shall we a Grassie Altar build In the next fruitful field There sacrifice a ready Ox or Cow Which neither Yoke nor Milk-pail know A Goat a Kid a Ram Or many a tender Lamb And with their Consecrated bloud Augment his sinking floud Shall we his Curled head Which now with Reeds is onely covered With all the flowry Garlands crown Which the great Garden of the Town The Market shews or Gardens yield The Markets of the field Into his waters shall we pour forth wine The richest Juyce of the Canary-Vine And for the coolness of our kinde retreat Repay as kinds an heat No none of these he loves These ancient honours all he disapproves He who so long ran on the British sand So many hundred years a Christian Land Whose waters unto Fonts convey'd So many Christians have made In his own waves so far baptized is As to think it much amiss That we our selves again should make Idolaters and Pagans for his sake Nay though himself were Heathen still He would not suffer we should kill Those beasts for him for whom he has So long provided Hay and Grass To more ignoble Man he leaveth that Who those he does intend for to devour makes fat XI The Flowers his fertile waters bred Through the earths subtil chanel spread Since to himself so neer alli'd For his sake to be cut he counts it Parricide As he the Drunkards Garden will not use So he his Wine too doth refuse His Fishes lives he loves to spare Who but too oft intoxicated are Who in such numbers die Their greediest Host to satisfie And by their drunkenness his gluttony supply Since then he 'll none of these receive Good wishes we can onely give May therefore this excessive heat His enemy and ours retreat May he not any where for dread Of the hot Sun hide underneath his head Nor yet again let Winter-flouds confuse His course whilst in himself himself he swoln may lose But let a plenty clear and still Brim-high his undisturbed Chanel fill May none with Dams restrain his force Nor interrupt his course May none his Mother-stream divide Nor into petty Dykes his waters turn aside May not his liquid state So perish by unhappie Empires fate May no foul Sinks his clearness spoil No Common-shore his stream defile But let him chaste and clear enter fair Isis bed And Virgin Thames himself a Virgin wed XII May their innumerable Progenie The Fishy Trent outvie Replenished with these Let 'em creep softly to the Seas Thorow rank Grass full Corn and lofty Trees By wealthy Farms and stately Palaces But still be sure that by the way They both their homage pay Their daily tribute bring To their whole elements great universal King In whose large Throne We Jove and Neptune see conjoyn'd in one Tridents in one Scepters in th' other hand Sway both the Sea and Land The Kingdoms Pilot he the Navies King Both to a happie Port do bring Both with so skilful hands do steer Nor hidden Rocks nor open Streams they fear From his great Palace they may then go down And view that Ocean of a Town That Sea of wealth which does enfold All the rich Rivers gold This they may coast too since they know She all to them does owe But yet descending with the Tyde They finde a cause of greater pride XIII These wishes we to Charwel owe For the sweet Cold that in his waves do flow But yet our pleasures grow more great In that we round us still perceive the vanquisht heat Thence fresh delights arise That whilst so neer us it doth tyrannize His force we laugh at and despise Still we midst flaming swords enjoy our paradise Although a Furnace round us glow We still are cool like Aetna's constant Snow That valiant Snow which does defeat The neighb'ring power of all that Magazine of heat Whilst not a Cloud does flatter in the skie Wells Pools and many Brooks be dry We to our lips stand up Like happie Sun-dew in our well-fill'd Cup That Jovial plant whose fate now all things wish Which ev'n at general draughts but laughs Whilst in her brim-full nat'ral dish The unexhausted Rosa Solis quaffs This Charwel still whilst deep though faln he flows On us alone bestows The parched earth he succour can't His nearest Meadows do his presence want Their wide deep cracks do gape in vain For flouds and for delaying rain The earth does with a thousand mouthes complain And heav'n of foul ingratitude accuse That can quick aid refuse Who though she had receiv'd from her below Her Rains exhal'd her Hail her Snow Doth yet he hold her Benefactress burn

And not one single shower one single drop return XIV Now that the Earth their Nurses brests are dry The infant-Plants grow sick and die Not one of all their mouthes one luckie root Cannot suck one poor drop into 't Thus choakt and banisht in one place they have A Cradle and a Grave The rest do droop and for the dead Each seems to mourn and hang his pensive head But none one dewie tear can shed That mournful rain Were 't not to them as to sad men in vain Those tears would keep them all alive And ev'n the dead they weep for too revive But now their thirsty grief Cannot that way procure its own relief Amaz'd they know not why For what grand crime they thus should die What causless rage Could thus engage That civil God Apollo His savage Grandsire Saturn's crime to follow Who to secure his power All his own off-spring did devour Like Cruelty what makes Apollo use His power to lose Whilst those same Plants for whose wise use old Fame Did him the God of Physick name Those Plants with which lost health he did restore And from the jaws of death preys half devoured tore He makes declining from their vigour lie Themselves on their sick beds and of one Fever die XV. Hence justly all the children of the Spring The Sun their Tyrant count and not their King The proudest Flow'rs now hate the very light That shews their beauties to our sight The amorous Marigold that turns To her dear Sun he now not warms but burns Weary of his import'nate ray Would spight of Love and Nature turn away Those tender fruits that hardly bear The sharpness of our Northern air Whom the Sun yet could ne'r make ripe with all His force unless assisted by a wall On the most shady bough Not ripe alone but roasted now Those courteous Ladies whose kinde hands reprieve The perishing fruits and give By their obliging art a longer date To their short fate And so the Winter make and Spring The Summers and the Autumns pleasures bring Need now no more whilst they desire Their fruit to keep by the same fire Their beauties lose nor to raise enmities Betwixt our pleased tastes and our defrauded eyes Their Sweet-meats with due colours now to grace They need not spoil a better in their face Some sugred water let their Gardners throw On the scorcht trees and so The Fruits will turn to Sweet-meats as they grow The heat which all before did spoil Will them in that new Liquor boil So Cherries Grapes or Goosberries Plums Apricocks or any fruits they please Preserved they may gather from the trees XVI This scorched heat in Gardens raigns In spight of all the Gardners care and pains And all his Watring-pots poor counterfeited rains A fiercer fire burns up th' unwatred field Which had been better left until'd The piercing Sun-beams aged trunks invade Through all the numerous leaves that hide them in their shade The Oak that grows on the most shady vale Would with her kindred in the Navie sail And less would fear Dutch Fire-ships there Than the Suns rays more formidable here There ready water would her flames surround But here she burns upon the burning ground For fear of this all without winde may shake And trembling Asps excused quake Many already shew their griefs and fears In copious gummy tears And well they may Since though still green and Lightning-proof the Bay Is almost scorcht by her own Phoebus ray XVII But these effects of the Suns spight Are all but light Worse torments his malignant influence Inflicts on them to whom unhappie sense Cruelly-bounteous Nature did dispense Their feeling like a Burning-glass Doubles the fiery rays as through their skins they pass Hence from each ecchoing Rock there does rebound Tormented Cattels mournful sound The fairest and most healthful Cow Would gladly live like that of Myron now Since all our Herds of fire are quite as full As the flame-belching Cretan Bull The Suns meer rays the beasts more smartly sting Than all the Gad-flyes which they bring The scorched Race-horse now would fain out-run The fiery Coursers of the Sun Though consecrated once unto that God He so much fears his flaming Whip and Rod He 'd rather through the Russian Snow With heavie Sled long Winter-journeys go Than made immortal in the heaven-highway Draw the illustrious Chariot of the day XVIII The Winter-thriving Rabbets curse Their once-more-friendly Furs Though no Guns lightning reach their fearful eye From the Suns fire away they flie In their deep holes to save their lives they buried lie Their barren Warrens may unheeded burn To see their loss they 'll not return The sweetest shortest grass their chief delight From their cool holes would now not one invite Although secured from the ravenous Kyte The Kyte that with the Sun did use to play And meet his rays half way Flies to the shade and fears her self to be his prey The sharpest-sighted Eagle dare no more Upon his lustre pore No more her young one that way doth she try She from his heat her self doth flie Her body cannot bear 't much less her tender eye With gaudiest colours Birds aray'd Do hide their bravery in the shade Others in vain some refuge seek to finde By courting Stanniel-like the winde No succour thence is to be got The winde it self blows hot None but the Water-fowl for happie go Who hide themselves where shady rivers flow The Swans the Geese the Ducks the Drakes And others who frequent ponds rivers lakes These live what all their fellows wish The life of blessed Fish These can defie the heat whilst all the rest Die Phoenix-like each burnt in his own nest XIX But all those pains which singly do infest That Plant this Bird or Beast On more unhappie man concentred light On him they wreak their utmost spight The worlds epitome can shew All the sharp griefs the greater world doth know Nay all its ills to him are worse Their union does augment their force The sweating Country-swain Feels not alone his proper pain The numerous mischiefs that surround His Farm do all on him rebound There his parcht Corn here growing Hay appears And these in vain he waters with his tears Here a sick Ox or dying Cow Does lamentably low And from his brest their piteous moan Re-ecchoes in a sadder groan The many acres of his barren field Of grief alone a plenteous harvest yield But lest that burnt ground make corn scant And bread the greedy multitude should want A Plague is rais'd by the same power The numerous eaters to devour Nor doth Death now his prey With single darts as heretofore destroy The Sythes that rusty to the walls were laid By the dire heat to th' Country useless made Death to the City hath convey'd These round him with quick hands he throws Whole houses down at once whole streets alone he mows XX. But all these Sythes for Death do prove too few Nor will he stay for new