the Day behind Describe their Fleet abandoning the Sea And all their Merchants left a wealthy Prey Our first success in War make Bacchus Crown And half the Vintage of the Year our own The Dutch their Wine and all their Brandy loâ—â— Disarm'd of that from which their Courage growâ— While the glad Englsh to relieve their toil In Healths to their great Leader drink the spoil His high Command to Africks Coast extend And make the Moors before the English bend Those barbarous Pirates willingly receive Conditions such as we are pleas'd to give Deserted by the Dutch let Nations know We can our own and their great business do False Friends chastise and common Foes restrain Which worse than Tempests did infest the Main Within those Streights make Holland's Smirna Fleâ—â— With a small Squadron of the English meet Like Falcons these those like a numerous Flock Of Fowl which scatter to avoid the Shock There paint Confusion in a various shape Some sink some yield and flying some escape â—â—rope and Africa from either shore â—ectators are and hear our Cannon roar While the divided world in this agree Men that Fight so deserve to rule the Sea â—ut nearer home thy Pencil use once more 〈◊〉 place our Navy by the Holland shore The World they compass'd while they fought with 〈◊〉 here already they resign the Main Spain Those greedy Mariners out of whose way â—issusive Nature could no Region lay â—t home preserv'd from Rocks and Tempests lieâ— Compel'd like others in their Beds to die Their single Towns th' Iberian Armies prest We all their Provinces at once invest And in a Month Ruine their Traâ—â—ique more Than that long War could in an Age before But who can always on the Billows lie The watry Wilderness yields no supply Spreading our Sails to Harwich we resort And meet the Beauties of the British Court Th' Illustrious Dutchess and her Glorious Train Like Thetis with her Nymphs adorn the Main The gazing Sea-gods since the Paphian Queen Sprung from among them no such sight had seâ— Charm'd with the Graces of a Troop so fair Those deathless Powers for us themselves 〈◊〉 Resolv'd the aid of Neptune's Court to bring And help the Nation where such Beauties sprinâ— The Soldier here his wasted store supplies And takes new Valor from the Ladies Eyes Mean while like Bees when stormy Winter's gooâ— The Dutch as if the Sea were all their own Desert their Ports and falling in their way â—ur Hamburgh Merchants are become their Prey Thus flourish they before th' approaching Fight As dying Tapers give a blazing Light To check their Pride our Fleet half victual'd goes â—nough to serve us till we reach our Foes Who now appear so numerous and bold The Action worthy of our Arms we hold A greater force than that which here we find â—â—'re press'd the Ocean nor employ'd the Wind. â—estrain'd a while by the unwelcom Night â—h ' impatient English scarce attend the Light But now the Morning Heav'n severely clear â—o the flerce Work Indulgent does appear And Phoebâ—s lists above the Waves his Light That he might see and thus record the Fight As when loud winds from different quarters rush â—ast Clouds incountring one another crush With swelling Sails so from their several Coasts Join the Batavian and the British Hoasts For a less Prize with less Concern and Rage The Roman Fleets at Actium did Engage They for the Empire of the World they knew These for the Old contend and for the New At the first shock with Blood and Powder stain'd Nor Heaven nor Sea their former face retain'd Fury and Art produce Effects so strange They trouble Nature and her Visage change Where burning Ships the banish'd Sun supply And no Light shines but that by which men die There YORK appears so prodigal is he Of Royal Blood as ancient as the Sea Which down to Him so many Ages told Has through the veins of Mighty Monarchs roll'd The great Achilles march'd not to the Field Till Vulcan that impenetrable Shield And Arms had wrought yet there no Bullets flew â—ut Shafts and Darts which the weak Phâ—ygians threw Our bolder Heroe on the Deck does stand Expos'd the Bulwark of his Native Land Defensive Arms â—aid by as useless here Where massie Balls the Neighbouring Rocks do tear Some Power unseen those Princes do's proâ—â—ct Who for their Countrey thus themselves neglect Against Him first Opdam his Squadron leads Proud of his late Success against the suedis Made by that Action and his high Command Worthy to perish by a Princes Hand The tall Batavian in a vast Ship rides â—aring an Army in her hollow sides â—t not inclin'd the English Ship to board 〈…〉 than on his Sword From whence a fatal Volly we receiv'd It miss'd the Duke but His Great Heart â— griev'd Three worthy Persons from His side it tore And dy'd His Garment with their scatter'd Gore Happy to whom this glorious death arrives More to be valu'd â—han a thousand Lives On such a Theatre as this to die For such a Cause and such a Witness by Who would not thus a Sacrifice be made To have his Blood on such an Altar laid The rest about Him strook with horror stood To see their Leader cover'd oâ—re with Blood So trembl'd Iacob when he thought the stains Of his Sons Coat had issued from his veins He feels no wound but in his troubled thought Before for Honour now Revenge He fought His Friends in pieces torn the bitter News Not brought by Fame with His own Eys He views 〈◊〉 Mind at once reflecting on their Youth Their Worth their Love their Valour and their Truth The joys of Court their Mothers and their Wives To follow Him abandon'd and their Lives He storms and shoots but flying Bullets now To execute His Rage appear too slow They miss or sweep but common Souls away For such a Loss Opdam his Life must pay Encouraging His Men He gives the Word With fierce intent that hated Ship to Board And make the guilty Dutch with His own Arm Wait on His Friends while yet their Blood is warm His winged Vessel like an Eagle shows When through the Clouds to truss a Swan she goes The Belgian Ship unmov'd like some huge Rock Inhabiting the Sea expects the shock From both the Fleets Mens eyes are bent this 〈◊〉 Neglecting all the business of the day Bullets their flight and Guns their noise suspend The silent Ocean does th' event attend Which Leader shall the doubtfull vict'ry bless And give an earnest of the Wars success When Heav'n it self for England to declare Turns Ship and Men and Tackle into Air Their new Commander from his Charge is â—oâ—t Which that young Prince had so unjustly lost Whose great Progenitors with better Fate And better Conduct sway'd their Infant State His flight tow'rds Heav'n th' aspiring Belgian took But fell like Phaeton with Thunder strook From vaster hopes than his he seem'd to fall That durst attempt the British Admiral
The entertainment of their great Madrid Healths to both Kings attended with the rore Of Cannons eccho'd from th' affrighted shoar With loud resemblance of his Thunder prove Bacchus the seed of Cloud eompelling Iove While to his Harp Divine Arion sings The Loves and Conquests of our Albion Kings Of the fourth Edward was his Noble song Fierce Goodly Valiant Beautiful and Young He rent the Crown from vanquisht Henries head Rais'd the white Rose and trampled on the Red Till Love triumphing o're the Victor's pride 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 Himself deluded mocks the Princely Dame The Lady Bona whom just anger burns And Forein War with Civil Rage returns Ah spare your Sword where Beauty is to blame Love gaveth ' Affront must repair the same eyes When France shall boast of her whose conquering Have made the best of English hearts their prize Have power to alter the decrees of Fate And change again the Counsels of our State What the Prophetick Muse intends alone To him that feels the secret Wound is known With the sweet sound of this harmonious lay About the Keel delighted Dolphins play Too sure a sign of Seas ensuing rage Which must anon this Royal Troop engage To whom soft sleep seems more secure and sweet Within the Town commanded by our Fleet. These mighty Peers plac'd in the gilded Barge Proud with the burden of so brave a charge With painted Oars the Youths begin to sweep Neptunes smooth face and cleave the yielding deep Which soon becomes the seat of sudden War Between the Wind and Tide that fiercely 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 restless Ball Tost too and fro is urged by them all So fares the doubtful Barge'twixt Tide and Winds And like effect of their contention finds Yet the bold Britains still securely row'd Charles and his Virtue was their sacred load Than which a greater pledge Heaven could not give That the good Boat this Tempest should out-live But storms encrease and now no hope of grace Among them shines save in the Princes Face The rest resign their courage skill and sight To danger horror and unwelcome night The gentle Vessel wont with state and pride On the smooth back of Silver Thames to ride Wanders Astonish'd in the angry main As Titans Car did while the golden rein Fill'd the young hand of his advent ' rous Son When the whole world an equal hazard run To this of ours the light of whose desire Waves threaten now as that was skar'd by fire Th' impatient Sea grows impotent and raves That night assisting his impetuous waves Should find resistance from so light a thing These surges ruin those our safety bring Th' oppressed Vessel doth the charge abide Only because assail'd on every side So Men with rage and passion set on fire Trembling for hast 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 Than 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 storm to have so calm a peace Great Maro could no greater Tempest feign When the loud Winds usurping on the Main For angry Iuno labour'd to destroy The hated reliques of confounded Troy His bold Aeneas on like Billows tost In a tall Ship and all his Country lost Dissolves with fear and both his hands upheld Proclaims them happy whom the Greeks had quel'd In Honourable fight Our Hero set In a small shallop fortune in his debt So near a hope of Crowns and Scepters more Than ever Priam when he flourish'd wore His Loyns yet full of ungot Princes all His Glory in the bud lets nothing fall That argues Fear if any thought annoys The gallant youth 't is Loves untasted joys And dear remembrance of that futal glance For which he lately pawn'd his Heart in France Where he had seen a brighter Nymph than she That sprung out of his present foe the Sea That noble Ardor more than mortal Fire The Conquer'd Ocean could not make expire Nor angry Thetis raise her waves above Th'Heroick Princes Courage or his Love T was Indignation and not Fear he felt The shrine should perish where that Image dwelt Ah Love forbid the Noblest of thy Train Should not survive to let her know his pain Who nor his Peril minding nor his Flame Is entertain'd with some less serious Game Among the bright Nymphs of the Gallique Court All highly born obsequious to her sport They Roses seem which in their early pride But half reveal and half their Beauties hide She the glad morning which her beams does throw Upon their smiling leaves and gilds them so Like bright Aurora whose reâ—ulgent Ray Foretells the fervor of ensuing day And warns the Shepherd with his Flocks retreat To leaâ—ie shadows from the threatned heat From Cupids strings of many shafts that fled Wing'd with those plumes which noble fame had shed As through the wondring world she flew and told Of his Adventures haughty brave and bold Some had already touch'd the Royal Maid But love's first summons seldom are obey'd Light was the Wound the Prince's care unknown She might not would not yet reveal her own His glorious name had so possest her ears That with delight those antique tales she hears Of Iason Theseus and such Worthies old As with his Story best resemblance hold And now she views as on the wall it hung What old Musaus so Divinely sung Which Art with life and love did so inspire That she discerns and favours that desire Which there provokes th'advent'rous youth to swim And in Leanders danger pities him Whose not new love alone but fortune seeks To frame his story like that amorous Greeks For from the Stern of some good Ship appears A friendly light which moderates their fears New courage from reviving hope they take And climbing o're the waves that Taper make On which the hope of all their Lives depends As his on that fair Hero's hand extends The Ship at anchor like a fixed Rock Breaks the proud Billows which her large sides knock Whose rage restrained foaming higher swells And from her Port the weary Barge repels Threatening to make her forced out again Repeat the dangers of the troubled main Twice was the Cable hurl'd in vain the fates Would not be moved for our Sister States For England is the third successfull throw And then the Genius of that Land they know Whose Prince must be as their own Books devise Lord of the Scene where now his danger lies Well
sung the Roman Bard all human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings O see the then sole hope and in design Of Heaven our joy supported by a line Which for that instant was Heaven's care above The chain that 's fixed to the Throne of Iove On which the fabrick of our World depends One Link dissolv'd the whole Creation ends Of His Majesties receiving the News of the Duke of Buckingham's 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 Heav'n 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 less maim Though thy wise choice has since repair'd the same Bold Homer durst not so great virtue feign In his best pattern of Patroclus slain With such amazement as weak Mothers use And frantick gesture he receives the news Yet fell his Darling by th' impartial chance Of war impos'd by Royal Hector's Launce Thine in full peace and by a vulgar hand Torn from thy bosom left his high command The famous Painter could allow no place For private sorrow in a Princes face Yet that his piece might not exceed belief He cast a Veil upon supposed grief 'T was want of such a President as this Made the old Heathen frame their Gods amiss Their Phaebus should not act a fonder part For their fair Boy than he did for his Heart Nor blame for Hyacinthus fate his own That kept from him wish'd death hadst thou been known He that with thine shall weigh good David's deeds Shall find his Passion not his Love exceeds He curst the Mountains where his brave friend dy'd But let false Ziba with his Heir divide Where thy immortal Love to thy best Friends Like that of Heaven upon their Seed descends Such huge extreams inhabit thy great mind God-like unmov'd and yet like Woman kind Which of the ancient Poets had not brought Our Charles His Pedigree from Heaven and taught How some bright dame comprest by mighty Iove Produc'd this mixt Divinity and Love To the Queen occasioned upon sight of Her Majesties Picture WEll fare the hand which to our humble sight Presents that Beauty which the dazling Light Of Royal spendor hides from weaker eyes And all access save by this Art denies Here only we have Courage to behold This Beam of Glory here we dare unfold In numbers thus the wonders we conceive The gracious Image seeming to give leave Propitious stands vouchsasing to be seen And by our Muse saluted Mighty Queen In whom th'extreams of Power and Beauty move The Queen of Britain and the Queen of Love As the bright Sun to which we owe no sight Of equal Glory to your Beauties light Is wisely plac'd in so sublime a seat T' extend his light and moderate his heat So happy 't is you move in such a sphear As your high Majesty with awful fear In humane Breasts might qualify that Fire Which kindled by those Eyes had flamed higher Than when the scorched World like hazard run By the approach of the ill guided Sun No other Nymphs have Title to men's Hearts But as their Meaness larger hope imparts Your Beauty more the fondest Lover moves With Admiration than his private loves With Admiration for a pitch so high save sacred Charles his never Love durst fly Heaven that preferr'd a Scepter to your hand Favour'd our freedom more than your command Beauty had crown'd you and you must have been The whole Worlds Mistriss other than a Queen All had been Rival's and you might have spar'd ' Or kill'd and tyranniz'd without a Guard No power atchiev'd either by Arms or Birth Equals love's Empire both in Heaven and Earth Such eyes as yours on Iove himself have thrown As bright and fierce a lightning as his own Witness our Iove prevented by their flame In his swift passage to th' Hesperian Dame When like a Lion finding in his way To some intended spoil a fairer prey The Royal youth pursuing the report Of Beauty found it in the Gallique Court There publique care with private passion fought A doubtful combate in his noble thought Should he confess his greatness and his love And the free Faith of your great Brother prove With his Achates breaking through the cloud Of that disguise which did their Graces shroud And mixing with those gallants at the Ball Dance with the Ladies and out-shine them all Or on his journey o're the Mountains ride So when the fair Leucothoe he espy'd To check his steeds impatient Phaebus earn'd Though all the world was in his course concern'd What may hereafter her Meridian do Whose dawning beauty warm'd his bosome so Not so divine a flame since deathless gods Forbore to visit the defil'd abodes Of men in any mortal breast did burn Nor shall till Piety and they return Vpon His Majesties repairing of Pauls THat shipwrackt vessel which th'Apostle bore Scarce suffer'd more upon Melitas shore Than did his Temple in the Sea of Time Our Nations Glory and our Nations crime When the first Monarch of this happy Isle Mov'd with the ruine of so brave a pile This work of cost and piety begun To be accomplish'd by his glorious Son VVho 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 confus'd heap For in his Art of Regiment is found A power like that of Harmony in sound Those antique Minstrels sure were Charles-like Kings Cities their Lutes and Subjects Hearts their Strings On which with so divine a hand they strook Consent of motion from their breath they took So all our minds with his conspire to grace The Gentiles great Apostle and deface Those State-obscuring sheds that like a Chain Seem'd to confine and fetter him again VVhich the glad Saint shakes off at his command As once the Viper from his sacred hand So joys the aged Oak when we divide The creeping Ivy from his injur'd side Ambition rather would affect the fame Of some new structure to have born her name Two distant Virtues in one act we find The Modesty and Greatness of his mind Which not content to be above the rage And injury of all-impairing age In its own worth secure doth higher climb And things half swallow'd from the jaws of Time Reduce an earnest of his grand design To frame no new Church but the Old refine Which Spouse-like may W th comely grace command More than by force of argument or hand For doubtful reason few can apprehend And War brings ruin where it should amend But Beauty with a bloodless conquest finds A welcome Soveraignty in rudest minds Not ought which Sheba's 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 work attend Long wanted
showers they forget to send As if they ment to make it understood Of more importance than our vital 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 Western end So proud a Fabrick to Devotion given At once it threatens and obliges 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 pow'r employ'd in peaceful things They lift not urge it to the dreadful field The task is easier to destroy than build Sie gratia Regum Pieriis tentata modis Horat. The Country to my Lady of Carlisle Madam OF all the sacred Muse inspir'd Orpheus alone could with the Woods comply Their rude Inhabitants his Song admir'd And Natures self in those that could not lye Your Beauty next our Solitude invades And warms us Shining through the thickest shades Nor ought the Tribute which the wondring Court Pays your fair Eyes prevail with you to scorn The answer and consent to that report Which Eccho-like the Country do's return Mirrors are taught to Flatter but our Springs Present th' impartial Images of things A Rural Judge dispos'd of Beauties prize A simple Shepherd was preferr'd to Iove Down to the Mountains from the partial Skies Came Iuno Pallas and the Queen of Love To plead for that which was so justly given To the bright Carlisle of the Court of Heaven Carlisle a Name which all our Woods are taught Loud as his Amarillis to reâ—ound Carlisle a Name which on the Bark is wrought Of every Tree that 's worthy of the Wound From Phoebus rage our Shadows and our Streams May guard us better than from Carlisle's Beams The Countess of Carlisle in Mourning WHen from black Clouds no part of Sky is clear But just so much as lets the Sun appear Heaven then would seem thy Image and reflect Those Sable Vestments and that Bright Aspect A spark of Virtue by the deepest shade Of sad adversity is fairer made Nor less advantage doth thy Beauty get A Venus rising from a Sea of Jet Such was th' appearance of new formed Light While yet it strugled with Eternal night Then mourn no more lest thou admit encrease Of Glory by thy noble Lords Decease We find not that the Laughter-loving Dame Mourn'd for Anchises 't was enough she came To grace the Mortal with her deathless Bed And that his living Eyes such Beauty fed Had she been there untimely joy through all Mens Hearts diffus'd had mar'd the Funeral Those eyes were made to banish grief as well Bright Phoebus might affect in shades to dwell As they to put on sorrow nothing stands But power to grieve exempt from thy commands If thou lament thou must do so alone Grief in thy presence can lay hold on none Yet still persist the memory to love Of that great Mercury of our mighty Iove Who by the power of his enchanting tongue Swords from the hands of threatning Monarchs wrung War he prevented or soon made it cease Instructing Princes in the Arts of Peace Such as made Sheba'scurious Queen resort To the large-hearted Hebrews Famous Court Had Homer sat amongst his wondring guests He might have learn'd at those stupendous Feasts With greater Bounty and more sacred State The Banquets of the Gods to celebrate But O! what Elocution might he use What potent Charms that could so soon infuse His absent Masters love into the Heart Of Henrietta forcing her to part From her lov'd Brother Country and the Sun And like Camilla O're the waves to run Into his arms while the Parisian Dames Mourn for their Ravish't glory at their flames No less amaz'd than the amazed Stars When the bold Charmer of Thessalian Wars With Heaven it self and numbers does repeat Which call descending Cynthia from her Seat In answer to one who Writ against a fair Lady WHat Fury has provok't thy wit to dare With Diomede to wound the Queen of Love Thy Mistriss's Envy or thine own Despair Not the just Pallas in thy Breast did move So blind a Rage with such a different Fate He Honour won where thou hast purchast Hate She gave assistance to his Trojan Foe Thou that without a Rival thou mayest love Dost to the Beauty of this Lady owe While after her the Gazing world does move Canst thou not be content to Love alone Or is thy Mistress not content with one Hast thou not read of fairy Arthurs shield Which but disclos'd amaz'd the weaker eyes Of proudest Foes and won the doubtful Field So shall thy Rebel wit become her prize Should thy Iambicks swell into a Book All were confuted with one Radiant look Heav'n he oblig'd that plac'd her in the skies Rewarding Phâ—ebus for inspiring so His noble Brain by likening to those Eyes His joyful Beams but Phoebus is thy Foe And neither aids thy Fancy nor thy Sight So ill thou Rim'st against so fair a Light On my Lady Dorothy Sidneys Picture SUch was Philoclea such Mucidorus Flame The matchless Sidney that immortal Frame Of perfect Beauty on two Pillars plac't Not his high Fancy could one pattern grac't With such extremes of Excellence compose Wonders so distant in one Face disclose Such cheerful Modesty such humble State Moves certain Love but with a doubtful Fate As when beyond our Greedy reach we see Inviting Fruit on too sublime a Tree All the rich Flow'rs through his Arcadia found Amaz'd we see in this one Garland bound Had but this Copy which the Artist took From the fair Picture of that noble Book Stood at Calanders the brave friends had jarr'd And Rivals made th' ensuing story marr'd Just nature first instructed by his thought In his own House thus practis'd what he taught This glorious piece transcends what he could think So much his Blood is nobler than his Ink. To Vandike RAre Artisan whose Pensil moves Not our Delights alone but Loves From thy Shop of Beauty we Slaves return that enter'd free The heedless Lover does not know Whose Eyes they are that wound him so But confounded with thy Art Inquires her name that has his Heart Another who did long refrain Feels his Old wound bleed fresh again With dear remembrance of that Face Where now he reads new hopes of Grace Nor Scorn nor Cruelty does find But gladly suffers a false wind To blow the ashes of Despair From the reviving Brand of care Fool that forgets her stubborn look This softness from thy finger took Strange that thy Hand should not inspire The beauty only but the fire Not the form alone and grace But act and power of a Face May'st thou yet thy self as well As all the world besides excel So you th'unseigned Truth rehearse That I may make it Live in Verse Why thou couldst not at one assay That Face to after-times
convey Which this admires was it thy wit To make her oft before thee fit Confess and wee 'l Forgive thee this For who would not repeat that bliss And frequent sight of such a Dame Buy with the hazard of his Fame Yet who can tax thy blameless skill Though thy good hand had failed still When Natures self so often errs She for this many thousand years Seems to have practis'd with much care To Frame the Race of Women Fair Yet never could a perfect Birth Produce before to grace the Earth Which waxed old e're it could see Her that amaz'd thy Art and Thee But now 't is done O let me know Where those immortal Colours grow That could this deathless piece compose In Lillies or the Fading Rose No for this Thest thou hast climb'd higher Than did Prometheâ—s for his Fire Of the Lady who can sleep when she pleases No wonder Sleep from careful Lovers flies To bath himself in Sacharissi's eyes As Fair Astrea once from Earth to Heaven By Strife and loud Impiety was driven So with our Plaints offended and our Tears VVise Somnus to that Paradice repairs VVaits on her VVill and wretches do's forsake To court the Nymph for whom those wretches wake More proud than Phoebus of his Throne of Gold Is the soft God those softer Limbs to hold Nor would exchange with Iove to hide the Skies In darkning Clouds the power to close her eyes Eyes which so far all other Lights controul They warm our Mortal parts but these our Soul Let her free Spirit whose unconquer'd Breast Holds such deep quiet and untroubled rest Know that though Venus and her Son should spare Her Rebel Heart and never teach her Care Yet Hymen may inforce her vigils keep And for anothers Joy suspend her Sleep Of the mis-report of her being Painted As when a sort of Wolves infest the night With their wild howlings at fair Cynthia's light The noise may chase sweet slumber from our eyes But never reach the Mistris of the Skies So with the news of Sacharissa's wrongs Her vexed servants blame those envious tongues Call Love to witness that no painted Fire Can scorch Men so or kindle such desire While unconcerned she seems mov'd no more With this new Malice than our Loves before But from the height of her great Mind looks down On both our passions without Smile or Frown So little care of what is done below Hath the bright Dame whom Heaven affecteth so Paints her 't is true with the same hand which spreads Like Glorious Colours through the Flowry Meads When lavish Nature with her best Attire Clothes the gay Spring the season of desire Paints her 't is true and does her Cheek adorn With the same Art wherewith she paints the Morn With the same Art wherewith she gildeth so Those painted Clouds which form Thaumantias bow Of her passing through a crowd of People AS in old Chaos Heaven with Earth confus'd And Stars with Rocks together crush'd and bruis'd The Sun his light no further could extend Than the next hill which on his Shoulders lean'd So in this throng bright Sacharissa far'd Oppress'd by those who strove to be her Guard As Ships though never so obsequious â—all Foul in a Tempest on their Admiral A greater Favour this disorder brought Unto her Servants than their awful thought Durst entertain when thus compell'd they prest The yielding Marble of her snowy Breast While love insults disguised in the Cloud And welcome force of that unruly Croud So th' amorous Tree while yet the Air is calm Just distance keeps from his desired Palm But when the VVind her ravish't Branches throws Into his Arms and mingles all their Boughs Though loath he seems her tender leaves to press More loath he is that Friendly storm should cease From whose rude Bounty he the double use At once receives of Pleasure and Excuse The Story of Phoebus and Daphne applied THirsis a Youth of the inspired Train Fair Sacharissa lov'd but lov'd in vain Like Phoebus sung the no less amorous Boy Like Daphne she as lovely and as Coy With numbers he the flying Nymph pursues With numbers such as Phoebus self might use Such is the chase when Love and Fancy leads O're craggy Mountains and through floury Meads Invok'd to testifie the Lover's care Or form some Image of his cruel fair Urg'd with his fury like a wounded Deer O're these he fled and now approaching near Had reach't the Nymph with his harmonious lay Whom all his charms could not incline to stay Yet what he sung in his immortal strain Though unsuccessful was not sung in vain All but the Nymph that should redress his wrong Attend his passion and approve his Song Like Phoebus thus acquiring unsought praise He catcht at Love and fill'd his Arm with Bays Fabula Phoebi Daphnis ARcadiae juvenis Thirsis Phaebique Sacerdos Ingenti frustra Sacharissae ardebat amore Hand Deus ipse olim Daphni mâ—jora canebat Nec fuit asperior Daphne nec pulâ—hrior illa Carminibus Phoebo dignis premit ille fugacem Per rupes per saxa volans per florida vates Pascua formosam nunc his componere Nympham Nunc illis crudelem insana mente solebat Audiit illa proculmiserum â—itheramque sonantem Audiit at nullis respectexit mota querelis Ne tamen omnino caneret desertus ad alta Sidera perculsi referunt nova carmina montes Sic non quaesitis cumulatus laâ—dibus olim Elapsa reperit Daphni sua laurea Phoebus Of Mrs. Arden BEhold and listen while the fair Breaks in sweet sounds the willing air And with her own breath fans the Fire VVhich her bright eyes do first inspire VVhat reason can that Love controul VVhich more than one way courts the Soul So when a flash of Lightning falls On our Abodes the danger calls For humane Aid which hopes the Flame To Conquer though from Heaven it came But is the Winds with that conspire Men strive not but deplore the Fire To Amoret FAir that you may truly know What you unto Thirsis owe I will tell you how I do Sacharissa Love and you Joy salutes me when I set My blest Eyes on Amoret But with wonder I am strook When I on the other look If sweet Amoret complains I have sense of all her pains But for Sacharissa I Do not only Grieve but Die All that of my self is mine Lovely Amoret is thine Sacharissa's Captive fain Would untie his Iron chain And those scorching Beams to shun To thy gentle shadow run If the soul had free Election To dispose of her affection I would not thus long have born Haughty Sacharissa's scorn But 't is sure some power above VVhich controuls ours VVill in Love If not Love a strong desire To create and spread that Fire In my Breast solicites me Beauteous Amoret for thee 'T is Amazement more than Love Which her radiant eyes do move If less splendor wait on thine Yet they so benignly shine I would
Beauty from the light retir'd Bid her come forth Suffer her self to be desir'd And not blush so to be admir'd Then die that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair Thirsis Galatea Th. AS lately I on Silver Thames did ride Sad Galatea on the Bank I spy'd Such was her look as sorrow taught to shine And thus she grac'd me with a voice Divine Gal. You that can tune your sounding strings so well Of Ladies Beauties and of Love to tell Once change your Note and let your Lute report The justest grief that ever toucht the Court. Th. Fair Nymph I have in your Delights no share Nor ought to be concerned in your care Yet would I sing if I your sorrows knew And to my aid invoke no Muse but you Gal. Hear then and let your Song augment ouâ— grief Which is so great as not to wish relief She that had all which Nature gives or Chance Whom Fortune joyn'd with Virtue to advance To all the joys this Island could afford The greatest Mistriss and the kindest Lord Who with the Royal mixt her Noble bloud And in high Grace with Gloriana stood Her Bounty Sweetness Beauty Goodness such That none e're thought her happiness too much So well inclin'd her favours to confer And kind to all as Heaven had been to her The Virgins part the Mother and the Wife So well she acted in this span of life That though few years too few alas she told She seem'd in all things but in Beauty old As unripe Fruit whose verdant stalks do cleave Close to the Tree which grieves no less to leave The smiling pendant which adorns her so And until Autumn on the Bough should grow So seem'd her youthful soul not easily forc't Or from so fair so sweet a seat divorc't Her fate at once did hasty seem and slow At once too cruel and unwilling too Th. Under how hard a Law are Mortals borr Whom now we envy we anon must mourn What Heaven sets highest and seems most to prize Is soon removed from our wondring eyes But since the Sisters did so soon untwine So fair a Thread I 'll strive to piece the line Vouchsafe sad Nymph to let me know the Dame And to the Muses I 'll commend her name Make the wide Countrey eccho to your moan The listning Trees and savage Mountains groan What Rocks not moved when the death is sung Of one so good so lovely and so young Gal. 'T was Hamilton whom I had nam'd before But naming her Grief lets me say no more The Battel of the Summer-Islands Cant. I. What Fruits they have and how Heaven smiles Vpon those late discovered Isles AId me Beâ—â—ona while the dreadful Fight Betwixt a Nation and two Whales I write Seas stain'd with goar I sing advent'rous toyl And how these Monsters did disarm an Isle Bermâ—das wall'd with Rocks who does not know That happy Island where huge Lemons grow And Orange trees which Golden Fruit do bear Th'Hesperian Garden boasts of none so fair Where shining Pearl Coral and many a pound On the rich Shore of Amber-greece is found The lofty Cedar which to Heaven aspires The Prince of Trees is fewel for their Fires The smoak by which their loaded spits do turn For â—ncense might on Sacred Altars burn Their private Roofsâ—on od'rous Timber born Such as might Palaces for Kings adorn The sweet Palmettas a new Bâ—cchus yield With Leaves as ample as the broadest shield Under the shadow of whose friendly Boughs They sit carowsing where their Liquor grows Figs there unplanted through the Fields do grow Such as fierce Cato did the Romans show With the rare Fruit inviting them to spoil Carthage the Mistriss of so rich a soil The naked Rocks are not unfruitful there But at some constant seasons every year Their barren tops with luscious Food abound And with the eggs of various Fowls are crown'd Tobacco is the worst of things which they To English Land-lords as their Tribute pay Such is the Mould that the Blest Tenant feeds On precious Fruits and pays his Rent in Weeds With candid Plantines and the jucy Pine On choicest Melons and sweet Grapes they dine And with Potatoes fat their wanton Swine Nature these Cates with such a lavish hand Pours out among them that our courser Land Tastes of that bounty and does Cloth return Which not for Warmth but Ornament is worn For the kind Spring which but salutes us here Inhabits there and courts them all the year Ripe Fruits and blossoms on the â—ame Trees live At once they promise what at once they give So sweet the Air so moderate the Clime None sickly lives or dies before his time Heaven sure has kept this spot of earth uncurst To shew how all things were Created first The tardy Plants in our cold Orchards plac'd Reserve their Fruit for the next ages taste There a small grain in some few Months will be A firm a lofty and a spacious Tree The Palma Christi and the fair Papah Now but a seed preventing Natures law In half the Circle of the hasty year Project a shade and lovely fruit do wear And as their Trees in our dull Region set But faintly grow and no perfection get So in this Northern Tract our hoarser Throats Utter unripe and ill-constrained notes Where the supporter of the Poets style Phoebus on them eternally does smile O how I long my careless Limbs to lay Under the Plantanes shade and all the day With am'rous Airs my fancy entertain Invoke the Musâ—s and improve my vein No passion there in my free breast should move None but the sweet and best of passions Love There while I sing if gentle Love be by That tunes my Lute and winds the Strings so high With the sweet sound of Sacharissa's name I 'll make the listning Savages grow tame But while I do these pleasing dreams indite I am diverted from the promis'd fight Canto II. Of their alarm and how their Foes Discovered were this Canto shows THough Rocks so high about this Island rise That well they may the num'rous Turk despise Yet is no humane fate exempt from fear Which shakes their hearts while through the Isle they hear A lasting noise as horrid and as loud As Thunder makes before it breaks the Cloud Three days they dread this murmur e're they know From what blind cause th' unwonted sound may grow At length Two Monsters of unequal size Hard by the shoar a Fisher-man espies Two mighty Whales which swelling Seas had tost And left them prisoners on the rocky Coast One as a Mountain vast and with her came â— Cub not much inferior to his Dame â—ere in a Pool among the Rocks engag'd â—hey roar'd like Lions caught in toyls and rag'd â—he man knew what they were who heretofore â—ad seen the like lie murdered on the shore â—y the wild fury of some Tempest cast â—he fate
what his bold hand would do On my Lady Isabella playing on the Lute SUch moving sounds from such a careless touch So unconcern'd her self and we so much What Art is this that with so little pains Transports us thus and oâ—r our spirit reigns The trembling strings about her fingers crow'd And tell their Joy for every kiss aloud Small force there needs to make them tremble so Touch't by that hand who would not tremble too Here Loves takes stand and while she charms the ear Empties his quiver on the listning Deer Musick â—o softens and disarms the mind That not an Arrow does resistance find Thus the fair Tyrant celebrates the prize And acts her self the triumph of her eyes So Nero once with Harp in hand survey'd His flaming Rome and as it burnt he play'd To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing CHloris your self you so excel When you vouchsafe to breath my thought That like a spirit with this spell Of my own teaching I am caught That Eagles fate and mine are one Which on the shaft that made him die Espy'd a feather of his own Wherewith he wont to soar so high Had Eccho with so sweet a grace Narcissus's loud complaints return'd Not for reflexion of his face But of his voice the Boy had burn'd Of the marriage of the Dwarfs DEsign or chance makes other 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 pair Beneath the level of all care Over whose heads those Arrows flie Of sad distrust and Jealousie Secured in as high extream As if the world held none but them To him the fairest Nymphs do show Like moving Mountains topt with snow And every Man a Polyphâ—me Does to his Galatea seem None may presume her faith to prove He profers Death that profers Love Ah Chloris that kind nature thus From all the world had server'd us Creating for our selves us two As Love has me for only you Loves farewel TReading the path to Nobler ends A long farewel to Love I gave Resolv'd my Country and my Friends All that remain'd of me should have And this Resolve no mortal Dame None but those eyes could have o'rthrown The Nymph I dare not need not name So high so like her self alone Thus the tall Oak which now aspires Above the fear of private Fires Grown and design'd for nobler use Not to make warm but build the houâ—e Though from our meaner flames secure Must that which falls from Heaven indure From a Child Madam AS in some Climes the warmer Sun Makes it full Summer e're the Spring 's begun ' And with ripe fruit the bending boughs can load Before our Violets dare look abroad So measure not by any common use The early Love your brighter eyes produce When lately your fair hand in womens weed Wrap't my glad head I wish't me so indeed That hâ—sty time might never make me grow Out of those favours you afford me now That I might ever such indulgence sind And you not blush or think your self too kind Who now I fear while I these joys express Begin to think how you may make them less The sound of Love makes your soft heart afraid And guard it self though but a Child invade And innocently at your white brest throw A Dart as white a Ball of new faln snow On a Girdle THat which her â—lender waste confin'd Shall now my joyful Temples bind No Monarch but would give his Crown His Arms might do what this has done It was my Heaven's extreamest Sphear The Pale which held that lovely Dear My Joy my Grief my Hope my Love Did all within this Circle move A narrow compass and yet there Dwelt all that 's good and all that 's fair Give me but what this Riban bound Take all the rest the Sun goes round The Apology of Sleep For not approaching the Lady who can do any thing but sleep when she pleaseth MY charge it is those breaches to repair Which nature takes from sorrow toil and care Rest to the Limbs and quiet I confer On troubled minds but nought can add to her Whom Heaven and her transcendent thoughts have plac'd Above those ills which wretched Mortals taste Bright as the deathless gods and happy She From all that may infringe delight is free Love at her Royal Feet his quiver lays And not his Mother with more haste obeys Such real pleasures such true joys suspence What Dream can I present to recompense Should I with lightning fill her awful hand And make the Clouds seem all at her command Or place her in Olympus top a guest Among th'immortals who with Nectar feast That power would seem that entertainment short Of the true splendor of her present Court Where all the Joys and all the Glories are Of three great Kingdoms sever'd from the care I that of â—umes and humid vapours made Ascending do the seat of sense invade No Cloud in so serene a Mansion find To over-cast her ever-shining mind Which holds resemblance with those spotless Skies Where flowing Nilus want of Rain supplies That Christal Heaven where Phoebus never shrouds His golden beams nor wraps his Face in Clouds But what so hard which numbers cannot force So stoops the Moon and Rivers change their course The bold Maeonian made me dare to steep Ioves dreadful Temples in the dew of sleep And since the Muses do invoke my power I shall no more decline that Sacred Bower Where Gloriana thâ—ir great Mistriss lies But gently taming those victorious Eyes Charm all her senses till the joyful Sun Without a Rival half his course has run Who while my hand that fairer light confines May boast himself the brightest thing that shines At Pens-hurst WHile in the Park I sing the listning Deer Attend my passion and forget to fear When to the Beeches I report my flame 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 wild and cruel Soul is given More deaf than Trees and prouder than the Heav'n Loves â—oe profest why dost thou falsly â—eign Thy self a Sidney from which Noble strain He sprung that could so far exalt the name Of Love and warm our Nation with his Flame That all we can of Love or high desire Seems but the smoak of am'rous Sidneys fire Nor call her Mother who so well do's prove One breast may hold both Chastity and Love Never can she that so exceeds the Spring In Joy and Bounty be suppos'd to bring One so destructive to no humane stock We owe this fierce unkindness but the Rock That cloven Rock produc'd thee by whose side Nature to recompence the fatal pride Of such stern Beauty plac'd those healing springs Which not more help than that destruction brings Thy heart no ruder than the rugged
boon Yet how deserved I to make So ill a change who ever won Immortal praise for what I wrought Instructed by her Noble thought I that expressed her commands To mighty Lords and Princely Dames Always most welcome to their hands Proud that I would record their names Must now be taught an humble stile Some meaner Beauty to beguile So I the wronged Pen to please Make it my humble thanks express Unto your Ladyship in these And now 't is forced to confess That your great self did nere indite Nor that to one more Noble write On a Brede of divers Colours woven by four Ladies TWice Twenty slender Virgin fingers twine This curious Web where all their fancies shine As Nature Them so They this shade have wrought Soft as their hands and various as their thought Not Iuno's Bird when his fair train dispread He wooes the Female to his painted bed No not the bow which so adorns the Skies So Glorious is or boasts so many dies To my Lord of Northumberland upon the death of his Lady TO this great loss 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 show'rs the eyes of us your servants rain Shall grief contract the largeness of that heart In which nor fear nor anger has a part Virtue would blush if time should boast which dries Her sole child dead the tender Mothers eyes Your minds relief where reason triumphs so Over all passions that they ne'r 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 mild 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 lost sons did feel the cruel stroke Of changing fortune and thus highly spoke Before Romes people we did oft implore That if the Heav'ns had any bad in store For your Emilius they would pour that ill On his own house and let you flourish â—till You on the barren Seas my Lord have spent Whole Springs and Summers to the publick 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 less-happy men You that have sacrific'd so great a part Of Youth and private bliss 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 cross Since publick persons only publick loss Ought to affect and though her form and youth Her application to your Will and Truth That Noble Sweetness and that humble State All snatch'd away by such a hasty fate Might give excuse to any common Breast With the huge weight of so just 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 Admiral of his late Sickness and Recovery WIth joy like ours the Thracian youth invades Orpheus returning from th' Elizian shades Embrace the Hero and his stay emplore Make it their publick suit he would no more Desert them so and for his Spouses sake His vanisht Love tempt the Lethean Lake The Ladies too the brightest of that time Ambitious all his lofty bed to clime Their doubtful hopes with expectation feed Who shall the fair Euridice succeed Euridice for whom his num'rous moan Makes listning Trees and salvage Mountains groan Through all the Air his sounding strings dilate Sorrow like that which touch'd our hearts of lateâ— Your piing sickness and your restless pain At once the Land affecting and the Main When the glad news that you were Admiral Scarce through the Nation spread 't was fear'd by all That our Great Charles whose wisdom shines in you Would be perplexed how to chuse a new So more than private was the joy and grief That at the worst it gave our souls relief That in our age such sense of virtue liv'd They joy'd so justly and so justly griev'd Nature her fairest lights eclipsed seems Her self to suffer in those sharp extremes While not from thine alone thy blood retires But from those cheeks which all the world admires The stemm thus threatned and the sap in thee Droop all the branches of that noble Tree Their Beauty they and we our Loves suspend Nought can our wishes save thy health intend As Lillies overcharg'd with Rain they bend Their beauteous heads with high Heaven contend Fold thee within their snowy Army and cry He is too faultless and too young to die So like immortals round about thee they Siâ— 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 soul would go Though to be blest o're her Adonis so Fair Venus mourn'd and with the precious showr Of her warm tears cherisht the springing Flow'r The next support fair hope of your great name And second pillar of that Noble frame By loss of thee would no advantage have But step by step pursues thee to the grave And now relentless fate about to end The line which back ward does so far extend That antick stock which still the world supplies With bravest Spirits and with brightest Eyes Kind Phoebus interposing bid me say Such storms no more shall shake that house but they Like Neptune and his Sea-born Neece shall be The shining Glories of the Land and Sea With Courage guard and Beauty warm our age And Lovers fill with like Poetick rage Ala Malade AH lovely Amoret the care Of all that know what 's good or fair Is Heaven become our Rival too Had the rich gifts conferr'd on you So ample thence the common end Of giving Lovers to pretend Hence to this pining sickness meant To weary thee to a consent Of leaving us no power is given Thy Beauties to impair for Heaven Sollicites thee with such a care As Roses from their stalks we tear When we would still preserve them new And fresh as on the bush they grew With such a Grace you entertain And look with such contempt on pain That languishing you conquer more And wound us deeper than before So lightnings which in storms appear Scorch more than when the Skies are clear And as pale sickness does invade Your frailer part the breaches made In that fair Lodging still more clear Make the bright guest your soul appear So Nymphs o're pathless Mountains born Their light Robes by the Brambles torn From their fair Limbs exposing new And unknown Beauties to the view Of following gods increase their flame And haste to catch the flying Game Of the
vanish'd so entire away Her wondrous beauty and her goodness merit We should suppose that some propitious spirit In that celestial form frequented here And is not dead but ceases to appear To the Queen-Mother of France upon her Landing GReat Queen of Europe where thy off-spring wears All the chief Crowns where Princes are thy heirs As welcome thou to Sea-girt Britains shore As erst Latona who fair 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 Pays tribute to thy Bed Romes conquering hand More vanquish'd Nations under her command Never reduc'd glad Berecinthia so Among her deathless Progeny did go A wreath of Flowers adorn'd her reverent Head Mother of all that on Ambrosia fed Thy godlike race must sway the age to come As she Olympus peopled with her womb Would those Commanders of Mankind obey Their honor'd Parent all pretences lay Down at your Royal Feet compose their Jarrs And on the growing Turk discharge these Wars The Christian Knights that sacred Tomb should wrest From Pagan hands and Triumph o'r the East Our Englands Prince and Gallia's Dolphin might Like young Rinaldo and Tancredo fight In single combate by their sword again The proud Argantes and fierce Soldan slain Again might we their valiant deeds recite And with your Thuscan Muse exalt the fight To the mutable Fair. HEre Caelia for thy sake I part With all that grew so near my heart The passion that I had for thee The Faith the Love the Constancy And that I may successful prove Transform my self to what you love Fool that I was so much to prize Those simple virtues you despise Fool that with such dull Arrows strove Or hop'd to reach a flying Dove For you that are in motion still Decline our force and mock our skill Who like Don Quixot do advance Against a Wind-mill our vain Launce Now will I wander through the Air Mount make a stoop at every fair And with a Fancy unconfin'd As lawless as the Sea or Wind Pursue you wheresoe'r you fly And with your various thoughts comply The formal Stars do travel so As we their names and courses know And he that on their changes looks Would think them govern'd by our Books But never were the clouds reduc'd To any Art the motion us'd By those free vapors are so light So frequent that the conquer'd sight Despairs to sind the rules that guide Those gilded shadows as they slide And therefore of the Spacious Air Ioves royal consort had the care And by that power did once escape Declining bold Ixions rape She with her own resemblance grac'd A sâ—ining cloud which he embrac'd Such was that Image so it smil'd With seeming kindness which beguil'd Your Thirsis lately when he thought He had his fleeting Caelia caught T was shap'd like her but for the fair He fill'd his Arms with yielding Air A fate for which he grieves the less Because the gods had like success For in their story one we see Pursues a Nymph and takes a Tree A second with a Lovers haste Soon overtakes whom he had chac'd But she that did a Virgin seem Possest appears a wandering stream For his supposed love a third Lays greedy hold upon a bird And stands amaz'd to find his dear A wild Inhabitant of the air To these old tales such Nymphs as you Give credit and still make them new The Am'rous now like wonders find In the swift changes of your mind But Caelia if you apprehend The Muse of your incensed friend Nor would that he record your blame And make it live repeat the same Again deceive him and again And then be swears he 'll not complain For still to be deluded so Is all the pleasure Lovers Know Who like good Faulkners take delight Not in the quarrey but the flight Of Salley OF Iason Theseus and such worthies old Light seem the tales Antiquity has told Such beasts and monsters as their force opprest Some places only and some times infest Salley that scorn'd all power and laws of Men Goods with their owners hurrying to their den And future ages threat'ning with a rude And savage race successively renew'd Their King despising with rebellious pride And foes profest to all the World beside This pest of Mankind gives our Hero fame And through th'obliged world dilates his name The Prophet once to cruel Agag said As thy fierce sword has mothers childless made So shall the sword make thine and with that word He hew'd the man in pieces with his sword Just Charls like measure has return'd to these Whose Pagan hands had stain'd the troubled Seas With Ships they made the spoiled Merchant mourn With ships their City and themselves are torn One squadron of our winged Castles sent O'r-threw their Fort and all their Navy rent For not content the dangers to increase And act the part of tempests in the Seas Like hungry Woolves these Pirats from our shore Whole flocks of sheep and ravish't Cattell bore Safely they might on other Nations prey Fools to provoke the Soveraign of the Sea Mad Cacus so whom like ill fate perswades The herd of fair Alcmena's seed invades Who for revenge and mortals glad relief Sack'd the dark cave and crush'd that horrid Thief Moroccos Monarch wondring at this fact Save that his presence his affairs exact Had come in person to have seen and known The injur'd worlds revenger and his own Hither he sends the chief among his Peers Who in his Bark proportion'd Presents bears To the renown'd for piety and force Poor captives manumiz'd and matchless horse Puerperium YOu Gods that have the power To trouble and compose All that 's beneath your bower Calm silence on the Seas on Earth impose Fair Venus in thy soft arms The God of rage confine For thy whispers are the charms Which only can divert his fierce design What though he 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 Goddess give this thy sacred Island rest Make Heaven smile That no storm disturb us while Thy chief care our Halcyon builds her nest Great Gloriana fair Gloriana Bright as high Heaven is and fertile as Earth Whose beauty relieves us Whose Royal bed gives us Both glory and peace Our present joy and all our hopes increase Of a Lady who writ in praise of Mira. WHile she pretends to make the Graces known Of matchless Mira she reveals her own And when she would anothers praise indite Is by her Glass instructed how to write To one married to an old Man SInce thou wouldst needs bewitcht with some ill charms Be buried in those monumental arms All we can wish is may that earth lie light Upon thy tender limbs and so good
D'avenant upon his Two firâ—â— Books of Gondibert written in â—rance THus the wiâ—e Nightingale that leaves her hoâ—â— Her native Wood when storms and winter 〈◊〉 Pursuing constantly the chearful Spring To forein Groves does her old Musick bring The 〈…〉 unstrung At 〈◊〉 upon the Willows hung Yours sounds aloud and tells us you excell No less in Couâ—â—ge than in Singing well Whilst unconcern'd you let your Countrey know They have impoverished themselveâ— not you Who with the Muses help can mock those Fates Which threaten Kingdoms and disorder States So Ovid when from Câ—sar 's rage he fleâ— The Roman Muse to Pontus with him led Where he so sung that we through pities Glass See Nero milder than Augustus was Hereafter such in thy behalf shall be Th'indulgent Censure of Posterity To banish those who with such art can sing â—â—a rude crime which its own curse does bring â—ges to come shall ne'r know how they fought Nor how to Love their present Youth be taught This to thy self Now to thy matchless Book Wherein those few that can with Judgment look May find old Love in pure fresh Language told Like new stampt-Coin made out of Angel-gold Such truth in Love as th'antique world did know In such a stile 〈◊〉 Courts may boast of now Which no bold tales of Gods or Monsters swell But humane Passions such as with us dwell Man is thy â—heme his Vertue or his Rage Drawn to the Life in each elaborate Page Mars nor Beâ—ona are not named here But such a Gondibert as both might fear Venus had here and Hebe been out-shin'd By the bright Birtha and thy Rhodalind Such is thy happy skill and such the odds Betwixt thy Worthies and the Grecian gods Whose Deities in vain had here come down Where moâ—â— al Beauty wears the Soveraign Crown Such as of flesh compos'd by flesh and blood Though not resisted may be understood To my worthy Friend Mr. Wase the Translator of Gratius THus by the Musick we may know When Noble Wits a Hunting go Through Groves that on Parnassus grow The Muses all the Chase adorn My Friend on Pegasus is born And young Apollo winds the Horn. Having old Gratius in the wind No pack of Critiques e're could find Or he know more of his own mind Here Huntsmen with delight may read How to chuse Dogs for scent or speed And how to change or mend the breed What Arms to use or Nets to frame Wild Beasts to combat or to tame With all the Mysteries of that game But worthy Friend the face of War In antient times does differ â—ar From what our fiery battles are Nor is it like since powder known That man so â—ruel to his own Should spare the race of Beasts alone No quarter now but with the Gun Men wait in Trees from Sun to Sun And all is in a moment done And therefore we expect your next Should be no Comment but a Text To tell how modern Beasts are vext Thus would I further yet engage Your gentle Muse to court the age With somewhat of your proper rage Since none does more to 〈◊〉 owe Or in more Languages can show Those Arts which you so early know To the King upon His Majesties happy Return THe rising Sun complies with our weak sight First gilds the clouds then shews his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes as though He knew what harm his hasty Beams would do But your full MAIESTY at once breaks forth In the Meridian of Your Reign Your Worth Your Youth and all the splendor of Your State Wrapt up till now in clouds of adverse Fate With such a floud of light invade our eyes And our spread hearts with so great joy surprize That if Your Grace incline that we should live You must not SIR too hastily forgive Our guilt preserves us from th' excess of joy Which scatters 〈◊〉 and would life destroy All are obnoxious and this faulty Land Like fâ—inting Hester does before you stand Watching your Scepter the revolted Sea Trembles to think she did your Foes obey Great Britâ—â—iâ— Like blind Rolipheme of late In a wild râ—ge became the scorn and hate Of her proud Neighbors who began to think She with the weight of her own force would sink But You are come and all their hopes are vain This Giant Isle has got her Eye again Now she might spare the Ocean and oppose Your conduct to the fiercest of her Foes Naked the Graces guarded you from all Dangers abroad and now your Thunder shall Princes that saw you different Passions prove For now they dread the Object of their love Nor without envy can behold His height Whose Conversation was their late delight So Semele contented with the rape Of Iove disguised in a mortal shape When she beheld his hands with lightning fill'd and his bright rayes was with amazement kill'd And though it be our sorrow and our crime To have accepted life so long a time Without You here yet does this absence gain No small advantage to Your present Reign For having view'd the persons and the things The Councils State and Strength of Europe's Kings You know your work Ambition to restrain And set them bounds as Heav'n does to the Main We have you now with ruling wisdom fraught Not such as Books but such as Practice taught So the lâ—st Sun while least by us enjoy'd Is the whole night for our concern imploy'd He ripens Spices Fruit and precious Gums Which from remotest Regions hither comes This seat of Yours from th' other world remov'd Had Archimede's known he might have prov'd His Engines force fixt here your power and skill Make the world's motion wait upon your will Much suffering Monarch the first English born That has the Crown of these three Nations worn How has your patience with the barbarous rage Of Your own Soil contended half an age Till Your try'd Vertue and Your sacred Word At last preventing Your unwilling Sword Armies and Fleets which kept You out so long Own'd their great Sovereign and redrest His wronâ— When straight the People by no force compell'd Nor longer from their inclination held Break forth at once like Powder let on fire And with a Noble rage their KING require So th'injur'd Sea which from her wonted course To gain some Acres Avarice did force If the new Banks neglected once decay No longer will from her old Channel â—tay Raging the late-got Land the overâ—â—ows And all that 's built upon 't to ruine goes Oâ—â—enders now the chiefeâ—â— do begin To strive for Grace and expiate their 〈◊〉 All Winds blow fair that did the World imbroil Your Vipers Treacle yield and 〈…〉 If then such praise the Macedonian got â—or having rudely cut the Gordian knot What Glory 's due to him that could divide â—uch ravell'd int'rests has the knot unty'd And without stroke so smooth a passage made Where craft and malice such impeachments laid But while we praise You You ascribe it all To his high
Horror Slaughter with Confusion meets And in their sable Arms imbrace the Fleets Through yielding Planks the angry Bullets flie And of one wound hundreds together die Born under different stars one Fate they have The Ship their Coffin and the Sea their Grave Bold were the Men which on the Ocean first Spread their new Sails when shipwrack was the worst More danger now from Man alone we find Than from the Rocks the Billows or the Wind They that had sail'd from near th' Antarâ—ick Pole Their Treasure safe and all their Vessels whole In sight of their dear Countrey ruin'd be Without the guilt of either Rock or Sea What they would spare our siercer Art destroys Surpassing storms in terror and in noise Oâ—ce Iove from Ida did both Hosts survey And when he pleas'd to thunder part the fray Here Heaven in vain that kind retreat shou'd sound The louder Cannon had the Thunder drown'd Some we made prize while others burnt and rent With their rich Lading to the bottom went Down sinks at once so Fortune with â—s sports The Pay of Armies and the Pride of Courts Vain man whose Rage buries as low that store As Avarice had dig'd for it before What Earth in her dark bowels could not keep From greedy hands lies safer in the deep Where Thetis kindly does from Mortals hide Those seeds of Luxury Debate and Pride And now into her Lap the richest prize Fell with the noblest of our Enemies The Marquis glad to see the fire destroy Wealth that prevailing Foes were to enjoy Out from his flaming Ship his Children sent To perish in a milder Element Then laid him by his burning Ladies side And since he could not save her with her dy'd Spices and â—ums about them melting fry And Phoenix-like in that rich Nest they die Alive in flames of equal Love they burn'd And now together are to ashes turn'd Ashes more worth than all their funeral cost Than the huge Treasure which was with them lost These dying Lovers and their floating Sons Suspend the Fight and silence all our Guns Beauty and Youth about to perish finds Such Noble pity in brave English minds That the rich Spoil forgot their Valors prize All labour now to save their Enemies How Frail our Passionsâ— how soon changed are Our wrath and fury to a friendly Care They that but now for Honour and for Plate Made the Sea blush with bloud resign their hate And their young Foes endeav'ring to retrive With greater hazard than they fought they dive Epitaph to be written under the Latine Inscription upon the Tomb of the Onely Son of the Lord Andover 'T Is fit the English Reader should be told In our own Language what this Tomb do's hold 'T is not a Noble Corps alone do's lie Under this Stone but a whole Family His Parents pious Care their Name their Joy And all their Hope lies burâ—ed with this Boy This lovely Youth for whom we all made moan That knew his worth as he had been our own Had there been space and â—ears enough allow'd His Courage Wit and Breeding to have show'd We had not found in all the numerous Rowl Of his fam'd Anoestors a greater Soul His early Vertues to that ancient Stock Give as much Honour as from thence he took Like Buds appearing e're the Frosts are past To become Man he made such fatal haste And to perfection labor'd so to climb Preventing slow Experience and Time That 't is no wonder Death our hopes beguil'd He 's seldom Old that will not be a Child To the Queen upon Her Majesties Birth-day after Her Happy Recovery from a Dangerous Sickness FArewel the Year which threatned so The fairest Light the world can show Welcome the New whose every day Restoring what was snatch'd away By pining sickness from the Fair That matchless Beauty does repair So fast that the approaching Spring Which do's to Flowâ—y Meadows bring What the rude Winter from them 〈◊〉 Shall give her all she had 〈◊〉 But we recover not so fast The sense of such a danger past We that esteem'd you sent from Heav'n A pattern to this Island giv'n To shew us what the Blesâ—'d do there And what alive they practis'd here When that which we Immoâ—â—al thought We saw so near Destruction brought Felt all which you did then endure And tremble yet as not secure So though the Sun victorious be And from a dark Eclipse set free Th' Influence which we fondly fear Afflicts our Thoughts the following Year But that which may â—elieve our Care Is that You have a Help so near For all the Evils you can prove The Kindness of Your Royal Love He that was never known to Mourn So many Kingdoms from him Torn â—is Tears reserv'd for You more dear More priz'd than all those Kingdoms were For when no hâ—aling Art prevail'd When Cordials and Elixars â—aild On your pale Cheek he dropt the show'r Reviv'd you like a Dying Flow'r Nunc itaque versus caetera ludiera pono Quid verum atque decens curo rogo omnis in hoc sunt Instructions to a PAINTER For the Drawing of the Posture and Progress of His Majesties Forces at Sea under the Command of His Highness-Royal Together with the Battel and Victory obtain'd over the DUTCH Iune 3. 1665. FIrst draw the Sea that portion which between The greater world and this of ours is seen Here place the British there the Holland Fleet Vast floating Armies both prepar'd to meet Draw the whole world expecting who sho◠〈◊〉 â—fter this Combat o're the conquer'd Main Make Heav'n concern'd and an unusual Star Declare th'Importance of th' approaching Warâ— Make the Seaâ— shine with Gallantry and all The English Youth flock to their Admiral The valiant Duke whose early Deeds abâ—oad Such Rage in Fight and Art in conduct show'd His bright Sword now a dearer Int'rest draws Hiâ— Brothers Glory â—nd His Countries Cause Let thy bold Pencil Hope and Courage spread Through the whole Navâ— by that Heroâ— led Make all appear where such a Prince is by Resolv'd to Conquer or resolv'd to Die With His Extraction and His Glorious mind Make the proud Sails swell more than with the 〈◊〉 eventing Cannon make His louder Fame 〈◊〉 the Batanians and their Fury tame 〈◊〉 Wolves though greedy of their Prey 〈◊〉 When they find a Lion in their way 〈◊〉 him bestride the Ocean and Mankind 〈◊〉 His Consent to use the Sea and Wind â—hile his tall ships in the barr'd Channel stand 〈◊〉 grasps the Indies in His armed Hand Paint an East-wind and make it blow away 〈◊〉 excuse of Holland for their Navies stay â—ake them look pale and the bold Prince to shuâ—â— Through the cold North and Rocky Regions run â—o find the Coast where Morning first appears â—y the dark Pole the wary Belgian steers Confessing now He dreads the English more â—han all the dangers of a frozen Shore â—hile from our Arms security to find â—hey flie so far they leave
wing Your Judgment makes us careful how we sing â—ines not compos'd as heretofore in haste â—olisht like Marble shall like Marble last And make you through as many Ages shine As Tasso has the Hero's of your Line Thô other Names our wary Writers use You are the Subject of the British Muse Dilating Mischief to your self unknown Men write and die of Wounds they dare not own So the bright Sun burns all our Grass away While it means nothing but to give us Day These Verses were writ in the Tasso of Her Royal Highness TAsso knew how the fairer Sex to Grace But in no One durst all Perfection place In Her alone that owns this Book is seen Clorinda's Spirit and her lofty Meen Sophronia's Piety Erminia's Truth Armida's Charms her Beauty and her Youth Our Princes here as in a Glass do's dress Her well-taught Mind and every Grace express More to our Wonder than Rinaldo fought The Hero's Race excels the Poet's Thought Upon our late Loss of the Duke of Cambridge THE failing Blossoms which a young Plant bears Ingage our Hope for the succeeding Years And Hope is all which Art or Nature brings At the first Tryal to accomplish things Mankind was first created an Essay That ruder draft the Deluge washt away How many Ages past what Blood and Toil Before we made one Kingdom of this Isle How long in vain had Nature striv'd to frame A perfect Princess e're her Highness came For Joys so great we must with patience wait 'T is the set-price of Happiness complete As a Firstâ—fruit Heaven claim'd that lovely Boy The Next shall live and be the Nation 's Joy Translated out of Spanish THô we may seem importunate While your Compassion we implore They whom you make too Fortunate May with Presumption vex you more Of the Lady Mary c. AS once the Lion Honey gave Out of the strong such sweetness came A Royal Hero no less brave Produc'd this sweet this lovely Dame To her the Prince that did oppose Such mighty Armies in the Field And Holland from prevailing Foes Could so well free himself does yield Not Belgia's Fleet his high Command Which Triumphs where the Sun does rise Nor all the Force he leads by Land Could guard him from her conquering Eyes Orange with Youth Experience has In Action young in Council old Orange is what Augustus was Brave Wary Provident and Bold On that fair Tree which bears his Name Blossoms and Fruit at once are found In him we all admire the same His flow'ry Youth with wisdom Crown'd Empire and Freedom Reconcil'd In Holland are by Great Nassaw Like those he sprung from Just and Mild To willing People he gives Law Thrice Happy Pair so Near Ally'd In Royal Blood and Virtue too Now Love has you together ty'd May none this Triple knot undo The Church shall be the happy place Where streams which from the same source run Thô divers Lands awhile they grace Unite again and are made one A thousand thanks the Nation ows To him that does protect us all For while he thus his Neece bestows About our Isle he builds a Wall A Wall like that which Athens had By th' Oracles advice of wood Had theirs been such as Charles has made That mighty State till now had stood To the Servant of a Fair Lady This Copy of Verses being omitted in the former Edition FAir Fellow-Servant may your gentle Ear Prove more propitious to my slighted care Than the bright Dames we serve for her Relief Vext with the long expressions of my Grief Receive these Plaints nor will her high disdain Forbid my humble Muse to court her Train Thy skilful hand contributes to our Woe And whets those Arrows which confound us so A thousand Cupids in those Curls do sit Those curious Nets thy slender Fingers knit The Graces put not more exactly on Th' attire of Venus when the Ball she won Than that young Beauty by thy care is drest When all our Youth prefers her to the rest You the soft Season know when best her Mind May be to Pity or to Love inclin'd In some well-chosen hour supply his â—ear Whose hopeless Love durst never tempt the Ear Of that 〈◊〉 Goddess you her Priest declarâ— What offerings may propitiate the Fair Rich Orient Pearl bright Stones that n're decay Or polisht Lines which longer last than they For if I thought she took delight in those To where the chearful Morn do's first disclose The shady Night removing with her Beams Wing'd with bold Love I 'de flie to fetch such gems But since her Eyes her Teeth her Lip excels All that is found in Mines or Fishes shells Her Nobler part as far exceeding these None but Immortal gifts her Mind should please The shining Jewels Greece and Troy bestow'd On Sparâ—an's Queen her lovely Neck did lode And snowy 〈◊〉 â—ut when the Town was burn'd Those fading 〈◊〉 were to Ashes turn'd Her Beauty too had perishâ— and her Fame Had not the 〈…〉 from the Flame Vpon the Earl of Roscommon's Translation of Horace De Arte Poetica And of the Use of Poetry ROme was not better by her Horace taught Than we are here to comprehend his thought The Poet writ to Noble Piso there A Noble Piso do's instruct us here Gives us a pattern in his flowing Style And with rich Precepts do's oblige our Isle Britain whose Genius is in Verse exprest â—old and Sublime but negligently drest Horace will our superfluous Branches 〈◊〉 Give us new Rules and set our Harp in tune Direct us how to back the winged Horse Favour his flight and moderate his force Thô Poets may of Inspiration boast Their Rage ill govern'd in the Clouds is lost He that proportion'd wonders can disclose At once his Fancy and his Judgment shows Chaste moral writing we may learn from hence Neglect of which no Wit can recompence The Fountain which from Helicon proceeds That sacred stream should never water weeds Nor make the Crop of thorns and thistles grow Which Envy or perverted Nature sow Well sounding Verses are the Charm we use Heroick Thoughts and Vertue to infuse Things of deep sence we may in Prose unfold But they move more in lofty Numbers told By the loud Trumpet which our Courage aids We learn that sound as well as sence perswades The Muse's Friend unto himself severe With silenâ— pity looks on all that Eâ—r But where a brave a publick Action shines That he rewards with his Immortal Lines Whether it be in Council or in Fight His Countries Honour is his chief delight Praise of great Acts he seatters as a seed Which may the like in coming Ages breed Here taught the fate of Verses always priz'd With admiration or as much despis'd Men will be less indulgent to their Faults And patience have so cultivate their thoughts Poets loâ—e halâ— the praise they should have got Could it be known what they discreetly blot Finding new Words that to the Ravisht Ear May like the Language
Band of all Society is broke What use of Oaths of Promise or of Test Where Men regard no God but Interest What endless War would jealous Nations tear â—f none above did witness what they swear Sad Fate of Unbelievers and yet just Among themselves to find so little trust Were Scripture silent Nature would proclaim Without a God our falshood and our shame To know our Thoughts the Object of his Eyes Is the first step towards being good or wise For thô with Judgment we on things reflect Our Will determines not our Intellect Slaves to their Passion Reason men employ Only to compass what they would enjoy His fear to guard us from our selves we need And sacred Writ our Reason do's exceed For the Heaven shows the Glory of the Lord Yet something shines more Glorious in his Word His mercy this which all his work excels His tender kindness and compassion tells While we inform'd by that Celestial Book Into the Bowels of our Maker look Love there reveal'd which never shall have end Nor had beginning shall our Song commend Describe it self and warm us 〈◊〉 that flame Which first from Heav'n to make us Happy came CANTO II. THE fear of Hell or aiming to be Blest Savours too much of private Interest This mov'd not Moses nor the zealous Paul Who for their Friends abandon'd Soul and all A greater yet from Heav'n to Hell descends To save and make his Enemies his Friends What line of Praise can fathom such a Love Which reacht the lowest bottom from above The Royal Prophet that extended Grace From Heav'n to earth measur'd but half that space The Law was regnant and confin'd his thoughâ— â—ell was not conquer'd when that Poet 〈◊〉 Heav'n was â—earce heard of until be came down To make the Region where Love triumphs known That early Love of Creatures yet unmade To â—â—ame the World th' Almighty did perswade For Love it was that first created Light Mov'd on the Waters chaâ—'d away the Night From the rude Chaos and bestow'd new Grace On things dispos'd of to their proper place Some to rest here and some to shine above Earth Sea and Heav'n were all th' Effects of Love And Love would be reâ—urn'd but there was none That to themselves or others yet were known The World a Palace was without a Guest Till one appears that must excel she rest One like the Author whose Capacious mind Might by the Glorious Work the Maker find Might measure Heaven and give each Star a name With Art and Courage the rough 〈…〉 Over the Globe with swelling Sails might go And that 't is round by his experience know Make strongest Beasts obedient to his Will And serve his use the fertile Earth to Till When by his Word God had accomplisht all Man to Create he did a Council call Imploy'd his Hand to give the Dust he took A graceful Figure and Majestick Look With his own Breath convey'd into his Breast Life and a Soul fit to command the rest Worthy alone to Celebrate his Name For such a Gift and tell from whence it came Birds sing his Praises in a wilder Note But not with lasting numbers and with thought Man's great Prerogative But above all His Grace abounds in his new Favorites fall If he Create it is a World he makes â—f he be ang'ry the Creation shakes From his just wrath our guilty Parents fled He curs't the Earth but bruis'd the Serpent's head Amidst the Storm his Bounty did exceed In the rich promise of the Virgins seed Thô Justice death as satisfaction craves Love finds a way to pluck us from our Graves CANTO III. NOT willing Terror should his Image move He gives a Pattern of Eternal Love His Son descends to treat a Peace with those Which were and must have ever been his Foes Poor he became and left his Glorious Seat To make us humble and to make us great His business here was happiness to give To those whose Malice could not let him live Legions of Angels which he might have us'd For us resolv'd to perish he refus'd While they stood ready to prevent his Loss Love took him up and nail'd him to the Cross Immortal Love which in his Bowels reign'd That we might be by such a Love constrain'd To make return of Love upon this Pole Our Duty does and our Religion rowle To Love is to believe to hope to know 'T is an Essay a taste of Heav'n below He to proud Potentates would not be known Of those that lov'd him he was hid from none Till Love appear we live in anxious doubt But Smoke will vanish when that Flame breaks out This is the Fire that would consume our Dross Reâ—ine and make us richer by the Loss Could we forbear Dispute and practise Love We should agree as Angels do above Where Love presides not Vice alone does find No Entrance there but Vertues stay behind Both Faith and Hope and all the meaner train Of moral Vertues at the door remain Love only enters as a Native there For born in Heav'n it do's but sojourn here He that alone would wise and mighty be Commands that others Love as well as he Love as he Lov'd how can we soar so high He can add wings when he commands to flie Nor should we be with this Command dismay'd He that Example gives will give his Aid For he took flesh that where his Precepts fail His Practice as a Pattern may prevail His Love at once and Dread instructs our thought As Man he suffer'd and as God he taught Will for the Deed he takes we may with ease Obedient be for if we Love we please Weak thô we are to Love is no hard task And Love for Love is all that Heav'n do's ask Love that would all men just and temperate make Kind to themselves and others for his sake 'T is with our Minds as with a fertile ground Wanting this Love they must with Weeds abound Unruly Passions whose effects are worse Than Thorns and Thistles springing from the curse CANTO IV. TO Glory Man or Misery is born Of his proud Foe the Envy or the Scorn Wretched he is or happy in Extreme Base in himself but great in Heav'ns esteem With Love of all created things the best Without it more pernicious than the rest For greedy Wolves ungâ—arded Sheep devour But while their hunger lasts and then give or'e Man 's boundless Avarice his want exceeds And on his Neighbors round about him feeds His Pride and vain Ambition are so vast That Delugeâ—like they lay whole Nations wast Debauches and Excess thô with less noise As great a portion of Mankind destroys The Beasts and Monsters Hercules opprest Might in that Age some Provinces infest These more deâ—â—ructive Monsters are the Bane Of ev'ry Age and in all Nations reign But soon would vanish if the World were blest With Sacred Love by which they are represt Impendent death and guilt that threatens Hell Are dreadful guests which here with Mortals
dwâ—llâ— And a 〈◊〉 Conscience mingling with their Joy Thoughts of Despair do's their whole Life annoy But Love appearing all those Terrors flie We live contented and contented die They in whose breast this sacred Love has place Death as a passage to their Joy embrace Clouds and thick Vapors which obscure the day The Suns victorious Beams may chase away Those which our Life corrupt and darken Love The Nobler Star must from the Soul remove Spots are observ'd in that which bounds the year This brighter Sun moves in a boundless Sphere Of Heav'n the Joy the Glory and the Light Shines among Angels and admits no Night CANTO V. THis Iron Age so fraudulent and bold Toucht with this Love would be an Age of Gold Not as they feign'd that Oaks should Honey drop Or Land neglected bear an unsown Crop Love would make all things easy safe and cheap None for himself would either sow or reap Our ready Help and mutual Love would yield A nobler Harvest than the richest Field Famine and Dearth confin'd to certain parts Extended are by barrenness of Hearts Some pine for want where others surfeit now But then we should the use of Plenty know Love would betwixt the Rich and Needy stand And spread Heav'ns bounty with an equal hand At once the Givers and Receivers bless Encrease their Joy and make their Sufferings less Who for himself no Miracle would make Dispens'd with Nature for the Peoples sake He that long Fasting would no wonder show Made Loaves and Fishes as they eat them grow Of all his Power which boundless was above Here he us'd none but to express his Love And such a Love would make our Joy exceed Not when our own but other mouths we feed Laws would be useless which rude Nature awe Love changing Nature would prevent the Law Tygers and Lyons into Dens we thrust But milder Creatures with their freedom trust Devils are chain'd and tremble but the Spouse No force but Love nor Bond but Bounty knows Men whom we now so 〈◊〉 and dang'rous see Would Guardian Angels to each other be Such wonders can this mighty Love perform Vultures to Doves Wolves into Lambs transform Love what Isaiah prophecy'd can do Exalt the Vallies lay the Mountains low Humblethe Lofty the Dejected raise Smooth and make strait our rough and crooked ways Love strong as Death and like it levels all With that possest the great in Title fall Themselves esteem but equal to the least Whom Heav'n with that high Character has blest This Love the Centre of our Union can Alone bestow complete Repose on Man Tame his wild Appetite make inward Peace And Foreign strife among the Nations cease No Martial Trumpet should disturb our rest Nor Princes Arm thô to subdue the East Where for the Tomb â—â—o many Hero's taught By those that guided their Devotion faught Thrice Happy we could we like Ardor have To gain his Love as they to win his Grave Love as he Lov'd a Love so unconfin'd With Arms extended would embrace Mankind Self-Love would cease or be dilated when We should behold as many Selfs as Men All of one Family in Blood ally'd His precious Blood that for our Ransom dy'd CANTO VI. THô the Creation so divinely taught Prints such a lively Image in our thought That the first spark of new Created light From Chaos struck affects our present sight Yet the first Christians did esteem more blest The day of Rising than the day of Rest That ev'ry week might new occasion give To make his Triumph in their memory live Then let our Muse compose a Sacred Charm To keep his Blood among us ever warm And singing as the Blessed do above With our last breath dilate this â—lame of Love But on so vast a Subject who can find Words that may reach th' Idea's of his mind Our Language fails or if it could supply What Mortal Thought can raise it self so high Despairing here we might abandon Art And only hope to have it in our heart But though we find this Sacred Task too hard Yet the Design th'endeavor brings Reward The Contemplation does suspend our Woe And makes a Truce with all the Ills we know As Saul's afflicted Spirit from the sound Of David's Harp a present Solace found So on this Theam while we our Muse engage No Wounds are felt of Fortune or of Age On Divine Love to meditate is Peace And makes all care of meaner things to cease Amaz'd at once and comforted to find A boundless Pow'r so infinitely kind The Soul contending to that Light to flie From her dark Cell we practise how to die Imploying thus the Poet 's winged Art To reach this Love and grave it in our heart Joy so complete so solid and severe Would leave no place for meaner Pleasures there Pale they would look as Stars that must be gone When from the East the Rising Sun comes on Floriferis ut Apes in saltibus omnia libant sic nos Scripturae depascimur aurea dicta Anrea perpetuâ semper dignissima vitâ Nam Divinus Amor cum coepit vociferari Diffugiunt Animi Terrores Lucr. Exul eram requiesque mihi non Fama petita est Mens intenta suis ne foret usque malis Namque ubi mota calent Sacrâ mea Pectora Musâ Altior humano Spiritus ille malo est De Trist. OF Divine Poesie TWO CANTOS Occasioned upon sight of the 53d Chapter of Isaiah turn'd into Verse by Mrs. Wharton CANTO I. POets we prize when in their Verse we find Some great employment of a worthy mind Angels have been inquisitive to know The Secret which this Oracle does show What was to come Isaiah did declare Which she describes as if she had been there Had seen the Wounds which to the Reader 's view She draws so lively that they Bleed a new As Ivy thrives which on the Oak takes hold So with the Prophets may her lines grow old If they should die who can the World forgive Such pious Lines When wanton Sapho's live Who with his Breath his Image did inspire Expects it should foment a Nobler fire Not Love which Brutes as well as Men may know But Love like his to whom that Breath we owe. Verse so design'd on that high Subject wrote Is the Perfection of an ardent Thought The Smoke which we from burning Incense raise When we complete the Sacrifice of Praise In boundless Verse the Fancy soars too high For any Object but the Deity What Mortal can with Heav'n pretend to share In the Superlatives of Wise and Fair A meaner Subject when with these we grace A Giants habit on a Dwarf we place Sacred should be the Product of our Muse Like that sweet Oil above all private use On pain of Death forbidden to be made But when it should be on the Altar laid Verse shows a rich inestimable Vein When dropt from Heav'n 't is thither sent again Of Bounty 't is that he admits our Praise Which does