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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36573	Poems, by that most famous wit, William Drummond of Hawthornden; Poems. Selections	Drummond, William, 1585-1649.; Phillips, Edward, 1630-1696?	1656 (1656)	Wing D2202; ESTC R37307	89,708	228

Hydaspes pearly shore Eye-pleasing Meads whose painted Plain forth brings White golden azure Flow'rs which once were Kings To mourning Black their shining Colours dye Bow down their Heads while sighing Zephires fly Queen of the fields whose Blush makes blush the Morn Sweet Rose a Princes Death in Purple mourn O Hyacinths for aye your aye keep still Nay with moe markes of Woe your Leaves now fill And you O Flow'r of Helens teares that 's borne Into these liquid Pearles againe you turne Your green Locks Forrests cut to weeping Mirres To deadly Cypres and Inke-dropping Firres Your Palmes and Mirtles change from shadows dark Wing'd Syrens wa●le and you sad Ecchoes marke The lamentable Accents of their Moane And plaine that brave Moeliades is gone Stay Skie thy turning Course and now become A stately Arch unto the Earth his Tombe And over it still watry Iris keep And sad Electras Sisters which still weep Moeliades sweet courtly Nymphs deplore From Thule to Hydaspes pearly shore Deare Ghost forgive these our untimely Teares By which our loving Mind though weake appeares Our Losse not Thine when we complaine we weep For Thee the glistring Walls of Heaven do keep Beyond the Planets Wheels 'bove highest Source Of Spheares that turnes the lower in his Course Where Sun doth never set nor ugly Night Ever appeares in mourning Garments dight Where Boreas stormy Trumpet doth not sound Nor Clouds in Lightnings bursting Minds astound From Cares cold Climates far and hot Desire Where Time 's exil'd and Ages ne're expire 'Mong purest Spirits environed with Beames Thou think'st all things below t' have been but dreams And joy'st to look down to the azur'd Bars Of Heaven powd'red with Troupes of streaming Stars And in their turning Temples to behold In silver Robe the Moone the Sun in Gold Like young Eye-speaking Lovers in a Dance With Majesty by Turnes retire advance Thou wondrest Earth to see hang like a Ball Clos'd in the mighty Cloyster of this All And that poore Men should prove so madly fond To tosse themselves for a small spot of Ground Nay that they even dare brave the Powers above From this base Stage of Change that cannot move All worldly Pompe and Pride thou seest arise Like Smoake that 's scatt'red in the empty Skies Other high Hils and Forrests other Tow'rs Amaz'd thou findst excelling our poore Bow'rs Courts void of Flattery of Malice Minds Pleasure which lasts not such as Reason blinds Thou sweeter Songs dost heare and Carrollings Whilst Heavens do dance and Quires of Angels sings Then muddy Minds could faine even our Annoy If it approach that Place is chang'd to Joy Rest blessed soule rest satiate with the sight Of him whose Beames though dazling do delight Life of all lives Cause of each other cause The Spheare and Center where the Mind doth pause Narcissus of himselfe himselfe the Well Lover and Beauty that doth all excell Rest happy Soule and wonder in that Glasse Where seen is all that shall be is or was While shall be is or was do passe away And nothing be but an Eternall Day For ever rest thy Praise Fame will enroule In golden Annals while about the Pole The slow Boötes turnes or Sun doth rise With scarlet Scarse to cheare the mourning Skies The Virgins to thy Tombe will Garlands beare Of Flow'rs and with each Flow'r let fall a Teare Moeliades sweet courtly Nymphs deplore From Thule to Hydaspes pearly shore William Drummond OF JET Or PORPHYRIE Or that white Stone PAROS affords alone Or these in AZURE dye Which seem to scorn the SKIE Here Memphis Wonders do not set Nor ARTEMISIA'S huge Frame That keeps so long her Lovers Name Make no great marble Atlas stoop with Gold To please the Vulgar EYE shall it behold The Muses Phoebus Love have raised of their teares A Crystal Tomb to him through which his worth appears STay Passenger see where enclosed lies The Paragon of Princes fairest Frame Time Nature Place could show to mortall Eyes In Worth Wit Vertue Miracle of Fame At least that Part the Earth of him could clame This Marble holds hard like the Destinies For as to his brave Spirit and glorious Name The One the World the other fills the Skies Th' immortall Amaranthus princely Rose Sad Violet and that sweet Flow'r that beares In Sanguine Spots the Tenor of our Woes Spread on this Stone and wash it with your Tears Then go and tell from Gades unto Inde You saw where Earths Perfections were confin'd SON A Passing Glance a Lightning long the skies Which ush'ring Thunder dies straight to our sight A Sparke that doth from jarring mixtures rise Thus drown'd is in th' huge Depths of Day and Night Is this small trifle Life held in such Price Of blinded Wights who ne're judge Ought aright Of Parthian shaft so swift is not the Flight As Life that wastes it selfe and living dies Ah what is humane Greatnesse Valour Wit What fading Beauty Riches Honour Praise To what doth serve in golden Thrones to sit Thrall Earths vaste Round triumphall Arches raise That 's all a Dreame learne in this Princes Fall In whom save Death nought mortall was at all William Drummond To the Reader THe Name which in these Verses is given unto Prince Henry is that which he Himselfe in the Challenges of his Martiall Sports and Mascarads was wont to use MOELIADES Prince of the Isles which in Anagram maketh a Word most worthy of such a Knight as He was a Knight if Time had suffered his Actions answer the Worlds expectation only worthy of such a Word Miles A Deo MADRIGALS AND EPIGRAMS Madrigals and Epigrams The Statue of Medusa OF that Medusa strange Who those that did her see in Rocks did change No Image carv'd is this Medusa's selfe it is For while at heate of Day To quench her Thirst She by this Spring did stay Her hideous Head beholding in this Glasse Her Senses fail'd and thus transform'd she was The Pourtrait of Mars and Venus FAire Paphos wanton Queen Not drawn in White and Red Is truly here as when in Vulcans Bed She was of all Heavens laughing Senate seen Gaze on her Haire and Eine Her Brows the Bows of Love Her back with Lillies spred Ye also might perceive her turne and move But that She neither so will do nor dare For feare to wake the angry God of War Narcissus FLouds cannot quench my Flames ah in this Well I burne not drowne for what I cannot tell Dameta's Dreame DAmetas dream'd he saw his Wife at Sport And found that sight was through the horny Port. Cherries MY Wanton weep no more The losing of your Cherries Those and far sweeter Berries Your Sister in good store Hath in her Lips and Face Be glad kisse her with me and hold your peace Icarus WHile with audacious Wings I cleav'd th●se airy Waies And fill'd a Monster new with Dread and Feares The feathered People and their Eagle Kings Dazell'd with Phoebus Rayes And charmed with the Musick

He sure may cou●● with all ●he waves that meet To wash the Mauritanian Atlas feet Though crown'd thou we●t not nor a King by Birth Thy Worth deserves the richest Crown on Earth Search this halfe-Spheare and the Antartick Ground Where is such Wit and Bounty to be found As into silent Night when neare the Beare The Virgine Hunt●esse skīnes at full most cleare And strives to match her Brothers golden Light The Hoast of stars doth vanish in her sight Arcturus dies cool'd is the Lions ire Po burns no more with Phaëtontall Fire Orion faints to see his Armes grow black And that his flaming Sword he now doth lack So Europes Lights all bright in their Degree Lose all their Lustre parallel'd with Thee By just Discent Thou from more Kings dost shine Than many can name Men in all their Line What most they toyle to find and finding hold Thou scornest orient Gems and flatt'ring Gold Esteeming Treasure surer in Mens Brests Than when immur'd with Marble clos'd in Chests No stormy Passions do disturbe thy Mind No mists of Greatnesse ever could thee blind Who yet hath been so meeke Thou life didst give To them who did repine to see Thee live What Prince by Goodnesse hath such Kingdoms gain'd Who hath so long his Peoples Peace maintain'd Their Swords are turn'd to Sythes to Culters Speares Some Giant Post their antick Armour beares Now where the wounded Knight his Life did bleed The wanton Swaine sits piping on a Reed And where the Canon did Joves Thunder scorne The gawdy Hunts-man winds his shrill-tun'd Horne Her green Locks Ceres doth to yellow die The Pilgrim safely in the shade doth lye Both Pan and Pales carelesse keep their Flocks Seas have no Dangers save the Winds and Rocks Thou art this Isles Palladium neither can Whiles thou dost live it be o're-thrown by Man Let others boast of Bloud and Spoyles of Foes Fierce Rapines Murders Iliads of Woes Of hated Pompe and Trophees reared faire Gore-spangled Ensignes streaming in the Aire Count how they make the Scythian them adore The Gaditan and Souldiour of Aurore Unhappy Boasting to enlarge their Bounds That charge themselves with cares their friends with Wounds Who have no Law to their ambitious Will But Man-plagues borne are humane Bloud to spill Thou a true Victor art sent from above What others straine by Force to gaine by Love World-wandring Fame this Praise to thee imparts To be the only Monarch of all Hearts They many feare who are of many fear'd And Kingdoms got by Wrongs by Wrongs are tear'd Such Thrones as Bloud doth raise Bloud throweth down No Guard so sure as Love unto a Crown Eye of our westerne World Mars-daunting King With whose Renowne the Earths seven Climates ring Thy Deeds not only claime these Diadems To which Thame Litty Taye subject their Streames But to thy Vertues rare and Gifts is due All that the Planet of the Yeare doth view Sure if the world above did want a Prince The world above to it would take Thee hence That Murder Rapine Lust are fled to Hell And in their Rooms with us the Graces dwell That Honour more than Riches Men respect That Worthinesse than Gold doth more effect That Piety unmasked shows her Face That Innocency keeps with Power her Place That long-exil'd Astrea leaves the Heaven And turneth right her Sword her Weights holds even That the Saturnian world is come againe Are wish'd effects of Thy most happy Raigne That dayly Peace Love Truth Delights encrease And Discord Hate Fraud with Incumbers cease That Men use strength not to shed others Bloud But use their strength now to do others Good That Fury is enchain'd disarmed VVrath That save by Natures Hand there is no Death That late grim Foes like Brothers other love That Vultures prey not on the harmelesse Dove That VVolves with Lambs do friendship entertaine Are wish'd effects of thy most happy Raigne That Towns encrease That ruin'd Temples rise That their wind-moving Vanes do kisse the Skies That Ignorance and Sloath hence run away That buri'd Arts now rowse them to the Day That Hyperion far beyond his Bed Doth see our Lions rampe our Roses spred That Iber courts us Tyber not us charmes That Rhein with hence-brought Beames his bosome warmes That Ill doth feare and Good doth us maintaine Are wish'd Effects of thy most happy Raigne O Vertues Patterne Glory of our Times Sent of past Daies to expiate the Crimes Great King but better far than thou art great VVhom State not honours but who honours State By VVonder borne by VVonder first install'd By VVonder after to new Kingdoms call'd Young kept by VVonder from home-bred Alarmes Old sav'd by Wonder from pale Traitours Harmes To be for this Thy Raigne which VVonders brings A King of VVonder VVonder unto Kings If Pict Dane Normane Thy smooth Yoke had seen Pict Dane and Norman had thy Subjects been If Brutus knew the Blisse Thy Rule doth give Even Brutus joy would under Thee to live For Thou Thy People dost so dearely love That they a Father more than Prince Thee prove O Daies to be desir'd Age happy thrice If you your Heaven-sent-Good could duly prize But we halfe-palsie-sick thinke never right Of what we hold till it be from our sight Prize only Summers sweet and musked Breath VVhen armed VVinters threaten us with Death In pallid Sicknesse do esteeme of Health And by sad Poverty discerne of Wealth I see an Age when after some few yeares And Revolutions of the slow-pac'd Spheares These daies shall be 'bove other far esteem'd And like Augustus palmy Raigne be deem'd The Names of Arthur fabulous Paladines Grav'n in Times surly Brows in wrinckled Lines Of Henries Edwards famous for their Fights Their Neighbour Conquests Orders new of Knights Shall by this Princes Name be past as far As Meteors are by the Idalian Star If Gray-hair'd Proteüs Songs the Truth not misse There is a Land hence-distant many Miles Out-reaching Fiction and Atlantick Isles Which Homelings from this little World we name That shall imblazon with strange Rites his Fame Shall reare him Statues all of purest Gold Such as Men gave unto the Gods of old Name by him Temples Pallaces and Towns With some great River which their Fields renowns This is that King who should make right each wrong Of whom the Bards and mystick Sybills sung The Man long promis'd by whose glorious Raigne This Isle should yet her ancient Name regaine And more of Fortunate deserve the Stile Than those where Heavens with double Sūmers smile Run on Great Prince Thy Course in Glories way The end the Life the Evening crowns the Day Heape worth on worth and strongly soare above Those heights which made the World Thee first to love Surmount thy selfe and make thine Actions past Be but as Gleames or Lightnings of thy last Let them exceed those of thy younger Time As far as Autumne doth the flowry Prime Through this thy Empire range like worlds bright Eye That once each