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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A33611	A chain of golden poems embellished with wit, mirth, and eloquence : together with two most excellent comedies, (viz.) The obstinate lady, and Trappolin suppos'd a prince / written by Sr Aston Cokayn.; Chain of golden poems	Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684.; Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684. Obstinate lady.; Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684. Trappolin creduto principe.	1658 (1658)	Wing C4894; ESTC R20860	211,316	545

Fletchers chief bosome-friend inform'd me so Ith'next impression therefore justice do And print their old ones in one volume too For Beaumonts works Fletchers should come forth With all the right belonging to their worth 54. To my much honoured Cousin Sir Francis Burdet Baronet The honest Poet Michael Drayton I Must ever honour for your Amity He brought us first acquainted which good turn Made me to fix an Elegie on 's urn Else I might well have spar'd my humble stuffe His own sweet Muse renowning him enough In Warwick-shire your house and mine stand neer I therefore wish we both were setled there So we might often meet and I thereby Your excel'nt conversation oft enjoy What good should you get by it truly none The profit would acrue to me alone 55. To Mrs. Anne Gregson of Ashburn Y' are good and great and had you had some itch For wealth and married God be here had been rich But money you contemn'd it doth appear Content to live a widdow by good Beer 56. To my sweet Cousin Mrs. Isabella Milward Your noble father Sir Iohn Zouch when you Was very young occasion'd you to view Virginia took you thither where some years You spent till you had moistned with your tears His and your eldest sister Katharine's Tombe Interr'd so far from Codnor their old home After so sad a loss you thought it time To return back unto your native clime Where your by all men honour'd husband found A richer Prize then all the spacious ground Known by Vesputius surname ere did give And may you long together happy live 57. An Epitaph on King Arthur Arthur our Worthy whose grand fame in war Shall evermore load Fames triumphant Car This Marble covers nobler dust then those For whom the Pyramids of Egypt rose Had but his life reacht out to his intent Queen Artemisia's wondrous Monument Had been his Sepulchre and not his tombe His merits would have rose to such a summe Nothing but treason foul could periodize The Progress in his Saxon victories And Glassenbury Abbey loudly boasts That it contains the Terrour of their Hoasts 58. An Epitaph on Henry the fourth of France Forbear thy rude approch bold Passenger Henry the Great the fourth of France lies here His claim unto that Crown he knew so right That he for it unarm'd did often fight The sword of Mars Minerva's Lance and Gun Of Mulciber fear never made him shun Cover'd with fire and bullets by his Foes He wore them not as Terrours but his clothes What Spain France and the League could not command With their united force a murtherers hand Did perpetrate Ravilliac struck him from The top of all his Glories to his Tombe As the bright Sun throughout our Hemisphere His course being finished sets full and clear And the next morn again doth beauteous rise And with his beams decks both the earth and skies So he after a life triumphant led Did bid the world adieu and here lies dead And when the last day comes return'd from dust Shall glorious rise and live among the Just 59. Of Fame Fame 's a strange Good and a strange Evil that Doth often give too much and oft detract And sometimes justice doth and hits the Mean Avoiding each extravagant Extream Let us precisely to our duties stick And Fames worst malice shal not wound to th' quick Or if it gives us that which is above Our merits why such flatteries should we love Doth Fame the virtuous right 't is well We shall Else each have's due after his funeral 60. An Epitaph on Mr. Ralph Fitzherbert who dyed at Ashby de la Zouch about the 22 year of his age and lies there buried Cornet Fitzherbert who in many a Fight Lord Loughboroughs Colours bore in the Kings right Lies here inter'd His skill in Musick gone And his good parts all cover'd with this stone He was too brave to find an Enemy To kill him and therefore in 's bed did dye Yet was he young and virtuous but alas On youth and virtue death no pity has Learn therefore Reader that no humane state Is safe and alwayes live prepar'd for Fate 61. Of Death Once born the best must dye why therefore then Should Death inflict such terror on us men Faint-hearted souls they are that fear to run The common Path which there 's no hope to shun A Life to Heaven and Earth in justice led Will give us leave to live in no such Dread They that so pass their dayes the world shall find That they a fair Report do leave behind When those that otherwise do wast their Times Shall fill Posterities mouthes with their foul crimes 62. To Mris. Katharin Pegge my wives eldest sister Although this age is against Crosses set I cannot quit me of my Crosses yet But welcome any Cross that comes we say It may be for our goods another day So let us ever to the Powers divine Our selves and what belongs to us resign That no Prosperity may be allow'd So to exalt our mindes to make us proud And no Adversity deject us so But patiently we may it undergo Then let our Crosses go or Crosses come Whilest we can say the will of Haaven be done 63. Of Cambridge and Oxford Cambridge one doth commend Oxford another And would have one prefer'd above the other VVhen they are best term'd equals And no other Such Foreign Place comes near the one or th' other This my opinion is who would an other May leave to trouble me and ask another 64. To Mrs. Elizabeth Nevil my wives youngest sister If you at Westow-Lodge do live I there Do often wish my self to be so near My mother Cambridge If at Holt you live In Leicestershire I there my self would give The Pleasures of that gallant Seat whose sight Affords fine Prospects various in delight Or if you live at Cressing Temple then Thither my wish transporteth me age● Colchester Oysters and Sea-fish invite Thither ofttimes my longing appetite But pardon me these vanities above All these I your sweet conversation love And your good husbands noble Company Those things I talk'd of but would these enjoy 65. To Parson Dulman Your zealous Ignorance doth oft dispraise Our Poets whatsoever that write Playes So small a pittance you of learning have Their worst of Playes doth all your works outbrave And I your zealous ignorance dispraise Telling you fam'd Nick Machiavil writ Playes But you to write a Play think an offence Is it not worse to preach so much nonsence 66. To Mrs Francis Shalcross and Mrs. Julia Boteler my Niece on their wedding night To bed fair bride your happy groom Full of desire doth long to come Now lye down by her in a trice Your Genial bed's a Paradise Though she 's to lose you are to get Her Zone unti'd untiddles it You need not any sweet forbear Both moving in your proper sphere I need not wish you joy you have What Heaven can give or Lovers crave But truely wish unto this

go Corruptedly from Lud●-town called so The seat of English Monarchs and the grave Of more then any since Norman valour gave It unto William Harold being slain And the Realme from the Saxons took again There into one of her four Innes withdraw Thy self and seriously go study Law Or be a Souldier and maintain his right Whose cause is just so thou may'st justlier fight Though wise Ulysses had a beautious wife And chaste and young he led a souldiers life Had she a proud disdainful mistress bin Frown'd on his services and scorn'd him You may conceive he then would sooner far Have left and slighted her and gone to th' war Or lead a Countrey life where far from noise Pride of the Court and City-vanities Thou may'st enjoy thy self sweet days and nights And spend thy time in harmlesser delights There thou maist hunt or hawk plant graff find Thousand diversions for thy troubled mind The noblest Romans many times would leave Their spendent City and in th' Countrey live Augustus self when it was at the height Forsook it and in Caprae did delight If that the Lyrick Horace had liv'd at home In his own Countrey-house and kept from Rome Perhaps he from 's fond passions had been free As the chaste Virgin Anaxarete If there thou spendest all the day in royle In wonted fire at night thou wilt not broyle For then sweet sleep you onely will request That after wearinesse you may have rest Travelling is a proved Antidote Whereby a double profit may be got I do not give thee counsel to subdue Thy passions by sailing unto Peru Neither advise I thee to pass the seas To take a view of the Pyramides Nor into Italy where Romans old The Scepter of the Universe did hold Nor into Spain where John of Gaunt the Duke Of Lancaster such battailes undertook Nor into France which our fifth Henry won And when he died left to his infant-son Who what his great victorious sire did gain Piece-meal to Charles the seventh did lose again The journey I enjoyn will not enforce Thee to take shipping but to ride an horse For will not England be sufficient To cure thy wound and to produce content Travel it through but take along with thee A friend or two to bear thee company I do not bid thee to go up and down Through every Village and through every Town Onely the best and notedst places view Whereof unto thee I will name a few To Troynovant now called London ride By new fair buildings daily beautifide And great resort of people There thou maist See how the Thames under a Bridge doth hast Of nineteen Arches Th●t so fair an other And strangely built is scarce all Europe over There thou maist see the famous Monuments Of our Heroes fram'd with large expence There thou upon the Sepulchre maist look Of Chaucer our true Ennius whose old book Hath taught our Nation so to Poetize That English rythmes now any equalize That we no more need envy at the straine Of Tiber Tagus or our neighbour Seine There Spencers Tomb thou likewise maist behold Which he deserved were it made of gold If honour'd Colin thou hadst liv'd so long As to have finished thy Faery Song Not onely mine but all tongues would confess Thou hadst exceeded old Maeonides Thence unto Canterbury take thy way Famous for being our chief Arch-Bishops sea Where thou maist see the ruines of the Tombe Of that great Prelate who whilom in Rome Complained of his Soveraign and did stand Boldly himself alone ' gainst all the Land Dover is worthy of thine eyes from whence Thou maist see Calice lost no long time since By Philip son to Charles the fifth and her That did again the Roman faith prefer Afterwards into Surry go where you Five of our Monarchs Palaces may view And Okam that renowned Village were William was born the deep Philosopher Sur-named from his birth-place whose divine Wit is observ'd by Nations transmarine To Hant-shire Winchester doth thee intreat A journey to vouchsafe the ancient seat Of the West Saxon Kings where thou may'st turn Thine eyes upon Canutus royal urn From thence if thou art of a noble race To Totnes ride Brutus his Landing-place A gallant branch of Anchisiades Flying from Italy through unknown seas In Somerset-shire travel to the Bath A place frequented much because it hath Waters for many a sickness good yet I Believe none there can cure loves malady And upon Glassenbury Abby daine To look where our Crow-fam'd King was slain And Joseph and upon the Hawthorn-tree On Christmas-day that blossoms annually Wilt-shires Cathedral Church is of such price That worthily it doth deserve thine eyes Wherein as many windows do appear As there be dayes in the divided year Wherein the Marble pillars parallel The hours that in four quarters one may tell And lastly where as many gates vouchsafe Entrance as moneths a year completely hath In Bark-shire unto Windsor Castle ride By British Arthur whiles re-edified Which glorious Castle at one time detain'd Two captive Kings by our third Edward gain'd And in whose Chappel those two Monarchs are Interr'd that toyl'd us with intestine war Saint Edmonds Bury is frequented much Because that thereabouts the air is such Unto that town a journey take and thence To Ipswich go by Danish violence Sack'd and made desolate but now so brave That through 't be none we worser Cities have Although the King of the East Angles did Reside at Thetford yet I do not bid Thee see it Lyn and Yarmouth more invite Thine eyes but Norwich most deserves thy sight Norfolk chief glory wherein rustick Ket For the commotion died he did beget And take a view of Cambridge wherein I Compos'd this Poem for thy Remedy Hail honour'd Mother O vouchsafe so much That worthless I may thee a little touch Englands bright and right eye now honour'd more Then famous Athens was in dayes of yore Accept my wish May all thy sources be For ever ignorant of vacancie And thou arise unto that height of fame That none comparatively may Oxford name Which soon would come to pass if that our King Would end what our sixth Henry did begin Trinity Colledge unto which I do For my own education my self owe Invites thee to behold a spacious Court And what it is afterwards to report That Royal Fabrick rais'd by him that died By Crook-backs hands and is so magnified For that strange roof will doubtless thee invite Within the walls of it to take a sight For Colins sake who hath so well exprest The vertues of our Faery Elves and drest Our Poesie in suth a gallant guise On happy Pembroke-Hall employ thine eyes Oxford our other Academy you Full worthy must acknowledge of your view Here smooth-tongu'd Drayton was inspired by Mnemosynes's manifold progenie And Sydney honour'd by all English men In Castalie here dip'd his numerous pen. From Oxford go to Gloster and from thence To sumptuous Bristow whose magnificence For building every stranger