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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63969	Poems on several occasions, with a pastoral to which is added, A discourse of life / by John Tutchin.; Poems. Selections	Tutchin, John, 1661?-1707.; Tutchin, John, 1661?-1707. Unfortunate shepherd.	1685 (1685)	Wing T3382; ESTC R20654	43,574	158

grieve when I peruse The Bawdy flashes of thy Muse. This to the Publishers was due Not Licens'd and Allow'd by you But the lewd wretches took the pain To act the Bawdy Lectures o're again ODE I. HArd by the Scenes of Cruel Fate The neighb'ring Groves o're-spreadin● boughs The discontented Calia fate Bewailing her unhappy Joys Ah faithless Swain she cry'd have I So Lov'd you then Melting my Soul in Ecstasie A Passion I ne're thought could die Ah faithless Man II. How vain then are the sweets of Love How weak the pleasure it allows Since disregarded are above False Oaths and broken vows A thousand times he swore by Jove He 'd Love me still He call'd upon the Powers above And all the Deities of Love To prove his skill III. Then gently thus he says my Dear Thou that excell'st the Paphian Queen E're I untrue can prove the Year In lasting Frosts shall still be seen Yet he 's untrue while Caelia dies By base despair With moans she rends the yielding Skies Mixing her undistinguish'd sighs With common Air. IV. Ah think Ingrate upon the Plain The pleasure we once happy had When thou wer 't stil'd the Lovely Swain And I was call'd the Beauteous Maid When after Death you shall repair The Shades to see Amongst the Troops of all the Fair And Lovers Ghosts you 'll find none there That lov'd like me THE Tory Catch I. A Friend of mine and I did follow A Cart and Six with Brandy fraught We sate us down and up did swallow Each a Gallon at a draught The sober Sot can't drink with us May kiss coy Wine with Tantalus II. With Musick fit for Serenading We did ramble to and fro Then to Drink and Masquerading 'Till we cannot stand nor go One Leg by Bacchus was quite lamed 'Tother Venus had defamed III. At the Tavern we did whisk it And full Pipes did empty drain We eat Pint-Pots instead of Bisket And piss'd 'em melted out again We beat the Vintner kiss'd his Wife And kill'd three Drawers in the strife IV. In the Street we found some Bullies And to make our valour known We call'd 'em Fops and silly Cullies And knock'd the foremost of 'em down And with praise to end the Fray We like good Souldiers ran away V. To the Play-House we descended For to get a grain of Wit Our own with Wine was so defended We sate spuing in the Pit 'Mongst Drunken Lords and Whoring Ladies To see such sights whose only Trade is HYPERMNESTRA TO LINUS The ARGUMENET Danaus King of Argos had by several Wives Fifty Daughters his Brother Aegyptus as many Sons Danaus refusing to Marry his Daughters to his Brother's Sons was at last compelled by an Army In revenge he commands his Daughters each to Murder her Husband on the Wedding Night All obeyed but Hypermnestra who assisted her Husband Linus to escape for which being afterwards Imprisoned and put in Irons she writes this Epistle THOSE words I would have spoke your hasty flight Would not allow here trembling loe I write I thank the Fates that do the time afford To use my Pen before I use my Sword To make the Tragedy well understood I 'll write the Epilogue in wreaking Blood That when my Fame a bloody Wife survives Preserv'd by me my much lov'd Linus lives The dead of Night that favour'd your Escape Shew'd me pale Fear in its most ugly shape Why are the Destinies so cruel grown But newly Married must we part so soon Why from Embraces do we make such hast This the first Kiss and must it be the last Scarce were you gone but in my Father came His Eyes spake Terror and my Sisters shame Turning his raging Eyes about he spy'd The Sword unsheathed and bloodless by my side Does Linus live he said why is not he Silent in Death as all his Brethren be He vow'd that I was to my Sires disgrace And swore that I should die in Linus place 'T is true my Sisters have their Husbands slain And only I the guiltless Wife remain Let my dread Sisters in their fury rave And make the Marriage Bed a dismal Grave Who can with unrelenting Eyes desire To see their Husbands by their sides expire And make the Marriage Torch a Funeral Fire Can I more fierce than Wolves or Tygers prove In that soft Bed which was design'd for Love Can my weak Hands lift up the pointed Steel Against that Breast Can I a Husband kill Whilest he poor innocent does sleep so fast Must wake no more but slumber out his last Let fatal Lovers their keen Poniards take And on themselves their bloody Vengeance wreak Yet fame shan't say with unrelenting Steel Sad Hypermnestra did her Husband kill How my cold Limbs with trembling Terror shook When in my Hand the Fatal Sword I took I held it o're thy Breast aim'd at thy Heart But mine alas did only feel the smart My trembling Hand made me the Body miss And for a deadly Wound I gave a Kiss Must fatal deeds appease the angry Skies A Husbands Blood 's too dear a Sacrifice Good natur'd Man he meant no Death for me Shall I both Cruel and Unconstant be Had I been nurst in some wild Desart place Sprung of a Lyon or a Tygers Race So that in all my Life I ne're did see The gentle Rules of soft Humanity I from the Marriage Bed might bear away The guilt of those that do their Husbands slay But you kind Heavens have given me a Soul That Malice cann't deceive nor Fraud controul Fixt as your Bolts it never shall remove From Rules of Honour and from Laws of Love Though the keen Sword present unto my sight The coming Terrors of Eternal Night I still will live my Linus dearest Wife And thank the Fate that rids me of my Life And now my Dearest if you chance to hear These sadder Groans the raging Storms bear If once this Letter be so blest to come To your Aboade your melancholy Home Kiss the lamenting Paper and then make Some mournful Obsequies for your Wife's sake CORINNA TO PHILOCLES The ARGUMENT Philocles a Swain of Sicily falling in Love with the beauteous Corinna a Nymph of the Plain after Mutual Vows of Constancy gets her with Child and then flies into Scythia whereupon she writes him the following Letter TO thee Dear Philocles to thee I send The much abus'd Corinna's faithless Friend Scythia a Sanctuary sure allows For broken Oaths and unregarded Vows Ah perjur'd Youth to leave those dearest Arms He once confest were mere Circean Charms Cast at my Feet he oft would panting lie While growing Love did turn to Ecstasie Pensive he look'd he groan'd he breath'd forth sighs Sad was his Heart and languishing his Eyes Grown Drunk with gazing he would reeling stand And drown'd in Raptures kiss my charming Hand Then all in Passions by the Gods he swore I was his Saint and me he would adore Before our Friends he unseen looks would take And undiscerned assignations make

4. Ne sit ancillae tibi amor pudori Xanthia Phoreu c. I. TO love a Serving-Maid no Sin can be Servants to us in Love are free The rough Achilles fell in Love With the white Skin'd Briseis and did prove Her humble Servant once her lofty Lord. The Son of Telamon so fam'd in War His Female Slave ador'd A Girle fair Was all the great Atrides did esteem Of all the Wealth and Victories got by him II. How canst thou tell but that fair Phillis may Be born of as noble clay As that which makes those Pageants we call Kingst Thou know'st not but she springs From a great Regal Line And weeps because the Gods have cast her down Believe me Phocus she deserves a Crown She needs must be Divine She who no breach of Oaths did ever know Who for an honest fame could wealth for-go Must needs of some high Parentage be born I whom Age doth seize With its incurable Disease I who all wanton wishes scorn Admire her Face her Arms and every Limb And think it worth my just esteem BOOK II. ODE 16. Otium Divos rogat in patenti Prensus Aegeo c. I. WHen the poor Mariner can nought espie But Sea and Skie Caught in the large Aegean Waves The dismal Clouds chasing away the Day The waining Moon no Light does give The guiding Lamps of Heaven are gone away Then the poor Merchant prays the Gods to live Peace cry the Thracians lame with War The Medes as quiet as their Quivers are Would be But Peace alas is sold Not for rich gems nor Purple nor for Gold II. 'T is not Oh Grosphus treasures great Can make perplexing care retreat 'T is not the Spears with Horses joyn'd Remove the tumults of the Mind Or drive the busie thoughts from off ones Bed His Mite a Million is who lives so well As no base Fear molests his sleep No great Ambition does disturb his Head Whose Board with homely Dainties doth excell Above a King's desire Set off with one old Salt that once did grace his Sire III. Why for Eternal Pleasures do we strive In a decaying mortal life Why must our station be remov'd From that dear Country once we lov'd Why do we seek another Air And leave our Native Land The change of Climates does not change our care Who aws a Nation can't himself command Care from the sturdy Ships won't keep adoof Though they were all of Canon proof The Card the Compass Helm and all the Art That Neptunes briny Subjects know Perplexes the poor Seamans Heart Sometimes he dreads the Rock and then the Seas And knows not where to go Fear trips it faster than frightn'd Hind Flies with more hast than the rough Easter Wind To rob a Mind of Ease IV. He that at present has a joyful Mind Ne're thinks on what 's to come He scorns to think on things that are not made Without a Being are in Chaos laid What pleasure can he find To dream of future care or think of future ease He keeps his pleasant home And mixes his sad thoughts with those that please None that the Gods have blest we happy call For whom they happy made was never blest in all How soon the great Achilles did to Death Yield his departing Breath How soon Death took him hence Who had Millions slew Soon did old Tython bid his House adieu His snowie Hairs cou'd not their wearer save From the inexorable Grave What is deni'd to thee to me may fall by chance V. Thou tell'st thy hundred Flocks of bleating Sheep Art pleas'd when thy Sicilian Heisers low No Musick is so good As Neighing Mares that rattle through the Wood Thou in bright Tissues in deep red dost go When the good natur'd Gods have given me A Soul of Verse a Poets name That 's writ on the chief Pinnacle of Fame A Heart from all perplexing Passions free Free from the Cowards cold and Madman's Heat But scorns the Vulgar and contems the great BOOK III. ODE 9. Donec gratus eram tibi Nec quis quam c. A DIALOGUE BETWIXT HORACE and LYDIA HORACE WHen I alone my Mistress did enjoy When She was kindly free not vilely coy When no smooth Lad about her Neck did cling I vy'd in pleasure with the Persian King LYDIA When you no Beauty lov'd but only mine And Lydia was no slave to Chloe's shrine Then fairest Lydia had a lasting Name Preceded Ilia in the rank of Fame HORACE The Thracian Chloe now has got my Heart Sweet at her Lute excelling in her Art For whose dear sake I joyfully would die If I might gain the living Maid thereby LYDIA Calys Ornitho's Son a worthy Name Scorches my Heart with no unequal flame For whom I would a double Death enjoy If Heaven would give me the surviving Boy HORACE What now if Venus should the game retrieve And Marriage bonds betwixt us two should give If I should hate fair Chloes Aubourn Hair And ope ' the Gate to Lydia as my Dear LYDIA Though thou wert wilder than the raging Sea And he as beauteous as the Milky-way Thou angry as the Seas that threat the Skie In thy lov'd bosom I would live and die ODE I. AND why in red dost thou appear Heavens how you look and how I gaze Can you the Martial Livery wear And with it tread the Lovers Maze Though red and furious you are seen I 'm sure you 're white and kind within II. For you I sigh I grieve alone Give me your Heart to ease my pain I 'll kindly mark it for mine own And give it back to you again Free from times blot my Name shall rest Enroll'd so safe within your Breast ODE I. CUrse on your Friends Why should they interpose I never sought their Love And if my Loving you they disapprove You say You Love and you I chose Base awkard Sots To tell of Blood and Name And Titles and Estate and talk of Fame Things not worth the having Of which Young Lovers never have a Thought Though they by Fools are dearly bought They are not worth the saving II. Would you that Young tawdry Cockscomb wed Your Father so admires No bind him to your Waiting-Maid She 's fit for his Desires I grant him store of Wealth and I have none But yet my Wit will last when all his Money 's gone Poor silly Fool Must he my Rival be 'Cause he 's set off with gawdy Shows Lace Ribbons and fine colour'd Cloaths And this is all his Equipage and Worth I too will dress my Sword and set it forth In the new fashion'd Pedantry It shall make Love as well nay better far than he III. Let the old Fumblers dote at home And make long Baggs for whom they please In wanton Joys young Lovers roam And Fancies crosses still their Ease Friendship and Love all Tyes will break And will from Nature License seek Why then Dear Caelia should your Friends make such ado About your Joynture and your Portion given Which if