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A01776
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Poëms, by Henry Glapthorn
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Glapthorne, Henry.
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1639
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STC 11911; ESTC S103221
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ore-slipt thy Cheek thence they shall flye With hot propension to thy flaming Eye Thence to that smooth that polish'd plain of Snow On which thy Brests those Hils of wonder grow Where little Cupids daunce and do contend Which of them first shall venture to descend To the Elisian Vallies that doe lie 'Twixt them and that rich Mine of puritie Thy slender Waste What does remain below 'T is fit that none but you and I should know When like a vent'rous well resolved man I sail through yourunfathom'd Ocean To Loves safe Harbour I 'm too modest Sweet With wide expressions of our Loves to greet Thy willing eares since I for my part meane In Action not in Words to be obscene VNclose those Eye-lids and out-shine The brightnesse of the breaking day The light they cover is divine Why should it fade so soone away Stars vanish so and day appeares The Sun 's so drown'd i' th' morning's teares Oh! let not sadnesse cloud this Beautie Which if you lose you 'll nere recover It is not Love's but Sorrowes dutie To die so soon for a dead Lover Banish oh banish griefe and then Our Joyes will bring our Hopes agen Epithalamium THe Joyes of Youth and what the Spring Of Health Strength Happiness can bring Wait upon this Noble paire Lady may you still be faire As earliest Light and stil enjoy Beauty which Age cannot destroy May you bee fruitfull as the Day Never Sigh but when you Pray Know no Grief but what may bee To temper your Felicitie And You my Lord may truest Fame Still attend on your great Name Live both of you espous'd to Peace And with your years let Love increase Goe late to Heav'n but comming thither Shine there two glorious Starres together Epithalamium THe holy-Priest had joynd their Hands and now Night grew propitious to their bridall Vow Majestick Iuno and young Hymen flyes To light their Pines at the fair Virgins eyes The little Graces amorously did skip With the small Cupids from each Lip to Lip Venus her self was present and untide Her Virgin zone when loe on either side Stood as her Hand-maids Chastitie and Truth With that immaculate guider of her Youth Rose-colour'd Modestie these did undresse The beauteous Maid who now in readinesse The nuptiall Tapors waving 'bout her Head Made poor her Garments and enrich'd her Bed While the fresh Bridegroome like the lusty Spring Did to the holy Bride-bed with him bring Attending masc'line Vertues down he laid His snowie Limbs by a far whiter Maid There Kisses link'd their Minds as they imbrace A Quire of Angels flew about the place Singing all Blisse unto this Pair for ever May they in Love and Union still persever Upon a Gentleman playing on the Lute STrange miracle Who 's this that wears The native Liv'rie of the Sphears Transforming all our sense to Ears Surely it cannot bee a sin To think there is or may have bin On earth a heavenly Seraphin That granted certain 't must bee hee In any else there cannot bee Such a Coelestiall Harmonie When glorious He with swift pursute Touch't the soft Cordage of his Lute The Genius of the World was mute Amphion so his hand let fall VVhen at th' inchantment of his call Stones danc'd to build the Theban VVall. Arion sure when he began To charme th' attentive Ocean VVas but an Embleme of this Man VVhose numerous Fingers whiter farre Than Venus Swans or Ermines are VVag'd with the amorous strings a Warre But such a Warre as did invite The Sense of Hearing and the Sight To riot in a full delight For as his Touch kept equall pace His Looks did move with such a grace We read his Musick in his Face Live Noble Youth let Heav'n inspire Thee with its owne eternall Fire While all that hear thee doe admire Love LOve 's a Child and ought to be Won with smiles his Deitie Is cloath'd in Panthers skins which hide Those parts which kill if but espy'd Hates Wars but such as mildly led By Venus are to pleasures Bed There do soft imbraces fight Kisses combate with delight Amorous looks and sighs discover What be fits a timerous Lover But who ere to Love doth yeeld Mars his Spear nor Pallas Shield Can save from ruine for Loves Fire Once enkindled by desire Blown by thoughts impetuous blasts It for ever burning lasts The Sphear to which it strives to flie Are humane hearts that seek to die These like fuell Loves fire cherish Till they to ashes burne and perish To a reviv'd Vacation Play Prologue IT is a dead Vacation yet we see Which glads our souls a wel-set Company Adorn our Benches We did scarce expect So full an Audience in this long neglect Of Court and Citie Gentry that transfer In Terme their Visits to our Theater The Countrey Gentlemen come but to Town For their own bus'nesse sake to carry down A sad Sub-poena or a fearfull Writ For their poor Neighbour not for love of Wit Their comely Madams too come up to see New Fashions or to buy some Raritie For their young Son and Heir and only stay Till by their Sheepshearing they 'r call'd away The Courtiers too are absent who had wont To buy your Wares on trust they 'r gone to hunt The nimble Buck i' th' Countrey and conceive They give you Int'rest if you but receive A haunch of Ven'son or if they supplie Your Wives trim Churching with a Red-Deer Pie Few Gentlemen are now in Town but those Who in your Books remain uncross'd for Clothes Who when you aske them money are so slack To pay 't their answer is What do you lack You are our daily and most constant Guests Whom neither Countrey bus'nesse nor the Gests Can ravish from the Citie 't is your care To keep your Shops ' lesse when to take the Ayr You walke abroad as you have done to day To bring your Wives and Daughters to a Play How fond are those men then that think it fit T'arraigne the Citie of defect of Wit When we do know you love both wit sport Especially when you 've vacation sor't And now we hope you 've leisure in the Citie To give the World cause to suspect you witty We would intreat you then put off awhile That formall brow you wear when you beguile Young Chapmen with bad Wares pray do not look On us as on the Debtors in your Book With a shrewd countenance what we act to day Was for your sakes some think a pretty Play Nay wee our selves almost presume it good Because we hope it will be understood By your capacious Brains which know to get Wealth and for that cause we can't doubt your Wit At least we dare not since wee 'r bound to say All those are witty come to see our Play For Ezekiel Fen at his first Acting a Mans Part. PROLOGVE SUppose a Merchant when he lanches forth An untry'd Vessell doubtfull of its worth Dare not adventure on that infant Peece The glorious fetching of a
instructions of my Muse I know dear friend you 'r so maturely wise You can see vice though cloth'd in the disguise Of vertue and 't is needlesse then to preach Doctrine to you who abler are to teach Than be instructed but my Pen does move Only by true directions of my love From which if you receive the least offence I must appeale to th' Court of Innocence From your harsh Censure since what I have said Was not to chide you Friend but to perswade VErtues reward is Honour and though you Wear no more Titles than descend as due From your brave Ancestors yet to your Blood 'T is an addition Sir to be thought good You whose demeanor bears that equall port You 've won the love not envie of the Court That can observe the forme and Laws of State Gaining mens emulation not their hate That with a noble temper can decide The diffrence 'twixt formalitie and pride That your indifferent actions are as far From b'ing too common as too singular So that with glorious freedome you direct Your Will to what it ought most to affect You in whose Nature as two Suns arise The Attributes of Bountefull and Wise. You that are Valiant as Fames eldest Child Honour yet teach even Valour to be mild You that in brief with certain judgment can Be perfect Courtier yet be perfect Man 'T is no Poetick flattry that does raise My eager Muse up to this height of Praise Big with an holy and Prophetick rage In Fames great Book I in an ample Page Wil fix the Annals of your Worth which shall When other Names are held Apocryphall In that eternall Volume be annext A faire Appendix to that glorious Text. But now Great Sir 't is time that I excuse The too audacious errours of my Muse And by my humble wishes strive to win A full remission for its daring sin May you enjoy what ever Strength and Health Can yeeld of pleasure or unbounded Wealth Can without riot purchase may you bee As free from others envie as y' are free From its desert and may you which long since You had grow great i' th' favour of your Prince May not mischance invade your souls blest peace But may it even as it consumes increase And when decrepid age shall slowly creep Over your Youth and to eternall Sleep Confine your eye-lids may you then expire Blest as a Martyr that does Court the Fire Poets are Prophets Sir and things indeed Happen when they but wish they may succeed Vpon the right Honourable RICHARD Earle of Portland late Lord High Treasurer of ENGLAND ELEGIE HOw dul's my Faith 't would pusle my belief That there could be room left on earth for grief Did not the Worlds great Genius seem to powre Its very eyes out in a plenteous showre As if it meant its moysture should create Another Deluge spight of pow'rfull Fate The Stars are mournfull grown and do conspire With unaccustom'd tears to quench their fire The Sun himselfe looks heavie and puts on In spight of Light a sad privation breath Since Noble PORTLAND's fall whose glorious Was too too precious to bee stolne by Death Grim Tyrant hold thy hand if thou ' lt imploy Thy unresisted Shafts let them destroy Only those petty subjects whom their Fate Never produc'd for Pillars of the State The Kingdome well may spare them and their losse Would rather be a blessing than a crosse There 's multitudes that only seek to bee The ends not raisers of their Familie To whom thy Darts their Patrimony spent Would be most welcome Cures of discontent Ambitious Furie 'T is thy only aime To vanquish those same true born sons of Fame That rise by noble merit such was hee To whom my Muse does pay this Elegie He who though plac'd in Honors highest seat Striv'd rather to be counted Good than Great Into whose Essence all conceiv'd that State Did its own soule even transubstantiate Such were his Counsels so supremely wise They alwaies conquerd where they did advise His Judgement too so strong and so mature What ere it promis'd seem'd to be secure Yet 't was with such a moderation mixt That as on Law so 't was on Conscience fixt All 's actions were so even they nere did force The great mans Envie nor the poor mans Curse Such was his Life so temperate and just It nere knew Malice nor commerc'd with Lust. What suddain trance surrounds me what extreme Passion confines my senses to a Dreame I feele a lazie humour slowly creep Over my Fancie charming it to sleep Or rather that entranc'd it might supply Great PORTLAND's Herse with a fit Elegie Now a Poetick furie brings mee on To mount to Fames eternall Mansion Where upon Marble Seats I did behold Those glorious Worthies so renound of old For prudent Counsels who were held the health The very life and soule o' th' Common-wealth There the mellifluous Cicero did shine Bright with the spoiles of vanquish'd Cataline And as his Motto ore his Throne there hung Arms yeeld to Arts let Swords give place to th' Tongue There Roman Fabius sate who wrought the fall By his delays of Punick Hanuibal 'Mongst other forraigne Statesmen there appears Those of our Nation who for many years Did in ambiguous Fortunes frown and smile Uphold the Fate and Glory of this Isle There that great Marshall Pembroke did sustaine The reeling Pillars of third Henries Raigne And of this our English heaven advance Himselfe the Atlas gainst invading France After a numerous Companie in his Pall And other holy Robes Fame did install Illustrious Morton that compos'd the Jarre Betwixt the House of York and Lancaster There Sackvile Cecill Egerton were plac'd On whom as I stood gazing Fame in hast Approaching did command them to prepare For PORTLAND's welcome to that Theater Of ever-living Honour and to mee Goe sing quoth shee this Worthies Elegie Straight as the Muses Priest I did obey And gan to touch my Instrument when they Leaving their Thrones with an unanimous voice Welcom'd the Sage Lord and did give him choice Which Seat he would accept but modest hee Repaid their Courtesie with Courtesie Till Fame her selfe installd him and did give His merit this Inscription which shall live As his great Name unraz'd Here PORTLAND lies That was as truely Iust as hee was Wise Cautious yet full of Councell Mild yet free From seeking idle Popularitie To Goodmen gentle to the Bad severe Lov'd Vertue for its selfe and not for Feare This Fame inscrib'd and this shall deck his Herse While there is Time or memorie of Verse On Sir Robert Ayton late Secretarie to her Majestie ELEGIE TEares are all Great mens Obsequies when they Break from the glorious prison of their Clay A thousand fluent eyes their losses mourns As if they meant to drowne them in their Urnes If then this sorrow customarie bee How many eyes should bee wept out for thee Admired Ayton every mournfull breath Lamenting thine should sigh it self to death