no more room for me In Coccam Epigram De Monsieur Maynard THy cheeks having their Roses shed And thy whole Frame through Age become So loathsome for all use in bed That 't is much fitter for a Tomb Cocca thou should'st not be so vain Although thy Eloquence be great As to expect it should obtain That I should doe the filthy Feat And that same Engine in your hand You cherish court and flatter so Now you have made him bravely stand Is not so charitable though As in his vigorous youth to be A crutch to your Antiquity Writ in Calista's Prayer-Book An Epigram OF Monsieur de Malherbe WHilst you are deaf to love you may Fairest Calista weep and pray And yet alas no mercy find Not but God's mercifull 't is true But can you think he 'll grant to you What you deny to all Mankind Song I. HOw comes it to pass with so little adoe That I 've broke all my Fetters and Chains And that no remembrance of all my great woe But like that of a Tale now remains I no more for a Star now do Phillis esteem And all her Perfections to me now do seem But like Dreams when I 've malted my Brains II. I am now quite asham'd to see how she looks And no more the same Fair that before Those Beauties all gone put me so off the hooks And so troubled my Coxcomb of yore I Now see all the shot that she made was false fire And those murthering Charms I so much did admiâ— Were defects mere defects and no more III. The Sun or yet Love are no more in her eyes They 're as dim as a Nail's in a door She 's so far with her Charms from gaining a prize That I doubt she must now run o' th' â—core And for that we call Mistress so monst'rous unfit To any man living that has Grace or Wit That she 's sâ—arce good enough for a Whore. IV. Yet Sot that I was I did once cry and blubber For this damnable piece of Infection Which none could have done but an Owl and a Lubber But his sense would have been his Protection And for which on my self I will now pass this Sentence That to th' hour of my death I will weep for repentance That I ever did weep for affection V. Farewell then O Phillis it is the Gods pleasure That I reason might see to forsake you To open my eyes then out of my loves treasure Please t' accept of this farewell I make you 'T is a Complement that is most justly your due And but what in times past I took kindly from yoâ— Ugly Phillis a Whoreson's Pox take you A Phillis Madrigal JE plaigrois Philis un jour A son Petitesse d'Amour De mon martyre mon malheur De ce que par son Caprice Sans procez sans Iustice L'enfant m'avoit navrez le Caeur La dessus le pitit Drole M'a promis sur la parole Entre ses beaux flesches uvoraées d'or D'en choisir encore une autre Et de faire autant au vostre Le seutez vous Philis encore ODE To Chloris I. FAir and Cruel still in vain Must I adore still still persevere Languish still and still complain And yet a Med'cine for my Feaver Never never must obtain II. Chloris how are you to blame To him that dies to be so cruel Not to stay my falling frame Since your fair eyes do dart the fuel That still nourishes my â—lame III. Shade those Glories of thine eye Or let their Influence be milder Beauty and disdain destroy Alike and make our Passions wilder Either let me live or die IV. I have lov'd thee let me see Lord how long a time of loving Years no less than three times three Still my flame and pain improving Yet still paid with cruelty V. What more wouldst thou have of me Sure I 've serv'd a pretty season And so prov'd my constancy That methinks it is but reason Love or Death should set me free ODE I. WAs ever man of Nature's framing So given o'er to roving Who have been twenty years a taming By ways that are not worth the naming And now must die of loving II. Hell take me if she been't so winning That now I love her mainly And though in jeast at the beginning Yet now I 'd wond'rous fain be sinning And so have told her plainly III. At which she cries I doe not love her And tells me of her Honor Then have I no way to disprove her And my true passion to discover But streight to fall upon her IV. Which done forsooth she talks of wedding But what will that avail her For though I am old Dog at Bedding I 'm yet a man of so much reading That there I sure shall fail her V. No hang me if I ever marry Till Womankind grow stancher I do delight delights to vary And love not in one Hulk to tarry But only Trim and Launch her To Iohn Bradshaw Esq I. COuld you and I our Lives renew And be both young agen Retaining what we ever knew Of Manners Times and Men II. We could not frame so loose to live But must be useful then E'er we could possibly arrive To the same Age agen III. But Youth 's devour'd in Vanities Before we are aware And so grown old before grown wise We good for nothing are IV. Or if by that time knowing grown By reading Books and Men For others Service or our own 'T is with the latest then V. Happy 's that man in this estate Whose Conscience tells him still That though for good he comes too late He ne'er did any ill VI. The satisfaction flowing thence All dolours would assuage And be sufficient recompence For all the ills of Age VII But very few my Friend I fear Whom this ill Age has bred At need have such a Comforter To make their dying Bed. VIII 'T is then high time we should prepare In a new World to live Since here we breath but panting air Alas by short reprieve IX Life then begins to be a pain Infirmity prevails Which when it but begins to reign The bravest Courage quails X. But could we as I said procure To live our lives agen We should be of the better sure Or the worst sort of men WINTER De Monsieur Marigny Directed to Sir Robert Cokâ— BLeak Winter is from Norway come And such a formidable Groom With 's Icled beard and hoary head That or with cold or else with dread Has frighted Phoebus out on 's wit And put him in t ' an Ague Fit The Moon too out of rev'rend care To save her beauty from the Air And guard her pale Complexion Her Hood and Vizard Mask puts on Old gray-pate Saturn too is seen Muffled up in a great Bear 's skin And Mars a quilted Cap puts on Under his shining Morion And in these posting Luminaries It but a necessary care is And very consonant to reason To go well clad in such
pure streams yet too polluted are With thine much purer to compare The rapid Garonne and the winding Seine Are both too mean Beloved Dove with thee To vie Priority Nay Tame and Isis when conjoyn'd submit And lay their Trophies at thy Silver Feet VIII Oh my beloved Rocks that rise To awe the Earth and brave the Skies From some aspiring Mountain's crown How dearly do I love Giddy with pleasure to look down And from the Vales to view the noble heights above IX Oh my beloved Caves from Dog-star heats And hotter Persecution safe Retreats What safety privacy what true delight In the artificial Night Your gloomy entrails make Have I taken do I take How oft when grief has made me fly To hide me from Society Even of my dearest Friends have I In your recesses friendly shade All my sorrows open laid And most secret woes entrusted to your privacy X. Lord would men let me alone What an over-happy one Should I think my self to be Might I in this desart place Which most men by their voice disgrace Live but undisturb'd and free Here in this despis'd recess Would I maugre Winter's cold And the Summer's worst excess Try to live out to sixty full years old And all the while Without an envious eye On any thriving under Fortune's smile Contented live and then contented die Rondeau THou Fool if madness be so rife That spight of wit thou 'lt have a Wife I 'll tell thee what thou must expect After the Honey-Moon neglect All the sad days of thy whole Life To that a World of Woe and Strife Which is of Marriage the effect And thou thy woe 's own Architect Thou Fool Thou 'lt nothing find but disrespect Ill words i' th' scolding Dialect For she 'll all Tabor be or Fife Then prythee go and whet thy Knife And from this Fate thy self protect Thou Fool To Cupid I. FOnd Love deliver up thy Bow I am become more Love than thou I am as wanton grown and wild Much less a Man and more a Child From Venus born of chaster kind A better Archer though as blind II. Surrender without more adoe I am both King and Subject too I will command but must obey I am the Hunter and the Prey 〈◊〉 vanquish yet am overcome And Sentencing receive my Doom III. No springing Beauty scapes my Dart And ev'ry ripe one wounds my Heart Thus whilst I wound I wounded am And firing others turn to flame To shew how far Love can combine The Mortal part with the Divine IV. Faith quit thine Empire and come down That thou and I may share the Crown I 've tri'd the worst thy Arms can doe Come then and taste my power too Which howsoe'er it may fall short Will doubtless prove the better sport V. Yet do not for in Field and Town The Females are so loving grown So kind or else so lustfull we Can neither err though neither see Keep then thine own Dominions Lad Two Loves would make all Women mad To Aelia ODE POOR antiquated Slut forbear Thy Importunity's so strong â—t will I fear corrupt the Air And doe an universal wrong Be modest or I swear and vow I neither can nor will be kind Pox on 't now thou dost clam'rous grow There 's no enduring in the wind Whilst silence did thy thoughts betray I only was the sufferer But now thy Lungs begin to play All the whole Province suffers here Faith Aelia if thou be'st so hot That nor Satiety nor Age Can cool the over-boiling Pot Nor thy edullient Lust assuage Yet be so charitably kind Though damn'd thou art resolv'd to be As not to poyson all Mankind By fulsome importunity But sure 't is time we should give o'er And if I mourn my time mispent How much for fifty years of Whore Ought'st thou poor Aeliâ— to repent Yet if in spight of all advice Thou needs wilt importune me still I am not so reclaim'd from Vice But I can satisfie thy will And 't will to my advantage be For should I new amours begin Delight might damn me when with thee The penance expiates the sin Sonnet GOE false one now I see the cheat Your love was all a Counterfeit And I was gall'd to think that you Or any she could long be true How could you once so kind appear To kiss to sigh and shed a tear To cherish and caress me so And now not let but bid me go Oh Woman Frailty is thy name Since she 's untrue y' are all to blame And but in man no truth is sound 'T is a fair Sex we all must love it But on my conscience could we prove it They all are false ev'n under ground Stanzes de Monsieur Bertaud I. WHilst wishing Heaven in his ire Would punish with some judgment dire This heart to love so obstinate â—o say I love her is to lie Though I do love t'extremity Since thus to love her is to hate II. â—ut since from this my hatred springs â—hat she neglects my Sufferings And is unto my love ingrate â—y hatred is so full of â—lame â—ince from affection first it came That 't is to love her thus to hate III. I wish that milder Love or Death That ends our Miseries with our breath Would my affections terminate For to my Soul depriv'd of peace It is a torment worse than these Thus wretchedly to love and hate IV. Let Love be gentle or severe It is in vain to hope or fear His grace or rage in this estate Being I from my fair one's Spirit Nor mutual love nor hatred merit Thus foolishly to love and hate V. â—r if by my example here 〈◊〉 just and equal do appear She love and loath who is my fate â—rant me ye powers in this case â—oth for my punishment and grace That as I do she love and hate The eighth Psalm paraphrased â— O Lord our Governour whose potent sway All Pow'rs in Heav'n and Earth obey â—hroughout the spacious Earth's extended frame How great is thy adored Name â—hy Glories thou hast seated Lord on high Above the Empirean Sky 2. Out of the mouths of Infants newly come From the dark Closet of the Womb Thou hast ordained pow'rfull Truth to rise To baffle all thine Enemies That thou the furious Rage might'st calm agen Of bloudy and revengefull men 3. When on thy Glorious Heav'ns I reflect Thy work almighty Architect The changing Moon and Stars that thou hast madâ— T' illuminate night's sable shade 4. Oh! what is man think I that Heaven's King Should mind so poor a wretched thing Or Man's â—rail Off-spring that Almighty God Should stoop to visit his abode 5. For thou createdst him but one degree Below the Heav'nly Hierarchy Of bless'd and happy Angels and didst crown Frail Dust with Glory and Renown 6. Over the works of thy Almighty hand Thou giv'st him absolute command And all the rest that thou hast made Under his feet hast subject laid 7. All Sheep and Oxen and the wilder breed Of Beasts
Opprest Into Security and Rest. XLVII The Worthy in Disgrace shall find Favour return again more kind And in restraint who stifled lye Shall taste the Air of Liberty XLVIII The Brave shall triumph in Success The Lovers shall have Mistresses Poor unreguarded Virtue Praise And the Neglected Poet Baies XLIX Thus shall our Healths do others good Whilst we our selves do all we wou'd For freed from Envy and from Care What would we be but what we are L. 'T is the plump Grapes Immortal Juice That does this happiness produce And will preserve us free together Maugre mischance or Wind and Weather LI. Then let Old Winter take his course And roar abroad till he be hoarse And his Lungs crack with Ruthless Ire It shall but serve to blow our Fire LII Let him our little Castle ply With all his loud Artillery Whilst Sack and Claret Man the Fort His Fury shall become our Sport. LIII Or let him Scotland take and there Confine the plotting Presbyter His Zeal may Freeze whilst we kept warm With Love and Wine can know no harm An ELEGY upon the Lord Hastings AMongst the Mourners that attend his Herse With flowing Eyes and wish each Tear a Verse T'embalm his Fame and his dear Merit save Uninjur'd from th'oblivion of the Grave A Sacrificer I am come to be Of this poor Off'ring to his Memory O could our pious Meditations thrive So well to keep his better part alive So that in stead of Him we could but find Those fair Examples of his Letter'd Mind Vertuous Emulation then might be Our hopes of Good Men though not such as He. But in his hopeful progress since he 's crost Pale Vertue droops now her best Pattern's lost 'T was hard neither Divine nor Humane Parts The strength of Goodness Learning and of Arts Full crowds of Friends nor all the Pray'rs of them Nor that he was the Pillar of his Stem Affection's Mark secure of all Mens Hate Could rescue him from the sad stroke of Fate Why was not th' Air drest in Prodigious forms To groan in Thunder and to weep in Storms And as at some Mens Fall why did not His In Nature work a Metamorphosis No he was gentle and his Soul was sent A silent Victim to the Firmament Weep Ladies weep lament great Hastings Fall His House is bury'd in his Funeral Bathe him in Tears till there appear no trace Of those sad Blushes in his lovely Face Let there be in 't of Guilt no seeming sence Nor other Colour than of Innocence For he was Wise and Good though he was Young Well suited to the Stock from whence he sprung And what in Youth is Ignorance and Vice In him prov'd Piety of an excellent price Farewel dear Lord and sincâ— thy Body must In time return to its first Matter Dust Rest in thy melancholy Tomb in Peace For who Would longer live that could but now die so THE BATTAIL OF YVRY To my worthy Friend Mr. Whyte From the unworthy Author Charles Cotton â—â—generes animos timor arguit heu quibus ille â—â—ctatus Fatis quae bella exhausta canebat Virg. Aeneid Lib. 4. To his Honor'd Friend the Author of this Excellent POEM I Took Sir of your Book a short survay And swiftly ran it over without stay Yet stumbled not I found the Work to be So smoothly wrought and coucht so evenly Some Muses seem to gambol and curvet But yours though frolick Feet on Ground she set Goes as she swam in Blood an easie pace Or rather runs a wreath-deserving Race Some rave in Verse as they would seem to be Full like the Sibylls of some Deity When Wine inflates them but you in your height Of Fury give your wing'd Phansies weight With Reason temper Rage and like a strong Well-fraighted Bark pass steadily along You as a true bred Stanhop write in State Brave lines compose yet ne're Luxuriate But keep within your sober bounds most fit To give restraint to a high-working Wit. As a Wise King 's a Subject of your lines So you considerately bring on designs Not rush like Curtius into th' vastitys Of danger but approach by fair degrees Relating from what troubled Sourse arose Th' discord and what troops of Gallant Foes Gave Luster to the Field as here with fine Phaebean Phansies your Narrations shine Now when brave Metal to the stroke you bring Your Verse then sparkles fervently you sing Spur up your Pegasus and make him fly A gallant pitch of rare sublimity And when his Head into a Cloud doth dash Cause it to Thunder as your Wit doth flash Great Mars when Diomed his Wast did wound From his deep Throat sent froth a hideous sound But sure he bellows not in Homer more To terror than your Poem makes him roar As your high enterprize did merit Praise So for th' atchievement claim your Crown of Bayes Your Worth was in the bud but now 't is blown By Fame and to more Eminency grown By this strong work a work that may defy The Tooth of Time and Tongue of Calumny Thomas Bancroft THE BATTAIL OF YVRY I. HIgh are his thoughts whose Buskin'd Mistress sings In verse Heroick the Heroick deeds Of Warlike Princes and Victorious Kings Whose worth all Commentary still exceeds Nor can a Muse imp't with the noblest Wings Write worth the least drop a brave Gen'ral Bleeds So high is Vertue in her native Glory Advanc't above the Trophies of all Story II. Yet to repeat what they have bravely writ With pointed Steel in Characters of Blood How great Relations into Faction split When blind Ambition does corrupt the Good Should from the worst no censure ill admit Nor of the best Meâ— ill be understood Since we do others not our selves commend To celebrate the bold's a noble End. III. Assist me then thou God of Song whose Lyre I dare to touch with my unskilful Hands Whilst Truths I sing to make the World admire Of glorious Burbon and his Conqu'ring Bands Not to Eclipse nor raise that Vertue higher Which in the Mount of Honor burning stands Bright as the brightest Star that there doth flame A shining Monument to Caesar's Name IV. And thou great Goddess of all Arts and Arms Teach me a Verse High as this Princes thought That I may number the out-brav'd harms He by his Conduct to Subjection brought The dang'rous Conquest that through Death's Alarms By hardy Valour he so bravely bought A day in Fame's great Catalogue more bright Than all the Suns of Honor e're could light V. Great were the Vertues that Example since To Kings succeding he has left behind Great in a Man but greater in a Prince A Monarch from the Lees of place refin'd A living precept Tyrans to Convince And plant true Honor in a Worthy's Mind A Noble Stem whence to this clim did Spring A worthy though an overshadow'd King. VI. Long had the Family of Lorain grown To dang'rous greatness by their Princes Grace By subtle Arts strove to supplant the Crown To