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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A35069	Poems by Hugh Crompton, the son of Bacchus, and god-son of Apollo being a fardle of fancies, or a medley of musick, stewed in four ounces of the oyl of epigrams.	Crompton, Hugh, fl. 1657.	1657 (1657)	Wing C7029; ESTC R934	38,398	128

worship are beyond their wit IV. 'T is neither art nor desert that doth bring This man to be a begger that a King No vertuous hearts nor morall parts But that which still drives up the hill And daily doth inhaunce Mans greatnesse and his worth advance Can be no other then auspicious chance V. Since then by chance we either fall or stand And fortune playes with such a partial hand No heart of mine shall ere repine Nor will I guesse unworthinesse The more in me to rest Though I conceive I am not blest With Princely honours or a golden Chest 31. A tear over Orania's Tomb I. OH let me weep weep out mine eyes Upon the Tomb-stone where ●e lies Embalmed and enshrin'd Let not my senses lead me home And leave Orania in the tombe Why should I stay behinde II. What hope have I of life or blisse Under so dire a fate as this What 's man without a heart There was but one 'twixt she and me And that away from me did flee When hence she did depart III. And though the life of sense I kept 'T were better in the urn I slept For sleeping there I rest And then my heart and I should be Fomented in tranquillity And both for ever blest 32. A voyage to the Canaries or the Sack-pilgrimage I. Farewell false pleasures vain delights Deluding stories and bewitching glories Farewell false measures and false weights Farewell false glosses and false lights Farewell you Tory-rories But welcome Sack for I will be Ingaged unto none but thee II. Farewell you streamed cheeks of ore You rich attires and you vain love-sick fires The world 's a witch beauty 's a whore Curst may he be that loves it more Or to its vein aspires My youthfull rivals I resign And now go pilgrim to the Vine III. Farewell you Castles Towns and Towers Farewell relations and fare ye well fond fashio● You morall rights and formal powers Wherein I 've wasted many howers Be gone away in passion No aid at all from you I lack In this my pilgrimage of Sack IV. Aureous and argent Mines avoid Be gone ye rubies and also you great boobie In this your privie search imploy'd Blinder then Cupid may the guide That still directeth you be What mettle earthly or divine Is not ingendered by the Wine V. Cuckolds farewell and Cuckolds Curres Farewell trunk-breeches and fare ye well long speeches Farewell you Lords Dukes Knights and Sirs Farewell you dalliance and demurres Farewell you oaks and beeches I neither value man nor tree But such as in the Vineyard bee VI Farewell Kings Princes Lords and Popes Farewell false Latins farewell deluded Satins Halters I 'le change for Cable-ropes Imbracing Stars and Horoscopes Farewell high heels and pattins Let no dull actor shame the stage The scene is a Sack-pilgrimage 33. The Retreat I. TEll me Tyresias was it thou Bewitch'd me unto Cupids bow Why should I hold this Deer in chace Or wrack my fancy on her face What hope is there to win the prize That still refuses and denies II. With weary labours night and day Early and late through clods and clay In health and sicknesse blisse and bale I wo'd her but 't would not prevail My time my coyn and spirits too I spent but yet all would not do III. I manacled each strugling thought And my aspiring soul I brought Into subjection and did spill Full seas of tears to gain her will All this I did and more but yet Her marble heart would not submit IV. Therefore I will decline the suit And pluck up fancy by the root I 'le bid my stragling heart go home And leave thee to the next that come But may I perish for my pain If ere I cringe to thee again 34. Deformity GIve me the Maul of Hercules the triple Head of stern Cerberus and thou Disciple Grim Gueryon come and bring thy furies here Up Hydra up Parca do you appear Call up the damn'd deformities and chace Each rosie and each purple from the place Bring not loves arrowes nor th' Idalian dart To gall my senses or love-wound my heart But help Oh help I am beset about With snakie-hair'd Medusa and I doubt I shall be frantick Heaven grant me aid To back my weaknesse or I am betraid Blesse me What eyes be these what flaming sawcers What speech is this more rustical then Chaucers What Tytian lump is here what form what fashion What monster in my breast would make invasion Jove shield me from 't and for succession-sake With sinfull Ixion let me not mistake A cloud for Juno lest my heirs should be Exceeding Centaurs in deformity Shield me good Venus from this ugly ghost Else I am ruin'd and for ever lost Yet if by force I must be thrown upon her To save my reputation and my honour I will imbrace her with a formall shew Of affectation but believe it you Those nuptial duties which from me should flow Shall be performed by I care not who Let Incubus the Night-Mare be her mate Or he that loves to wallow in such fate But if no devil nor no man will do 't For love her lovely gold shall presse them to 't They shall be mercenary I 'le not scorn With her own dowry to exalt my horn Although her body be deform'd and foul Her gold is fair and may delight a soul Who then but fools whom nature hath control'd Would not incurre the horn to gripe the gold 35. The true beauty I. TEmpt not my thoughts with powder'd hair With Sattin or with Lawn This cannot make a Lady fair Whose honour lies at pawn Bring not thy jewels unto me I neither value them nor thee II. Look not so high though fortune please Fairly to set thee forth Thy own ambition 's thy disease And bridle of thy worth Thy beautie 's blur'd thy fame destroy'd Thy honour 's strangled in thy pride III. 'T is she that 's fair and only she Whose minde does not advance With fate above her pedigree That glories not in chance Whose beauty has more brightly shone To others senses then her own IV. Such is my Claria she that holds My heart within her brest Whose parallel in Cupid's folds Or flocks did never rest She whose ambitious smoke doth smother Aspiring not above another V. She whose own merits might transport Her love beyond my case Is humbly pleas'd my flames to court And offerings to imbrace With me she 'l laugh with me she 'l sing With me she will do any thing VI She knowes no scorn she 'l not deny Her lips at my request She nere saw me in misery But she would be opprest Therefore my Claria only thou Must rule my soul and fortunes now 36. Sept. 1655. The downfal of the black Boy and the white Girle in Budge-row I. COme lend a heart-destroying tear A sigh a sob a groan You Black-boy lads that lately were More radiant then the Sun You that did use to crown your pates With Beer and Ale divine