Chillingworth against Knot 21 Mr. Brightman on the Revelation ib. Mr. Mede ib. Dr. Potter ib. Mr. Cotton ib. On Bishop Laud against Fisher ib. On Doctor Hammond 22 To a Lawyer who said Though men might speak against those that are called Gospellers none justly against them were called Lawyers 23 On Mâ—…gna Charta 24 The Character of Loyall Friendship To his Honoured Coz Euseby Petsant 25 To the Son of the late King 27 Newes for Newes to a degenerate Cavalier 28 To a degenerate thing falsely call'd a Noble 29 A Character of a Compleat Gentleman To John Cotton Esq Heir to the Knâ—…wledge and Virtue as well as to the Honour and Fortunes of his Ancestors To his Coz Geo Boswel Esq rich in Desert as Fortune 30 Nobility innobled A Character of the most excellent Mâ—…rquis of Dorehester Earl of Kingstone The Lord Pierrepont 32 On Thomas Lord Wentworth Earl of Strafford ib. Summum jus summa injuria in jure Regni 33 On Poverty 34 The pleasures of the world 35 A defence of Curiosity An unsetled minde in unsetled times to weak Calumny and proud Ignorance â—…6 The Character of a good Widow Memoriae sacrum Heroniae adeo exoptatissimae medullitus dilectiss materterae Eliz. Boswel Epitaph 39 On the death of Mistris E. Kinesm whom age had transform'd to a Skeleton ib. To a painted Lady a Calf spotted Lusts Idol like the Idol of the Egyptians 40 To a Lady of Pleasure 41 To his Lady Book 43 On Retirement 45 Man a Microcosm 46 Of the Blood ib. On the Humours 48 On the Elements ib. Agaâ—…nst Phlebotomy to a Leech ib. For Phlebotomy 49 A Piss-pot Prophet ib. To a Gigger to Padua Valentia and Leyden Doctors 51 On Suburban non-Licentiates who Fox-like call the Colledge Grapes sowre 52 On the excellent Dr. Glisson ib. The sequestred Priest pidling in Physick 53 The fugitive Chymick ib. On Sigils ib. On the Astrologicall Quack 54 Oglio of Quacks ib. On Noah Big's vanity of the Craft of Physick 55 On Noah Bigs 56 On Fontinels ib. On Van Helmont 57 On Doctor Harvey ib. On Dr. George Ent 59 On Dr. Brown his Religio Mediâ—…i and Vulgar Errors 60 On Dr. George Bowle of Oundle 61 On the death of his inviscerately affected friend Richard Watson Esq Chryrurgeon to his late Majesty of England 62 The Poetaster ib. On Homer 63 On Scaligeâ—… 64 On Musaeus ib. On Hesiod ib. On Theocritus Mosius and Theognis 65 On Virgil ib. Chymerica Poesis On the sight of a yellow skin'd Lady 66 The praise of a yellow skin or an Elizabeth in Gold 67 To a Lady wondring why I prais'd a yellow skin 68 To Aureola or the yellow skin'd Lady asking who could love a Fancy 69 To a refin'd Lady 70 On an Ethiopian beauty M. S. ib. Of the black Lady with grey eyes and white tooth 71 The praise of his Mistris ib. On a blew Point given by a Lady on Valentines day to her Valentine and preach'd against by a Parson who call'd it a Rag of Superstition 73 On the Refin'd Lady 74 On the wearing of the Tag of her blew Pâ—…int ib. On Pentepicta A Lady with enamell'd Teeth black white and yellow F. W. 75 On Flavia A yellow hair'd Lady E. W. ib. On a Crooked Lady M. V. 76 The praise of Thick and Short 77 To Dionysia the plump Lady S D. ib. On Monocula a one eyâ—…d Lady M. W. 78 To Eugenia a defence of Iuvenile wildenessâ—… 79 To a man of Office under the late K. who called Detraction Love and Calumny Good Counsell 80 The ingenious Lady E. V. to I. L. contemning hâ—…r age 81 The Answer ib. A Palinode On a resolution to do pennance with Ashes 82 To Eugenia 83 On a retired Lady 84 To a Lady singing Mistake me not 85 Love wing'd 86 To one wondering at my various coloured Mistris ib. The vanity of Courtship devotion to Relicks asserted and confuted 87 Donec gratus eram Horatii A Dialogue betwixt two Lovers 92 To Lydia Instar Lydiae Horatirnae 93 E Martiale ib. To Agatha an unfortunate piece of goodnesse E P. a golden Mine obscur'd in dirt 94 On Marriage 95 On the World 97 On Our Father 99 Incerta poenitentia 010 Certamors rrecti 101 On the Resuâ—… 102 Ad Animam 103 The Leper cleans'd 104 The good Samaritan 105 Vox Poenitentiae 106 Spirit Flesh 107 Soul and Christ ib. Of Prayer 108 To the Soul 109 On the Nativity 110 FINIS
Poesis Rediviva OR POESIE REVIV'D BY JOHN COLLOP M. D. Odi prophanum vulgus arceo LONDON Printed for Humphrey Moseley and are to be sold at his Shop at the Princes Armes in S. Pauls Church-yard 1656. To the Right Honorable HENRY Marquis of Dorchester Earl of Kingstone Viscount Newark The Lord Pierrepont SI fuerint Moecenates non defuerint Marones Poetry revives quickned by the beams of such a Sun whom all the Muses acknowledge their Apollo and Sun-like you may gild ev'n the lowest and most humble Valleys yet neither impair your height or lustre glance a more auspicious beam on this birth which Eaglet-like approaches the Sun for legitimation the most piercing ray of your judgement I shall not after the mode of Dedications cry cut of Iejunenes and Sterility and intreat a Patronage to my weakness as not content to commit errour without a Patron or recommitting it in an Apologie To gild a dunghill would but exhale a stench though the odours of Virtues charioted in Sun-beams may communicate their influences and perfume the world Nor wants Poetry her Virtues Stones Trees and wilde Beasts accompany an Orpheus while he mollifies the most obdurate and stone-assimilating tempers teaches the most irregular pieces by his measures to be squared by the rule of proportion and serve to the edifice of Virtue produces harmony out of Natures discords while the most savage natures by his harmony are reduc'd to consort Civility dead Poesie revives and though some object as the Lyrick to Maro Quid si Threicio blandius Orpheo auditam moderere arboribus fidem non vanae redeat sanguis Imagini Virtue now being onely a vain and bloodless Image Yet the love of this Euridice stung by the old Serpent teaches me a descent into this home-bred hell we carry within us where foul tormenting passions reside like furies Lust is tied unto a wheel Care and Envy Vultur-like feed on the Heart and Liver while Incontinence pours water into Sieves Ambition rowls stones up Mountains and the dropsie of Avarice Tantalus like is thirsty in full Rivers And though with Orpheus I cannot hope to unlearn Furies their cruelty and teach their eyes in teares to wear the Livery of Repentance or reduce the belov'd Euridice yet if I can ease any of their pains by the delivery my Charity-will be brought to bed of her children which I shall desire your Honour a Witness to Nor is Poesie unworthy of your Patronage which a Sir Philip Sidney hath prais'd our Seraphick Donne us'd the learned Scaliger and he who makes all praises modest the excellent Hugo Grotius labour'd in Nay ev'n the Prophets were Poets and Pagan Poets are cited by the Apostles And though Poesie be vinum daemonum as the Father calls it when it inebriates mens mindes with folly yet it is flagellum daemonum when it lasâ—…es them out of their vanity tormenting them in their members The inriching of the people of God with the ornaments of Egypt S. Austin applies to Arts and Sciences invented by Heathen but taken from them as the spoilâ—… of Egypt and converted to Gods service It may be said of Poesie as of S. Cyprian Lactantius Victorinus Hilarius Quanto auro argento veste exiit ex Aegypto Converted from Paganism to Christianity Let an Atheist like Porphyrius scoff at it as borrowed from Gentilism and an Apostate resembling Julian prohibite humane literature in Christians which none have disrespected beside those whose ignorance render'd incapable of it or blacker impieties court Oblivion This could make an Octavius descend to the Lyricks friendship and a Lord Brook as the most permanent Epitaph desire to be writ Sir Philip Sidneys friend Friends to Poesie cannot want a memory while Time can keep a Register Dignum laude virum musa vetat mori ego te meis chartis carpere lividam opinionem totque tuos patiar labores Whether your anatomicall inspections to know your self both within and without which intitle you to that some have call'd the Physician a wise man or unridling Aenigmaticall Law quirks not onely by using your fortunes with reason injoy them but know the reason how you injoy or whether you unravel Nature to her first Principles and become of the Cabinet Councell to the Worlds Monarch which styles you what others are miscall'd The most Honourable who in the worst of times dare be good and when Ignorance is an Epidemicall disease pass untainted make to use of your Eminency to become a State Weather-cock and turn round with every wind or resemble those Magnifico's who Comet-like sprung from fat and slime of earth blaze and become portentous to Kingdoms while Ignorance is blazon'd with Power and Ambition and Avarice dress'd out with formalities of State like Anticks in great houses carv'd with Honours and gilded with Titles may attract admiration from vulgar heads Yet wiser men can make no greater use of then the Cynick of his statues onely to exercise patience But to you who have pass'd through the Temple of Virtue to that of Honour whose Honour is a Temple to enshrine Virtue monopolizing more then these want whose glorious outsides like Egyptian Temples by introspection afford nothing above an Ape As a tribute due to honour I present these besprinklings of a retirement while Democritus-like I laugh at the shittlecock world and exquire the causes of the spleen in the beast the Rabble which will invite some who Abderitanae pectora plebis habent the mad Rabble and those Plebeian heads who are a degree above them in their Clothes not in their intelligences to accuse me of phrensie Yet an Hippocrates the more refin'd spirit will pass intainted with the aire of popular displicencies since the Temples of Virtue and honour want not their sacrifices Your honours most humble Servitor and most affectionate Admirer J COLLOP Poesis Rediviva OR POESIE Reviv'd The Poet WHat art thought below wise-men yet 'bove ages Can'st make sev'n lines speak more then the sev'n Sages A name for Falkland or th' Lord Digby fit Or the Elixir of Hugh Grotius wit Pacing in rithme no Poets makes words fit High sense soul quickning each part of it Phancies effluxions which with light do stream Each sentence gilding like a Solar beam No day can pass to write lends him no ray Nay makes ev'n night vie splendor with the day To feed on trash hath no green sickness Muse Through Wits obstructions a Cachexy shews No cup-froth'd fancy sparkled wit from wine Sobriety waters vertues in each line None are born Poets naturally some pace Shuffle in rithme horse-like without a grace His Helicon must flow from sweat of 's brain And musing thoughts lend his Poetick vein Richer then those veins spring from heart of earth While Gold without an Ore he giveth birth Th' Philosophers Elixir in each line Doth in Epitome all that 's rich confine Above the salts of Ciceronian wit Whose name can lend no grain to season it Nor Adages nor Apophthegms new
death A Character of a Compleat Gentleman To Iohn Cotton Esq Heir to the Knowledge and Virtue as well as to the Honour and Fortunes of his Ancestors To his Coz George Boswel Esq rich in Desert as Fortune THou to the lame art legs eyes to the blinde They their own wants in thy perfections finde Thou pluck'st no houses down to rear thy own The poor Gods houses rear'st out of thy stone Thou to the poor giv'st bread ev'n out of stone And not to him who asks bread givest one Thy door is open and thy heart so too Hast both enough and heart enough to do Thou not inclosest to fence out the poor But an inclosure art to keep their store Sheep eat no men thy men thy sheep do eat In tears of others wil'st not stew thy meat To dogs the Childrens bread thou dost not give Make thy dogs fat scarce let thy servants live Thy father gives thee dirt thou mak'st it gold Virtue refines it to a better mold Gold the Suns childe thou let'st the father see That it may make a childe of light of thee Thou bragg'st no stem think'st vice improves no blood Should vice or taint or virtue speak not good For Honour Conscience dost not put to sale Or thy Religion steer by profits gale Imbib'st no dregs ev'n in these lees of time A licenc'd ill can'st think no lesser crime Thou drink'st no health for to impair thy own By th' cup Hush'd face think'st noble blood not shown By no rash humour swell'st the Kingdoms spleen From whose bulk th' leanness hath of th' body been Where he who gains no Idol for his lust An Idol Fancy gets of Cits on trust While profit's th' Prophet that doth teach it there Religion shew'd by darker shops like ware These not th' world onely but think God to cheat Forge some new light he 's theirs by the deceit These take not thee nor those Hawks tow'ring prize While they can grovel in impurities Thy Reason is a Hawk which takes a flight As if she 'd nest her in a Sphere of light What would a nurse more for her childe heav'n woo Then to have good know how to use it too Nobility innobled A Character of the most excellent Marquis of Dorchester Earl of Kingstone The Lord Pierrepont IN Honours Sphere thou like a Sun art shown Impartest light yet not impair'st thy own The Poets Phoebus and Physicians too Nay evâ—…n Church lights have influence from you They who laid hands on others for to preach On them th' times hands lay for to silence teach Thy hands relieve the mischief others do They 're strangely tongue-ty'd cannot speak of you No gilt-tongu'd Lawyer but doth plead for thee When thou 'rt but nam'd he hath his Angel fee Physicians 'bove Catholicon thee quote 'Gainst times infection their best antidote Thou read'st the living yet neglect'st not th' dead Hast both in Books and Skeletons them o're read But oh th' rich incense of each virgin prayer While parents virtues now made dowries are Stream to posterity honour in thy blood VVhat vice nor th' times Contagion taints is good Plaistred with blood no house on ruines built VVith others gold rear'd up but thy own gilt 'Bove Constellations may thy Coronet shine Honour her self is honour'd being thine VVho the lost Cyphers th' house of Lords complains VVhile that perfections summe in thee remains On Thomas Lord Wentworth Earl of STRAFFORD SAy not the Army took the Kingdomes head For Charls in Strafford a long time was dead The King with his own hand himself did slay The hand took Straffords took his head away How could his head upon his shoulders stand Gave leave to take th'best headpiece in his Land None durst to knowledge Strafford dead pretend Wisdoms Monopoly with his head did end With the Wentworth ah worth with thee was fled Ireland no venom Strafford living bred Nor England Wolves which could her sheep devour They plac'd him would have plac'd them in that Tower The silly sheep a league with wolves would make They ask their dogs dogs gone their lives they take Nor wanted Strafford guilt though wanted Law He for his death did his own warrant draw He drew the heads took his his case the same He gave himself the stab in Buckingham When he cry'd charge him high should the Law fail The rabble that knows no Law will prevail Nor thrive they better his black Curtain draw They since have found necessity hath no Law May none with greatnesse surfet that succeed And for state physick be prescrib'd to bleed Whence the bloody issue hath run twelve year Lord let it stop while we by faith draw near Summum jus summa injuria in jure regni GOld Crowns are Coyn'd by steel and stamp'd by might Thus the Saxons Danish Normans Tudors right The Roman Eagles ceased on their prey Their talons swords were carv'd the Empires way 'T was steel that gave the Spaniard all his gold By 's Bilbo blades he doth his Indies hold To edge blunt tools the Priest talks of the word 'T is steel that conquers not the two edg'd sword The Ottoman Moon had else bin in the wane Refulgent steel doth it new lustre gain The greatest injury is the greatest right Yet out of darknesse God creates a light While Greece did make a Conquest of the world She with her arms her arts about it hurl'd Civility did with Roman Eagles fly To Tames a way to learn civility Who Conquers bodies may he Conquer Minds And leave us men whom he like wild beasts finds Though he a Kingdom gains we shall lose none When every man doth in himself gain one Who is no prop to a declining throne Sins 'gainst his Kings in Earth in Heav'n his own He 's traitor helps a traitor to a Throne Yet who resists him on it may be one Martlets and Capets treasons thrones acquir'd Yet both so well rul'd France thought both inspir'd A petty notary rul'd so well in Rome The time of the golden Age did th' name assume Otho may sacrifice ' f all for publick good Good with ten thousands losse's no right of blood On Poverty VVHat art thou poverty thou so much art fled Christ spous'd thee living us bequeath'd thee dead Ambition never tenters thee on racks No vulture gnaws thy heart plot thy brain cracks No emulous rival hast no hollow friend Dost in the place thou 'rt born securely end By healthful hunger sauc'd meats happy be No table made a snare by gluttonie By neighb'ring floods sav'st charges of excise Drink which the wise makes fools can make thee wise No Dropsies fear'st no Gout nor no Catarrh Palate with body nere Commences war Thy body and thy Conscience both are clear Hast nothing here to hope or ought to fear No man to cut this shrub down his axe whets Nor a self-wounding Conscience by regrets While others sport of winds hoist into th' deep Along the shore he doth securely keep The Ostridgs body hindereth her wings