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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01776	Poëms, by Henry Glapthorn	Glapthorne, Henry.	1639 (1639)	STC 11911; ESTC S103221	24,348	72

POËMS BY HENRY GLAPTHORN Sustineamque Comam metuentem frigora Myrtum Atque ita sollicito multus Amante legar LONDON Printed by Richard Bishop for Daniel Pakeman and are to be sold at his Shop at the Rain-bow neer the Inner Temple Gate 1639. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE IEROME Earle of PORTLAND My Lord DEdications from some Writers are meere Customes from others Complements but from mee neither my Muse being yet too young to be authorized by Custome to intrude upon a Patron this being the earliest flight of her ambition and my Reason too old to suffer mee to be guilty of Complement to one so furnished with all Reality and VVorth as is your Lordship My motive Sir to this audacious errour is only the pretence of my respective dutie and for that cause will I hope merit an indulgent pardon VVhat you shall here find set down were the Maiden-Studies of a Muse which aspires to no other Fame than your allowance nor can my selfe atchieve a greater quiet to my soule nor ayme a higher glorie than to see my selfe by your free acceptance of this triviall Sacrifice rank'd amongst The humblest honourers of your Name and Family HENRY GLAPTHORNE Vpon the Duke of York his Birth-night at Richmond To the PRINCE and the rest of his MAIESTIES Children BLessings surround this Presence To begin Our votes to You without a praier were sin 'Gainst our religious loyalty could our care And zeal transform our very souls to praier 'T were a just tribute due to You who are The best of Princes each of You a Starre That gilds our Brittish Orb with rayes more bright Than was in Paradise the worlds first light Hark! whence this suddain harmony the Spheares Strive to divulge their duties there appeares A generall joy in Heav'n this night has hurld In stead of darknesse gladnesse ore the world Has calm'd the sea on which the Tritons play And Syrens sing for joy not to betray But why this triumph 'T was because this night Sweet Prince Your Birth did beautifie the light Adjudge a second Columne to sustaine The glorious building of your Fathers raigne To be our second Hope the cause that we Doe pay our vowes to this Solemnitie In wishes which a Mother might befit Or a full Lover in his zeal of wit May all Your lives be one continued Youth Attended on by health mirth beautie truth May You live free from dangers nay from fears And grow in graces as You do in years Shoot up like infant-Cedars straight and even Till Your brave Heads aspire to neighbour Heaven While wee with a most humble flame inspir'd Live to behold Your worth and to admire't Entertainment to the Prince Elector at Mr. Osbalston's PRotect me my best Stars A suddain fear Seises my faculties there 's something here Surely includes divinely now I see A power inferiour scarce to Majestie Claimes my Prerogative which since to You To Whom he place is consecrate by vow I do resigne with freedome blest Delight For this shall change her Tempe and invite The jocund Graces hither to erect Their Pallace here Mirth being th' Architect Favonian winds shall with as mild a breath As is expir'd by spotlesse babes in death Here one continued summer still display Making this seem a new Arabia But whence assume I this Prophetick rage Rapt with whose sacred furie I presage This happy Omen 'T is your smiles inspire Gracious and Noble with Aetheriall fire My frosty soule so as Promethian heat Gave the cold clay warmth masculine and great Thus for my selfe The places Genius now For your Inviter who by me does vow His heart your humble Sacrifice since Heaven Accepts a graine of Incense that is given With a true zeale better than pounds of Gumms Or Alters smoking with fat Hecatombs From fain'd Devotion He does hope Your eyes Will dart a beame to fire his Sacrifice Whose quickning lustre like the Sun may bring Upon the place and him a constant Spring To Lucinda upon the first sight of her Beautie ENcountring her I thought the morning Star Had left the Nabatbeans till on her My wondring eyes with a more perfect sight Gazing beheld that Venus was but bright Shee glorious To venture to compare Her cheeks to Lillies Sun-beams to her hair Were to allow her mortall far from me Be so much sin gainst beauties Deitie Tell the wild Indian that with prostrate brest Adores the Sun-rise in the gorgeous East His labour 's lost 't is needlesse any more To fish for Pearle or Diamond on their shore Nor Pearls nor Diamonds Rubies or the rest Of Metaphors by which are oft exprest Our common beauties nere can hope to be Grac'd by being us'd as an Hyperbolie In her delineation 'T was the light Of her br●●●t eyes depriv'd mine of the sight They once enjoy'd those fools who sought to make A Star of ●●●●nices haire might take Hers for a Planet fix it and ne're fear To dazzle Phoebus lustre in the sphear Lucinda describ'd THere 's not an eye that views Lucinda's face But wondring at the perfect grace That does within that modell rest Esteems her most transcendently above The power of Fancie Art or Love Truly to be exprest To say each golden tresse that does adorne Her glorious Forehead might bee worne By Iuno or by beauties Queene Were to prophane her sacred threds for they Could not such precious Locks display On the Idalian Greene. They are then gorgeous ornaments and bee The upper branches of that tree Which easily does men intice Beleeving it the tree of life to say That they have found a ready way To th' long lost Paradice Her Iv'rie Forehead curious Nature hath Created for the milkie path By which the covetous gazers seek To find a passage by her tempting eyes Without their soules intire surprize To th' Apples in her cheek Those suns of brightnesse which so farre out-shine Humanitie that their divine Lustre perswades us 't is no sin To think each as a Seraphin does stand To guard that blest forbidden Land And the faire fruit within Of which her lips like swelling Grapes appeare The sweetest children of the yeare In Natures crimson liv'rie drest And by her balmie breath to ripenesse brought They smile then blush as if they sought Strait softly to be prest Then as two full Pomegranates lower growes Her breasts such wonders sure as those Will force nice mis-beliefe to know That miracles as yet unceas'd remaine Since there doth flourish in each veine Violets on stalks of Snow But these though true descriptions are so farr Beneath her worth I have a Warr Within my pensive soule to see So many wondrous rare Perfections dwell In one yet find no Parallell In spacious Poetrie To Lucinda departing OH stay Lucinda and let flie A thousand loves from thy bright eye By which inspir'd I will expresse Thy beauties my faire Shepheardesse Thy Cheek loves Tempe where does grow Warme Roses in soft beds of Snow This wonder Dearest is to tell The world th'

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