Horror Slaughter with Confusion meets And in their sable Arms imbrace the Fleets Through yielding Planks the angry Bullets flie And of one wound hundreds together die Born under different stars one Fate they have The Ship their Coffin and the Sea their Grave Bold were the Men which on the Ocean first Spread their new Sails when shipwrack was the worst More danger now from Man alone we find Than from the Rocks the Billows or the Wind They that had sail'd from near th' Antarâ—ick Pole Their Treasure safe and all their Vessels whole In sight of their dear Countrey ruin'd be Without the guilt of either Rock or Sea What they would spare our siercer Art destroys Surpassing storms in terror and in noise Oâ—ce Iove from Ida did both Hosts survey And when he pleas'd to thunder part the fray Here Heaven in vain that kind retreat shou'd sound The louder Cannon had the Thunder drown'd Some we made prize while others burnt and rent With their rich Lading to the bottom went Down sinks at once so Fortune with â—s sports The Pay of Armies and the Pride of Courts Vain man whose Rage buries as low that store As Avarice had dig'd for it before What Earth in her dark bowels could not keep From greedy hands lies safer in the deep Where Thetis kindly does from Mortals hide Those seeds of Luxury Debate and Pride And now into her Lap the richest prize Fell with the noblest of our Enemies The Marquis glad to see the fire destroy Wealth that prevailing Foes were to enjoy Out from his flaming Ship his Children sent To perish in a milder Element Then laid him by his burning Ladies side And since he could not save her with her dy'd Spices and â—ums about them melting fry And Phoenix-like in that rich Nest they die Alive in flames of equal Love they burn'd And now together are to ashes turn'd Ashes more worth than all their funeral cost Than the huge Treasure which was with them lost These dying Lovers and their floating Sons Suspend the Fight and silence all our Guns Beauty and Youth about to perish finds Such Noble pity in brave English minds That the rich Spoil forgot their Valors prize All labour now to save their Enemies How Frail our Passionsâ— how soon changed are Our wrath and fury to a friendly Care They that but now for Honour and for Plate Made the Sea blush with bloud resign their hate And their young Foes endeav'ring to retrive With greater hazard than they fought they dive Epitaph to be written under the Latine Inscription upon the Tomb of the Onely Son of the Lord Andover 'T Is fit the English Reader should be told In our own Language what this Tomb do's hold 'T is not a Noble Corps alone do's lie Under this Stone but a whole Family His Parents pious Care their Name their Joy And all their Hope lies burâ—ed with this Boy This lovely Youth for whom we all made moan That knew his worth as he had been our own Had there been space and â—ears enough allow'd His Courage Wit and Breeding to have show'd We had not found in all the numerous Rowl Of his fam'd Anoestors a greater Soul His early Vertues to that ancient Stock Give as much Honour as from thence he took Like Buds appearing e're the Frosts are past To become Man he made such fatal haste And to perfection labor'd so to climb Preventing slow Experience and Time That 't is no wonder Death our hopes beguil'd He 's seldom Old that will not be a Child To the Queen upon Her Majesties Birth-day after Her Happy Recovery from a Dangerous Sickness FArewel the Year which threatned so The fairest Light the world can show Welcome the New whose every day Restoring what was snatch'd away By pining sickness from the Fair That matchless Beauty does repair So fast that the approaching Spring Which do's to Flowâ—y Meadows bring What the rude Winter from them 〈◊〉 Shall give her all she had 〈◊〉 But we recover not so fast The sense of such a danger past We that esteem'd you sent from Heav'n A pattern to this Island giv'n To shew us what the Blesâ—'d do there And what alive they practis'd here When that which we Immoâ—â—al thought We saw so near Destruction brought Felt all which you did then endure And tremble yet as not secure So though the Sun victorious be And from a dark Eclipse set free Th' Influence which we fondly fear Afflicts our Thoughts the following Year But that which may â—elieve our Care Is that You have a Help so near For all the Evils you can prove The Kindness of Your Royal Love He that was never known to Mourn So many Kingdoms from him Torn â—is Tears reserv'd for You more dear More priz'd than all those Kingdoms were For when no hâ—aling Art prevail'd When Cordials and Elixars â—aild On your pale Cheek he dropt the show'r Reviv'd you like a Dying Flow'r Nunc itaque versus caetera ludiera pono Quid verum atque decens curo rogo omnis in hoc sunt Instructions to a PAINTER For the Drawing of the Posture and Progress of His Majesties Forces at Sea under the Command of His Highness-Royal Together with the Battel and Victory obtain'd over the DUTCH Iune 3. 1665. FIrst draw the Sea that portion which between The greater world and this of ours is seen Here place the British there the Holland Fleet Vast floating Armies both prepar'd to meet Draw the whole world expecting who sho◠〈◊〉 â—fter this Combat o're the conquer'd Main Make Heav'n concern'd and an unusual Star Declare th'Importance of th' approaching Warâ— Make the Seaâ— shine with Gallantry and all The English Youth flock to their Admiral The valiant Duke whose early Deeds abâ—oad Such Rage in Fight and Art in conduct show'd His bright Sword now a dearer Int'rest draws Hiâ— Brothers Glory â—nd His Countries Cause Let thy bold Pencil Hope and Courage spread Through the whole Navâ— by that Heroâ— led Make all appear where such a Prince is by Resolv'd to Conquer or resolv'd to Die With His Extraction and His Glorious mind Make the proud Sails swell more than with the 〈◊〉 eventing Cannon make His louder Fame 〈◊〉 the Batanians and their Fury tame 〈◊〉 Wolves though greedy of their Prey 〈◊〉 When they find a Lion in their way 〈◊〉 him bestride the Ocean and Mankind 〈◊〉 His Consent to use the Sea and Wind â—hile his tall ships in the barr'd Channel stand 〈◊〉 grasps the Indies in His armed Hand Paint an East-wind and make it blow away 〈◊〉 excuse of Holland for their Navies stay â—ake them look pale and the bold Prince to shuâ—â— Through the cold North and Rocky Regions run â—o find the Coast where Morning first appears â—y the dark Pole the wary Belgian steers Confessing now He dreads the English more â—han all the dangers of a frozen Shore â—hile from our Arms security to find â—hey flie so far they leave
boon Yet how deserved I to make So ill a change who ever won Immortal praise for what I wrought Instructed by her Noble thought I that expressed her commands To mighty Lords and Princely Dames Always most welcome to their hands Proud that I would record their names Must now be taught an humble stile Some meaner Beauty to beguile So I the wronged Pen to please Make it my humble thanks express Unto your Ladyship in these And now 't is forced to confess That your great self did nere indite Nor that to one more Noble write On a Brede of divers Colours woven by four Ladies TWice Twenty slender Virgin fingers twine This curious Web where all their fancies shine As Nature Them so They this shade have wrought Soft as their hands and various as their thought Not Iuno's Bird when his fair train dispread He wooes the Female to his painted bed No not the bow which so adorns the Skies So Glorious is or boasts so many dies To my Lord of Northumberland upon the death of his Lady TO this great loss a Sea of Tears is due But the whole debt not to be paid by you Charge not your self with all nor render vain Those show'rs the eyes of us your servants rain Shall grief contract the largeness of that heart In which nor fear nor anger has a part Virtue would blush if time should boast which dries Her sole child dead the tender Mothers eyes Your minds relief where reason triumphs so Over all passions that they ne'r could grow Beyond their limits in your Noble breast To harm another or impeach your rest This we observ'd delighting to obey One who did never from his great self stray Whose mild example seemed to engage Th' obsequious Seas and teach them not to rage The brave Emilius his great charge laid down The force of Rome and fate of Macedon In his lost sons did feel the cruel stroke Of changing fortune and thus highly spoke Before Romes people we did oft implore That if the Heav'ns had any bad in store For your Emilius they would pour that ill On his own house and let you flourish â—till You on the barren Seas my Lord have spent Whole Springs and Summers to the publick lent Suspended all the pleasures of your life And shortned the short joy of such a wife For which your Countrey 's more obliged then For many lives of old less-happy men You that have sacrific'd so great a part Of Youth and private bliss ought to impart Your sorrow too and give your friends a right As well in your Affliction as Delight Then with Emilian courage bear this cross Since publick persons only publick loss Ought to affect and though her form and youth Her application to your Will and Truth That Noble Sweetness and that humble State All snatch'd away by such a hasty fate Might give excuse to any common Breast With the huge weight of so just grief opprest Yet let no portion of your life be stain'd With passion but your character maintain'd To the last Act it is enough her Stone May honoured be with Superscription Of the sole Lady who had power to move The Great Northumberland to grieve and love To my Lord Admiral of his late Sickness and Recovery WIth joy like ours the Thracian youth invades Orpheus returning from th' Elizian shades Embrace the Hero and his stay emplore Make it their publick suit he would no more Desert them so and for his Spouses sake His vanisht Love tempt the Lethean Lake The Ladies too the brightest of that time Ambitious all his lofty bed to clime Their doubtful hopes with expectation feed Who shall the fair Euridice succeed Euridice for whom his num'rous moan Makes listning Trees and salvage Mountains groan Through all the Air his sounding strings dilate Sorrow like that which touch'd our hearts of lateâ— Your piing sickness and your restless pain At once the Land affecting and the Main When the glad news that you were Admiral Scarce through the Nation spread 't was fear'd by all That our Great Charles whose wisdom shines in you Would be perplexed how to chuse a new So more than private was the joy and grief That at the worst it gave our souls relief That in our age such sense of virtue liv'd They joy'd so justly and so justly griev'd Nature her fairest lights eclipsed seems Her self to suffer in those sharp extremes While not from thine alone thy blood retires But from those cheeks which all the world admires The stemm thus threatned and the sap in thee Droop all the branches of that noble Tree Their Beauty they and we our Loves suspend Nought can our wishes save thy health intend As Lillies overcharg'd with Rain they bend Their beauteous heads with high Heaven contend Fold thee within their snowy Army and cry He is too faultless and too young to die So like immortals round about thee they Siâ— that they fright approaching death away Who would not languish by so fair a train To be lamented and restor'd again Or thus with-held what hasty soul would go Though to be blest o're her Adonis so Fair Venus mourn'd and with the precious showr Of her warm tears cherisht the springing Flow'r The next support fair hope of your great name And second pillar of that Noble frame By loss of thee would no advantage have But step by step pursues thee to the grave And now relentless fate about to end The line which back ward does so far extend That antick stock which still the world supplies With bravest Spirits and with brightest Eyes Kind Phoebus interposing bid me say Such storms no more shall shake that house but they Like Neptune and his Sea-born Neece shall be The shining Glories of the Land and Sea With Courage guard and Beauty warm our age And Lovers fill with like Poetick rage Ala Malade AH lovely Amoret the care Of all that know what 's good or fair Is Heaven become our Rival too Had the rich gifts conferr'd on you So ample thence the common end Of giving Lovers to pretend Hence to this pining sickness meant To weary thee to a consent Of leaving us no power is given Thy Beauties to impair for Heaven Sollicites thee with such a care As Roses from their stalks we tear When we would still preserve them new And fresh as on the bush they grew With such a Grace you entertain And look with such contempt on pain That languishing you conquer more And wound us deeper than before So lightnings which in storms appear Scorch more than when the Skies are clear And as pale sickness does invade Your frailer part the breaches made In that fair Lodging still more clear Make the bright guest your soul appear So Nymphs o're pathless Mountains born Their light Robes by the Brambles torn From their fair Limbs exposing new And unknown Beauties to the view Of following gods increase their flame And haste to catch the flying Game Of the
Want nor wanton Wealth But what proportion'd is to Life and Health For not the Dead but Living sing thy Praise Exalt thy Kingdom and thy Glory raise Favete Linguis Virginibus Puerisque Canto Horat. Of the last Verses in the Book WHen we for Age could neither read nor write The Subject made us able to indite The Soul with Nobler Resolutions deckt The Body stooping does Herself erect No Mortal Parts are requisite to raise Her that Unbody'd can her Maker praise The Seas are quiet when the Winds give o're So calm are we when Passions are no more For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting Things so certain to be lost Clouds of Affection from our younger Eyes Conceal that emptiness which Age descries The Soul 's dark Cottage batter'd and decay'd Let 's in new Light thrô chinks that time has made Stronger by weakness wiser Men become As they draw near to their Eternal home Leaving the Old both Worlds at once they view That stand upon the Threshold of the New Miratur Limen Olympi Virgil. FINIS THE TABLE TO the King on His Navy Pag. 1 Of the Dangâ—r His Majesty being Prince esâ—aped in the road at Saint Anderes 3 Of His Majesties * receiuing the Neâ—s of the Dukâ— of Buckingham's death 13 To thâ— Queen occasioned upon sight of Her Majesties picture 15 Vpon his Majesties repairing of Pauls 19 The Country to my Lady of Carlisse 23 The Countess of Carlisle iâ— Mourning 24 In answer to one who writ against a fair Lady 27 On my Lady Dorothy Sidneys Picture 29 To Vandike 30 Of the Lady who can sleep when she pleases 33 Of the misreport of her being painted 34 Of her passing through a crowd of People 36 The story of Phoebus and Daphne applied 37 Fabula Phoebi Daphnis 38 Of Mrs. Arden 39 To Amorett 40 On the Head of a Stag. 44 To a Lady in a Garden 45 The Misers Speech in a Mask 46 On the friendship betwixt two Ladies 48 Of her Chamber 49 Of loving at first sight 51 The self banished 52 SONG 53 Thirsis Galatea 55 The Battel of the Summer Islands in three Canto's 58 SONG 71 Of Love 72 To Phillis 75 To Phillis 76 SONG 78 SONG 79 To Amorett 80 To my Lord of Falkland 81 For drinking of Healths 83 On my Lady Isabella playing on the Lute 84 To a Lady singing of a Song of his Composing 85 Of the Marriage of the Dwarfs 86 Loves Farewel 8â— From a Child 89 On a Girdle 90 The Apology of Sleep For not approaching the Lady who can do anything but sleep when she pleaseth 91 At Pens-hurst 93 Another 96 To my Lord of Leicester 98 To a very young Lady 100 SONG 101 SONG 103 On the discovery of a Ladies Painting 104 To a Lady from whom he received a Silver Pen. 106 On a Brede of divers colours woven by four Ladies 107 To my Lord of Northumberland upon the Death of his Lady 108 To my Lord Admiral of his late Sickness and Recovery 111 〈◊〉 Malade 114 Of the Queen 116 Vpon the Death of my Lady Rich. 120 To the Queen-Mother of France upon her Landing 125 To the mutable Fair. 127 Of Salley 131 Puerperium 133 Of a Lady who writ in praise of Mira. 135 â—o one married to an old man Ibid. To Flavia a Song 136 â—he Fall 137 Of Silvia 138 The Budd 139 Vpon Ben. Johnson 141 To Mr. George Sands on his Translation of some parts of the Bible 143 Chloris and Hilas made to a Saraban 144 Vnder a Ladies Picture 145 In answer of Sir John Suckling's Verses 146 To a Friend of the different success of their Loves 150 An Apology for having loved before 152 To Zelenda 154 On Mr. John Fletcher's Plays 156 To Chloris 158 On St. Jame's Park as lately improv'd by his Majesty Ibid. To Sir William Davenant upon his two first Books of Gondibert written in France 166 To my worthy Friend the Translator of Gratius 169 To the King upon his Majesties happy Return 171 To my Lady Morton on New-years-day 1650. at the Louvre in Paris 178 Of a fair Lady playing with a Snake 1â—1 To his worthy Friend Mr. E'velyn upon his Translation of Lucretius 182 Part of the fourth Book of Virgil Translated 185 Vpon a War with Spain and a Fight at Sea 193 Epitaph to be written under the Latine inscription upon the Tomb of the only Son of the Lord Andover 199 To the Queen upon her Majesties Birth-day after Her happy recovery from a dangerous sickness 200 Instructions to a Painter for the drawing of the Posture and Progress of His Majesties Forces at Sea under the Command of his Highness-Royal Together with the Battel and Victory obtained over the Duch June 3. 1665. 203 To the King 222 To a Friend of the Authors a Person of Honour who lately writ a Religious Book Entituled Historical Applications and occasional Meditations upon several Subjects 224 To Mr. Henry Laws who had then newly set a Song of mine in the year 1635. 225 Vpon Her Majesties new Buildings at Somerset-House 227 On the picture of afair Youth taken after he was dead 230 Epigram upon the Golden Medal 231 Of a Tree cut in Paper 232 To a Lady from whom be received the foregoing Copy which for many Years had been lost 233 The Night-piece or a Picture drawn in the dark 234 Of English Verse 236 Soâ—g by Mrs. Knight to Her Majesty on Her Birth-day 238 To his 〈◊〉 by Friend Sir Thomas Higgons upon his Tranâ—â—tion of his Venetian Triumph 240 Epitaph 241 Of Her Royal Highness Mother to the Prince of Orange and of â—er Portrâ—ictt written by the late Dutchess of York white she lived with her â—44 To the Dutchess of Orleans when she was taking leave of the Cours at Dover 245 Written on a Cord that Her Majesty tore at Ombra 246 To â—he Dutchess when he presented this Book to Her Royal Highness 247 Verse writ in the Tasso of her Royal Highness 248 Vpon our late loss of the Duke of Cambridge 249 Translated out of Spanish 250 Of the Lady Mary c. Ibid. To the Servant of a fair Lady 253 Vpon the Earl of Roscommon's Translation of Horace de Arte Poetica And of the use of Poetry 255 Epitaph on Sir George Speke 258 Of Her Majesty on New-years-day 1683. 261 A Presage of the Ruine of the Turkish Empire presented to His Majesty on His Birth-day 262 Of Divine Love 267 Of Divine Poesie 287 FINIS Supposed to be the Lord Berkley of Bethley