another of an inferiour Beauty and Parts in confidence that the first would re-accept him ANd can thy proud Apostate eyes Court her again with hope t' entice One gentle language or a smile Upon a Renegade so vile Thing call'd a Lord forbear 't is fit Ambition leave thee like thy wit Send for an Exorcist from Rome And let him with full orders come To dispossesse thy wanton sence Of this grand divel Impudence Can she in whom shines every grace Loves wide fancy can embrace Forget her nobler soul to be Upon thy pride retriv'd by thee She hath let fall too many beams Thus heaven upon corrupted streams Hath dropp'd transparent dew which shewes The Spring is cleer whence crystal flowes Enjoy thy madnes or what 's worse Thy new made Mistris 't is a curse To be in hell but thine is more Whose eyes have witnest heaven before Th' Hesperian apples thou maist see Hereafter but ne'er climb the tree For rather then thou gather fruit The Plant will wither at the root Dote still upon the Dragon she Is fierce and form'd enough for thee And if thy owne ill can dispence Kisse there and suck more poyson thence A Lover that durst not speak to his M. I Can no longer hold my body growes Too narrow for my soul sick with repose My passions call to be abroad and where Should I discharge their weight but in her ear From whose fair eyes the burning arrow came And made my heart the Trophie to her flame I dare not How Cupid is blind we know I never heard that he was dumb till now Love and not tell my Mistris How crept in That subtle shaft Is it to love a sin Is 't ill to feed a longing in my blood And was 't no fault in her to be so good I must not then be silent yet forbear Convey thy passion rather in some tear Or let a sigh expresse how much thy blisse Depends on her or breathe it in a kisse And mingle souls loud accents call the eyes Of envie and but waken jealousies Then silence be my language which if she But understand and speak again to me We shall secure our Fate and prove at least The miracles of love are not quite ceast Bar frowns from our discourse and ev'ry where A smile may be his owne Interpreter Thus we may read in spite of standers by Whole volumes in the twinckling of an eye To one that said his Mistris was old TEll me not Time hath plaid the Thief Upon her beauty my belief Might have been mock'd and I had been An Heretick if I had not seen My Mistris is still fair to me And now I all those graces see That did adorn her Virgin brow Her eye hath the same flame in 't now To kill or save the Chymists fire Equally burns so my desire Not any Rose-bud lesse within Her cheek the same snow on her chin Her voice that heavenly musick bears First charm'd my soul and in my eares Did leave it trembling her lips are The self same lovely Twinnes they were After so many yeers I misse No Flower in all my Paradise Time I despise thy rage and thee Theeves do not alwaies thrive I see Vpon his M. Dancing I Stood and saw my Mistris dance Silent and with so fixt an eye Some might suppose me in a trance But being asked why By one that knew I was in love I could not but impart My wonder to behold her move So nimbly with a marble heart Vpon his Mistris sad MElancholy hence and get Some peece of earth to be thy seat Here the Ayre and nimble fire Would shoot up to meet desire Sullen humor leave her blood Mixe not with the purer Flood But let pleasures swelling here Make a Spring-tide all the yeer Love a thousand sweets distilling And with pleasure bosomes filling Charm all eyes that none may find us Be above before behind us And while we thy raptures taste Compel time it self to stay Or by forelock hold him fast Least occasion slip away A Gentleman in Love with two Ladies IF Love his arrowes shoot so fast Soon his feather'd stock will waste But I mistake in thinking so Loves arrowes in his quiver grow And it appears too true in me Cupid wants no Artillery Two shafts feed upon my brest Make it a mark for all the rest Kill me with love thou angry Sun Of Citherea or let one But one sharp golden Arrow flie To wound that heart for whom I die Cupid if thou bee'st a child Be no god or be more mild Melancholy converted WElcom welcom again to thy wits This is a Holy-day Wee 'l have no plots nor melancholy fits But merrily passe the time away They are mad that are sad Be rul'd by me And never were two so merry as we The kitchin shall catch cold nâ— more Wee 'l have no key to the buttry dore The Fidlers shall sing The house shall ring And the World shall see What a merry merry couple we will be To a Mistris in whose Letter some Tears were dropt THink not my dearest Mistris that I can Forget my vows to thee and be a man Love is for more then life that 's but a span Those drops which on thy Letter did appear At once both stain'd and made thy paper clear I would have read thy eyes and not thy tear Yet I le not chide thee for it it may be To make me rich thou sentst those pearls to me Alas I must be poor in wanting thee Had I a thought about me did not lay Thee up a treasure to my love I de say Thy tears were sorrow for my sin and pray But knowing my selfe thine how e're thou do An act to grieve my love and thy owne too My self I le flatter by not thinking so Examine thy own soul and if thou find Faith there it was but coppyed from my mind Which may be wounded never be unkind So farewel my Odelia be thou just For when I die I 'le love thee in my dust And when I fail thee most secure thy trust Presenting his Mistris with a Bird WAlking to taste the welcom Spring The Birds which cheerful notes did sing On their green Perches 'mong the rest One whose sweet warble pleas'd me best I tempted to the snare and caught To you I send it to be taught 'T is young and apt to learn and neer A voice so full of art and cleer As yours it cannot choose but rise Quickly a Bird of Paradise Vpon Scarlet and blush coloured Ribbands given by two Ladies LEt other servants boast a snowy glove Or glory in their Mistris hair Or think they straight immortal prove If they once obtain to wear A Ring enamell'd by her finger blest Wherein the Rainbow is exprest In whose circle Cupid dwelling Doth offer a sweet Poesie to their smelling Not all the orient beauties that embrace Fair Venus neck nay grant that she Daigne to disfurnish her own face And bestow her Mole on me Not
Thief Her hair a net of beams would prove Strong enough to imprison Jove Drest in his Eagles shape her brow Is a spacious field of snow Her eyes so rich so pure a gray Every look creates a day And if they close themselves not when The Sun doth set 't is night agen In her cheecks are to be seen Of flowers both the King and Queen Thither by all the Graces led And smiling in their nuptial bed On whom like pretty Nymphs do wait Her twin-born lips whose Virgin state They do deplore themselves nor misse To blush so often as they kisse Without a Man Beside the rest You shall know this fellon best By her tongue for when your ear Once a harmonie shall hear So ravishing you do not know Whether you be in heaven or no That that is she O straight surprize And bring her unto Loves Assize But lose no time for fear that she Ruine all mankind like me Fate and Philosophy controul And leave the world without a soul Goodnight BId me no more goodnight because 'T is dark must I away Love doth acknowledge no such Lawes And Love 't is I obey Which blind doth all your light despise And hath no need of eyes When day is fled Besides the Sun which you Complain is gone 't is true Is gone to bed Oh let us do so too WOuld you know what 's soft I dare Remit you to the Down or Ayre The Stars we all acknowledge bright The Snow too is exceeding white To please your sent 't will not be hard To present you bruised Nard And would you heavenly musick hear I 'le call the Orbes to take your ear If old Pythagoras sing true But Ambrosia heavenly dew Divinely must affect your taste And Nectar is your drink at last But would you have all these delights in one Know but the fair Odelia and 't is done A Fayring A Fayring if you ask I will next day Bestow upon you the new puppet play The children made in wax I dare not try For I confesse the modells at your eye Will melt themselves away and then you know The man will be undone and lose his show What monsters would you see I le bring a man Has been in France or Italy that can Play his deformities with all the fair Wee 'l for the Cloysters where the pictures are The King and Queens the Princes all the babies The paper Lords and all the painted Ladies The men of ginger-bread what art can do You shall see Canibals will eat them too Wee 'l to the horse that dances and 't is said Tells money and which Virgin is a maid This beast must be an understanding creature For he will snort you by instinct of nature If you but name the Pope there 's somthing in 't That a wall eye should read Geneva print These are but half the knacks wee 'l see and buy If you will walk into the Fayr with me But you are angry Mistris troth I meant A jest in answer of your merriment For sure you cannot mean with hope to gain That gift from me is worth your entertain For whatsoever is not I must be Trifles and empty things bestow'd on thee And you may thank your beauty for 't I am So poor I have not left my self a name Or substance not translated thine before He that bestow'd his heart can give no more If thou wilt have a Fayring from me then Give my self back I le give it thee agen To L. for a wreath of Bayes sent SOul of my Muse what active unknown fire Already doth thy Delphick wreath inspire O' th sudden how my faculties swell high And I am all a powerful Prophesie Sleep ye dull Caesars Rome will boast in vain Your glorious Tryumphs One is in my brain Great as all yours and circled with thy Bayes My thoughts take Empire o're all land and seas Proof against all the Planets and the stroke Of Thunder I rise up Augustus Oake Within my guard of Laurel and made free From age look fresh still as my Daphnean Tree My Fancie's narrow yet till I create For thee another world and in a state As free as Innocence shame all Poets wit To climb no higher then Elizium yet Where the pale lovers meet and teach the groves To sigh and sing vain legends of their loves We will have other flights and raste such things Are onely fit for Sainted Queens and Kings Musaeus Homer and ye sacred rest Long since beleev'd in your own ashes blest Awake and live again and having wrote Our story wish your other songs forgot And your selves too but our high Subject must In spite of death and time new soul your dust What cannot I command what can a thought Be now ambitious of but shall be brought By vertue of my charme I will undo The yeer and at my pleasure make one new All Spring whose blooming Paradise but when I list shall with one frown wither agen Astrologers leave searching the vast skies Teach them all fate Odelia from thine eyes All that was earth resolves my spirit 's free I have nothing left now but my Soul and Thee To the Painter preparing to draw M. M. H. BE not too forward Painter 't is More for thy fame and art to misse All other faces then come neer The Lady that expecteth here Be wise and think it lesse disgrace To draw an Angel then her face For in such formes who is so wise To tell thee where thy error lies But since all beauty that is known Is in her Virgin sweetnes One How can it be that painting her But every look should make thee erre But thou art resolute I see Yet let my fancy walk with thee Compose a ground more dark and sad Then that the early Chaos had And shew to the whole Sexes shame Beauty was darknes till she came Then paint her eyes whose active light Shall make the former shadows bright And with their every beam supply New day to draw her picture by Now if thou wilt compleat the face A wonder paint in every place Beneath these for her fair necks sake White as the Paphian Turtles make A pillar whose smooth base doth show It self lost in a mount of snow Her brest the house of chast desire Cold but increasing others fire But how I lose instructing thee Thy pencil and my Poetry For when thou hast exprest all art As high as truth in every part She can resemble at the best One in her beauties silence drest Where thou like a dull looker on Art lost and all thy art undone For if she speak new wonders rise From her teeth chin lip and eyes So far above that excellent Did take thee first thou wo't repent To have begun and lose i' th' end Thy eyes with wonder how to mend At such a losse here 's all thy choice Leave off or paint her with a voice To a L. who had courted a Lady of much perfection and after offered his Service to
misse no stars here I did spy Two gliding by 2. Did not thy trembling sence mistake the shine Which from the flaming marriage Pine Shot like divine 1. No no oh no within his stock of light Hymen was never half so bright 2. Behold the Nuptial Train Come smiling back again Hymen hold up thy Torch 1. Now now I see The Virgin Bride fair Willoughby From whose fair eyes This day did rise 2. Whilst her chast blushing strowes Fresh Roses on the morning as she goes 1. What Musick have they 2. None But what 's the Bridegroomes owne See where he follows to supply All that a well tun'd ear Can wish to hear Being himself a walking Harmony Chorus HEaven on this Payr drop all the joyes Of Love Health Fortune Pleasure Boyes A Mother hearing her child was sick of the Small-Poxe WHat hath my pretty child misdone That heaven so soon As if it did repent The sweetnes it had lent Making so many graves mistook the place And buryed all her beauty in her face But it foresaw if she remain'd Fresh and unstain'd So blooming in each part She might take every heart Charme all the Muses to forget their verse Or name no beauty in their song but hers But this is still my sorrow child With which turn'd wild I send my tears to seek And bathe thy withered cheek Which could my kisses reach with warm supplies I would leave thee no spots or me no eyes Epithalamium To his Noble Friend Mr. I. W. ADorn the Altar many come to day To sacrifice But first upon 't let me presume to lay My grain of Spice 'T is all I have though others bring Rich gifts mine is the offering Live one in heart so long till time forget You have been two Upon your bosomes Joyes more frequent sit Then Pearls of dew On the green check of earth but may No Sun kisse one of these away Plenty your Tables chast desires still meet To crown your beds And may the Bridegroom the first night beget New Maidenheads I could say more but Verse is tyed Wild Joyes in Prose are best supply'd A Catch COme let us throw the dice who shall drink Mine is ⚅ ⚅ and his ⚅ ⚄ ⚅ and ⚃ is a cast ⚅ and ⚂ not too fast Come aloft ⚄ ⚂ ⚅ ⚀ fair Play ⚃ ⚠is your throw sir ⚃ ⚀ they run low sir ⚠⚠we see ⚠⚀ is but three Oh where is the Wine come fill up his glasse For here is the man that has thrown ⚀ ⚀ On a black Ribband THough Love and Honour take a pride to dresse Their servants in these silken liveries But choose the colours alwaies gay and bright Excluding black as the dark child of night Which constant to its own complexion knows Not how to blush nor one Indulgence owes Either to Beauty or the gift of Kings This Jealousie and that vexation brings Give me the black embracement on my arme Which like a potent Amulet or Charme Shall countermand all Magick and defie The smiles of love and snares of Majesty Of this I 'le be more proud then when the fair Odelia once gave me her wreath of hair Wherin her fingers taught by love had wrought A Net to catch and hold each subtle thought This mourning bracelet is to me above All Ribbands which the Robinhoods of love Are trickt withall who but present at Court Which are the Race-nags for the Ladies sport Give me that sable Ornament that may Vye honour with the Nova Scotia Or Crimson Bath and still reserv'd to'th' King My reverence who is the soul and spring Of English Honour for the Garters sake I should not mourn although the blue were black And 't is within his brest when Charles will please To create one of black to outshine these For what bold Antiquaries will deny Of Colours Sable the first Heraldry All Orders have their growth and this when sent To me had somthing that was glorious meant From One whose blood writes noble but his mind And souls extraction leave that stream behind And this who knowes in calmer time may thrive And grow into a Name if Arts survive Till when to this black Arme-let it shall be My Honour to be call'd a Votary To Gent. that broke their promise of a meeting made when they drank Claret THere is no Faith in Claret and it shall Henceforth with me be held Apocryphal I le trust a small-beer promise nay a Troth Wash'd in the Thames before a french wine oath That Grape they say is binding yes 't is so And it has made your souls thus costive too Circe transform'd the Greeks no hard designe For some can do as much with Claret wine Upon themselves witnes you two allow'd Once honest now turn'd Ayre and A-la-mode Begin no health in this or if by chance The Kings 't will question your allegiance And men will after all your rufling say You drink as some do fight in the French way Engage and trouble many when 't is known You spread their interest to wave your owne Away with this false Christian it shall be An excommunicate from mirth and me Give me the Catholique diviner flame To light me to the fair Odelias Name 'T is Sack that justifies both man and verse Whilst you in Lethe-Claret still converse Forget your owne names next and when you look With hope to find be lost in the Church-book Vpon a Gentlewoman that died of a Fever DEath time and sicknes had been many a day Conspiring this sweet Virgin to betray At last impatient vow'd e're the next Sun To finish what their malice had begun Sicknes went slowly on but time apace Death lag'd behind by night all reacht the place But when resolv'd of a surprize they came They found her guarded by a holy flame Her waking Fever kept this did affright The theeves who are still fearful of the light Time stayes without but sicknes by the sin Of bribing a false servant was let in Death follow'd the advantage and did creep Into her chamber where though in her sleep Sicknes faint-hearted could not stop her breath But she soon found the Icie hand of death Her grone awak'd some friends and the maid kild With sighes and clamors all the ayre was fill'd Fearing a swift pursuite Time ran away Sicknes no longer had the heart to stay Death with his prey soon hid him under ground Not since by any living creature found Vpon the death of G. M. I Lov'd him and I lost him too then why Should others weep their farewel and not I If souls know more by being body free He 'l know from all the rest these drops from me Then flow apace I see where store of rain Is met and swoln it self into a Main Go lose your selves in that it cannot be In vain to add some water to the Sea Since heaven whose glorious Constellations are So many hath yet took another Star If any think my grief has but a face Of mourning and my tears a
should'st force me into rage No I will laugh thee into age Strike wrinkles on thy brow and not Discompose my pleasant thought Till thou thy Witches face despise And grow angry with their eyes Thus wretched thou shalt wish to die But late obtain it and when I Have jâ—erd thee into dead and rotten I le throw thee into quite forgotten Cupid ungodded WHy how now Cupid grown so wild So great a Tyrant and a Child What wert thou but an empty shade Until our superstition made Thee first a God Blind young to be A soft and harmeles Deitie Our Fancy gave thee that rich pair Of Wings to wanton in the ayre Thy gaudy Quiver and thy Bow And golden shafts we did bestow But for no other exercise Then to kill Bees or Butterflies But since thou hast employ'd thy darts Onely to wound thy Makers hearts And that thy wings serve but to flie From Lovers when they bleeding die Thy Blindnesse us'd but to invite Our pitty till we lose our sight Thy weaknes not through want of yeers But from the Surfet of our Tears Stoop to the Justice of thy fate We can unmake that did create And first give back ingrateful Thing To us that made thy glorious wing Those painted feathers thou shalt find Contemnd and tost by every wind Till wandring in some night they are The mark of a prodigious star And blasted these the world shall name The spotted wings of evil fame Next give thy arrows back which we Did mean for Love not Cruelty That rich enamell'd bow is mine Come that gay quiver too resigne And shining Belt These will I burne And keep their ashes in some urne Till open'd on that solemn day When men to souls sad requiems pay Lovers shall curse and sigh and make A new Letany for thy sake But thou art still alive and be To murder were to pitie thee Know wretch thou shalt not die before I see thee begging at some dore And taken for a Vagrant stript Then by a furious Beadle whipt No more with Roses but with Thorn To all the world thus made a scorn I le give thee Eyes before we part To see thy shame and breake thy heart Fye on Love NOw fye on foolish love it not befits Or man or woman know it Love was not meant for People in their wits And they that fondly shew it Betray the straw and feathers in their braine And shall have Bedlem for their paine If single Love be such a curse To marry is to make it ten times worse To a Beautiful Lady A Way with handsome faces let me see Hereafter nothing but deformity Ill-favour'd Ladies may have souls and those In a capacity to be sav'd who knows All that are fair are false and if you find A middle essence here of woman-kind Party par pale they are and curst to be Halting betwixt mishape and perjury Madam put on your mask your eyes have lost Their charm your beauty be at your owne cost I am ashore go muster up the Train Of Mermaids I am deaf to every strain And will so voice their story to wise men They shall not spawn upon the Land agen Farewel fond love for ever but to be Safe in my soul I could want charity Dialogue 1. I Prethee tell me what prodigious fate Hath discomplexion'd thee of late 2. Love that doth change all minds and men Hath thus transformed me and when Thou seest her heavenly face 1. Describe her then â— Her Hairs are Cupids nets which when she spreads She catches hearts and maidenheads Her Forehead the white Alpes doth show Or rather 't is a shrine of snow To which with fear approaching Pilgrims bow Her Eye-browes are loves bowes from which her eyes Do never shoot but some man dies Her cheeks like two fair gardens rise With the choise flowers of Paradise Her lips disclose where Musicks Temple is Her Tongue I call Loves Lightning but the Throne Of Graces is her Neck alone Or Poets may inspired say There the wanton Doves do play When Venus means to make it Holyday 1. No more for shame how hath thy fancy straid What a Chimera hast thou made To dote upon what would I give Old Michael Angelo to revive Make Titian Vandike or bold Ruben live But suppose one of them or all their Art Should paint this darling of thy heart A net a rock a shrine of snow A Church a garden and a bow Is 't not a pretty face compounded so Or if a Pencil and their hand should make A flame of Lightning who will take This for a tongue Or if men see A Throne Doves billing two or three Who will commend this for a neck but thee Collect thy scatter'd sence poor man be wise Love but first give thy reason eyes Thy fancie bears all like a flood Reduce them to their flesh and blood And Women then are hardly understood A Postscript to the Reader I Had no intention upon the birth of these Poems to let them proceed to the Publik view forbearing in my owne modesty to interpose my Fancies when I see the World so plentifully furnished But when I observed most of these Copies corrupted in their transcripts and the rest fleeting from me which were by some indiscreet Collector not acquainted with distributive Justice mingled with other mens some Eminent conceptions in Print I thought my self concern'd to use some vindication and reduce them to my owne without any pride or designe of deriving opinion from their worth but to shew my charity that other innocent men should not answer for my vanities If thou beest Curteous Reader there are some errors of the Presse scattered which thy Clemency will not lay to my charge Other things I remit to thy judgement If thou beest modest I repent not to have exposed them and my self to thy censure J. S
this nor those are half so rich so fair As these two silken Ribbands are Favours Juno might have given The Graces on her wedding day in heaven Mysterious Colours carrying more then show For you expresse in your rich dye Rare vertues which the givers owe Constant love and modesty To which when I prove false my blood be curst To satisfie the injur'd first Shame be next reward and then I forfeit Blush and Scarlet back agen To his Mistris upon the Bayes withered FAir Cruel see the Bayes which thou Didst send to crown my verse How well with Cypresse and sad Ewe Would it become my herse 'T is thy unkindnes that doth kill The leaves which fade like me Yet on the wreath but cast a smile 'T will seem another Tree Such shine will quicken what is dead Then send it me agen Which shall have vertue on my head To make the wearer green Thus in a frost I 'le meet a flame And Phoebus Priest am made And Thee I growing fresh will name My Nymph my light my shade Strephon Daphne S. COme my Daphne come away We do waste the Crystal day 'T is Strephon calls Da. What would my love S. Come follow to the Mirtle grove Where Venus shall prepare New chaplets for thy hair D. Were I shut up within a tree I de rend my bark to follow thee S My shepherdesse make haste The minutes slide too fast D. In those cooler shades will I Blind as Cupid kisse thine eye S. In thy perfumed bosome then I le stray In such warm snow who would not lose his way Chor. WEe 'l laugh and leave this world behind And gods themselves that see Shall envie thee and me But never find Such joyes when they embrace a Deity Taking leave when his Mistris was to ride HOw is it my ungentle fate When Love commanded me to wait Upon my Saint by break of day I brought a heart but carried none away When we joyn'd ceremonious breath And lips that took a leave like death With a sad parting thought opprest Did it leave mine to glide into her brest Or was it when like Pallas she Was mounted and I gaz'd to see My heart then looking through mine eye Did after her out at that window flie 'T was so and cause I did not ride My heart would Lackey by her side Or some more careful Angel be To see my Mistris safe convey'd for me Nay then attend thy charge nor fear Storms in the way and if a tear By chance at looking back on thee Bedew her eye drink that a health to me But smile at night and be her guest At once her musick and her feast And if at any mention made Of me she sigh say all thy travell 's paid But when shee 's gently laid to rest Oh listen softly to her brest And thou shalt hear her soul but see Thou wake her not for she may dream of me But what 's all this when I am here If fancie bid thee welcom there Heart this last dutie I implore Or bring her back or see thy Cell no more Love for Enjoying FAir Lady what 's your face to me I was not onely made to see Every silent stander by May thus enjoy as much as I. That blooming nature on your cheek Is still inviting me to seek For unknown wealth within the ground Are all the Royal mettals found Leave me to search I have a thread Through all the Labyrinth shall lead And through every winding veine Conduct me to the golden Mine Which once enjoy'd will give me power To make new Indies every houre Look on those Jewells that abound Upon your dresse that Diamond No flame no lustre could impart Should not the Lapidaries Art Contribute here and there a star And just such things ye women are Who do not in rude Quarries shine But meeting us y' are made divine Come let us mixe our selves and prove That action is the soul of Love Why do we coward-gazing stand Like Armies in the Netherland Contracting fear at eithers sight Till we both grow too weak to fight Let 's charge for shame and chuse you whether One shall fall or both together This is Loves war who ever dies If the surviver be but wise He may reduce the spirit fled For t'other kisse will cure the dead Vpon the Princes Birth FAir fall the Muses that in well-chim'd verse Our Princes happy birth do sing I have a heart as full of joy as their's As full of duty to my King And thus I tell How every bell Did ring forth Englands merry glee The Bonefires too With much adoe It were great pity to belye her Made all the City seem one fire A joyful sight to see The graver Citizens were foxt that day With beer and joy most soundly paid The Constables in duty reeld away And charged others them to aid To see how soon Both Sun and Moon And the seven Stars forgotten be But when 't was night Their heads were light To which they did exalt their horn Because a Prince of Wales was born A joyful c. The Dutch-men having drunk so much before Could not so well expresse their joy The French condemn'd not to be sober more Drank healths unto the Royal Boy In their own wine Neat brisk and fine The valiant Irish Cram-a-Cree It pledged hath In Vsquebagh And being in this jovial vein They made a bogg even of their brain A joyful c. The Welsh for joy her Cosin Prince was born Was mean to change S. Tavie's day Swearing no leeks was be hereafter worn But on the twenty nine of May None so merry Drinking Perry And Metheglin on their knee Was every man A Trojan than Thus arm'd the Tivel her defie And dare tell Beelzebub her lie A joyful c. The Scots in bonny ale their joy did sing And wish'd the Royal Babe a man That they might beg him but to be their King And let him rule'em when he can The Spanjard made A shrugg and said After my pipe come follow me Canary Sack Did go to wrack Some Marchants went to Malago Some drown'd in good old Charnico A joyful c. And now let all good Subjects prayers ascend That heaven with milk would swel their brest That nurse the babe may Angels still attend To rock him gently to his rest Let his glory Raise a story Worthy an immortal pen So Charles God blesse Our Queen no lesse And in conclusion of my Song I wish that man without a tongue That will not say Amen To his honoured friend Tho. Stanley Esquire upon his elegant Poems A Palsie shakes my pen while I intend A votive to thy Muse since to commend With my best skill will be as short of thee As thou above all future poesie Thou early miracle of Wit and Art That hath prodigiously so got the start Of Ages in thy study Time must be Old once agen in overtaking thee I know not where I am when I peruse Thy learned loves how
willingly I lose My self in every grove and wish to be Might it contribute to thy wreath a Tree Carew whose numerous language did before Steer every genial soul must be no more The Oracle of Love and might he come But from his own to thy Elizium He would repent his immortality Given by loose Idolaters and die A Tenant to these shades and by thy ray He need not blush to court his Celia Thy numbers carry height yet cleer and terse And innocent as becomes the soul of verse Poets from hence may add to their great name And learn to strike from Chastity a flame But I expect some murmuring Critick here Should say no Poems ever did appear Without some fault this I must grant a truth And Sir let me deal plainly with your youth Not error-proof yet somthing may admit A censure if you will secure your wit I know the onely way to bring 't about Accept my love and leave this coppy out To the E. of S. upon his recovery MY Lord the voice that did your sicknes tell Strook like a midnight chime or knell At every sound I took into my sence a wound Which had no cure till I did hear Your health agen Restor'd and then There was a balsame powr'd into mine ear It was my wonder first what could invade A temper was so even made Then fear stept in Lest nature should commit a sin By yeelding to resigne your breath Upon whose herse All tears and verse Would fall but not enough lament your death But hymnes are now requir'd 't is time to rise And pay the altar sacrifice My heart allowes No gummes nor amber but pure vowes There 's fire at breathing of your name And do not fear I have a tear Of joy to curb any immodest flame In you since honour is restor'd oh may Health in your noble bosome stay And with your blood Move in a Circle all that 's good And though Time sicken with his yeers And winter's come Let your Age bloome And look as fresh as when the Spring appears One that loved none but deformed Women WHat should my Mistris do with hair Her frizling curling I can spare But let her forehead be well plough'd And Hempe within the furrowes sow'd No dressing should conceal her ear Which I would have at length appear At which should hang with a device The wealthy pearls of both her eyes And such a Nose I would desire Should represent the Town a fire Cheeks black and swelling like the south No tongue nor mark within her mouth Oh give me such a face Such a grace No two should have sport Or in wedlock better agree The divel should into the bawdy Court If he durst but Cuckold me The Common-Wealth of Birds LEt other Poets write of dogs Some sing of fleas or fighting frogs Anothers Muse be catching fish And every Bird cook his owne dish The Common-wealth of Birds I bring To feast your eares then hear me sing A Buzzard is the Major o' th' Town And Gulls are Brethren of the Gown Some Widgens of the Peace and Quorum Commit all that are brought before um Cocks are the under-men of trade Within whose Hall a Law is made That every Spring each Citizen Shall march to bring the Cuckoe in Every Constable has a claw A head of Batt and brain of Daw And as wife as these you will Know the Watchmen by their bill Who take no wandring Owles by night But they convey them to the Kite Who keeps the Compter where together They laugh and drink and molt their feather If you come to Court there are A Robin Red-brest and a Stare Canary Birds do sigh not sing The Larks have quite forgot the Spring What should harmonious birds sing there When a Rook 's master of the Quire They that do practise Common-pleas With greatest art are Goldfinches And Crowes by Physick plump and thrive Men die that birds of prey may live If for the Church you look sad age You 'l find the Clergie in a Cage Faith and Religion declines When good wits are no more Divines For Lapwings every-where you 'l see Perch up and preach Divinitie Who sing though every soul be vext Here 't is when farthest from their Text But what most admiration moves The souldiers are all fighting Doves And no reward for Prose or Verse The Scholars are turn'd wood-peckers So fast the various birds intrude Art cannot name them To conclude Every wise-marris a VVren And black-Swans the honest men A wonder in the close I bring A Nightingale to these is King Who never sweet Bird goes to rest But has a Thorne upon his brest To the Excellent Pattern of Beauty and Vertue L. El. Co. of Or. Madam WEre you but onely great there are some men Whose heat is not the Muses nor their Pen Steer'd by chast truth could flatter you in prose Or glorious verse but I am none of those I never learn'd that trick of Court to wear Silk at the cost of flatt'ry or make dear My pride by painting a great Ladies face When she had don 't before and swear the grace Was Natures Anagram upon her Name And add to her no vertue my owne shame I could not make this Lord a god then try How to commit new Court idolatry And when he dies hang on his silent herse Wet Elegies and haunt his ghost in verse These some hold witty thriving garbs but I Choose to my losse a modest Poesie And place my Genius upon Subjects fit For imitation rather then bold wit And such are you who both in name and blood Born great have learn'd this lesson to be good Arm'd with this knowledge Madam I not fear To hold fair correspondence with the year And bring my gift hearty as you are fair A servants wish for all my wealth is prayer Which with the yeer thus enters May you be Still the same flowing goodnes that we see In your most noble Lord be happy still And heaven chain your hearts into one will Be rich in your two darlings of the Spring Which as it waits perfumes their blossoming The growing pledges of your love and blood And may that unborn blessing timely bud The chast and noble Treasure of your womb Your owne and th' Ages expectation come And when your daies and vertues have made even Die late belov'd of earth and change for heaven To the H. Lady D. C. at his departure MAdam whose first stile is good Great in vertue as in blood For my entertainment take This warm sacrifice I make In wishes which flow best which art Hath little traffick with the heart May every Sun that rises pay You pleasure long liv'd as the day And at night the silent streams Of pious thoughts fill up your dreams For him to whom your heart is tyed Keep it still Virgin and Bride That often as you go to bed You give and take a maiden-head Never sigh but when you pray May your Husband smile all day And when clouds