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A19481
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Poetical blossomes by A.C.
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Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.; Vaughan, Robert, engraver.
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STC 5906; ESTC S108970
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might pleasure you But if beyond those limits you demand I must not answer Sir nor vnderstand Beleeue me vertuous maiden my desire Is chast and pious as thy Virgin thought No flash of lust t' is no dishonest fire Which goes as soone as it is quickly brought But as thy beauty pure which let not bee Eclipsed by disdaine or cruelty Oh! how shall I reply quoth she thou 'ast won My soule and therefore take thy victory Thy eyes and speaches haue my heart o'recome And if I should deny thee loue then I My selfe should feele his torment for that fire Which is kept close doth burne with greatest ire Yet doe not count my yeelding lightnesse in me Impute it rather to my ardent loue Thy pleasing carriage long agoe did win me And pleading beauty did my liking moue Thy eyes which draw like loadstones with their might The hardest hearts won mine to leaue me quite Oh! I am rapt aboue the reach said hee Of thought my soule already feeles the blisse Of heauen when sweete my thoughts once tax but thee With any crime may I lose all happinesse Is wisht for both your fauour here and dead May the iust Gods power vengance on my head Whilst he was speaking this behold theyr fate CONSTANTIA'S father entred in the roome When glad PHILETVS ignorant of his state Kisses her cheekes more red then the setting Sun Or else the morne blushing through clouds of water To see ascending Sol congratulate her Iust as the guilty prisoner fearefull stands Reading his fatall Theta in the browes Of him who both his life and death commands Ere from his mouth he the sad sentence knowes Such was his state to see her father come Nor wisht for nor expected to the roome The inrag'd old man bids him no more to dare Such bold intrudance in that house nor be At any tyme with his lou'd daughter there Till he had giuen him such authoritie But to depart since she her loue did shew him Was liuing death with lingring torments to him This being knowne to kinde PHILOCRATES He cheares his friend bidding him banish feare And by some letter his grieu'd minde appease And shew her that which to her freindly eare Tyme gaue no leaue to tell and thus his quill Declares to her her absent louers will THE LETTER PHILETVS to CONSTANTIA I Trust deare Soule my absence cannot move You to forget or doubt my ardent love For were there any meanes to see you I Would runne through Death and all the miserie Fate could inflict that so the world might say In Life and Death I lov'd CONSTANTIA Then let not dearest Sweet our absence sever Our loves let them ioyn'd closely still together Give warmth to one another till there rise From all our labours and our industries The long expected fruits have patience Sweet There 's no man whom the Summer pleasures greet Before he tast the Winter none can say Ere night was gone hee saw the rising Day So when wee once have wasted Sorrowes night The sunne of Comfort then shall give vs light PHILETVS This when CONSTANTIA read shee thought her state Most happie by PHILETVS Constancie And perfect Love she thankes her flattering Fate And never missing CVPID 'cause that hee Had pierc't his heart and thus shee writes agen Vnfeyn'd affection guiding of her Pen. CONSTANTIA to PHILETVS YOur absence Sir though it be long yet I Neither forget or doubt your Constancie Nor need you feare that I should yeeld vnto Another what to your true Love is due My heart is yours it is not in my claime Nor have I power to give 't away againe There 's nought but Death can part our soules no time Or angry Friends shall make my Love decline But for the harvest of our hopes I 'le stay Vnlesse Death cut it ere 't be ripe away CONSTANTIA Oh! how this Letter did exalt his pride More proud was hee of this then PHAETON When PHOEBVS flaming Chariot he did guide Before he knew the danger was to come Or else then IASON when from Colchos hee Returned with the Fleeces victorie But ere the Autumne which faire CERES crown'd Had payd the swetting Plowmans greediest prayer And by the Fall disrob'd the gawdy ground Of all her Summer ornaments they were By kind PHILOCRATES together brought Where they this meanes to ' nioy theyr freedome wrought Sweet Mistresse sayd PHILETVS since the time Propitious to our votes now gives vs leave To enioy our loves let vs not deare resigne His long'd for favour nor our selves bereave Of opportunity left it flye agen Further then Love hath wings to follow him For when your Father as his custome is For pleasure doth pursue the timerous Hare If you 'l resort but thither I 'le not misse To be in those Woods ready for you where Wee may depart in safety and no more With Dreames of pleasure onely heale our sore This both the Lovers soone agreed vpon But ere they parted hee desires that shee Would blesse this greedy hearing with a Song From her harmonious voyce shee doth agree To his request and doth this Ditty sing Whose ravishing Notes new fires to 's old doth bring THE SONG TIme flye with greater speed away Adde feathers to thy wings Till thy hast in flying brings That wisht for and expected Day Comforts sunne wee then shall see Though at first it dark'ned bee With dangers yet those Clouds being gon Our Day will put his lustre on Then though Deaths sad night doe come And wee in silence sleepe ' Lasting Day agen will greete Our ravisht Soules and then there 's none Can part vs more no Death nor Friends Being dead their power o're vs ends Thus there 's nothing can dissever Hearts which Love have ioyned together Feare of being seene PHILETVS homeward droue But ere they part she willingly doth giue As faithfull pledges of her constant loue Many a kisse and then each other leaue In greife though rapt with ioy that they haue found A way to heale the torment of their wound But ere the Sun through many dayes had run CONSTANTIA'S charming beauty had o'recome GVISCARDO'S heart and 's scorn'd affection won Her eyes that conquered all they shone vpon Shot through his glutton eyes such hot desire As nothing but her loue could quench the fire In roofes which Gold and Parian stone adorne Proud as their Landlords minde he did abound In fields so fertile for theyr yearely corne As might contend with scorcht Calabria's ground But in his soule where should be the best store Of surest riches he was base and poore Him was CONSTANTIA vrg'd continually By her freinds to loue sometimes they did intreate With gentle speeches and milde courtesie Which when they see despis'd by her they threat But loue too deepe was seated in her heart To be worne out with thought of any smart Her father shortly went vnto the wood To hunt his friend GVISCARDO being there With others who by freindship and by bloud Vnto CONSTANTIA'S aged father
sufferings His sadnesse cannot from PHILOCRATES Be hid who seekes all meanes his griefe to know Seeing all mirth PHILETVS doth displease And Passion still pursues his conquered Foe Hee therefore of his griefe did oft enquire But Love with covering wings had hid the fire But when his noble Friend perceived that hee Yeelds to vsurping Passion more and more Desirous to partake his mallady Hee watches him in hope to cure his sore By counsaile and recall the poysonous Dart When it alas was fixed in his heart When in the Woods places best fit for care Hee to himselfe did his past griefes recite Th' obsequious friend straight followes him and there Doth hide himselfe from sad PHILETVS sight Who thus exclaimes for a swolne hart would breake If it for vent of sorrow might not speake Oh! I am lost not in this desert Wood But in loues pathlesse Laborinth there I My health each ioy and pleasure counted good Haue lost and which is more my liberty And now am forc't to let him sacrifice My heart for rash beleeving of my eyes Long haue I stayed but yet haue no reliefe Long haue I lov'd yet haue no favour showne Because shee knowes not of my killing griefe And I have fear'd to make my sorrowes knowne For why alas if shee should once but dart At me disdaine 't would kill my subiect hart But how should shee ere I impart my Love Reward my ardent flame with like desire But when I speake if shee should angry prove Laugh at my flowing teares and scorne my fire Why hee who hath all sorrowes borne before Needeth not feare to be opprest with more PHILOCRATES no longer can forbeare But running to his lov'd Friend Oh sayd hee My deare PHILETVS be thy selfe and sweare To rule that Passion which now masters Thee And all thy faculties but if 't may not be Give to thy Love but eyes that it may see Amazement strikes him dumbe what shall he doe Should hee reveale his Love he feares 't would prove A hinderance which should hee deny to show It might perhaps his deare friends anger move These doubts like SCYLLA and CARIEDIS stand Whil'st CVPID a blind Pilot doth command At last resolv'd how shall I seeke sayd hee To excuse my selfe dearest PHILOCRATES That I from thee have hid this secrecie Yet censure not give me first leave to ease My case with words my griefe you should have known Ere this if that my heart had bin my owne I am all Love my heart was burnt with fire From two bright Sunnes which doe all light disclose First kindling in my brest the flame Desire But like the rare Arabian Bird there rose From my hearts ashes never quenched Love Which now this torment in my soule doth move Oh! let not then my Passion cause your hate Nor let my choise offend you or detayne Your ancient Friendship 't is alas too late To call my firme affection backe againe No Physicke can recure my weak'ned state The wound is growne too great too desperate But Counsell sayd his Friend a remedy Which never fayles the Patient may at least If not quite heale your mindes infirmity Asswage your torment and procure some rest But there is no Physitian can apply A medicine ere he know the Malady Then heare me sayd PHILETVS but why Stay I will not toyle thee with my history For to remember Sorrowes past away Is to renue an old Calamity Hee who acquainteth others with his moane Addes to his friends griefe but not cures his owne But sayd PHILOCRATES 't is best in woe To have a faithfull partner of their care That burthen may be vndergone by two Which is perhaps too great for one to beare I should mistrust your love to hide from me Your thoughts and taxe you of Inconstancie What shall hee doe Or with what language frame Excuse He must resolue not to deny But open his close thoughts and inward flame With that as prologue to his Tragedy He sight as if they 'd coole his torments ire When they alas did blow the raging fire When yeares first styl'd me Twenty I began To sport with the catching snares that Loue had set Like Birds that flutter 'bout the gyn till tane Or the poore Fly caught in Arachnes net Euen so I sported with her Beautyes light Till I at last grew blind with too much sight First it came stealing on me whilst I thought T' was easy to expulse it but as fire Though but a sparke soone into flames is brought So mine grew great and quickly mounted higher Which so haue scorcht my loue struck soule that I Still liue in torment though each minute dye Who is it sayd PHILOCRATES can moue With charming eyes such deepe affection I may perhaps assist you in your loue Two can effect more then your selfe alone My councell this thy error may reclayme Or my salt teares quench thy annoying flame Nay sayd PHILETVS oft my eyes doe flow Like Egypt couering Nilus nor yet can Asswage my heate which still doth greater grow As if my teares did but augment my flame Like to the waters of th' Dodonean spring That lights a torch the which is put therein But being you desire to know her she Is call'd with that his eyes let fall a shower As if they faine would drowne the memory Of his life keepers name CONSTANTIA more Griefe would not let him vtter Teares the best Expressers of true sorrow spoke the rest To which his noble friend did thus reply And was this all What ere your griefe would ease Though a farre greater taske beleeu 't for thee It should be soone done by PHILOCRATES Thinke all you wish perform'd but see the day Tyr'd with i'ts heate is hasting now away Home from the silent Woods night bids them goe But sad PHILETVS can no comfort find What in the day he feares of future woe At night in dreames like truth afright his mind Why doest thou vex him loue Had'st eyes I say Thou wouldst thy selfe haue lou'd CONSTANTIA PHILOCRATES pittying his dolefull mone And wounded with the Sorrowes of his friend Brings him to fayre CONSTANTIA where alone He might impart his love and eyther end His fruitlesse hopes cropt by her coy disdaine Or By her liking his wish't Ioyes attaine Fairest quoth he whom the bright Heavens doe cover Doe not these teares these speaking teares despise And dolorous sighes of a submissive Lover Thus strucke to the earth by your all dazeling Eyes And doe not you contemne that ardent flame Which from your selfe Your owne faire Beauty came Trust me I long have hid my love but now Am forc't to shew 't such is my inward smart And you alone sweet faire the meanes doe know To heale the wound of my consuming heart Then since it onely in your power doth lie To kill or save Oh helpe or else I die His gently cruell Love did thus reply I for your paine am grieved and would doe Without impeachment to my Chastity And honour any thing