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A posie for lovers, or, The terrestrial Venus unmaskt in four poems.
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T. R. (Thomas Rogers), 1660-1694.
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1694
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Wing R1840; ESTC R11976
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Circumference Fame I prais'd Ah! those soft Hours I can't forget Your Form and Meen but above all your Wit When I was most displeas'd I was most true To every Object blind and deaf but you When e'er I wak't or laid me down in Bed Horatio's Lovely Image by me play'd When I alone did walk you close did stand Methought I felt you snatch and kiss my Hand And then such kind and pretty things you said Would from a Death-Bed raise a drooping Maid Thus for a while my soft and yeilding Breast Was with transporting Images possest My Virgin Fears with warm Affection strove Till at last blushing I confest my Love But Oh! With what a sudden furious Joy You did your Lips and innocent Arms employ You melting spake then panting stood amaz'd And without breach of Honour clasp't and gaz'd You softly press't me and sweet Kisses join'd Our very Souls did meet and were entwin'd You vow'd by all the Witnesses above Nothing should e'er allay so pure a Love In your kind loving Arms you held me fast And said we ne'er should part while Life did last That nothing but the unkind Destinies Should e'er divide our Arms our Lips and Eyes Nothing but Death should tear us from our Joys But Ah! how dim and like a Winter Sun In a few Years is your Lucinda grown How chang'd from her whose charming Grace and Mien You once so much admir'd and thought Divine No Lustre streams from her forgotten Face No sweet Endearments flow from her Embrace No Leonora now has all the Charms And cold Lucinda's banisht from your Arms She 's the new dazling Object you adore And pale Lucinda's Right must be no more Now Sighs alone employ my fainting Breath I no Companions have but Care and Death In a dark Cell I pensive sit and moan Since you and all the Bribes of Life are gone Or if I walk to th' Melancholly Groves The former Scenes of our once envi'd Loves Methink the Birds like silent Mourners gaze Or with sad Notes falute me as I pass Nothing from you arrives to ease my Grief Not one kind Letter comes to my relief The kindest Words cannot your Heart encline Sure ther 's no Balm for any Wound like mine Just Heav'n What have I merited or done To be thus sentenc't to be left alone Chast I have been as e're Penelope Or any Grecian Dame was fam'd to be Or as Lavina was before she went To the wanton Baths with innocent intent If e're I have prophan'd our Nuptial Bed With one Adulterous glance if e'er I did Cherish one Wish obscene or Thought untrue Since the first time I mingled Arms with you May Midnight Wolves tear out my bleeding Heart May I dye piecemeal or feell all the smart Grim Tyrants e'er design'd may I live on To a long dreadful space yet lov'd by none Then die a branded unlamented Slave Hiss't through the World and spurn'd into my Grave Why will you then ingulph your self in ill Why should you thus a Heart-sick Woman kill How can you thus with bleeding Honour rove And wildly Revel in unlawful Love Where this sad Change will end I can't foretell But my poor Soul divines it can't be well Since no Successful Fate or Peaceful End The Dissolute Hero's Life did e'er attend Though for a while grown obstinate in Sin He may out-face the Monitor within Yet at the length dark and ill-boding Fears Haunt and torment him wheresoe'er he steers Remembrance of past Crimes his Soul does fright By Day and Hag-ride all his Dreams by Night And how shall he Heav'ns mighty Vengeance stem Who cannot bear its Image in a Dream Each Wind or Eccho his sick Fancy wounds And makes his Spirits shoot beyond all bounds The noise of Thunder makes him start and rave Seems a shrill Ghost to call him to his Grave And all the Charms of Musick Friends and Wine Cannot allay the storm he feels within In his own Breast are plac't in open View Tribunal Witness Judge and Sentence too And thus though late he will confess with shame What 't is to violate the Nuptial Flame What 't is to wrong a spotless Womans Fame Pardon this Passion of a Heart that bleeds Pardon this freedom which from Love proceeds My Soul already hastens to relent Forgive me and I 'll teach thee to repent I 'll ne're accuse thee more No first I 'll lay The blame on Fate or any thing but thee But sure the Injuries to me are giv'n Are big enough to shake a Saint in Heav'n O my vast wrongs Pity ye Pow'rs above My injur'd Faith and my neglected Love Help my poor tott'ring Bark Conduct me o'er For pale Lucinda shortly is no more To th' Golden Strand and Everlasting Shore Farewell my much abus'd and much Lov'd Lord Ah! that I live to speak the dreadful Word The Blessings of this Life wait on you still When I am lodg'd in Dust or some cold Cell I like a plunder'd Traveller stript and bare Expos'd to horrid Damps and blasting Air Lie unregarded here without Relief Feel nought but want and nothing tast but grief The Doleful Tale of Wretched Niobe Was sure some Dream or Prophesie of me For I with Midnight fears am almost grown As stiff as cold and sensless as a Stone Ah that kind Heav'n wou'd in soft sounds impart And bear my Sorrows to your yielding heart Or that I might but in your presence die And there begin my Immortality With willing Arms I 'd hang upon your Knees Breath out my Soul in a dear Rapturous Kiss But sure the World will think my Wrongs but small When one kind parting Kifs attones for all Once more Dear Object of my Soul farewell To thee who did'st To thee who dos't excell Once more I bid adieu Yet sure e'er long ev'n while time forwards rowls Before the general Rendezvouze of Souls We shall again Embrace again Appear All Love and with a Form more bright and clear Like Dying Martyrs Kind and like an Angel Fair. TO AN Old Gamesome Madam Who Twittingly Ask't the AUTHOUR When he Design'd To Settle in the World MAdam I must not from my Reason fly With the Dull World's Opinions to comply Nor can I think a Woman's Excellence Consists in Noyse fine Dress and want of Sense The Answer 's near at hand when I can tame Those Rising Passions which divide my Frame And stem the Sallies of undue desire Then shall I to true Settlement Aspire For Settlement supposes Calm and Ease Ev'n Heav'n consists in Temper not in place Angels are settled while abroad they fly And with swift Wings cut the soft yielding Sky And tho' coarse Vulgar Souls may count it strange They rest at their Bright Home when wide they range But he 's ne'er settled that feels bosom pains Tho' ty'd at home by Matrimonial Chains Nor can that Mortal a fix'd State e're find That wears a Restless and Aspiring Mind Else Men in Bedlam may be said to have A Settled Blest
Condition while they Rave Happy 's that Man whose Soul is not confin'd To Time or Place who owns a free-born mind Who Blest with Friends and Intellectual Peace Is Nobly Active and yet lives at Ease That Loves but do's not Fear a Lady's Eye Feels the sweet Wound but bravely scorns to dye While Lab'rers rest and Guardian Angels wake Of Nature's VVorks he can a Prospect take And while he treads the quiet thoughtful round Eternity alone his thoughts can bound VVhile others idle sit at home abroad He can be Entertain'd and well Employ'd Unmov'd be'll be ev'n while he seems to roam And where he meets his Friend he is at home But Madam can you talk of Settlement Whom neither God nor Man could e'er content Of Wealth you 've had of Husbands too good Store Thousands o th' one and of the other four And yet you daily pray and pine for more Glutted with Humane kind again you crave Nor can you settled be 'till lodg'd in Grave Your gloting Eyes more wantonness reflect Than any high-fed Concubine can act Your wrigling Soul by working frets its way Thro' Flesh and Blood and doe's it self betray Your restless Thoughts from Man to Man still rowl A B essed Symptome of a Settled Soul When dreadful Fourscore Years are past and gone When breath grows short and the last hour draws on 'T is wondrous pretty in Love's Toils t' Engage And to be Marri'd in a good Old Age Wedlock which Youth Adorns in you's a Sin Yet you will on as if you did design By your Stale wither'd Matrimonial Face To bring the Dear Lov'd Thing into Disgrace For shame Old Chronicle no longer rove In the wild Mystick Maze of Lawless Love Hence and that Venerable Limber lay In some dark Vault unknown to Light and Day There sigh the short Remains of Life away There Mourn confess tell o're the num'rous Scroll Ransack each secret Corner of your Soul Shake turn it outward rub out ev'ry stain Let your Repentance be o th' Nobler strain And when your Funeral Pomp and Rites are paid O'er Tomb let your Effigies be display'd And do some good at least when you are dead Your Looks perhaps may to Devotion call Like Picture of Old Time upon a Wall FINIS Books Printed for and Sold by Thomas Speed at the Three Crowns near the Royal Exchange in Cornhill 1694. THE Loyal and Impartial Satyrist Containing Eight Miscellany Poems Price 6 d. Thirty Six Sermons viz. 10 Ad Aulam 6 A Clerum 6 Ad Magistratum 8 Ad Populum With a large Preface By the Right Reverend Father in God Robert Sanderson late Lord Bishop of Lincoln The Eighth Edition corrected and amended Whereunto is now added the Life of the Reverend and Learned Author Written by Isaac Walton Folio Price 15 s. A Sermon at the Funeral of the Reverend Mr. Thomas Grey late Vicar of Dedham in Essex preach'd in the Parish-Church of Dedham Feb. 2. 1691. With a short Account of his Life By Joseph Powell A.M. Rector of St. Mary on the Wall in Colchester Price 6 d. An Anatomy of Atheisme A Poem by a Person of Quality Price Six pence Conversation in Heaven Being Devotions consisting of Meditations and Prayers on several considerable Subjects in Practical Divinity Written for the Raising the Decay'd Spirit of Piety By Lawrence Smith LL. D. Fellow of St. John's Colledge in Oxford 12 mo Price Two Shillings Lusus Amatotius Sive Musaei Poema de Herone Leandro E Graec à in Latinam Linguam Tranllatum Cui Aliae tres scilicet accedunt Nugae Poeticae Authore C. B. è Coll. Di Jo. Bapt. Soc. 4 o Price 6 d. Tachygraphy The most Exact and Compendious Method of Short and Swift Writing that hath ever yet been published by any Composed by Thomas Shelton Author and Professor of the said Art Approved by both the Universities 8 o. Price 4 s. Zeiglographia Or a New Art of Short-Writing never before published more Easie Exact Short and Speedy than any heretofore Invented and Composed by Thomas Shelton Author and Teacher of the said Art Allowed by Authority 8 o. Price one Shilling