her MAJESTIES Picture WEll fare the hand which to our humble sight Presents that beauty which the dazling light Of Royall splendor hides from weaker eyes And all excesse save by this art denies Here only we have courage to behold This beam of glory here we dare unfold In numbers thus the wonders we conceive The gracious Image seeming to give leave Propitious stands vouchsafing to be seen And by our muse saluted Mighty Queen In whom th'extreams of power and beauty move The Queen of Brittain and the Queen of Love As the bright Sun to which we owe no sight Of equall glory to your beauties light Is wisely plac'd in so sublime a seat T' extend his light and moderate his heat So happy t is you move in such a sphere As your high Majesty with awfull fear In humane breasts might qualifie that fire Which kindled by those eyes had flamed higher Then when the scorched world like hazard run By the approach of the ill guided Sun No other Nimphs have title to mens hearts But as their meannesse larger hope imparts Your beauty more the fondest lover moves With admiration then his private loves With admiration for a pitch so high Save sacred Charles his never love durst flye Heaven that preferr'd a Scepter to your hand Favour'd our freedome more then your command Beauty had crown'd you and you must have bin The whole worlds mistris other then a Queen All had bin Rivals and you might have spar'd Or kill'd and tyranniz'd without a guard No power atchiev'd either by arms or birth Equalls loves empire both in heaven and earth Such eyes as yours on Iove himselfe have throwne As bright and fierce a lightning as his owne Witnesse our Iove prevented by their flame In his swift passage to the â—esperian dame When like a Lion finding in his way To some intended spoile a fairer prey The Royall youth pursuing the report Of beauty found it in the Gallique Court There publique care with private passion fought A doubtfull combate in his noble thought Should he confesse his greatnesse and his love And the free faith of your great brother prove With his Achates breaking through the cloud Of that disguise which did their graces shroud And mixing with those gallants at the ball Dance with the Ladies and outshine them all Or on his journey ore the mountaines ride So when the fair Leâ—cothee he espy'd To check his steeds impatient Phebus carn'd Though all the world was in his wars concern'd What may hereafter her meridian doe Whose dawning beauty warm'd his bosome so Not so divine a flame since deathlesse gods Forbore to visite the defil'd abodes Of men in any mortall breast did burne Nor shall till piety and they returene The Apology of sleep For not approaching the Lady who can do any thing but sleep when she pleaseth MY charge it is those breaches to repaire Which nature takes from sorrow toil and care Rest to the limbs and quiet I confer On troubled minds but nought can adde to her Whom heaven her transcendent thoughts have plac'd Above those ills which wretched mortals taste Bright as the deathlesse gods and happy she From all that may infringe delight is free Love at her Royall feâ—t his quiver layes And not his mother with more haste obeyes Such reall pleasures such true joyes suspence What dream can I present to recompence Should I with lightning fill her a wfull hands And make the clouds seem all at her commands Or place her in Olimpus top a guest Among th'mortalls who with Nectar feast That power would seem that entertainment short Of the true splendor of her present Court Where all the joyes and all the glories are Of three great Kingdomes sever'd from the care I that of sumes and humid vapours made Ascending doe the seat of senâ—e invade No cloud in so serene a mansion finde To over-cast her ever shining minde Which holds resemblance with those spotlesse skies Where flowing Nilus want of raine supplies That christal heaven where Phoebus never shrouds His golden beams nor wraps his face in clouds But what so hard which numbers cannot force So stoops the moon and rivers change their course The bold Moenian made me dare to steep Ioves dreadfull temples in the dew of sleep And since the Muses do invoke my power I shall no more decline that sacred bower Where Gloriana their great mistresse lyes But gently taming those victorious eyes Charme all her senses till the joy full Sun Without a rivall halâ—e his course has run Who while my hand that â—airer light confines May boast himself the brightest thing that shines The Country to my Lady of Carlile Madam OF all the sacred Muse inspir'd Orpheus alone could with the woods comply Their rude inhabitants his song admir'd And natures selfe in those that could lye Your beauty next our solitude invades And warms us shining through thickest shades Nor ought the tribute which the wondring Couâ—â— Paies your fair eies prevail with you oâ— scorne The answer and consent to the report Which eccho-like the Country doth return Mirrors are taught to flatter but our springs Present th' impartiall images of things A rurall judge dispos'd of beautics prize A simple shepherd was preferr'd to Iove Down to the mountains from the partial skies Came Iano Pallas and the Queen of Love To plead for that which was so justly given To the bright Carlile of the Court of Heaven Catlile a name which all our words are taught Loud as his Amarillis to resound Carlile a name which on the barke is wrought Of every tree that 's worthy of the wound From Phoebus rage our shadows and our streams May guard us better then from Carliles beams The Countesse of Carlile in mourning VVHen from black clouds no part of skie is clear But just so much as lets the Sun appear Heavens then would seem thy image and reslect Those sable vestments and that bright aspect A sparke of vertue by the deepest shade Of sad adversity is fairer made Nor lesse advantage doth thy beauty get A Venus rising from a sea of jet Such was the appearance of new formed light While yet it strugled with eternall night Then mourne no more lest thou admit encrease Of glory by the noble Lords deccase We finde not that the laughter loving dame Mourn'd for Anchises â— was enough she came To grace the mortall with her deathlesse bed And that his living eyes such beauty fed Had she bin there untimely joy through all Mens hearts diffus'd had mar'd the funerall Those eyes were made to banish griefe as well Bright Phoebus might affect in shades to dwell As they to put on sorrow nothing stands But power to grieve exempt from thy commands If thou lament thou must doe so alone Griese in thy presence can lay hold on none Yet still persiâ—t the memory to love Of that great Mercury of our mighty Iove Who by the power of his enchanting tongue Swords from the hands of threatning
power that gave The peace and glory which these alleys have Embroydred so with flowers where she stood That it became a garden of wood Her presence has such more then humane grace That it can civilize the rudest place And beauty too and order can impart Where nature nere intended it nor art The plants acknowledge this and her admire No lesse then those of old did Orpheus Lire If she sit downe with tops all toward her bow'd They round about her into arbours crowd Or if she walke in even ranks they stand Like some well marshall'd and obsequious band Amphion so made stones and timber leap Into fair figures from a confus'd heap And in the symetry of her parts is found A power like that of harmony in sound Yeâ— lofâ—y beeches tell this matchlesse dame That if together ye feâ—d all on one flame It could not equalize the hundred part Of what her eyes have kindled in my heart Goe boy and carve this passion on the barke Of yonder tree which stands the sacred marke Of noble Sidneys birth when such beninge Such more then mortall making stars did shine That there they cannot buâ— for ever prove The monument and pledge of humble love His humble love whose hope shall nere rise higher Then for a pardon that he dares admire To my Lord of Leiâ—â—ster NOt that thy trees at Pens-hurst grone Oppressed with their timely load And seem to make their silent moan That their great Lord is now abroad They to delight his taste or eye Would spend themselves in fruit and dye Not that thy harmlesse Deere repine And thinke themselves unjustly staine By any other hand then thine Whose arrows they would gladly staine No nor thy frienâ—s which hold too deare That peace with France which keeps thee there All these are lesse then that great cause Which none exacts your presence here Wherein there meet the divers laws Of publiqae and domestique care For one bright Nimph our youth contendâ— And on your prudent choice depends Not the bright shield of Thetis sun For which such steroe debate did rise That the great Ajax Telemon â—â—efus'd to live without the prize Those Achave Peers did more engage Then she the gallants of our age That beam of beauty which begun To warme us so when thou wert here Now scorches like the raging sun When Syriâ—s does first appeare O six this slame and let despaire Redeem the rest from endlesse careâ— To my young Lady Lucy Sidney VVHy came I so untimely forth Into a world which wanting thee Could entertaine us with no worth Or shadow of felicity That time should me so far remove From that which I was borne to love Yet fairest blossome doe not slight That age which you must know so soon The rosie morne resignes her light And milder glory to the moon And then what wonders shall you doe Whole dawning beauâ—y warmes us so Hope waits upon the slowry prime And summer though it be lestle gay Yet is not look't on as a time Of declination or decay For with a full hand that doth bring All that was promis'd by the spring Of the Lady who can sleep when she pleases NO wonder sleep from carefull lovers â—lyes To bathe himself in Sacharissa's eyes As faire Aftrea once from earth to heaven By strife and loud impiety was driven So with our plaints offended and our tears Wife Somnus to that Paradise repaires Waits on her will and wretches does forsake To court the nimph for whom those Wretches Wake More proud then Phoeâ—us of his throne of gold Is the soft god those softer lims to hold Nor would exchange with love to hide the skies In darkning clouds the power to close her eyes Eyes which so far all other lights controul They Warme our mortall parts but these our soule Let her free spirit whose unconquer'd breast Holds such deep quiet and untroubled rest Know that though Venus and her son should spare Her Rebell heart and never teach her care Yet Hymen may inforce her vigils keep And for anothers joy suspend her sleep Of the mis-repore of her being painted As when a sort of Wolves infelt the night With their wilde howlings at fair Cinthia's light The noyse may chase sweet slumber from our eyes But never reach the mistresse of the skies So with the news of Sacharissa's wrongs Her vexed servants blame those envious tonguâ—â— Call love to witnesse that no painted fire Can scorch men so or kindle such desire While unconcerned she seems mov'd no more With this new malice then our loves before But from the height of her great mind looks down On both our passions without smile or frown So little care of what is done below Hath the bright dame whom heaven affecteth so Paints her 't is true with the same hand which spreads Like glorious colours through the flowry mâ—ads When lavish nature with her best attire Clothes the gay spring the sâ—ason of desire Paints her 't is true does her cheek adorne With the same art wherewith she paints the morne With the same art wherewith she gildeth so Those painted clouds which forme Thaumantiasâ—ow Of her passing through a crowd of people AS in old Chaos Heaven with earth confus'd And stars with rocks together crush'd and bruis'â— The Sun his light no further could extend Then the next hill which on his shoulders lean'd So in this throng bright Sacharissa far'd Oppress'd by those who strove to be her guard As ships though never so obsequious fall Foule in a tempest on their Admirall A greater â—avour this disorder brought Unto her servants then their a wâ—â—ll thought Durst entertain when thus compell'd they prest The yeelding marble of her snowy brâ—ast While love insults disguised in a cloud And welcome force of the unruly crowd So th' amorous tree while yet the aire is calme Just distance keeps from his desired palme But when the winde her ravish't branches throws Into her armes and mingles all their bows Though loath he seems her tender leaves to presse More loath he is that friendly storme should cease From whose rude bounty he the double use At once receives of pleasure and excuse SONG SAy lovely dreame where couldst thou findâ— Shades to counterfeit that face Colours of this glorious kinde Come not from any mortâ—ll race In heaven it selfe thâ—u sure wer't dreâ—t With that Angell-like disguise Thus deluded am I blest And see my joy with closed eyes But at this Image is too kinde To be other then a dream Cruell Sacharissa's minde Never put on that sweet extream Faire dream if thou intend'st me grace Change that heavenly face of thine Paint despis'd love in thy face And make it to appear like mine Pale wan and meager let it looke With a pity moving shape Such as wander by the brook Of Lethe or from graves escape Then to that matchlesse Nymph appear In whose shape thou shinest so Softly in her sleeping ear With humble words expresse my woe Perhaps from greatnesse state
THE VVORKES OF EDMOND VVALLER Esquire Lately a Member of the Honourable HOUSE of COMMONS In this present Parliament Imprimatur NA. BRENT Decem. 30. 1644. LONDON Printed for Thomas Walkley 1645. Of His MAJESTIâ—S receiving the newes of the Duke of Buckinghams death So earnest with thy God can no new care No sense of danger interrupt thy prayer The sacred Wrestler till a blessing given Quits not his hold but halting conquers heaven Nor was the stream of thy devotion stopp'd When from the body such a limb was lopp'd As to thy present state was no lesse maime Though thy wise choice has since repair'd the same Bold Homer durst not so great vertue â—ain In his best patternâ— of Patrolus slaine With such amazement as weake mothers use And â—rantick gesture he receives the news Yet fell his darling by th' impartiall chance Of war impos'd by Royall Hectors lance Thine in full peace and by a vulgar haud Torne from thy bosome left his high command The famous Painter can allow no place For private sorrow in a Princes face Yet that his price might not exceed beliefe He cast a â—ail upon supposed grieâ—e T was want of such a president as this Made the old heathen frame their god amisse Their Phoebus should not act a fonder part For the fair boy then he did from his heart Nor blame for Hiaciâ—thus fate his owne That kept from him wiâ—h'd death had'st thou bin known Yet he that weighs with thine good Davids deeds Shall finde his passion not his love exceeds He curst the mountaines where his brave friend dy'd But lest salfe Ziba with his heir divide Where thy mottall love to thy blest friends Like that of heaven upon their seed descends Such huge extreams inhabit thy great minde God-like unmov'd and yet like woman kinde Which of thy ancient Poets had not brought Our Charles his pedigree from heaven and taught How some bright dame comprest by mighty love Produc'd this mixt divinity and love To the King on his Navy VVHere ere thy Navy spreads her canvas wings Homage to thee and peace to all she brings The French and Spaniard when thy flags appear Forget their hatred and consent to fear So love from Ida did both hoasts survey And when he pleas'd to thunder part the fray Ships heretofore in seas like fishes sped The mightiest still upon the smallest fed Thou on the deep impos'st stricter lawes And by that justice hast remov'd the cause Of those rude tempests which for rapine sent Too oâ—t alas involv'd the innocent Now shall the Ocean as thy Thames be freâ— From both those â—ates of stormes and piâ—acie But we most happy who can fear no force But winged troops or Pegasean horse T is not so hard for greedy foes to spoyle Another Nation as to touch our soyle Should natures selfe invade the world againe And ore the center spread the liquid main Thy power were safe and her 〈◊〉 hand Would but enlarge the bounds of they command Thy dreadfull sleete would 〈◊〉 let thee Lord of all And â—ide in triumph ore the drowned ball Those towers of oake ore â—ertile plaines might 〈◊〉 And visit mâ—untains where they once did grow The worlds restorer once could not endure That finish'd Bahell should those men secure Whose pride design'd that fabricks should have stood Above the reach of any second sloud To thee his â—â—osen more indulgent he Dares trust such power with so much piety Vpon His MAJESTIES repairing of PAULS THat shipwrackt vessel which th' Apostle boro Scarce suffer'd more upon Melitas shore Then did his Temple in the sea of time Our Naâ—ons glory and our Nâ—â—ions crime When the first Monarch of this happy Isle Mov'd with the ruine of so brave a pile This worke of cost and pieâ—y begun To be accomplish'd by his glorious Son Who all that came within the ample thought Of his wise sire has to perfection brought He like Amphion makes those quarries leap Into fair figures from a consus'd heap For in his art of Regiments is found A power like that of harmony in sound Those antique minstrels sure were Charles like Kings Cities their lutes and ful jects hearts their strings On which with so divine a hand they strook Consent of motion from their breath they took So all our mindes with his conspire to grace The Gentiles great Apostle and deface Those State observing sheds that like a chaine Seem'd to confine and fetter him againe Which the glad Saint shakes off at his command As once the viper from his sacred hand So joyes the aged Oake when we divide The creeping Ivy from his injur'd side Ambition rather would effect the same Of some new structure to have 〈◊〉 her name Two distant vertues in one act we finde The modesty and greatnesse of his minde Which not content to be above the rage And injury of all impairing age In its owne worth secure doth higher clime And things half swallow'd from the jaws of time Reduce an earnest of his grand designe To frame no new Chuch but the old resine Which Spouse like may with comly grace command 〈◊〉 then by force of argument or hand For doubtfull reason few can apprehend And War brings ruine where it should amend But beauty with a bloodlesse conquest findes A welcome sovereignty in rudest minds Not ought which Shebas wondring Queen beheld Amongst the works of Solomon excell'd His ships and building emblems of a heart Large both in magnanimity and art While the propitious heavens this worke attend Long wanted showres they forget to send As if they meant to make it understood Of more importance then our vitall food The Sun which riseth to salute the quire Already finish'd setting shall admire How private bounty could so far extend The King built all but Charles the Westerne end So proud a fabrick to devotion given At once it threatneth and obligeth heaven Laomedon that had the gods in pay Neptune with him that rules the sacred day Could no such structure raise Troy wall'd so high Th' Atrides might as well have forc'd the sky Glad though amazed are our neighbour Kings To see such power employ'd in peacefull things They list not urge it to the dreadfull field The taske is easier to destroy then build of the danger of His Majesty being Prince escaped all the rode at Saint Anâ—tere Nor had his Highnesse bid farewell to Spaine And reacht the sphere of his own power the main With Brittish bounty in his ship he seaâ—s Th' Hesperian Princes his amazed guests To finde that watry wildernesse exceed The entertainment of their great Madrid Healths to both Kings attended with he rore Of Cannons eccho'd from th' effrightod shore With loud esemblance of his thunder prove Bacchus the seed of cloud compelling love Wâ—ile to his harpe divine Arion sings Tâ—e loves and conquests of our Albion Kings Of the fourth Edward was his noble song Fierce gooâ—ly valiant beautifull and young He rent the Crowne from vanquisht
tunes my lute and winds the strings so high With the sweet sound of Sacharissa's name I le make the listning salvages grow tame But while I doe these pleasing dreams indite I am diverted from the promis'd â—ight Canto II. Of their affright and how their foes Discovered were this Canto shews THough Rocks so high about this Iland rise That well they may the num'rous Turk despise Yet is no humane fate exempt from fear Which shakes their hearts while through the I le they heaâ— A lasting noise as horrid and as loud As thunder makes before it breaks the cloud Three dayes they dread this murmur ere they know From what blind cause th' unwonted sound may grow At length two monsters of unequall size Hard by the shore a sisher man espies Two mighty Whales which swellings Seas had tost And left them prisoners on the rocky coast One as a mountaine vast and with her came A Cub not much inferior to his Dam Here in a poole among the Rocks ingag'd They roar'd like Lions caught in toyles and rag'd The man knew what they were who heretofore Had seen the like lye murdered on the shore By the wild fury of some tempest cast The fate of ships and shipwrackt men to taste As carelesse dames whom wine and sleep betray To frantick dreams their Infants overlay So there sometime the raging Ocean failes And her owne brood exposes when the Whales Against sharpe Rocks like reeling vessels quash't Though huge as mountains are in peeces dash't Along the shore their dreadfull limbs lye scatter'd Like hills with ear hquakes shaken torn and shatter'd Heart sure of brasâ—e they had who tempted first Rude Seas that spare not what themselves have nurst The welcome news through all the Nation spread To sudden joy and hope converts their dread What lately was their publique terror they Behold with glad eyes as a ceâ—taine prey Dispose already of th' untaken spoyle And as if purchase of their future toyle These share the bones and they divâ—le the oyle So was the 〈◊〉 man by the Bear opprest Whose hide he sold before he caught the beast They man their Boats and all their young men arm With whatsoever may the Monsters harme Pikes holberts spits and darts that wound so far The tools of peace and instruments of war Now was the time for vigrous lads to shew What love or honour could invite them too A goodly Theatre where rocks are rouâ—d With reverend age and lovely lasses crown'd Such was the lake which held this dreadfull pare Within the bounds of noble Warwicks share Warwickâ— bold Earle then which no title bears A greater sound among our Brittish Peers And worthy he the memory to renew The fate and honour to that title due Whose brave adventures have transferr'd his name And through the new world spread his growing fame But how they fought and what their valour gain'd Shall in another Caâ—â—o be contain'd Canto III. The blâ—udy fight succeslesse toyle And how the Fish sack'd the Isle THe Boat which on the first assault did goe Stroke with a harping Iron the younger foe Who when he felt his side so rudely goar'd Loud as the Seas that nourish't him he roar'd As a broad bream to please some curious taste While yet alive in boyling water cast 〈◊〉 with unwonted heat boyles flings about The scoâ—ching brasse and hâ—rles the liquor out So with the barbed Javeling stung he raves And scourges with his tayle the suffering waves Like fairy Talas with his iron slayle He threatens ruine with his pondrous tayle Dissolving at one stroak the battered Boat And downe the men fall drenched in the moat With every fierce encounter they are forc't To quit their boats and fare like men unhorst The bigger Whale like some huge Carrack lay Which wanteth Sea roome with her foes to play Slowly she swims and when provok'd she woud Advance her tail her head salutes the mud The shallow water doth her force infringe And renders vaine her tails impetâ—ous swinge The shining steele her tender sides receive And there like Bees they all their weapons leave This sees the Cub and does himself oppose Betwixt his cumbred mother and her foes With desperate courage he receives her wounds And men and boats his active tayl confounds Their surges joyn'd the Seas with billows fill And make a tempest though the winds be still Now would the men with half their hoped prey Be well content and wish this cub away Their wish they have he to direct his dam Unto the gap through which they thither came Before her swims and quits the hostile lake A pris'ner there but for his mothers sake She by the Rocks compell'd to stay behind Is by the vastnesse of her bulks confin'd They shout for joy and now on her alone Their furie fals and all their darts are thrown Their launces spent one bolder then the rest With his broad sword provok'd the sluggish beast Her oyly side devoures blade and heft And there his Steel the bold Bermudian left Courage the rest from his example take And now they change the colour of the lake Blood flows in rivers from her wounded side As if they would prevent the tardie tide And raise the flood to that propitious height As might convey her from this fatall streight She swims in blood and blood do's spouting throw To heaven that Heaven mens cruelties might know Their fixed javelings in her side she weares And on her back a grove of pikes appears You would have thought had you the monster seen Thus drest she had another I sland been Roaring she teares the ayre with such noise As well resembled with conspiring voice Of routed Armies when the field is won To reach the ears of her escaped son He though a league escaped from the foe Hasts to her aid the pious Trojan so Neglecting for Creusas life his own Repeats the danger of the burning Town The men amazed blush to see the seed Of monsters humane pietie exceed Well proves this kindnesse what the Grecians sung That loves bright mother from the Ocean sprung Their courage droops and hopelesse now they wish For composition with th' unconquer'd fish So she their weapons would restore again Through rocks they 'd hew her passage to the main But how instructed in each others mind Or what commerce can men with monsters find Not daring to approach their wounded â—o Whom her couragious son protected so They charge their musket and with hot desire Of fell revenge renew the fight with fire Standing alooffe with lead they bruise the scales And tare the flesh of the incensed Whales But no successe their fierce endeavours found Not this way could they give one fatall wound Now to their Fort they are about to send For the loud Engines which their Isle defend But what those peices fram'd to batter walls Would have effected on those mighty Whales Great Neptune will not have us know who finds A tyde so high that it relieves his friends
have the power To trouble and compose All that 's beneath your bower Calme silence on the Seas on earth impose Faire Vâ—nus in thy soft armes The God of rage confine For thy whispers are the charmes Which onely can divert his fierce design What though hee frown and to tumult do incline Thou the flame Kindled in his breast can'st tame With that snow which unmelted lies on thine Great Goddesse give this thy sacred â—sland rest make heaven smile That no storm disturb us while Thy chief care our Halcyon builds her nest Great Gloriana faire Gloriana Bright as high heaven is and fertile as earth Whose beauty relieves us Whose royall bed gives us Both glory and peace Our present joy and our hopes increase To Phillis PHillis why should wee delay Pleasures shorter then the day Could wee which wee never can Stretch our lives beyond their span Beauty like a shaddow flies And our youth before us dies Or would youth and beauty stay Love hath wings and will away Love hath swifter wings then time Change in love to heaven does clime Gods that never change their state Varyed oft their love and hate Phillis to this truth wee owe All the love betwixt us two Let not you and I inquire What has been our past desire On what Shepherds you have smil'd Or what Nymphs I have beguil'd Leave it to the Planets too What wee shall hereafter doe For the joyes wee now may prove Take advice of present love To Phillis PHillis t was love that injur'd you And on that rock your Thirsis threw Who for proud Coelia could have dy'd Whilst you no lesse accus'd his pride Fond Love his darts at random throws And nothing springs from what hee sowes From foes discharg'd as often meet The shining points of arrows fleet In the wide aire creating fire As soules that joyn in one desire Love made the lovely Venus burn In vain and for the cold youth mourn Who the pursuite of churlish beasts Preferr'd to sleeping on her breasts Love makes so many hearts the prize Of the bright Calisles conquering eyes Which shee regards no more then they The teares of lesser beauties weigh So have I seen the lost clouds powre Into the sea a uselesse shower And the vext Saylers curse the rain For which poore shepherds pray'd in vain Then Phillis since our passions are Govern'd by chance and not the care But sport of Heaven which takes delight To look upon this Parthian flight Of Love still flying or in chase Never incountring face to face No more to love wee le sacrificâ— But to the best of Deities And let our hearts which love disjoyn'd By his kind Mother bee combin'd SONG VVHile I listen to thy voyce Chloris I feel my life decay That powerfull noyse Calls my flitting soule away Oh suppresse that Magick sound VVhich destroyes without a wound Peace Chloris peace or singing die That together you and I To heaven may goe For all wee know Of what the blessed doe above Is that they sing and that they love SONG STay Phoebus stay The world to which you flye so fast Conveying day From us to them can pay your hast VVith no such object nor salute your risâ— VVith no such wonder as de Mornay's eyes Well doe this prove The errour of those Antique bookes Which made you move About the world her charming lookes Would fix your beams and make it ever day Did not the rowling earth snatch her away To Amoret AMoret thy milky way Fram'd of many namelesse starres The smooth stream where none can say Hee this drop to that preferres Amoret my lovely foe Tell mee where thy strength does lie Where the power that charmes us so In thy Soule or in thy eye By that snowy neck alone Or thy grace in motion seen No such wonders could bee done Yet thy waste is streight and clean As Cupids sheft or Hermes rod And powerfull too as either God To my Lord of Falkland BRave Holland load and with him Falkland goes Who hears this told and does not streight suppose Wee send the Graces and the Muses forth To civilize and to instruct the North Not that these Ornaments make swords lesse sharp Apollo weares as well his bow as harp And though hee bee the Patron of that Spring Where in calm peace the sacred Virgins sing Hee courage had to guard th' invaded throne Of Love and cast th' ambitious Giants down Ah noble Friend with what impatience all That know thy worth and know how prodigall Of thy great Soule thou art longing to twist Bayes with that Ivy which so early kist Thy youthfull temples with what horror wee Think on the blind events of warre and thee To Fate exposing that all-knowing brest Among the throng as cheaply as the rest Where Oakes and brambles if the copse bee burn'd Confounded lye to the same ashes turn'd Some happy wind over the Ocean blow This tempest yet which hights our Island so Guarded with ships and all the Sea our own From heaven this mischief on our heads is thrown In a late dream the Genius of this Land Amaz'd I saw like a faire Hebrew stand When first shee felt the twins begin to jarre And found her womb the seat of Civill warre Inclin'd to whose relief and with presage Of better fortune for the present age Heaven send's quoth I this diâ—cord for our good To warme perhaps but not to waste our blood To raise our drooping spirits grown the scorn Of our proud neighbours who ere long shall mourn Though now they joy in our expected harmes Wee had occasion to resume our Armes A Lyon so with self-provoking smart His rebell taile scourging his nobler part Calls up his courage then begins to roare And charge his foes who thought him madde before Of a Lady who writ in praise of Mira. WHile shee pretends to make the Graces known Of matchlesse Mira shee reveales her own And when shee would anothers praise indite Is by her glasse instructed how to write To one marryed to an old man SInce thou wouldst needs bewitcht with some ill charms Bee buryed in those monumentall armes All wee can wish is may that earth lye light Upon the tender limbs and so good night For drinking of Healths â— Et Bruites and Vegetalls that cannot think So farre as drought and nature urges drink A more indulgent Mistresâ—e guides our sprights Reason that dares beyond our appetites Shee would our â—are as well as thirst redresse And with Divinity rewards excesse Deserted Arâ—adnâ— thus supply'd Did 〈◊〉 Theseus cruelty deride Bacchus 〈◊〉 from her exalted thought Bâ—â—â—sh'd the man her passion and his fautâ— Bacchus and Pâ—oebus are by Iove ally'd And each by others timely heat supply'd All that the Grapes owe to his lightning fires Is paid in numbers which their juyce inspires Wine fills the veins and healths are understood To give our Friends a title to our blood Who naming mee doth warme his courage so Shews for my sake what his bold