cry The Rebell LOve No I am not such a Foe To my Peace Prethee cease Say no more Though her Eyes Are the Skies Where Love flies And Inveagles All the Eagles That in her Airy soar I dare not flie in her Skie 'T is too high Once her frown Threw me down So low That I swore Never more In a Sun-beam to soar Love and I will each other never know He brings such Woes with him Nought can exceed um Souls do in sorrow swim And Tears do feed um That every sense is dim To Peace and Freedom Eye me Try me Can you deny me Thus he beguiles the Wise But if you To his Bow do bow Your Soul becomes a Sacrifice Fires Mires Brooks and Briers Kinder are than he Then shake him off VVith scorn and scoff Sing and drink Sack with me The Departure BY all thy Glories willingly I go Yet could have wish'd thee Constant in thy Love But since thou needs must prove Uncertain as is thy Beauty Or as the Glass that shews it thee My Hopes thus soon to overthrow Shews thee more sickle but my flames by this Are easter quench'd than his VVhom flattering smiles betray 'T is tyrannous delay Breeds all this harm And makes that Fire consume that should but warm Till Time destroys the Blossoms of thy Youth Thou art our Idol worship'd at that Rate But who can tell thy Fate Or say that when thy Beauties gone Thy Lovers Torch will still burn on I could have serv'd thee with such truth Devoutest Pilgrims to their Saints do ow Departed long ago And at thy ebbing Tide Have us'd thee as a Bride Who 's onely true Cause you are fair he loves himself not you T. C. The Ladies Answer BY all the Perjuries thy Lips did wear Thy formal Favours never aim'd at Good But what might move the Bloud To wanton in its own self-self-love Which Virtue bids me to reprove Though to reform be to for swear Yet in the holy State of Love we may Not swear our Souls away For at the Latter Day We Damn if we betray And they that prove False in their Faith un-crown the King of Love Ere Time have blemish'd this poor bloom of mine Your wilde Idolatry will worship more Then Laplenders adore You cannot with your words win me To think that where no Saint you see You ean adore an empty Shrine No dear Dissembler the best Love doth tend To a self-serving End The greatest Power that is We do obey for Bliss He that will be False to himself can nere be true to me The Fugitive FLy Fly Some way where neither Ear nor Ey Can ever see or hear thee But those Furies that Daily triumph at The Tyranny of Truth For I By fainting Famin vow to die Ere such a Sed come near me In whose bosom lies All Hell can devise To ruine Age and Youth From thy Lust flows a Floud That destroyes All my Joyes In the Bud Thou a Civil War dost move Gainst the Royalty of Love Treason lodgeth in thy Bloud She that hath bid Adieu And refus'd VVhat she chus'd For a New Let her Lover look to be In the same Extremity Faith she never can be true Then welcome Freedome Farewell Fears I have for Crowns exchang'd my Cares My Soul shall soar above the Spheres And sing whilest he the burthen bears VVho would not pardon such a Thief That slily steals away his Grief Then he that quarrels for relief Resolves to be a Fool in Chief The Humorist A Medley conteining ten Ayres REnounce this Humor and attend The fair advisings of a Friend Thou never wilt have sober Brains Whilest Love lies lurking in thy Vâ—â—â—â— These folded Arms and broken Lutes Are Symptomes of forsaken suites Thou sure hast seen some Lady who As thou wouldst have her will not do Why then be Mute And cease thy Suit Apply thy self to me I 'le teach thee who To win and woo Yet keep thy Liberty Ay me Will never get her thee Nor a sigh nor a shrug nor a tear If she be fair and free She must see that in thee Or thou never shalt come near The thing that thy Minde And Desires have dessign'd Some will lie down with Language and Ayrs Some in Wine Will resign Or if prais'd VVill be rais'd With a Puritan fall to your Prayers But if a Lady Great You would encounter Whose Fame and Family are seated high 'T is Honor doth the Feat With that ye Mount her For onely Eagles do at Eagles flie If you can reach her in the royal Road With Panegyrick and Seraphick Ode Ye do it Alle mode But if the waiting Creature must procure Tempt her with Treasure and ye have her sure Avostre Serviteur If you meet With one whose Wit All Beauty else disdains That will suppose A Fountain flows Of Violets in her Veins Tell her the Glory of her Face May make Scithians sue for Grace And Treason turn to Truth The lustre of her Eyes excell Those bright Spheres where Angels dwell With ever-yielding Youth But when y' are wanting One To be ranting on Pity 't is you should be barr'd in For you may repair Unto Lady-Fair Go your ways in Grays-Inn Garden There the Graces are And good Faces are Which the grim God of War Never plunder'd Have but care enough You 'll finde Ware enouh And you may spare enough For five hunder'd That will love half an hour If ye bring Treasure Or else they bar the Door Against your Pleasure Yet much I fear they have met with their Matches Since Musqueteers of late plunder'd their Patches Besides enacted now they see The downfall of Adultery And 't is a Paradox they vow For to be fair and faithfull to They say the Sword destroys the Gown Their Love and Liberties go down Then they frown But bid defiance you that can Unto the Farthingall and Fan For no Commodity we see But hath its Dis-commodity Then ho Toth' Tavern let 's go And drink down Disasters For Madamazella is meat for your Masters Be then Free-men And let the Women Sue for an Act of Grace Or not deal With those will tell Of Crime or Person Time and Place If I can but Well allure thee to 't We 'll endeavour such a brace of Lives So fair and high We 'll skorn to lie With Wenches or with Wives I mean but those Whom the Fates dispose In a very noble Nuptial flame All other Fires Are wilde Desires And crucisie the Fame The Invitation OH my dear Cloris Shew where the Store is Of all those Sweets which man prone to adore is Love makes me slavish Oh! let me lavish Those Ioyes that would make an Anchorite ravish Sweet do not lose um For in thy bosom Are all Delights Of Lovers Nights Time will destroy them Shall I enjoy them Let me enshrine Thy soul with mine I le build thee Bowers And tinsill Towers To let in twi-light and keep out the Showers No Hag shall haunt thee Nor Danger daunt thee
Such sacred Circles I le set to inchant thee Here Health and Treasure With pliant Pleasure Shall ever spread Their flowry Bed Then leave beguiling And grant in smiling The thing that I Must do or die A Song sung by Mr. Bushel's Miners in Devonshire written in 1645. LAdies of Love and Leisure Where is your Greatness gone What sudden high displeasure Hath forc'd ye from your own Whilest we live here obscurely In Cottages unknown No Cares or fears We ever think upon Our VVals are highest Mountains For we live in a Coomb We drink of flowing Fountains Our dwelling is our Tomb Nor look to be exalted Before the Day of Doom Where Scibes for Bribes Shall nere deny us Room We hear a dreadfull Summons Up in the high Country Our gracious King and Commons They say cannot agree This Harvest is for Cedars And no such Shrubs as we Yet still we will Pray for a Unity The Day we spend in working And chanting harmless Songs No Malice here lies lurking Our thoughts are free from Wrongs And those that Civil Wars do love We wish they had no Tongues No Drums no Guns Or what to War belongs We wound the Earths hard bowels Where hidden Treasure grows With Twibell Sledge and Trowells Pick-ax and Iron Crows We search for sinfull Silver Which all Dissention sows Their Health and Wealth Men do so ill dispose We eat the Bread of Labor And what Endeavour brings Sorrow is no next-Neighbour Our Eyes they are no Springs Unless we shed a tear or two When as we pity Kings The Fates of States To us are Hebrew things A Ramble by Mr. A. B. STay shut the Gate Tother Quart Faith it is not so late As your thinking Those Stars which we see In the Hemisphere be But the Studs in our Cheeks by good Drinking The Sun 's gone to tipple all night in the Sea Boyes To morrow he 'l blush that he 's paler than we Boys Drink Wine give him Water 't is Sack makes us The Boyes Fill up the Glass To the next merry Lad let it pass Come away with 't Then set foot to foot And but give your Minde to 't 'T is heretical Six that doth slay VVit Then hang up good faces let 's drink till our Noses Gives freedom to speak what our Fansie disposes Beneath whose protection now Under the Rose is Drink off your Bowls 'T will enrich both your Heads and your Souls With Canary A Carbuncled face Saves a tedious Race For the Indies about us we carry No Helicon like to the Juice of Wine is For Phebus had never had Wit or divine is Had his face not been Bow-dyed as thine is and mine is This must go round Off w'your Hats till the Pavement be crown'd With our Beavers A Red-coated Face Frights a Serjeant and his Mace And the Constable trembles to shivers In State march our Faces like some of the Quorum When the Whores do fall down the Vulgars adore uni And our Noses like Link-bayes run shining before uni The Answer HOld Quaff no more But restore If ye can what y' have lost by your Drinking Three Kingdoms and Crowns With their Cities and Towns Whilest a King and his Progenie's sinking The Studs in your Cheeks have obscured his Star Boys Your Drink and Miscarriages in the late War Boys Hath brouht his Prerogative so to the Bar-Boys Throw down the Glass He 's an Ass That extracts all his worth from Canary That Valour will shrink Which is onely good in Drink 'T was the Cup made the Camp to miscarry You thought in the World there was no Power could tame ye Ye tippl'd and whor'd till the Foe overcame ye Cuds Nigs and Nere-far-Sir hath vanquish'd God Damme Fly from the Coast Or you are lost And the Water will run where the Drink went From hence ye must slink If you swear and have no Chink 'T is the Curse of a royall Delinquent You love to see Beer-bowls turn'd over the thumb well You like three fair Gamesters four Dice a Drum wel But y' had as live see the Devil as F. or C. Drink not the Round You 'll be drown'd In the source of your Sack and your Sonnets Try once more your Fate For the Kirk against the State And go bartar your Beavers for Bonnets You see how you are charm'd by your female Enchanters And therefore Pack hence to Virginia for Planters For an Act and two Red-Coats can rout all the Ran ters The Prisoners IN a Dungeon deep we lie Cramp'd with Cold Captivity VVhere the Bed-less bottom owns Nothing to relieve our Bones Yet such is the sacred scope of the Soul That we never shrink At the stink VVhen cold water we drink 'Cause Conscience crowns the Bowl Fetter'd in this filth we lie For we know not what nor why But we ghess if understood 'T will appear for being Good That Law doth strangely on Conscience entrench VVhere known true men are Planted far From the Iudge at the Bar And Felony fills the Bench By the Pride of impious Powers This unhappy Case is ours VVe are lost in Wealth and Fame Fort a fault that knows no Name If it be Reason that signes our Restraint 'T is then to be Good Understood A Disease of the Bloud The Devil is turn'd a Saint On Clarinda her Answering I and No WHat Crosses are in Love when ere I come VVhere fair Clarinda sanctifies the Rome VVith my re-iterated Love-suit she VVith I and No so tempts and tortures me That I have lost my Patience If I cry Fair Lady shall I leave you She says I Agen she answers me VVhen I would know If I shall wait on her i th' Evening No With these two Words unpleasingly mis-plac'd She gives my fair Affection such Distaste I know not what to ask then do I thunder Against the God of Love and raging wonder That such a form where all Perfestion grows Should so afflict me with her I's and No's An Elegie on a Good Man YOu that did love with filial fear The Soul that shines in yonder Sphere VVhose shadow is informed here Put on your Sack-cloth and appear Here lies the Map of Martyrdom Let all therefore avoid the Room But those that can when as they come VVith Tears and Ashes build a Tomb For here the Cause of all your Cares Lies floating in the Churches tears VVho did expire as it appears Not for His Faults but Others Fears You that are Valiant Great and Wise Attend his sacred Obsequies For on this holy Herse there lies A Theme for Tears in unborn Eyes Although he was not understood Yet from his Spirit and his Bloud Did flow a fair and fertile Floud Of all that men call Great and Good Religion was his daily Guest VVithin the Treasure of his Brest VVas more than Language ere Exprest Angels can onely tell the rest FINIS
CLARAPHIL AND CLARINDA IN A FORREST OF FANCIES By THO: JORDAN Gent. Sat mihi sunt pauci Lectores est satis unus Si me nemo legat sat mihi nullus erit Owen Epigram London Printed by R. Wood To the Worthily Honoured Mr. GEO STRIPLING SIR IF the Name of Stranger a word in its genuine sence never despicable do not deface the formality of this present Oblation and put the to the expence of such an Apologie as shall render me ruder then that Act which may be the object of my Accusation I hope these imperfect mixtures of Fancy may gain a liberty to approach the presence of your leisure and attend the truce of your neore serious retirements I dare not manifest the multiplicity of motives that have induced me to this uncustomary confidence lest the representation of your own clear deservings cause me to be accused for flattery a practice which to me is equally detestable with Rebellion and Sacriledge Sir you will in this weak Volume finde such a little Wilderness of vain Varieties that you will think the Author was onely studious to contrive an orderly Confusion If any thing in it may be the object of your Approbation I have an absolute accomplishment of all my Expectations how ever I shall cherish my self with hopes to enjoy the benefit of your pardon and have licence to subscribe my Ambition in the honour of being SIR Your much devoted Servant THO: JORDAN CLARAPHIL AND CLARINDA TO CLARINDA On Her Perfection I Will not Saint my fair Clarinda SHE More glorious is in her humanity Nor in the heat of Fancy pluck a Star To rob the needy World and place her these These are the subtle Raptures of the Times With which the wanton Poets make their Rhymes Rise high as doth their Bloud 'till some proud She Pamper'd with such new-cook'd Divinity Surfets believing in a pride of Soul These fictions true and Sins without controul Do Angels boast habitual purity No 't is in them impeccability And therefore not praise-worthy they 've nor will Nor power to think much less to practice Ill With thee 't is otherwise for thou mayst sin Beyond hope of Repentance and therein Appears the odds for maugre Flesh and Bloud Devil Temptation Beauty thou art Good To Clarinda his Love upon Refusal of a Kiss WHat not a Kiss Clarinda this is strange What is the slender motive of this Change Nay I le not strive with you 't is no content To me to take a Kiss by Ravishment Didst ever think I joyn'd my Lips to thine But when I thought thy Bliss as large as mine How strangely Curtesies mis-construed be That 's thought Offence which I meant Charity Not long time since if I did once neglect This kinde of Kissing-duty I was check'd And not enforced onely to restore it But as a fault to pay a Million for it And let me never be recorded where The little God unsolds his Register But I did pay this amorous Duty down As much for your Delight as for my own And must your self-conceit make you so rude To pay my Merit with Ingratitude Forgetfull Vanity can you deride The Man whose Folly gave you cause of Pride Was it not I who when ye did despair To have the last fruits of an undone Heir Saluted ye with love though since indeed Ye are well-furnish'd Suitors ride full speed Who yet cannot conceive Merit in you But trust my Judgement love ye 'cause I do Before I brought ye choice you had not any I was that One Fool that hath made your Many Had not I been your Maiden-head would be Fifteen years hence of some Antiquity Perhaps lead Apes Virginities perdition According to the Country superstition I did not onely love you but did strive To make you worthy of me did contrive To mend Heav'ns work changing that Eye that Lip Controuling Nature's courser Workmanship I did applaud you 'bove a Deity And make you Sacred with my Heresie But now I see Fate will not be withstood Nature nor I nor both can make you Good I stole a Constellation for you Eye Pollish'd you Brow with Indian Ivory Feign'd from your Lips Nectar to Flow and Ebb Made your hair softer than Arachne's VVebb Fetch'd Pyramids of snow to vail your Brest Brought the red Morning from the early East To deck your Cheek your Lips that wanted bloud Had liquid Coral from the furious floud To make them ruddy I perfum'd your breath More sweet than is the Phoenix at her Death I sent you Summer spices from Sabea Arabian Aromats Balm from Iudea Such Odors for your Breath I did invent Till they became a gluttony of Scent Your Voice so full of Concord some might be Brought to beleeve 't was Heaven's Hierarchie Nor onely gave these to your Outward Feature Within I made ye a more glorious Creature I did conceit you Innocent to be As Angels in their immortality Chast as the Virgin Infant newly hurl'd From the warm Womb to weep in th' treach'rous Or the first Man ere Misery made suit World He should know Eve the Serpent and the Fruit I thought Thee as constant without variation As rising Titan to his declination And the great cause of thy Ambition is Thy Vanity made thee Beleeve all this But by the Magick of that Poesie That brought them to thee from thee they shall And never see thee more thy Glass shall be flie The onely Mirror of Deformity This recompence I will return thy Ill Thou shalt have leave to say I love thee still That thou mai'st keep thy Loves who if they know How thou quitt'st me will quickly leave thee to Whil'st I with humbled Knees in devout Prayer Purge out the sin that made me feign thee fair A Wish for a Widow in the Character of a good Husband IF a white Wish wing'd with a Zeal more bright Than Prayers proceeding from an Anchorite When he bedews with tears the sacred shrine May prove propitious pray accept of mine If 't be decreed Himen shall once more light His holy Tapers for your Bridal Night May he be such a Consort as excels The vast extent of largest Paralels May the renown'd Endowments of his Mind Be the epitome of all Mankind May the Effigies of his Beauties be Th' Exact Idea of a Deity Let him in such high seas of Learning swim That all the Sciences may study Him Next I would him Valiant and further From Tyranny than Mercy is from Murther And his own Actions such a Vollume be As shall exceed all Rules of Heraldry May he be one whose most auspicious stars Designs him to compose these Civil wars For you are Mistresse of such merit that None but one destin'd to erect a State Is worthy of you But if he should prove Short of all this May he supply't with Love And Court you with such a divine respect As at last day the Saints shall the Elect So loyall to your Bed that he may deem No Woman but your self was made
for him So shall you nere be jealous but expell That plague which turns a Marriage to a Hell May you live free from Sorrows nay from Fears Growing no lesse in Graces than in years But if a widow'd life you think more bliss May that prove full as happy to you as this An Epithalamium on the much honoured Pair T. S. Esquire and Mrs. D. E. SO at the first the Soul and Body met VVhen the Creator did in Councel set To make a Little world command the Great Nor are your Flames less Innocent than they Befor the Grand Impostor did betray Their fatal Freedoms to the Worlds decay Therefore let all that Heaven can dispense To royal Mankinde in the Soul and Sense Possess ye with Seraphick influence May all the promis'd Blessings on each Nation From Genesis to Iohn's high Revelation Contribute to your Cordial Coronation May both your Brows be circled with such Beams Of Glory as appear'd in Iacob's Dreams Or the Dove darted upon Iordan's Streams May Lovers light their Torches at your Flame And may the power of Stanley's single Name Prove the sublimest Epithet of Fame May your hearts fix above the force of Fate May neither Princes frown nor Peoples hate Your fair Affections dis-unanimate May ye have all ye can desire And when Your wishes have out-vied the thoughts of Men Some Power direct you how to wish agen An Acrostich on two Pairs of Inseparable Friends married in one Day Jove Joyn these Pairs and May each Blessed Bride Obtain A Guard of Angels for A Guide Heaven Nature Vertue Reason in cōmuniō Nobilitate Enrich and Love Your Union Grace Faith and Knowledge Bind ye may ye be Each Others Bliss No Evil Injure ye Let nothing Re-divide Eternal Rest Love Dwell and Last in each Diviner Brest An Epithalamium in a double Acrostich written on the noble Names and sacred Nuptials of the worthily honoured Edward Marrow Esquire and the truly virtuous Mrs Anne Grantham E minent Palr what ever Sidney saw I In ARGALUS and his PARTHENI A D lineate your Excellence how then Shall I depict ye with so poor a PeN What Power shall I implore Apollo's gone For whom my Muse lies drench'd in Helico N A rts are malignant Poems out of Date The Lay-man calls Learning a Reprobat E Reason is banish'd and what ere did spring From those fair Banks where Peace was flourishin G D ivinest Pair whose bright Perfections are More luminary than the morning Sta R M ay all the Pleasures Phebus ever saw In Europe Asia or Americ A A ttend your Genial Joyes What Nature can Contribute to the Excellence of Ma N R edouble your felicity May Night And Day contend wch shal yield most deligh T Riches and Honor Virtue the best Wealth Beauty with all the circumstance of Healt H Obey your wish and he that will not pray As I have done is Love's Anathem A W ar never fright ye wheresoere ye come May bright Apollo's Harp drown Mars his DruM An Aerostical Eulogie written on the worthy name of Mr. William Legassick second sonne to Mr. Henry Legassick of little Hempstead in the County of Devon With a heart free from Flatteries fair crimes L et me salute you in these rural Rhymes I must confess the favours you have done E xceed my best Congratulation Love whose bright Laws you never disobay G uides you to do more then a Verse can pay L earning and those accommodations which A mplifie Nature and make Spirits rich I mprove their fertile Faculties and do Shine forth the brighter 'cause they dwel in you A great Apostle 't was that said if I Speak Angels language without Charity M y words are but as tinkling Cimbals You I mitate him have Love and Learning too CHRIST guard your Family and may your Name K eep up till all the world flye in a flame Sic Vaticinatur T. J. A double Acrostick composed on the Names of Mr. Francis Jordan of Ensham in the County of Oxon and Th. Jordan the Authour F Aith Hope and Charity Wealth Worth and Wit Wait on their Names for whom this Poem 's wri T Religion Reason Temperance and Truth The peace of Conscience and the joys of your H A ttend upon their Actions may they know No change that bears the name or badge of w O No ill approach their Natures may the jem Of mutual friendship ever dwell with the M C ontent be their beatitude and may Their loves encrease and meet no Remor A I oy crown their days and may no sad distress At any time expel their happines S Saints be their Guardians let nothing be Obnoxious to their lawful amit J J ehovah joyn their spirits may they grow Brighter then Lillies on the Banks of P O O mnipotence defend them from that Star Whose influence brings Famine Plague or Wa R. R ebellion and those bloudy crimes that stand Upon the red Accompt of this black Lan D D epart from their designes as large a way As 't is from Europe to Americ A. All happiness that ever hath been known From Adam's death to Christ's Ascenscio N N obilitate their souls enrich their lives And grant them handsom Graves or chaster Wives A Cross Acrostich on two crosst Lovers Though cross'd in our Affection still the flames Of Honour shall secure our Noble Names Nor shal Our Fate divorce our Faith Or cause The least Mislike of Love's Diviner Laws Crosses somtimes Are Cures Now let us prove That no strength Shall Abate the Power of Love Honor Wit Beauty Riches Wisemen call Frail Fortune's Badges In true Love lies all Therfore to him we Yeild our Vows shall be Payd Read and written in E ternity That All may know when men grant no Redress Much Love can sweeten the unhappinesS Another kinde of Acrostich S sweet Soul of goodness in whose Saintlike breif V irtue V ows dwelling to make Beauty blest Sure S ighing Citherea fits your Eyes Are A ltars whereon she might sacrifice N ow N one will of the Paphean Order be Nature's N ew work transcends a Deity A rabia 's A romaticks Court your scent B right B eauty makes your Gazers Eloquent L et L ittle Cupid his lost Eyes obtain V ailed V iewing you would strike him blind again Nay N ever think I flatter if you be T hus T o none else by Love you are to me A New-years Gift in the ordinary Acrostich to his Friend Mr. John Curling J f I were one of those that lately sold C onscience and Country for a Gripe of Gold Or had I now a power to surprize Unpittied England with a worse Excise H appily I might lend ye from my store R esplendent Jewels or the Indian Oar Now I can send ye nought but empty Dishes L ove larded ore with Language good wishes I ehovah grant that upon Sea and Land Nothing prove profitless you take in hand G o forth and prosper May your Labours end E rect more wealth then wit
or Time can spend May all the Good you can attempt prevail Fate finde you fraught fair Winds fill your Sail On the hononored Services of the most worthy Col. Rokeby under the Command of Monsieur Gashion the French General against the Spanish Forces Anno 1646 1647 SIr since in Ages past Verses have been The Balm to Valour and preserved green The Acts of antique Heroes such as made The Reader ravish'd with the Royall Trade Of righteous War upon the Crest of those Whom Fate and Dis-affection made their Foes I hope my maimed Muse late troden down By the red fury of Rhamnusa's frown May re-erect her drooping head and be A Tomb to Royal Rokeby's Memory Whose Acts do want a Homer to reherse Being fitter for a Volume than a Verse Witness the wise Entrenchment that was made Before Coutrey Where the ingenious Spade Furrow'd the fiery Field and did engage The slow-pac'd fury of Spain's subtlest Rage VVhich soon approach'd in a relieving Power Flesh'd with four Thousand Men whose fatal hour Rokeby commanded whose Magnetique Sword Drew bloud at any distance and whose VVord Gave life to all the Cavalry in brief He forced their Retreat and kill'd their Chief This is not all nor must his faithfull Fame Content it self with such a single Flame Mardyke looks big a Fort that did impart The Labyrinths of Mathematique Art VVhose well-man'd Bastions might Defiance give To all the VVorld and unsupported live Upon their thrifty Store 'till Rokeby's Men Made a fierce On-set and into their Den Shot so much fire that all within it say The French Compounded with the Latter Day Next Dunkirk which so many years hath been The Trap of Flanders strait was taken in By Rokeby's bold Assistance whose fair Fate Attempted nought too early or too late Labassay next to this the French oblige With the hot Complement of a close Siege Lans being then re-taken there was slain Spain A Man whose worth out-weigh'd the Crown of Royall Gashion whose Name the Army wou'd Rather than Tears enbalm with Spanish bloud Which shall not cease to run 'till all are made The Subject of a Charnell-house and Spade Untill which time my due Devotion sues That He who now is Subject of my Muse The noble Rokeby may undaunted stand The fixed glory of his Native Land Till honor'd Age conclude his Life and then I wish his Worth may meet some better Pen The Anti-platonick by I. C. with an Answer by T. I. FOr shame thou Everlasting Woer Still saying Grace and nere fall to her Love that 's in Contemplation plac'd Is Venus drawn but to the Waste Unless his heat confess his Gender And the Parley cause Surrender They are Salamanders of a cold Desire That live un-scorch'd amidst the wildest Fire What though she be a Dame of Stone The Image of Pigmalion As hard and un-relenting She As the new-crusted Niobe Or what doth more of Statue carry A Nun of the Platonick Quarrey Love melts the rigor which the Rocks have bred A Flint will break upon a Feather-bed Then leave ye pretty Female Elves To candy and preserve your selves VVomen commence by Cupid's Dart As the King's Hunting dubbs a Hart No more ye Sectaries of the Game No more of your Calcining Flame Lov's Votaries enthrall each others Soul Till both of them do live upon Parol Virtue 's no more in VVomen kinde Then the Green-sickness of the Minde Philosophy they 're new Delight A kinde of Charcoal Appetite There is no Sophistry prevails VVhen Love a loving heart assails But the disputing Petty-coat will warp As skilfull Fencers use to check at Sharp The Souldier that man of Iron VVhom Ribs of Horror all inviron VVho strong with Wyer instead of Veins In whose Embraces y' are in Chains Let a Magnetique Girl appear And he turns Cupid's Curaseer Love storms his Breast and takes the Fortress in For all the bristled Turn-pikes of his Chin Since Love's Artillery their Cheeks The Breast-work which the firmest seeks Come let us in affecton Riot They 're sickly Pleasures keep their Diet Give me a Lover bold and free Not impeach'd with formality Lik an Embassadour that beds a Queen VVith the nice Caution of a Sword between I. C. The Answer LEave thy salt lascivious Lover Is 't no more but Come and Cover Love that is by Lust mislead Is Hellen drawn upon her head And the luxurious Garb is stranger Than the Horse-tail tied to th' Manger That scorching Salamander kills his Sire VVho will confound his alimental Fire Although she be no Dame of Snow VVhich with every Smile will flow Or be transform'd by brackish bloud From a Figure to a Floud Her Love will last when after loathing Thy Marchpane Mistress melts to nothing Love is a Gem in the Celestial Crown A Diamond is never broke with Down Then cease to frisk it so like Elves And make French Monkeys of your selves VVhy should Cowardice prevail Valiant Men do nere turn tail Love is no Faction the direct And true Religion is no Sect Luxurious Lovers do like Rebells frame A War against their King in his own Name Virtue is a Virgins VVealth The Magazine of mental Health And since Philosophy should be The Hand-maid to Divinity Her sacred Sylogisms shall Maintain Lust is Apocriphal The party-colour'd Cod-piece then shall be Struck dumb with Farthing all Philosophy Your pineer-finger'd Souldier which Doth deal in heat of bloud and itch May when the Dog-days do increase Court Venus in her Verdigrese Or finde some Tyndar-hearted Saint Where he may wallow in her Paint For such a piece of potent Pleasure can It 's ten to one charge both your Horse and Man Since Lust is nothing but the foul And fierce Consumption of the Soul Let our embracing Spirits prove The Ioys of incorporeal Love Let Wantons in their wilde Desires Call us Cupid's Crucifiers We will the Wonders of our Love reherse When Fire shall vitnifie the Universe A Blessing to my Creditors THe Debtor to the Creditor did fall Crying Be patient and I le pay you all With such humility come I to you Believing Men and with his Words I sue That you 'll have Patience 't is a Virtue which Will not Impoverish but make ye Rich In Heaven's high esteem And from that Store Who ever hath his Wealth cannot be poor You know the Scripture doth these words afford Who gives the Poor lends Money to the Lord Then whatsoere is scor'd for their Expence Your Interest shall be treble Recompence Is not this well now Who would not give all To have his Use exceed his Principal And yet there shall not on your Conscience lie The burthen of extorting Usury If Giving get such Gain be not afraid For what ye lend shall surely be repaid I but you 'll ask me when why there 's th' offence Y' are guilty of ye must have patience Ye tell me when I say I cannot pay You 'll take an Order with me VVhat I pray You will imprison me
prove My Constant Love No true heart can dissemble Once more turn thy face Encourage my failing Feet That now are grown faint With Brambles restraint For every Bush I meet Doth throw me down And ere I can recover Thy flight Out-goes my sight What Sorrow hath a Lover The Reply of Claraphil to another Air Claraphil THough I wish fair Venus guide all Those bright flames we sacrifice And confess no other Idol Than the Altar of thine Eyes Though I know thy Glories can Provoke a Pâ—oselyte from Pray'r And the Destiny of Man Doth lie tangl'd in thy hair Though thy Mental Merit may Mollifie immortal Ire Mitigate the Latter Day And reverse the Rage of Fire Look up to your Saphir VVindow VVhere the Destinies appear Thou on that shalt finde Clarinde My red Ruine written there That no Virgin can be true If my favor she implore But will wander for a new And invite a Million more Though thy sacred Soul may be Fix'd yet thou in me wilt finde Something though unknown to me VVill make thee wilder than the Winde Chorus by Both with a through Bass. THen let thy bended Knees the Gods implore That thou mayst love me no more And we with Incense will their Altars warm Till they have losed the Charm Panchean Spices and Arabian Gums Shall sweat in whole Hecatombs Our Optick faculties shall nere be drie VVe thus will do till we die A Kiss by Mr. T. S. A Kiss I begg'd and she did joyn Her Lips to mine Then as afraid snatch'd back her Treasure And mock'd my Pleasure Agen my Chariessa for in this Thou onely gav'st Desire and not a Kiss The Answer A Kiss you had the fair One gave What you did crave But wisely limited her Treasure For further Pleasure Extract no more of Honey from those Hives For fear you surfet on Preparatives The Senses CLarinda in thy face Is all that ever was Pertaining unto Beauty Youth and Grace I prethee let me Gaze No Angel in a Sphere Doth sing so sweet and cleer His heavenly Hallelujah to Heavens ear I prethee let me Hear Thy breathing doth excel The Ayr where Roses dwel All pestilential peril 't will expel I prethee let me Smell Upon thy Lip is plac'd Prevention for a Fast 'T is so Divine a Julip I shall last For ever if I Tast. Although thy heart is steel Each Limb from Head to Heel Is soft as Down that fals from Arachne's Wheel I prethee let me Feel Give Ear unto my moan Let me no longer groan Surprize me with thy Senses one by one Or I shall lose my own Solitude POor Swain thou must repair Where neither Ear nor Eye Thy sad Laments can over-hear or spye Into some silent Ayr That kindly entertains Thy sighes and with no Eccho mocks thy pains Since thy Clarinda scornfully professes She cannot chuse but laugh at thy distresses Blest be thou Solitude That to thy Cypress Grove Invites the Melancholy soul of Love No murmur shall intrude No flattr'ing Winde invade To spoyl the happy quiet of thy shade Here will I sit and Venus Son importune To torture her that laughs at my misfortune Kinde Cupid bend thy Bow And with thy keenest shaft Transfix her brest that glories in her craft Shoot home that there may flow From her obdurate heart A Stream to drench the feathers of thy Dart That when like me her flame she cannot smother We both may love and laugh at one another Eliza and Alexis a Dialogue Eliz. WOrthy Shepherd cast thy Eyes Here thy scorn'd Eliza lies And without thy Love she dies I prethee then draw near me Alex. Oh! no fly away I never more will hear thee Faithless Shepherdess I flie 'Cause I fear to cast an Eye In thy Love doth Ruine lie I may no more mistake thee Eliz. Ay me I 'm undone My Shepherd will for sake me What though I have gone astray Wilt thou work my Lifes decay Prethee do not turn away But once more come and chear me Alex. Oh! no fly away thou never shalt come near me Didst thou onely go astray When thou wrought'st my Love's decay And my Life thou wouldst betray What Answer canst thou make me El. Ay me I 'm undone my Shepherd will forsake me I will help to fold thy Sheep And my self in Garlands keep I will watch whilest thou dost sleep No Danger shall come near thee Alex. Oh! no fly away I never more will hear thee Thou shalt nere come nigh my Sheep Least thy Magick work so deep That they devour me in my Sleep When none are near to wake me El. Ay me I 'm undone My Shepherd will forsake me Dost remember how by slight Thou mad'st me thy Quarrell fight In hope to have me kill'd out-right By Sheep-hooks in a Duell El. Sweet Shepherd now forget or thou wilt be too cruel This is onely thy pretence That I may be banish'd hence Prethee pardon one offence I never more will grieve thee Al. Dear Danger get thee gone I never will believe thee El. I will rob the choisest Bowers To make Coronets of Flowers Merrily we 'll spend the howers And thou shalt be my Shepherd A. Sweet Syren get thee hence thou 'rt spotted as a Leopard If thou dost but touch a Bowre Guilt will all the place deflowre Thy very smelling doth devour And I shall ne'r be merry Eliz. Deer Shepheard take my life my soul is sick and weary The Adulteress WHo would have thought Luxuria when Thy choise made me the best of Men Thou could'st contrive my life's decay And wound that heart which once did pay A price for thine What Souls have they That do with tears betray Thou didst petition me with Prayers With blubber'd Eyes and torn Hairs That both our Hearts might joyn in one Thou wert so full of melting mone For fear thy life should be o'rethrown I did destroy my own Yet she that then did so profess Faith Truth and Love knows nothing less But all her Bloud with poyson flows For in the Bride-bed where the Rose And Violets did their sweets disclose Henbane and Hemlock grows Such Woes are only known in Hell My Love had never paralel And how I hate no tongue can tell That were the World from women free As 't was at first my soul should flee Her salt societie I would embrace a Body first By Brothels twenty Winters Nurst And all the plagues compleatly curs'd Whose mortifying breath at ten Miles distance might destroy strong men Ere we would meet agen Add to my Life ten thousand years With health and treasure free from fears I would not have them to be Hers Nay should afflicting Furies frame A fire and force me to my shame I 'de wallow in the flame The Comparison Fond Love that blinded Boy So many keeps in Bands Is like the Cold and Christiall Ice In wanton Childrens hands Which though it hurt their tender joynts It so delights their Eie Although they seem to let it fall They hold it fast and
where I shall lie As much indebted to your Charitie This is the way to have God's Curse to sink ye But is't the way to have your Money think ye VVill it not make your very Souls to quake VVhen I shall ask ye Bread for the Lord's sake An hundred hungry Christians likewise lie And you must make me keep um Company Have Patience pray if ye do chance to die Before y' are paid I le write your Elegie And such a serious one void of all Flashes That shall revive ye when your Tomb 's turn'd Ashes I le make your Names to Men sweeter than Spices VVho else would curse ye for your young beirs vices But what 's all this to Money 't will not pierce Your greedy Mindes you 'll not be paid in Verse Nor yet in Prose I see you hold it sweeter To have your Debt in Money than in Meeter VVhy ye shall ha 't Nay do not thank me prey Not yet I mean you know there is a Day Shall pay for all and then kinde curteous Men In every Hundred I le allow ye Ten Why now your Looks plead pitty ye shall see The blessings I have kept in store for ye Blessings that shall prevail beyond your Purses And free ye from Tom Randolphs witty Curses May all your Wives turn honest and your Mothers And waste your wealth no more on younger Bro I wish a blessing upon all your Seed ther 's May all your Children learn to write and reade And cast Account well which in vulgar sence Is to dispose your Pounds Shillings and Pence May they to Riot never be inclin'd Or to the female Gender give their Minde But if it happen so they needs must turn Their Mindes to carefull Marriage or else burn Let them in Heavens name wed and never cease To be laborious for the Worlds increase And though you nere were any I wish then Their Children may be Sons of Gentlemen Have all their Carriage lie in the French Roade To wear their Gloaths Gentile and Al le mode These and such other Blessings sure will stay ye 'Las these may come to pass yet ere I pay ye The Eccho's Oracle an Eclogue betwixt Melancholicus and Aulicus Mel. REport relates that in this Forrest lies Hid in mysterious Concavities A famous Eccho she they say that is Recorded in the Metamorphosis Aul. 'T is said she is Oraculous and can By a most queint Reflexion give a Man Such Answer to his Question that affords Another Sense extracted from his Words Mel. Prethee let 's try what shall we ask Aul. No matter What ask her any thing Mel. Why then have at her I le whisper first Mysterious Mother thou That mock'st the bleating Lamb and lowing Cow Or any sound that doth thy Cavern pass Hearken Aul. Unto the braying of an Ass. Mel. Prethee be silent Aul. Prethee speak in season Ask her who shall be King Mel. No no that 's Treason She dares not answer Aul. Why She need not fear For an whole Army cannot wound the Air Mel. What Heir Aul. Air of this Forrest Mel. Yes they may Cleave it with fire Aul. She 'll be as fierce as they Besides she is so able to retort Do what they can she 'll give the last Report Mel. She 's very old I le ask her if she know Acts that were done a thousand years ago Tell me Great Eccho where with such high fury Did Christ receive his Injury Eccho In Iury Mel. A perfect Oracle She that so well VVith direct Readiness things past can tell Knows something yet to come I am on fire 'Till I hear more of this Now do you try her Aul. Come Eccho say what 's a more monstrous Evil Then we have read in Mandevil Eccho Man-Devil Aul. VVhat are those men that Faction so inspires To be our Churches Edifiers Eccho Fiers Aul. What did they think of our Comunion-table VVhen they were so un-affable Eccho A Fable Mel. Thou knew'st the Jews i th' days of great Herodias Will Scotchmen be Commodious Eccho Becom odious But if our Persons in their power fall VVill they prove Rational Ecch. Prove rash on all Aul. How can they be our Commonwealths deflourers They were our Peace-Endeavourers Eccho Devourers Mel. Peace is pure sweetness though we care not for her VVhat is their due that do abhor her Eccho Horror Aul. Come come I 'le ask no more for she affords Nothing but by advantage of our Words Let us depart 't is likely we can finde Little to do that wanton with the VVinde No prethee stay I have two questions more To ask and I have done Aul. Prethee give o're Mel. A Lady loves me Eccho shall I chuse her To be my Mistress or refuse her Eccho Use her Mel. I call her Dear and she stiles me her Hony VVhat can be greater Harmony Eccho Her mony Mel. VVhil'st that is lasting I will ne'r forsake her If thou wilt have me undertake her Eccho Take her Aul. This is meer humour and indeed no more Then what is daily practiz'd for before Some do propound those thoughts that do disease um They angle for such Answers as may please um And do commit unto the Hearers trust The charge of pleasing not of being just So a weak Prince and Parasites accord He asks is't well They answer Well my Lord A Bill of Love BE 't known to all men by these Presents I Franck Wild-love late of Infidelity i th' County of Inconstant Gentleman Acknowledge with the greatest zeal I can My self to ow and be indebted to Maria Eair-chast Virgin late of True i th' County of Credulity the Summ Of my Affections and to tender um Upon her first Demand to which I binde My Body Heart Life Soul in this most kinde And amorous Obligation such a Debt No Heirs nor yet Executors are set To see discharg'd but onely He that owes Must pay or the fair Creditor must lose Dated the one and twentieth year o th' Reign Of Cupid King of Hearts our Sovereign Witness the Cherubims and Common-weal Of Angels here I fix my Hand and Seal Fr. Wildlove A Farewell to his worthy Friend Mr John Curling upon his Voyage to the Indies IF I were more enamor'd with thy sight Than with thy safety I should much invite Thy stay in England and dissuade thee from Those motives which divert thy feet from home But since I see the sullen Wars increase And sad Destruction mortifie our Peace I do applaud thy Providence and pray That thy Negotiations Night and Day May prove propitious thou I hope wilt finde Though amongst Heathen Spirits more inclin'd Unto Humanity then some that here Usurp the name of Christians May the cleer Beams of divine Protection ever dwell In all the Good you can attempt Farewell The Pursuit betwixt Claraphil and Clarinda Clarinda AY me flie me not Good faith I do mean no harm I am out of breath Support me from death With thy all-curing Arm Alas I faint My tyring Limbs do tremble Then