Love To my honoured Friend and Kinsman R. St. Esquire IT shall not grieve me friend though what I write Be held no wit at Court If I delight So farre my sullen Genius as to raise It pleasure I have money wine and bayes Enough to crowne me Poet. Let those wits Who teach their Must the art of Parasies To win on easiâ— greatnesse or the yoâ—gue Spruce Lawyer who 's all impudence and tongue Sweat to divulge their fames thereby the one Gets sees the other hyre l'em best unknowne Sweet silence I embrace thee and thee Fate Which didst my birth so wisely moderate That I by want am neither vilified Nor yet by riches flatter'd into pride Resolve me friend for it must folly be Or else revenge 'gainst niggard Destinie That makes some Poets raile Why are their times So steept in gall Why so obrayde the times As if no sin call'd downe heav'ns vengeance more Then cause the world leaves some few writers poore T is true that Chapmans reverend ashes must Lye rudely mingled with the vulgar dust Cause carefull heyers the wealthy onely have To build a glorious trouble o're the grave Yet doe I not despaire some one may be So seriously devout to Poesie As to translate his reliques and finde roome In the warme Church to build him up a tombe Since Spencer hath a Stone and Draytons browes Stand petrefied i th' wall with Laurell bowes Yet girt about and nigh wise Henries herse Old Chaucer got a Marble for his verse So courteous is Death Death Poets brings So high a pompe to lodge them with their Kings Yet still they mutiny If this man please His silly Patron with Hyperboles Or most mysterious non-sence give â—is braine But the strapado in some wanton straine Hee 'le sweare the State lookes not on men of parts And if but mention'd slight all other Arts. Vaine ostentation Let us set so just A rate on knowledge that the world may trust The Poets Sentence and not still aver Each Art is to it selfe a flatterer I write to you Sir on this theame because Your soule is cleare and you observe the lawes Of Poesie so justly that I chuse Yours onely the example to my muse And till my brownes haire be mixt with gray Without a blush I le tread the sportive way My Muse directs A Poet youth may be But age doth dote without Philosophie To the World The Perfection of Love YOu who are earth and cannot rise Above your sence Boasting the envyed wealth which lyes Bright in your Mistris lips or eyes Betray a pittyed eloquence That which doth joyne our soules so light And quicke doth move That like the Eagle in his flight It doth tâ—â—nscend all humane sight Lost in the element of Love You Poets reach not this who sing The praise of dust But kneaded when by theft you bring The rose and Lilly from the Spring T' adorne the wrinckled face of lust When we speake Love nor art nor wiâ— We glosse upon Our soules engender and beget Ideas which you counterfeit In your dull progagation While Time seven ages shall disperse Wee 'le talke of Love And when our tongues hold no commerse Our thoughts shall mutually converse And yet the blood no rebell prove And though we be of severall kind Fit for offence Yet are we so by Love refin'd From impure drosse we are all mind Death could not more have conquer'd sence How suddenly those flames expire Which scorch our clay Prometâ—eas-like when we steale fire From heaven 't is endlesle and intire It may know age but not decay To the Winter WHy dost thou looke so pale decripit man Why doe thy cheeks curle like the Ocean Into such furrowes Why dost thou appeare So shaking like an ague to the yeare The Sunse is gone But yet Castara stayes And will adde stature to thy Pigmy dayes Warme moysture to thy veynes her smile can bring Thee the sweet youth and beauty of the Spring Hence with thy Pâ—lsie then and on thy head Weare flowrie chaplets as a bridegroome led To th' holy Fane Banish thy aged ruth That Virgins may admire and court thy youth And the approaching Sunne when she shall finde A Spring without him fall since uselesse blinde Upon a visit to CASTARA in the Night T' Was Night when Phoebe guided by thy rayes Chaste as my zeale with incence of her praise I humbly crept to my Castara's shrine But oh my fond mistake for there did shine A noone of beauty with such lustre crown'd As shewd mong th' impious onely night is found It was her eyes which like two Diamonds shin'd Brightest i th' dark Like which could th' Indian find But one among his rocks he would out vie In brightnesse all the Diamonds of the Skie But when her lips did opeâ— the Phoenix nest Breath'd forth her odours where might love once feast Hee 'd loath his heauenly furfets if we dare Affirme love hath a heaven without my faire To CASTARA Of the chastity of his Love WHy would you blush Castara when the name Of love you heare who never felt his flame i th' shade of melancholly night doth stray A blind Cymmerian banisht from the day Let 's chastly love Castara and not soyle This Virgin lampe by powring in the oyle Of impure thoughts O let us sympathize And onely talke i th' language of our eyes Like two starres inconjunction But beware Left th' Angels who of love compacted are Viewing how chastly burnes thy zealous fire Should soaâ—ch thee hence to joyne thee to their quire Yet take thy flight on earth for surely we So joyn'd in heaven cannot divided be The Description Of CASTARA LIke the Violet which alone Prospers in some happy shade My Castara lives unknowne To no looser eye betray'd For shee 's to her selfe untrue Who delights i th' publicke view Such is her beauty as no arts Have enricht with borrowed grace Her high birth no pride imparts For she blushes in her place Folly boasts a glorious blood She is noblest being good Cautious she knew never yet What a wanton courtship meant Not speaks loud to boast her wit In her silence eloquent Of her selfe survey she takes But 'tweene men no difference makes She obeyes with speedy will Her grave Parents wise commands And so innocent that ill She nor acts nor understands Womens feet runne still astray If once to ill they know the way She sailes by that rocke the Court Where oft honour splits her mast And retir'dnesse thinks the port Where her fame may anchor cast Vertue safely cannot sit Where vice is enthron'd for wit She holds that dayes pleasure best Where sinne waits not on delight Without maske or ball or feast Sweetly spends a winters night O're that darknesse whence is thrust Prayer and sleepe oft governs lust She her throne makes reason climbe While wild passions captive lie And each article of time Her pure thoughts to heaven flie All her vowes religious be And her love she vowes to me FINIS
never action worth my name approve Which serv'd not thee Nor did we ere contâ—nd But who should be best pattâ—râ—e of a friend Who read thee praise thy fancie and admire Thee burning with so high and pure a fire As reaches heaven it selfe But I who know Thy soule religious to her ends where grow No siâ—nes by art or custome boldly can Stile thee more than good Poët a good man Then let thy temples shake off vulâ—ar bayes Th' hast â—uilt an Altar which enshrines â—hy praise And to the faith of after time commends Yee the best paire of lovers us of friends GEORGE TALâ—OT A Mistris IS the fairest treasure the avarice of Love can covet and the onely white at which he shootes his arrowes nor while his aime is noble can he ever hit upon repentance She is chaste for the devill enters the Idoll and gives the Oracle when wantonnesse possesseth beauty and wit maintaines it lawfull She is as faire as Nature intended her helpt perhaps to a more pleasing grace by the sweetnesse of education not by the slight of Art She is young for a woman past the delicacie of her spring may well move by vertue to respect never by beauty to affection Shee is innocent even from the knowledge of siâ—ne for vice is too strong to be wrastled with and gives her frailty the foyle She is not proude though the amorous youth interpret her modestie to that sence but in her vertue weares so much Majestie lust dares not rebell nor though masqued under the pretence of love capitulate with her She entertaines not every parley offer'd although the Articles pretended to her advantage advice and her owne feares restraine her and woman never owed ruine to too much caution She glories not in the plurality of servants a multitude of adorers heaven can onely challeng and it is impietie in her weakenesse to desire superstition from many She is deafe to the whispers of love and even on the marriage houre can breake off without the least suspition of scandall to the former liberty of her carriage She avoydes a too neere conversation with man and like the Parthian overcomes by flight Her language is not copious but apposit and she had rather suffer the reproach of being dull company than have the title of Witty with that of Bold and Wanton In her carriage she is sober and thinkes her youth expresseth life enough without the giddy motion fashion of late hath taken up She danceth to the best applause but doates not on the vanity of it nor licenceth an irregular meeting to vaunt the levity of her skill She sings but not perpetually for she knowes silence in woman is the most perswading oratory She never arriv'd to so much familiarity with man as to know the demunitive of his name and call him by it and she can show a competent favour without yeelding her hand to his gripe Shee never understood the language of a kisse but at salutation nor dares the Courtier use so much of his practised impudence as to offer the rape of it from her because chastity hath write it unlawfull and her behaviour proclaimes it unwelcome She is never sad and yet not jiggish her conscience is cleere from guilt and that secures her from sorrow She is not passionately in love with poetry because it softens the heart too much to love but she likes the harmony in the Composition and the brave examples of vertue celebrated by it she proposeth to her imitation She is not vaine in the history of her gay kindred â—r acquaintance since vertue is often tenant â—o a cottage and familiarity with greatnesse if worth be not transcendant above the title is but a glorious servitude fooles onely are willing to suffer She is not ambitious to be prais'd and yet vallues death beneath infamy And I le conclude though the next sinod of Ladies condemne this character as an heresie broacht by a Precision that onely she who hath as great a share in vertue as in beauty deserves a noble love to serve her and a free Poesie to speake her To CASTARA A Sacrifice LET the chaste Phoenix from the flowry East Bring the sweete treasure of her perfum'd nest As incense to this Altar where the name Of my Castara's grav'd by th' hand of fame Let purer Virgins to redeeme the aire From loose infection bring their zealous prayer T' assist at this great feast where they shall see What rites Love offers up to Chastity Let all the amorous Youth whose faire desire Felt never warmth but from a noble fire Bring hither their bright flâmes which here shall shine As Tapers fixt about Custara's sâ—rine While I the Priest my untam'd heart surprise And in this Temple mak 't her sacrifice To CASTARA Praying I Saw Castara pray and from the skie A winged legion of bright Angel flie To catch his vowes for feare her Vrgin prayer Might chance to mingle with impurer aire To vulgar eyes the sacred truth I write May seeme a fancie But the Eagles sight Of Saints and Pâ—ets miracles oft view Which to dull Heretikes appeare untrue Faire zeale begets such wonders O divine And purest beauty let me thee enshrine In my devoted soule and from thy praise T' enrich my garland pluck religious Bayes Shine thou the starre by which my thoughts shall move Best subject of my pen Queene of my love To Roses in the bosome of CASTARA YEE blushing Virgins happie are In the chaste Nunn'ry of her brests For hee 'd prophane so chaste a faire Who ere should call them Cupids nests Transplanted thus how bright yee grow How rich a perfume doe yee yeeld In some close garden Cowslips so Are sweeter then i th' open field In those white Cloysters live secure From the rude blasts of wanton breath Each houre more innocent and pure Till you shall wither into death Then that which living gave you roome Your glorious sepulcher shall be There wants no marble for a tombe Whose brest hath marble beene to me To CASTARA A Uow BY those chaste lamps which yeeld a silent light so the cold Vrnes of Virgins By that night Which guilty of no crime doth onely heare The Vowes of recluse Nuâ—s and th' Au'thrits prayer And by thy chaster selfe My fervent zeale Like mountaine yâ—e which the North winds congeale To purest Christall feeles no wanton fire But as the humble Pilgrim whose desire Blest in Christs cottage view by Angels hands Transported from sad Bethlem wondring stands At the great miracle So I at thee Whose beauty is the shrine of chastity Thus my bright Muse in a new orbe shall move And even teach Religion how to love To CASTARA Of his being in Love VVHere am I not in Heaven for oh I feele The Stone of Sisiphus Ixions wheele And all those tortures Poets by their wine Made judges laid on Tant â—lus are mine Nor yet am I in hell for still I stand Though giddy in my passion on firme land And still
be interr'd so neere her eye Who would feare the sword to have Such an Alabaster grave O're which two bright â—apers burne To give light to the beauteous Vine At the first Castara smil'd Thinking Cupid her beguil'd Onely coâ—nterfeiting death But when she perceiv'd his breath Quite expir'd the mournefull Girle To entoâ—be the boy in Pearle Wept so long till pittious Iove From the ashes of this Love Made ten thousand Cupids rise But confin'd them to her eyes Where they yet to shew they lacke No due sorrow still we are blacke But the blacks so glorious are Which they mouâ—ne in that the faire Quires of starres looke pale and â—â—et Seeing themselves out shin'd by jet To Fame FLy on thy swiftest wing ambitious Fame And speake to the cold North Castara's name Which very breath will like the East wind bring The temp'rate warmth and musicke of the Spring Then from the Articke to th' Antarticke Pole Haste nimbly and inspire a gentler soule By naming her â—th ' torrid South that he May milde as Zephorâ—â— coole whispers be Nor let the West where heaven already joynes The vastest Empire and the wealthiest Mines Nor th' East in pleasures wanton her condemne For not distributing her gifts on them For she with want would have her bounty meete Loves noble charity is so discreete A Dialogue betweene ARAPHILL and CASTARA ARAPH DOst not thou Castara read Am'rous volumes in my eyes Doth not every motion plead What I 'de shew and yet disguise Sences act each others part Eyes as tongues reveale the heart CAST. I saw love as lightning breake From thy eyes and was content Oft to heare thy silence speake Silent love is eloquent So the sence of learning heares The dumbe musicke of the Spheares ARAPH Then there 's mercy in your kinde Listning to an unfain'd love Or strives he to tame the wind Who would your compassion move No y' are pittious as y 're faire Heaven relents o'recome by prayer CAST. But loose man too prodigall Is in the expence of vowes And thinks to him kingdomes fall When the heart of woman bowes Frailty to your armes may yeeld Who resists you wins the field ARAPH Triumph not to see me bleede Let the Bore chaâ—ed from his den On the wounds of mankinde feede Your soft sexe should pitty men Malice well may practise Art Love hath a transparent heart CAST. Yet is love all one deceit A warme frâ—st a frozen fire She within her selfe is great Who is sâ—ave to no desire Let youth act and age advise And then love may finde his eyes ARAPH Hymens torch yeelds a dim light When ambition joynes our hands A proud day but mournefull night She sustaines who marries lands Wealth slaves man but for their Ore Th' Indians had beene free though poore CAST. And yet wealth the fuell is Which maintaines the nuptiallfire And in honour there 's a blisse Th' are immortall who aspire But truth sayes no joyes are sweete But where hearts united meete ARAPH Roses breath not such a sent To persume the neighb'ring groves As when you affirme content In no spheare of glory moves Glory narrow soules combines Noble hearts Love onely joynes To CASTARA Intending a journey into the Countrey WHy haste you hence Castara can the earth Aglorious mother in her â—lowry birth Shew Lillies like thy brow Can she disclose In emulation of thy cheeke a Rose Sweete as thy blush upon thy selfe then set Iust value and scorne it thy counterfeit The Spring 's still with thee But perhaps the field Not warm'd with thy approach wants force to yeeld Her tribute to the Plough O rather let Th' ingratefull earth for ever be in debt To th' hope of sweating industry than we Should starve with cold who have no heat but thee Nor feare the publike good Thy eyes can give A life to all who can deserve to live Vpon CASTARA'S departure I Am engag'd to sorrow and my heart Feeles a distracted rage Though you depart And leave me to my feares let love in spite Of absence our divided soules unite But you must goe The melancholy Doves Draw Venus chariot hence The sportive Loves Which wont to wanton here hence with you flye And like false friends forsake me when I dye For but a walking tombe what can he be Whose best of life is forc't to part with thee To CASTARA Vpon a trembling kisse at departure TH' Arabian wind whose breathing gently blows Purple to th' Violet blushes to the Rose Did never yeeld â—n odour rich as this Why are you then so thrifty of a kisse Authoriz'd even by custome Why doth feare So tremble on your lip my lip being neare Thinke you I parting with so sad a zeale Will act so blacke a mischiefe as to steale Thy Roses thence And they by this device Transplanted somewhere else force Paradice Or else you feare lest you should my heart skip Vp to my mouth t' incounter with your lip Might rob me of it and be judg'd in this T' have Iudas like betraid me with a kisse In CASTARA Looking backe at her departing LOoke backe Castara From thy eye Let yet more flaming arrowes flye To live is thus to burne and dye For what might glorious hope desire But that thy selfe as I expire Should bring both death and funerall fire Distracted Love shall grieve to see Such zeale in death For feare lest he Himselfe should be consum'd in me And gathering up my ashes weepe That in his teares he then may steepe And thus embâlm'd as reliques keepe Thitheâ— let lovers pilgrims turne And the loose flames in which they burne Give up aâ— offâ—rings to my Vrne That them the vertue of my shrine By miracle so long refine Till they prove innocent as mine Vpon CASTARA'S absence T' Is madnesse to give Physicke to the dead Then leave me friends Yet haply you 'd here read A lecture but I 'le not dissected be T' instruct your Art by my anatomie But still you trust your sense sweare you discry No difference in me All 's deceit o th' eye Some spirit hath a body fram'd in th' ayâ—e Like mine which he doth to delude you weare Else heaven by miracle makes me survive My selfe to keepe in me poore Love alive But I am dead yet lâ—t none question where My best part rests and with a sigh or teare Prophane â—he Pompe when they my corps interre My soule imparâ—dis'd for 't is with her To CASTARA Complaining her absence in the Country THe lesser people of the ayre conspire To keepe thee from me Philomel with higher And sweeter noteâ— wooes thee to weepe her rape Which would appease the gods change her shape The early Larke preferring 'fore soft rest Oâ—sequious duty leaves his downy nest And doth to thee harmoniâ—us tribute pay Expecting from thy eyes the breake of day From which the Owle is frighted and doth rove As never having felt the warmth of love In uncouth vaults and the chill shades of night Not biding the bright lustre
behold the seasons of the yeare Springs in my hope and Winters in my feare And sure I 'me 'bove the earth Fâ—r th' highest star Shoots beames but dim to what Castara's are And in her sight and favour I even shine In a bright orbe beyond the Christalline If then Castara I in Heaven nor move Nor Earth nor Hell where am I but in Love To my honoured Friend Mr. E. P. NOt still i th' shine of Kings Thou dost retire Sometime to th' Holy shade where the chaste quire Of Muses doth the stubborne Panther awe And give the wildenesse of â—is nature law The wind his chariot stops Th' attentive rocke The rigor doth of its creation mocke And gently melts away Argus to heare The musicke turnes each eye into an eare To welcome thee Endyâ—ion glorious they Triumph to force thâ—se creatures disobey What nature hath enacted But no charme The Muses have these monsters can disarme Of their in nated rage No spell can tame The North-winds fury but Castara's name Climbe yonder forked hill and see if there i th' barke of every Daphne not appeare Castara written And so markt by me How great a Prophet growes each Virgin tree Lie downe and listen what the sacred spring In her harmonious murmures strives to sing To th' neighb'ring banke ere her loose waters erre Through common channels sings she not of her Behold yond' violet which such honour gaines That growing but to emulate her veines It 's azur'd like the skie when she doth bow T' invoke Castara heaven perfumes her vow The trees the water and the flowers adore The Deity of her sâ—x and through each pore Breath forth her glories But unquiet love To make thy passions so uncourtly prove As if all eares should heare her praise alone Now listen thou Edymion sings his owne To CASTARA DOe not their prophane Orgies heare Who but to wealth no alâ—ars reare The soule 's oft poys'ned through the eare Castara rather seeke to dwell i th' silence of a private cell Riâ—h discontent's a glorious hell Yet Hiâ—dlip doth not want extent Of roome though not magnificent To give free welcome to content There shalt thou see the earely Spring That wealthy stocke of nature bring Of which the Sybils bookes did sing From fruitlesse Palmes shall honey flow Anâ— baâ—ren Winter Harvest show While Lillies in his bosome grow No North winde shall the corne infest But thâ— soft spirit of the East Our sent with perfum'd banquets feast A Sâ—tyre here and there shall trip In hope to purchase leave to sip Sweete Nectar from a Fairies lip The Nimphs with quivers shall adorne Then active sides and rouse the morne With the shrill musicke of their horne Wakenâ—d with which and vievving thee Faire Daphne her faire selfe shall free From the chaste prison of a tree And with Narâ—lssuâ— to thy face Who humbly will ascribe all grace Shall once againe pursue the chase So they whose wisdome did discusse Of these as fictions shall in us Finde they were more then fabulous To CASTARA Softly singing to her selfe SIng forth sweete Cherubin for we have choice Of reasons in thy beauty and thy voyce To name thee so and scarce appeare prophane Sing forth that while the orbs celestiall straine To eccho thy sweete note our humane eares May then receive the Musicke of the Spheares But yet take heede lest if the Swans of Thames That adde harmonious pleasure to the streames o th' sudden heare thy well-divided breath Should listen and in silence welcome death And ravisht Nightingales striving too high To â—each thee in the emulation dye And thus there will be left no bird to sing Farewell to th' Waters welcome to the Spring To a Wanton IN vaine faire sorcerâ—sse thy eyes speake charmes In â—aine thou mak'st loose circles with thy armes I 'me 'bove thy spels No magicke him can move In whom Castara hath inspir'd her love As she keepe thou strict cent'nell o're thy eare Lest it the whispers of sofâ— Courtiers heare Reade not his raptures whose invention must Write journey worke both for his Patrons lust And his owne plush let no admirer feast His eye o th' nâ—ked banquet of thy brest If this faire president nor yet my wâ—nt Of love to answer thine make thee recant Thy sorc'ries Pity shall to justice tâ—rne And judge thee witch in thy owne flames to burne To the Honourable my much honoured friend R. B. Esquire WHile you dare trust the loudest tongue of fame The zeale you beare your Mistâ—esse to proclaim To th' talking world I in the silenst grove Scarce to my selfe dare whisper that I loâ—e Thee titles Brud'nell riches thee adorne And vigorous youth to vice not headlong borne By th' tide of custome Which I value more Thâ—n what blind superstitious fooles adore Who greatnâ—ssâ— in the chaire of blissâ— enthrone Greatnesse we borrow Verâ—ue is oâ—r owne In thy attempt be prosperouâ— and when ere Thou shalt prefix the houre May Hymâ—n weare His bâ—ightest robe where some fam'd Persian shall Worke by the wonder of her needle all The nupâ—iâ—ll joyes which if we Poets be True Propheis bounteous heaven designes foâ— thee I envie not but glory in thy fate While in the narrow limits of my state I bâ—und my hopes Which if Castara daigne Once to entitle heâ—s the wealthiest graine My earth untild shall beare my trees shall grone Vnder their fruiâ—full burthen and at one And the same season Nature forth shall bring Riches of Aâ—tumne pleasures of the Spring But digge and thou shalt finde a purer Mine Then th' Inâ—ians boast Taste of this generous Vine And her blood sweeter will than Nectar prove Such miracles wait on a noble love Bâ—t should she scorne my suite I 'le â—rend that path Which none but some sad Fairy beaten hath There force wrong'd Philomel hearing my mâ—ne To â—igh my greater griefes forget her owne To CASTARA Inquiring why I loved her WHy doth the stubborne iron prove So gentle to th magnetique stone How know you that the orbs doe move With musicke too since heard of none And I will answer why I love 'T is not thy vertues each a starre Which in thy soules bright spheare doe shine Shooting their beauties from a farre To make each gazers heart like thine Our vertues often Meteoâ—s are 'T is not thy face I cannot spie When Poëts weepe some Virgins death That Cupid wantons in her eye Or perfumes vapour from her breath And 'mongst the dead thou once must lie Nor is 't thy birth For I was ne're So vaine as in that to delight Which ballance it no weight doth beare Nor yet 〈◊〉 objâ—ct to the sighâ— But onely fils the vulgar eare Nor yet thy fortunes Since I know They in their motion like the Sea Ebbe from the good to the impious flow And so in flattery betray That raising they but overthrow And yet these attributes might prove Fuell enough t'enflame desire But there was something from above Shot without reasons guide this
May in its motion grow irregular The Sunne forget to yeeld his welcome flame To th' teeming earth yet she remaine the same And in my armes if Poets may divine I once that world of beauty shall intwine And on â—er lips print volumes of my love Without a froward checke and sweetely move i th' Labyrinth of delight If not I le draw Her picture on my heart and gently thaw With warmth of zeale untill I heaven entreat To give true life to th' ayery counterfeit Eccho to Narcissus In praise of CASTARA'S discreete Love SCâ—rn'd in thy watry Vrne Naâ—cissus lye Thou shalt not force more tribute from my eye T' increase thy streames or make me weep a showre To adde fresh beauty to thee now a flowre But should relenting heaven restore thee sence To see such wisedome temper innocence In faire Castara's loves how shee discreet Makes causion with a noble freedome meete At the same moment thou ld'st confesse fond boy Fooles onely thinke them vertuous who are coy And wonder not that I who have no choyce Of speech have praysing her so free a voyce Heaven her severest sentence doth repeale When to Castara I would speake my zeale To CASTARA Being debarr'd her presence BAnisht from you I charg'd the nimble winde My unseene Messenger to speake my minde In am'rous whispers to you But my Muse Lest the unruly spirit should abuse The trust repos'd in him sayd it was due To her alone to sing my loves to you Heare her then speake Bright Lady from whose eye Shot lightning to his heart who joyes to dye A martyr in your flames O let your love Be great and firme as his Then nought shall move Your setled faiths that both may grow together Or if by Fate divided both may wither Harke 't was a groane Ah how sad absence rends His troubled thoughts See he from Marlow sends His eyes to Seymors Then chides th' envious trees And unkinde distance Yet his fancie sees And courts your beauty joyes as he had cleav'd Close to you and then weepes because deceiv'd Be constant as y' are faire For I fore-see A glorious triumph waits o' th victorie Your love will purchase shewing us to prize A true content There onely Love hath eyes To Seymors The house in which CASTARA lived BLest Temple haile where the Chast Altar stands Which Nature built but the exacter hands Of Vertue polisht Though sad Fate deny My prophane feete accesse my vowes shall flye May those Musitians which divide the ayre With their harmonious breath their flight prepare For this glad place and all their accents frame To teach the Eccho my Castara's name The beautious troopes of graces led by love In chaste attempts possesse the neighb'ring grove Where may the Spring dwell still May every tree Turne to a Laurell and propheticke be Which shall in its first Oracle divine That courteous Fate decrees Castara mine To the Dew In hope to see CASTARA walking BRight Dew which dost the field adorne As th' earth to welcome in the morne Would hang a jewell on each corne Did not the pittious night whose eares Have oft beene conscious of my feares Distill you from her eyes as teares Or that Castara for your zeale When she her beauties shall reveale Might you to Dyamonds congeale If not your pity yet how ere Your care I praise 'gainst she appeare To make the wealthy Indies here But see she comes Bright lampe o th' skie Put out thy light the world shall spie A fairer Sunne in either eye And liquid Pearle hang heavie now On every grasse that it may bow In veneration of her brow Yet if the wind should curious be And were I here should question thee Hee 's full of whispers speake not me But if the busie tell-tale day Our happy enterview betray Lest thou confesse too melt away To CASTARA STay under the kinde shadow of this tree Castara and protect thy selfe and me From the Sunnes rayes Which shew the grace of Kings A dangerous warmth with too much favour brings How happy in this shade the humble Vine Doth 'bout some taller tree her selfe intvvine And so growes fruitefull teaching us her fate Doth beare more sweetes though Cedars beare more state Behold Adonis in yand ' purple flowre T' was Venus love That dew the briny showre His coynesse wept while strugling yet alive Now he repents and gladly would revive By th' vertue of your chaste powerfull charmes To play the modest wanton in your armes To CASTARA Ventring to walke too farre in the neighbouring wood DAre not too farre Castara for the shade This courteous thicket yeeld hath man betray'd A prey to wolves to the wilde powers o th' wood Oft travellers pay tribute with their blood If carelesse of thy selfe of me take care For like a ship where all the fortunes are Of an advent'rous merchant I must be If thou should'st perish banquerout in thee My feares have mockt me Tygers when they shall Behold so bright a face will humbly fall In adoration of thee Fierce they are To the deform'd obsequious to the faire Yet venter not t is nobler farre to sway The heart of man than beasts who man obey Vpon CASTARA'S departure VOwes are vaine No suppliant breath Stayes the speed of swift-hâ—el'd death Life with her is gone and I Learne but a new way to dye See the flowers condole and all Wither in my funerall The bright Lilly as if day Parted with her fades away Violets hang their heads and lose All their beauty That the Rose A sad part in sorrow beares Witnesse all those dewy teares Which as Pearle or Dyamond like Swell upon her blushing checke All things mourne but oh behold How the withered Marigold Closeth up now she is gone Iudging her the setting Sunne A Dialogue betweene NIGHT and ARAPHIL NIGHT. LEt silence close thy troubled eyes Thy feare in Lethe steepe The starres bright cent'nels of the skies Watch to secure thy sleepe ARAPH The Norths unruly spirit lay In the disorder'd Seas Make the rude Winter calme as May And give a lover ease NIGHT. Yet why should feare with her pale charmes Bewitch thee so to griefe Since it prevents n'insuing harmes Nor yeelds the past reliefe ARAPH And yet such horror I sustaine As the sad vessell when Rough tempests have incenst the Maine Her Harbor now in ken NIGHT. No conquest weares a glorious wreath Which dangers not obtaine Let tempests 'gainst the shipwracke breathe Thou shalt thy harbour gaine ARAPH Truths Delphos doth not still foretâ—ll Though Sol th' inspirer be How then should night as blind as hell Ensuing truths fore-see NIGHT. The Sunne yeelds man no constant flame One light those Priests inspires While I though blacke am still the same And have ten thousand fires ARAPH But those sayes my propheticke feare As funerall torches burne While thou thy selfe the blackes dost weare T' attend me to my Vrne NIGHT. Thy feares abuse thee for those lightâ— In Hymens Church shall shine When he by
th' mystery of his rites Shall make Castara thine To the Right Honourable the Lady E. P. YOur judgement 's cleere not wrinckled with the Time On th' humble fate which censures it a crime To be by vertue ruin'd For I know Y' are not so various aâ— to ebbe and flow i th' streame of fortune whom each faithlesse winde Distracts and they who made her fram'd her blinde Possession makes us poore Should we obtaine All those bright jems for which i th' wealthy Maine The tann'd slave dives or in one boundlesse chest Imprison all the treasures of the West We still should want Our better part 's immence Not like th' inferiour limited by sence Rich with a little mutuall love can lift Vs to a greatnesse whether chance nor thrift E're rais'd her servants For though all were spent That can create an Europe in content Thus Madam when Castara lends an eare Soft to my hope I Love Philosopher Winne on her faith For when I wondring stand At th' intermingled beauty of her hand Higher I dare not gaze to this bright veine I not ascribe the blood of Charlemaine Deriv'd by you to her Or say there are In that and th' other Marmion Rosse and Parâ— Fitzhugh Saint Quintin and the rest of them That adde such lustre to great Pembrokes stem My love is envious Would Castara were The daughter of some mountaine cottager Who with his toile worne out could dying leave Her no more dowre then what she did receive From bounteous nature Her would I then lead To th' Temple rich in her owne wealth her head Crown'd with her haires faire treasure diamonds in Her brighter eyes soft Ermines in her skin Each Indie in each cheeke Then all who vaunt That fortune them t' enrich made others want Should set themselves out glorious in her stealth And trie if that could parallel this wealth To CASTARA Departing upon the approach of Night VVHat should we feare Castara The coole aire That 's falne in love and wantons in thy haire Will not betray our whispers Should I steale A Nectar'd kisse the wind dares not reveale The pleasure I possesse The wind conspites To our blest interview and in our fires Bathe like a Salamander and doth sip Like Bacchuâ— from the grape life from thy lip Nor thinke of nights approach The worlds great eye Though breaking Natures law will us supply With his still flaming lampe and to obey Our chaste desires fix here perpetuall day But should he set what rebell night dares rise To be sub du'dith ' vict'ry of the eyes An Apparition MOre welcome my Castara then was light To the disordered Chaos O what bright And nimble chariot brought thee through the aire While the amazed stars to see so faire And pure a beauty from the earth arise Chang'd all their glorious bodies into eyes O let my zealous lip print on thy hand The story of my love which there shall stand A bright inscription to be read by none But who as I love thee and love but one Why vanish you away Or is my seâ—se Deluded by my hope O sweete offence Oferring nature And would heaven this 〈◊〉 Beene true or that I thus were ever mad To the Honourable Mr. Wm. E HEe who is good is happy Let the loude Artillery of Heaven breake through a cloude And dart its thunder at him hee 'le remaine Vnmov'd and nobler comfort entertaine In welcomming th'approach of death then vice Ere found in her fictitious Paradise Time mocks our youth and while we number past Delights and raise our appitite to taste Ensuing brings us to unflatter'd age Where we are left to satisfie the rage Of threatning Death Pompe beauty wealth and all Our friendships shrinking from the funerall The thought of this begets that brave disdaine With which thou view'st the world and makes those vaine Treasures of fancy serious fooles so court And sweat to purchase thy contempt or sport What should we covâ—â— here Why interpose A cloud â—wixt us and heaven Kind Nature chose Mâ—ns soule th'Exchecquer where she 'd â—oord her wealth And lodge all her rich secrets but by th'stealth Of our owne vanity ware left so poore The creature meerely sensuall knowes more The learn'd Halcâ—on by her wisedome finds A gentle season when the seas and winds Are silenc't by a calme and then brings forth The happy miracle of her â—aâ—e birth Leaving with wonder all our arts possest That view the architecture of her nest Pride raiseth us 'bove justice We bestowe Increase of knowledge on old minds which grow By age to dotage while the sensitive Part of the World in it's first strength doth live Folly what dost thou in thy power containe Deserves our study Merchants plough the maine And bring home th' Indies yet aspire to more By avaâ—ice in the possession poore And yet that Idoll wealth we all admit Into the soules great temple Busie wit Invents new Orgies fancy frames new rites To show it's superstition anxious nights Are watcht to win its favour while the beast Content with Natures courtesie doth rest Let man then boast no more a soule since he Hath lost that great prerogative But thee Whom Fortune hath exempted from the heard Of vulgar men whom vertue hath prefer'd Farre higher than thy birth I must commend Rich in the purchase of so sweete a friend And though my fate conducts me to the shade Of humble quiet my ambition payde With safe content while a pure Virgin fame Doth raise me trophies in Castara's name No thought of glory swelling me above The hope of being famed for vertuous love Yet wish I thee guided by the better starres To purchase unsafe honour in the warres Or envied smiles at court for thy great race And merits well may challenge th' highest place Yet know what busie path so ere you tread To greatnesse you must sleepe among the dead To CASTARA The vanity of Avarice HArke how the traytor wind doth courâ— The Saylors to the maine To make their avarice his sport A tempest checks the fond disdaine They beare a safe though humble port Wee 'le sit my Love upon the shore And while proud billowes rise To warre against the skie speake ore Our Loves so sacred misteries And charme the Sea to th' calme it had before Where 's now my pridet ' extend my same Where ever statues are And purchase glory to my name In the smooth court or rugged warre My love hath layd the Devill I am tame I 'de rather like the violes grow Vnmarkt i' th shaded vale Then on the hill those terrors know Are breath'd forth by an angry galâ— There is more pompe above more sweete below Love thou divine Philosopher While covetous Landlords rent And Courtiers dignity preferre Instructs us to a sweete content Greatnesse is selfe doth in it selfe interrâ— Castara what is there above The treasures we possesse We two are all and one wee move Like starres in th' orbe of happinesse All blessings are Epitomiz'd in
by A flamed darâ— shot from her eye Sing'd thy wings with wanton fire Whence th' art forc't to hover nigh her If Love so mistooke his aime Gently welcome in the flame They who loath'd thee when they see Where thou harbor'st will love thee Onely I such is my fate Must thee as a rivall hate Court her gently learne to prove Nimble in the thefts of love Gaze on th' errors of her haire Touch her lip but oh beware Lest too ravenous of thy blisse Thou shouldst murder with a kisse To CASTARA Inviting her to sleepe SLeepe my Castara silence doth invite Thy eyes to close up day though envious night Grieves Fate should her the sight of them debarre For she is exil'd while they open are Rest in thy peace secure With drowsie charmes Kinde sleepe bewitcheth thee into her armes And finding where Loves chiefest treasure lies Is like a theefe stole under thy bright eyes Thy innocence rich as the gaudy quilâ— Wrought by the Persian hand thy dreames from guilâ— Exempted heaven with sweete repose doth crowne Each vertue softer then the Swans fam'd downe As exoroists wilde spirits mildly lay May sleepe thy fever calmely chase away Upon CASTARA'S recoverie SHe is restor'd to life Vnthrifty Death Thy mercy in permitting vitall breath Backe to Castara hath enlarg'd us all Whom gâ—iefe had martyr'd in her funerall While others in the ocean of their teares Had sinking wounded the beholders eares With exclamations I without a grone Had suddenly congeal'd into a stone There stood a statue till the generall doome Had ruin'd time and memory with her tombe While in my heart which marble yet still bled Each Lover might this Epitaph have read Her earth lyes here below her soul 's above This wonder speakes her vertue and my love To a Friend Inviting him to a meeting upon promise MAy you drinke beare or that adult'rate wine Which makes the zeale of Amsterdam divine If you make breach of promise I have now So rich a Sacke that even your selfe will bow â—'adore my Geâ—iâ—â— Of this wine should Prâ—nne Drinke but a plenteous glasse he would beginne A health to Shakespeares ghost But you may bring Some excuse forth and answer me the King To day will give you audience or that on Affaires of state you and some serious Don Are to resolve or else perhaps you 'le sin So farâ—e as to leave word y' are not within The least of these will make me onely thinke Him subtle who can in his closet drinke Drunke even alone and thus made wise create As dangerous plots as the Low Countrey state Projecting for such baits as shall draw ore To Holland all the herrings from our shore But y' are too full of candor and I know Will sooner stones at Saliâ—bury casements throw Or buy up for the silenc'd Leviâ—s all The rich impropriâ—tionâ— then let pall So pure Canary and breake such an oath Since charity is sinn'd against in both Come therefore blest even in the Lollards zeale Who canst with conscience safe ' â—ore hen and veale Say grace in Latine while I saintly sing A Penitentiall verse in oyle and Ling. Come then and bring with you prepar'd for fight Vnmixt Canary Heaven send both prove right This I am sure My sâ—cke will disingage All humane thoughts inspire so high a rage That Hypocrene shall henceforth Poets lacke Since more Enthusiasmes are in my sacke Heightned with which my raptures shall commend How good Castara is how deare my friend To CASTARA Where true happinesse abides CAstara whisper in some dead mans eare This subtill quaere and hee 'le point out where By answers negative true joyes abide Hee 'le say they flow not on th' uncertaine tide Of greatnesse they can no firme basis have Vpon the tripidation of a wave Nor lurke they in the caverns of the earth Whence all the wealthy minerals draw their birth To covetous man so fatall Nor i th' grace Love they to wanton of a brighter face For th' are above Times battery and the light Of beauty ages cloud will soone be night If among these Content he thus doth prove Hath no abode where dwels it but in Love To CASTARA FOrsake with me the earth my faire And travell nimbly through the aire Till we have reacht th' admiring skies Then lend sight to those heavenly eyes Which blind themselves make creatures see And taking view of all when we Shall finde a pure and glorious spheare Wee 'le fix like starres for ever there Nor will we still each other view Wee 'le gaâ—e on lesser starres then you See how by their weake influence they The strongest of mens actions sway In an inferiour or be below Wee 'le see Calisto loosely throw Her haire abroad aâ— she did weare The selfe-same beauty in a Beare As when she a cold Virgin stood And yet inflam'd Ioves lustfull blood Then looke on Lede whose faire beames By their reflection guild those streames Where first unhappy she began To play the wanton with a Swan If each of these loose beauties are Transform'd to a more beauteous starre By the adult'rous lust of Iove Why should not we by purer love To CASTARA Vpon the death of a Lady CAstara weepe not though her tombe appeare Sometime thy griefe to answer with a teare The marble will but wanton with thy woe Death is the Sea and we like Rivers flow To lose our selves in the insatiate Maine Whence Rivers may she ne're returne againe Nor grieve this Christall streame so soone did fall Into the Ocean since shee perfum'd all The banks she past so that each neighbour field Did sweete flowers cherish by her watring yeeld Which now adorne her Hearse The violet there On her pale cheeke doth the â—ad livery weare Which heavens compassion gave her And since she Cause cloath'd in purple can no mourner be As incense to the tombe she gives her breath And fading on her Lady waits in death Such office the Aegyptian handmaids did Great Cleopatra when she dying chid The Asps slow venome trembling she should be By Fate rob'd even of that blacke victory The flowers instruct our sorrowes Come then all Ye beauties to true beauties funerall And with â—er to increase deaths pompe decay Since the supporting fabricke of your clay Is falne how can ye stand How can the night Shew stars when Fate puts out the dayes great light But 'mong the faire if there live any yet She 's but the fairer Digbies counterfeit Come you who speake your titles Reade in this Pale booke how vaineâ— boâ—ast your greatnesse iâ— What 's honour but a hatchment what is here Of Percy left and Stanly names most deare To vertue but a crescent turn'd to th'wane An Eagle groaning o're an infant â—â—aine Or what availes her that she once was led A glorious bride to valiant Digbies bed Since death hath them divorc'd If then alive There are who these sâ—d obsequies survive And vaunt a proud descent they onely be Loud hâ—ralds to
learned WILLIAM Earle of St. My Lord THe Laurell doth your reverend temples wreath As aptly now as when your youth did breath Those tragicke raptures which your name shall save From the blacke edict of a tyrant grave Nor shall your Day ere set till the Sunne shall From the blind heavens like a cynder fall And all the elements intend their strife To ruine what they fram'd Then your fames life When desp'rate Time lies gasping shall expire Attended by the world i th' generall fire Fame lengthens thus her selfe And I to tread Your steps to glory search among the dead Where Vertue lies obscur'd that as I give Life to her tombe I spight of time may live Now I resolve in triumph of my verse To bring great Talbot from that forren hearse Which yet doth to her fright his dust enclose Then to sing Herbert who so glorious rose With the fourth Edward that his faith doth shine Yet in the faith of noblest Pembrookes line Sometimes my swelling spirits I prepare To speake the mighty Percy neerest heire In merits as in blood to CHARLES the great Then Darbies worth and greatnesse to repeat Or Morleyes honour or Mounteaglâ—s fame Whose valour lives eterniz'd in his name But while I thinke to sing those of my bloud And my Castara's Loves unruly floâ—d Breakes in and beares away what ever stands Built by my bâ—sie fancy on the sands To CASTARA Vpon an embrace 'BOut th' Husband Oke the Vine Thus wreathes to kisse his leavy face Their streames thus Rivers joyne And lose themselves in the embrace But Trees want sence when they infold And Waters when they meet are cold Thus Turtles bill and grone Their loves into each others eare Two flames thus burne in one When their curl'd heads to heaven they reare But Birds want soule though not desire And flames materiall soone expire If not prophane we 'll say When Angels colse their joyes are such For we no love obey That 's bastard to a fleshly touch Let 's close Castara then since thus We patterne Angels and they us To the Honourable G. T. LEt not thy grones force Eccho from her cave Or interrupt her weeping o're that wave Which last Narcissuâ— kist let no darke grove Be taught to whilper stories of thy love What though the wind be turn'd Canst thou not saile By vertue of a cleane contrary gale Into some other Port Where thou wilt find It was thy better Genius chang'd the wind To steâ—re thee to some Iland in the West For wealth and pleasure that transcends thy East Though Astrodora like a sullen starre Eclipse her selfe i th' sky of beauty are Ten thousand other fires some bright as she And who with milder beames may shine on thee Nor yet doth this Eclipse beare a portent That should affright the world The firmament Enjoyes the light it did a Sunne as cleare And the young Spring doth like a Bride appeare As fairely wed to the Thessalian grove As e're it was though she and you not love And we two who like two bright stars have shin'd i th' heaven of friendship are as firmely joyn'd As bloud and love first fram'd us And to be Lov'd and thought worthy to be lov'd by thee Iâ— to be glorious Since fame cannot lend An honour equals that of Talbots friend Nor envie me that my Castara's flame Yeelds me a constant warmth Though first I camâ— To marriage happy Ilands Seas to thee Will yeeld as smooth away and winds as free Which shall conduct thee if hope may divine To this delicious port and make love thine To CASTARA The reward of Innocent Love WE saw and woo'd each others eyes My soule contracted then with thine And both burnt in one sacrifice By which our Marriage grew divine Let wilder youth whose soule is sense Prophane the Temple of delight And purchase endlesse penitence With the stolne pleasure of one night Time's ever ours while we dispise The sensuall idoll of our clay For though the Sunne doe set and rise We joy one everlasting day Whose light no jealous clouds obscure While each of us shine innocent The troubled streame is still impure With vertue flies away content And though opinion often erre Wee 'le court the modest smile of fame For sinnes blacke danger circles her Who hath infection in her name Thus when to one darke silent roome Death shall our loving coffins thrust Fame will build columnes on our tombe And adde a perfume to our dust To my noblest Friend Sir I. P. Knight Sir THough my deare Talbots Fate exact a sad And heavy brow my verse shall not be clad For him this houre in mourning I will write To you the glory of a pompous night Which none except sobriety who wit Or cloathes could boast but freely did admit I who still sinne for company was there And tasted of the glorious supper where Meate was the least of wonder Though the nest o th' Phaenix rifled seemd t' amaze the feast And th' Ocean left so poore that it alone Could since vant wretched herring and poore Iohn Lucullus surfets were but types of this And whatsoever riot mention'd is In story did but the dull Zanye play To this proud night which rather wee 'le terme day For th' artificall lights so thicke were set That the bright Sun seem'd this to connterfeit But seven whom whether we should Sages call Or deadly sinnes â—le not dispute were all Invited to this pompe And yet I dare Pawne my lov'd Muse th' Hungarian did prepare Not halfe that quantity of victuall when He layd his happy siege to Noâ—ilinghen The mist of the perfumes was breath'd so thicke That Liex himselfe though his sight fam'd so quicke Had there scarce spyed one sober For the wealth Of the Canaries was exhaust the health Of his good Majestye to celebrate who 'le judge them loyall subjects without that Yet they who some fond priviledge to maintaine VVould have rebeld their best freehold their braine Surrender'd there and five fifteenes did pay To drinke his happy life and raigne O day It was thy piety to flye th' hadst beene Found accessary else to this fond sinne But I forget to speake each stratagem By which the dishes enter'd and in them Each luscious miracle As if more bookes Had written beene o th' mystery of Cookes Then the Philos'phers stone here we did see All wonders in the kitchin Alchimy But I le not leave you there before you part You shall have something of another art A banquet raining downe so fast the good Old Patriarch would have thought a generall flood Heaven open'd and from thence a mighty showre Of Amber comfits it sweete selfe did powre Vpon our heads and Suckets from our eye Like thickend clouds did steale away the sky That it was question'd whether heaven were Black-fryers and â—ach starre a confectioner But I too long detaine you at a feast You hap'ly surfet of now every guest Is reeld downe to his coach I licence cravè Sir but to
fate shall rob us of so great a wealth Vndone in thriftd while we be sought his stay Ten of his fellow moments fled away To CASTARA Of the knowledge of Love WHere steepes the North-vvind when the South inspires Life in the spring and gathers into quires The scatter'd Nightingales whose subtle eares Heard first th'harmonious language of the Spheares Whence hath the stone Magneticke force t' allure Th'enamourd iron From a seed impure Or naturall did first the Mandrake grow What powreith ' Ocean makes it ebbe and flow What strange materials is the azure skye Compacted of of what its brightest eye The ever flaming Sunne what people are In th' unknowne world what worlds in every star Let curious fancies at this secret rove Castara what we know wee 'le practise Love To the Right Honourable the Countesse of C. Madam SHould the cold Muscovit whose furre and stove Can scarse prepare him heate enough for love But view the wonder of your presence he Would scorne his winters sharpest injury And trace the naked groves till he found bayse To write the beautious triumphs of your prayse As a dull Poet even he would say Th' unclouded Sun had never showne them day Till that bright minute that he now admires No more why the coy Spring so soone retires From their unhappy clyme It doth pursue The Sun and he derives his light from you Hee 'd tell you how the fetter'd Baltick Sea Is set at freedome while the yee away Doth melt at your approach how by so faire Harmonious beauty their rude manners are Reduc't to order how to them you bring The wealthiest mines below above the Spring Thus would his wonder speake For he would want Religion to beleeve there were a Saint Within and all he saw was but the shrine But I here pay my vowes to the devine Pure essence there inclos'd which if it were Not hid in a faire cloud but might appeare In its full lustre would make Nature live In a state equall to her primitive But sweetly that 's obscur'd Yet though our eye Cannot the splendor of your soule descry In true perfection by a glimmering light Your language yeelds us we can guesse how bright The Sunne within you shines and curse th' unkind Eclipse or else our selves for being blinde How hastily doth Nature build up man To leave him so imperfect For he can See nought beyond his sence she doth controule So farre his fight he nere discern'd a soule For had yours beene the object of his eye It had turn'd wonder to Idolatry The harmony of Love AMphiâ—n O thou holy shade Bring Orpheus up with thee That wonder may you both invade Hearing Loves harmony You who are soule not rudely made Vp with Materiall eares And fit to reach the musique of these spheares Harke when Castara's orbs doe move By my first moving eyes How great the Symphony of Love But 't is the destinies Will not so farre my prayer approve To bring you hither here Lest you meete heaven for Elizium there T is no dull Sublunary flame Burnes in her heart and mine But something more then hath a name So subtle and divine We know not why nor how it came Which shall shine bright till she And the whole world of love expire with me To my honoured friend Sir Ed. P. Knight YOu 'd leave the silence in which safe we are To listen to the noyse of warre And walke those rugged paths the factious tread Who by the number of the dead Reckon their glories and thinke greatnesse stood Vnsafe till it was built on blood Secure i th' wall our Seas and ships provide Abhorring wars so barb'rous pride And honour bought with slaughter in content Le ts breath though humble innocent Folly and madnesse Since 't is ods we nere See the fresh youth of the next yeare Perhaps not the chast morne her selfe disclose Againe t' out-blush th' aemulous rose Why doth ambition so the mind distresse To make us scorne what we possesse And looke so farre before us Since all we Can hope is varied misery Goe find some whispering shade neare Aâ—ne or Poe And gently 'mong their violets throw Your wearyed limbs and see if all those faire Enchantments can charme griefe or care Our sorrowes still pursue us and when you The ruin'd Capitoll shall view And statues a disorder'd heape you can Not cure yet the disease of man And banish your owne thoughts Goe travaile where Another Sun and Starres appeare And land not toucht by any covetous fleet And yet even there your selfe you le meet Stay here then and while curious exiles find New toyes for a fantastique mind Enjoy at home what 's reall here the Spring By her aeriall quires doth sing As sweetly to you as if you were laid Vnder the learn'd Thessalian shade Direct your eye-sight inward and you 'le find A thousand regions in your mind Yet undiscover'd Travell them and be Expert in home Cosmographie This you may doe safe both from rocke and shelfe Man 's a whole world within himselfe To CASTARA GIve me a heart where no impure Disorder'd passions rage Which jealousie doth not obscure Nor vanity t'expence ingage Nor wooed to madnesse by queint oathes Or the fine Rhetoricke of cloathes Which not the softnesse of the age To vice or folly doth decline Give me that heart Castara for 't is thine Take thou a heart where no new looke Provokes new appetite VVith no fresh charme of beauty tooke Or wanton stratagem of wit Not Idly wandring here and there Led by an am'rous eye or eaâ—e Aâ—ming each beautious maâ—ke to hit VVhich vertue doth to one confine Take thou that heart Castara for 't is mine And now my heart is lodg'd with thee Observe but how it still Doth listen how thine doth with me And guard it well for else it will Runne hither backe not to be where I am but 'cause thy heart is here But without discipline or skill Our hearts shall freely 'tweene us move Should thou or I want hearts wee 'd breath by love To CASTARA Of true delight WHy doth the eare so tempt the voyce That cunningly divides the ayre VVhy doth the pallaâ—e buy the choyce Delights o th' sea to enrich her fare As soone as I my eare obey The Eccho's lost even with the breath And when the sewer takes away I 'me left with no more taste then death Be curious in pursuite of eyâ—s To procreate new loves with thine Satiety makes sence despise VVhat superstition thought divine Quicke fancy how it mockes delight As we conceive things are not such The glow-worme is as warme as bright Till the deceiâ—full flame we touch VVhen I have sold my heart to Iust And bought repâ—ntance with a kisse I find the malice of my dust That told me hell contain'd a blisse The Rose yeelds her sweete blandishment Lost in the fold of lovers wreathes The violet enchants the sent When earely in the Spring she breaths But winter comes and makes each flowre
CASTARA The Second part Uatumque lascivos triumphos Calcat Amor pede conjugali LONDON Printed for WILLIAM COOKE and are to be sold at his Shop neare Furnivals-Inne Gate in Holborne 1639. A Wife IS the sweetest part in the harmony of our being To the love of which as the charmes of Nature inchant us so the law of grace by speciall priviledge invites us Without her Man if piety not restraine him is the creator of sinne or if an innated cold render him not onely the businesse of the present age the murderer of posterity She is so religious that every day crownes her a martyr and her zeale neither rebellious nor uncivill Shee is so true a friend her Husband may to her communicate even his ambitions and if successe Crowne not expectation remaine neverthelesse uncontemn'd Shee is colleague with him in the Empire of prosperity and a safe retyring place when adversity exiles him from the World Shee is so chaste shee never understood the language lust speakes in nor with a smile applaudes it although there appeare wit in the Metaphore Shee is faire onely to winne on his affections nor would she be Mistris of the most eloquent beauty if there were danger that might perswade the passionate auditory to the least irregular thought Shee is noble by a long descent but her memory is so evill a herald Shee never boasts the story of her Ancestors Shee is so moderately rich that the defect of portion doth neither bring penury to his estate nor the superfluity licence her to Riot Shee is liberall and yet owes not ruine to vanity but knowes Charity to be the soule of goodnesse and Uertue without reward often prone to bee her owne destroyer Shee is much at home and when shee visits 't is for mutuall commerce not for intelligence Shee can goe to Court and returne no passionate doater on bravery and when shee hath seene the gay things muster up themselves there shee considers them as Cobwebs the Spider vanity hath spunne Shee is so generall in her acquaintance that shee is familiar with all whom fame speakes vertuous but thinkes there can bee no friendship but with one and therefore hath neither shee friend nor private servant Shee so squares her passion to her Husbands fortunes that in the Countrey shee lives without a froward Melancholly in the towne without a fantastique pride She is â—o temperate she never read the moderne pollicie of glorious surfeits since she finds Nature is no Epicure if art provoke her not by curiositie Shee is inquisitive onely of new wayes to please him and her wit sayles by no other compasse then that of his direction Shee lookes upon him as Conjurers upon the Circle beyond which there is nothing but Death and Hell and in him shee beleeves Paradice circumscrib'd His vertues are her wonder and imitation and his errors her credulitie thinkes no more frailtie then makes him descend to the title of Man In a word shee so lives that shee may dye and leave no cloude upon her Memory but have her character nobly mentioned while the bad Wife is flattered into infamy and buyes pleasure at too deare â— rate if shee onely payes for it Repentance The Second Part. To CASTARA Now possest of her in marriage THis day is ours The marriage Angell now Sees th' Altar in the odâ—ur of our vow Yeeld a more precious breath then that which moves The whispring leaves in the Paâ—chayan groves View how â—is temples shine on which he weaâ—eâ— A wreath of pearle made of those precious teares Thou wepst a Virgin when crosse winds did blow Our hopes disturbing in their quiet flow But now Castara smile No envious night Dares enterpose it selfe t'ecclipse the light Of our cleare joyes For even the lawes divine Permit our mutuall love so to entwine That Kings to ballance true content shall say Would they were great as we we blest as they To CASTARA Upon the mutuall love of their Majesties DId you not see Castara when the King Met his lov'd Queene what sweetnesse she did bring T' incounter his brave heat how great a flame From their brests meeting on the sudden came The Stoike who all easie passion flies Could he but heare the language of their eyes As heresies would from his faith remove The tenets of his sect and practise love The barb'rous nations which supply the earth With a promiscuous and ignoble birth Would by this precedent correct their life Each wisely chuse and chastely love a wife Princes example is a law Then we If loyall subjects must true lovers be To Zephirus WHose whispers soft as those which lovers breath Castara and my selfe I here bequeath To the calme wind For heaven such joyes afford To her and me that there can be no third And you kinde starres be thriftier of your light Her eyes supply your office with more bright And constant lustre Angels gaurdians like The nimbler ship boyes shall be joy'd to strike Or hoâ—sh up saile Nor shall our vessell move By Card or Compasse but a heavenly love The couresie of this more prosperous gale Shall swell our Canvas and wee 'le swiftly saile To some blest Port where ship hath never lane At anchor whose chaste soile no foot prophane Hath ever trod Where nature doth dispence Her infant wealth a beautious innocence Pompe even a burthen to it selfe nor Pride The Magistrate of sinnes did e're abide On that so sacred earth Ambition ne're Built for the sport of ruine fabrickes there Thence age and death are exil'd all offence And feare expell'd all noyse and faction thence A silence there so melancholly sweet That none but whispring Turtles ever meet Thus Paradise did our first Parents Wooe To harmelesse sweets at first possest by two And o're this second wee le usurpe the throne Castara wee le obey and rule alone For the rich vertue of this soyle I feare Would be depraved should but a third be there To CASTARA In a Trance FOrsake me not so soone Castara stay And as I breake the prison of my Clay I le fill the Canvas with m'expiring breath And with thee saile o're the vast maine of death Some Cherubin thus as we passe shall play Goe happy twins of love The courteous Sea Shall smooth her wrinkled brow the winds shal sleep Or onely whisper musicke to the deepe Every ungentle rocke shall melt away The Syrens sing to please not to betray Th' indulgent skie shall smile each starry quire Contend which shall afford the brighter fire While Love the Pilot steeres his course so even Ne're to cast anchor till we reach at Heaven To DEATH CASTARA being sicke HEnce prophane grim man nor dare To approach so neere my faire Marble vaults and gloomy caves Church-yards Charnell houses graves Where the living loath to be Heaven hath design'd to thee But if needs 'mongst us thou ' it rage Let thy fury feed on age Wrinckled browes and withered thighs May supply thy sacrifice Yet perhaps as thou flew'st