Then prithee let me Roses have A Rosie Chaplet's all I crave For which Thou God of Wine each day I 'll thee in Drunken Carols pay And when the beauteous Roses spread Their Ruby lustre round my Head How shall one Dear She and I In Mirth and Gallantry comply Free from care free from strife We 'll daunce the pleasant Maze of Life Another WHilst Roses round our Temples twine The envy of the Rosie Wine In which we cares and business bury Thus we live thus live merry The Beauteous Virgins dance a round At the Harps no less charming sound Their wanton Ivie wands too they As Badges of their Mirth display That twining Plant seems to prove The fittest Emblem of their Love See how each Harmonious Boy Does sometimes Daunce and sometimes Play They Sing and Daunce away their prime And by such Motions measure Time Love himself makes up the Quire Venus does with soft Airs inspire That sprightly God the God of Wine Pours New life through every Vein All 's Mirth even now the â—…rave and Sage Curse the dull awkerdness of Age. This the true life this sure must be Since Life it self's but Harmony VI. The Wound WHen once I did rebellious prove Nor own'd the Sâ—…reingty of Love Love smil'd and strait he took in hand His all commanding Purple Wand Which kindly forc'd me to obey And through strange Paths with Love to stray We pass'd ore sweetest flowrie Plains And through swift Amorous curled Streams Where even senslâ—…sâ—… things I saw Did pay obeysance to Love's Law Kind Reeds did to each other move The Waters self seem'd warm with Love Even Brambles our approach to greet Did in kind rough embraces meet Thus as I pas'd and well did spy How all Things All Things Lov'd but I A pretty spangled glittering Foe Too gay I thought to wound me so A Snake with 's Sting did life betray My Heart had almost fled away But Cupid call'd it back I see All Hearts at his disposal be Who nodding check'd my stubborn pride And thus at length began to chide No matter what those fools sustain Who account Love the greatest pain Which but once tried none e're did wish That so much dreaded pain to miss VII The Dream AS on a Purple Quilt I chofe By Night to take my sweet repose Where dewie Sleep fell on my breast And all my cares lay calm'd in Rest My wanton Fansie sporting lay And call'd my roving Thoughts to play Who in their sport and am'rous flight Made up this Landskip of delight Methoughts but oh 't was but a Dream I wandring spied a spotless train Of beauteous Virgins where each face Provok'd enough to th' amorous chase Strait the coy Phantoms fled away Not would for my kind Courtship stay I follow'd strait but lo hard by A Troop of gallant Youths did ly Who there would fain have rival'd me And forc'd me back with railery Yet this alas but fann'd the fire And added Wings to my desire Methoughts I made the greater hast And seiz'd the amorous Prey at last And then I proffer'd at a Kiss But wak'd in the Interim of bliss Curse on my Eys that open'd day And chas'd those pleasant Forms away My Eyes that now will useless be If I such sights may sleeping see Thus raving I lay down and then I onely wish'd to Dream ag'en VIII The Dove TEll me Lov 's Envoy prithee do Whither dost this Journey go Or whence did'st this sweet voyage take Through perfum'd Air which thy Wings make Which with their wanton fannings spread Such Odours as embalm the Dead Such Odours as I 'de almost Swear Zephyrus Gales not sweeter are When with some Rose he has bin at play And kist its fragant Life away The Dove reply'd what 's this to Thee I carry Anacreon's Embassie Which he with courteous kind intent Has to his Lov'd Bathyllus sent Bathyllus whose fair face does prove The Potent Monarchy of Love T is true I once was Venus slave Nor carry'd ought but what She gave Who for a Love-Toy for a Song Sold me to her Anacreon Whom now I serve you see and bear These his Love Letters through the Air Which soft as mine own Feathers are For which good Office kindly he My hated freedom proffers me But all the freedom which I crave Is that I still may be his Slave For why should I tell me why Range through the Desart of the Sky Or make some Mountains top my Seat To fit and moan for want of meat Or when the year does bounties yield And Fruits enrich each Painted Field Why should I course Berries eat Rough as the Brambles where I sit Where all my Victuals drest must be By Natures homely Cookery When I can here as freely stand And peck out of Anacreons hand Delicious Crumbs such as be The sweet effects of Luxury And gulp such Wine as he himself Drinks when he names Bathyllus health And when I 'me drunk with this I play And dance and revel all the day But when all things do silence keep And the still Night invites to â—…leep I on his Harp reposingly And dream of nought but Harmony This Sir is all this is the brief Account of my Voluptuous life Go with this Narrative content Youv'e made me already impertinent That you your self will say anon â—…'me Dove in all parts but my Tongue IX Cupid in Wax A Friend of mine expos'd to sale A Waxen piece wrought wondrous well The God of Love was form'd in this Soft as he by Nature is Where Art so much of life did give The smiling Image seem'd alive Pleas'd at the sight I ask'd the price Of this well imitated piece My Friend reply'd Sir what you please I 'le thank you too for the release For I 'me no Artist truth to tell But Love at any rate I 'de sell With painted Arrows painted Bow Which make a real dreadful show I dare not longer Cupid trust Brother to insatiable Lust. Nay then by your leave Sir I cry'd If you 'd be of this torment rid Think not to vend the ware but know That you must buy your Chapman too Come hang 't give me a Groat I l'e take The Image home but for Heav'ns sake Prithee Love my breast inspire And kindle vigorous desire Or else in flames far above All the extremities of Love Thy stubborn Form shall soon decay The Waxen God shall melt away And if thou this deniest to me The fire shall thy Sole â—…uine be X. Age. OFt am I by the Woman told Poor Anaâ—…reon thou grow'st old Look how thy Hairs are falling all Poor Anacreon how they fall Whether I grow old or no By th' effects I do not know This I can tell without being told T is time to live if I grow old T is time short pleasures now to take Of little life the best to make And manage wisely the last Stake XI The Swallow FOolish Prater what â—…'st thou So early at my Window do with thy tuneless Serenade
Cygneae clausit qui tibi vocit iter Vos Hederae tumulum tumulum vos cingite Lauri Hoc Rosa perpetuo uernet odora loâ—…o At vitis procul hinc procul hinc odiosa face ssat Quae dirae causam protulit una necis Creditur ipse minus vitem nunc Bacchus amare In vatem tantum quae fuit ausa nefas English't thus HAil Bard triumphant whose melodious breath A Grape-stone stopp'd the Thunder-bolt of death Let Ivie now thy envied Tomb surround And let it be with thy own Laurels crown'd Let grateful Roses od'rous offerings bring And here enjoy an everlasting Spring But hence far hence be plac'd the treach'rous Vine That made immortal Thee to death reâ—…gn Bacchus self hates it now 't is thought and grieves T' has kill'd a Poet in whose Verse it lives ANACREON Translated out of the Original Greek I. Love I 'll sing of Heroes sing of Kings In mighty Numbers mighty things Begin my Muse but lo the strings To my great Song rebellious prove The Strings will sound of nought but Love I broke them all and put on new 'T is this or nothing sure will do These sure said I will me obey These sure Heroick Notes will play Strait I began with with thundering Jove And all the immortal Powers but Love Love smil'd and from my enfeebled Lyre Came gentle Airs such as inspire Melting Love soft deâ—…re Farewell then Heroes farewell Kings And mighty Numbers mighty Things Love tunes my Heart just to my Strings II. Beauty LIberal Nature did dispense To all things Arms for their defence And some she Arms with sinewy force And some with swiftness in the course Some with hard Hoofs or forked Claws And some with Horns or tusked Jaws And some with Scales and some with Wings And some with Teeth and some with Stings Wisdom to Man she did afford Wisdom for Shield and Wit for Sword What to Beauteous Woman-kind What Arms what Armour has she assign'd Beauty is both for with the Fair What Arms what Armour can compare What Steel what Gold or Diamond More Impassible is found And what Flame what Lightning e're So great and active force did bear They are all Weapon and they darâ—… Like Porcupines from every part Who can alas their strength express Arm'd when they themselves undress Cap-a-pe with Nakedness III. Cupid or the Cunning Beggar ORe all when Night had silence spread Chain'd down by sleep and all lay dead When Moon and Stars below did rest With former watchings much opprest When even Thought in peace was lain And the Old Nothing seem'd to reign A pretty Boy at door did wait And me for Lodging much intreat Complaining long of cold and wet I am says he a fatherless And hungry Child in much distress My Mother to some neighb'ring Town To beg relief for us is gone Left me and Innocence alone Good Sir if the kind Gods you love Let me poor me your pitty move T was here he stopt and down his Face Methought the Tears did flow apace His formal Cant I soon believ'd And thought that I his Tears perceiv'd Compassion came from every part And pleaded strongly in my Heart My Heart which its own ills desir'd And even I my self conspir'd I rose and strook a Light then strait With Pious hast unlock'd the Gate So headlong to our Fate we fly So fond are we of Misery I saw the Youth 't was wondrous fair His Eyes did like two Stars appear His Limbs upon each other shone And made a Constellation But heats as yet I must not feel With Wings he did himself conceal For know with Pomp and Leisure he Prepar'd at length to Murder me His Darts and Bow did seem around To hang as Play-things newly found Destruction then with kind intent I modishly did Complement I warm'd his hands with mine but see Two fires did back upon me â—…lie For though more cold then Flint he came He had like that a secret flame His Hair was wet but even then Some glimmering beauties did remain At length the Curls in order lay 'Ore which that led my Soul away Millions of little Loves did play I call'd him Ganymede I 'de swear That Cupid was not half so fair Nay that I might my kindness shew I think I hugg'd and kist him too Cheer'd thus warm Life came up again And all in every part did reign All discontent and cares did cease His Bow-strings th' onely thing amiss So prettily he strait forgot Each grave and unbecomming thought Le ts try says affecting strait A meekly look the greatest cheat Le ts try if'gainst my Bow th' unkind Heav'ns rage and malice have design'd â—…re to the head the Dart was drawn And here the mighty God was shewn For Oh in my unwary Breast Death and the Fatal Steel did rest Impatient Sense and Nature dies And Love alone a Life supplies The grinning Boy augments my pain With Drolls and Scâ—…ffs he wounds again Landlord he cries my Bow you see Is much above an Injury All ills against your Heart were meant Kind ills which Heavn and Cupid sent And you to me that warmth did give A double gift do back receive I grant my gratitude to prove That thou shall scorch and burn with Love IV. The Epicure UNderneath this Myrtle shade On Flowrie beds supinely laid With od'rous oyls my head o'reflowing And around it Roses growing What should I do but drink away The heat and troubles of the Day In this more then Kingly state Love himself shall on me wait Fill to me Love nay fill it up And mingled cast into the Cup Wit and Mirth and noble Fires Vigorous Health and gay Desires The Wheel of Life no less will stay In a smooth than rugged way Since it equally doth flee Let the Motion pleasâ—…nt be Why do we precious Oyntments shower Nobler Wines why do we pour Beauteous Flowers why do we spread Upon the Monuments of the Dead Nothing they but Dust can show Or Bones that hasâ—…en to be so Crown me with Roses whilest I live Now your Wines and Oyntment give After death I nothing crave Let me Alive my pleasures have All are Stoicks in the Grave V. The Rose PRetty Rose Thou gawdy Flower Sacred to Love's mighty power Whence there 's no Lover ever seeks But finds Thee in his Mistres Cheeks Thee thy Red Jolly looks design The fit Companion of Wine Crown'd thus we 'll drink and merry be Till we look gay and Red like Thee Queen of all the Flowers that wear The Liv'rie of the painted year Thou Lovely Darling of the Spring How doest thou short-lived glories bring How doest thou vex us but in this That thy Life no longer is Thee the Gods love hence they design To draw thee fresh with Paint divine And in thy Reds strive to display The blushing Infancy of Day The God of Love more lovely now Adorns with thee his comely brow When with the Graces dauncing he Sees nothing there so fair as thee
desire Present again and still give fire Thus Sack my Boy will on us wait And thus its Souldiers animate I 'me Old t is true but see How Active age can be Silenus is a Drone to me XXXVI The Enjoyment WHen the Vines pleasant Juice Into my Mind does Mirth infuse With a rage far beyond all That ere was term'd Poetical My new-rais'd Genius soars up high And vents it self in Poetry When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my Mind does Mirth Infuse Wisdom that grave Impertinence And all the busie thoughts of Sense All the Distractions of Wit I to the rough Winds commit Winds that to Sea my troubles bear And leave 'em to raise Tempests there When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my Mind does Mirth infuse Rapt in a Drunken Extasie Through perfum'd Air I seem to fly And by the Journeying of Thought Am to a strange pleasant Somewhere brought When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my Mind does mirth infuse And when rich Garlands Crown my Hair Gemm'd with Flowers here and there I lavishly begin to praise A Quiet Life's Golden days When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my Mind does mirth infuse When Essence round my head does flow And I hugg a Mistress too Venus alone my Lyre does move My Song is all employ'd on Love When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my mind does mirth infuse And I drink a chearful Cup Which Summons all my Spirits up How do the Jocund Girls enhance My joys in a continued Dance When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my mind does mirth infuse To Day is mine I 'll live to day T is what the Gods can't take away To Day shan't pass away by stealth To Day is all my ready wealth For the Remainds of Lifes short date Are all but in the gift of Fate XXXVII Cupid wounded AS Cupid once with wanton play Amidst the Rose-trees sporting lay Nor did the Chymist Bee behold Extracting there his liquid Gold The busie Animal by chance Stung him with his little Lance. Wounded thus th' impatient Child Orecome by Passion strait grew wild He sighing strait fled through the Air And scatter'd some vain murmers there And when he came to the Paphian Court Where 's Mother Venus did resort I 'me kill'd I 'me kill'd faintly he cry'd And strait his Tears flow'd in a Tide Mother he cry'd I 'me now undone See see my life is almost gone A small wing'd Serpent with his Dart Hath stung me to the very heart I know not well its name let 's see I think the Plowmen call 't a Bee The Queen of Love reply'd my Boy If such a Sting can Life destroy Think but what pain thy Arrows cause And how thou doubly kill'st with those XXXVIII An Hymn to the God of Wine LEt 's drink let 's sing but with design In Hymns to praise the God of Wine The God that seated in the head First in Numbers taught us how to tread That makes the unskilful sing and be A Wit and of 't good Company The God that always was design'd To be to Venus joyn'd That heats us in our amorous fights And whets our whoring appetites Who swearing first did institute And Drunkenness as his Attribute The God that friends creates And drowns all strife and fierce debates Here Sorrow knows not how to weep And watchful Grief is rock't asleep Wine like a Sea within him spreads And like an Island stands his heart Care the depth and danger dreads And wisely backward does depart Purge Sorrows then away you see You see the Sov'reign remedy Le ts laugh to day for Life is blind And to Morrow may not find Time's more unconstant then the Wind. Lead up a dance and when you make A Step then then a brimmer take That pretty Toy a Girl seek out With her frisk and sport about Sigh smile kiss hug then shew What well digested Wine can do To those our cares we will dispense Whom affliction teaches Sense We more cheaply know Drink and sing and reel abroad For what else should we do But praise the best the greatest God XXXIX Of Himself ORecharg'd with Wine a Dance I love And that all things may move In different Figures as of â—…ld The first confused Atoms rowl'd The Harp with Wine all over wet Its Hearers must intoxicate But still the Ladies I would please With Riddles and Cross purposes My Heart fierce Anger never tore Kind Love had seiz'd it all before Scolding and Noise I always fly Chief Enemies to good company I hate all intestine Jarrs All fierce unnatural Wars Which rudely Pots and Flagons raise And onely in confusion cease Of Heav'n a Handsome Girl I crave Good Wine and Musick then Life gone into her Lap my Grave I 'll fall the best of men And there in peaceful softness lye Melted with Love and Harmony XL. The Grasshopper HAppy Insect what can be In happiness compar'd to Thee Fed with nourishment divine The dewy Morning's gentle Wine Nature waits upon thee still And thy verdant Cup does fill T is fill'd wherever thou doest tread Nature self 's thy Ganymede Thou dost drink and dance and fing Happier then the happiest King All the Fields which thou dost see All the Plants belong to Thee All that Summer Hours produce Fertile made with early Juice Man for Thee does Sow and Plow Farmer He and Landlord Thou Thou dost innocently joy Nor does thy Luxury destroy The Shepherd gladly heareth thee More Harmonious than He. Thee Countrey Hinds with gladness hear Prophet of the ripened year Thee Phaebus loves and does inspire Phaebus is himself thy Sire To thee of all thing upon Earth Life is no longer then thy Mirth Happy Insect happy Thou Dost nether Age nor Winter know But when thou 'st drunk and danc'd and sung Thy fill the flowry Leaves among Voluptuous and wise withal Epicurean Animal Satiated with thy Summer feast Thou retir'est to endless Rest XLI The Dream expounded ONce in my Dream I seem'd to fly From I know not what I know not why Nor did the Heaviness of Sleep Constrain my fleeting Thoughts or keep My Fancy back but through the Air I seem'd to post with full career The amorous Boy pursu'd me strait Though hinder'd by unusual weight He did his flight so contrive He soon oretook the Fugitive Now what I may deduce from hence What Mystical what hidden Sense Is couch'd in this I know not well Yet this my Fancy seems to tell That I who admir'd every Face Was taken with each little Grace With one because Slender and Pretty Another Fair another Witty From all these potent Tyrants free Must but by one now conquer'd be Nor is it strange She 's All to me XLII Upon Cupid's Darts AS Vulcan at his Anvile stood Forging Love's Darts gentle and good Of red-hot Steel which did retain Some Sparks that use to burn again Venus in Hony dip't 'em all And Love allay'd the Sweets with Gall. When furious Mars return'd from fight Without the least glimm'ring
of delight No smiling Looks no unusual Grace Disturb'd the Majesty of his face In 's dreadful hand a Spear he bore The rougher Instrument of War And laughing took up Love's light Dart But little thought it caus'd such smart This is said hâ—… a pretâ—…y Toy A Play-thing fit for such a Boy Cupid at length made this reply Sir if you please the lightness try With that he shot the new-made Arrow Which pierc'd him to the Marrow And wounded deep Venus smil'd To see the God of War beguil'd Who vainly pray d hence hence remove The Dart I feel enough of Love No no Love cry'd your pain enjoy You know my Arrow 's but a Toy XLIII Upon Gold A mighty pain to Love it is And 't is a pain that pain to miss But of all pains the greatest pain It is to Love but love in vain Vertue now noâ—… noble Blood Nor Wit by Love is understood Gold alone does Passion move Gold monoplizes Love A Curse on her and on the man Who this Traffick first began A Curse on him who found the Ore A Curse on him who digg'd the store A Curse on him who did resine it A Curse on him who first did coyn it A Curse all Curses else above On him who us'd it first in Love Gold begets in Brethren hate Gold in Families debate Gold does Friendship separate Gold does Civil Wars create These the smallest harms of it Gold alas does Love beget XLIV Pleasant Old Age. I Love the man whom froward Age Can in its Quarrels nere engage Who as merrily to his Evening's come As if Life's short Dayâ—…ere â—…ere but begun I love the Young Gallant who knows What to his early years he owes Who frequents Balls and strives t' outdo What th' height of Naâ—…re prompts him to T is this t is this pleases the man Who has almost ouâ—…v'd his span Who in a Dance is often old And by 's gray Hairs he now grows old He now grows Old but when all 's done His Mind is ever ever Young And what his Body can't do then His youthful thoughts act o're ag'en XLV The Drunkard's delight GIve me Homer's tuneful Lyre Let its sound my breast inspire With no troublesome delight Of the Trojans well sung Fight I et it play no Conquests here But it s own Conquests or'e the Ear. This I 'll strike on this I 'll play And in soft Musick spend the day Bring the Cups where we receive What Laws the awful mark does give I 'll fill 'em fair I 'll drink 'em all Till I grow mad and Whymsical Till Nothing 's sober in me found But I stagg'ring dance around My Joyful Harp in Complaisance With trembling Strings shall sing and dance Then some new Rant I 'll sing and cry Defiance to Sobriety XLVI The Effects of Wine THe Youth who nobly stands his ground Who never baulks A Brimmer round Who in Dancing does delight Is Bacchus only Favourite Patron of each brave design Who giv's us Philtres in our Wine Who makes us loue in spight of Fate And doubly burn with Wine and that Wine that to the Grape Tree ows Its Purple Streams with which it flows Wine that keeps its Patients free From each daring Maladie Wine is our Doctor all the year We no assaults of Sicknessâ—…ear â—…ear But wisely rave with decent rage Free from the Disease of Age Free from Diseases of the Mind Till another year grows kind And brings again our health new Wine XLVII Advice to a Painter PRiâ—…hee Painter do but hear How my Lyre courts thine Ear How it does all it Charms employ And ravishes with speaking Joy Let the Bacchae their Pipes blow Which to hoarse Air their Musick owe. Sweeter Accents far rebound From the Harps smooth tongue'd sound Therefore add to my delight And draw some pleasant curious sight Ore some Countrey ore some Isle I et simpring Colours cast a smile Let thy Pencil now outdo What Peace in all its charms can shew And if the Wax be'nt too unkind But proves propâ—…ious to my mind Let some Love-Intreagues appear And be the onely Varnish here XLVIII Venus Engrav'd on a Dish SEe by some hand Industrious grown By some ventrous Art is shown In a Dish the Ocean Whose Margin counterfeits a Shore The well-wrought Sea seems to roar So much the Waters seem to flow You 'd think the Metal running too Amidst these Waves I Venus spy Some Artist's Fancy mounted high Stole the Idea from the Sky From whence he drew her Limbs so bright Clad but in thin wrought Rays of Light She with unwieldy joy does pleasâ—… In her killing Nakedness Nor do the happier Waves conceal But what 't were impious to reveal And but with prudent Secresie Prevent th' Adul'try of the Eye See how she treads the marbl'd way And darts around a glorious day Like Nymphs that o're the Ocean play And when she wantons in the Seas And rows ore Chrystal Palaces The smitten Waves rowl along Happy 's the Foremost in the throng With eager joy meaning no harm They allmost crowd into a Storm And about her Rosie Wast Their curl'd embraces cast Whilst she her various Colours strows And Paints the Path where e're she rows Such colonrs white-fac'd Lillies spread Mixt with the Carnation's red Such Venus is all-ore But see How the bended Dolphins play How they dance along the Tide On whom the little Cupids ride And in their dimpl'd looks express Their mutual Happiness The little Fishes with quick glance Show their guilt Coats they skip and dance Thus they speak joy for want of tongue Nature in vain has made 'em dumb Venus smiles too and does appear So Nat'ral as if born ev'n here XLIX The Grapes TO us the Vine its store does give And we with eagerness receive Young Men and Maids together come And bring the weighty Treasures home Whole Vineyards in one Vessel lay And true Wine from th' Trees is born away But if we owe a Birth to Art And Midwife force must Act a part A Secresy the deed requires And every Virgin strait retires For Men alone the Grapes do tread And Wine 's by skilful Drunkards made To Song and Dance the God does yield And all things are with Bacchus fill'd With sparkling fires crown'd he stands And all our Eyes commands On his Streams like a Sea-God lyes That from the Deep did lately rise Old men as they walk along Do tast and see and strait grow young Their Crutches gone they dance and play Whilst Age and gray Hairs drop away The Younger men look Red With thoughts of Wine and Love which feed Upon each other and do thrive With long Enjoyments kept alive Under a Myrtle shade Or'ecome by sleep a Nymph is lay'd That nere a proffer'd bliss declin'd In Dream still thoughts to thoughts were kind Thus all Women will but few Dare act awake what then they 'd do For now of fierce disdain The affronted Youth does long complain Is every Minute kill'd Sees more than all because conceal'd And strongest struglings seem to yield But since all Courtship was in vain He strove by Storm the Fort to gain He plunder'd ravisht and lead on His force and man'd the Garrison He thanked the Grapes that courage sent That made him bold and impudent L. The Rose NAked the Spring would seem and bear If Roses did not dress the year The Rose that to the Gods presents It self sweeter then Frankincense The Joy of man who gently lay'd Upon a Rosie Bed That and the Graces round him move And deck and bless his hours of Love The Rose where none designs amiss If he does that or Venus kiss This Plant the Poets strive to praise And would for this exchange their Bays Through Files of Pikes and Bryars we Push on our hands most willingly But the Rose when gather'd wounds does heal And we then onely Roses feel Insipid is our Mirth and flat If these our Wits do'nt animate At Bacchus feasts for dead though lain With these refresh'd we drink again All things are in perfection great If they the Rose but imitate The winged Morning climbs the Sky And her Rosie-Fingers does display Bright onely by a Simile Each Nymph a strict Beholder seeks Proud of this Colour in her Cheeks Loves Rosie-Goddess heâ—…e does sit More Lovely by that Epithet In short a Med'cine t is For all Iâ—…ls and Sicknesses He that its vertues understands will beggar all Physitians Nay in the Grave 't will lay Aâ—…d keep hungry Time away Perfume the Carkass and preserve Whilst almost Death and Worms do starve When Venus first from the Sea's Womb In Beauty cloath'd did come And watry Mountains stop'd to see The naked newborn Prodigy When armed Pallas from the head Of teeming Jove was lead Then sprang the Rose 't was then Our Goddess first did reign Strange and wonderful her birth Amaz'd her Mother Earth Of this the Gods did first debâ—…te And in Heaven a Council sate All did Nectar on a Bramble drop And soon the Rose leapt up It first on Bacchus smil'd then strait Did it self to Bacchus dedicate LI. Grown Young WHen some brisk and airy Scene Does my Opticks entertain With frisking Lads who their lives sooth And nobly spend th' â—…state of Youth The Wantons Pimps for fond delight Provoke my feeble sight My sight which by some magick Art Scatters Youth thro' ev'ry part My crippâ—…'d feet in steps advance And wonder why they dance And whilst they in these sports engage Forget the clumsiness of Age. Now thâ—…n Cybelle round my head Garlands of new-blown Roses spread In this Princely posture strait Let some Boy on me wait Let him to favour my design Push it on with lively Wine Then let him stand amaz'd to see How I young and active be How Jollily my Life does pass How I 'me disposed to take a Glass Dispos'd to break a youthful Jest Dispos'd to frolick with the best LII The Mark. NOthing undistinguish'd lies Or cheats the sight in false disguise A Mark is stamp'd on all that we May in each a Difâ—…rence see Thâ—…wandring Horse does keep A Superscription on the Hip The Pâ—…thian by his Turbant's known A Lover by his Heart is shown Nor does the hidden Mark raise doubt But oft in blushes Sallies out And oft the Flame that brands his Breast Is by his Tell-tale Looks exprest FINIS * Platâ—… Lib. 3. de Rep. Page 400. * Aristot. de Arâ—… po cap. 22.