Going to Hymens Temple though her eye Look'd but disdainefull of his Gravity Shee was compeld I pittying the wrong Shot a sharpe shaft shee lov'd and he grew young This was my first effectuall worke and then I met a venerable Cittizen A Vsurer well troubled with the strife Of woâ—ldly cares and yet without a wife I made him wed his maide and breake his store For pious uses to maintaine the poore I interrupted next the serious Muse Of a sad Student busy to peruse The hearts of mineralls who let gold flye To purchaâ—e glasse and practise Alchimy I did infuse a Quintessence that made My wise Philosopher mistake his trade Dazeld his fancy so that he did spie Faces and lipâ— in his Philosophie Sweete Roseat blushes smiles choyse locks of hayre Soft fingers and such eyes as women weare When all was perfected in every part A Lady was th' Elixir of his Art Love is a Courtier too I went to Court There did I see a generall resort Of royall persons Dukes Earles Lords and Knights Each one his Lady and most choyce delights Vshering their pompe the Virgin Ladies too Frequent that Senat who prepare to doe Their amrous rites to love the youthfull squires Neglect no office that may keepe the fyers Of Cupid ever burning yet mongst these Diana had a vestall did displease My angry soule shee was a virgin faire As lovely Psyche in her trameld haire Hung pretious Diamonds yet might you spie No lustre in them cause her eyes were by And to reveale her fully I durst sweare I hâ—d beheld another Venus there This Lady was belov'd ador'd and sought By a rich heyre that as much vertue brought As shee had beauty in whose soule did move The divine graces yet he was in love With this coy peece of Ladyship but shee Contemn'd as much now note the destinie I could not brooke her humour but did burne With hot vexation which did suddaine turne To royall madnesse and in zealous rage I made him wed a Countesse shee a Page Thus did I traverse earth and now am come To rest my tyr'd limbs in Elizium To his most excellent Mistresse Avis Booth MElpomene forget thou art a Muse Or in thy tragicke braine a juice infuse May keepe thee sleeping let Thalia bring From greene Parnassus plenty of that spring Inspires our Laureat Lovers could I prayse Lov'd Avis to her worth I might weare Bayes Throwne from faire Daphne's armes bedew'd with teares For greefe all others are her ravishers Who but beholds her cheekes and not supposes December to be Iune there live such Roses Here would I rest should I ascend her eyes T is fear'd my owne would be their sacrifice I le leave particulars lest I should wrong Those that must nere enjoy her if my tongue Made eloquent by her could but declare Each beauty fully love and sad despaire Would execute all hearers there would be A civill warre twixt faith and Piety Since shee le breed ruine if I should discover I le draw the Curtaines close but let no lover Compare his Mistresse to her lest that I Describe at large and he by surfeit dye Such vertue hath her beauty for shee is A Rara Avis and my faire Mistrisse Aâ—hrostick to his Mistresse Sweete Soule of goodnesse in whose Saintlike brest Vertue Vowe's dwelling to make beauty blest Sure Sighing Cytherea sits your eyes Are Altars whereon shee might sacrifice Now None will of the Paphean order be Natur 's New worke transcends a deity Arabia's Aromatticks court your scent Bright Beauty makes your gazers eloquent Let Little Cupid his lost eyes obtaine Vayl'd Veiwing you would strike him blinde againe Nay Never thinke I flatter If you be Thus To none else by love you are to me A Gentleman desirous to have his Lady's Picture drawne describes her thus INgenious Artist teach thy Pencill how To paint a goddesse I would let thee know I have a Mistresse thy admired Art Must limne like my description doe noâ— start If I command a worke above thy skill And send thee once more to Parnassus hill To heare Thalia's Lectures have you seene The lovely feature of the Cypriâ—â— Queene Her cheekes resemble somewhat though each Rose In her's seemes pluckt and my Aurelia's growes Yet they may passe the Lillyes that doe stand Upon her breasts tells you my Mistresse hand Is patterne to their whitenesse let her eyes Not want that heavenly vertue to surprize Onely my heart let them be lov'd by none Whose glories are to captive every one T is onely my ambition for to be Fit for my Mistresse and shee fit for me But to my first description for those haires Adorne her head paint them Diaâ—a weares And let her forehead not inferior be To that which shewes great Iuno's majestie Let those two Rosy portalls that I call Her ruby lippes be but so magicall As his her owne so sweet so balmie made Sure I shall leave the substance for the shade If you thinke these Enigma's and that I Strive but to pose you with my Poetry Making an argument you never saw Such goddesses fayn'd by Poetick law I answer such divine powers you shall see Get but a Mistresse be in love like me Chaste Love sitting under a Grove of â—ong Bay-treâ—s is thus solicited by Lust. Love VVHat sighing Love for shame arise Sit not crosse-arm'd by Venus eyes Thou doe'st thy passion Idolize I le bring thee to a Mistresse faire As Lillyes when they first prepare To kisse the Amorous morniâ—g ayre Shee s as active as desire Her voyce transcends the Mermaids quire In each touch glowe's Cupids fire Corinthian wantons whose rare merits Were in raysing leaden spirits My choyse Mistresse brest inherits Cold Anchorites prepar'd to mourne Their past crimes should they but turne Their eyes on her would gazing burne And in that scorching extasie Not desire to be set free But wish to burne eternally How can shee but so surprize The chaste hearts of the most wise Cupids heaven is her eyes Yet if yours whom you doe keepe Charie as your thoughts in sleepe For whom you nightly pray and weepe Be so faire so kind so loving So attractive sweete and moving Let me know her by your proving Love I have a Mistresse chaster farre Then thine is faire shall be a starre When shee is in a Sepulcher With the harmony divine Angels limbs with Angels twine As does her white soule and mine We can kisse without desire Enjoy our sweets and feele no fire To enflame or yet expire Divinity it selfe may see In her soules faire Symmetry What Religion ought to be In her eyes an Anchorite may Make purer his Religious Clay And to heaven tread the way I am chast Love not confin'd To your fayned Archer blinde But adore a vertuous minde And whoever will deny Sensuall Lust and doe as I Shall ever love and never dye What a Whore is NAture's unhappy workemanship if Faire So much the worse all mischiefes doubled are If Modest ther
sweete Poetry Speake still in tune hide not thy worth but shew it That men may say th' art borne not made a Poeâ— And he that fayles thy growing Muse to cherish May his fixt hopes in expectation perish Thine sance Complement I. B. POETICALL VARIETIES A Gentleman in love with twenty Mistresses I Prethee leave me love goe place desire In those cold hearts that ne're felt Am'rous fire Or let me be thy Martyr let me burne Till I am nought but ashes and my urne Translated to some common Spicerie May serve thee more then thy Artillerie Coy Madams tasting me in their hot spice Shall feele more flames then all the learn'd advice Of Esculapius can alay though he Descend from Heaven to teach new Mystery If this may not be granted let me crave As many hearts as flames then shall I have A multitude of fayre-ones Then I may Enjoy my Rosa spend the Am'rous day Within her armes and at the night retire To Violetta quench another fire In her cold bosome but ere day doth rise Salute the Morne in my Aurora's eyes There like to an Idolater I le gaze Till my Honoria rids me of the maze And draws me to her Bower where having spent Some heavenly houres I le find out Millescent That wonder of perfection we two Can teach the Turtles what they ought to doe With kisses moyst her Ruby lips I le cover But then Castara sayes I doe not love her Who with a witty sweete indulgent smile Tells me I doe forget her all this while Then doe I kisse and study to excuse But yet am strait instructed by my Muse. Bâ—llaâ—a wants me there 's a minde as faire And beautifull as all the other Are In their externall features such a one Might have perswaded desperate Phaeton To have forsooke his Chariot her I love Next to my Beades till Fancy bids me prove My chast Eliza in her Virgâ—n brest Lyes farre more worth then Poets have exprest In painting ouâ— Pandora I confesse I honour her as I doe happinesse But not like my belov'd Beata shee Can give instructions to Martalitie How we may scape Hells fatall fire and come To loves blest Paradise Elizium Except Thalia one as faire and kind Perswad 's us to be of another minde Makes us beleeve Elizium is a place But feign'd unlesse it be in her embrace Where I could ever rest thence never part Would Eglentina send me backe my heart Yet such sweete chaines of love shee binds it in That should I thinke to loose t would be a sin To great for Absolution I must rest Untill Dulcella not more faire then blest Please for to give release in her it lyes To make me hug my owne deare perjuries And yet shee knowes Ambrosia being by I can neglect her and her potencie Ambrosia can conduct my happy feete To Columbina shee that is more sweet Then natures pe fum'd violet he that knowes Her sweetnesse as I doe will say the Rose Breaths but contagion yet Candora shall Maintaine though shee be sweet shee has not all Kind nature did bestow for in her brest Arabiahs and the chast Phaenix nest Must I though lose Fidelia and deny My faith to Anabella let me dye When I remember not the sacred love Twixt me and my Musea The fond Dove Affects not like Lucella they are all So faire so sweet I know not which to call My best or happiest for unhappy I Must love but one of all or by love dye I le leave all therefore and my selfe encline To court Vrania shee s a love divine A Gentleman's deploration for his Mistresse falling from Vertue PAtience inhabit humble soules extend Thy passive power to those whose sorrowes end Mine are eternall powerfull and immense Such as may teach thee wrath fond Patience Ixion's wheele is easie and the stone Sissiphus rowles he doth but sleepe upon Compar'd to mine The greatneâ—â—e of my wrongs Would want Oration though an hundred tongues Guided by fluent Orators should dare In thrifty speech but briefly to declare They would destroy all Memories all Sence And drive all Language from Intelligence Thou that art rich in sorrow and canst sweare Thou hast more then Mortality can beare Attend and give me audience I will shew Thy quaking sense what thou shalt feare to know Thou wilt beleeve if I at large declare Sorrow hath tane her dwelling in thy Eare. And thinke thou mayst with lesser patience Endure thy wrongs than give mine audience Felina's falen from vertue shee s acute In learned Lâ—vitie turn'd Prostitute I lov'd her dearely while her eyes were pure While she blush'd innocent and kiss'd to cure When smiles were modest ensignes while her breath Carried more balme then poyson life then death When shee weep'd honest greefe and I did see Her Salutations were humilitie Then was shee perfect Virgin then did I Contract my heart to this Idolatry Her eyes doe now looke glorious but to tell Vnhappy man the fairest way to Hell Shee blushes now for guilt smiles to doe ill Breath's but to poyson kisses but to kill Weep's to â—â—snare salut's but to destroy Flatters to câ—aze imbraceth to betray Betrayes to get no profit or renowne But falls her selfe to plucke another downe Oh false Felina must your beautie be Expos'd to Incest and Adulterie You are a Whore and t is the choysest name That he will render who first caus'd your shame Sometimes you are his Mistresse when his lust Hath itching Feavers and must take on trust But having done hee loaths ye nay will sweare T is you that made him turne Adulterer Perhaps you le then repent and thinke on me That onely priz'd you for your puritie Resolve to be reserv'd and never looke Vpon that dangerous forbidden Book Incontinence Then doth another come Who gives your penitence a Martyrdoâ—e Whom you embrace with such an appetite As if you had beene kept from your delight An age of houres you deities that see Such shipwrack made of divine puritie Lend me your perfect patience or I feare My sorrow will become my murtherer Release me of the contract that I vow'd Vnto Felina Let her not be proud Of my undoing too that I may beare My sorrowes like a man and let my care Be to admonish those that meane to wed No path so full of danger man can tread Let not fraile beauty that 's the rode we passe Be much ador'd faire my Felina was Let not your Mistresse wealth or wit surprize For faire Felina was both rich and wise And let not blushes Ladies vertues tell Felina was once Chast and yet shee fell To his Mistrisse Philonella being at her Looking-glasse MY sweetest Philonella turne away From that Angelick figure lest you pay An adoration to your shade your eye May win an Hermit to Idolatrie Admit your soule be better guarded know I have still cause for doubt lest
's a hell in her intent Shee kills secure when shee seemes innocent If coy and nice take heede it is a slight Shee useth but to strengthen Appetite If witty in her power more dangers lye Shee 'le give you Logick for Adultery Prove lust legitimate at last beguile Your easy sense with a deluding smile More subtle then her Logick in such wayes Shee spends her pretious nere returning dayes The glory of her youth And which is worse Had shee Helena's beauty yet the curse Of Strumpets will attend her sicknesse seases Her over-charged body and diseases Will understand no Phisicke but prepare Her limbes for earth ere a repentant Prayer Can cherish her lost soule Thus shee defloure's Her living kindred and dead ancestors Of all their fertile fame so buried lyes A pittifull example to the wise But those whom shee abus'd in life will laugh Her finall fall and curse an Epitaph An abused Man Quasi a Cuccold YEE Gods that lend me Patience tell me why My guiltlesse fame pure as your Piety Must suffer for its innocence can fate For vertuous men such ills predestinate I st not enough you have confin'd my life To the loath'd prison of an unchast wife Extinguish'd Hymens Tapers and bespread With â—we and Cypresse my poore nuptiall bed But I must suffer the injurious wrong And Contumelic of each idiots tongue Take the reproach of him perhaps that thrives In his warme Plush by nought else but his wives Thrice bought adultery yet such as he Must on my Patience brand his Calumny Teach wiser men and such as know the price Of a chast wife It is a Paradise All candid soules enjoy not if they doâ— Yee are unjust my merits claime one too But I repent my rage conceive agen The reason why you punish vertuous men To make it in their suffering appeare They must attend their heaven is not here Yet tell my rude abusers onely this Not my unkindnesse causeth her amisse Nor is it poverty my torment brings For such as mine may be the fate of Kings Lust loseth all LVst The hot mother of unchast desires â—lacke spotted sâ—avers and destroying fires I must take breath to curse yee for I see My ruine will be perfected by thee Why do men call thee love when as no hate Retaine's a Plague maks man more desperate Thou rob'st him of all honour mak'st his name Become the onely title of a shame Oh may thy fawning falsehood nere have rest Within the confine's of a noble brest All the choice vertues that I ere could boast My soule enjoy'd insatiate lust hath lost Religion bid me first farewell for I Behold no beauty in Divinity Then wisedome left the mansion of my minde To follie 's trust who never was enclin'd Vnto chast lawes I did not wisedome misse Wealth can obtaine a lustfull Mistresse But soone as wisedome from my soule did slide Reason remov'd and bad me seeke a guide Which thus I did my present fancy flyes Vnto the daylight of my Mistresse eyes Which being darken'd by divine decrce I lost my way and was as blind as shee But when Religion Wisedome Reason went Faith left me too and with a firme consent Her sister Hope did follow both agree To heaven to transport kind charity Love lost his labour in me for unjust I did convert his civill lawes to lust Honor declin'd saying it is not right Man should be servant to his appetite Manhood exild himselfe and would not owne Me nor my acts I was all Woman growne Who thinks I am no loser who will say Hee 's not undone that hath no more to pâ—ay Let no man then expose his life and fame He must needs lose the divells in the game He that buyes pleasure at so deare a price Obtaine's an apple to lose Paradise A Dialogue betwixt Adversus and his Mistresse the Lady Contra. Adver FAyre Contra in the bosome of yon shade Remaynes a soft repose by nature made To give your beauty welcome t is a Bowâ—r Solicited by every fragrant Flower Nurs'd in this Rosy Province shall I crave I may conduct you to it sweete I have A gentle story to reveale so deare Vnto my selfe that none but your chast eare May heare the petty volume be but pleas'd To sit and heare and my desire is eas'd Contra. You will not kill my patience or betray My eares to some loose fancy from what Play Have you traduc'd your story is it new Decently delectable strange and true What title hath your story may it be Heard without teares comes it off merily Adver T is cald a Game at Hearts both strange and new The losers win if both the hearts play true Con. This is a riddle sure some fine defeate You have compos'd to give my wit the cheate Adver There is a man that 's I his heart doth vow Vnto a vertuous Lady that is you Be not offended fayrest this is all The story I can tell or ever shall I love you love you dearely in your eye Lives my devotion there 's a deity So powerfull that is calls my early eyes From practick Prayer to give it sacrifice I love you chastly my divine desire Aymes but at honord marriage all the fire Love the great king of passions did create Within my brest is as immacâ—lâ—te Temprate and pure as the bright flame that flyes In zeale from an accepted sacrifice Con. Is this your stories end is your game don Where be your losing winners who hath won Adverâ— The heart that never play'd play then and be A double winner I le lose all to thee Coâ— Indeede I cannot love or if I doe Credit me Sir I cannot fancy you You are to full of passion if you can Exile it from you and turne merry man You may obtaine my favour but if not Your game is done your story quite forgotâ— Adâ—er Oh the blind cuâ—se of lovers it doth make Man become Idiot for his mistresse sake But I disdaine the taske and let you know Your superficiall fayre-one that I bow Not to the feature of your femall kind But to a brest enrich'd with a faire minde If yours be so I love you but if not My love like to my story is forgot Must I become a Zane laugh and toy Your ever-losing favour to enjoy Doth your wise Ladiship conceit it fit I should implore the vertue of your wit With idle mirth reserv'd for want on guests Or must I plead my marriage love in jests T is a severe conjunction that doâ—h tye Two soules in one unto eternity And requires serious wisedome such as may Keepe the knot tyed more then the marriage day Perhaps you are engag'd your heart doth dwell Within anothers love him then farewell Contra Sola Thus Virgins sport away their loves thus I Have at one blast lost more felicity Then many Queenes can boast some pittying fate Contrive a meanes I may be fortunate In his lov'd love agen
faire face Riches doth me endue What will your Beauty doe whâ—n 〈◊〉 shall Deale cruelly and let your states both fall Begge with your Beauty can your Beauty then Contrive a meanes to raise you up agen But stay yonder comes vertue doe but see How poore shee goes yet shee s as nice as thee Vertus Health to you Ladies Beauty unto you My message comes I have a Servant true Corrupted by your eyes till he did see Your â—aining Smiles he was content with me Pray give him backe againe my mourning state Directs the Turtle that hath lost her Mate To beate her feather'd bosome Griefe and I Are in contention for the Majesty Of perfect sorrow and we finde that none Have such true griefe as those whose Love 's are gone Such is my state faire Lady doe not then Detaine my Love but send him home agen Beaâ— What Love doe I detaine what Servant where Did I subdue him what 's his Character Vertue When first I did behold him I could spye The simple Soule of Candid Majesty Take state in either cheeke for his defence He never Blush'd but to shew Innocence When he did court me a sweete Passion strove To tell me that he liv'd in perfect love I saw he did and yet am bold to tell He might have wrought Faith in an Infidâ—ll He had Exteriour Beauty too his eyes Had luster from his inward Purities They were a Frâ—ntispiece to all the good His Soule possessd greater in Grace then blood His name is Bellizarus let me have His person too t is all the blisse I crave Wealth That is my Love coy Vertue Beau. Which I claime Vertue But is my due Wealth Oh ye both lose your Aime He hath a wealthy Fortune shall it be Exposed to the certaine jeopardy Of Beauty or poore Vertue let him thrive In my esteemes Wealth keepes the heart alive I le shew him Mynes of Treasure which shall buy Pleasures that may perswade Mortality Into a Godhead I le a Pallace build Of chequer'd Marble whose large roofe shall yeeld Vnparalleld delights a thousand boyes Faire as Adonis with melodious noyse Of new found Timbrils shall awake his Sense From sullen sadnesse with profuse expence I le purchase curious dyet whose choise taste Shall create Odors in his Breath I le waste My unknowne Treasure to a Myte that he May hate you both and keepe his Love with me Beauty You argue weakely for him in my Eye A Lover's Amorous Passion can descry Tenne thousand fairer boyes young Cupids all And with my voyce at his commanding call I le warble various fancies that shall make His heart cold Melancholy quite forsake This Ruby Lippe being connex'd with his Shall be more pleasing then that Nectar is Iove doth revive his Youth with for his Scent My breath is sweeter then that Continent The Phoenix keepes her nest in when she burnes In Aromats and a New Phoenix turnes These but a modell of the pleasures be He shall enjoy let him returne to me Vertue If he be true no argument should make His honest soule his first chast love forsake Then were he yours and I by strife should win How could I be a vertue but a sin Fond women know I le teach him how to clime Beyond your hopes to treasures more sublime I le shew him how to be content with that Would make you sorrow sicke and desperate Fortune can wound you wealth beauty know The sweetest Roses that doe fayrest blow Will shatter into ruine you must feare Beauty will fade Springs last not all the yeare You talke of Boyes and Cupids I can see Through the pure cristalls of divinitie A heaven set with Angels of whose glory No mortalls pen could ere write perfect story And to this joy I le bring him if he be So wise to cast you off and live with me Wealth Yet he is mine and if the God of love Looke pleasing as he did I then will move My next suite unto Hymen and wee le be Ioyntly contracted by his Deity Do not you rayle then nor you trye your heart I have possession that 's the greater part Vertue I must returne to sorrow weepe and wayle For his lost soule Beauty I to revenge and raile Vse your owne counsell when your rayling's past Goe mourne with vertue and your beauty blast The complaint of an old Lady for the losse of her beauty A Ge Beauties tyrant why dost thou Furrowe my brow With what poyson hast thou made My Lillies fade What strange colour is this hayre That I weare Oh for love's sake tak 't away T is to gray In my cheekes no Roses grow Bud or blow But are gone for ever gone Every one In my eyes no Cupids dance To advance The bravery of Appetite To delight I to Venus shrine will goe With my woe And declare unto her all My beauties fall There complaine that crooked Age Full of rage Hath for ever banished White and red So perhaps I may obtaine Allagaine And disgracefull Age expell To her Cell But if not most sure I shall Ruin'd fall For when beauty is away All 's but Clay Fickle feature growes but brave For a Grave Where the beauty most repleate Wormes will eate Go then Beauty be not seene But in Virgin 's at sixteene When they are as old as I Let their Beauty fading dye T is an age for to decline To our graves not Venus shrine A Gentleman deploring his former follies REason I doe salute thy brightnesse thou Expellsts the mist of error from thy brow A radiant Beame is shot into my sâ—ule By which I have discovered how soule My former follies made me it is thee That makst poore Man become a monarchy Hadst thou been with me when the greedy grape Ingrossâ—d my senses and committed Rape Vpon my understanding I might be Lesse in Arrerage for Ebriâ—ty Had I enjoy'd thy company when I Inflaâ—â—'d with feaver-burning luxury Ruin'd a Ladies fame shee had beene pure And kept her may den innocence secure I had beene happy for my tainted name Had beene an honest Character no shame Had I employ'd thy councell when my wrath Ayded by envy trod a guilty path Vnto my freinds confusion but because He was not regular in Bacchus lawes My spleene had beee more temperate for I Had conquer'd rashnesse by sobrietie Hadst thou bin present when my ruder tongue Calumniousâ—y did doe my Mistresse wrong Who chastly loved when I did boldly say Shee was my looser creature to alay Lascivious desires that shee would doe What heaven knowes I here saduc'd her to Thou hadst corrected the egregious ill And I had liv'd her honor'd servant still Hadst thou beene pleas'd ever to lend thy store Of saving helpe such follyes on my score Had nere beene written t is not yet too late For devoute penitence to expiate Be my Adjutor Reason t is in thee That I will seeke mans mediocritie ELEGIACK POEMS An Elegie on his Inestimable friend Mr. Richard Gunnell Gent. GOe
throng Of ranke backbiters say thou hast no tongue Admit thou hast not t is not thy intent That thy chast silence should give free consent To every motion then they wonder what Thou movest thy head or point'st thy fingers at These were Enigmaes to them till I told The meaning and the Riddle did unfould That none but they who in thy thoughts abode Can understand the vertue of thy nod So art thou none but mine for onely I Retaine the knowledge of that mystery And I am thine who spight of envious mocks Will marry thee by way of Paradox No otherwise beleeve me Negra so I le lye with thee and beget children too Thus you that marry ill and live worse lives Like me make Para-doxes of your wives A Dialogue betwixt Castadorus and Arabellain bed Arabella DEare Castadorus let me rise Aurora gins to jeere me Shee tells me I doe wantonize Castadorus I prethee sweete lye neere me Let red Aurora smile my deere And Phoebus laughing follow Thou onely art Aurora here Let me be thy Apollo It is to envie at our blisse That they doe rise before us Is there such hurt in this or this Arabella Nay fye why Castadorus Castadorus What Arabella can one night Of loving dalliance tyre yee I could lye ever if I might One houre let me desire yee Arabella Fy fy you hurt me let me goe If you so roughly use me What can I say or thinke of you I prethee Love excuse me Castadorus Thy beauty and my love defend I should ungently move thee T is kisses sweete that I intend Is it not I that lâ—ve thee Arabella I doe confesse it is but then Since you doe so importune That I should once lye downe agen Vouchsafe to draw the Curtaine Aurora and Apollo too May visit silent fields By my consent they nere shall know The blisse our pleasure yeelds To his faithlesse Mistresse Vxoria WHere was I when I cald my mistresse faire As the bright East when clouds dispersed are To the vast North how did I grossely erre When rashly confident I durst preferre Her vertue bove Dianas when we met Why did I thinke the coole-lip't Violet Kiss'd not more chastly sweet or did suppose Her cheekes begat a colour in the rose But worst of all what madnâ—sse Seaz'd my sence When I conceiv'd her craft pure innocence Yee men of happy soules I meane that be Vnblasted with the breath of perjurie Proceeding from fraile woman keepe ye so Or you will finde earth cannot beare a foe So full of killing mischeife all that prove Embrace their ruine and yet call it love Oh in what Chaos did that Caytiffe dwell That taught the Age so good a word for Hell Because your Mistâ—esse eyes starrelike appeare Will you blaspheming cry that Heaven 's there T is melancholly madnesse and I le prove You are seduc'd by sorcery not love Her heart is deepe perdition can her eye Retaine one part of Heaven Hell so nigh I am experienc'd read your Fate in me Let Adam's tasting the excluded tree Worke feare in you good Angels tongues forbid That you should lose your Eden as we did Women have subtle slights thei le tell ye then What Evah lost Mary restor'd agen Producing all her virgin purity To be their honour though impiety Distracted into Arrogance and lust Engrosse their soules and bodies yet they must In the blacke booke of their lives fatall story Write for their owne the Virgin Maries glory Such false Vxoria is but if there be A woman Phoenix let her pardon me Shee was excluded when shee knowes my wrong I know shee le be too just to blame my tongue And thus conceive what vertue can he finde In any woman hath his owne unkind To her perjur'd Love Maritus her dishonorer OH my undoing faith now I repent My hope ere gave my charity consent To be thy love Maritus couldst thou spy Within the Sphere of my transparant eye One Cupid loosely revell to invite Thy soule to so unchast an appetite That for its satisfaction I must dye Kild in my inocence by perjury Oh false Maritus I have heard you tell That in my eyes two purer Cherub's dwell Then those that guard Elizium and my lip So chastly coole that should a Letcher sip He might convert to Angell my hands touch To a more guilty person doe as much What worâ—er thing are you these vertues can Convert them Angells and not you to man Have you a soule do you beleeve it must When to some urne you have resign'd your dust Have any residence doe you not feele In your wide conscience that Ixions wheele The Poets paint for Morall yet agree To take his torment as one worse then he Repent sigh weepe Maritus your wilde youth Hath murther'd innocence and wounded truth Whilst I stand my owne statue and my eyes Write this in teares HERE MY DEAD HONOR LYES A vow to his inestimable Mistresse BY the two Rosie blushes that did move In your chaste cheekes when I reveal'd my love By those Favonian sighs whose gentle calme Perfum'd the Ayre sweet as Iudean balme By those two Ruby Portalls that disclose Two Hemispheres of Pearle contriv'd to pose The yet amaz'd beholder by your eyes Brighter to me then Titan when he flyes Over Arabian mountaines ere his heate â— Doth cause the toyling rurall Negro sweate Vnder his spicy burthen by your haire Which pardon sweetest if I terme a snare To catch a Cupid in and falling low Into your bosome where the banks of Poe Shew nurseryes of Lillies I protest With a chast kisse upon your virgin brest Love's sacred register of vowes in thee My love and life hath chose eternity Yet take my countervow this zealous kisse I will be true so Angels meete their blisse A Dialogue betweene Icarus and surprized Phillida Phil. PRetty sweete-one looke on me Faine I would thy captive be Bound by thee is libertie Icar Be not so unkindly wise For your lookes will bribe my eyes To divulge where my heart lyes Phil. If they doe thou needst not feare By my innocence I sweare I le but place another there Icar That 's my feare I dare not prove Nor my resolution move Cause I know you are in love Phil. Lov'd Icarus and if I be I know I cannot injure thee Love and beauty will agree Ica Oh you doe my hearing wrong I have turn'd my eyes thus long To be captiv'd by your tongue Phil. Then my houres are happy spent If my tongue give such content It shall be thy Instrument Ica But be sure you use it then Thus unto no other men Lest that I grow deafe agen Loves progresse Love is my honest character I am The child of a faire mother and I came From yon' celestiall Pallace to surround This universe I did so and have found My deity ador'd by all I was Their onely Genius brought all acts to passe I enter'd a great Citty where I spy'd A fourescore Bridegroome and a sixteene Bride