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A02453
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Castara the third edition. Corrected and augmented.
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Habington, William, 1605-1654.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
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Shrinke from the pillow where it growes Or an intruding cold hath powre To scorne the perfume of the Rose Our sences like false glasses show Smooth beauty where browes wrinkled are And makes the cosen'd fancy glow Chaste vertue 's onely true and faire To my noblest Friend I. C. Esquire Sir I Haâ—e the Countries durt and manners yet I love the silence I embrace the wit And courtship flowing here in a full tide But loathe the expence the vanity and pride No place each way is happy Here I hold Commerce with some who to my eare unfold After a due oath ministred the height And greatnesse of each star shines in the state The brightnesse the eclypse the influence With others I commune who tell me whence The torrent doth of forraigne discord flow Relate each skirmish battle overthrow Soone as they happen and by rote can tell Those Germane townes even puzzle me to spell The crosse or prosperous fate of Princes they Ascribe to rashnesâ—ee cunning or delay And on each action comment with more skill Then upon Livy did old Matâ—havill O busie folly Why doe I my braine Perplex with the dull pollicies of Spaine Or quicke designes of France Why not repaire To the pure innocence o th' Country ayre And neighbor thee deare friend Who so dost give Thy thoughts to worth and vertue that to live Blâ—st is to trace thy wayes There might not we Arme against passion with Philosophie And by the aide of leisure so controule What-ere is earth in us to grow all soule Knowledge doth ignorance ingender when VVe study misteries of other men And forraigne plots Doe but in thy owne shade â—hy head upon some flowry pillow laide Kind Natures huswifery contemplate all His stratagems who laborus to inthrall The world to his great Master and you le finde Ambition mocks it selfe and grasps the wind Not conquest makes us great Blood is to deare A price for glory Honour doth appeare To statesmen like a vision in the night And jugler-like workes o th' deluded sight Th' unbusied onely wise For no respect Indangers them to error They affect Truth in her naked beauty and behold Man with an equall eye not bright in gold Or tall in title so much him they weigh As Vertue raiseth him above his clay Thus let us value things And since we find Time bends us toward death le ts in our mind Create new youth and arme against the rude Assaults of age that no dull solitude â—th ' country dead are thoughts nor busie care â—th ' towne make us not thinke where now we are And whether we are bound Time nere forgoâ— His journey though his steps we numbred not To CASTARA What Lovers will say when she and he are dead I Wonder when w' are dead what men will say Will not poore Orphan Lovers weepe The parents of their Loves decay And envy deâ—th the treasure of our sleepe Will not each trembling Virgin bring her feares To th' holy silence of my Vrne And chide the Marble with her teares 'Cause she so soone faith's obsequie must mourne For had Fate spar'd but Arapâ—ill she 'le say He had the great example stood And fore't unconstant man obey The law of Loves Religion not of blood And youth by female perjury betraid Will to Castara's shrine deplore His injuries and death obrayd That woman lives more guilty then before For while thy breathing purified the ayre Thy Sex hee 'le say dâ—d onely move By the chaste influence of a faire Whose vertue shin'd in the bright orbe of love Now woman like a Meteor vapor'd forth From dung hills doth amaze our eyes Not shining with a reall worth But subtile her blacke errors to disguise Thus will they talke Castara while our dust In one darke vault shall mingled be The world will fall a prey to lust VVhen Love is dead which hath one fate with me To his Muse. HEre Virgin fix thy pillars and command They sacred may to after ages stand In witnesse of loves triumph Yet will we Castara find new worlds in Poetry And conquer them Not dully following those Tame lovers who dare cloth their thoughts in prose But we will henceforth more Religious prove Concealing the high mysteries of love From the prophane Harmonious like the spheares Our soules shall move not reacht by humane eares That Musicke to the Angels this to fame I here commit That when their holy flame True lovers to pure beauties would rehearse They may invoke the Genius of my verse FINIS A Friend IS a man For the free and open discovery of thoughts to woman can not passe without an over licentious familiarity or a justly occasion'd suspition and friendship can neither stand with vice nor infamie He is vertuous for love begot in sin is a mishapen monster and seldome out-lives his birth He is noble and inherits the vertues of all his progenitors though happily unskilfull to blazon his paternall coate So little should nobility serve for story but when it encourageth to action He is so valiant feare could never be listned to when she whisper'd danger and yet fights not unlesse religion confirmes the quarrell lawfull He submits his actions to the government of vertue not to the wilde decrees of popular opinion and when his conscience is fully satisfied he cares not how mistake and ignorance interpret him He hath so much fortitude he can forgive an injurie and when hee hath overthrowne his opposer not insult upon his weaknesse Hee is an absolute governor no destroyer of his passions which he imployes to the noble increase of vertue He is wise for who hopes to reape a harvest from the sands may expect the perfect offices of friendship from a foole He hath by a liberall education beene softned to civility for that rugged honesty some rude men professe is an indigested Chaos which may containe the seedes of goodnesse but it wants forme and order He is no flutterer but when he findes his friend any way imperfect he freely but gently informes him nor yet shall some few errors cancell the bond of friendship because he remembers no endeavours can raise â—an above his frailety He is as slow to enter into that title as he is to forsake it a monstrous vice must disobliege because an extraordinary vertue did first unite and when he parts he doth it without a duell He is neither effeminate nor a common courtier the first is so passionate a doater upon himselfe hee cannot spare love enough to bee justly named friendship the latter hath his love so diffusive among the beauties that man is not considerable He is not accustomed to any sordid way of gaine for who is any way mechanicke will sell his friend upon more profitable termes He is bountifull and thinkes no treasure of fortune equall to the preservation of him he loves yet not so lavish as to buy friendship and perhaps afterward finde himselfe overseene in the purchase He is not exceptioâ—s for jealousie proceedes from weakenesse