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Poems, chiefly consisting of satyrs and satyrical epistles by Robert Gould.
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Gould, Robert, d. 1709?
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1689
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Description droops when I 'de thy praise relate And Language fails beneath the pond'rous weight O strange reverse Oft have I sent my cries Through yielding Air up echoing to the Skies How oft in each thick Melancholy Grove Have I sat mourning my improsp'rous Love How oft did I to senseless Trees complain Whose whistling leaves wisper'd back grief again Hard stones of Adamant ev'n seem'd to hear And in Compassion oft wou'd drop a Tear But harder you ne'r wept or lent a pitying Ear. So moving was each tender sigh and groan Ev'n Philomel has ceas'd her midnight mone And thought my melancholy strains more pitious than her own ' Vnkind Relentless Caelia wou'd I cry ' Must I thus scorn'd and thus unpitied dy ' Wou'd she vouchsafe one smile to ease the Slave ' I 'de go without reluctance to the Grave ' But she denies me that what then remains ' But with one stroke to free me from her Chains ' In Death the Lover's eas'd from all unjust ' Her pointed Frowns can't reach me in the Dust. Such were the words my wild despair let fall But this blest moment has o're paid 'em all Thus I methought my Passion 's progress mourn'd When Caelia weeping this reply return'd Amintor how shall I your Peace restore Or how reward the Pangs for me y 'ave bore My Love I fear is a return too small Take with it then my Life my Soul my all All cry'd I By Heav'n the Gift's so great As ev'n in Angels might Desire create And make 'em wish they mortal were like me T' enjoy so fair an Excellence as thee Who if I ever cease t' adore and love May darted vengeance brand me from above And if 't is possible to plague me more Plunge me in sorrow deeper than before What then Dear Charmer what remains but this What but to rush on our approaching bliss But first we 'll seal the Contract with a kiss But Ah! no sooner had the cursed sound Of those last words unwary utt'rance found But the fair Vision took her unseen flight And swiftly vanish't through the shades of night Awak't I started up and gaz'd around But not one glimpse of the dear shadow found 'T was gone 't was gone and with it fled away All the dear hope I had of future Joy Eternally relentless Pow'rs above Must all my constant sighs so fruitless prove As not to pierce the heart of her I love Must I for ever be O cursed State The wretched mark of her obdurate hate Must I for ever in these pangs remain Doom'd to love on yet doom'd to love in vain But 't is your will and I must not complain Yet O ye Powers had you been my Friend So far t o've let the Vision known no end That raptur'd with Imaginary Charms I might have slept whole Ages in her Arms Of all th' unnumber'd Joys you have in store For Vertue nothing cou'd have pleas'd me more But Ah! when we expect a sure relief To find we are but deeper fixt in grief Is of all human Curses sure the chief For know O Caelia O disdainful fair I must still love thee though I still despair Silvia in the Country 1682. AS in that Region where but once a year The Sun does show himself and disappear Leaving no glimpse behind but just to see All Comfort flies away as swift as he Through the dark Plains wild Echo's hoarsly ring And Lyons roar where Birds were us'd to sing If by hard chance some wretch is left behind For 't is a Climate shun'd by human kind He must endure an Age of ling'ring pain E're the bright Lamp of Heav'n returns again So till you left the Town 't was all clear day But night perpetual night now y' are away Like him alas his Northern Climes among Your stay is short but O! your absence long And O! how long so e're it is design'd That killing absence will afflict my Mind Nor me alone for all that know you mourn And all invoke the Gods for your return But why alas do I offend your Ear With that which you perhaps disdain to hear Or wish you back in this ill Town again The vast Exchange of all things lewd and vain When you so much the happier lot enjoy Free from those storms which here our Peace destroy No State-Plots there disturb your blisful hours But every moment is worth ten of ours Where the harmonious Quire in Copses sing Their Airs Divine and prophecy of Spring Where Nature smiles and yields you all things rare At least she sure must smile now you are there No rather let me wish my self with you And to that wish I 'll add this other too That you 'd be gracious to an am'rous Youth Nor let him suffer Martyrdom for Truth Silvia Luke-warm NOw while I languish on your gentle Breast That Pillow where my Cares are hush't to rest While our plump veins are full of youthful fire And nature able to make good desire Why at this Season in Love's choicest prime Shou'd you believe that I indulge a crime To urge enjoyment which you rather ought To think th' effect of Passion than a fault Think dearest Charmer how the Minutes fly And the preventing spite of Destiny Our vig'rous days alas will soon be gone And Impotence and Age come swiftly on Let us not then thus wast the pretious time 'T is that O Silvia that 's the greatest crime For as that fails as that consumes away Who knows too but our Passions may decay Enjoyment will preserve the Flame entire For that 's the fuel that maintains the Fire That 's Love indeed the rest is but desire That is the Oyl that makes the Colours last While Paints in Fresco fret away and wast For pity then change your half-yielding mind To be but kind in part is much unkind Luke-warm Indifferency I cannot bear Such tedious Hopes are worse than quick Despair Silvia Perjur'd SHE has ye Gods forgot the Vows she made And conscious flies the wretch she has betray'd But if she 's yet not past the pow'r of Love If Constancy have Charms or Verse can move I 'll fetch thy Vertue back forgetful fair And prove that plighted Oaths are something more than air In that sad Language I 'll my wrongs impart So lively will I paint my bleeding heart Ev'n thou thy self shalt blush and think it strange It shou'd be capable of such a change Yes fair persidious Maid 't will make thee pause To see all this and know thou art the cause For by your Falshood to soft Peace a Foe I 'm rais'd to the extremest pitch of woe From whence surveying all the numerous fry Of Men I see not one so curst as I. Did Angels know my truth as well as you Ev'n they wou'd wonder Man shou'd be so true But wonder more thou shou'd'st unfaithful prove To such an inexhausted fund of Love. You know and I shall nere forget the time If Love was Vertue then why is it
E. Eldest Son to the Marquess of H. upon his Marriage and Return 31 To the Earl of Dorset and Middlesex c. upon his Marriage with the Lady Mary Compton 33 To Sir Edward Nevil Baronet upon his Marriage 35 To my unknown Brother M r R. R. hearing he was happily married 36 To G. G. C. Esq upon the Report of his being dead 37 To P. A. Esq on his Poems and Translations c. 38 To Mr. G. F. then in the Country Writ in 1681. 39 To the Countess of Abingdon 41 To my Lady Anne Bainton on the 28 th of April 1688. 43 To Mrs. H. Key 47 Absence 50 Prologue design'd for a Play of mine 53 On the new Edition of Godfrey of Bulloign 1687. The true Fast. A Paraphrase on the 58th of Isaiah 56 The Harlot A Paraphrase on the 7th of Proverbs 60 To Madam G. with Mrs. Phillips's Poems 65 To Madam Beaw Occasioned by a Copy of Verses of my Lady Ann Bainton's 66 Instructions to a young Lady 66 Funeral Elegies To the Memory of Mr. John Oldham 67 To the Memory of Edmund Waller Esq 69 To the Memory of Colonel Edw. Cooke 71 To the Memory of Mrs. M. Peachley 73 Urania A Funeral Eclogue to the pious Memory of the Incomparable Mrs. Wharton 75 Alcander A Funeral Eclogue sacred to the Memory of Sir G. G. Baronet 82 Pindarick Poems To the Society of the Beaux Esprits 101 To the Earl of Abingdon c. 121 To the Memory of our late Sovereign Lord King Charles II. 125 Satyrs Prologue to the following Satyrs and Epistles 131 Love given over or a Satyr against the Pride Lust and Inconstancy c. of Woman 141 A Satyr against the Playhouse 161 A Satyr upon Man 195 A Satyr upon the Laureat 227 A Consolatory Epistle to a Friend made unhappy by Marriage or A Scourge for ill Wives 237 Jack Pavy aliàs Jack Adams 255 To Julian Secretary to the Muses a Consolatory Epistle in his Confinement 279 To the much honoured D. D. Esq sent him with the Satyr against Woman 282 To the Ingenious Mr. J. Knight 287 To my Lord of Abingdon c. 293 To the Reverend Mr. Francis Henry Cary c. upon my fixing in the Country 301 POEMS Chiefly consisting of SATYRS AND Satyrical Epistles SONG I. Fatal Constancy 1. CIara charming without Art The wonder of the Plain Wounded by Love's resistless Dart Had over-fondly giv'n her Heart To a regardless Swain Who though he well knew Her Passion was true Her Truth and her Beauty disdain'd While thus the fair Maid By her Folly betray'd To the rest of the Virgins complain'd 2. Take heed of Man and while you may Shun Love's Deceitful Snare For though at first it looks all Gay 'T is ten to one y' are made a Prey To Sorrow Pain and Care But if you love first Y' are certainly Curst Despair will insult in your Breast The Nature of Men Is to slight who love them And love those that slight 'em the best 3. Yet let the Conq'rour know my mind Ingrateful Celadon That he will never never find One half so true or half so kind When I am dead and gone But as she thus spoke Her tender Heart broke Death spares not the fair nor the Young So Swans when they dy Make their own Elegy And breath out their Life in a Song SONG II. No Life if no Love. 1. CAelia is Chast yet her bright Eyes Are Motives to desire Each Look each Motion does surprize And lasting Love inspire Her smiles wou'd make the Wretch rejoyce That ne're rejoyc't before And O! to hear her charming Voice Is Heav'n or something more 2. And thus adorn'd where e're she turns Fresh Conquests on her wait The trembling Restless Lover burns Nor can resist his Fate Ah! Caelia as thou' rt fair be kind Nor this small Grace deny Though Love for Love I never find Yet let me Love or Dy SONG III. Pity if you 'd be pity'd 1. WHY Caelia with that coy Behaviour Do you meet Amintor's Flame Why deny him ev'ry Favour That so much adores your Name Adores it too with such a Passion Fervent lasting and Divine That wou'd from all Hearts draw Compassion All but that hard Heart of thine 2. Gods Why thus d' ye wast your Graces Why thus Bountiful in vain Why give Devils Angels Faces First to please and then disdain Where ever was a Beauteous Creature That bore lightning in her Eye But to her Lover shew'd ill Nature And cou'd smile to see him dy 3. 'T is true at last Heav'ns Indignation Causeless hatred to Reprove Makes her doat with equal Passion On some Youth averse to Love One that regardless sees her languish Like a withering Lily pine O pity then Amintor's anguish Or that Fate may soon be thine SONG IV. The reāsonable Request 1. FOR pity Caelia ease my care The scorn your Eye does dart Swifter than Lightning pierces Air Runs to my trembling Heart The Pangs of Death are less severe When Souls and Bodies part But Death I 've oft invok't and shall again For what fond wretch wou'd on the Rack remain And have no use of Life but still to live in pain 2. I not presume to beg a Kiss Twou'd heighten my Desire And a kind look's a happiness That wou'd but mount it higher Nor yet your Love for that 's a Bliss Where I must ne're aspire No this is all that I request and sure A smaller Boon was never beg'd before Do but believe I love you and I ask no more SONG V. The Hopeless Comfort 1. NOT though I know she fondly lies Claspt in my Rival's Arms Can free my Heart or keep my Eyes From fixing on her Charms 2. Tell me ye Pow'rs that rule our Fate Why are frail men so vain With so much Zeal to wish for that They never can attain 3. Some Comfort 't is I 'me not alone All are like me undone And that which does like Death spare none Why shou'd I hope to shun SONG VI. The Fruitless Caution Amintor Caelia Am. TAke heed fair Caelia how you slight The Youth that courts you now For though fresh Charms like dawning Light Still flourish on your Brow Yet fairest Days must know a Night And so alas must Thou In vain in vain You 'l then complain In vain your Scorn and Cruelty bemone For none can prove So dull to love When Age approaches or when Beauty 's gone Caelia Cease Fond Amintor cease your Suit For 't is but urg'd in vain who 'd sow where they can reap no Fruit But Anguish and Disdain Your whining Passion I despise And hearken to 't no more Than the deaf Winds to Seamen's cries When all the Billows roar For if when Youth and Beauty 's gone I must be scorn'd of Men I 'le now revenge e're Age come on My Persecution then SONG VII The Wanderer fixt 1. E'Re I saw Silvia I with ease Cou'd find out many that cou'd please With Beauty fraught and free