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A77237	The tenth muse lately sprung up in America or severall poems, compiled with great variety of vvit and learning, full of delight. Wherein especially is contained a compleat discourse and description of the four elements, constitutions, ages of man, seasons of the year. Together with an exact epitomie of the four monarchies, viz. The Assyrian, Persian, Grecian, Roman. Also a dialogue between Old England and New, concerning the late troubles. With divers other pleasant and serious poems. By a gentlewoman in those parts.	Bradstreet, Anne, 1612?-1672.	1650 (1650)	Wing B4167; Thomason E1365_4; ESTC R209246	98,259	223

do'st nor canst thou name It is her own heat not thy faculty Thou do'st unjustly claime her property The help she needs the loving Liver lends Who th'benefit o' th' whole ever intends To meddle further I shal be but shent Th' rest to our Sisters is more pertinent Your slanders thus refuted takes no place Though cast upon my guiltlesse blushing face Now through your leaves some little time I 'le spend My worth in humble manner to commend This hot moist nurtritive humour of mine When 't is untaint pure and most genuine Shal firstly take her place as is her due Without the least indignity to you Of all your qualities I do partake And what you singly are the whole I make Your hot dry moyst cold natures are foure I moderately am all what need I more As thus if hot then dry if moist then cold If this can't be disprov'd then all I hold My vertues hid i 've let you dimly see My sweet complexion proves the verity This scarlet die's a badge of what 's within One touch thereof so beautifies the skin Nay could I be from all your tangs but pure Mans life to boundlesse time might stil endure But here 's one thrusts her heat where'ts not requir'd So suddenly the body all is fir'd And of the sweet calme temper quite bereft Which makes the mansion by the soul soon left So Melancholly ceases on a man With her uncheerful visage swarth and wan The body dryes the minde sublime doth smother And turns him to the wombe of 's earthy mother And Flegme like wise can shew her cruel art With cold distempers to pain every part The Lungs she rots the body weares away As if she 'd leave no flesh to turn to clay Her languishing diseases though not quick At length demolishes the faberick All to prevent this curious care I take i th' last concoction segregation make Of all the perverse humours from mine owne The bitter choler most malignant knowne I turn into his cel close by my side The Melancholly to the Spleen to ' bide Likewise the Whey some use I in the veines The over plus I send unto the reines But yet for all my toyl my eare my skil It 's doom'd by an irrevocable wil That my intents should meet with interruption That mortal man might turn to his corruption I might here shew the noblenesse of minde Of such as to the Sanguine are inclin'd They 're liberal pleasant kinde and courteous And like the Liver all benignious For Arts and Sciences they are the fittest And maugre Choler stil they are the wittest An ingenious working phantasie A most volumnious large memory And nothing wanting but solidity But why alas thus tedious should I be Thousand examples you may daily see If time I have transgrest and been too long Yet could not be more breif without much wrong I 've scarce wip'd off the spots proud Choler cast Such venome lyes in words though but a blast No braggs i 've us'd t' your selves I dare appeale If modesty my worth do not conceale I 've us'd no bitternesse nor taxt your name As I to you to me do ye the same Melancholy HE that with two assaylents hath to do Had need be armed wel and active too Especially when freindship is pretended That blow's most deadly where it is intended Though Choler rage and raile I 'le not do so The tongue 's no weapon to assault a foe But sith we fight with words we might be kind To spare our selves and beat the whistling winde Faire rosie Sister so might'st thou scape free I 'le flatter for a time as thou did'st me But when the first offenders I have laid Thy soothing girds shal fully be repaid But Choler be thou cool'd or cha●'d I 'le venter And in contentions lists now justly enter Thy boasted valour stoutly's been repell'd If not as yet by me thou shalt be quell'd What mov'd thee thus to villifie my name Not past all reason but in truth all shame Thy fiery spirit shal bear away this prize To play such furious pranks I am too wise If in a Souldier rashnesse be so precious Know in a General its most pernicious Nature doth teach to sheild the head from harm The blow that 's aim'd thereat is latch'd by th' arm When in Battalia my foes I face I then command proud Choler stand thy place To use thy sword thy courage and thy Art For to defend my self thy better part This warinesse count not for cowardise He is not truly valiant that 's not wise It 's no lesse glory to defend a town Then by assault to gain one not our own And if Marcellus bold be call'd Romes sword Wise Fabius is her buckler all accord And if thy haste my slownesse should not temper 'T were but a mad irregular distemper Enough of that by our Sister heretofore I 'le come to that which wounds me somewhat more Of Learning and of Policie thou would'st bereave me But 's not thy ignorance shal thus deceive me What greater Clerke or polititian lives Then he whose brain a touch my humour gives What is too hot my coldnesse doth abate What 's diffluent I do consolidate If I be partial judg'd or thought to erre The melancholy Snake shal it aver Those cold dry heads more subrilly doth yeild Then all the huge beasts of the fertile field Thirdly thou dost confine me to the spleen As of that only part I was the Queen Let me as wel make thy precincts the gal To prison thee within that bladder smal Reduce the man to 's principles then see If I have not more part then al ye three What is without within of theirs or thine Yet time and age shal soon declare it mine When death doth seize the man your stock is lost When you poor bankrupts prove then have I most You 'l say here none shal ere disturbe my right You high born from that lump then take your flight Then who 's mans friend when life and all forsakes His mother mine him to her wombe retakes Thus he is ours his portion is the grave But whilst he lives I le shew what part I have And first the firme dry bones I justly claim The strong foundation of the stately frame Likewise the useful spleen though not the best Yet is a bowel cal'd wel as the rest The Liver Stomach owes it thanks of right The first it draines o' th' last quicks appetite Laughter though thou savst malice flowes from hence These two in one cannot have residence But thou most grosly do'st mistake to thinke The Spleen for al you three was made a sinke Of al the rest thou 'st nothing there to do But if thou hast that malice comes from you Again you often touch my swarthy hew That black is black and I am black t is true But yet more comely far I dare avow Then is thy torrid nose or brasen brow But that which shewes how high thy spight is bent In charging

wrath is little When thousands else admire you in each tittle ● W. Upon the Author by a knowne Friend NOw I beleeve Tradition which doth call The Muses Vertues Graces Females all Only they are not nine eleaven nor three Our Authresse proves them but one unity Mankind take up some blushes on the score Menopolize perfection no more In your owne Arts confesse your selves out-done The Moone hath totally ecclips'd the Sun Not with her sable mantle mufling him But her bright silver makes his gold looke dim Just as his beams force our pale Lamps to winke And earthly Fires within their ashes shrinke I cannot wonder at Apollo now That he with Female Lawrell crown'd his brow That made him witty had I leave to chuse My Verse should be a Page unto your Muse C. B. ARme arme Soldado's arme Horse Horse speed to your Horses Gentle-women make head they vent their plots in Verses They write of Monarchies a most seditious word It signifies Oppression Tyranny and Sword March amain to London they 'l rise for there they flock But stay a while they seldome rise till ten a clock R. Q. In praise of the Author Mistris Anne Bradstreet Vertue 's true and lively Patterne Wife of the Worshipfull Simon Bradstreet Esquire At present residing in the Occidentall parts of the World in America alias NOV-ANGLIA VVHat Golden splendent STAR is this so bright One thousand miles thrice told both day and night From th' Orient first sprung now from the West That shines swift-winged Phoebus and the rest Of all Joves fiery stames surmounting far As doth each Planet every falling Star By whose divine and lucid light most cleare Natures darke secret Mysteries appeare Heaven's Earths admired wonders noble acts Of Kings and Princes most heroick facts And what e're else in darknes seem'd to dye Revives all things so obvious now to th' eye That he who these its glittering Rayes viewes o're Shall see what 's done in all the world before N. H. Upon the Author T Were extreame folly should I dare attempt To praise this Authors worth with complement None but her self must dare commend her parts Whose sublime brain 's the Synopsis of Arts Nature and Skil here both in one agree To frame this Master-peice of Poetry False Fame belye their Sex no more it can Surpasse or parallel the best of man C. B. Another to M ris Anne Bradstreete Author of this Poem I 'Ve read your Poem Lady and admire Your Sex to such a pitch should e're aspire Goe on to write continue to relate New Histories of Monarchy and State And what the Romans to their Poets gave Be sure such honour and esteeme you 'l have H. S. An Anagram Anna Bradestreate Deer Neat An Bartas So Bartas like thy fine spun Poems been That Bartas name will prove an Epicene Another Anne Bradstreate Artes bred neat An To her most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq these humbly presented DEare Sir of late delighted with the sight Of your T D. on the four parts of the world sour sisters deckt in black white Of fairer Dames the sun near saw the face though made a pedestall for Adams Race Their worth so shines in those rich lines you show Their paralells to find I scarcely know To climbe their Climes I have nor strength nor skill To mount so high requires an Eagles quill Yet view thereof did cause my thoughts to soare My lowly pen might wait upon those four I bring my four and four now meanly clad To do their homage unto yours most glad Who for their age their worth and quality Might seem of yours to claime precedency But by my humble hand thus rudely pen'd They are your bounden handmaids to attend These same are they of whom we being have These are of all the life the nurse the grave These are the hot the cold the moist the dry That sinke that swim that fill that upwards flye Of these consists our bodyes cloathes and food The world the usefull hurtfull and the good Sweet harmony they keep yet jar oft times Their discord may appear by these harsh rimes Yours did contest for Wealth for Arts for Age My first do shew their good and then their rage My other four do intermixed tell Each others faults and where themselves excell How hot and dry contend with moist and cold How Aire and Earth no correspondence hold And yet in equall tempers how they gree How divers natures make one unity Some thing of all though mean I did intend But fear'd you 'ld judge one Bartas was my friend I honour him but dare not wear his wealth My goods are true though poor I love no stealth But if I did I durst not send them you Who must reward a theife but with his due I shall not need my innocence to clear These ragged lines will do 't when they appear On what they are your mild aspect I crave Accept my best my worst vouchsafe a grave From her that to your selfe more duty owes Then waters in the boundlesse Ocean flowes ANNE BRADSTREET THE PROLOGUE 1. TO sing of Wars of Captaines and of Kings Of Cities founded Common-wealths begun For my mean Pen are too superiour things And how they all or each their dates have run Let Poets and Historians set these forth My obscure Verse shal not so dim their worth 2. But when my wondring eyes and envious heart Great Bartas sugar'd lines doe but read o're Foole I doe grudge the Muses did not part 'Twixt him and me that over-fluent store A Bartas can doe what a Bartas wil But simple I according to my skill 3. From School-boyes tongue no Rhethorick we expect Nor yet a sweet Consort from broken strings Nor perfect beauty where 's a maine defect My foolish broken blemish'd Muse so sings And this to mend alas no Art is able ' Cause Nature made it so irreparable 4. Nor can I like that fluent sweet tongu'd Greek Who lisp'd at first speake afterwards more plaine By Art he gladly found what he did seeke A full requitall of his striving paine Art can doe much but this maxime's most sure A weake or wounded braine admits no cure 5. Iam obnoxious to each carping tongue Who sayes my hand a needle better fits A Poets Pen all scorne I should thus wrong For such despight they cast on female wits If what I doe prove well it wo'nt advance They 'l say its stolne or else it was by chance 6. But sure the antick Greeks were far more milde Else of our Sex why feigned they those nine And poesy made Calliope's owne childe So ' mongst the rest they plac'd the Arts divine But this weake knot they will full soone untye The Greeks did nought but play the foole and lye 7. Let Greeks be Greeks and Women what they are Men have precedency and still excell It is but vaine unjustly to wage war Men can doe best and Women know it well Preheminence in each and all is yours Yet grant some