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A29976	Chorus poetarum, or, Poems on several occasions by the Duke of Buckingham, the late Lord Rochester, Sir John Denham, Sir Geo. Etheridge, Andrew Marvel, Esq., the famous Spencer, Madam Behn, and several other eminent poets of this age.	Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687.	1694 (1694)	Wing B5309; ESTC R3195	38,769	192

Jealousies their present Joys beset But in soft Chat they past their drowsie time And neither knew nor could suspect a Crime So harmless Doves with Cooing murmurs meet And oft with their repeated Billings greet Yet all secure from Guilt they knew no shame Their Souls ne'er swell'd with that impurer Flame Condemn'd by Vertue but with Thoughts as free As the first Man in the World's Infancy They pleas'd each other not those untaught Smiles By which our fearless Infant Age beguiles So thians of all their Rage not that blest Fire Which does the vast Superior World inspire With never-sading Love had less offence Or chaster Thoughts or nobler Innocence Melania's Bosom chast as that pure Snow Which faming Winds from Northern Mountains blow No untam'd wish e'er knew that Virgin-seat Thither no modish Follies durst retreat But sacred Innocence there built her Nest Richer than all the Spices of the East Sweeter than Odours from those wond'rous Fires Wherein the Phoenix now full-aged expires Damon's maturer Age to Vertue 's Lore Submissive long the deep Impressions bore Of sweet Melania's Goodness all his Breast The fair Ideas of her Soul possest His Heart no Lawless Fancies e'er could move Fill'd with his own Astraea's boundless Love Astraea too Melania's Soul possest Astraea with Melania's Love was blest While Love and Friendship Damon's Heart divide No Ebb e'er slakes his double rising Tide But both Poetic lofty Dreams outflew Chast as Astraea's as Melania's true But jealous Fools disturb'd their envy'd ease Nor can the Rules of sacred Friendship please Unnurtured Souls whose groveling Fancies rove Only on senseless Lusts and Brutish Love And as from that huge Elm which shades our Cell Broke by a Storm the spreading Branches fell And torn from their old Trunk and unsupply'd By native Sap soon dropp'd their Leaves and dy'd So fell Melania so the blushing Flowers Of Poppies sink opprest by hasty Showers The Cowslip so when to the Sithe it yields In its own Sweets enbalm'd perfumes the fragrant Fields ALTHAEA Such is thy Voice my Thyrsis such thy Song The Verse so easie and the words so strong That should the Gods of Love and Music joyn Their Harmony my dear must yield to thine Not drooping Plants love more the gentle Rains Or pretty Nymphs to trip it o'er the Plains Or wearied Swains in coolest Shades to sleep Or Damon o'er Melania's Hearse to weep Than I to hear my tuneful Thyrsis sing And to my longing Ears her dearest Name to bring And if just Fame thy Rustic Muse can give Or Vertue from Oblivion's force retrieve Ever Melania's Love and Praise and Name shall live The Tempest A Fragment WHen the next horrid Scene salutes their Eyes And nothing they discern but Seas and Skies Nor these too long for now black Clouds arise Contending Winds from several Quarters roar And rising Seas rowl to the foaming Shoar The Clam'rous Saylers climb the rattling Shrouds And horrid Thunder rends the bellowing Clouds Flashes of Fire with their amazing Light Strike through the Gloom and interrupt the Night The hideous deep restoring to their Sight Vows like themselves lost by the Winds their form Their Pilot quits the Helm their Pilot now 's the Storm Fate on amain with the next Billow rowls A damp like Death strikes thro their Limbs and Horror thro' their Souls To the Sacred Memory of Charles the First HAil Glorious Martyr Saint triumphant Hail Fix'd now above our sordid Earth Bless'd with an immortal Birth Lovely gentle soft and kind A Royal still and a Seraphic Mind Against whose radiant Head no sullen Clouds prevail Hail thy great Master's parallel He too was born a Prince divinely pure From Ills within himself secure But from abroad pursu'd with all the Storms of Hell I see I see the wond'rous Infant fly Array'd with Godlike Majesty The Winds and Clouds his little Frowns obey And bright Angelic Guards attend him all the way Those happy Subjects still attend their King And all around their Hallelujahs sing With their great Master's Lot content In an inglorious Banishment While impious Slaves stand of his Throne possess'd By every Fiend ador'd and every Rebel bless'd See where the Youth returns his wond'rous Eyes Bright as that Lightsom Orb which gilds the Skies His Shape Divine ineffable his Face Above the Charms of Human Race Cast in a perfect Mould The Lines all easie and the Figure bold By an unerring Artist's Hand design'd To represent in Flesh and Blood As far as a material Substance could The lively Image of his own Almighty Mind Cloth'd all with Goodness and adorn'd with 〈◊〉 Wise as the Serpent harmless as the Dove And kind as every Influence above At his Command a sudden Calm o'er-spread The rolling Seas And ev'ry fierce Disease Before him fled And with his mighty Voice he rouz'd the slumb'ring Dead All Nature to his Hand submissly bow'd And Hell it self his sacred Pow'r allow'd While with a thousand Miracles he try'd To cicurate his Rebel 's boundless Pride Yet all so good so kind so free As none could e'er effect but he The glorious Central point of all the Deity But Man th' unhappy cause of his own dreadful Woes No bounds of Reason or of Prudence knows But with a wild unguided Soul Does all his own Felicities controul And tho' in Shades of horrid Night He gropes and pores and longs for Light Yet when it comes he gapes sickens at the sight So the fam'd Jewish Rabbins wond'ring stood Crush'd and o'erwhelm'd with Good Blind with Light 's invading Beams Drunk with Mercy 's flowing Streams And mad with their own senceless Dreams Not their own Monarchs Rights or Influence understood Hark how they curse Hark how the slaves revile Their Lord and Ermine Innocence defile Oppress him with a thousand Lyes A thousand silly Crimes surmise Now in a friendly smooth Disguise And then as surly Enemies A thousand Rebel Arts and Stratagems devise While he the Tyrant and the Traytor stands Obedient to his own Rebellious Slaves commands He too the mark of common Scorn was made Kiss'd by a Judas and betray'd Charg'd with a fond Design Their ancient Policies to undermine Slily to introduce the Roman Power And make Exotic Rites Judaean Schemes devour Accus'd condemn'd rais'd to the fatal Tree Branded with shameless Infamy And Malice still pursu'd his sacred Name Then to be true or just or kind To be to Christian Laws confin'd To own their Soveraign Prince or strive To keep his Honours or his Rights alive Expos'd to danger and expos'd to Shame But the Day breaks the sullen Gloom withdraws And Death rescinds his Perso-Median Laws His Bars his Chains his Rockey Walls give way And jocund Angels bless the rising Day Up to the Palace of the Skies On humble Clouds the mighty Conqueror flies The Crown the Scepter and the Throne All chang'd no Cross no Reed no Thorns were seen But with a sweet Majestic Mien Fair Love still in his Eyes triumphant shone None press'd

his last decree Cease then your fruitless Sighs your Vows and Tears The Gods are deaf to wretched Mortals Prayers Or Power or Will they want to ease our tort'ring Cares Sooner shall Priests deserted Vertue love And sooner Princes modest Worth shall move Than Sighs and Pray'rs the stubborn Pow'rs above Tell me vain Biggots who e'er sound Success In having more or in suff'ring less By all your dayly and your nightly Cries Your Fasts and Penance and such idle Toys Then be no more by holy Lyes mislead Of airy Bliss prepar'd to feast the Dead But use those few those wretched Hours you have To please the SENSE there 's nought beyond the Grave Fair Cloris then lay Biggotry aside Take Sense and Reason for your surer Guide And quit not certain Joys for Hopes above There 's nothing there as all Men grant but Love Forestall those Joys then whilst you 're here and try How sweet it is to love before you die You so on both sides will be sure to gain For after Life if naught at all remain You won't have spent your preciousHours in vain But if from hence we pass to endless Love You 'll be no Novice in the Joys above Then give a Loose to Fancy and Desire Let e'ry soft and Amorous Thought take Fire Commit thy Conduct to indulgent LOVE Ah! then bright Nymph believe me you will prove What melting Raptures and what ecstasie The God decrees you shall receive from me When all dissolv'd within thy clasping Arms Thou tast'st my vig'rousLove I rifle all thyCharms Then both our ravish'd Souls shall swiftly rise View and enjoy each other at our Eyes Till mounting Transports wing their mutual flight To leave us drown'd in streaming warm delight Each Phoenix hour thus in Love's Beams we 'll burn Which still shall loaden with fresh Joys return And rise more gay from 's Aromatic Urn. Thus we shou'd live and thus to live were made Fate brings us Ills enough without our Aid To his Departing Friend By a young Gentleman of Eighteen THey say that Swans as by the Streams they lie Salute Approaching Fate with Melody But if they lost a thing so dear as thee They sure wou'd spare that charming Obsequy If they but knew what 't is to lose a Friend They sure wou'd choose then a more silent end The deepest Sorrow in deepest Silence gleams The hottest Fires have still the smallest flames Tho' noisie Grief a Heart untouch'd declares Yet piercing Woe may flow in Sighs and Tears ' Twou'd be unkind to see a Friend depart Without the Sighs of a forsaken Heart These num'rous Sighs my pregnant Griefs produce Without the help of my ungodly Muse What Sorrow dictates like a Friend receive Share you the Sorrow which with me you leave 'T is this is Friendships sad Prerogative On Cleona walking in the Sun By the same SEE where she walks in the Sun's glowing Ray Casting all round more bright more beamy Day See how the blushing God in haste retires And in a sullen Cloud hides all his vanquish'd Fires What Beauty did his flying Daphne grace That shines not brighter in her lovely Face Why then pursues he not this nobler Chace What better Object can his Wishes move 'T is sure his wild Ambition checks his Love Jealous of Empire he her Love declines He sees below how bright her Beauty shines And fears if once exalted to the Skies She 'd rob him of his Eastern Sacrifice Make the mad World his fainter Pow'r disown And pay their juster Homage at her Throne For his weak Beams alternately still set And wrap the sad forsaken World in Jett Whilest the strong Glories of Cleona's Eyes Nor dimly set nor need a brighter Rise These still dart forth their full Meridian Light Without one Cloud without successive Night To all those happy Zealots who embrace The soft Religion of her Heav'nly Face Whilst grosser Infidels depriv'd of Sense Want all the num'rous Joys her Charms dispense From the black Caverns of eternal Night When Clouds of rising gloom oppress'd the Light Thus Israel still enjoy'd the chearful Day And only Aegypt's native Sons in solid Darkness lay Written on a Letter sent to his Mistress GO envy'd Lines possess a Bliss far higher Than I who send you dare alass aspire You 'll kiss her balmy Hands employ her Eyes For which your fond Endicter hourly dies Prepost'rous Fate to cast such Gifts away On those who cannot taste her bounteous Joy Whilst I who shou'd the mighty Blessing prize Languish to touch her Hands and gaze upon her Eyes To CUPID A SONG I Know thy Malice trifling Boy Thou wou'd'st my Happiness destroy Because Septimius wounded lies Not by thy Darts but Acme's Eyes Shake not at me thy threatning Dart But wound the cruel Acme's Heart But oh I fear thy Deity will prove Too weak to thaw that Icy Maid to Love In Praise of Satyr WHilst Saturn reign'd with his old Golden Face An easie Bliss he spread o'er all our Race No Priest no King no State no Partial Law Curb'd Vice and Folly with unequal Awe But with Success unclouded Reason strove To unite all within the Bonds of Love And universal Happiness combin'd To fix its safe Dominion o'er Mankind Then Gods and Men beneath th'innocuous Shades With harmless Flocks and yet as harmless Maids From impious Guilt secure together lay While Love and rural Notes bless'd all the live-long Day But when young Jove usurp'd the Heav'nly Crown And sent the pious Saturn whirling down This universal Consort soon gave o'er And Reason's Harmony was heard no more Swift fled the broken Joys o' th' Silver Age Swifter their sad Remains of the next Stage Till all born down with the Impetuous Tide Of Lust and Envy Avarice and Pride And Follies vast and numerous beside Wisdom in vain with the Auxiliary Law Unite their force to stop the mighty flaw The various Law and Wisdom's surer Rules Are brav'd by thriving Knaves and powerful Fools Riches and Pow'r give Innocence and Brains And only little Crimes the Actor stain Whilst taller Villainies securely reign From Satyr only cou'd we hope redress From that alone derive our Happiness All other Helps to prosp'rous Crimes give way To Golden Hopes a flatt'ring Homage pay Impartial Satyr Truth alone can sway For Rogues whose Wealth or Pow'r out-brave the Law By juster Satyrists are kept in awe A purple Villain in his safest hold Tho' barricado'd round with mighty Gold Can't guard his Crimes from this consuming Flame Nor yet secure from Infamy his blasted Name Satyr like Bolts from the great Thunderer sent Strikes Rogues above all other Punishment A Letter to Walter Moyle Esq By A. H. Esq DEar Moyle bless'd Youth whose forward Wit pursues The noble Pleasures Reason bids thee choose Reason which ruling by the Laws of Sense Does a just easie Government dispense Quitting those Laws turns Tyrant wildly reigns By reveal'd projects of distemper'd Brains Dear Moyle what shall I fansie now employs Thy time What

by some new holy cheat These pious Frauds too slight t' inslave the Brave Are proper Arts the long-ear'd Rout t' enslave Bribe hungry Priests to deifie your Might To teach your Will the only rule of Right And sound Damnation to those dare deny 't The Heavens design 'gainst Heaven you should turn Then they will fear those Powers they once did scorn When all the nobler Int'rest in Mankind By Hirelings sold to you shall be resign'd And by Impostures God and Man betray'd The Church and State you safely may invade So boundless Lewis in full Glory shines Whilst your starv'd Power in legal Fetters pines Shake off those Baby-bands from your strong Arms Henceforth be deaf to the old Witches Charms Tast the Delicious Sweets of SOVERAIGN POWER 'T is Royal Game whole Kingdoms to devour Three spotless Virgins to your Bed I ll bring A Sacrifice to you their God and King As these grow stale we 'll harasse humane Kind Rack Nature till new Pleasures she shall find Strong as your Raign beauteous as your Mind When she had spoke a confus'd murmur rose Of French Scotch Irish all my mortal Foes Some English too disguis'd with shame I spy'd Brought up by that vile Son-in-Law of H With fury drunk like Bachanals they roar Down with Magna Charta that common Whore With joynt consent on helpless me they flew And from my Charles to a base Goal me drew My reverend Age expos'd to Scorn and Shame To Boys and Bawds they made me publick Game Frequent Addresses to my Charles I send And my sad Fate unto his care command But his great Soul transform'd by the French Dame Had lost all Sense of Honour Justice Fame And like tam'd Spinster in Seraglio sits Besieg'd by Whores Buffoons and Bastard Chits Lull'd in security rowling in his Lust Resigns his Crown to Angel Querouels trust Mask'd James the Irish Pagods doth adore His Cheiftaine Teague commands on Sea and Shoar Thus the State 's night-mar'd by this Hellish Rout And none are left these Furies to cast out Oh! Vindex come and purge this poyson'd State Descend descend e're the Cure grow desperate Rawleigh Once more Great Queen thy Darling strive to save Snatch him again from Scandal and the Grave Present to 's Thoughts his long-scorn'd Parliament The Basis of his Throne and Government In his deaf Ears sound his dead Father's Name Perhaps that Spell may's erring Soul reclaim Who knows what good Effects from thence may spring 'T is Godlike Good to save a falling King Britannia Rawleigh no more so long in vain l 've try'd The S from the Tyrant to divide As easily learned Virtuoso's may With Dog's Blood his gentle Kind convey Into the Wolf and make him Guardian turn To the Bleating Flock by him so lately torn If this Imperial Isle once taint the Blood It 's by no powerful Antidote withstood Tyrants like Leprous Kings for public weal Must be immur'd least their Contagion steal Over the whole those left of Jesse's Line To this firm Law their Scepter did resign Shall then this base Tyrannic Brood evade Eternal Laws by God and Mankind made To the Serene Venetian State I'llgo From her sage Mouth fam'd Principles to know With her I Will the Antients wisdom read And teach my People in their steps to tread By this grand Pattern such a State I 'll frame Shall darken Story and ingross lov'd Fame Till then my Rawleigh teach our noble Youth To love Sobriety and holy Truth Watch and preside thou o'er their tender age Lest Court Corruptions should their Souls engage Tell them how Arts and Arms in thy young days Employ'd the Youth nor Tavern Stews and Plays Tell them the generous Scorn they ought to owe To Flattery Pimping and a gaudy Show Teach them to scorn a mean tho' Lordly Name Procur'd by Lust by Treachery and Shame Make them admire the Sidneys Talbots Veres Drakes Cavendish Baker Men void of slavish Fears True Sons of Glory Pillars of the State On whose fam'd Deeds all Tongues all Writers wait When with fresh Ardour their brave Breasts do burn Back to my dearest Countty I 'll return Tarquin's just judge and Caesar's equal Peers With me I 'll bring to dry my Peoples Tears Publicola with healing Wings shall pour Balms in their wounds and flecting Life restore Greek Arts and Roman Arms in her conjoyn'd Shall England raise relieve oppress'd Mankind So days bright Sun th' infected Globe did free From noxious Monster Hell-born Tyranny So shall my England in a holy War In Triumphlead chain'd Tyrants from afar Her true Crusado's shall at last pull down The Turkish Cressant and the Persian Crown Freed by thy Labours fortunate bless'd Isle The Earth shall rest the Heaven shall on us smile And this kind secret for Reward shall give No Poysonous Monarch on thy Earth shall live The Loyal SCOT by Cleveland 's Ghost Being a Recantation of his former Satyr Intituled The Rebel Scot. By Andrew Marvel Esq OF the old Heroes when the Warlike Shades Saw Douglas marching thro' the Elysian Glades They straight consulting gather'd in a Ring Which of their Poets should his Welcome sing And as a favourable Penance chose Cleveland on whom they would that Task impose He understands but willingly addrest His ready Muse to court their welcome Guest Much had he cur'd the tumor of his Vein He judg'd more clearly now and saw more plain For those soft Airs had temper'd every Thought And of wise Lethe he had took a Draught Abruptly he began disguising Art As of his Satyr this had been a Part. Not so brave Douglas on whose lovely Chin The early down but newly does begin And modest Beauty yet his Sex did veil While envious Virgins hope he is a Male. His shady Locks turn back themselves to seek Nor other Courtship know but to his Cheek Oft as he in Chill Eske or Sien by Night Heard'ned with cold those Limbs so soft so white Amongst the Reeds to be espy'd by him The Nymphs would rustle he would forward swim They sigh'd and said Fond Boy why so untame That fly'st Love's Fire reserv'd for other Flame First on his Ship he fac'd that horrid Day And wondred much at those that ran away Nor other Fear himself could comprehend Than lest Heav'n fall ere thither he ascend But entertains the while his time so short With birding at the Dutch as if in Sport Or waves his Sword and could he them conjure Within its Circle knows himself secure The fatal Barque him Boards with grapling Fire And safely thro' the Port the Dutch retire That precious Life he yet disdains to save Or with known Art to try the gentle Wave Much him the Honours of his ancient Race Inspire nor would he his own Deeds deface And secret Joy in his calm Soul doth rise That Monk looks on to see how Douglas dies Like a glad Lover the fierce Flame he meets And tries his first Embraces in their Sheets His Shape exact which the