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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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STC 12585; ESTC S103611
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the Violet If thus she cares for things even voyd of sence Shall we suspect in us her providence To CASTARA WHat can the freedome of our love enthrall Castara were we dispossest of all The gifts of fortune richer yet than she Can make her slaves wee 'd in each other be Love in himselfe 's a world If we should have A mansion but in some forsaken cave Wee 'd smooth misfortune and our selves thinke then Retir'd like Princes from the noise of men To breath a while unflatter'd Each wild beast That should the silence of our cell infest With clamor seeking prey Wee 'd fanciâ— weare Nought but an avaritious Courtier VVealth's but opinion VVho thinks others more Of treasures have then we is onely poore On the death of the Right Honourable GEORGE Earle of S. BRight Saint thy pardon if my sadder verse Appeare in sighing o're thy glorious hearse To envie heaven For fame it selfe now weares Griefes Livery and onely speake in teares And pardon you Castara if a whâ—le Your memory I banish from my stile VVhen I have payd his death the tribute due Of sorrow I 'le returne to Love and you Is there a name like Talbot which a showre Can force from every eye And hath even powre To alter natures course How else should all Runne wilde with mourning and distracted fall Th' illiterate vulgar in a well tun'd breath Lament their losse and learnedly chide death For its bold rape while the sad Poets song Is yet unheard as if griefe had no tongue Th' amaz'd marriner having lost his way In the tempestuous desart of the Sea Lookes up but findes no starres They all conspire To darke themselves t'enlighten this new fire The learn'd Astronomer with daring eye Searching to tracke the Spheares through which you flie Most beauteous soule doth in his journey faile And blushing sayes the subtlest art is fraile And but truths counterfet Your flight doth reach Faire Vertue hath an Orbe beyond his reach But I grow dull with sorrow Vnkinde Fate To play the tyrant and subvert the state Of setled goodnesse Who shall henceforth stand A pure example to enforme the Land Of her loose riot Who shall counterchecke The wanton pride of greatnesse and direct Straid honour in the true magnificke way Whose life shall shew what triumph 't is t' obey The hard commands of reason And how sweet The nupâ—ials are when wealth and learning meet Who will with silent piety confute Atheisticke Sophistry and by the fruite Approve Religions tree who 'le teach his blood A Virgin law and dare be great and good Who will despise his stiles And nobly weigh In judgements ballance that his honour'd clay Hath no advantage by them Who will live So innocently pious as to give The world no scandall who 'll himselfe deny And to warme passion a cold martyr dye My griefe distracts me If my zeale hâ—th said What checks the living know I serve the dead The dead who needs no monumentall vaults With his pale ashes to intombe his faults Whose sins beget no libels whom the poore For benefit for worth the rich adore Who liv'd a solitary Pnaenix free From the commerce with mischiefe joy'd to be Still gazing heaven-ward where his thoughts did moveâ— Fed with the sacred fire of zealous love Alone he flourisht till the fatall houre Did summon him when gathering fâ—â—m each flowre Their vertuous odours from his perfum'd nest He tooke his slight to everlasting rest There shine great Lord and with prepitious eyes Looke downe and smile upon this sacrifice To my worthy Cousin Mr. E. C. In praise of the City Life in the long Vacation I Like the greene plush which your meadows weare I praise your pregnant fields which duely beare Their wealthy burden to th' industrious Bore Nor doe I disallow that who are poore In minde and fortune thither should retire But hate that he who 's warme with holy fire Of any knowledge and 'mong us may feast On Nectar'd wit should turne himselfe t' a beast And graze i th' Country Why did nature wrong So much her paines as to give you a tongue And fluent language If converse you hold With Oxen in the stall and sheepe i th' fold But now it 's long Vacation you will say The towne is empty and who ever may To th' pleasure of his Country home repaire Flyes from th' infection of our London aire In this your errour Now 's the time alone To live here when the City Dame is gone T' her house at Braâ—dford for beyond that she Imagines there 's no land but Barbary Where lies her husbands Factor When from hence Rid is the Countrey Iustice whose non-sâ—nce Corrupted had the language of the Inne Where he and his horse litter'd We beginne To live in silence when the noyse o th' Bench Not deafens Westminster nor corrupt French Walkes Fleet street in her gowne Ruffes of the Barre By the Vacations powre translated are To Cut-worke bandâ— And who were busie here Are gone to sow sedition in the shire The are by this is purg'd and the Termes strife Thus fled the City we the civill life Lead happily When in the gentle way Of noble mirth I have the long liv'd day Contracted to a moment I retire To my Castara and meet such a fire Of mutuall love that if the City were Infected that would purifie the ayre Loves Aniversarie To the Sunne THou art return'd great Light tothat blest houre In which I first by marriage sacred power Ioyn'd with Castara hearts And as the same Thy lustie is as then so is our flame Which had increast but that by loves decree 'T was such at first it ne're could greater be But tell me glorious Lampe in thy survey Of things below thee what did not decay By age to weakenesse I since that have seene The Rose bud forth and fade the tree grow greene And wither and the beauty of the field With Winter wrinkled Even thy selfe dost yeeld Something to time and to thy grave fall nigher But vertuous love is one sweet endlesse fire Against them who lay unchastity to the sex of Women THey meet but with unwholesome Springs And Summers which infectious are They heare but when the Meremaid sings And onely see the falling starre Who ever dare Affirme no woman chaste and faire Goe cure your feavers and you 'le say The Dog-dayes scorch not all the yeare In Copper Mines no longer stay But travell to the West and there The right ones see And grant all gold 's not Alchimie What mad man 'cause the glow-wormes flame Is cold sweares there 's no warmth in fire 'Cause some make forfeit of their name And slave themselves to mans desire Shall the sex free From guilt damn'd to the bondage be Nor grieve Castara though 't were fraile Thy Vertue then would brighter shine When thy example should prevaile And every womans faith be thine And were there none 'T is Majesty to rule alone To the Right Honourable and excellently