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A33611	A chain of golden poems embellished with wit, mirth, and eloquence : together with two most excellent comedies, (viz.) The obstinate lady, and Trappolin suppos'd a prince / written by Sr Aston Cokayn.; Chain of golden poems	Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684.; Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684. Obstinate lady.; Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684. Trappolin creduto principe.	1658 (1658)	Wing C4894; ESTC R20860	211,316	545

nothing we should hate They whom all nations for Heroick soules And vertuous Actions above the Poles Have ●nthroniz'd did nought we should condemn And therefore Lovely One let 's follow them Strict Hymens rules wherefore should we obey Which on themselves the Gods did never lay Is it more honour to observe the lives Of surly Cato's then the Deities Away with fear 'T is reason prompts you to What I desire and love me what to do And therefore do not blush unless it be Because so many will envy thee and me Yet Madam know after so much exprest I honour vertue and have writ in jest 7. To my Cousin Mr. Charles Cotton I Wonder Cousin that you would permit So great an Injury to Fletcher's wit Your friend and old Companion that his fame Should be divided to anothers name If Beaumont had writ those Plays it had been Against his merits a detracting Sin Had they been attributed also to Fletcher They were two wits and friends and who Robs from the one to glorifie the other Of these great memories is a partial Lover Had Beaumont liv'd when this Edition came Forth and beheld his ever living name Before Plays that he never writ how he Had frown'd and blush'd at such Impiety His own Renown no such Addition needs To have a Fame sprung from anothers deedes And my good friend Old Philip Massinger With Fletcher writ in some that we see there But you may blame the Printers yet you might Perhaps have won them to do Fletcher right Would you have took the pains For what a foul And unexcusable fault it is that whole Volume of plays being almost every one After the death of Beaumont writ that none Would certifie them so much I wish ●s free Y 'had told the Printers this as you did me Surely you was to blame A Forreign wit Ownes in such manner what an English writ Joseph of Exeters Heroick piece Of the long fatal war 'twixt Troy and Greece Was Printed in Corn●lius Nepos Name And robs our Countreyman of much of 's fame 'T is true Beaumont and Fletcher both were such Sublime wits none could them admire too much They were our English Polestars and did beare Between them all the world of fancie cleare But as two Suns when they do shine to us The aire is lighter they prodigious So while they liv'd and writ together we Had Plays exceeded what we hop'd to see But they writ few for youthful Beaumont soon By death eclipsed was at his high noon Surviving Fletcher then did pen alone Equal to both pardon Comparison And suffer'd not the Globe and Black-Friers Stage T' envy the glories of a former Age. As we in humane bodies see that lose An eye or limbe the vertue and the use Retreats into the other eye or limb And makes it double So I say of him Fletcher was Beaumonts Heir and did inherit His searching judgement and unbounded Spirit His Plays are Printed therefore as they were Of Beaumont too because his Spirit 's there 8. To my Son Mr. Thomas Cokaine YOU often have enquir'd where I have been In my years Travel and what Cities seen And s●ai'd in of the which therefore in brief I for your satisfaction name the chief When four and twenty years and some moneths more Of Age I was I left our English Shore And in a thousand six hundred thirty two Went hence fair France and Italy to view At Roy July the sixteenth we took Ship And on the seventeenth did arrive at Deipe Henry the fourths secure retreat where one Night having lain I rode next day to Roan Thence in a Coach I did to Paris go Where then I did but spend a day or two Thence with the Lions messenger went thither And pass'd through Mont-Argis Mollins and Never In two days thence we did to Cambray get A City at the foot of Eglebet At Maurein I din'd and six days spent Among the Alpes with high astonishment There dreadful Precepice and horrid sound Of water and hills hid in Cloudes I found And trees above the Clouds on Mountains top And houses too a wonder to get up On Mount-Sinese's top I did ride o're A smooth and pleasant Plain a League or more Upon the which a large Fish-pool there is And one o' th Duke of Savoy's Palaces At the Plains End a little Chappel and A pretty Inn do near together stand That night we did descend 'bove half the way Where first we heard Italian spoke and lay Next morn we down to Susa rode full glad When Mount-Sinese we descended had And that same night to Turin came where we Staid but a day the Beauties of 't to see There we took Coach for Millaine and by th' way A Dinners time did at Vercelli stay And at Novara lay a night and stai'd But at great Millaine one such hast I made And but at Crema one and by the Lake Of stormy Garda did a dinner take Through the low Suburbs of high Bergamo I rode and that night did to Brescia go For works of Iron fam'd And having past Thorow Verona by Catullus grac't Did at Vicenza dine so forward went Through Padoa and on the banks of Brent Saw many Palaces of pleasant Site And to the rich fam'd Venice came that night Thence having stai'd there half a year did go Unto Ferrara by the river Poe Saving some four miles where a Coach we took When Phaetons fatal River we forsook I at Ravenna din'd Rimmini lay And the next Night did at Ancona stay A long days journey wherein we betime Pesaro rode through did at Fano dine For hansome women fam'd And in our way Rid neer small well-wall'd Siningaglia The next day at Loretto din'd and there View'd the Fair Church and House fam'd every where Thorow long Recanati rode and so To Macerata in the Even did go Next day I din'd at Tolentin and was It 'h Church of their renown'd Saint Nicholas Foligno and Spoletto having past Terin and Narin took a Nights repast Within Otricoli I the next day Din'd at Rignano ' i th' Flaminian way And in the Evening afterwards did come Thorow the Port del Popolo to Rome Where what the holy week and Easter could To strangers view afford I did behold Where that old Cities wonders I did view And all the many Marvels of the new Three weeks I there made my abode and then For Naples took my travels up agen Of all Frascati's Wonders had a sight And thence unto Velletri rode that night At Terrachina lay the next Then through The Kingdom pass'd at Mola took a view Of Old Gaeta thence to Capua rode Where onely I dinners time abode So I to Naples came where three weeks stay Made me the wonders thereabouts survey I at Puzzolo was there cross'd the Bay Fam'd for the bridge of proud Caligula To Baja and that day a view did take Of Aniana and Avernus Lake The mortal Grott was in and Sepulchre Which murther'd Agrippina did

winds blow back the Seas agen And cover you that women henceforth may Beware and earnest love with earnest pay But I am patient and though in vaine I love I dare not therefore be profane May you arrive safely and soon and live In all felicity whil'st I here grieve And sigh and weep for you may not a thought Of yours remember me be I forgot Lest when you think how you have left me you Should give a stop unto your mirth and rue But one word more it is not yet too late To make a wretched Lover fortunate Let not my prayers sighes vows be spent in vain But as I do love you so love again And we will go together never part Till I your body have who have my heart Which had I in possession I should finde Ways soon enough to win your backward mind 24. Although she cannot number thousands even With some deform'd whom Fortune more hath given Shall want of wealth scorn'd by true happiness Resist my way or make me love her less Yet hath she a fair Portion and her Name From one of our best Houses Coritane And she is beauteous as a cheerful day Or Venus rising from her Mother-Sea Are not her teeth the richest Pearls and sure He that hath Pearls enow cannot be poor Are not her radiant eies two diamonds fair And we all know that those stones precious are Art not her hairs of Gold And what but it fit Makes wrinkles smooth Age youth unfit things Her beauteous Cheekes are Roses such as neither The Spring can give nor the cold Winter wither Her lovely Breasts are Apples of more worth Then ever the Hesperides brought forth Arabian Odours both the India's Good She in one curious body doth include Cupid in nothing more his eies doth miss Then that he cannot see how fair she is Jupiter for her would unthrone his Queen And Pluto leave his lovely Proserpine Neptune from Amphitrite would remove And Mars for her forsake the Queen of love She 's like a Soul before it doth depart Even all in all and All in every part No man hath seen her but to every Sence Of him she bettereth the intelligence He knows his eies are perfect in their sight That in no other Object can delight He knows his smelling's exquisite that doth When he hath felt her breath all others loth A perfume for the Gods most fit and sweet When they at Counsel on Olympus meet And Iris they or Mercury beneath T is likely send for her so fragrant breath A free and unconfined touching her Above the lips of Queens all would prefer Or sacred hands of bounteous Kings compar'd The pretious Down of Phoenix's being hard Unto her softer skin And her sweet Tongue Which chides in Musick and enchantes in song And strikes the ablest Rhetoricians dumb Is fit'st to plead the peace of Christendom He in the sphere of happiness will move On whom she pleases to bestow her love And have the most delicious Repast That shall her Hymenaean Dainties tast You that are beauty in the Zenith who Can find no Equal wheresoer'e you go My Love no longer cruelly despise But dart me mercy from your gracious eyes And we shall both be rich For I am sure Themselves no happy Lovers ere thought poore 25. To her obtain'd Past are my sighs and woes complaints and tears Nor am I longer subject to my fears Her frowns no more strike terrour to my soul Though I was wounded she hath made me whole Within the rank of happy Lovers I Am now enrol'd and march triumphantly Ore all the Crosses that before did stay And hinder me to enter in this way And sing the Boy-Gods praise who wanting sight Shot at my Mistress and did hit the White My happiness is such that Times to come Shall not complain I of my joys was dumbe Let him whose Mistress is deform'd or old Not worth a Sonnet nor a Line withhold Or if on such an heap of years or sad Chaos of features he will needs run mad Loose the true judgement of his eyes or think That Channel water's Nectar he doth drink Let him profess he 's happy ne're so much The World that sees her cannot think him such 'T were fondness in me that what ere my youth Writ in her praise I now should say was truth I would not if I could but to be just To her and to my self thus much I must I 'm so far from repenting of my choice That every day she 's dearer in mine eyes Dear heart and dearer to me then mine heart We 'l live in love and in our loves depart The World shall bless our Fates and they that come Into sad bonds wish happy Lovers dumb Funeral Elegies 1. On the Death of my very good Friend Mr. Micha●l Drayton PHoebus art thou a God and canst not give A Priviledge unto thine own to live Thou canst But if that Poets nere should dye In Heaven who should praise thy Deity Else ●ill my Drayton thou hadst liv'd and writ Thy life had been immortal as thy wit But Spencer is grown hoarse he that of late Song Glorian● in her Elfin state And so is Sydney whom we yet admire Lighting our little Torches at his fire These have so long before Apollo's Throne Carrel'd Encomiums that they now are growne Weary and faint and therefore thou didst dye Their sweet unfinish'd Ditty to supply So was the Iliad-writer rapt away Before his lov'd Achilles fatall day And when his voice began to fail the great 〈…〉 did assume his seat Therefore we must not mourn unless it be 〈◊〉 none is left worthy to follow thee It is in vain to say thy lines are such As neither time not envies rage can touch For they must live and will whiles there 's an eye To reade or wit to judge of Poetrie You Swans of Avon change your fates and all Sing and then die at Drayton's Funeral Sure shortly there will not a drop be seen And the smooth-pebbled Bottom be turn'd green When the Nymphes that inhabit in it have As they did Shakespeere wept thee to thy grave But I molest thy quiet sleep whil'st we That live would leave our lives to die like thee 2. On my dear Sister Mrs. Isabella Cokaine who who died at Ashbourne about the 18th yeer of her Age and lyes there buried IT is an irreligious pride to turne Away our eyes and not to see thine Urne For sure that body whose blest soul doth keep A Jubile in heaven while here asleep It lies in holy earth is every day Bless'd by good Angels that do pass that way And therefore we with reverence should eye The Sepulchres where Saints entomb'd do lye And every time that we do go or come Nigh where thine Ashes lye behold thy Tombe But when we see it should we weep our eyes Dry of their tears and then conclude in cries It is impossible that our complaints Should make a Diapason to the Saints ●an Hallelujahs song above