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soul_n	flame_n	love_n	zone_n	28	3	11.8343	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A33398	The songs of Moses and Deborah paraphras'd with poems on several occasions : never before publish'd : to which is added, a Pindarick on Mr. L'Estrange.	Cleeve, Charles, b. 1661.	1685 (1685)	Wing C4625; ESTC R12342	42,192	162

For Mother Venus as the Story goes Once ventur'd out against her Grecian Foes That she was breech'd and booted 't is not said But this is sure She went in Masquerade The Grecian and the Trojan Huffs Were helter skelter faln to Cuffs Like Light'ning on the formost Ranks she flew But in a Camp 'las what shou'd Women do She soon was spied by Bully Diomed Who at first touch e'n set her on her head He drew and cut her through her Gauntlet-Glove And sent her whining to her Father Jove Yet still we see her Daughters love the sport Though once their Mother paid so dearly for 't But somewhat strange it seems to be And e'en a Riddle is to me That Venus naked all men does o'rcome And now well arm'd shou'd meet so sad a Doom VII My little Female Bully what design Had'st thou in this odd Garb and warlike Mein Arm'd with dite Steel why wouldst thou e'r appear Thy hands were made to weild another Spear In Love's soft Battels you may Glory win But here to think to do so is a sin Nay if we will believe some Writers Pen One Woman there 's too hard for twenty Men. Now I 'm not so much a Sot But can with ease find out your Plot By sin you lost your Empire and your sway And now wou'd fain retrieve the day Well then pray thus let me decide the Fray Trust me 't will be a far more glorious Prize Lay by these Arms and conquer with your Eyes Only let Man be Master in the Streets And you shall always beat between the Sheets A POEM ON THE Prince's Marriage Vt gaudent Pater Aeneas Avunculus Hector Virgil. I. ALmighty Love who can thy ways define Thou small intrieguing God thou 'rt all design Thy Quiver and thy Darts are farther known Than the gay wandring Bow which in the Clouds is shown Thou keep'st the Gods themselves in awe By thy Universal Law Jove though amidst his stores of Rain and Hail Against thy secret Flames can nought prevail Thou breakest through his Guards and with thy Dart Doest pierce the groaning Monarch to the heart Neptune though all around with Waves opprest Yet by the Ocean finds his Love encreast Like water that on fire 's cast Nay thou beyond the Tropicks canst approach Where Sol in all his Journey dare not touch Let it be Torrid or the Frigid Zone There an Empire thou dost owne Which wou'd both temperate be Were it not bold God for thee Denmark which lies remoter from the Sun With as brisk Flames we find as Britain burn O Love thou weakest part in Souls the most Divine Against the Prince's warlike Brest First against His ease and rest By practis'd Arts and tricks thou didst design He own'd thy power and never stay'd But thy Godship soon obey'd Led by thy light through rolling Seas He mov'd To meet his Royal Love He fear'd no Rocks that lay between So that within her Breast none cou'd be seen He fear'd not all the ills from Seas and Winds cou'd come So that her breath did not pronounce his fatal Doom Thus Vesta's Flame it self did once maintain Through the black Deep till it the Port did gain Till it at Rome had reacht the Sacred Fane Nor did he long expect his Doom He did but come and see and overcome By Parlee and Capitulation In ten days space her Virgin Fort was won An easier Conquest Jove cou'd never boast No Mistris ever stood him in less cost When cloyster'd Danae he wou'd gain To bribe her Keepers he was fain With Gold his Godship then was forc'd to buy New Morsels and Supplies for his unbounded Luxury II. Pardon blest Pair these rude unpolish'd Lines With which a Loyal Muse wou'd now adorn your Shrines Like some young Virgin who when half undrest Around her loosely casts her Vest Into the Croud with eager steps does go To gaze and wonder at the pompous show Welcome Great Prince to our once happy shore For this once one time dear Land thy pardon I implore For many years the Pride of all the Floud The envy of the Western World it stood In this our Isle as once of Rhodes was said The Sun was never thought to hide his head Antiquity with all its searching eyes Cou'd never fansie or devise That once in Aegypt or in Albion Clouds cou'd rise Let Fortunate or Happy now no longer be its Name But style it henceforth Europe's shame As in Greek Story we of Countries reade That for their sins have often chang'd their Breed Of Men or Manners so no more appears But all are here transform'd to Lyons Dogs and Bears III. But the mistaken World may fansie yet That happiness here keeps her peaceful Seat Who see our thronged Streets still ebb and flow With Waves of people crouding to and fro Who with such artful Beauty and surprize See all our Palaces and Temples rise Who see our Navies daily plough the Main With a full Harvest blest of dear-bought gain Some freighted with the Golden Spoils o' th' West Some with the shining Entrails of the East So a poor Swain viewing a Tyrant's State With secret Envy does applaud his Fate But yet ne'r learns to prize his own dear peaceful rest Nor sees those inward flames that rack the gaudy Pageant 's Brest Thus Aetna to the distant Sailers sight Shews with a top that 's verdant flourishing and bright But yet within its burning Womb contains Nothing but Brimstone Lime and scorching sulphurous Veins IV. Yet from these Mists Great Sir that darken all the Air A sudden joy does dart and scatter our despair When thus by you a way we open'd find How the Fates may still be kind How by your Royal Progeny We and our Sons may ever happy be So have I seen a kind auspicious Star Shine forth and guide the wandring Traveller While all else stood with thickest Night beset This sparkled like a Diamond set in Jet So from two warring Clouds black teeming Womb Oft have I seen the nimble Lightning come And trembling run o'r all the Azure way And with its light create a short-liv'd Day The unruly Many now shall cease to rage Or ever more disturb the Age No more shall Schism and bold Anarchy Among our English Manufactures number'd be Pale Faction now shall hang its drooping head It shall be through the World proclaim'd That Oracles are once more ceast That the Old Cause the mighty Pan is dead These curst heart-burnings and ill-boding Flames Shall hence be exorcis'd by your illustrious Names As Culinary Fire In the Suns Beams does lose its force and strait expire The giddy Rabble and the Beasts of Prey Shall by your Nuptial Fires be scar'd away As men in Africa do Bonfires rear To keep 'em from the Lyon and the savage Bear Then let our British Annals talk no more Of one St George his Deeds and wondrous Pow'r This is the Man Him the Great ORDER shall In future times their Saint and

of great Friends or Pence have drawn him in Within three days to cool he doth begin Love's raging Calenture is pass'd and o're And his pulse beats as even as before His Love ebbs out and Lust flows in as fast Whater'e is violent can seldom last He breaks the Damm in which he was inclos'd And to the common rout of Waters flows He straight begins to damn the pall'd delight New Kickshaws now must raise his appetite Any Salacious Bitch that is at hand That Oaths or Prayers or Money can command An old cast Mistress now will serve the turn To quench those flames in which he frys and burn The Jilts their little arts like sawces use The tir'd and nauseate taste to disabuse And garnish'd Poyson does more grateful come Than a course cleanly dish prepar'd at home These are the modish Sparks who still complain That step-dame Nature does all men restrain That none injoy a bliss so defaecate and good As those that savage run about the wood IV. Our Grandame at one clap the World did shamm And these her Daughters do by piece-meal damm Below the Navel no Religion This for a standing truth they know and own Thus arm'd from every age they gather spoils From twelve to fifty fall into their toils The old decrepit Lecher one wou'd think Shou'd now at last leave off to Whore and Drink Beneath the weight of Claps and Years shou'd sink But Lust like generous Wine does stronger grow And still with age its sprightly force renew The Snow upon his candid Locks appears Within he flames as great as Aetna bears The harass'd Bawd has her quietus pass And the old jaded Horse is turn'd to grass Tir'd not yet conquer'd he must work and slave To feed his Lust as hungry as the Grave His worn out joys he fain would still repeat A brace of Whores his aged side must heat As in a Feaver we lay Pigeons to the Feet These rampant Minxes have enslav'd the Town From Westminster to Cornhil all 's their own These not ty'd up to honours nicer rules Please far beyond those squeamish Virtuous Fools Who are so corded to a Marriage Bed Nor have the trick to sell a Maiden-head Twenty times o're in these light Vessels all The Sparks of Court and Town are wont to sail Whilst Virtuous Wives like sluggish Ships of Trade Move slow for Profit not for Pleasure made The Paradise of every forward Fop From Bully down to Fore-man of the Shop The Merchant's Man upon his Madam waits Not two Years serv'd he needs must pass these Straits These Coolers rot 'em are expos'd and shown When my young Master's Worship comes to Town The Country Squire does strait to nibling run Once enter'd soon grows lewd and is undone V. What e're the great Reformers of the Age Dryden and Lee can say those Preachers of the Stage Or mighty Oldham's keen Satyrick rage Spight of all these the grand Debauch does live As some Men do for railing better thrive Dryden good Man thought Keepers to reclaim Writ a kind Satyr call'd it Limberham This all the herd of Lechers strait alarms From Charing-Cross to Bow was up in Arms They damn'd the Play all at one fatal blow And broke the Glass that did their Picture show THE PENITENT BOötes just had lodg'd his drowsie Carr And all the scatter'd seeds of light from far Began to move and crowd their ranks to fill When first they spy'd Sol on the Eastern Hill Who driving briskly o're the Azure way Whipp'd on the sluggish morn in plain 't was Day I wak'd and wonder'd how I had slept in pain My labouring Breast did furious Wars maintain The out-works of my heart beleaguer'd stood With sighs and throbbing pains my circling Blood Beat quick and trembled at the unequal strife Betwixt the proud Disease and strugling life Whilst the dull Cent'nels of my Senses slept Surcharg'd with Wine and from their duty kept Through the unguarded Ports the Foe did start To the Pavilion Royal of my Heart I thought at first to let the sluces out And so to drown the Country round about In vain alas so strange a Pleurisie Was never cured by Phlebotomy At last I found it to be Love and that My froward Heart cry'd nor yet did know for what Love's Magick vanish'd thus from 'fore my Face I saw a thousand Cupids in the place Each bore a little shield on which appear'd Whole show'rs of Tears and Hearts with Blood besmear'd This Army led by Venus and her Boy She had forgot the Wound she felt at Troy I search'd my Heart it was all o're one Wound Quivers of bearded Shafts I sticking found Smiling I shall not now I see said I Love's Martyr but a Malefactor dye I laugh'd at Cupid as the Poets Creature And swore his Mother had not one good Feature Blasphem'd his Power his God-ship I defy'd Bid the Boy do his worst and thus I cry'd I call'd his Votaries all whining Fools Who stood to that blind Archer's Laws and Rules The Slave some pleasure at the Oar may find His Body chain'd yet free as Air his Mind But who Love's Gally towes through Seas of Tears And Hurricanes of Sighs his Passage steers I play'd the Traytor with this King of hearts Expos'd his ways and all his little Arts I vow'd I 'd toss the Phaeton from his Chair Who wrapt in Flames sets all the World on Fire I yield Ye mighty Powers of Love I yield No longer able to maintain the Field My stubborn Soul gives way the day 's your own My frozen Heart dissolves before your Sun A dreadful Victim to Love's God I 'm made With Lightning scorch'd with which before I plaid Forbear your eager Darts I beg lest so My heart you scarce from your own Quiver know A sad ungracious Rebel I have been And long bore Arms against Love's Sovereign Queen Now like some Sinner my past life I mourn And like him straight grow wise repent and turn My heart within its Urn shall hourly strive To keep Love's gentle Fire still alive Clorinda's Name shall be the charming Air She in my Songs the only part shall bear On her fair Body I 'll my Altar raise And there each Morn and Evening sacrifice THE WOOING I MAdam for God's sake what d' ye mean to do This like the Persian is to buy not woo I 'm frozen to a Statue while in vain Under your Window I declare my pain And yet my inward flame the brisker burns The all surrounding cold to fuel turns So that an Ant'peristasis I see In Love as well as in Philosophy II. Heaven's twinkling Host are mask'd in Clouds Darkness and Night each lovely Object shrouds Loud Boreas hears me call you cruel-fair And to his Brother Wind the sound does bear Yet led by Love's false dancing light I rove Through thickest Cold and Night I blindly move Th' officious Winds themselves conspire the same And with their Wings serve but to fan my Flame III. Madam I swear