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A87057
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Poems. By W.H.
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Hammond, William, b. 1614.
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1655
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Wing H626; Thomason E1604_1; ESTC R208440
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that his sight Might to his Dart give steady flight When my good Genius prudent eare Whisperd to my rash soule Beware Ah shamelesse Boy deceitfull Love I see thy plot should I remove Those chaines of darknesse from thy eyes Thou Melidore so much wouldst prize That strait my rivall thou wouldst be And warme her for thy selfe not me Delay Vpon advice to deferr Loves Consummation DElay whose Parents Phlegme and Slumber are Thinkst thou two Snailes drawing thy leaden Car Can keep pace with the fiery wheels of loves Chariot that receives motion from swift Doves Go visit Feavours such as conscience wrack With fear of punishment in death there slack The pulse or dwell upon the fatall tongues Of Judges shut up their contagious lungs Thou mayst a Goale rejoyce but not decree To Loves glad Prisoners a Jubilee How canst thou think thy Frost with Icy Laws Can bind my tears when Love thy cold chain thaws He more intense for fighting Ice will be And raise his heat unto the eighth degree Thus through thy coldnesse I shall feircer burn And by thy Winter into Cinders turn But since from Ignorance fears oft arise And thence are stoln unequall Victories Let us describe this Foe muster his force A handlesse thing it is and chills the sourse Of brave attempts Eyes he pretends to much Yet our experience often shews that such Exactnesse in Surveying opes a gate To be surprizd by Semele's sad Fate T is a meer trunk hath not for progreâ—s feet Coward that fears his own desires to meet His Friends are scarse the Heavens whose flight debates The race with thought are no confederates The World is love in act suspend this fire The Globe to its old Chaos will retire Infernall soules but for his loathed stay Might hope their Night would open into Day How can this Cripple then not with one Band Aided by Earth Heaven Hell his power withstand Who hath of Earth Heaven Hell the forces broke Impos'd on Neptunes selfe his scorching yoak But if thou needst will haunt me let thy Mace Arrest delight when I my Love imbrace Upon Cloris her visit after Marriage A pastorall Dialogue betwixt Codrus and Damon forsaken rivalls Codrus WHy Damon did Arcadian Pan ordain To drive our Flocks from that Meridian plain Where Cloris perpendicular shot beames Scorch'd up our lawnes but that cool Charwells streams Might here abate those flames which higher were Then the faint moisture of our Flocks could bear Damon Codrus I wot the dog that tended there Our Flocks was he which in the heavenly sphear So hotly hunts the Lyon that the trace of Virgo scarse his fiery steps allaies Into our vaines a feavour he convey'd And on our vitall Spirits fiercely prey'd Codrus Oh why then brought she back her torred Zone Conquer'd her Trophyes Let us not alone After so many deaths renew'd our flame When t was impossible to quench the same It is the punishment of Hell to show The torturd soules those joyes they must not know Damon Though my Flock languish under her aspect My panting Dog his office too neglect Though I refuse repast and by her eyes Inflam'd prostrate my selfe her sacrifice I shall yet covet still her dubious rayes Whose light revives as much as her heat slayes Codrus If Thyrcis slept not in her shady haire If in his armes her snow not melted were We might expect a more successfull day And to some hopes our willing hearts betray Which now live desperate without joy of light Her black eyes shed on us perpetuall night Damon Codrus because his ragged flock was thin His Sheep walk bare and his Ewes did not yene His noble Love hear this O Swaines resignd His eyes delight a wealthier mate to find But she rash in her choice gave her embrace To one whose bread courser then Codrus was Codrus Damon then whom none e're did longer burne Nor at his rate upon so small returne Damon the pride and glory of the mead When Nymphs and Swaines their tuned measures tread Begg'd of her that a better choice might prove She lov'd her selfe since him she could not love Damon Had Thyrsis flocks in milke abounded more I should not with such grief my losse deplore Codrus Could Thyrsis pipe more worthily resound Cloris oh Cloris I had comfort found Both That our heart-wracking sighs no gaine bequeath To Cloris is a dying after death On the infrequency of Celias Letters DId not true love disdaine to owne His spirit all duration From paper-fuell I might guesse Thy love and writing both surcease Together But I cannot think The life and Bloud of love is Ink Yet as when Phaebus leaves our coast The surface bound with chaines of frost Life is sustained by course repast Such as in Spring nauseates the tast So in my winter whilst you shine In the remotest Tropick signe Stramineous food paper and quill May fodder hungry love untill He reobtaine solstitiall hours To feast upon thy beauties flowers The wonders then of Nature we Within out selves will justifie Or what monumentall boast The first world made the latter lost Thy pointed flame shall constant ' bide As an eternall Pyramid The never dying Lamp of Urnes Revivid in my bosome burnes Th' attractive virtue of the North Resembleth thy magnetick worth And from my scorcht heart through mine eyes Aetnean flashes shall arise we shall make good when more unite The fable of Hermaphrodite The Spring and Harvest of our blisse The ripe and budding Orange is We little worlds shall thus rehearse The wondâ—rs of the Universe As a small watch keeps equall pace With the vast Sun's impetnous race To her questioning his Estate PRethee no more how can Love saile Thy providence becalmes our Seas Suspensive care binds up each gale Fear doth the lazy current freize Forecast and Love the Lover sweares Remov'd as the two Poles should be But if on them must roll the spheares Of our well tun'd felicity If Summes and Terrars I must bring Nor may my Inventory hide Know I am richer then the King Who guilt Pactolus yellow Fide For Love is our Philosophers stone And whatsoever doth please thy sense My prising estimation Shall elevate to quintessence Thy lips each cup to wine shall charme As the Suns kisses do the Vine Naked embraces keep us warme And stript then May thou art more fine And when thou hast me in thy armes The power of Fancie's then most high Instate me by those mighty charmes In some imperiall monarchy Thus I am thy wealth thou art mine And what to each other we appear If Love us two in one combine The same then in our selves we are The Spring SEE how the Spring courts thee Emaphilis The painted Meadowes to invite thy eyes But on their rich embroydery the shade Of every grove is now an harbour made Where devout birds to celebrate thy praise Each morn and evening offer up their laies Now the soft wind his winter-rage deposes Sollicites Gardens for the breath of Rosses To