To ruine them they equally combine So Lawyers rail in parties at the Bar But on the Clients lay the charge o' th' War Therefore they for their Epilogue chose me A stranger and from either Faction free Young Innocent and what is more a Maid If this won't do what can your smiles persuade Nay let me tell you but let not them hear These Indians are not what they do appear If they are pleas'd none knows what you may get For they have Mines were ne'r discover'd yet Which frowns or fiercest torments cannot find In that th' are all of Montezuma's mind But by your kindness and obliging Arts You may command their Treasure and their Hearts Prologue to Psyche Debauch'd PSyche debauch'd poor Soul she made great hast I knew the jilting Quean could never last Five weeks she must perhaps decay more fast As our friend Nicander has it Whilst our rich neighbors mock our Farce we know Already th' utmost of their Puppet-show Since they 'gainst Nature go they Heav'n offend If Nature's purpose then cross Nature's end Unnat ' ral Nature is not Nature's friend There 's Nature for you As Aesop's Cat drest like a Lady this At first surpris'd now where 's the gaudy Miss You saw and knew and left her in a trice None but the Dirty Rout would like her twice Their well-drest frolick once may please the Eye But Plays like Women can't so satisfie Ye masked Nymphs can tell there 's something in ye Besides the painted face that gets the penny Yet all the fame you give 'em we 'l allow To their best Plays and their best Actors too That is the Painter Carpenter and Show Beaumont and Fletcher Poet and Devaâ— But Sirs free harmless mirth you here condemn And Clap at down-right baudery in them In Epsom-wells for example Are they not still for pushing Nature on Till Nature's feat thus in your sight is done O Lord Let 's take off Psyche's borrow'd plumes a while Hopkins and Sternhold rise and claim your stile Dread Kings of Brentford leave Lardella's Herse Psyche's despairing Lovers steal your Verse And let Apollo's Priest restore again What from the nobler Mamamouchy's ta'n Let them restore your treble prices too To see how strangely they did bubble you It made me blush and that I seldom do Now Psyche's strip'd from all her gay attire Tè dè Pollykagathoy behold the fire But O a long farewel to all this sort Which Musick Scenes nor Preface can't support Or if they cou'd who cares a farthing for 't Epilogue to the same NOw to get off gadzooks what shall we do 'T is plain my friends that we have chous'd you too Our Psyche that so pleasantly appears Has prov'd as very a jilting Crack as theirs When your high hopes for Beauty were prepar'd To meet a common ill-drest thing 't is hard But pardon us and your resentments smother We promise you e'r long a touch with t'other Song ALas my Coy Phillis this humour 's too old Pish fie and for shame are too silly from you For your looks your sighs and your blushes have told That your Vows to cry out will never prove true Then away with this folly and let 's to the thing for I'faith I must water my Nag at the Spring Elyzium's a trick and the Shades but a cheat To chear up some over-grown slighted old Maid If my Phillis should live to that wretched Estate How she would repent that I heard when she praid Then away with this folly c. For I'faith c. Like zealous Platonicks we 'l rail at all sin I 'll praise thy great merits and thou cry up mine To practise in private we 'll lock our selves in And while silly soft mortals believe us divine We 'll laugh at their folly and turn up the thing And I'faith I will water my Nag at the Spring O'recome with my Passion and noble intent My Phillis imbrac'd me and led my Nag on He dash'd up the water each step that he went But alass Sir she cry'd how soon he has done Your Nag's a May-Colt and deserves no good thing For I'faith he lies down in the middle of the Spring The serious Thought I. O Wretched state of helpless man Flatter'd with lofty sounds of sov'reign pow'r O're ev'ry Creature he is said to reign Yet only drags a longer chain Ordain'd a slave to ev'ry fatal hour And ev'ry cruel thought 's his Emperour II. Reason that golden Calf to which we fall Form'd of those various toys despairing Souls And sullen Stoicks to their comforts call Our pleasure and our happiness controuls To torments it directs an easie way But when delight with smiling looks To soft intrancing bliss invokes Virtue we Virtue must obey Virtue that dull fantastick edgless tool The stalking Horse of ev'ry Pedants School The beggar's Tyrant but the rich man's Fool For Gold to any shape 't will move And be what ever-Monarchs love Yet this confines our hands and eyes While ev'ry creature we despise Freely injoys those sweets for which man dies III. Why was I born a slave to Nature's law Subject to frail desires of flesh and blood Eager to â—ast each beautious pleasing good If other rigid rules my thoughts must awe A servant to one mighty pow'r ordain'd And to the dictates of another chain'd Is 't justice to impose upon the heart Law less desires of love and then To call that Passion sin And for relief add torments to the smart Hear me ye pow'rs divine All hearts and pow'rs to yours their strength resign Pardon my thoughts or else my thoughts confine IV. Thou glorious torment of my life Too dear Francelia with whose eyes alone The gods could in my heart raise Love a throne And set my peaceful thoughts at strife Despise my heart no more for 't is the shrine Where thy fair Image will for ever shine Pardon the fierce complaints to which I 'm driv'n Or my loud Passion do not blame If thy injustice it proclaim Since it has rashly dar'd to question Heav'n I can no more endure this lukewarm state This Purgatory where I dwell Between Love's Paradise and Hell Celia I dare my fate And am prepar'd to meet thy Love or Hate V. Alas I fain would be deceiv'd and find Some change in thy obdurate mind Still like a desp'rate loosing gamester I throw on Urging ill fortune till my stock of hope is gone With gradual losses tyr'd I now set all O Love be kind or let me quickly fall 'T is not O Celia 't is not well To cheat your truest Lover with a smile And to another give that heart for which I toil Yet 't is more cruel far Your final doom not to declare But let me still love on and still despair To Celia LOve with which I long have been possest Does like an evil spirit haunt my brest Sleeping or waking it allows no rest When with strong Reason I would drive it thence It puts new tortures upon ev'ry sense My Passion to
the utmost height to raise All Celia's Beauties in my sight it lays Beauties which all admire and vainly strive to praise But to destroy all budding hopes lays down My little merit and her constant frown Thus does it urge me to a just despair Then whispers only death can end my care Tempts me to drown my self in floods of tears Or sigh away at once my griefs and fears Thus am I rack'd this dismal life I lead Till tyr'd with pain my heart seems cold and dead And to the wretched 't is a sad relief To be insensible of joys or grief But when my murth'rers much lov'd name resounds My heart bleeds out afresh and feels new wounds Unless Francelia has my death decreed Let me from this tormenting spright be freed Or mine will haunt her when I 'm dead indeed Show your great pow'r remove this heavy rod And by your kindness make this Dev'l a God Song WHen Celia my heart did surprise In an Ocean of grief my fair Goddess did rise And like Crystal dissolv'd the tears flow'd from her Eyes From her Beautiful Cheeks all the Roses withdrew And she look'd like a Lilly o'reladen with dew How sweet did her sorrow appear How I trembl'd and sigh'd and for ev'ry tear Made a Vow to the gods and a pray'r to her O how soft are the wounds we receive from the fair But the joys and the pleasures there 's none can declare What panting and fainting I feel When imbracing her feet before Celia I kneel O how dear are her smiles and how sweetly they kill Ev'ry minute I die with the thoughts of my bliss And she breaths a new life in each languishing kiss O Love let us still wear thy Chain Let no Passion but Love in our fancies e're reign Let us often be cur'd and ne'r freed from the pain All the pleasures of Wine to the sense are confin'd But 't is Love is the noblest delight of the mind A Dialogue between Dorus and Amintor Dorus. WHence does this solemn sadness rise Which all thy spirits has opprest And like a dull contagious mist Hangs heavy on Amintor's Eyes Am. O Dorus Dor. O Amintor speak Passions conceal'd like struggling wind In concaves of the Earth confind Too oft their trembling Prison break Grief entertain'd and fed with tears With such insinuating Art Deludes the easie thoughtful heart It makes it love the pain it bears Awake Amintor from this dream This drowzy Lethargy that steeps Thy sense in death-resembling sleeps And give thy thoughts a chearful theme Am. Tell me O Shepherd in this spacious round Of Earth and Sea what pleasure's to be found 'T is all but one large grave one gloomy den Where rav'nous time devours both things and men On yonder shaded hill let 's sit a while And mark how poor mistaken mortals toil Behold hard labour and laborions mirth See how those Reapers court the teeming Earth Look how they bend and with unweary'd pain Adore the ground for ev'ry Sheaf they gain These are the sweetest of the Rustick's days This is the life which sinking Monarchs praise Now to the neighb'ring Green thy sight transport And there behold the drudgery of sport How many silly antick steps they tread How ev'ry sweating Dancer toils to spread The restless arms and shake the empty head O endless toil O flatt'ring sordid noise Where can this World show true and solid joys Did not fore-knowledg tell us what they are Who could know idle mirth from busie care Dor. That knowledg which has mirth and care exprest Instructs the judgment to elect the best Since mirth prolongs that life that care would kill And life's concern makes all things good or ill Reason should overcome the stubborn Will Am. Knowledg and Reason's force men disavow To Beauty's tyranny all hearts must bow Dor. Beauty and Tyranny Am. Yes Dorus yes Despised Love does all my joy suppress Dor. To one that 's cruel who would be confin'd When Beauties are so num'rous and kind Am. Hast thou observ'd the Infancy of day When from the Eastern Sea all fresh and gay The rosie mornings glory fills our eyes The Moon and ev'ry meaner lustre dyes So when my daz'ling Shepherdess appears All other Beauties fade and yield to hers Her eyes such pleasure and such awe impart As Monarchs smiles do to a Fav'rites heart The Rose and Purple Violet she stains With her more blushing Cheek and clearer Veins Those pow'rful charms which from her face are sent Would make a Ravisher seem innocent Nor polish'd Ivory nor falling Snow The whiteness of her whiter neck can show No Down of Swans no Lillies e'r exprest The charming softness of her swelling Breast Those mounts of pleasure where Loves Monarch lies Boasting the vict'ries purchas'd by her eyes A shining Vale those panting Twins does sever A Vale where murther'd Lovers hearts do bleed Whose sweets all thought all extasie exceed O let Amintor's heart rest there forever Now Shepherd an eternity of joys And hidden bliss my roving thought imploys O let me die Francelia let me die E'r from this Paradise of thought I 'm driv'n For to a Lover so unblest as I There is no way but death to enter Heav'n Dor. Pri'thee Amintor quench this raging fire From hopeless Love 't is prudence to retire Am. Thou mayst as soon cast water in the Sea And take it thence unmix'd as set me free Quench this raging fire Sing to a Tempest till thou mak'st it kind And with thy musick part the mingl'd wind Sow Corn upon a stream that never stood And hope a Harvest from the moving flood When Poyson has invaded ev'ry part And fix'd its deadly Venom in the heart Bid the tormented patient quit his pain But never hope I can my love restrain Here Celia walk'd and here was I undon Viewing those glories which around her shon Such Rays of Beauty as the Artist paints To Crown the heads of Celebrated Saints This Walk did like a blest Elyzium yield All that adorns the Garden or the Field Hither did Nature all her treasure bring And here expos'd the glories of the Spring Enchanting Birds sate warbling on each Tree Dor. Here such a Paradise could never be Am. Where e're she is 't is Paradise to me All the bright Beauties Nature ever made When Winters stormy weather makes them fade With her as in their store-house do remain And ev'ry Spring are copy'd thence again Dull Poets praise no more the Thracian's String When Celia speaks a Quire of Angels sing Here 't was I rob'd her of a balmy kiss And eager to ensure a future bliss I sighing ask'd her Dear won't you love she sigh'd and whisper'd yes Yes Yes O Cruelty For at that very time She vow'd my death should expiate my crime Was 't not enough to murther with disdain Must loss be added to compleat my pain Loss of the highest blessing Love could give When you said yes alass I did believe And after such a loss who 'd wish to
troubl'd Bliss For all my suffrings you restore And wretched I must die for this And never never meet you more Never how dismally it sounds If I must feel eternal pain Close up a while my bleeding wounds And let me have my three daies reign On a Rose taken from Francelia's Breast I. POor hapless Emblem of Amyntors Heart Thy blooming Beauty 's overcast Deep shades of grief seem to o'respread each part Yet still thy fragrant sweets do last II. Thou wer 't not when my dearest Nymph is kind In all thy Pride so Blest as I She gone my wounded heart thy fate does find So does it droop and so will die III. What joyful blushes did thy leaves adorn How gay how proudly didst thou swell When in Francelia's charming Bosom worn That Paradise where Gods would dwell VI. O had my heart thy happy place possest It never had from thence been torn But like a Phoenix in her spicy nest It still should live and ever burn V. No wonder thy perfume so near thy death Still lasts though thy Vermilion's gone Thy sweets were borrow'd from her sweeter breath Thy fading colour was thy own VI. See how my burning sighs thy leaves have dry'd Where I have suck'd thy stol'n sweets So does the am'rous youth caress his Bride And print hot kisses on her lips VII Hadst thou ungather'd fall'n among the rest Lost and forgotten thou hadst been Thou hadst not flourish'd in Francelia's brest Nor been the Subject of my Pen. VIII Amber dissolv'd and beaten Spices smell That Gold is valu'd most that 's prov'd Coy beauty 's lost but lasting fame will tell Their praise that love and are belov'd Song set by Mr. Marsh senior THe spring with fresh beauties hath drest up each field And the gardens with sweets and soft musick are fill'd The Birds pretty notes to new pleasures invite And Nature herself appears young with delight Sad Strephon sees this but can be no partaker His Nymph is unkind and he cannot forsake her Amidst all these glories I walk like a shade And adore the bright Nymph by whose Eyes I 'm betray'd Each moment her shape to my fancy appears I sigh and I court her to stay with my tears But when my imbraces their pris'ner would make her Francelia flies off and I cannot o'retake her Asleep I am happy for then she seems kind But some God that does Envy the Blessings I find The imbraces the smiles O the joys in extream 'T is Heav'n to have her though but in a dream Disturbs my short sleep that from me he might take her And then she 's unkind yet I cannot forsake her Great Love whose high power we strive with in vain Let her share in my sighs or give me her disdain Shew her all the delights of a mutual flame The greatness and truth of my Passion proclaim One Arrow of thine to Loves joys would awake her And when my Nymph's kind I will never forsake her To Francelia LOve without hope of Pity who can bear Consuming fire-brands in his Bosom wear Always endure Diseases of the mind Still forc'd to seek what he must never find Pardon me Madam for I must complain Sure you may hear though not relieve my pain Those that a glorious Martyrdom pursue When certain and eternal joy's in view On their Tormentors cruelty complain And sigh aloud in the beloved flame The short liv'd fires that round their bodies roul Soon end their griefs but leave their Spirits whole Love ever burns the never dying Soul Condemn'd to death without hopes of reprieve What they no more can keep with ease they give I bleed and die for you ev'n while I live If Love 's requited with such rigid fate What tortures can you find to punish Hate Ah Francelia If in your heart I ne'r must gain a room At least be cunning in the cruel doom Your eyes from your too charming eyes I took My first deep wound was conquer'd with a look O let me read that fair condemning book 'Till I have gaz'd away my panting breath I 'd give the world to dy so sweet a death Alas In vain I sigh in vain I rave Like drowning men in vain my hands I wave And cry to one that can but will not save As thirsty Trav'lers in a sandy plain Call to the scorching Sun for help in vain Which drinks all moisture up but sends no rain When friends or bus'ness for my presence stay Love and Francelia call another way My feet move on my thoughts are fix'd on her Dreaming of kindness I shall never hear I know not how for what or where I run Till at the window I behold my Sun In vain the envious Casement's shut alas The daz'ling Jewel sparkles through the Case Like beautious Pictures through a Crystal glass Swifter then Lightning it consumes my heart Leaving no marks on the exterior part At last at last be kind O do but prove The charming sweets of a successful Love Why should dull custom or cold fear prevent Pleasures so sweet and Joys so innocent What e'r the World pretends to you or me Francelia and Amyntor still are free Must I not see you Why will you create Laws more severe than Virtue Man or Fate If at your feet I wait your lov'd command And breath my Soul in kisses on your hand While thousand Beauties in your eyes do shine And raise as many smiling joys in mine To heat your speech while pleasure stops my own Then sigh and wish that you were mine alone Where is the Crime Virtue all this has taught But if you hate me O that dismal thought It Stabs my pen falls from my trembling hand My heart beats faintly all my Spirits stand If still your Servant you with hate pursue Let me receive my doom from none but you And like a Christian Lover my last breath Shall praise and pardon her that caus'd my death Song set by Mr. Staggins To the Tune of Augusta FRancelia's heart is still the same Cold and hard as Winters morning Round her Love is ever burning Yet no Sighs or Frowns can ever Warm her Ice or cool my Feaver So much I think and talk of her That ev'ry Grove and Stream can name her All the Nymphs and Ecchos blame her If she keeps her cruel fashion Only death can ease my Passion All the Arts that Lovers have All the Vows and all the anguish All the looks with which I languish Move not her to any feeling Beauty takes delight in killing A Rant against the God of Love I. THou damn'd perpetual peevish folly Curse of a quiet life Father and Child of lazy Melancholy Author of publick care and secret strife Expensive ruine everlasting cheat Belov'd consumption of the great Plague of the poor Son of a salted frothy Whore Whose Emblematick birth Foretold her mischiefs to the misbelieving Earth II. So rotten and so base The Embryo was The Gods in Heav'n and Earth could find no place Impure enough for such vile