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A19481
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Poetical blossomes by A.C.
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Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.; Vaughan, Robert, engraver.
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1633
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STC 5906; ESTC S108970
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were Alyed nere there likewise were with these His beautious daughter and PHILOCRATES Being entred in the pathlesse woods whilst they Pursue their game PHILETVS being late Hid in a thicket carries straight away His loue and hastens his owne hasty fate Which came to soone vpon him and his Sunne Eclipsed was before it fully shone For when CONSTANTIA'S missed in a maze Each takes a seuerall course and by curst fate GVISCARDO runs with a loue carryed pace Towards them who little knew their sorrowfull state So hee like bold Icarus soaring hye To Honor fell to th'depth of misery For when GVISCARDO sees his Riuall there Swelling with poysonous envy comes behind PHILETVS who such fortune did not feare And with his flaming sword a way doth find To his heart who ere that death possest him quite In these few words gaspt out his flying sprite O see CONSTANTIA my short race is runne See how my bloud the thirstie ground doth die But liue thou happier then thy loue hath done And when I 'me dead thinke sometime vpon me More my short tyme permits me not to tell For now death seaseth me oh my deare farwell As soone as he had spoke these words life fled From 's wounded body whil'st CONSTANTIA she Kisses his cheekes which loose there liuely red And become pale and wan and now each eye Which was so bright is like when life was done A fallen starre or an eclipsed Sunne Thither PHILOCRATES by 's fate being droue To accompany PHILETVS Tragedy Seeing his friend was dead and 's sorrowfull loue Sate weeping o're his bleeding body I Will now reuenge your death said hee Or in your murther beare you company I am by Iove sent to reuenge this fate Nay stay GVISCARDO thinke not heauen in jest T' is vaine to hope flight can secure thy state Then thrusting's sword into the Villaines brest Here said PHILOCRATES thy life I send A sacrifice t' appease my slaughtered friend But as he falls here take reward said hee For this thy victory with that he flung His killing rapier at his enemy Which hit his head and in his braine-pan hung With that he falles but lifting vp his eyes Farewell CONSTANTIA that word said hee dies What shall shee doe she to her brother runnes And 's cold and livelesse body doth imbrace She calls to him hee cannot heare her moanes And with her kisses warmes his clammie face My Deare PHILOCRATES shee weeping cryes Speake to thy Sister but no voyce replyes Then running to her loue with many a teare Thus her minds fervent passion shee express't O stay blest Soule stay but a little here And we will both hast to a lasting rest Then to Elisiums Mansions both together Wee 'le journey and be married there for ever But when she saw they both were dead quoth she Oh my PHILETVS for thy sake will I Make vp a full and perfect Tragedie Since t' was for me Deare loue that thou didst dye I 'le follow thee and not thy losse deplore These eyes that saw thee kill'd shall see no more It shall not sure be sayd that you did dye And thy CONSTANTIA live since thou wast slayne No no deare Soule I will not stay from thee But constant bee in act as well as Name Then piercing her sad brest I come shee cryes And Death for ever clos'd her weeping eyes Her Soule being fled to it's Eternall rest Her Father comes who seeing this hee falls To th' earth with griefe too great to bee exprest Whose dolefull words my tyred Muse me calls T' o'repasse which I might gladly doe for feare That I should toyle too much the Readers eare FINIS THE TRAGICALL HISTORIE OF PIRAMVS AND THISBE Written By A. C. fit surculus Arbor LONDON Printed by B.A. and T.F. for HENRY Sâ—ILE and are to be sold at his shop at the Signe of the Tygers-head in St. Paules Church-yard 1633. TO THE WORSHIPFVL my very loving Master LAMBERT OSBOLSTON chiefe Schoole-master of Westminster-Schoole SIR MY childish Muse is in her Spring and yet Can onely shew some budding of her Wit One frowne vpon her Worke Learn'd Sir from you Like some vnkinder storme shot from your brow Would turne her Spring to withering Autumne's time And make her Blossomes perish ere their Prime But if you Smile if in your gracious Eye Shee an auspicious Alpha can discrie How soone will they grow Fruit How will they flourish That had such beames their Infancie to nourish Which being sprung to ripenesse expect then The best and first fruites of her gratefull Pen. Yours Abraham Cowley THE TRAGICALL HISTORIE OF PYRAMVS and THISBE WHere Babilons high Walls erected were By mighty NINVS wife two houses 〈◊〉 One THISBE liv'd in PIRAMVS the faiâ—â— In th' other Earth ne're boasted such a paiâ—e The very sencelesse walls themselves combin'd And grew in one Iust like their Masters minde THISBE all other women did excell The Queene of Love lesse lovely was then shee And PIRAMVS more sweet then tongue can tell Nature grew proud in framing them so well But VENVS enuying they so faire should bee Bids her sonne CVPID shew his crueltie The all-subduing God his bow did bend And doth prepare his most remorslâ—sse dart Which he vnseene vnto theyr hearts did send And so was Loue the cause of Beâ—uties end But could he see he had not wrought theyr smart For pitie sure would haue o'recome his heart Like as a bird within a net is taine By strugling more entangles in the ginne So they who in loues Laborinth remaine With striuing neuer can a freedome gaine The way to enter's broad but being in No art no labour can an exit win These Louers though theyr parents did reproue Theyr fires and watch'd theyr deedes with iealousie Though in these stormes no comfort could remoue The various doubts and feares that coole hot loue Though he nor hers nor she his face could see Yet this did not abolish loues decree For age had crackd the wall which did them part This the vnanimate couple soone did spie And heere their inward sorrowes did impart Vnlading the sad burden of theyr heart Though loue be blind this shewes he can discrie A way to lessen his owne misery Oft to the friendly cranny they resort And feede themselues with the coelestiall ayre Of odoriferous breath no other sport They could enioy yet thinke the time but short And wish that it againe renewed were To sucke each others breath for euer there Sometimes they did exclaime against theyr fate And sometimes they accus'd imperiall IOVE Sometimes repent theyr flames but all too late The arrow could not be recald theyr state Ordained was by IVPITER aboue And CVPID had appointed they should loue They curst the wall which did theyr kisses part And to the stones theyr dolorous words they sent As if they saw the sorrow of theyr heart And by theyr teares could vnderstand theyr smart But it was hard and knew not what they ment Nor with theyr siths alas would it