still my Lord kept out of sight What is mild Heaven turn'd to Brass That neither sigh nor sob can pass Is all Commerce 'Twixt Earth and Sky Cut off from Adams Progeny That thus the Lord of Life and Light Should so so long keep out of sight Such Passions did my mind assail Such terrours did my spirits quail When lo a beam of Grace shot out Through the dark clouds of sin and doubt Which did such quickning sparkles dart That pierc'd the centre of my heart O how my spirits came again How evry cranny of my brain Was fill'd with heat and wonderment Withâ—joy and ravishing content When thus the Lord of Life and Light Did re-appeer unto my sight Learn Sinners hence 't is nere too late To knock and cry at Heavens gate That Begger 's bless'd who doth not faint But re-inforceth still his plaint The longer that the Lord doth hide his Face More bright will be his after-beams of Grace Vpon the most Noble Work of the Lo. Mar. of Winchester By rendring the French Gallery of Ladies into English 1. THe World of Ladies must be honour'd much That so sublime a Personage that such A Noble Peer and Pen should thus display Their Vertues and expose them to the day 2. His praises are like those coruscant Beams VVhich Phoebus on high Rocks of Crystal streams The Matter and the Agent grace each other So Danae did when Jove made her a Mother 3. Queens Countesses and Ladies go unlock Your Cabinets draw forth your richest stock Of Jewels and his Coronet adorn VVith Rubies Perl and Saphyres yet unworn 4. Rise early gather flow'rs now in the spring Twist wreaths of Laurel and fresh Garlands bring To crown the Temples of this high-born Peer And make him your Apollo all the yeer And when his soul shall leave this Earthly Mine Then offer sacrifice unto his shrine Vpon the untimely Death of the Lord Fra. Villars Kill'd neer Kingston upon Thames HEre lies a Noble Posthumus inhum'd VVhose youthful breath that Sanguin Field perfum'd Where while his heart with Martial flames did swell Among a Cru of Cannibals he fell Such a hard Destiny did post from hence His gallant Sire yet with this difference One Assassin fell'd him but this brave Spray Base Rebels in whole throngs did rend away Vpon the Holy Sacrament 1. HAil holy Sacrament The worlds great VVonderment Mysterious Banquet much more rare Then Manna or the Angels fare Each crum though sinners on thee feed Doth Cleopatra's Perl exceed Oh how my Soul doth hunger thirst and pine After these Cates so precious so divine 2. She need not bring her Stool As some unbidden Fool The Master of this Heavenly Feast Invites and wooes her for his Guest Though Deaf and Lame Forlorn and Blind Yet welcome here she 's sure to find So that she bring a Vestment for the day And her old tatter'd Rags throw quite away 3. This is Bethsaida's Pool That can both clense and cool Poor leprous and diseased souls An Angel here keeps and controuls Descending gently from the Heavens above To stir the waters May He also move My mind and rockie heart so strike and rend That tears may thence gush out with them to blend A Divine EJACVLATION AS to the Pole the Lilly bends In a Sea-compass and still tends By a Magnetic Mystery Unto the Artic point in Sky Whereby the doubtful Piloteer His course in gloomy Nights doth steer So the small Needle of my Heart Moves to her Maker who doth dart Atomes of Love and so attracts All my affections which like sparks Fly up and guide my Soul by this To the tru centre of her Bliss Of the Scene and ingenious Composure of a Florentine Tragi-Comedy FLorence 'mong Cities bears the name of Fair For Streets and stately Structures Site Air A City as a late Historian says Fit onely to be seen on Holy-days She breeds great Wits for high attempts and trust Though often bent on black Revenge and Lust We know the purest Streams have woose and slime So Vices mix with Vertu in this Clime And there are store of Stories in that kind Which as I write come crowding to my mind But this of yours will serve for all which is Compil'd with so much Art that doubtful 't is VVhether the Toscan Actors shew'd more Wit In plotting as You did in penning it Vpon the Poems of Dr. Aylet An Ancient Master of the Chancery THough the Castalian Dames and all the rest Of women-kind love youthful spirits best Yet I have known them oftentimes inspire Autumnal brains with heats of Enthean fire Nay 't is observ'd in those whom Phoebus loves The more the Sense impairs the Soul improves He darts on Aged Trees so bright a stroke As on the Standel of a lustie Oke This work of yours this mirrour of your minde Is a clear proof hereof wherein I finde Your Autumn Spring and Summer still the same Your Evening Morn and Noon have the like flame Of Apollinean fire in such degree May melt the Readers into Poesie Your Fancie with the Leaf doth neither fall Nor fade but still is sappy streight and tall Here are no whimsies and strong Lines that swell And more of Garlick then the Lamp do smell Such as those rambling Rimers use to vent Who raise their Muse on stilts and not content To tread on earth do mount so high a stair That their conceits prove Non-sense Froth and Air. Here 's no such Stuff but Substance and rare Sense Sound Rules and Precepts may be cull'd out hence Your Quadrains Symphonize with Pybracks strains As if his Soul were transient in your brains Your smooth just Cadencies and gentle Verse Suit with the pious Matter you rehearse As all will judge who have their brains well knit And do not love extravagance of Wit If such your Readers be you need not fly From any Sentence to the Chancery The Description of a Morning Expergefaction After an unusual Dream or Vision 1656. SO Rest to Motion Night to Day doth yeild Silence to Noise the Stars do quit the Field My Cinq Ports all fly ope the Phantasie Gives way to outward Objects Ear and Eye Resume their Office so doth Hand and Lip I hear the Carmans Wheel the Coachmans Whip The Prentice with my sense his Shop unlocks The Milk-maid seeks her Pail Porters their frocks All cries and sounds return except one thing I hear no Bell for Mattins Toll or Ring Being thus awak'd and staring on the light Which silver'd all my face and glaring sight I clos'd my eyes again to recollect What I had dreamt and make my thoughts reflect Upon themselves which here I do expose To evry knowing Soul and may all those Whose Brains Apollo with his gentle Ray Hath moulded of a more refined Clay That read this Dream thereby such Profit reap As I did Plesure Then they have It cheap Est sensibilium simia somnium J. H. To Mrs E. B. Vpon a sudden SURPRISAL A Pelles
'mongst Christian-Worthies is inroll'd This Brennus who to his desire and glut This Mistress of the world did prostitut This Arviragus and King Catarac Sole free when all the world was on Romes rack This Lucius who on Angels wings did soar To Rome and would wear Diadem no more With thousand Hero's more which shold I tell This New-year scarce wold serve me So fare well Upon Christmas-Day 1. HAil Holy Tide Wherein a Bride A Virgin which is more Brought forth a Son The like was done Nere in the World before 2. Hail Spotless Maid Who thee upbraid To have been born in Sin Do little weigh What in thee lay Before thou didst Lie-in 3. Three moneths thy Wombe Was made the Dome Of Him whom Earth nor Air Nor the vast mold Of Heaven can hold Cause he 's Vbiquitair 4. O would he daign To rest and raign l'th' centre of my heart And make it still His Domicil And Residence in part 5. But in so foul a Cell Can he abide to dwell Yes when he please to move His Harbenger to sweep the Room And with rich Odours it perfume Of Faith of Hope of Love Vpon my Honoured Friend and F. Mr. Ben. Johnson ANd is thy Glass run out is that Oyl spent Which light to such strong sinewy labours Well Ben I now perceive that all the Nine lent Though they their utmost forces shold combine Cannot prevail 'gainst Nights three Daughters but One still must spin one twist the other cut Yet in despight of Distaff Clue and Knife Thou in thy strenuous Lines hast got a Life Which like thy Bays shall flourish evry Age While Sock or Buskin shall ascend the Stage Sic vaticinatur J. H. For the admitting Mistriss Anne King to be the tenth Muse. LAdies of Helicon do not repine I add one more unto your Number Nine To make it even I among you bring No meaner then the Daughter of a King Fair Basil-Ana quickly pass your voice I know Apollo will approve the choice And gladly her install for I could name Some of less merit Goddesses became A Hymn to the Blessed Trinity To the first Person TO thee Dread Soveraign and dread Lord Which out of Nought didst me afford Essence and Life who mad'st me Man And oh much more a Christian Lo from the centre of my heart All Laud and Glory I impart Hallelujah To the Second TO Thee blessed Saviour who didst free My Soul from Satans Tyranny And madst her capable to be An Angel of thy Hierarchy From the same Centre do I raise All Honour and immortal Praise Hallelujah To the Third TO Thee sweet Spirit I return That Love wherewith my heart doth burn And these bless'd Notions of my Brain I now breath up to thee again O let them redescend and still My Soul with holy Raptures fill Hallelujah A short Ejaculation O God who can those Passions tell Wherewith my heart to Thee doth swell I cannot better them declare Then by the Wish made by that rare Aurelian Bishop who of old Thy Oracles in Hippo told If I were Thou and Thou wert I I would resigne the Deity Thou sholdst be God I wold be Man Is 't possible that love more can Oh pardon that my Soul hath tane So high a flight and grows prophane A Hym◠of Mortification 1. LOrd I cry Lord I fly To thy Throne of Grace This World is irksome unto me In my mind stings I find Of that dismal place Where pains still growing young ner◠die O thou whose clemency Reacheth from Earth to Sky Set my sins from me as wide As is East From the West Or the Court of Bliss From the Infern Abyss So far let us asunder ever bide 2. ANgels blest With the rest Of that Heavenly Quire Which Halleluja's always sing Fain wold I Mount on high And those seats aspire Where evry Season is a constant Spring O Thou who thought'st no scorn To be in Bethlem born Though grand Monarch of the Sky Through a Flood Of thy Blood Let me safely dive And at that Port arrive Where I may ever rest from shipwrack free 3. FAith and Hope Take your scope And my Pilots be To waft me to this blisful Bay Gently guide Through the tide Of mans misery My Bark that it loose not the way When landed I shall be At that Port pardon me If I bid you both farewel Onely Love Reigns above 'Mong Coelestial Souls Where Passion not controuls Nor any thing but Charity doth dwell 4. LOrd of light In thy sight Are those Mounts of Bliss Which Humane Brains transcends so far Ear nor Ey Can descry Nor heart fully wish Or Toungs of Men and Saints declare Those Sense-surmounting Joys That free from all annoys For those few up-treasur'd lie Which ere Sun Shone at Noon Have their Names enroll'd In Characters of Gold Through the white Volume of Eternity A Holy RAPTVRE COuld I screw up my Brain so high With soaring Raptures that might fly Unto the Empirean Sky How would I laud the Lord of light Who fills all things and every Wight With Plenty Vigour and Delight My Voice with Hallelujahs loud Shold pierce and dissipate the Clouds Which in the Airie Region croud Then through the Element of Fire Unto the Stars they should aspire And so to the Seraphick Quire Thus Earth and Sky with every thing Should joyn with me and Carrols sing Unto the Everlasting King An EJACULATION To my CREATOR AS the parch'd Field doth thirst for Rain When the Dog-star makes Sheep and Swain Of an unusual Drowth complain So thirsts my Heart for Thee As the chac'd Deer doth pant and bray After some brook or cooling Bay When Hounds have worried her astray So pants my Heart for Thee As the forsaken Dove doth mone When her beloved Mate is gone And never rests while self alone So mones my Heart for Thee Or as the Teeming Earth doth mourn In Black like Lover at an Urn Till Titan's quickning Beams return So do I mourn mone pant and thirst For Thee who art my Last and First Vpon a Fit of DISCONSOLATION or Despondency of Spirit EArly and late both night and day By Moon-shine and the Suns bright Ray When spangling Stars emboss'd the Sky And deck'd the Worlds vast Canopy I sought the Lord of Light and Life But Oh my Lord kept out of sight As at all Times so evry Place I made my Church to seek his Face In Forests Chases Parks and Wood On Mountains Meadows Fields and 〈◊〉 I sought the Lord of Life and Light But still my Lord kept out of sight On Neptun's back when I could see But few pitch'd planks 'twixt Death and me In Freedom and in Bondage long With Groans and Cries with Pray'r and Song I sought the Lord of Life and Light But still my Lord kept out of sight In Chamber Closet swoln with Tears ◠sent up Vows for my Arrears In Chappel Church and Sacrament The Souls Ambrosian Nourishment I sought the Lord of Life and Light But
Prince of Painters did All others in that Art exceed But You surpass him for He took Some Pains and Time to draw a Look You in a trice and moments space Have Pourtray'd in my Heart your Face Vpon the Nativity of our Saviour Christmas-Day 1. WOnder of Wonders Earth with Sky Time mingleth with Eternity And Matter with Immensity 2. The Sun becomes an Atom and a Star Turns to a Candle to light Kings from far To see a spectacle so wondrous rare 3. A Virgin bears a Son that Son doth bear A world of sin acquitting mans arrear Since guilty Adam fig-tree leaves did wear 4. A Majesty both infinit and just Offended was therefore the Offering must Be such to expiat frail flesh and dust 5. When no such Victime could be found Throughout the whole Expansive round Of Heaven of Air of Sea or Ground 6. The Prince of Life Himself descends To make Astraea full amends And Human Soul from Hell defends 7. Was ever such a Love as this That the Eternal Heir of Bliss Should stoop to such a low Abyss To my Dear Mother The Vniversity of OXFORD Before Mr. Cartwrights Poems of CHRIST-CHURCH 1650. Alma Mater MAny do suck thy Breasts but now in some Thy Milk turns into froth and spumy scum In Others it converts to rheum and fleam Or some poor Wheyish stuff in steed of Cream In Some it doth Malignant Humors breed And make the Head turn round as that side Tweed Which Humors vaporing up into the Brains Break out to odd Fanatik sottish strains It makes them dote and rave fret fume and foam And strangely from the Text in Pulpits roam When they shold preach of Rheims they prate of Rome Their Theme is Birch their Preachment is of Brome Nor mong thy Foorders onely such are found But who came ore the Bridge are much more Round Some of thy Sons prove Bastards sordid base Who having suck'd Thee throw Dirt in Thy face When they have squeez'd thy Nipples and chaste Paps They dash thee on the Nose with Frumps and Raps They grumble at thy Commons Buildings Rents And wold Thee bring to Farthing Decrements Few by the Milk sound Nutriment now gain For want of good Concoction from the Brain But this choice Son of Thine is no such Brat Thy Milk in Him did so Coagulat That it became Elixir as we see In these smooth streams of fluent Poesie To the Rarely Ingenious Mrs A. WEEMES Vpon Her SUPPLEMENT To Sir Philip Sydneys Arcadia IF a Male Soul by Transmigration can Pass to a Female and Her spirits Man Then sure some Sparks of Sydneys Soul hath flown Into your Breast which may in time be blown To Flames for 't is the course of Enthean Fire To kindle by degrees and Brains inspire As Buds to Blossoms Blossoms turn to Fruit So Wits ask Time to ripen and recruit But yours gives Time the start as All may see In this smooth Peece of Early Poesie Which like sparks of one flame may well aspire If Phoebus please to a Sydneyan Fire A sudden Rapture Vpon the Horrid Murthering of his late Majesty SO fell great Britains Oke by a Wild Crew Of Mongrel Shrubs which underneath Him grew So fell the Lyon by a pack of Curs So the Rose wither'd twixt a Knot of Burs So fell the Eagle by a swarm of Gnats So the Whale perish'd 'twixt a Shoal of Sprats An EPITAPH Vpon CHARLES the First 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 IF to Subdu Himself if to obtain A Conquest ore the Passions be to Raign Here lies the Greatest King who can say more Of All can come behind or went before Vpon a Cupboard of Venice-Glasses sent for a New-years-gift to a choice Lady Madame IF on this New-years-gift you cast an eye You plainly may therein at once descry A twofold quality for there will appear A brittle substance but the Object clear So in the Donor Madame you may see These Qualities inherent for to be His Pow'r which brittle little is Helas His Mind sincere and pure as any Glass The old Philospher did wish there were A window in his Heart of Chrystal clear Through which his friends might the more clearly see His inward Passions and Integrity I wish the like for then you sure wold rest Of my clear Mind and motions of my Brest But if it question'd be to what intent With Venice-Glasses I do you present I answer That I could no Gift perceive So fit for me to give you to receive For those rare Graces that in you excel And you that hold them one may parallel Unto a Venice-Glass which as 't is clear And can admit no poyson to come near So Vertu dwells in you nor can endure That Vice shold harbour in a Brest so pure A Passionat ELEGIE Vpon His Long-endeared Friend Daniel Caldwal Esq A Heart high swoln with grief in this sad Verse Le ts fall these brackish tears upon thy Herse Distill'd from that pure Salt of long-bred Love Which twice ten Summers did betwixt us move O how my Soul doth melt when my Thoughts run Upon those days our friendship first begun Among the Muses on fair Isis banks Where Youth doth play so many sportful pranks When Liberty ore-aw'd by Tutors frown And Mirth half-stoln is far more pleasing known From Isis to the Thames Affections flew And with new sparks of Love still hotter grew Nere Damon to his Pythias prov'd more dear Then Dan to Me nere shin'd their love more clear Those Twins which now in Azur'd Skies do glide And Pilots through rough Neptun's Surges guide Our Souls did seem to one another pass By Transmigration an Elizium was There where we met We did so sympathize That Hearts seem'd to make Sallies through the eys Thus liv'd we long till all-disposing Fate To check this friendship Us did separate Put Seas between Us many thousand mile Thrice cut me from my Dan and Albions Ile Yet maâ—gre this large distance We did meet And still by Internuntial Letters greet The Horizon of Love is large He spies His wished Object wheresoere it lies From Pole to Pole from Thule unto Gades He flying soars through Air through Seas he wadeâ— This found I tru when Tagus Loire and Po Clowd-threatning Alps and Pyrenean Snow I cross'd me thought the further still I steer'd My Dan still nearer to my mind appeer'd My thoughts by day my phantasie by night Would frequently convay him to my sight I miss'd and found Him miss'd him to the eye Yet found him in my Brest still constant lie And by this miss that Axiom tru did note Sometimes Love's sweetest when 't is most remote O how my thoughts kept Festival that day Did Letters from my Dan to me convay Letters which I shall keep as sacred Ties As holy Reliques or rich Legacies Dear Quintessential Mate what can express The deep-fetch'd sighs my trembling heart possess Silence best can how roars the shallow Source While without noise great Rivers run their course Small Love doth speak