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A15137	Le hore di recreatione: or, The pleasant historie of Albino and Bellama Discovering the severall changes of fortune, in Cupids journey to Hymens joyes. To which is annexed, il insonio insonadado, or a sleeping-waking dreame, vindicating the divine breath of poesie from the tongue-lashes of some cynical poet-quippers, and stoicall philo-prosers. By N.W. Master in Arts, of Queenes Colledge in Cambridge.	Whiting, Nathaneel, 1617?-1682.; Dalen, Cornelius van, engraver.	1637 (1637)	STC 25436; ESTC S119862	82,114	190

infuse As if in every sence there dwelt a Muse A spirit of valour to un-god great warre Should he but send a ramme but to the barre Who knowes not Vaticinium does imply In equall measures verse and prophesie An inspiration a celestiall touch Such is the Poets raptures Prophets such Vates a Bard and him that does presage Vaticinor possest with either rage Poema is a booke in numbers fram'd Fast cemented with sence by working nam'd To which the choycest Oratour stands bare Poesies does in a sublimer aire Things humane and divine expose to view The first Philosophie that Fame ere knew Was honourd with the name of Poetrie Enricht with rules of pure moralitie Reading instructions unto heathen men With more contentment than the Stoicks pen The ancients unto Poets onely gave The Epithites of wise divine and grave Because their meeters taught the world to know To whom they did their holy worship owe. The Greeke is free and kinder in her praise Which she bestowes upon Poetick Layes She calles all that which takes not essence by A matter pre-existent Poesie So makes the world a Poem and by this The great creator a great Poet is Nay more that language on the Nine bestowes As ev'ry callent of that Idiom knowes In her etimologues an higher grace Calles them 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and whose measures trace The steps of Nature humane and divine The abstruse mysteries of both untwine Vnlock the exta of each Science Art By cunning search againe not as a part Nor a grand columne onely but entreasures The soule of learning in the Poets measures All other Arts which use and learning gave Precepts and rules as sure foundations have When as the Poets pen alone 's enspir'd With high Enthusiasmes by heaven fir'd Ennius them holy calles and Plato sayes Furies divine are in the Poets layes Nor wanted hee himselfe the Poets wit He Dithyrambos and love passions writ The Regall Prophet was a true borne Poet As to the life his well-tun'd meeters show it Compos'd to musicke by that holy man Ere Hopkins and Sternhold knew how to scan Hence Chicken-Augures with your crooked staves Whose rash conjectures crowne and dig us graves A loftie fansie steeped in the fount Of Pegasus an higher pitch can mount Sibylline Oracles did speake in verse Their scatterd leaves in measures did rehearse The mysteries of mans redemption by The incarnation of a deitie Grave Maro I remember in an Ode An Eclogue treades the same Prophetick rode Those famous Druides renownd of late Treated at large o th' soules immortall state Mans spirit does not to the gloomie shade Of Erebus ore black Cocytus wade Death sets no period is the lesser part Of humane life for the same breath does dart Vigor to every sinew in the bulke Man lives as freely in another hulke Who readeth Ovids Metamorphosin And thinkes not Moses soule was sheathed in His body by a transmigration He from the chaos tels the worlds plantation Maro accords and gives the world a soule Which does this well-compacted lumpe controule And by illumination he discoverd How then the spirit ore the water hoverd Th' inspired pen of old Pythagoras By Nasos guide relates how in this masse All things doe alter shape yet soone Dame Nature Of one forme lost informes another feature No substance 's nothinged in this large globe But gainst some feast puts on a newer robe The earth resolv'd to water rarefies Into pure aire the thinner water flies The purer aire assumes a scorching heate They back returning orderly retreate Those subtile sparkes converted are to breath The spissye aire being doomed unto death Turnes into sea earth 's made a thickned water Thus wily Nature is a strange translater My Lady Readers I refer to sands But the grave learned unto Ovids hands Nor Seneca divine wants prophesies Neare to the death of time an age shall rise In which sayes he the Ocean shall untye The watry bands of things and to the eye Of Typhis anew world appeare Vnheard before by the mostitching eare In glory matching this Then Thule no more Shall be th' earths ne plus ultra bound or dore Our eights ith'hundred wold large heaps of treasures Set in their wills to buy Zorastus measures Masse-priests for Dirges then would loose their fee These would the surest de profundis be Shopsters and gallants to his house would hop More than t'Exchanges or Canary-shop And Poets briske would have a larger dealth Than holy Confessours of dead mens wealth I might be infinite should I but show For what grave Arts the world to Poets owe. Apelles had not been without Parnasse The pensils worth had onely dwelt on glasse Or dusty tablets guided by those Apes In imitation of some antick shapes Venus a portraict had Pigmalion mist That speechlesse female which he hugd and kist Had not th'enlivening breath of Poetrie T' a higher pitch reard up dull phantasie How quickly worthy acts of famous men Dy'd in the waine of our poetick pen How rudely by the Monkes which onely had The key of learning were their actions clad King Ethelbert's clos'd in his Poliander To Christ for Church buildings he 's gone without Maeander Such stuffe the tombes of Bede and Petrarch have The razor from all Monkey pates did shave Wit with their haire except in Mantuan Re-teind by Vida and Politian And many others was this glorious Sun Which glitter shall till earths last thread be spun We raise shall Obeliskes by Apollos breath Which owe no homage to the rage of death By pen Honterus creatures limb'd to life Better than could the Cynicke with his knife Pliny compared unto him did erre He was a Chymick and Cosmographer How bravely does the Scottish Bard depinge The planets order and the Sphericke hinge Brave Petrarch Latin'd by our learned clarke Lights us a lampe to guide us in this darke And critick age sayes that stout Alexander Whose warlicke steps ore all this globe did wander Fixing on brave Pelides tombe his eye Wrapt with a noble envie lowd did cry Happy O happy thou whose actions still Live being enbreath'd by the immortall quill Of worthy Homer nay when his sword had gaind Those wealthy realmes ore which Darius raignd He mongst his treasures found a casket faire So set with gold and gems it rayd the aire And cald in day despight of clowds or nights Yet the best use as grave Patricius writes This cabinet could serve to was t' entombe Homers choyce Iliads in his glorious wombe Of Zoaraflus now some wonders heare And barrell his disciples in thine eare Whose rithmes could charme foule Cerbers bawling tongue And pickhels lock with his inchanting song From Stygian shade conducting whom they listed And whom they pleas'd with hellish fogs bemisted Oh golden meeters rimes out-worthing gold At what high prices would they now be sold If they were extant Friend for friend would sell Lordships bookes banners to redeeme from hell How many ages has those Greekes surviv'd Than all their

Ladies aime Feature and spiced words but lead the Van Honour the Front the Noble is the Man My Lord sayes she your valour I approve That with three Selves thus warranteth your suit With Selfe conceit Selfe-confidence Selfe-love Such trees w●ll beare your Lordship glorious fruit It well befits your greatnesse not to thinke There can denyals dwell in aire or inke Your trencher clokes and your Recognizance Your coate of Armes with noble Ermines dight Your Russian Satten with the cut of Fra●ce Your talking rowels and your feathred white Are battring rams guns that spe●kin thunder To crack a breast and split a heart in sunder But my minde is Diana's chastest seat O're which the breath of greatnesse hath no power The quiver-bearing boy sounds a retreat And love availes not with his yellow showre The vestall fire out-shines blinde Cupids flame Which oft's eclips'd with sorrow dampt with shame And troth my Lord had I but wit enough T' assist your Lordship in your nuptiall tede Your Lordship shold not pl●y a● blind mans blough Else heavens should renounce their Ganimede For they that purblinde are may plainly se● You grosly hood winkt are in courting me The faults of state I cannot Vertues name And beare my selfe upon the wings of pride Nor light my Taper at anothers flame Or use the Art at beauties eventide I brooke not dalliance or the Venus kisse That way o● am'rousnesse or that or this I cannot seale a welcome with an oath To those whose absence I had rather have Nor venture hundreds at that paper-sloath Of Mistresse Isbel and the Pennell-knave I know no masking postures nor with grace Can treade the Brawles or true Currantoe pace I cannot at the feast of ryot sit When sea land aire are served up in plate Nor like Tripherus with a carving wit Read precepts this and this to dissecate Nor in deare Murrin charged to the brim Health it about untill our mullets swim I do not love to have my husband be Discreet by Pioxee's by his Chaplaines wise Nor doe I like the too much cringing knee Whose formall bends his black conceits disguise Those fawning sharkes I cannot call to table Which into Ermins change your Lordships sable To have my usher presse his masters saddle In my opinion cannot passe for good I doe not love to have my pillow addle Mean while my woman lets your Lordship blood I am no Androgyne nor doe delight To diet Pages or your Catamit Madam what passion does untune your minde What fiend sayes he in you thus rails on greatnesse Who viceth honour lyes and he is blinde That sayes Court-sattens are not trimd with neatnesse Speak then in Balmes forget the peevish why And to the Wilt thou have this answer I. No no sayes she yet might I know your Saint If my endevours can advantage you With your endowments I would her acquaint And limbe your rare perfections in her view In this one act I may my selfe approve More loving then in entertaining love I 'le say with what dexteritie you can Run o're the postures of the court-salute How trimly you can kisse a Ladies Fan And neatly manage an embroydred sute How finely Spanish leg-shells you can plaite And tune your rowels at the court retraite I might say you are witty if 't be true That jests and gingles are in brother-hood I le speak your skill in Haukes at flight in mue And at all hunting ceremonies good How gracefully you wave your gallant plumes And deeply are engag'd to deep perfumes How kind you are unto our chamber-shees How to our Marmosets and trencher-pages How oylie-fingerd unto supple knees How faine to th'musick of our wyer cages How quaintly you supply the Vshers roome How sweetly you can act the privy-groome Much more in blazoning your matchlesse worth And counting all your specials might I say But nature ne're a second did bring forth Which to such known perfections can say nay I le cease to praise them lest my praises make Your veines of pride with selfe-conceit to ake I will performe what I have promis'd Sir Please you t' impart your Lady to my maid I see my words your liver-wort does stir Into your face which in your channels straid No more of trouble then my Lord adiew This courteous doore divorceth me and you Away flings she and leaves my Lord alone More pensive then a widow which bedewes Her husbands corps with teares a womans moane Or then the Lupa of diseased stewes So that who saw his jigging head would sweare Wisedome nor wit did ne're inhabite there Don Riuelezzo sent a smiling glance That they might his consent read in his eye But seeing Fuco in a stupid trance He was possest with equall phrentezy The mother came to th' rescue and well nigh Sent her own wit to boare theirs company Faine would he tell the cause of his disasters And eagerly her parents strove to know it Yet strangely them this passion over-masters That neither they could aske nor he could show it As though an Incubus with vaprous throngs Enclaspt their bosomes and un-voyc'd their tongues At length Don Fuco cry'd Bellama cruell What evill planet revelld at thy birth Or what incensed god provided fuell To make me feele hells tortures upon earth Was there no way to punish me for sin But by a maid No there our woes begin When I with admiration view'd her face I boldly durst give any tongue the lye That dar'd to say with such supernall grace There dwelt one Atom of this tyranny But if that virgines Hierogliphicks be Of love and mildnesse take them all for me I 'le make a casement with this steely blade In my full breast through which my soule shal peep And make my heart in sanguine liquor wade And intrals all in juyce of liver steepe Nay straight-way give hells Ferry-man his pay For wafting me o're black Cocytus Bay Or unto Proserpine I 'le post a sprite To fetch m' a cup of moist oblivion Wherewith the Fairy Queene exiled quite Fury from her stout knight and Oberon That I not onely may forget disgrace But quite forget I ever saw her face Let not sayes Rinelez a peevish girle Hang fetters on your heart untune your soule Dwels there not courage with a worthy Earle Blinde Cupids bow and quiver to controule My Lord take heed the squinting boy works treason By passions to divest your soule of reason He by his slye insinuations oft A good opinion in the heart doth win The most obdurate are by him made soft And homage pay to Love their soveraigne sin Fire 's in nor hurts the Flint but Cupid can With flames to cinders waste the Flinty man A wily sisher-man hath store of baites Wherewith for Amorists he wisely angles With glittring pompe he for th' ambitious waites The greedy Carle with silver twists entangles The silke-lascivious with a wanton eye The austere Stoick with a modest Fye The studious Templant he with Ergo calles The grave precisian with

be rewarded Then did she take her by the tender hand And led her to her grot in princely state She feard not much nor did her will withstand Iudging divorcement was her harshest fate But when she saw the entrance was so narrow A sudden feare did eat up all her marrow Pazzella viewing her supposed Lasse Repented her of her intended ills But injuries engraven are on brasse And womens joynters are to have their wils And lest remorse should chill her angry mood Fewell was added by the brother-hood Then sayes she Madam you behold the cage Which I prepared for your honours good Where you may spend the Autumne of your age Till age and winter have congeal'd your blood You may retire to ease for envy can Nor dares to say you 'r not an able man When twice ten circled snakes are crawld away You shall enjoy companions masculine To give instructions in that youthfull play Is fed with Ceres and the god of wine And if my virgines shall hereafter be Lascivious given I will send for thee Into this Coven was Phoeliche thrust With bars and locks the entrance sealed fast Now must he pay a deare rate for his lust His Curtain-vezzo and the Corrall taste Sure his repentance will be full as deare As the Philosophers non tanti were Ah foppish Monke did not Bellama's no Give thee a warning-peece presaging danger But thou must headlong rush upon thy woe Happy 's that man which is to lust a stranger If this of dalliance is the constant fee Let them d dally that doe lift for me Here when the barking star his scepter wav'd When in our clyme we feele an Aethiope's heat An under-vault the subtile matrone pav'd With fire and flame to force a constant sweat That as from flowres hot Limbecks water still So by this stove from him sweat-currents drill Then for the winter season she provided A melting cloud full fraught with feathred raine Whose curious art the aire-borne clouds derided Which through some oylet holes might passage gain His cabine should have been like Alps cold hight Mantled and strewed ore with winters white And t was so darke I cannot see to write Nay at a non-plus it all pencils sets T was helles epitomy the cage of night Wal'd in with pitch and roofed ore with jets The Linx at mid-day here would wish for day And Cats without a torch must grope their way But leave him labyrinth'd and thus distrest And see Bellama and examine how She brookes the absence of her bosome-guest If discontent does revell on her brow It does for why she dreames and never sleepes She feeds and fats not laughes but ever weepes Disaster hangs upon Albino gyves Sayes she else Envy keeps him prisoner Or a new Bull does interdict them wives So seales the lips of my petitioner Else the smirke knave is so devout in pray'r He has no time to kisse the common aire But does he love or is' t a fit of mirth Which like to childrens fansies soone expire Ere language or employment give them birth Flashing affections ag'd like thunder-fire His eyes shot Cupids at my yeelding heart But his firme breast repeld my feeble dart Perchance he judg'd my forwardnesse to love By too much curtsie and my frequent glances So thought in jest my willingnesse to prove Not with that sober passion which entrances But with lip-love which to the heart ne●e sinkes And paper-vowes which take their birth from inkes But stay does greatnesse use to be deny'd Beauty and bravery command a graunt Yet might my lookes and carriage plum'd with pride His humble and untowring Spirit daunt Daunt no● his soule 's a temper most divine Dares soare aloft to kisse the Suns neare shine Then love he does but must this action Wooe Be tyde by patent onely unto men Some unsrequented paths of love I le goe And in some riddles court him by my pen Yet first to th' Abbey I le dispatch a post To make enquiry where my Monke doth host The Merchant is not with desires so bigge When as he plowes the Seas for Indian mines With slower steps the sonnes of Bacchus trigge To Sack-shops for the French and Spanish wines Then she to Tagus bids her servant goe To Croftsull Abbey where her wishes grow Gone is the messenger but small successe Waites on his travailes for he back returnes With Madam where Albino's none can guesse They thinke his ashes are inclos'd in urnes For time say they has counted forthnights many Since his choyce feature object was to any This answer shot an hail-storme at her heart Whose sudden chilnesse jelly'd all her blood Sh'applyed Holco to unscrue the dart But her assayments brought her little good For but Albino none can cure ●er ill Not Physick potions or the druggards skill Ah me Has Fate my deare Albino tane Then farewell Musick and you sprucing trade Either my teares shall body him againe Or send my ghost to wayt upon his shade For she is judg'd a light unconstant lover Whose flame the ashes of neglect can cover Have you beheld how when the moores and marsh Belch vapours to blemish bright Titans eye They with his rayes wage conflicts long and harsh Confining them unto their proper sky Bribed perchance by envious night to wrap Day and his champion in his sooty lap So that to us appeares nor Sun nor day And onely faith perswades us there is both Till day and Sun call in each straggling ray And force a passage spight of fume and froth Yet then the day but newly seemes to dawne And ore che Sun a vaile of Cypresse drawn● Iust so diseasing sorrow arm'd with teares Sighes and black melancholy vaild her face So that no ray of lovelinesse appeares And onely faith perswades us she has grace Her eyes retyr'd her double blush was wan'd Her lockes dissever'd and her Lillies tan'd And as in her which arted lookes does ware Men looke for natures steps and cannot trace her Since she by nature nothing lesse than faire Hath purchas'd from the shops such worth to grace her Though foule now faire sleek thogh age did plow And made long furrowes in her cheek a●d brow So knowledge here was in a maze the eye That knew Bellama did Bellama seek And looking on her nothing could descry Spake her Bellama or in eye or cheeke To loves harsh lawes she gave such constant duty Sh 'ad onely left an Anagram of beauty She threw her selfe upon her couch of ease And marshald all her thoughts in just arayes This brought small comfort that did ha●dly please And in that thought despaire the scepter swayes Yet thought she not death could a period set Vnlesse he did some strange advantage get Hee 's young and lusty everv veine does swell With Aqua-vitae corrall juyce of life His skill in Magick else can frame a spell To distance meagre death and Atrops knife Yet love gives birth to feare I le send to search The Lions flinty bed and Vultures pearch I

I will ope no gate This answer made Albino's anger lowder And vowd a passage bought at any rate So leapt upon the slave with nimble strength And measurd on the earth his ugly length Albino hastes to th'posterne having got The keyes but ' mon●st so many much was puzzled To finde the right Fo●po mean while did trot Vnto some chambers where the ●havelings nuzzled And them with our-cryes rayfed to surprise Albino ●arved ●n Courado's guise Like penancers with linnen on their backes The bald-pates ran to seize upon their pray But yet their haste a femi-momont lackes Albino through the gate had found a way And snatching ou● the keyes did them encage R●ising a Bulw arke to withstand their rage Then thankt his starres that thus deliverd him From dangers which did threaten nought but death For he by th'verge of Mare mort did swim And did expect his latest gale to breath Nay these late troubles had him so dis-harted That every shadow ' lmost the union parted You whose disasters some proportion hold Helpe my weake phansie to expresse his feares Teach me my rithmes in Cypresse to enfold From thwarted lovers borrow me some teares Fetch me some grones from the ascending thiefe And from the inquisition fetch me griefe Without demurres Albino left the wicket Fearing the Monkes should bribe the faithlesse lock And steerd his course unto a well-grown thicket Whose lofty hill was armd with many a rock He envies sculls that wayt on spit and oven And vowes nere more to see that hated coven Have you beheld the stately pacing stagge Flying the ecchoes of some deep-mouth'd hounds How first his brow does weare a ferny flaggc And with curvaitings beates the quaking ground Telling the Fawns wood-nymphs that he scorns The hounds horse huntsmen and their warbling hornes But when he is embost in blood and sweat When travaile on his swifrnesse fetters hangs He then is frighted with the shrill recheat And feares a pinking with the yellers fangs Seekes e'ry where for shelter and dares rush Maled with feare into the sharpest bush So far'dit with Albino whilst he had Fate at a becke commanded fortunes wheele Was called by his Donnes active lad He thought his joyes were walled in with steele Slighted misfortune envie set at nought And braving malice dar'din every thought But when his towring heart was taught to know Humiliation and selfe-confidence Was strucken dead with famine flame and snow Although his geniall starres had freed him thence He feares the Monkish rabble and he shrowdes Himselfe in caves encurtaindround with clowds In his dark house he heard a feeble voyce Breathd from the corrals of some weakned maid At first concealment was his better choyce Till pitry set an edge upon his blade Then guidcd by the cry he saw a Royster Did in his armes perforce a Nymph encloyfter Yet seeing home-spun russet stopt his pace Saying by this what honour shall I gaine But in his eye so curious was her face Though maskt and blubberd ore with brackish raine That he forthwith unsheathd his trusty Turke Cald forth that blood which in his veines did lurk So stepping forward cryes Injurious slave Vnto what basenesse does thy folly tempt her Who answerd him Fond soole thy foolish brave From my decreed end shall not exempt her Bef●iend me Queen of Cypresse and in spight Of force or Fortune I le have my delight Desist Albino sayes or olse I vow By all those tapers which enrich the night I le make pale death strew Cypresse on thy brow And to th' infernall shades thy soule will fright Cease from thy brutish rape or else prepare Thy cursed lungs to draw the Stygian ayte Quoth the rude Sylvan I 'am past that age Which with Bug-bears the foppish nurse does fright Hence curtaine-squire smock-groom nrine-page I le have no testates unto my delight Pack hence with speed or by Actaeons head My weightie falcheon shall pronounce thee dead Well sayes Albino since thou 'lt not dcsist Prove the adventures of a bloody duell One of our threads fell Atrops shall unt wist For to my rage kinde pitty lendeth fuell To free a virgine from thy gryping pawes I judge well pleasing unto natureslawes They claspt their Helms and buckled to their fight Twixt whom no umpire was but meagre death The wooddards greene with Tyrian dye was dight Who now desires a minutes space to breath Albino gave the truce yet but to breath His valour scornd to crowd into the sheath Then did his nimble slight and courage shew Baining a stroake but poynted at his breast Which op't a doore whereat his spirits flew And well nigh set his fainting soule at rest With that th'enfeebled Sylvan weakly cryes Hold hold thy hand or else Sylvanus dyes Dost call for mercie sayes Albino now And all thy thoughts erstwhile triumphant rid I seek not murder may I save my vow That I should joy in blood my starres forbid I am content the virgines voyce shall seale Thy death or pardon if thou make appeale Faire virgine quoth Sylvanus pitty is The onely grace that gives a virgin price Remission crownes a heart with greater blisse Then to hang iron on weak natures vice The rayes of your bright beauty urg'd desire Your feature kindled lust love blowd the fire The virgin answerd I did never suck The Tygers dugges the Lionesse and Bare Nor from a reeking breast an heart did plucke Never will I in blood with vultures share But since submission speakes from voyce and knee Kinde pitty thins the fault and pardons thee Then to Albino sayes Heroick youth May all the blessings which attend on man Felicitate thy life and to buy truth To words I dare doe more than virgines can But above all I wish may natures pride Lillies and Roses inter-twine thy bride But yet alas to recompence by ayres So large a bounty and so free is poore Yet why may not a spotlesse virgines prayers Wingd with desire unclaspe high heavens doore Accept of this and if the Fates befriend me These blessings which I wish for shal attend thee Natures sole wonder beauties onely gem Quoth he my valour and my feeble armes If your perfections had not strengthned them Could not have freed you from intended harmes Ascribe the honour to your matchlesse face My courage merits not the meanest place Yet had I swom through seas of steaming blood And past through Nitre flames that belch forth led Had all the Furies arm'd with vipers stood T' have stopt my passage or pronounc't me dead I would have thrown the dye my fortune tryde T' have bought you freedome though in crymson dyde For when mine eyes sent forth the farthest glance To fetch th'Idaea of your beauty in That very sight my sences did intrance And made my thoughts excuse Sylvanus sin For sure your quickning rayes can melt a snow On which the windes of age and sorrow blow But why doe I upon the Ela rayse Thy noble worth and yet intend to wooe Since beauty

but of Grammar boyes And our fresh sponsants in that height of mirth To every pleasure gave an easie birth Now are they landed on the I le of blisse Where every joy courts their desires with pleasure Envie did then her snakie traine dismisse For their espousals did all sweete entreasure Dead grief bequeath'd her stings to thorn thistle Nor durst a sigh within those borders whistle Then as Sea-merchants when their reeling Gally Drunk with salt Neptune hazard●th their bteathes To calme bold tempest and the ●●i●ons val●ey Hack on the quiet shore th●ir bracked sheathes So did our Amorists h●l●e wra●kt with eye-men Devote their radd●e vestes to Love and Hymen Some marrow-lancing eye perchance may quarrell ' Cause with the bridall torch my muse expi●es And in lowd jeeres his to wring voyce apparrell Taxing the faintnesse of my Metricke fires Because my lines tread not the common path Of Fortune issue and appeasing wrath Perhaps I dare not lengthen out my story With those events succeeding time begot Lest some disaster should eclypse their glory And the pure Ermins of their pleasures spot For having scru'd them into firme embrac●s I will not waken hate or rouze disgraces Yet beauty know when vertue shines upon her And vertues know skin-perfections glosse 'em Awe Fortunes nath and challenge heavens honour Hell cannor cancell them nor envie drosse ' em Love if to me the same content thou 'lt yeeld I le limme thy mother on Minerva's Shield TO THOSE WORTHY HERO'S OF OVR Age whose noble Breasts are we● and watred with the deaw of Helicon N. W. wisheth ever-flourishing Laurels YOu noble Laureats whose able Quills In framing Odes do drean the sacred rills Of Aganippe dry within whose brests The Syre of Aesculapius safely rests And all the Muses Temple daigne your rayes To cheare the measures of an infant Bayes Spread forth the Banners of your worths to sheild His yonger Muse unable yet to weild Armes ' gainst the Monsters of this Critick age Envie detraction and Saturnine rage I to my selfe assume not double worth Or that my teeming phansie can bring forth Words to make wonderstand amaz'd doetrye To vindicate the breath of Poesie In such a thought I 'me silent but because I 've heard invectives belched from the jawes Of Nil-scientes whose audacious bragges Have rays'd a thunder like a shoale of dagges T' affright endevours In writing which if my weake studies hit Of any fansie speaking worth or wit If I have snatched any fainting Muse From the black jawes of envie and abuse Shooting a soule into her and new breath Maugre those tongues that doomed her to death Eccho forth thankes unto coy Daphnes lover About whose Fane the sacred Nine doe hover Whose kindnesse smild on my uncrusht designes And lockt a Muse in my unworthy lines Able to blunt the dar●s of envie pare The sharpest hoofed Satyr and with ayre Shrill as the voyce of thunder chide those gaules That belch forth scandals and invective bawles Nay he befriending me above my merit Vnseen of any heav'd my winged spirit T' a higher court than the Star-chamberis Where soules may surfet with immortall blisse And taught my phansie in those quiet slumbers What waking I have folded up in numbers To tell the brood of Critickes that there are Some few or if not some yet one that dare Backed by your thrice-sacred worths expose These lines and letters to the ken of prose The humble admirer of your Muses N. W. Il in sonio insonnadado WHhen in the silent age of sable night The silver way with Phaebes glimring light And her attendants was adornd and when Fast slumbers scald the eyes of drowsie men I entred Morpheus Court that Iv'ry port Whereat benighted phansies passe that sort With reall good sleepe was the Ianitor Who let me in without one crum of Ore Into the spacious hall whose darksome flore With downie beds and quilts was paved ore Instead of Marble stones here nuzzled both The hated spawne of idlenesse and sloth Icilone and Phantaso the one Wrapt in a mantle set with starres and stones Checkerd with flowres and trimd with antick shape● Playing with children feathets flies and Apes Blowing up spittle bladders and the other Stretcht on the bosome of his quiet mother Folded in furres and feathers would not stirre To earne a penny or to please you Sir With cap and curtsie wondring much to me The winged post came with an Embassee I frighted with his strange apparell shrunke Away and closely into feathers sunke He smiling sayd let not my strange arraying Kinde youth beget amazement or dismaying I le show thee where in marshald order stray Whole troopes of Laureats ensphear'd with Bay Then spread his winged sailes and caught my haire Without a sence of motion through the aire Conducting me through where the Salamander If faith b'historlcall does breath and wander Then throgh those glorious orbs enricht with gems The palaces of seven Diadems Then throgh the firmament where glittring spangs Like blazing Topazes in Chrystal hangs Three stories higher was the Galupin Where Iove was frolick with his goddy kin Hither was I uplifted then mine eye Besprinkled was by nimble Mercurie With liquor which with strength did me endue T' abide the presence of th' immortall crue The whispring vaults I opened of my braine The counsels of the gods to entertaine And fearing memorie with short-liv'd chalke Wanting the tongue of paper writ their talke The Patron of Parnassus and the nine To IOVE presented and the rest divine Their suites with comely grace and majestie But Phoebus was the Oratour Loe I Thy daughters undertooke to patronize Great Emperour of the Christall spangled skies And shield their measures from the sullen rage Of envious ignorance this Criticke age For none inveigh against Poetick measures But those that never had Pandora's treasures Yet such a shoale of ignorants I finde 'T is thought the greater part o th' world is blinde That maugre all my scourges in the dark Against the Muses they will snarle and bark Let winged-sandald Hermes post to call And summon them unto thy judgment Hall That you may know their rage is want of braines Hermes took post and brought the silly traines Iove wav'd his scepter and commanded hush Then calles a gawdie peece of emptie plush And askt what hee could say ' gainst Poetry Hah hah quoth he and fleer'd with blinking eye I have a mistresse then begins a tale Which made Iove call for some Nectarean Ale To arme his eares ' gainst non-sence and his side ' Gainst laughters furie has too much of pride Shee 's faire as is a wall new parg'd with lime Shee 's wise enough for age shee 's in her prime I vow her service but shee slights me why Marry I dave noveine in Poesie But what I take on trust o th' second hand Shee jeeres and sayes this cannot well be scand This has a foot too little that too much This is a borrowd line she knowes't by th'