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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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endlesse Ioyes and never feare the ill Of grudging Friends Then she her selfe did kill To tell what griefe theyr Parents did sustaine Were more then my rude Quill can overcome Many a teare they spent but all in vaine For weeping calls not backe the Dead againe They both were layed in one Grave life done And these few words were writ vpon the Tombe Epitaph VNderneath this Marble stone Lye two Beauties ioyn'd in one Two whose Loves Death could not sever For both liv'd both dy'd together Two whose Soules being too divine For earth in their owne Spheare now shine Who have left their loves to Fame And their earth to earth againe FINIS AN ELEGIE ON THE Death of the Right Honourable DVDLEY Lord CARLETON Viscount DORCHESTER late Principall Secretarie of State THe infernall Sisters did a Counsell call Of all the Feinds to the blacke Stygian Hall The dire Tartarean Monsters hating light Begot by dismall Erebus and night Wheresoe're dispers'd abroad hearing the Fame Of their accursed meeting thither came Revenge whose greedy minde no Blood can fill And Envie neuer satisfied with ill Thither blind Boldnesse and impatient Rage Resorted with Death's neighbour envious Age And Messengers diseases wheresoe're Then wandring at that Senate present were Whom to oppresse the Earth the Furies sent To spare the Guiltie vex the Innocent The Counsell thus dissolv'd an angry fever Whose quenchlesse thirst by Blood was sated never Envying the Riches Honour Greatnesse Love And Vertue Loadstone which all these did move Of Noble CARLETON him she tooke away And like a greedy Vultur seas'd her prey Weepe with mee each who eyther reads or heares And know his losse deserues his Countries teares The Muses lost a Patron by his Fate Virtue a Husband and a Prop the State SOL'S Chorus weepes and to adorne his Herse CALLIOPE would sing a Tragicke verse And had there bin before no Spring of theirs They would have made a Helicon with their teares A. C. AN ELEGIE ON THE Death of my loving Friend and Cousen Mr. RICHARD CLERKE late of LINCOLNES Inne Gentleman IT was decreed by stedfast Destinie The World from Chaos turn'd that all should Die. Hee who durst fearelesse passe blacke Acheron And dangers of th' infernall Region Leading Hell's triple Porter captivate Was overcome himselfe by conquering Fate The Roman TVLLIE'S pleasing Eloquence Which in the Eares did locke vp every Sence Of the rapt hearer his Mellifluous breath Could not at all charme vnremorsefull Death Nor SOLON so by Greece admir'd could save Himselfe with all his Wisedome from the Grave Sterne Fate brought MARO to his Funerall flame And would have ended in that fire his Fame Burning those lofty Lines which now shall be Times conquerors and out-last Eternitie Even so lov'd CLERKE from Death no scape could find Though arm'd with great ALCIDES valiant mind Hee was adorn'd in yeares though farre more young With learned CICERO'S or a sweeter Tongue And could dead VIRGIL heare his lofty straine Hee would condemne his owne to fire againe His youth a SOLON'S Wisedome did presage Had envious Time but given him SOLONS age And all that in our Ancestors hath bin Of any Vertue earth now lost in him Who would not therefore now if Learnings friend Bewayle his fatall and vntimely end Who hath such hard such vnrelenting Eyes As would not weeps when so much Vertue dyes The God of Poets doth in darknesse shrowd His glorious face and weepes behind a Cloud The dolefull Muses thinking now to write Sad Elegies their teares confound their sight But him to Elysium's lasting Ioyes they bring Where winged Angels his sad Requiems sing Abraham Cowley A DREAME OF ELYSIVM PHOEBVS expuls'd by the approaching Night Blush'd and for shame clos'd in his bashfull light Whilst I with leaden MORPHEVS overcome The Muse whom I adore enter'd the roome Her hayre with looser curiositie Did on her comely backe dishevel'd lye Her Eyes with such attractive beauty shone As might have wak'd sleeping ENDYMION Shee bid me rise and promis'd I should see Those Fields those mansions of Felicitie Wee mortals so admire at Speaking thus She lifts me vp vpon wing'd Pegasus On whom I rid Knowing where ever shâ—e Did goe that place must needs a Temple bee No sooner was my flying Courser come To the blest dwellings of Elysium When straight a thousand vnknowne joyes resort And hemm'd me round Chast loves innocuous sport A thousand sweets bought with no following Gall Ioyes not like ours short but perpetuall How many objects charme my wandring eye And bid my soule gaze there eternally Heere in full streames BACCHVS thy liquor flowes Nor knowes to ebbe heere IOVES broad Tree bestowes Distilling honey heere doth Nectar passe With copious current through the vardant grasse Heere HYACINTH his fate writ in his lookes And thou NARCISSVS louing still the brookes Once louely boyes and Acis now a Flower Are nourish'd with that rarer herbe whose power Created the wars potent God heere growes The spotlesse Lilly and the blushing Rose And all those diuers ornaments abound That variously may paint the gawdy ground No Willow sorrowes garland there hath roome Nor Cypresse sad attendant of a Tombe None but APOLLO'S tree and th'Ivie twine Embracing the stout Oake the fruitfull Vine And trees with golden Apples loaded downe On whose faire toppes sweet PHILOMEL alone Vnmindfull of her former misery Tunes with her voice a rauishing Harmony Whilst all the murmuring brookes that glide along Make vp a burthen to her pleasing song No Scritchowle sad companion of the night Or hideous Rauen with prodigeous flight Presaging future ill Nor Progne thee Yet spotted with young Ilis tragedy Those Sacred bowers receiue There 's nothing there That is not pure immaculate and rare Turning my greedy sight another way Vnder a row of storme-contemning Bay I saw the Thracian singer with his lyre Teach the deafe stones to heare him and admire Him the whole Poets Chorus compas'd round All whom the Oake all whom the Lawrell crown'd There banish'd OVID had a lasting home Better then thou couldst giue ingratefull Rome And LVCAN spight of Nero in each vaine Had euery drop of his spilt bloud againe HOMER Sol's first borne was not poore or blinde But saw as well in body as in minde TVLLIE graue CATO SOLON and the rest Of Greece's admir'd Wisemen heare possest A large reward for their past deeds and gaine A life as euerlasting as theyr Fame By these the valiant Heroes take theyr place All who sterne Death and perils did imbrace For Vertues cause Great ALEXANDER there Laughing at Earth's small Empier did weare A nobler Crowne then the whole world could give There did HORATIVS COCLES SCAEVA live And valiant DECIVS who now freely cease From warre and purchase an Eternall peace Next them beneath a Myrtle bowre where Doves And gallesse Pidgeons build theyr nests all Loves Faithfull perseverers with amorous kisses And soft imbraces taste theyr greediest wishes LEANDER with his beautious HERO playes Nor are they parted with dividing Seas PORCIA injoyes her BRVTVS Death no more Can now divorce theyr wedding as before THISBE her PIRAMVS kiss'd his THISBE hee Embrac'd each blest with th' others companie And every couple alwayes dancing sing Eternall Ditties to Elysium's King But see how soone these pleasures fade away How neere to Evening is delights short Day For th'watchfull Bird true Nuncius of the Light Straight crow'd and all these vanish'd from my sight My very Muse her selfe forsooke mee too Me gâ—iefe and wonder wak'd What should I doe Oh! let me follow thee sayd I and goe From life that I may Dreame for ever so With that my flying Muse I though to claspe Within my armâ—s but did a Shadow graspe Thus châ—efest Ioyes glide with the swiftest streame And all our greatest Pleasure 's but a Dreame ABRA COVVLEY FINIS Some mistakes are passed in the Impression which I beseech thee Gentle Reader to pardon Vale. H. S.