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A19481 Poetical blossomes by A.C. Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.; Vaughan, Robert, engraver. 1633 (1633) STC 5906; ESTC S108970 17,550 62

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Reader when first thou shalt behold this boyes Picture perhaps thou 'lt thinke his writings toyes Wrong not our Cowley so will nothing passe But gravity with thee Apollo was Beardlesse himselfe and for ought I can see Cowley may yongest sonne of Phoebus bee POETICAL BLOSSOMES BY A. C. fit surculus Arbor LONDON Printed by B.A. and T.F. for HENRY S●IL● and are to be sold at his shop at the Signe of the Tygers-head in St. Paules Church-yard 1633 TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE and right Reverend Father in God IOHN Lord Bishop of LINCOLNE And Deane of Westminster MY LORD I Might well feare least these my rude and vnpolisht lines should offend your Honorable survay but that I hope your Noblenesse will rather smile at the faults committed by a Child then censure them Howsoever I desire your Lordships pardon for presenting things so vnworthy to your view and to accept the good will of him who in all duty is bound to be Your Lordships most humble servant ABRA COVVLEY To the Reader I. I Call'd the bushin'd Muse MELPOMENE And told her what sad Storie I would write Shee wept at hearing such a Tragedie Though wont in mournefull Ditties to delight If thou dislike these sorrowfull lines Then know My Muse with teares not with Conceits did flow II. And as she my vnabler quill did guide Her briny teares did on the paper fall If then vnequall numbers be espied Oh Reader doe not that my error call But thinke her teares defac't it and blame then My Muses griefe and not my missing Pen. ABRA COVVLEY To his deare Friend and Schoole-fellow ABRAHAM COVVLEY on his flourishing and hopefull BLOSSOMES NAture wee say decayes because our Age Is worse then were the Times of old The Stage And Histories the former Times declare In these our latter Dayes what defects are Experience teacheth What then Shall we blame Nature for this Not so let vs declayme Rather against our Selves 't is wee Decay Not She Shee is the same every way She was at first COVVLEY thou prov'st this truth Could ever former Age brag of a Youth So forward at these yeares Could NASO write Thus young such witty Poems TVLLI's mite Of Eloquence at this Age was not seene Nor yet was CATO'S Iudgement at Thirteene So great is thine Suppose it were so yet He CIC'RO's Eloquence TVLLY the Wit Of OVID wanted OVID too came farre In Iudgement behind CATO Therefore are None of all equall vnto Thee so pretty So Eloquent Iudicious and Witty Let the world's spring time but produce and show Such Blossomes as thy Writings are and know Then not till then shall my opinion be That it is Nature faileth and not wee BEN MAERS To his Friend and Schoole-fellow ABRAHAM COVVLEY on his Poeticall Blossomes MAny when Youths of tender Age they see Expressing CATO in their Gravitie Iudgement and Wit will oftentimes report They thinke their thread of Life exceeding short But my opinion is not so of Thee For thou shalt live to all Posterity These guifts will never let thee dye for Death Can not bereave thee of thy fame though breath Let snarling Critticks spend their braines to find A fault though there be none This is my mind Let him that carpeth with his vipers Tougne Thinke with himselfe what he could doe as young But if the Springing blossomes thus rare be What ripen'd Fruit shall wee hereafter see ROB MEADE Condiscipulus CONSTANTIA AND PHILETVS I Sing two constant Lovers various fate The hopes and feares which equally attend Their loves Their rivals envie Parents hate I sing their sorrowfull life and tragicke end Assist me this sad story to rehearse You Gods and be propitious to my verse In Florence for her stately buildings fam'd And lofty roofes that emulate the skie There dwelt a lovely Mayd CONSTANTIA nam'd Renown'd as mirror of all Italie Her lavish nature did at first adorne With PALEAS soule in CYTHEREA's forme And framing her attractive eyes so bright Spent all her wit in study that they might Keepe th' earth from Chaos and eternall night But envious Death destroyed their glorious light Expect not beauty then since she did part For in her Nature wasted all her Art Her hayre was brighter then the beames which are A Crowne to PHOEBVS and her breath so sweet It did transcend Arabian odours farre Or th'smelling Flowers wherewith the Spring doth greet Approaching Summer teeth like falling snow For white were placed in a double row Her wit excell'd all praise all admiration And speach was so attractive it might be A meanes to cause great PALLAS indignation And raise an envie from that Deity The mayden Lillyes at her lovely sight Waxt pale with envie and from thence grew white Shee was in birth and Parentage as high As in her fortune great or beauty rare And to her vertuous mindes nobility The guifts of Fate and Nature doubled were That in her spotlesse Soule and lovely Face Thou mightst have seene each Deity and grace The scornefull Boy ADONIS viewing her Would VENVS still despise yet her desire Each who but saw was a Competitor And rivall scorcht alike with CVPID'S fire The glorious beames of her fayre Eyes did move And light beholders on their way to Love Amongst her many Sutors a young Knight 'Bove others wounded with the Majesty Of her faire presence presseth most in sight Yet seldome his desire can satisfie With that blest object or her rarenesse see For Beauties guard is watchfull Iealousie Oft-times that hee might see his Dearest-fayre Vpon his stately Iennet he in the way Rides by her house who neighes as if he were Proud to be view'd by bright CONSTANTIA But his poore Master though to see her moue His joy dares show no looke betraying Loue. Soone as the morne peep'd from her rosie bedd And all Heauens smaller lights expulsed were She by her friends and neere acquaintance led Like other Maids oft walkt to take the ayre AVRORA blusht at such a sight vnknowne To see those cheekes were redder then her owne Th' obsequious Louer alwayes followes them And where they goe that way his journey feines Should they turne backe he would turne backe againe For where his Love his businesse there remaines Nor is it strange hee should be loath to part From her since shee had stolne away his heart PHILETVS hee was call'd sprung from a race Of Noble ancestors But destroying Time And envious Fate had laboured to deface The glory which in his great Stocke did shine His state but small so Fortune did decree But Love being blind hee that could never see Yet hee by chance had hit his heart aright And on CONSTANTIA'S eye his Arrow whet Had blowne the Fire that would destroy him quite Vnlesse his flames might like in her beget But yet he feares because he blinded is Though he have shot him right her heart hee 'l misse Vnto Loves Altar therefore hee repayres And offers there a pleasing Sacrifice Intreating CVPID with inducing Prayers To looke vpon and ease