thy self away I want thee not 't is madnesse to burn day This service is not welcome then begon there are more ways to wast thy self upon Than by thy tedious waiting and pretence of service to become a meer offence It were more Charity to watch the Dead the thought of Love shall light my Soul to Bed To Love IT is no marvel Love thou liv'st so long and though exactly Old art perfect Young To all mens sense thou hadst consuâ—'d and di'd had not our kinder heat thy want suppli'd Thou dost extract thy Comfort from our Hearts our Feebleness thy Nutriment imparts Thou suck'st us dry and leav'st us ne're a Vein unsearch'd that may thy Youth and Pride maintain At their luxurious height In that poor we are tortur'd sev'ral ways to nourish Thee And yet thou cruel ne're art satisfi'd but to support thine doth our States divide By weak'ning us thou do'st renew thy strength by shortning of our lives thine receive length Thou tak'st thy Beauty from our Cheeks thy Youth from ours and thy Decrees are from our Truth Originally fram'd though young art sage and Thou deriv'st thy Youth from others Age Sure thou extract'st the very Quinte sence of Life from Hearts for Mine left me long since After this rate Thou may'st for ever live since Our decaying 's Thy Preservative To Ostella's Brother IT is not now as when my Soul was free and could contract my time to Mirth and Thee Meet the lov'd Sack with lips as resolute as Merchants in the heat of their pursuit Ofth ' Virtue on 't when our exacter taste to make their Wits secure Our own did wast When our Succeeding Cups did Musick send through eithers ear in health to eithers friend When our Comptrolless Mirth her Voice did fit and laugh'd ev'n Melancholly out on 's Wit When ev'ry Brow was clear and ev'ry Heart unthrall'd shew'd Friendships Concord without Art Then was the time of times But now alas I have not so much Heart will break a Glasse My Soul is out of tune as well as I I 'm a meer Eunuch to Society Fly all things but my Passion and do stalk along the Thames sides Melancholly walk As though I meant a Wedding with the Willows bidding adue to Sack Mirth and Boon-fellows This was thy fault then blame thy self not me had I ne're seen thy Sister I had been I. This is a Metamorphosie as true as Ovid ere in 's strength of Fancy drew Ostella visiting me in time of Sicknesse BLest be that Tongue that whisper'd in your Ear my Sicknesse Heaven did surely send you here Upon some Angels Wing to give repose to my Distracted Thoughts this Pitty shews You are ally'd to Heaven I was but now cold as the Morning Air or Deaths chill Brow And now a soft Heat steals through ev'ry Vein and warms my Heart thus you revive the Slain The Dark Cimmerian that hath seal'd his eyes up in continuall sleep would rouze and rise To blesse this happy Omen so from far the Kings rejoic'd when as the Eastern Star Appeard to them like Comfort You do bring for when good Works are done Angels do sing My Scorn to Cupid or Cupid ungodded A God! some jugling Gypsies Brat that silly People wonder at Whose faiths thou hast abus'd with lies And fortune-telling fopperies No more assume the title God that fitter art to have the Rod But use thy Quiver and thy Bow to kill Iack-Daws or fright the Crow Nor boast thy Parentage or Power th' ast lost thy Godhead in one hour Henceforth in scorn thy Figure shall be plac'd on ev'ry Potters Stall Or on the Tester of some Bed thy Altar be some Cup-boards head No fumes of Sacrifice shall rise less from the Mists of Childrens eys When in their Play they Ruine Thee and thou the Sacrificed be No No thou shalt abuse no more our Faiths with thy huge Deeds of Yore Fame lies to prate so much of thee could'st thou so great a Conquerour be Or'e Gods themselves and now want'st wir sufficient Power and Strength to hit A Heart of Flesh and not of Flint odd's death I think the Divels in 't Loves melancholly I Live in th' World but how in such deep Woe as though I were not made ' its joys to know I eat yet feed not from the choisest food I can't extract that goodness doth me good I drink and often still my Sorrow's dry and to chase sadness keep much company Them I disturb for when their Mirth flies high damp't with a fit I break Society Retir'd vnto my Chamber I converse with some known Author either Prose or verse In my Survey if any joys I find conferr'd on any I am strucken Blind If any Mans hard Fate be queintly shewn I straight Compare his Torments with mine own And finding mine exceed leave off to Read the Weight of Sorrow bears me to my Bed There if I sleep my troubled Soul doth Walk and just as Mad-men use to ' its self doth talk Awake my Fancy wanders too and fro as though I knew not where to rest or go In such distracted Passions I am thrown I 'm neither well in Publick nor alone I 'm young and apt for Pleasure single too Objects enough that may my fancy Wooe And yet not Helens Beauty can delight my eye or raise in me an appetite Nor is this Miracle I do impart And yet I breath live move without a heart Ostella's Scorn HAd I not Lov'd thee Cruel fair thou had'st not priz'd thy self so high And thou had'st mist the title Rare had'st not receiv'd it from My eye The Flames that from my Heart did rise wrought by the fuell of Desire To seek the Glory of thy eyes hath rais'd in others brests a fire And I that first did blaze thy Name that long before Obscured lay Am left Consuming in my Flame whilst others Pitty find their Pay Thus by my Love thou wert made Great and by thy Pride my Hearts cast down Ingratitude is the worst Cheat and Prides more infamous then Clown But oh fond Love thou didst my Pen subborn to make her Proud now Pride doth make her Scorn To Ostella VVOuld'st thou live and have thy Name stand glorious in the eys of Men And fixt above the common aym make thy Sex Emulate thy Fame And Treasur'd up in Story be an ever-living Fame to them Or would'st thou to example thee raise Flames in all Posterity Then let thy Lenity reâ—seat My Heart late Captiv'd by thy power Raise it to make thy own more Great they best can save that can Defeat So Caesar's setting up of Pompey's Name Made his own stand secure with brighter Fame A Tempest HElp Love or els I sink for know he best can help that causeth Woe Help 〈◊〉 and with thy smoother Palm the fury of my Passion Calm Succeeding tears in Billows rise as there were Seas met in my eyes My Sighs united proudly groan as the four Winds combin'd in one Hark how they roar my Sighs
minute is â—n Age to one whose Love in all transcends comparison How is his heart afflicted with the shape of jealous fears when they commit a Rape Upon his Reason and what he admir'd he now suspects his faith almost expir'd Thinks on his former and his present State examines to his own by others Fate Concludes his Mistresse glorious then dispairs with th' thought of his own Indigence and in 's Prayers He weeps to think that other men may be deserving of her favours more then he Minuts produce this what will hours do then and days and weeks oh call that back again That cruell imposition and set free my exil'd Heart 't is ancient liberty And I 'le confess to me thou life do'st give since without thee it is a death to live To Time THou that ev'n from thy infancy natures Surveyour hast been And with a curious searching eye her choicest wares hast seen As she to a perfection grew in strength and skill to frame Thou did'st encrease in judgement to commend her works to fame Tell me for thy Propriety is to discover Truth And not by subtile Sophistry to paint or blemish Youth Did ever Greece or Rome afford a Mistress like to mine Whose breath is Balm whose ev'ry Word 's a Mistery Divine And if the Ages past did ne'r produce her like then we May with the self-same safety swear Her like shall never be A Dialogue between Nature and Art Nature COntend with me Art th' art too bold Am I not Empresse of this Mould The Rose from me its Red receives The Lilly whitenesse Trees their Leaves Am I not Former of all things Who give both birth and life to Kings Art The former true I were to blame Not to confefs't but know I am Reformer and that bears a Name As large in the expanse of Fame What thou in framing Careless wert Is both suppli'd and helpt by Art The Tawny are made fair by me The crooked Streight as Cedar-tree The Pale Cheeks I suppli'd with Red To which thy Rose doth look as dead And not a Creature comes from thee But I can draw more Buxomly Nature By this thou shew'st thou ha'st the fame To imitate but not to frame Canst thou unto the Rose give sent Or breath a Vertuall Ornament In Flours or Fruit or Man or Beast Or yield a vitall to the least If so I 'le yield my self to thee And wee 'l be friends undoubtedly Art First tell me if thou canst preserve What thou do'st frame and do not swerve From Reason Silence renders no Then be not troubled to know I can and by that consequence Ought to have the preheminence For he that can preserve from Death Can without doubt give more than breath The Rose and Lilly I can keep Fresh as in Iune from Death or sleep And if my Pencil fall my Pen Can keep alive the acts of men That life is nothing worth forgot Ev'n shadow like where I am not For I can do more than I 've said By powerfull verse revive the dead Nature Then Art Art Then Nature Both. Let 's oh let 's agree And keep alive Ostella's Memory That wheresoev'r Nature and Art doth Rest Ostella may with Glory be exprest To Ostella upon her saying she wonder'd how one S. B. got into preferment and not I. HE is not worth your Wonder what in Place he is Plusht to the Ears dawb'd o're with Lace His fingers some superfluous Diamonds wear at which the Drawers and the Fidlers Stare His Ladies Chamber Maids perhaps do take upon them much his Love for his Stones sake Ne'r wonder how the slave his Tallent imps let him be damn'd he 's one of Fortunes Pimps To Ostella commending meeknesse of Spirit IT is not safe to be too soft of Spirit a sottish patience hath a Cowards Merit It gives occasion many times to ill and Cruell Natures whose harsh Custome still Seeks not out whom deserves but who will bear the most to wrong the easie hearted Hair It draws on injuries with Pronsethean hearts repell with flames of courage the Minds Darts This is a Maxime we ought all to know he that will bear the weight sha'nt want the Wo All that 's besotted to his fear or ease doth make his Patience prove his worst disease The Swallow MArk Ostella when the Spring hath dissolv'd the frosty King And reseats her self on Earth giving Flow'rs and Plants a Birth When the glorious Sun doth shine full of heat as doth thy eyn When the feather'd Songsters do seem the Princely maid to Woo Then oh then to us will come to our Cottage to our home An amorous guest who will salute you from the chimney top with Flute Like Notes when you least need the same to sing to you 't will be on â—leme But when the tedious Winters night comes on that wants both heat and light And that his pretty musick may with pleasure pass the time away Which else perhaps might sadnesse bring your Guess is hoarse and cannot sing Acquaintance so leaves Men in Misery who did adore him in Prosperity Vpon my Departure GIve me a parting kiss oh why in store kept you this bliss ravish me with oue more Come let my Sighs dry up the Dew doth make thy Roses to look pale thy Lillies quake Into cold fear keep in those tears a while for I have heard Water will Diamonds spoil Seal on my Lips my licence to depart one kiss more and I 'm gone how sweet thou art And leav'st behind such an effectuall power all sweets to thine hereafter will be sour Heaven send us happiness to meet agen my lips will never sweetness taste till then But I must hence Fame calls me to the field Virtue hath set her Standard up the Shield Of Honour 's wav'd at me and I must hence but what on th' sudden doth enlarge my Sense Tells me I need not further go for here Virtue and Honour rest as in their Sphear And may be purchas'd with less danger oh that that alone inflames my Soul to go For Man conceives that Honour slightly bought that 's not through danger and with hazard sought I goe but leave a sadder heart behind than e're thou mad'st it glad by being kind How Reason flies me what brave Act can come into his hands that leaves his heart at home But if Ostella thou wilt give me thine I by my Flames will make it Masculine DAPHNES 1. WHen as the soft wings of the Day had fann'd the Clouds of Night away The early Light did soon discover where lay the Embleme of a Lover 2. On a Banck Grief had made Grey born down with sorrow Daphnes lay His Cheeks like Roses ravished his Lips like Cherries withered 3. Clouds of woe his eyes benight swelling tears entomb their sight Which pursu'd like fleeting rain made each Channel seem a Main 4. The Brooks his Sorrows had drank dry replenisht were from either eye Untill his sighs made up one Flame Malie'd by Fate and parch'd the
same 5. His many Griefs of sense deprive him his weight of Griefs to sense revive him That his troubl'd Soul would force from a Heart of Flint remorse 6. Striving with his Fate he riseth hope of Comfort he despiseth Since that blessed means should joy him was converted to destroy him 7. Quoth he you Pow'rs whose Brest did ne'r know Pitty now Exhaust a tear At your own Cruelty yet give as great a Plague to let me live 8. Not that one minute can revive my Sense or keep my Heart alive Dead to all joy to you I 'le pay my life for th' poor use of one Day 9. Which I will waste as fast as breath to tell a Story e're my Death Shall out live me and be to Swains a sad example thus he plains 10. Before these sad Trees were bereav'd their Virgin-issue and dis-leav'd My Pipe was known to Musick forth Ostella's Beauty and her worth 11. Ostella's she that was the Flame of ev'ry heart whose blessed name As though some Mistery were hid in it rejoic'd each Lamb and Kid 12. Then Apollo did inspire with Phaebean touch my Lyre That Labouring Bees did from my Laies at their work rehearse her Praise 13. Lovely Nut-brown was her hair her forehead full as smooth as fair Her eyes black shot Beams more bright then doth the Empress of the Night 14. When Cupid did intend to stray he made her Cheeks his Rosie way In whose dimples he lay hid 'till by his Power discovered 15. Soft and white as Curds and Cream were her Limbs as rich a Theam As ere Shepheard chose to write Sonnets on to Charm the Night 16. Young and sprightly as the Morn when the Spring doth it adorn Active as the vein of life full of mercy foe to strife 17. Innocence and spotlesse Truth were the Jewels to her Youth That stainlesse Turtles might envy the glory of her Purity 18. Not a Tongue that knew her Name but were Heraulds to her Fame And their Hearts as full of Flame each resolv'd to win the Game 19. 'Mongst those Swains my self was one at the which brake forth a Groan Like the Winds long lockt in Earth cracks the Ribs e'r't can have birth 20. He stood and did erect his sight as though his Soul had ta'ne her flight In that sad Gaole recovering breath he seems the Conquerour of death 21. And then he moans At that blest time I had the glory to be prime My Pastures full my Flock did wear as rich a wool as any bear 22. Harmelesse mirth did Crown the Cell where my Pipe and I did dwell Which invited many a Swain that Ostella hop'd to gain 23. There they tun'd their Reeds by mine Pan's musick ne'r was more Divine Sonnets roundly past the throng still Ostella grac'd my song 24. Such as did that favour see did yet durst not envy me For Love to enjoy his sport had design'd my Cell his Court 25. When we tript it on the Green if Ostella were but seen Not a Shepheard there was Lame danc'd as though from Court he came 26. I that had small Mind to Dance bequeath'd my senses to a Trance Till from the Godhead of her eye my Soul receiv'd its liberty 27. Then with measur'd speed I shew'd what the Swains in duty ow'd To Ostella which poor they with their store could never Pay 28. And then I enter'd to my Bliss My Guerdion was Ostella's kiss Whose strong fires as soon did aw my heart as theirs to softness thaw 29. When I did kiss she kist again as though she would not count in vain Sure Numberless they were and yet we told and did as soon forget 30. Such soft kisses on the Rose gentle Zephirus bestows Nor can th' early sun discover Chaster heat from his fam'd Lover 31. Then in th' language of our eyes we convers'd and did surprize Eithers Heart yet neither could Boast of Conquest if we would 32. When I joy'd she was content When I moan'd she did lament At my sadnesse pin'd away Joylesse of her life a Day 33. When some Crosse had me molested it seiz'd her her Heart arrested Did I look pale the Native red of her fair Cheeks forsook their Bed 34. Nothing that I said or did But Ostella favoured And those favours I did prize more than Vesper Cynthia's eyes 35. Were I sick she lost her health my Hearts welfare was her wealth And my pain her pain increas'd as mine did so hers decreas'd 36. Thus like Twins whose lives sad Date doth depend on eithers Fate We did live as from one breath we deriv'd our lives our Death 37. Joys we had ev'n such as made us boast belief they could not fade Pleasures Phoenix like did waste still renewed by our taste 38. Turtles never could rejoice more in one anothers Choice Palms so prosper when together sunder'd they decay and wither 39. Such my wounded heart receiv'd so did hers when as deceiv'd By th' credulity we had of our Fate grown too too bad 40. Oh'tis dangerous to trust to smiling fortune shee 's unjust For the end she seldome shapes like th' beginning with her Rapes 41. When she flatters she intends to destroy and hath her ends When she threatens we have lesse cause to fear arm'd 'gainst distresse 42. Deep security we know doth turn tail and overthrow Joys uncertain as our States Ours they are not but our Fates 43. This experience I too late bought and at too dear a rate Yet the sweetnes that I did reap made me deem their price to cheap 44. We foresaw no Pendent Storm o're our heads to Menace harm But we were of our delight confident as day of light 45. But oh Fortune that e're while blest our union with a smile Clouds her Brow and with the noise of shrill war severs our Ioys 46. Peacefull Tempe is become deaf with th' jarring Fife and Drum Blood doth stein her snowy Brest to our cares hope gives no rest 47. Ruine doth pursue our Stocks slaughter seizeth on our Flocks Plenty suffers with increase banishment cause friends to peace 48. ' Stead of Pans soft laies our Ears are inchanted with our fears And the surly Cannon knels sadder farewels than our Bels 49. Not a Bird dare keep her bough nor a He ifer guide the Plough Nor a Lasse to daunce or run all their dancing dayes are done 50. Thus our Tempe chang'd is quite such pow'r hath Envy o're Delight And so sad a place is made As where Sun ne'r blest with shade 51. All our sports are spoil'd and he now 's the onely Man dares dy He that friezeth to the Earth he whose scars give life a birth 52. He that will not flinch his ground till all 's body be one wound He He 's the Man that shall out live his Fate and to Time Trophies give 53. This is that which makes the mind of man as vent'rous as the wind Honour glorifies that breath that her Champion is in death 54. Return'd with Conquest is