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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A29982	Poems on several occasions by the Duke of Buckingham, The late Lord Rochester, Sir John Denham, Sir George Etheridge, Andrew Marvel, Esq., the famous Spencer, Madam Behn, and several other poets of this age.	Etherege, George, Sir, 1635?-1691.; Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.; Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687.; Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.; Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680.; Spenser, Edmund, 1552?-1599.; Marvell, Andrew, 1621-1678.	1696 (1696)	Wing B5318; ESTC R29910	38,792	192

cheat These pious Frauds too slight t' inslave the Brave Are proper Arts the long-ear'd Rout t' enslave Bribe hungry Priests to deifie your Might To teach your Will the only rule of Right And sound Damnation to those dare deny 't The Heavens design 'gainst Heaven you should turn Then they will fear those Powers they once did scorn When all the nobler Int'rest in Mankind By Hirelings sold to you shall be resign'd And by Impostures God and Man betray'd The Church and State you safely may invade So boundless Lewis in full Glory shines Whilst your starv'd Power in legal Fetters pines Shake off those Baby-bands from your strong Arms Henceforth be deaf to the old Witches Charms Tast the Delicious Sweets of SOVERAIGN POWER 'T is Royal Game whole Kingdoms to devour Three spotless Virgins to your Bed I ll bring A Sacrifice to you their God and King As these grow stale we 'll harasse humane Kind Rack Nature till new Pleasures she shall find Strong as your Raign beauteous as your Mind When she had spoke a confus'd murmur rose Of French Scotch Irish all my mortal Foes Some English too disguis'd with shame I spy'd Brought up by that vile Son-in-Law of H With fury drunk like Bachanals they roar Down with Magna Charta that common Whore With joynt consent on helpless me they flew And from my Charles to a base Goal me drew My reverend Age expos'd to Scorn and Shame To Boys and Bawds they made me publick Game Frequent Addresses to my Charles I send And my sad Fate unto his care command But his great Soul transform'd by the French Dame Had lost all Sense of Honour Justice Fame And like tam'd Spinster in Seraglio sits Besieg'd by Whores Buffoons and Bastard Chits Lull'd in security rowling in his Lust Resigns his Crown to Angel Querouels trust Mask'd Iames the Irish Pagods doth adore His Cheiftaine Teague commands on Sea and Shoar Thus the State 's night-mar'd by this Hellish Rout And none are left these Furies to cast out Oh! Vindex come and purge this poyson'd State Descend descend e're the Cure grow desperate Rawleigh Once more Great Queen thy Darling strive to save Snatch him again from Scandal and the Grave Present to 's Thoughts his long-scorn'd Parliament The Basis of his Throne and Government In his deaf Ears sound his dead Father's Name Perhaps that Spell may's erring Soul reclaim Who knows what good Effects from thence may spring 'T is Godlike Good to save a falling King Britannia Rawleigh no more so long in vain l 've try'd The S from the Tyrant to divide As easily learned Virtuoso's may With Dog's Blood his gentle Kind convey Into the Wolf and make him Guardian turn To the Bleating Flock by him so lately torn If this Imperial Isle once taint the Blood It 's by no powerful Antidote withstood Tyrants like Leprous Kings for public weal Must be immur'd least their Contagion steal Over the whole those left of Iesse's Line To this firm Law their Scepter did resign Shall then this base Tyrannic Brood evade Eternal Laws by God and Mankind made To the Serene Venetian State I 'll go From her sage Mouth fam'd Principles to know With her I Will the Antients wisdom read And teach my People in their steps to tread By this grand Pattern such a State I 'll frame Shall darken Story and ingross lov'd Fame Till then my Rawleigh teach our noble Youth To love Sobriety and holy Truth Watch and preside thou o'er their tender age Lest Court Corruptions should their Souls engage Tell them how Arts and Arms in thy young days Employ'd the Youth nor Tavern Stews and Plays Tell them the generous Scorn they ought to owe To Flattery Pimping and a gaudy Show Teach them to scorn a mean tho' Lordly Name Procur'd by Lust by Treachery and Shame Make them admire the Sidneys Talbots Veres Drakes Cavendish Baker Men void of slavish Fears True Sons of Glory Pillars of the State On whose fam'd Deeds all Tongues all Writers wait When with fresh Ardour their brave Breasts do burn Back to my dearest Country I 'll return Tarquin's just judge and Caesar's equal Peers With me I 'll bring to dry my Peoples Tears Publicola with healing Wings shall pour Balms in their wounds and fleeting Life restore Greek Arts and Roman Arms in her conjoyn'd Shall England raise relieve oppress'd Mankind So days bright Sun th' infected Globe did free From noxious Monster Hell-born Tyranny So shall my England in a holy War In Triumph lead chain'd Tyrants from afar Her true Crusado's shall at last pull down The Turkish Cressant and the Persian Crown Freed by thy Labours fortunate bless'd Isle The Earth shall rest the Heaven shall on us smile And this kind secret for Reward shall give No Poysonous Monarch on thy Earth shall live The Loyal SCOT by Cleveland ' s Ghost Being a Recantation of his former Satyr Intituled The Rebel Scot. By Andrew Marvel Esq OF the old Heroes when the Warlike Shades Saw Douglas marching thro' the Elysian Glades They straight consulting gather'd in a Ring Which of their Poets should his Welcome sing And as a favourable Penance chose Cleveland on whom they would that Task impose He understands but willingly addrest His ready Muse to court their welcome Guest Much had he cur'd the tumor of his Vein He judg'd more clearly now and saw more plain For those soft Airs had temper'd every Thought And of wise Lethe he had took a Draught Abruptly he began disguising Art As of his Satyr this had been a Part. Not so brave Douglas on whose lovely Chin The early down but newly does begin And modest Beauty yet his Sex did veil While envious Virgins hope he is a Male. His shady Locks turn back themselves to seek Nor other Courtship know but to his Cheek Oft as he in Chill Eske or Sien by Night Heard'ned with cold those Limbs so soft so white Amongst the Reeds to be espy'd by him The Nymphs would rustle he would forward swim They sigh'd and said Fond Boy why so untame That fly'st Love's Fire reserv'd for other Flame First on his Ship he fac'd that horrid Day And wondred much at those that ran away Nor other Fear himself could comprehend Than lest Heav'n fall ere thither he ascend But entertains the while his time so short With birding at the Dutch as if in Sport Or waves his Sword and could he them conjure Within its Circle knows himself secure The fatal Barque him Boards with grapling Fire And safely thro' the Port the Dutch retire That precious Life he yet disdains to save Or with known Art to try the gentle Wave Much him the Honours of his ancient Race Inspire nor would he his own Deeds deface And secret Joy in his calm Soul doth rise That Monk looks on to see how Douglas dies Like a glad Lover the fierce Flame he meets And tries his first Embraces in their Sheets His Shape exact which the