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A90377	Poems written by the Right Honorable William earl of Pembroke, lord steward of his Majesties houshold. Whereof many of which are answered by way of repartee, by Sr Benjamin Ruddier, knight. With several distinct poems, written by them occasionally, and apart.	Herbert, William, Sir, 1507-1570.; Rudyerd, Benjamin, Sir, 1572-1658.	1660 (1660)	Wing P1128; Thomason E1924_3; ESTC R209979	37,130	127

Husband Love for VVife had meant I streight to be at peace had given consent Not thought it strange but should been well apaid That Reason now had marryed her Hand-maid In hope that she in duty for that honor VVhich he in grace had thus bestow'd upon her VVould strive by all obedience to appear More lovely in his eyes and still more clear Thus having made it safe That every way Love must as a servant or as a wife obey I here might rest against Truth's brazen wall And not regard the drops which on it fall Yet will I wipe away as they do lye Some spots which you have dasht in passing by And first That Love doth hurt and overthrow Doth him no Master make but Monster show A Master's strength preserves a Monsters spoyles It is the use that Force from Vice assoyles Strange things of wars and stratagems you tell And little business with great words doth swell What helps 'twixt truth and me this grave formality Love is a sneaking corner-seeking quality Which hates the light chuseth false times shapes To make his drifts to cover his escapes And when he is discryed his vizard torn He proves a lucky jest a fertile scorn Love sends rot me nor need I vainly go To fetch the meanings which I alwayes know Her single heart is one and one to me Dares shew it self it is so clean so free From thence such warrant have I of her smiles That I mistrust them not for glittering wiles But know when the deep channel of her heart With joy is over-fill'd it doth impart Some to the banks and flows into her face Which leavs thereon a fresh and springing grace Her frowns I know not what nor that they are When Reason rules Love feasts on no such fare Tasts nought but what is pure and truly sweet Then bodies do but bring the souls to meet VVho light shines through and all within discovers No thought lies hid 'twixt such beloved Lovers Sly reservations shuffling excuses Minced favours made frowns welcom abuses Lose then their use and have at all no place When Love is Master they have onely grace A Proverbs proof is not so soon put off By slight neglect or by a mighty scoff Whose truth his life hath hitherto maintain'd And through so many ages credit gain'd They are the Quintessence of Truths extract From vulgar use and of such strength compact That they have liv'd indeed in living men Since many volumns writ by mortal pen Are dead and gone and more to ruine tend Whilst these from Sire to Son do still descend Nor needs it as a fault be here excus'd That I exprest a Nature most confus'd In terms so like it self for Love once gone From Reason hath no hold to rest upon But our unseas'ned flesh you rather blame Which unto me doth just appear the same As if you should condemn the Mice not Swine VVho love to wallow there and think it fine Likewise the friendship which such love doth breed Doth end in hate both of themselvs and deed VVhen ever you can Love to Reason marry I will not from that happy wedding tarry So that you sex them right by natures law But yield them all the service fear and awe VVhich unto such a King and Queen belong VVhose force will so united grow more strong I mean not to deny had rather cure The pangs your heart infected doth endure And for Love's scorching fits I fear them nor Reason or Love shall be my antidote But not to love then scorn in love is worse This baseness is to man the greatest curse A scorn no being hath cannot proceed From an inferior in word or deed How can we so unman our selves and fall Beneath that creature which was made of all Next under us to be more evident Who stands as he was born cannot consent Bad usage soon would force my heart to turn And made the fire of Love to anger burr But you do all so willingly abide As that your ease would be the sicker side A small reward will you contentment give When but a Phoenix death you wish to live Where may you burn in flames both short sweet Thus since our wills will not our Prayers meet P. MEn sad and setled love not to contend Dispute my wounds may vex but never mend If Love had pleas'd I might have tasted joy In as full measure as I prove annoy But Princes shew on some their Power their Grace On some and both without controul do place Me for the first O me Love kept in store When to that cruel Fair he gave me o're In whom all worth so eminent appears As her disdain the style of justice bears And thus with me Love plaid a Master-part When with one choice he hurt pleas'd my heart For then I am let me more wretched prove If her howe're unkind I leave to love Thus to be fond of scorn you sickness call In truth 't is I to love my Lord am thrall 'T is he that makes me find these wonders true And he may work the same as well in you For even in your sound health I find this strife Love late was Reasons Lackey now his wife But to conclude debate whilst you are free You may make Love even what you list to be As those that will describe an unknown Land Place Cities Rivers Hills where none do stand Even so you deal with Love and streight will know How far he shoots that never felt his bow One day you may and then confess with me You love his Fetrers more then to be free R. NOr will I now your wound exulcerate But rather grieve at your deplor'd estate Yet must I not my self so much forsake As not to shew wherein you me mistake For Peace and you I was content to find How Love and Reason might be near combin'd But not their natures alter or confound Nor I remove at all from my first ground Of due obedience which just Love doth owe To Reason thought it should to highest grow 'T was not well done of you thus to object That which I did for you in your respect Beside your argument is drawn amiss From that which may be unto that which is I did not Love for Reasons wife avow But onely gave it possible and how That I am dis-engag'd untoucht and free Makes me of Love the fitter judge to be Self-interest doth so corrupt and blind The clearness quite and sadness of the mind That Justice still to it hath born a grudge Nor Law allows a party to be Judge In what we earnest are our selves we leese A loo●er on more then a gamester sees To say my heart was maym'd in Cupid's Wars And pitty begg by shewing of my skars Or tell what losses I have had by fire Doth sure a weaker heart then mine require Yet have I lov'd and may do so again A strong lynk I have been in that fair chain Which you a fetter call and rightly too But

VVars Love diversly proceeds Sometime by force sometime by sleight he speeds VVhen he will force then arms he his to fight In strength of merit riches of delight But when by stratagems he means surprise His men in forms more mean he will disguise Not bearing to the forms themselves respect But careful to avoid his foes suspect And when as this with jests their wits are worn Do Lovers or the Laughers bear the scorn But O! how finely with your self you play VVhen with this quick conceit you run away That you make love to Lacky up and down To fetch the meaning of a smile or frown Alas in these slight Errand he sends you VVherein your Powers trudge as if they flew Making the least which to his pleasure tends A thing wherein your weal or wo depends Nor Plots he to dissolve by feign'd delight Over the Senses Reasons Sovereign right But Reason finding Love to rule more fit She doth that Government to him commit And so 'twixt these there is no factious strife Love here the husband is Reason the wife Not grudging at her husband's active sway But thinks she rules so just laws to obey And Love this title high thus got may keep A thred-bare Proverb cannot make him creep And for that rabble of confused Names VVhich to Love's charge you lay as bitter blames They touch not him he in himself divine To falshood nor to weakness can encline If not disfigured by our fleshly mask As VVine corrupted by a faulty eask He is no Mountebanck his wares do reach Beyond the setting forth of any speech Nor Alchimist but that Elixar old Which turns Lust's Mercury to friendship's Gold And so the rest wherewith you stain his Name Will turn considered rightly to his fame I do not sever Love from Reason's law But say that they in one sweet yoak do draw Nor let your wit dissention strive to make VVhen they in joynt command such pleasure take As for the joys which from these join'd do flow To be beyond expression I do know So may they fall on you from Love's large hand If to this Love you do not Rebel stand And we in one Opinion shall agree If both to both may fellow-servants be For me if Skeptick like you will dispute And what I feel in heart with words refute Go on and laugh at Loves commanding fire Till you cannot your scorched self retire My Curse a Blessing was your Prayer a Curse For not to love then scorn in love is worse O let sighs prodigally spend my breath My sufferings doubled be until my death So but in one kind look they her engage One hour so liv'd is longer then an age R. NOt like a Skeptick equally distract Nor like a Sophister of sleights compact Nor to vie Wit a vanity of youth Nor for the love of Victory but Truth The lists again I enter bold assur'd Within my Causes right strongly immur'd Man unto man both Text and Comment is They that best read this Character of his His body and they that most understand The sence thereof his soul do both command This as a firme rule infallibly true Not to be chang'd for one more weak more new That Reason holds the head and highest part The Affections lower are placed in the heart To shew that they must serve and still obay Reason must Ruler be and bear the sway From this pure fountain see how pure the streams Do run from this bright Sun how fair the beams Anger w●●lst he a servant true persisteth Whetteth mild just●ce sword Valour assisteth But when his power to himself he taketh He nought but brauls wars slaughters maketh Furthereth revenge injustice wrong and hate Nothing but blood his fury can abate And that but for a while for hot and dry He thirsteth oft as oft for blood doth cry And so of all the affections of the mind VVhen them wee do in due obedience find Great helpes they are and ministers of good But else to vice a fierce and headlong brood VVhat priviledge beyond the rest hath Love Shew his exemption and his freedom prove Is he no Affection then is he worse A Passion the bodies waster minds curse As long as he to Reason yields subjection He is the best and principall affection Effects most good the cement band and tye Of humane fellowship wherein doth lye All the dear comforts which makes life a life VVithout whose influence nothing but strife VVould bring us together or we should live Stragling alone and no account could give That e're we had been here with us would die Summ'd in our deaths life of posterity VVhen best things are corrupt they most are so Love once defected doth most Traitor grow And works 'gainst Reason with more violence Then all the rest and with more smooth pretence I need not here repeat will not enlarge His faults I lothly take 'gainst Love that charge I onely say that Reason is his King And Love at highest is his underling You do confess or truth doth it extort That Reason sovereign is in dearest sort Committing unto Love the senses state VVhich shews Love's Power is but subordinate But then again where you would end the strife Making Love the Husband Reason the Wife You begin anew Error hath no stay Runs infinitely on but not one way Crosseth it self findeth no resting place Appeareth alwaies with another face Increaseth faster and doth multiply Beyond the breed of any spawned fry Truth is still one it 's one center and end Still like it self and to it self a friend VVho gave the soul's Abstract Intelligences Bodies and Sex nearer to bring the senses Acquainted with them and their high enjoy Made love a lasting and perpetual Boy Still in minority never of age Because to govern he is most unfit By Non-age fair excuse they him acquit Nature's best observers the wise Egyptians In their abstruse and mystical descriptions Did of each Element two Sexes frame Which yet for Marriage sake had but one name Of Fire the Mast'ring heat they made the Male The Female what was flaming weak and pale Of Ayr the Man was active busling wind The rainy weeping Clouds of Woman-kind The deep and boundless Sea was Masculine The shallow slender Rivers Feminine Of Earth the constant Rocky part was he The gentle yeilding tilled vein a she So in the Soul Understanding and Will Betwixt themselves hold such proportion still As Male and Female He strongly imprints Upon her easiness she never stints But streight pursues with ready inclination Or quickly shuns with shrinking aversation As is the object he begets on her So her desires do duly move and stir What else is reason to be more exact But the redoubled and reflected act Of Understanding what th' affections But the agitations and ejections Of Will where love is one as all may see To Reason born a servant by degree If you in ought conformity had held With Natures course and not 'gainst all rebell'd But Reason

Lawrel grace An Embleme of Loves glory his disgrace Shall he I say be term'd a Foot-boy now That made all powers in heaven and earth to bow Or is 't a fancy which themselves do frame And therefore dare baptize by any name A flaming straw which one spark kindles bright And first hard breath out of it self doth fright Whose father was a smile and death a frown Soon proud of little and for less cast down 'T is so and this a Lackey term you may For it runs oft and makes but shortest stay But thou O Love free from times eating rust That set'st a limit unto boundless Lust Making desire grow infinitely strong And yet to one chast subject doth belong Bridling self-self-love that flatters us in ease Quickning our wits to strive that they may please Fixing the wandring thoughts of straying youth The firmest band of Faith the knot of Truth Thou that didst never lodge in worthless heart Thou art a Master wheresoe're thou art Thou mak'st food loathsome sleep to be unrest Lost labour easeful scornful looks a feast And when thou wilt thy joies as far excell All else as when thou punishest thy Hell O make that Rebel feel thy matchless power Thou that mad'st Jove a Bull a Swan a Shower Give him a love as tyrannous as fair That his desire go yoaked with despair Live in her eies but in her frozen heart Let no thaw come that may have sence of smart Let her a constant silence never break Till he do wish repulse to hear her speak And last such sence of error let him have As he may never dare for mercy crave Then none wil more capitulate with thee But of their hearts will yield the Empire free R. NO praise it is that him who Python slew Love at his own try'd weapon did subdue To all clear minds it doth most clearly prove The greatest Monster of the two was Love O What a wretched power is tha● and strange To be invok't which hath such power to change Our heavenly part into a Beast a Tree Things which sensual still or sensless be He that so well is read in Loves brave story And is so jealous of his wayning glory How could he omit like a young beginner Hercule the strong Loves valiant Spinner But what boots it his famous acts to name When in them lyes concea'ld his greater shame For this declares that at his cheapest rate He alwayes makes a man effeminate And whosoever Loves he down doth bring From that he was into some meaner thing Shews him ridiculous to standers by And quite bereaves him of perceiving why N●w why should Love a Foot-boys place despise When higher then the Earth he doth not rise And I have often seen his Greatness trudge In little Errands like a worthless Drudge I will send him at any time a mile To fetch me thence the meaning of a smile A look a not-look a silence a frown For Privatives hee 'l lacky up and down Yet let no man believe what he doth say Fa●se answers still he coyneth by the way 'T is well if he this title high can keep For where love cannot go 't is known hee 'l creep And fit it is the Rule which he hath got From Reason by a base usurping P●ot By under-means should likewise be maintain'd Power evermore is held as it is gain'd Base Love the stain of Youth the scorn of Age The folly of a Man a Womans rage Order's Consounder Secret's light discloser Disturber of all sorts a King's deposer The canker of a froward Wit thou art The business of an idle empty heart The rack of jealousie and sad Mistrust The smooth and justifi'd Excuse of Lust The thief which wasts the taper of our life The quiet Name of restless jarres and strife The F●ye which doth corrupt and quite distast All happiness if thou therein becast The greatest and the most conceal'd Imposter That ever vain Credulity did foster A Mountebank extolling trifles small A jugler playing loose not fast with all An Alchimist whose Promises are Gold Payment but Dross and Hope at highest sold This this is Love and worse then I can say Where he a Master is and bears the sway He guides like Phaeton burns and destroys Parches and stifles what else would be joys But when clear Reason sitteth in the throne Governs his beams which otherwise are none But darts and mischief then sun like he Doth actuate produce ripen and free From grossness those good seeds which in us lye Till then as in a grave and there would dye All high Perfections in a perfect Lover His warmth doth cherish and his light discover He gives an even temper of delight Without a minutes loss no fears affright Nor interrupt the joyes such love doth bring Nor no enjoying can dry up the spring Unto another he lends out our pleasure That with the use it may come home a treasure Pure lynk of bodies where no lust controuls The fatness and security of souls Sweetest path of life Virtue in full sail Fresh budding hope whose fruit doth never fail To this dear Love I do not Rebel stand Though not employed yet ready at command But as for him who in his fit did curse And rave at me I cannot wish him worse Then he already doth appear to bee Full of distemper in extream degree In this hard state he rather needeth prayer His strong deluded fancy to repair Wherefore O Reason high thou who art King Of the worlds King and dost in order bring The wilde affections which so often swerve From thy just Rule and Rebell Passion serve Thou without whose light Loves fire is smoke Puts out eyes and mind all true sense doth choke Restore this man unto himself again Send him a lively feeling of his pain Give him a healthy and discerning taste Of food and rest that he may rise at last By strength of thee from this strange strong Disease Wherein the danger is that it doth please What help for him who takes his sickness part It must be only thy great work and art Provide him also of thy sober hand A thrifty course of breath which long may stand Least he in sighes do prodigally spend Before one loving Moon do change and end More then would find him life for many years If he were rid of these false-seeming fears Grant this O Reason at his deep request Who never lov'd to see thy power supprest And now to you Sir Love your love I crave Of you no Mast'ry I desire to have But that we may like honest friends agree Let us to Reason fellow-servants be P. IT is enough a Master you grant Love At one weapon 't was all I sought to prove For worth not weakness makes him use but one While that subdues all strength all Are alone I studied not examples in this kind They were far harder to avoid then find And that to worthless forms Love changeth us Makes not him blush not his ridiculous For in his