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Poems on several occasions being the result of idle hours, to please the desire of some friends / written by J.T. Esq.
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healing Plaister to this Sore That it may not fester so any more Wherefore let us his mighty aid implore Who of an ireful Foe can make a Friend And to all present Discords set an end In return to an Ode of Horace sent by J. H. SIR YOur Dame doth English it so well Altho by birth a Roman That plainly the Truth for to tell She can be outdone by no Man I 've oft invok'd the Nine in vain For they 'le not mend my Verse or strain Yet Sir to you that have the skill Of learned Tongues for to commend A modern Wit deserves your Quill Which unto you I recommend A Woman of the British Race Whose Glories time will ne'er deface She doth all our vain Sex exceed In the lustre of her Soul and Face And in her matchless Pen indeed Our manly Fancies must give place Man may strive to be head in vain Orinda sure hath all the Brain Vice and Flattery she did scorn Which we all ought for to despise Love and Honour did her Mind adorn In which she was most truly wise Friendship 's congenial to her Soul And was in every part the whole But why do I my Candle light In presence of the sparkling Sun So many Men have done her right Mine had better been left undone Her own Works praise her in the gate Mine comes unseasonable and late Her Memory time can't deface Altho her Corps be turn'd to Dust She being adorn'd with every Grace Dwells now amongst the Good and Just Let Angel's Anthems be her Praise And here let Laureats crown her Bays On the Lady P. COme all you Sacred Nine assist my Pen Or rather all pious and virtuous Men Here see a Woman out-strip humane Race In Virtue Piety and each good Grace Who being wrapt with Thonghts of Eternity Studied not how to live but how to dye Her Charity and Mercy did excell It would seem Hiperbole the truth to tell Her Life was led according to God's Word He that gives to the poor lends to the Lord. She having given unto the Poor most of her wealth Heaven's endless Treasures everlasting Health Are her great Portion and just reward With the fruition of our blessed Lord. Love Verses All over Love LOve walks the pleasant Arbour of her Hair From thence he creeps unto her listning Ear Then basking on her white and rosie Cheeks A thousand charming pleasures there he seeks Then gazing on the Planet of her Eye Where the dancing baby he doth spy Which must the Fate of her sad Lovers try Then on her Nose the joyful lovers Bliss Because it intercepts no coming Kiss Love on her balmy lips would ever sit But that he creeps between to see her wit Where could hang on the Musick of her Song And never think the charming hours too long But dancing as tho' Tarantula stong He skips from thence unto her Snowy breast Where he would fain but cannot be at rest Till he centers in the place he likes best In which sweet Grove he could for ever stay Melting in the sweets of Amorous play And never think on Night nor wish it day On Absence IT seems Ten Winters since thy Face I saw By the righteous Gospel and the Law I wake all Night and dream all Day My hairs are almost all turn'd Gray Then come dear Barber thy kind Art approve And Trim me quickly of my o're-grown Love Incureable I Try'd Cowleys Receipt to cure my Love But all did useless and insipid prove Books Business Prayers Sermons Wine and Mirth With all the gayeties of the dull Earth My Love forgive me I try'd new desire But that still added fuel to the fire And like ill Conscience did vex me more That I should any thing but thee adore Thy Image is so fixt within my heart It admits the cure of no other art What then remains most beautiful and fair But that I lye groveling in black despair Only the Center of happiness can cure The pains that Lovers and the damn'd indure Resolved to Love THE greatest Pleasure underneath the Sun Is for to love until short Life be done The bounteous Garden or spacious Field Doth not half the pleasing Contentment yeild As doth the Fair and most beauteous She Which is all the whole charming World to me Let Pomp Ambition or an empty Name Inslave Mankind and set the World on Flame My Love is much more pleasing to me far Than Fame or sounding Titles got by War Or than the Riches of the jangling Bar. Then Love I will my only charming Dear Not for a Day a Week or for a Year But still for ever unto the last end Like a true Lover and a constant Friend That Love which ended never did begin 'T is like the taint of Original Sin Which still Eternal Love doth wash away Altho' still renewed every Day Then imitate I will the Prince of Peace Whose flowing Love to Man will never cease On the Sickness and Recovery of Cosmelia CRuel Disease To seek thy thirst t' asswage With conquering Beauty and with blooming Age And with thy reeking Malice her perplex The mirror and the wonder of her Sex Methinks some Beldame whom Age had frozen For a sit Victim thou should'st have chosen Where more successful thou might'st have proved And not have grieved her by all Men lov'd But thy invenom'd and malign intent An higher Power did timely prevent And hath Reprieved her for to dispense On her All-universal Influence Of Love and true Friendship great Natures tyes Which linketh Heaven with the Earth and Skyes Go on blest Soul in Friendship and Love And always imitate the gall-less Dove Till ravish'd with happiness of God above An Epithalamium Mad. Amy. H. MAtchless Estate by God himself contriv'd Had not fond Man his happiness surviv'd Seeking to live he became short liv'd Happy'st condition of Haman Race If our Nature be improved by Grace Which dost exact and lively represent Christ's Love and Friendship and his blest intent Unto his dear Spouse the Church which he will For ever love and bless if she fulfil His righteous Commands which are most pure From Age to Age she always shall endure Go on blest Pair and imitate the love Of Christ the spotless and the gall-less Dove Untill exalted with the blest above To sing Alelujah's your Masters praise Never measuring Time by Night or Days But be enlight'ned by his glorious Rays May both be crowned with immortal Bays That the Poet may fitly compleat ye Be always mindful of the word Amete And the God of Love and Mercy Salvete On Cosmelia PArtial Nature who didest dispense On one so large and great an Insluence As to attract all Eyes and longing Hearts In spite of all the most powerful Arts. Thou didest all thy fair Cosmeticks use Poor Mankind to insnare and to amuse To make a Work of fuller perfection Exceeding all Beauty and Complection To remain the censuring Worlds wonder Whose Fame is louder then roaring Thunder For never was
POEMS ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS Being the Result of Idle HOURS To please the Desire of some FRIENDS Written by J. T. Esq A Jove Principium LONDON Printed in the Year MDCC TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE Sir ROBERT SOVTHWELL The AUTHOR wisheth all Present and Future Happyness SIR THE manifold undeserved Favours I have received from your Hands being altogether a Stranger to you have laid an eternal Obligation on me And I being uncapable of making any return of Gratitude at so great a Distance besides the acknowledgement of Your Courtesies I have made bold to present you with the Perusul of a few Essays of a dull Fancy and my idle Hours The Subjects treated on tho' not handled with that Judgment and Fancy that an abler Pen would have done however some of them may serve to intimate that true Office of a Friend which is to mind the eternal good of his Friend Which unquestionably Sir is the utmost bent of Your Thoughts However I do hope Sir you will set a good Construction on this presumption of Mine and axcept of these as a faint Acknowledgment of Your unmerited Favours from him who will ever remain SIR Your Real and Faithful Friend and Servant I. T. This Book of Poems lent to J. W and return'd with these following Lines GO Learned Muse go back to him again Whose Verse is Witty Grave Jacose and plain If I could Feast thee with becoming Chear Thou should'st be welcome and stay longer here But tell thy Master tho' I cannot send The like to him yet I can his commend Thou art an Eden grac'd with many a Bower A Bee extracting Honey from each Flower Arm'd with a Sting yet careful to offend None but the Atheist who is no Man's Friend Whom yet thou dost not take delight to Wound But only search his Sore to make him Sound Brisk as a Rural Nymph and all as Fair In desent Garbs thy Trops and Figures are In thee the Graces naked I espy But nought offensive to a Virgins Eye Nought like the Geer our mincing Females show In the Belcony of their staring Brow But what all Love and Covet Tooth and Nail Like a fair Beauty cover'd with a Veil Obscenity if I the Truth can hit Is but the Flyblow of a rotten Wit The Foreskin of a Fancy rude and base To its own Shame cast in the Readers Face The Inwards of a Pockyfied Thought Vp thro' the Mouth by Salivation brought Civility inverted and the A se Of Poesie turned up in leprous Verse To such vile Stuff their Muse who prostitute Are Runagado's to their own repute But thy Euterpe taketh care to hush What e're might tempt a modest Face to blush Dear Sir keep on as nobly you begin To hate low Vice and lash unmanly Sin How precious is good Husbandry of Time When Vertue is the Poets Anti-Rhyme When he delights to sow a gallant Strife Between his Pen and emulating Life I 'le be your Pupil Sir and strive to Chuse Each blessed Vertue praised by your Muse If she commend the Meek and Gall-less Dove I 'le fly to meet her on the Wings of Love If pure Affections in a body Chast To clasp her Beauty I will run as fast If Justice Mercy Temperance my Soul With hers Cemented shall compose one Whole How blessed is that Musick when two Parts Strike Concord in an Vnison of Hearts 'T is Heaven below to do like those above And Hell on Earth in foretast not to Love Truth Sung in Anthems is the Angels Food And to forget ill turns a God-like Good But why does my dry Muse thus toyl in vain This Subject better suites your richer Strain Yet when we meet within those blest abodes Which Poets stile the Palace of their Gods When the great Judge shall come to punish that Which guilty Felix hearing trembled at 'T will add one Gem the more to your bright Crown If any Grace you teach be made my own To me no less Addition will accrew If 1 in ought that 's brave can pleasure you When each to others Soul is a Divine Both like the Stars in Heaven clear will Shine POEMS ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS c. The Character of a Theist OF Mankinds several Inquisitions Divines Statists or Polititians Lawyers Astronomers Physicians He 's the Philosopher that truly can Find the Original and End of Man When he doth Causes most truly Consult And searcheth into Mistery's most occult Shall find that this is the truest result That some first Cause of all Things there must be And who but the great God alone is he Primary supernatural Being Who did make All-Hearing and All-Seeing And gave to All their created Being With Intellects suitable to his own That they his Omnipotence all should own And dread his Power by whom the Angels fell From their exalted State as low as Hell And by their Example learn to Control Th' inordinate Appetites of the Soul And strive to practice that pure Law Divine Which blessed God on Mount Sinai made shine With that most pure and perfect Law of Love Which that spotless Gall-less glorious Dove Reveal'd on Earth as 't is in Hea'vn above He scorns for this World's Profit or Pleasure To quit so Inestimable a Treasure For being truly written in his Heart From it he never will swerve or depart Till he comes to that happy blessed Place Where ravishing Glory shall swallow up Grace Thus the Character of the Theist ends The happiest of Mortals best of Friends The Character of an Atheist OF all Dissemblers Villaines and of Rogues That ever wore Goloshoos Boots or Brogues Th' Endellion Devil bears the mark alone The greatest Villain made of Flesh and Bone Malice and Envy and all Sin beside Most of all Lust Covetousness and Pride Do still perplex and agitate his Soul Which empty is of what should it controul Honesty Friendship and Marriage Ties Are look'd on by him but as Fooleries Fit only to hinder all Native Liberties Who is always Plotting Deceit and Guile When he intends to kill begins to Smile The truest Embleme of the Crocodile This cunning Serpent so like the Devil Designing nought but Mischief and Evil When fairest shoes he makes and most pretence 'T is but on purpose to delude the Sense Which when he'th seduc'd and caus'd to believe He designs more Mischief than Satan did to Eve O mighty Atheist with thee there 's no dispute Deceit 's thy Essence Cunning thy Attribute Interest is thy God if thou hast any But I do fear that is but one of many For Heathens use to Worship more than one they say But thou hast not learn'd to any how to pray To Decypher thee rightly if that I cou'd A White Witch full of Evil yet thought good For when thou 'st a mind to do any Evil Thou appearest an Angel as did the Devil Whose deluding Subtilties Frauds and Deceits Thou imitatests so well with all his Cheats Thou lackest nothing but his Badge the Teats But thy Description all Verse doth