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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59751	Poems and translations amorous, lusory, morall, divine [collected and translated] by Edvvard Sherburne ...	Sherburne, Edward, Sir, 1618-1702.; Preti, Girolamo, 1582-1626. Salmace. English.; Saint-Amant, Marc Antoine Gérard, sieur de, 1594-1661. Metamorphose de Lyrian et de Sylvie. English.; Marino, Giambattista, 1569-1625. Lidia abbandonata. English.; Colluthus, of Lycopolis. Rape of Helen. English.	1651 (1651)	Wing S3222A; ESTC R1186	66,746	182

her feet doth slip In Gems and Gold lesse rich than Workmanship Now in a carelesse Dress she goes her Hair Spred 'bout her shoulders and her Ankles bare And gathering Flowers not all alike doth pick But such alone doth in her Bosome stick Whose leaves or Milk or Scarlet does invest To suit in Colour with her Lip and Brest And if a Flower she pull strait from its Root Another rises up to kisse her Foot Thus whether more she take or give none knows Whilst her Hand gathers what her Foot bestows By chance she then was gathering Flowers when she The Son of Venus spi'd and Mercury On whose bright Looks her wanton Eyes she bent With which her longing Thoughts mov'd with Consent VVhil'st both her Sight and Thoughts by seeing bred VVith pleasure on so sweet an Object fed But she sucks in Loves poyson with desire VVhich through her Eyes glides like a stream of fire Into her Brest where with Aetnaean VVaves Firing her Heart the scalding Torrent raves And now she forward goes like a bold Lover Her flames to him that caus'd them to discover But coming neer she saw in 's eyes there plaid A wantonness with Modesty allayd VVhich though the Gazers Heart it set on Fire Quench'd yet the heat of a too bold Desire VVhence though Love spurr'd her on fear held her back And though her heart did fly her pace did slack Yet she observ'd to lighten in his Look I know not what Majestick Grace which strook Her Eye not with more Terrour than Delight And lesse did dazle than it did invite VVhence fir'd with hope yet freezing with despair She nearer fearfully approach'd and there Sent him by the light waftage of the VVind A sigh an Ah Mee Nuncios of her Mind And now her Passion gaining vent affords Her Tongue the liberty and use of words But lame and broken yet that serve t' imply 'T was this she meant Be kind or else I dye Sweet Stranger if a Soul lodge in thy Brest Fair as thy outside hear a Nymphs Request That begs thou'lt take thy Inn up in this shade And Gods their dwellings in the woods have made Here on this Bank may'st thou repose thy Head Or on my Bosome make thy softer Bed The Air here still is sweet still cool if by My sighs inflam'd it be not or thy Eye That Eye which quick as lightning Flames does dart And sooner then I saw it scorch'd my Heart O more than happy wert thou Salmacis If he but dream not of so great a Bliss Should prove so kind to lay thee by his side Not as his Mistris only but his Bride But if that Joy another do possess O let me as her Rivall ne'rtheless Since here is none that may the Theft reveal From thy sweet Lips a kiss in private steal But should some Goddess nourish in thy Brest A nobler fire deny not a request To one that dyes if more I cannot move A kiss for pitty grant if not for Love Or if too much that seem pray let me have What Sisters yet may from their Brothers crave Here ceast to speak and with that forward prest To have joynd Lip to Lip and Brest to Brest But the shy youth coyly repulst her still As cold in Love as deaf unto her will Dying with Blushes of a deeper stain The native Crimson of his Cheeks in Grain For a bold Suter of a cold denier When he the heart cannot the face will fire At last with a coy look thus mov'd he spake Fair Nymph be gon or I the place forsake You but deceive your self to think my Mind Will to such wanton Follies be enclin'd At which with his desires glad to comply Yet loath to lose the pleasure of her Eye She sadly creeps behind a bushy Skreen There closely skulks to see and not be seen And now the Planet worship'd in the East Rid on the Back of the Nemaean Beast And from the inflam'd Meridian that bends Like to a Bow his Beams like Arrows sends When this fair Traveller with heat opprest And the days Toyls here laid him down to rest Where the soft Grass and the thick Trees displaid A flowry Couch and a cool Arbour made About him round the grassy spires in hope To gain a kisse their verdant heads perk'd up The Lilly the fields Candidate there stands A Suter for the favour of his hands And here the blush-dy'd Amaranthus seeks And finds it selfe outrivald in his Cheeks Whil'st the enamoured Trees t' embrace him bend Their shady Crowns and leavy Arms extend Mean time from his fair Front he rains a showre Of shining Pearl-drops whilst his bright Eyes powre On the Nymphs Heart that melts through hot desire T' enjoy what she beholds a Flood of fire This Place at length he leaves rous'd by the Call Of the neer waters sweetly murmuring fall Where on the Bank his Sandals off he slips And in the Christal streams his Ankles dips Whil'st the cleer Lake as his pure feet he laves Feels Love's warm Fires mix with its colder VVaves And now not his fair feet content alone To kisse desires an amorous VVanton grown That she might nearer to her wish aspire Her Bottom deeper or her VVaters higher VVhich to their power to rise when moved seem As if they long'd to bath each curious Limb The Youth with pleasure on the Floud doth gaze And in that watery glasse his Face survaies Admiring with a Look stedfastly set His reall Beauty in his Counterfeit And sure he with himself in Love had fell Had he not heard of fond Narcissus tell VVho from cold streams attracting fatall fire Did to enjoy what he possest expire Then stooping he with hands together clos'd Hollowing their joyned Palmes a cup compos'd Of living Alablaster which when fill'd VVith the sweet Liquor the cleer Spring distill'd He gently lifts it to his head then sips Both bath and Beverage to his Looks and Lips Mean time with ravish'd thoughts the Nymph doth view The sportive Lad and whil'st he drinks drinks too But in a different Manner from the Lake He his her draught she from his Eyes doth take His slacks his Thirst hers more inflames desire He sucks in VVater but she drinks in Fire And now invited by the heat and took VVith the alluring Temper of the Brook Himself disroabing the rich spoyl he throws Away and his pure Limbs all naked shows And like a new Sun with a darkening Cloud Invested casting off the envious shrowd He round about his beautious Light displaies And makes the Earth a Heaven with his bright Raies The Nymph at this freezes at once and burns And fire with Love and Ice with wonder turns At length cries out Ah me what see I here What Deity leaving his heavenly Sphere Is come to sport him in these shades sure by His wounding Look and his inflaming Eye It should be Love but no light Wings appear On his fair shoulders strange he none should wear No those he lent my heart

Oyl or Hony we compose All Fo●ls all beasts for food green Arbours drest With soft Dil branches where Loves make their nest And like young Nightingales that have but now New try'd their wings flutter from bough to bough O the golds splendor the pure Ivories too The Eagle with Joves Cup-bearer that flew And Purple Carpets then sleep softer may The wondring Samian and Milesian say Here on a rich Bed doth Adonis lie And lovely Venus on another by Soft are his kisses and his lips still red Venus now joy in his regained Bed Fo● we to morrow e're the dew 's exhal'd With hairs unbound loose garments brests unveild Him to the foaming waves that wash the shore Shall bear from hence and with sad songs deplore The way from Hell Adonis unto thee Is ever open though to none else free Of all the glorious Heroes as they tell This ne'r t' Atrides Ajax ne're befel Not Hector chief of Hecub's numerous Race Patroclus Pyrrhus those of elder daies The Lapithites Deucalions issue nor The Sons of Pelops Princes fam'd in War Nor Argive Kings could er'e to this attain Be now appeas'd and the next year again Bring gladness with thee still propitious prove And as thou cam'st return to us in love Gorgo O deer what a rare woman 's this what choice Of knowledge hath she and how sweet a voice But go My husband's fasting still and then He eats his own Gall Fear a hungry man Fare-well Adonis for this time and when The year 's done come and make us glad agen THE SUN-RISE THou youthfull Goddess of the Morn Whose Blush they in the East adore Daughter of Phoebus who before Thy all-enlightning Sire art born Haste and restore the day to me That my Loves beautious Object I may see Too much of time the night devours The Cocks shrill voice calls thee again Then quickly mount thy golden Wain Drawn by the softly-sliding hours And make apparent to all eyes With what Enamel thou dost paint the skies Leave thy old husband let him lie Snorting upon his downy bed And to content thy Lover spread Thy Flames new lighted through the sky Heark how thy presence he conjures As leading to the Woods his Hounds he lures Moisten the fallow grounds before Thou com'st with a sweet dewie rain That thirstie Ceres having ta'ne Her Mornings draught that day no more May call for drink and we may see Spangled with pearlie drops each bush and tree Ah! now I see the sweetest dawn Thrice welcome to my longing fight Heil divine beautie Heavenly light I see thee through yon Cloud of Lawn Appear and as thy star does glide Blanching with raies the East on every side Dull silence and the drowsie King Of sad and Meloncholie Dreams Now flie before thy cheerful Beams The darkest shadows vanquishing The Owl that all the night did keep A houting now is fled and gone to sleep But all those little Birds whose noats Sweetly the listning ear enthrall To the clear waters murmuring fall Accord their disagreeing throats The lustre of that greater Star Praising to which thou art but Harbinger 'Bove our Horizon see him scale The first point of his brighter Round O how the swarthie Aethiop's bound With reverence to his light to veil And love the colour of his look Which from a heat so mild so pure he took A God perceivable is he By humane sense Natures bright eye Without whom all her works would die Or in their births imperfect be He Grace and Beautie gives alone To all the Works of her Creation With holie Reverence inspir'd When first the day renews it's light The Earth at so Divine a sight Seems as if all on Altar fir'd Reeking with Perfumes to the skies Which she presents her Native Sacrifice The humble Shepherd to his Raies Having his Rustick Homage paid And to some cool retired shade Driven his bleating Flocks to Graze Sits down delighted with the sight Of that great Lamp so milde so fair so bright The Eagle in her Airy sitting Spreading her wings with fixed eye Gazes on his t'whose Deitie She yields all Adoration fitting As to the only quickning fire And Object that her eye does most desire The Salmon which at Spring forsakes T●●tis sa●t Waves to look on him Upon the waters top doth swim And to express the joy he takes As sportingly along he sails Mocks the poor Fisher with his silver Scales The Bee through flowrie Gardens goes Buzzing to drink the mornings tears And from the early Lilly bears A kiss commended to the Rose And like a wary Messenger Whispers some Amor●●s story in her ●ar At which shee rowsing from her sleep Her chaster Flames seems to declare To him again whil'st Dew her fair And blushing leaves in tears doth steep The sorrow which her heart doth waste That shee 's so far from her dear Lover plac't And further seems as if this plaint In her mute Dialect she made Alas I shall with sorrow fade And pine away in this restraint Unless my too too rigorous Fate My Constant faithful Love commiserate Love having gain'd the victory Over my soul there acts his harms Nor Thorns so many bear my Arms As in my heart now prickles be The onely Comfort I can give My self is this I have not long to live But if some courteous Virgin shall Pitying my Fate pull my sweet flowre E're by a sad and fatal hour My Honours fade away and fall I nothing more shall then desire But gladly without murmuring expire Peace sweetest Queen of Flowres now see Sylvia Queen of my Love appear Who for thy Comfort brings with her What will thy wishes satisfie For her white hand intends to grace thee And in her sweeter Brest sweet flower to place thee FINIS The Night OR The fair Mourner THis fair and animated Night In Sables drest whose Curls of Light Are with a shade of Cypresse veil'd Not from the Stygian Deeps exhal'd But from Heaven's bright Balcone came Not dropping Dew but shedding Flame The blushing East her smiles display Her beauteous Front the Dawn of Day The Stars doe sparkle in her Eyes And in her Looks the Sun doth rise No mask of Clouds and Storms she wears But still serene and calm appears No dismall Birds no hideous Fiends Nor charming Hag on her attends The Graces are her Maids of Honour And thousand Cupids wait upon her Dear Flames still burning though you are Supprest Lights though obscur'd still fair What Heart does not adore you who But sighs or languishes for you Heaven wishes by your shade outvy'd It's milky Path in Ink were dy'd The Sun within an Ebon Case Longs to shut up his golden● Face The Moon too with thy sad Dresse took Would fain put on a mourning Look Sweet Night and if th' art Night of Peace The gentle Mother Cares Release My Heart now long opprest relieve And in thy softer Bosome give My weary Limbs a short Repose 'T is but a small Request Heaven knows Nor think