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A30953	Nympha libethris, or, The Cotswold muse presenting some extempore verses to the imitation of yong [sic] scholars : in four parts.	Barksdale, Clement, 1609-1687.	1651 (1651)	Wing B804; ESTC R2233	34,882	109

the law of nations fie on it Your lead is poyson'd with your venimous bit But thanked be our God it cannot hit I. Upon our pikes we would you quickly tosse Were it not for that reprobate Mountrosse He spoils our Country with fire sword and speare While we to little purpose linger here XXIII Upon his son C. B. AS I a bed 'fore day did verses make My Bed fellow my little Boy did wake Father you write on every thing said He Let me intreat you make one Verse for me I presently reply'd He cann't say black Thou 'rt my white Boy although thy eyes be clack Thou bringst my Book my Candle thou dost light I love thee next unto thy Sister bright If thou wilt learn thy Book I 'l leave to thee Not one verse Boy but all my Poetry XXIV The Frogs asked a King Phaedri A Thenae cum storerent aequis legibus Procax libertas c. vide Veteratorem At Athens gentle Lawes had bred Wanton liberty They took head The reigns being loose till the most part Strengthend the Tyrant Pisistrat They ha● no sooner underto●k But presently complain'd o th' yoke Not tha● the King was cruel but ' Cause ●heir so 't Nec●s were not us'd to 't Esop beholdi●g thi● their St●te This Fable to them did relate The Frogs at freedom leapt about the lake And l●ud to Iupiter for a King they cr●ke A King to or●er them with p●w●rful hand Iove smil'd and to the Raf●e● gave command To reign It fell●w●th force ●nto the Poole And wi●h the nois● affrighted the poor fooles Th● Rafter lay ● while all in the m●d At length one of the b●lder Frogs up stood And seeing the wo●den King did the rest call Their fright being n●w past out they marched all Insulting o'●e the Ra●te● with much scorn Iove give 's a ●etter King or wee'● forlorn The Se●pent ●upiter i th' next place sent Who with sh●rp teeth them all to pieces rent Some few escape by flight but dare not speak By Mercury they send ●o Iove to wreak Their Cause ●his Answer they receiv'd from God You woul'd not bear your Peace now beare your Rod. And ye my Country-men be Conte●t for fear You be in inforc'd some greater harm to bear XXV Upon D. Taylors Funeral Sermon To Mr. Savage HAving receiv'd your Sermon I fell to 't And stirred not out of the place one foot Til I had with intentive eye survaid All the celestial Treasures there are laid There is exprest how short is every Breath And what the Souls estate is after death What the Felicity of the Saints each one Completed at the last Re-union And all in such a pure and pious way As if the Book were written with heavens ray But th●n the N●rrative of the Lady's life How discreet Mother how observant Wife This and the rest 's so well describ'd that you 'l Say right to call it Taylors Second Rule And though the Ladies Tomb t'hir Lords content Be stately built This is her Monument How happy was that Noble Lord in 's love To shelter such a Man at Golden-Grove XXVI To my Sister Barksdale NO end of Teares but weep yourself to Night And lose your Eyes because you 've lost the sight Of your beloved son Can you think now By watring a dead plant to make it grow At the last d●y the dead shall have a spring And live again but before no such thing Is possible The Corruptible Body must Take up his Habitation in the dust The Soul which of the parts is far the best Is gone to God to everlasting rest Clear up I pray those fairest Eyes and see How mercifully God hath dealt with'ee One child H●ath taken and hath left the other To comfort you in the place of her Brother But if we will powre out our Teares le ts learn Their Current in the Proper Course to turn And then let Tears flow from us night day Til we have wept and washt our sins away Nor can our Crosles sufferd nor our Fears But our Sins may be cured by our Tears XXVII To the same YOu grieve and say There was scarce ever any Hath buried her sweet Children young so many That you to God so soon your Children sent This is your Priviledge not Punishment Mothers who thus their Infants back have given Bare them not so much for themselves as Heaven Happy thrice happy are those little O●es Who are advanc'd per saltum to their Thrones XXVIII Upon the Book of Iustification written by I. G. sent me by my Lady CHANDOS WElcom the Book expected so long time Now sent me from the hand of one o th' prime Ladies of England Welcom for her sake Who by this favour hath bin pleas'd to make Me more obliged Welcom for its own worth For here I finde perspicuously set sorth The work which only by Free Grace is done That sweetest Act Iustification I have but tasted yet but this short Tast Is far beyond some whole Books Th' Author's last Writings I will not speak of I don't fear To praise his Learning and his Temper here And were the rest not worthy of a look I will rejoyce to dwell on this fair Book XXIX Of Love Casimiri Sarb. QUid nocti lumen luci quid quae●imus umbram No●te dies nob●s est Amor umbrad●e Why seek we shade so day for darkness light Love is our shade i th' Day our day i th' Night XXX A garland of Roses over a sweet Child ●●usdem IPsa Corona Rosa est Puero Puer anne C●onae Ipsa Rosa est pue● est ipsa Corona Rosae Does the Rose crown the Child or the Child is The Rose i th' Crown ●● Crowns the Rose So ' t is XXXI An Angel painted by a faire Child Ejusdem ANgele Gonza●a es sipictas exuis alas Si Gonz●ga alas indu●s Angelus es The Angel the Chi●d is let th'Wings alone The Child the Angel is put the Wings on XXXII Non NOBIS DOMINE c. In the Great Chamber at Sudeley To my Lo. C. CHANDOS wh'adorn'd the Princely Chamber where So many Friends and Tenants welcom'd were Caus'd the Artificer on the wall to write This Sentence expos't to all mens sight So when our works are brought to end must we All sing aloud Non nobis Domine And I my Lord that for my Muse I may Favour obtain must Kyrie Elcison say T was her Ambition her Notes to sing To the Great-Grandson of the Cotswold-King XXXIII Of Faith THe Divine Mysteries as the Scripture saith Above our Reason objects are of Faith We tast the sweet without the Theory So Children suck the milk they do not see XXXV In Stapyltonum Equi●m Anglum Interpretem Stradae Romani ANglos Vexavit quondam male Stapyltonus Et meritò nata est Anglia Roma Tibi Anglos ornavit nunc ●am bene Stapyltonus Et merito grata est Anglia Roma Tibi XXXVI To my brother D. Charlton T'other hard work have Elzi●●rs the Lei