on thy silent grave And writ on that earth which such honour had To cloath that flesh wherein thy self was clad And pardon me sweet Saint whom I adore That I this tribute pay out of the store Of lines and tears that 's only due to thee Oh doe not think it new Idolatry Though you are only soveraign of this Land Yet universall losses may command A subsidie from every private eye And press each pen to write so to supply And feed the common grief if this excuse Prevail not take these tears to your own use As shed for you for when I saw her dye I then did think on your mortality For since nor vertue witt nor beauty could Preserve from Death's hand this their heavenly mould Where they were framed all and where they dwelt I then knew you must dye too and did melt Into these tears but thinking on that day And when the gods resolv'd to take away A Saint from us I that did know what dearth There was of such good souls upon the earth Began to fear lest Death their Officer Might have mistook and taken thee for her So had'st thou rob'd us of that happiness Which she in heaven and I in thee possess But what can heaven to her glory adde The prayses she hath dead living she had To say she 's now an Angell is no more Praise than she had for shee was one before Which of the Saints can shew more votaries Than shee had here even those that did despise The Angels and may her now she is one Did whilst she liv'd with pure devotion Adore and worship her her vertues had All honour here for this world was too bad To hate or envy her these cannot rise So high as to repine at Deities But now she 's 'mongst her fellow Saints they may Be good enough to envy her this way There 's loss i' th' change 'twixt heav'n and earth if she Should leave her servants here below to be Hated of her competitors above But sure her matchlesse goodness needs must move Those blest soules to admire her excellence By this meanes only can her journey hence To heaven prove gain if as she was but here Worship'd by men she be by Angels there But I must weep no more over this urn My teares to their own chanell must return And having ended these sad obsequies My Muse must back to her old exercise To tell the story of my martyrdome But oh thou Idoll of my soul become Once pitiful that she may change her stile Dry up her blubbred eyes and learn to smile Rest then blest soul for as ghosts fly away When the shrill Cock proclames the infant-day So must I hence for loe I see from farre The minions of the Muses coming are Each of them bringing to thy sacred Herse In either eye a tear each hand a Verse To my Mistris in absence THough I must live here and by force Of your command suffer divorce Though I am parted yet my mind That 's more my self still stayes behind I breath in you you keep my heart 'T was but a carkasse that did part Then though our bodies are dis-joynd As things that are to place confin'd Yet let our boundless spirits meet And in loves sphere each other greet There let us work a mystique wreath Vnknown unto the world beneath There let our claspt loves sweetly twine There let our secret thoughts unseen Like nets be weav'd and inter-twin'd Wherewith wee catch each others mind There whilst our souls doe sit and kiss Tasting a sweet and subtle bliss Such as gross lovers cannot know Whose hands and lips meet here below Let us look down and mark what pain Our absent bodies here sustain And smile to see how far away The one doth from the other stray Yet burn and languish with desire To joyn and quench their mutuall fire There let us joy to see from farre Our emulous flames at loving warre Whilst both with equall luster shine Mine bright as yours yours bright as mine There seated in those heavenly bowers Wee 'l cheat the lag and lingring houres Making our bitter absence sweet Till souls and bodies both may meet To her in absence A SHIP TOst in a troubled sea of griefs I float Far from the shore in a storm-beaten boat Where my sad thoughts doe like the compass show The severall points from which cross winds do blow My heart doth like the needle toucht with love Still fixt on you point which way I would move You are the bright Pole-star which in the dark Of this long absence guides my wandring bark Love is the Pilot but o'r-come with fear Of your displeasure dares not home-wards stear My fearfull hope hangs on my trembling sayl Nothing is wanting but a gentle gale Which pleasant breath must blow from your sweet lip Bid it but move and quick as thought this Ship Into your armes which are my port will flye Where it for ever shall at Anchor lye SONG Eternity of Love protested HOw ill doth be deserve a Lovers name Whose pale weak flame Cannot retain His heat in spight of absence or disdain But doth at once like paper set on fire Burn and expire True love can never change his seat Nor did he ever love that could retreat That noble Flame which my brest keeps alive Shall still survive When my soule 's fled Nor shall my love dye when my hodye's dead That shall wait on me to the lower shade And never fade My very ashes in their urn Shall like a hallowed Lamp for ever burn Vpon some alterations in my Mistresse after my departure into France OH gentle Love doe not forsake the guide Of my frail Bark on which the swelling tide Of ruthlesse pride Doth beat and threaten wrack from every side Gulfes of disdain doe gape to overwhelm This boat nigh sunk with grief whilst at the helm Dispair commands And round about the shifting sands Of faithless love and false inconstancy With rocks of cruelty Stop up my passage to the neighbour Lands My sighs have rais'd those winds whose fury bears My sayls o'r-boord and in their place spreads tears And from my tears This sea is sprung where nought but Death appears A mystie cloud of anger hides the light Of my fair star and every where black night Vsurpes the place Of those bright rayes which once did grace My forth bound Ship but when it could no more Behold the vanisht shore In the deep flood she drown'd her beamy face Good counsell to a young Maid WHen you the Sun-burnt Pilgrim see Fainting with thirst haste to the springs Mark how at first with bended knee He courts the crystall Nymphs and fling His body to the earth where He Prostrate adores the flowing Deitie But when this sweaty face is drencht In her cool waves when from her sweet Bosome his burning thirst is quencht Then mark how with disdainfull feet He kicks her banks and from the place That thus refresht him moves with sullen
my Celia I deceive Love shall his bow and shaft lay by And Venus Doves want wings to fly The Sun refuse to shew his light And day shall then be turn'd tonight And in that night no star appear If once I leave my Celia dear Love shall no more inhabit earth Nor Lovers more shall love for worth Nor joy above in heaven dwell Nor pain torment poor souls in hell Grim Death no more shall horrid prove If e'r I leave bright Celia's Love The tooth-ach cured by a kiss FAte 's now grown mercifull to men Turning disease to bliss For had not kind Rheum vext me then I might not Celia kiss Phisicians you are now my corn For I have found a way To cure diseases when forlorn By your dull Art which may Patch up a body for a time But can restore to health No more than Chimists can sublime True Gold the Indies wealth The Angel sure that us'd to move The pool men so admir'd Hath to her lip the seat of love As to his heaven retir'd To the jealous Mistris ADmit thou darling of mine eies I have some Idol lately fram'd That under such a false disguise Our true loves might the less be fam'd Canst thou that knowest my heart suppose I le fall from thee and worship those Remember dear how loath and slow I was to cast a look or smile Or one love-line to mis-bestow Till thou hadst chang'd both face and stile And art thou grown afraid to see That mask put on thou mad'st for me I dare not call those childish fears Comming from love much less from thee But wash away with frequent tears This counterfeit Idolatry And henceforth kneel at ne'r a shrine To blind the world but only thine The Dart. OFt when I look I may descry A little face peep through that eye Sure that 's the boy which wisely chose His throne among such beams as those VVhich if his quiver chance to fall May serve for darts to kill withall The Mistake WHen on fair Celia I did spy A wounded heart of stone The wound had almost made me cry Sure this heart was my own But when I saw it was enthron'd In her celestiall breast O then I it no longer own'd For mine was ne'r so blest Yet if in highest heavens do shine Each constant Martyrs heart Then she may well give rest to mine That for her sake doth smart VVhere seated in so high a bliss Though wounded it shall live Death enters not in Paradise The place free life doth give Or if the place less sacred were Did but her saving eie Bath my sick heart in one kind teare Then should I never die Slight balms may heal a slighter sore No medicin less divine Can ever hope for to restore A wounded heart like mine To my Lord Admirall on his late sickness and recovery VVIth joy like ours the Thracian youth invade Orpheus returning from th' Elysian shade Embrace the Heroe and his stay implore Make it their publike sute he would no more Desert them so and for his Spouses sake His vanisht love tempt the Lethaen Lake The Ladies too the brightest of that time Ambitious all his lofty bed to climbe Their doubtfull hopes with expectation feed Which shall the fair Euridice succeed Euridice for whom his numerous moan Makes listning Trees and savage Mountaines groan Through all the Ayr his sounding strings dilate Sorrow like that which touch'd our hearts of late Your pining sickness and your restless pain At once the Land affecting and the Mayn When the glad newes that you were Admirall Scarce through the Nation spread 't was fear'd by all That our great CHARLES whose wisdom shines in you Should be perplexed how to chuse a new So more than private was the joy and grief That at the worst it gave our soules relief That in our Age such sense of vertue liv'd They joy'd so justly and so justly griev'd Nature her fairest light ecclipsed seemes Her self to suffer in these sad extremes While not from thine alone thy blood retires But from those checks which all the world admires The stem thus threatned and the sap in thee Droop all the branches of that noble Tree Their beauties they and we our love suspend Nought can our wishes save thy health intend As Lillies over-charg'd with rain they bend Their beauteous heads and with high heaven contend Fold thee within their snowy anres and cry He is too faultless and too young to die So like Immortals round about thee They Sit that they fight approaching death away Who would not languish by so fair a train To be lamented and rester'd again Or thus with-held what hasty soul would go Though to the Blest O'r young Adonis so Faire Venus mourn'd and with the precious showr Of her warm teares cherisht the springing flower The next support fair hope of your great name And second Pillar of that noble frame By loss of thee would no aduantage have But step by step pursues thee to thy grave And now relentless Fate about to end The line which backward doth so farr extend That Antique stock which still the world supplies With bravest spirits and with brightest eyes Kind Phaebus interposing bade me stay Such stormes no more shall shake that house but say Like Neptune and his Sea-born Neece shall be The shining glories of the Land and Sea With courage guard and beauty warm our Age And Lovers fill with like Poetique rage On Mistris N. to the green sickness STay coward blood and doe not yield To thy pale sister beauties field Who there displaying round her white Ensignes hath usurp'd thy night Invading thy peculiar throne The lip where thou shouldst rule alone And on the cheek where natures care Allotted each an equall share Her spreading Lilly only growes Whose milky deluge drowns thy Rose Quit not the field faint blood nor rush In the short salley of a blush Vpon thy sister foe but strive To keep an endless warre alive Though peace doe petty States maintain Here warre alone makes beauty raign Vpon a Mole in Celia's bosome THat lovely spot which thou dost see In Celia's bosome was a Bee Who built her amorous spicy nest I' th' Hyblas of her either breast But from close Ivory Hyves she flew To suck the Aromatick dew Which from the neighbour vale distils Which parts those two twin-sister hils There feasting on Ambrosiall meat A rowling file of Balmy sweat As in soft murmurs before death Swan-like she sung chokt up her breath So she in water did expire More precious than the Phaenix fire Yet still her shaddow there remains Confind to those Elizian plains With this strict Law that who shall lay His bold lips on that milky way The sweet and smart from thence shall bring Of the Bees Honey and her sting An Hymeneall Song on the Nuptials of the Lady Ann Wentworth and the Lord Lovelace BReak not the slumbers of the Bride But let the Sun in Triumph ride Scattering his beamy light When
naked polish'd Ivory slide No curtain there though of transparent Iawn Shall be before thy virgin treasure drawn But the rich Mine to the enquiring eye Expos'd shall ready still for mintage Iye And wee will coyn young Cupids There a bed Of Roses and fresh Myrtles shall be spread Vnder the cooler shade of Cypress groves Our pillowes of the down of Venus Doves Whereon our panting limbs wee 'l gently lay In the faint respites of our active play That so our slumbers may in dreams have leisure To tell the nimble fancie our past pleasure And so our souls that cannot be embrac'd Shall the embraces of our bodyes taste Mean while the bubling stream shall court the shore Th'enamour'd chirping Wood quire shall adore In varied tunes the Deitie of Love The gentle blasts of Western winds shall move The trembling leaves and through their close bows Still Mufick whilst we rest our selves beneath breath Their dancing shade till a soft murmur sent From souls entranc'd in amorous languishment Rowze us and shoot into our veins fresh fire Till wee in their sweet extasie expire Then as the empty Bee that lately bore Into the common treasure all her store Flyes 'bout the painted field with nimble wing Deflowring the fresh virgins of the Spring So will I rifle all the sweets that dwell In my delicious Paradise and swell My bagge with honey drawn forth by the power Of fervent kisses from each spicie flower I 'l seize the Rose-buds in their perfum'd bed The Violet knots like curious Mazes spread O'r all the Garden taste the ripened Cherry The warm firm Apple tipt with corall berry Then will I visit with a wandring kisse The vale of Lillies and the Bower of blisse And where the beautious Region doth divide Into two milky wayes my lips shall slide Down those smooth Allies wearing as I goe A tract for Lovers on the printed snow Thence climbing o'r the swelling Appenine Retire into thy grove of Eglantine Where I will all those ravisht sweets distill Though Loves Alimbique and with Chimique skil From the mixtmass one soveraign Balm derive Then bring that great Elixar to thy hive Now in more subtile wreaths I will entwine My snowie thighes my legs and armes with thine Thou like a sea of milk shalt lye display'd Whilst I the smooth calm Ocean invade With such a tempest as when Iove of old Fell down on Danae in a storm of gold Yet my tall Pine shall in the Cyprian straight Ride safe at Anchor and unlade her fraight My Rudder with thy bold hand like a try'd And skilfull Pilot thou shalt steer and guide My Bark into Loves chanell where it shall Dance as the bounding waves doe rise or fall Then shall thy circling arms embrace and clip My willing body and thy halmie lip Bathe me in iuyce of kisses whose perfume Like a religious incense shall consume And send up holy vapours to those powres That blesse our loves and crown our sportfull houres That with such Halcion caelmeness fix our soules In steadfast peace as no astright controules There no rude sounds shake us with sudden starts No jealous eares when we unrip our hearts Suck our discourse in no observing spies This blush that glance traduce no envious eyes Watch our close meetings nor are we betrayd To Rivals by the bribed chamber-maid No wedlock bonds unwreath our twisted loves Wee suck no midnight Arbour no dark groves To hide our kisses there the hated name Of husband wife lust modest chaste or shame Are vain and empty words whose very sound Was never heard in the Blizian ground All things are lawfull shore that may delight Nature or unrestrained Appetite Like and enjoy to will and act is one Wee only sin when Loves rites are not done The Roman Lucrece there reads the divine Lectures of Loves great master Aretine And knowes as well as Lais how to move Her plyant body in the act of love To quench the burning Ravisher she hurles Her limbs into a thousand winding curles And studies art-full postures such as be Carv'd on the Barke of every neighbouring tree By learned hands that so adorn'd the rinde Of those faire Plants which as they lay enwinde Have fann'd their glowing fires The Grecian Dame That in her endless webb toyl'd for a name As fruitless as her work doth there display Her self before the Youth of Ithaca And th' amorous sport of gamesome nights prefer Before dull dreams of the lost Traveller Daphne hath broke her bark and that swist foot Which th' angry Gods had fastned with a root To the fixt earth doth now unfetrer'd run To meet th' embraces of the youthfull Sun She hangs upon him like his Delphique Lyre Her kisses blow the old and breath new fire Full of her God she sings inspired Layes Sweet Odes of love such as deserve the Bayes Which she her selfe was Next her Laura lyes In Petrarch's learned arms drying those eyes That did in such sweet smooth-pac'd numbers flow As made the world enamour'd of his woe These and ten thousand Beauties more that dy'd Slave to the Tyrant now enlarg'd deride His cancell'd lawes and for their time mispent Pay into Loves Exchequer double rent Come then my Celia wee 'l no more forbear To taste our joyes struck with a Pannique fear But will depose from his imperious sway This proud Vsurper and walke free as they With necks unyoak'd nor is it just that He Should fetter your soft sex with Chastity Which Nature made unapt for abstinence When yet this false Impostor can dispence With humane lustice and with sacred right And maugre both their lawes command me fight With Rivals or with emulous Loves that dare Equall with thine their Mistress eyes or hair If thou complain of wrong and call my sword To carve out thy revenge upon that word He bids me fight and kill or else he brands With marks of infamy my coward hands And yet Religion bids from blood-shed fly And damns me for that act Then tell me why This Goblin Honour which the world adores Should make men Atheists and not women Whores Epitaph on the Lady Mary Villers The Lady Mary Villers lyes Vnder this stone with weeping eyes The Parents that first gave her breath And their sad friends lay'd her in earth If any of them Reader were Known unto thee shed a tear Or if thy self possess a gem As dear to thee as this to them Though a stranger to this place Bewayl in theirs thine own hard case For thou perhaps at thy return Mayest find thy Darling in a Vrn. An other THe purest Soul that e'r was sent Into a clayie tenement Inform'd this dust but the weak mold Could the great guest no longer hold The substance was too pure the flame Too glorious that thither came Ten thousand Cupids brought along A Grace on each wing that did throng For place there till they all opprest The seat in which they sought to rest So the fair Modell broke for want Of room
to lodge th' Inhabitant An Other THis little Vault this narrow room Of Love and Beauty is the tombe The dawning beam that gan to clear Our clouded sky lyes darkened here For ever set to us by death Sent to enflame the world beneath 'T was but a bud yet did contain More sweetness than shall spring again A budding star that might have grown Into a Sun when it had blown This hopefull beauty did create New life in Love's declining state But now his Empire ends and we From fire and wounding darts are free His brand his bow let no man fear The flames the arrowes all lye here Epitaph on the Lady S. Wife to Sir W.S. THe harmonie of colours features grace Resulting Ayres the magique of a face Of musicall sweet tunes all which combin'd To crown one Soveraign beauty lies confin'd To this dark Vault She was a Cabinet Where all the choysest stones of price were set Whose native colours and purest lustre lent Her eye cheek lip a dazling ornament Whose rare and hidden vertues did express Her inward beauties and minds fairer dress The constant Diamond the wise Chrysolite The devout Saphyre Emrauld apt to write Records of memory cheerfull Agat grave And serious Onyx Topaz that doth save The brains calm temper witty Amathist This precious Quarrie or what else the lift On Aarons Ephod planted had she wore One only Pearl was wanting to her store Which in her Saviours book she found exprest To purchase that she sold Death all the rest Maria Went worth Thomae Comitis Cleveland filia praemortua prima virginiam animam exhaluit An Dom. AEt suae ANd here the precious dust is laid Whose purely-tempered Clay was made So fine that it the guest betray'd Else the soul grew so fast within It broke the outward shell of sin And so was hatch'd a Cherubin In height it soar'd to God above In depth it did to knowledge move And spread in breadth to general love Before a pious duty shin'd To Parents courtesie behind On either side an equall mind Good to the Poor to kindred dear To servants kind to friendship clear To nothing but her self severe â—â— though a Virgin yet a Bride â—o every Grace the justifi'd â—â— chaste Polygamie and dy'd Learn from hence Reader what small trust We ow this world where vertue must Frail as our flesh crumble to dust On the Duke of Buckingham Beatissimis Manibus charissimi Viri Ill ma Conjunx sic Parent a vit WHen in the brazen leaves of Fame The life the death of Buckingham Shall be recorded if Truth 's hand â—â—cize the story of our Land Posterity shall see a fair Structure by the studious care Of two Kings rays'd that no less Their wisdome than their power express By blinded zeale whose doubtfull light Made murders scarlet robe seem white Whose vain-deluding phantasmes charm'd A clouded sullen soul and arm'd A desperate hand thirsty of blood Torn from the fair earth where it stood So the majestique fabrique fell His Actions let our Annals tell Wee write no Chronicle this Pile Weares only sorrowes face and stile Which even the envy that did wait Vpon his flourishing estate Turn'd to soft pity of his death Now payes his Hearse but that cheap breath Shall not blow here nor th'unpure brine Puddle those streames that bathe this shrine These are the pious Obsequies Drop'd from his chaste Wifes pregnant eyes In frequent showres and were alone By her congealing sighes made stone On which the Carver did bestow These formes and Characters of woe So he the fashion only lent Whilst she wept all this Monument Another Siste Hospes sive Indigena sive Advena vicessitudinis rerum memor pauca per lege REader when these dumb stones have told In borrowed Speech what Guest they hold Thou shalts confess the vain pursure Of humane Glory yeelds no fruit But an untimely Grave If Fare Could constant happiness create Her Ministers Fortune and Worth Had here that miracle brought forth They fix'd this child of Honour where No room was left for Hope or Fear Of more of lesse so high so great His growth was yet so safe his seat Safe in the circle of his Friends Safe in his Loyall heart and ends Safe in his native valiant spirit By favour safe and safe by merit Safe by the stamp of Nature which Did strength with shape and Grace enrich Safe in the cheerfull Courtesies Of flowing gestures speech and eyes Safe in his Bounties which were more Proportion'd to his mind than store Yet though for vertue he becomes Involv'd Himself in borrowed summes Safe in his care he leaves betray'd No friend engag'd not debt unpay'd But though the starres conspire to shower Vpon one Head th' united power Of all their Graces if their dire Aspects must other breasts inspire With vicious thoughts a Murderers knife May cut as here their Darlings life Who can be happy then if Nature must To make one Happy man make all men just Foure Songs by way of Chorus to a Play at an entertainment of the King and Queene by my Lord Chamberlaine The first of Iealousie Dialogue Question FRom whence was first this fury hurld This Jealousie into the world Came she from Hell Ans. No there doth raign Eternall Hatred with Disdain But she the Daughter is of Love Sister of Beauty Reply Then above She must derive from the third Sphere Her heavenly Off-spring Ans. Neither there From those immortall flames could she Draw her cold frozen Pedigree Quest. If nor from heaven nor hell where then Had she her birth An. I' th' hearts of men Beauty and Feare did her create Younger than Love Elder than Hate Sister to both by Beauties side To Love by Fear to Hate ally'd Despayr her issue is whose race Of fruitfull mischiefes drowns the space Of the wide earth in a swoln flood Of wrath revenge spight rage and blood Quest. Oh how can such a spurious line Proceed from Parents so divine Ans. As streams which from their Chrystall spring Doe sweet and clear their waters bring Yet mingling with the brackish Main Nor tast nor colour they retain Qu. Yet Rivers ' twixt their own banks flaw Still fresh can jealouse doe so An. Yes whilst she keeps the stedfast ground Of Hope and Fear her equall bound Hope sprung from favour worth or chance Tow'rds the fair object doth advance Whilst Fear as watchfull Scentinell Doth the invading Foe repell And Iealousie thus mixt doth prove The season and the salt of live But when Fear takes a larger scope Stifling the child of Reason Hope Then sitting on th' usurped throne Shee like a Tyrant rules alone As the wild Ocean unconfin'd And raging as the Northren-wind 2. Feminine Honour IN what esteem did the Gods hold Fair Innocence and the chast bed When scandall'd vertue might be bold Bare foot upon sharp Cultures spread O'r burning coles to march yet feel Nor scorching fire nor piercing steel Why when the hard edg'd Iron did turn
Each by contraction multiply'd Bride Thy bosome then I 'l make my nest Since there my willing soul doth pearch Groom And for my heart in thy chaste brest I 'l make an everlasting search Chorus Oh blest dis-union c. Obsequies to the Lady ANNE HAY I Heard the Virgins sigh I saw the sleek And polish'd Courtier channell his fresh cheek With reall teares the new betrothed Maid Smil'd not that day the graver Senate laid Their business by of all the Courtly throng Grief seald the heart and silence bound the tongue I that ne'r more of privat sorrow knew Than from my Pen some froward Mistris drew And for the publick woe had my dull sense So fear'd with ever adverse influence As the invaders sword might have unfelt Pierc'd my dead bosome yet began to melt Griefe 's strong instinct did to my blood suggest In the unknown loss peculiar Interest But when I heard the noble Carlit's Gem The fayrest branch of Denny's ancient stem Was from that Casket stoln from this Trunk torn I found just cause why they why I should mourn But who shall guide my artless Pen to draw Those blooming beauties which I never saw How shall posterity beleeve my story If I her crowded graces and the glory Due to her riper vertues shall relate Without the knowledge of her mortall state Shall I as once Apelles here a feature There steal a Grace and rifling so whole Nature Of all the sweets a learned eye can see Figure one Venus and say such was she Shall I her legend fill with what of old Hath of the Worthies of her sex been told And what all pens and times to all dispence Restrain to her by a prophetique sense Or shall I to the Morall and Divine Exactest laws shape by an even line A life so straight as it should shame the square Left in the rules of Katherine or Clare And call it hers say so did she begin And had she liv'd such had her progress been These are dull wayes by which base pens for hire Dawb glorious vice and from Apollo's quire Steal holy Ditties which prophanely they Vpon the Herse of every strumpet lay Wee will not bathe thy corps with a forc'd tear Nor shall thy train borrow the blacks they were Such vulgar spice and gums embalm not thee Thou art the theme of Truth not Poetry Thou shalt endure a tryall by thy Peers Virgins of equall birth of equall years Whose vertues held with thine an emulous strife Shall draw thy picture and record thy life One shall ensphere thine eyes another shall Impearl thy teeth a third thy white and small Hand shall besnow a fourth incarnadine Thy rosie cheek untill each beautious line Drawn by her hand in whom that part excels Meet in one Center where all beautie dwels Others in task shall thy choyce vertues share Some shall their birth some their ripe growth declare Though niggard Time left much unhatch'd by deeds They shall relate how thou hadst all the seeds Of every vertue which in the pursute Of time must have brought forth admired fruit Thus shalt thou from the mouth of envy raise A glorious journall of thy thrifty days Like a bright star shot from his sphere whose race In a continued line of flames we trace This if survay'd shall to thy view impart How little more than lore thou wer 't thou art This shall gain credit with succeeding times When nor by bribed pens nor partiall rimes Of engag'd kindred but the sacred truth Is storied by the partners of thy youth Their breath shall Saint thee and be this thy pride Thus even by Rivals to be Deifi'd To the Countess of Anglesea upon the immoderatly by her lamented death of her Husband MAdam men say you keep with dropping eyes Your sorrowes fresh wat'ring the Rose that lie Fall'n from your cheeks upon your dear Lords Herse Alas those odours now no more can pierce His cold pale nostrill nor the crimson dye Present a gracefull blush to his dark eye Think you that flood of pearly moisture hath The vertue fabled of old Esom's bath You may your beauties and your youth consume Over his Vin and with your sighes perfume The solitary Vaule which as you groan In hollow Ecchoes shall repeat your moan There you may wither and an Autumn bring Vpon your self but not call back his spring Forbear your fruitless grief then and let those Whose love was doubted gain belief with showes To their suspected faith you whose whole life In every act crown'd you a constant Wife May spare the practise of that vulgar trade Which superstitious custome only made Rather a Widow now of wisedome prove The pattern as a Wife you were of love Yet since you surfet on your grief 't is fit I tell the world upon what cates you fit Glutting your sorrows and at once include His story your excuse my gratitude You that behold how yon'd sad Lady blends Those ashes with her tears lest as she spends Her tributary sighes the frequent gust Might scarter up and down che noble dust Know when that heap of Atomes was with blood Kneaded to solid flesh and firmly stood On starely Pillars the rare form might move The froward Inne's or chaste Cynthia's love In motion active grace in rest a calm Attractive sweetness brought both wound and balm To every heart He was compos'd of all The wishes of ripe Virgins when they call For Hymm's rites and in their fancies wed A shape of studied beauties to their bed Within this curious Palace dwelt a soul Gave lustre to each part and to the whole This drest his face in curteous smiles and so From comely gestures sweeter manners flow This courage joyn'd to strength so the hand bent Was Valours open'd Bounties instrument Which did the scale and sword of Iustice hold Knew how to brandish steel and scatter gold This taught him not t' engage his modest tongue In sutes of private gain though publike wrong Nor mis-employ As is the great mans use His credit with his Master to traduce Deprave malign and ruine Innocence In proud revenge of some mis-judg'd offence But all his actions had the noble end T' advance delert or grace some worthy friend He chose not in the active stream to swim Nor hunted Honour which yet hunted him But like a quiet Eddy that hath found Some hollow creek there turns his waters round And in continuall circles dances free From the impetuous Torrent so did he Give others leave to turn the wheel of State Whose sterless motions spins the subjects fate Whilst he retir'd from the tumultuous noyse Of Court and sutors press apart enjoyes Freedome and mirth himself his time and friends And with sweet rellish tastes each hour he spends I could remember how his noble heart First kindled at your beauties with what Art He chas'd his game through all opposing fears When I his sighes to you and back your tears Convay'd to him how loyall then and how Constant he
proceed 'T is mercy not to pitty though she bleed Wee 'l strew no nuts but change that ancient form For till to morrow wee 'l prorogue this storm Which shall confound with its loud whistling noyse Her pleasing shreeks and fan thy panting joyes For a Picture where a Queen Laments over the Tombe of a slain Knight BRave Youth to whom Fate in one hour Gave death and Conquest by whose power Those chains about my heart are wound With which the Foe my Kingdome bound Freed and captiv'd by thee I bring For either Act an offering For victory this wreath of Bay â—nsign of thraldome down I lay Scepter and Crown Take from my sight Those Royall Robes since fortunes spight Forbids me live thy Vertues prize I 'l dye thy Valours sacrifice To a Lady that desired I would love her I. NOw you have freely given me leave to love What will you doe Shall I your mirth or passion move When I begin to wooe Will you torment or scorn or love me too 2. Each petty beauty can disdain and I Spight of your hate Without your leave can see and dye Dispence a nobler Fate T is easie to destroy you may create 3. Then give me leave to love love me too Not with designe To rayse as Loves curst Rebels doe When puling Poets whine Fame to their beauty from their blubbi'd eyri 4. Grief is a puddle and reflects not clear Your beauties rayes Ioyes are pure streames your eyes appear Sullen in sadder layes In cheerfull numbers they shine bright with prayse 5. Which shall not mention to express you fayr Wounds flames and darts Storms in your brow nets in your hair Suborning all your parts Or to betray or torture captive hearts 6. I 'l make your eyes like morning Suns appear As mild and fair Your brow as Crystall smooth and clear And your dishevell'd hayr Shall flow like a calm Region of the Ayr. 7. Rich Nature's store which is the Poet's Treasure I 'l spend to dress Your beauties if your mine of Pleasure In equall thankfulness You but unlock so we each other bless Vpon my Lord Chief Iustice his election of my Lady A. W. for his Mistress 1. HEar this and tremble all Vsurping Beauties that create A government Tyrannicall In Love's free state Iustice hath to the sword of your edg'd eyes His equall ballance joyn'd his sage head lyes In love's soft lap which must be just and wise 2. Heark how the stern Law breathes Forth amorous sighs and now prepares No fetters but of silken wreathes And braded hayrs His dreadfull Rods and Axes are exil'd Whilst he sits crown'd with Roses Love hath fild His native roughness Iustice is grown mild 3. The golden Age returns Loves bow and quiver useless lye His shaft his brand nor wounds nor burns And cruelty Is sunk to Hell the fayr shall all be kind Who loves shall be belov'd the froward mind To a deformed shape shall be confin'd 4. Astiaea hath postest An earthly seat and now remains In Finch's heart but wentworth's brest That Guest contains With her she dwels yet hath not left the skies Nor lost her Sphere for new-enthron'd she cryes I know no Heaven but fayr wentworth's eyes To A. D. unreasonable distrustfull of her own beauty FAyr Doris break thy Glass it hath perplext With a dark Comment beautie's clearest Text It hath not told thy faces story true But brought false Copies to thy jealous view No colour feature lovely ayr or grace That ever yet adorn'd a beauteous face But thou maist read in thine or justly doubt Thy Glass hath been summon'd to leave it our But if it offer to thy nice survay A spot a stain a blemish or decay It not belongs to thee the treacherous light Or faithless stone abuse thy credulous sight Perhaps the magique of thy face hath wrought Vpon th' enchanted Crystall and so brought Fantastick shadowes to delude thine eyes With ayrie re-pereussive sorce ries Or else th' enamoured Image pines away For love of the fair Object and so may Wax pale and wan and though the substance grow Lively and fresh that may consume with woe Give then no faith to the false specular stone But let thy beauties by th' effects be known Look sweetest Doris on my love-sick heart In that true mirrour see how fair thou art There by Love's never-erring Pensill drawn Shalt thou behold thy face like th' early dawn Shoot through the shady covert of thy hair Enameling and perfuming the calm Ayr With Pearles and Roses till thy Suns display Their lids and let out the imprison'd day Whilst Delphique Priests enlightned by their Theme In amorous numbers count thy golden beam And from Love's Altars clouds of sighes arise In smoaking Incense to adore thine eyes If then Love flow from Beauty as th' effect How canst thou the resistless cause suspect Who would not brand that Fool that should contend There were no fire where smoak and flames ascend Distrust is worse than scorn not to beleeve My harmes is greater wrong than not to grieve What cure can for my festring sore be found Whilst thou beleev'st thy beauty cannot wound Such humble thoughts more cruell Tyrants prove Than all the pride that e'r usurp'd in Love For Beauties Herald here denounceth war There her false spies betray me to a snare If fire disguis'd in bals of snow were hurl'd It unsuspected might consume the world Where our prevention ends danger begins So Wolves in Sheepes Lyons in Asses skins Might farre more mischief work because less fear'd Those the whole stock these might kill all the herd Appear then as thou art break through this cloud Confess thy beauty though thou thence grow proud Be fair though scornfull rather let me find Thee cruell than thus mild and more unkind Thy cruelty doth only me defie But these dull thoughts thee to thy self deny Whether thou mean to barter or bestow Thy self 't is fit thou thine own valew know I will not cheat thee of thy self nor pay Less for thee than th' art worth thou shalt not say That is but brittle glass which I have found By strict enquiry a firm Diamond I 'l trad with no such Indian fool as sele Gold Pearles and precious stones for Beads and Bels Nor will I take a present from your hand Which you or prize not or not understand It not endeares your bounty that I doe Esteem your gift unless you doe so too You undervalew me when you bestow On me what you nor care for nor yet know No Lovely Doris change thy thoughts and be In love first with thy self and then with me You are afflicted that you are not fayr And I as much tormented that you are What I admire you seorn what I love hate Through different faiths both share an equall Fate Fast to the truth which you renounce I stick I dye a Martyr you an Heretique To my friend G. N. from Wrest I Breath sweet Ghibs the temperate ayr of wrest Where I no
teeth of pearl the double guard To speech whence musick still is heard Though from those lips a kiss being taken Might tyrants melt and death awakens I doe not love thee O my fairest For that richest for that rarest Silver pillar which stands under Thy found head that globe of wonder Though that neck be whiter far Than towers of pollisht Ivory are I doe not love thee for those mountains Hill'd with snow whence milky fountains Suger'd sweets as sirropt berries Must one day run through pipes of cherries O how much those breasts do move me Yet for them I doe not love thee I doe not love thee for that belly Sleek as satten soft as jelly Though within that Christall round Heaps of treasure might be found So rich that for the best of them A King might leave his Diadem I doe not love thee for those thighes Whose Alablaster rocks doe rise So high and even that they stand Like Sea-markes to some happy land Happy are those eys have seen them More happy they that sayl between them I love thee not for thy moyst palm Though the dew thereof be balm Nor for thy pretty legge and foot Although it be the precious root On which this goodly Cedar grows Sweet I love thee not for those Nor for thy wit though pure and quick Whose substance no Arithmetick Can number down nor for those charms Mask'd in thy embracing arms Though in them one night to lye Dearest I would gladly die I love not for those eyes nor hair Nor cheeks nor lips nor teeth so rare Nor for thy speech thy neck nor breast Nor for thy belly nor the rest Nor for thy hand nor foot so small But wouldst thou know dear sweet for all On sight of a Gentlewomans face in the water STand still you floods doe not deface That Image which you bear So Votaries from every place To you shall Altars roare No winds but Lovers sighs blow here To trouble these glad streames On which no starre from any Sphere Did ever dart such beames To Christall then in haste congeal Left you should lose your bliss And to my cruell fair reveal How cold how hard she is But if the envious Nymphs shall fear Their beauties will be scorn'd And hire the ruder winds to tear That face which you adorn'd Then rage and foam amain that we Their malice may despise And from your froath we soon shall see A second Venus rise A Song ASk me no more where Iove bestowes When Iune is past the fading rose For in your beauties orient deep These Flowers as in their causes sleep Ask me no more whither doe stray The golden Atomes of the day For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to inrich your hair Ask me no more whither doth hast The Nightingale when May is past For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her nose Ask me no more where those starres light That downwards fall in dead of night For in your eyes they sit and there Fixed become as in their sphere Ask me no more if East or west The Phenix builds her spicy nest For unto you at last she flyes And in your fragrant bosome dies Song WOuld you know what 's soft I dare Not bring you to the down or ayr Nor to starres to shew what 's bright Nor to snow to teach you white Nor if you would Musick hear Call the orbs to take your eare Nor to please your sense bring forth Bruised Nard or what 's more worth Or on food were your thoughts plac't Bring you Nector for a taste Would you have all these in one Name my Mistris and 't is done The Second Rapture NO worlding no t is not thy gold Which thou dost use but to behold Nor fortune honour nor long life Children or friends nor a good wife That makes thee happy these things be But shaddows of felicity Give me a wench about thirteen Already voted to the Queen Of lust and lovers whose soft hair Fann'd with the breath of gentle ayr O'rspreads her shoulders like a tent And is her vail and ornament Whose tender touch will make the blood Wild in the aged and the good Whose kisses fastned to the mouth Of threescore years and longer flouth Renew the age and whose bright ey Obscures those lesser lights of sky Whose snowy breasts if we may call That snow that never melts at all Makes Iove invent a new disguise In spite of June's jealousies Whose every part doth re-invite The old decayed appetite And in whose sweet embraces I May melt my self to lust and die This is true bliss and I confess There is no other happiness The Hue and Cry IN love's name you are charg'd hereby To make a speedy Hue and Cry After a face whicht ' other day Stole my wandring heart away To direct you these in brief Are ready marks to know the thief Her hair a net of beams would prove Strong enough to captive Iove In his Eagle shap Her brow Is a comely field of snow Her eye so rich so pure a gray Every beam creates a day And if shee but sleep not when The Sun sets 't is night agen In her cheeks are to be seen Of flowers both the King and Queen Thither by the graces led And freshly laid in nuptiall bed On whom lips like Nymphes doe wait Who deplore their virgin star Oft they blush and blush for this That they one another kiss But observe besides the rest You shall know this Fellon best By her tongue for if your eare Once a heavenly musick hear Such as neither Gods nor Men But from that voice shall hear agen That that is she O strait surprise And bring her unto loves Assize If you let her goe she may Antedate the latter day Fate and Philosophy control And leave the world without a soul. To his Mistris confined Song O Think not Phaebe 'cause a cloud Doth now thy silver brightness shrowd My wandring eye Can stoope to common beauties of the Sky Rather be kind and this Ecclips Shall neither hinder eye nor lips For wee shall meet Within our hearts and kiss and non shall see 't Nor canst thou in thy prison be Without some living signe of me When thou dost spy A Sun beam peep into the room 't is I For I am hid within a flame And thus into thy chamber came To let thee see In what a martyrdome I burn for thee When thou dost touch thy Lute thou mayest Think on my heart on which thou playest when each sad tone Vpon the things doth shew my deeper groan when thou dost please they shall rebound with nimble ayres struck to the sound Of thy own voye O think how much I tremble and rejoyce There 's no sad picture that doth dwell Vpon thy Arras wall but well Resembles me No matter though our age do not agree Love can make old as well as time And be that doth but twenty clime If he dare prove As true as I