blest Throne he sits in now Before he seiz'd he did acquire below So falls this Pharaoh's Tow'r our Ages cost I' th' dust so this Ephesian Temple's tost Whose great renowned Fame shall never dy But prove the Mirror of Eternity But oh our Fate Why did'st Dear Saint so soon Turn from our Eyes thy Morning Beams to Noon We now like Hermites live all desolate Depriv'd of thee we 've lost our happy State. Like Adam when expell'd from Paradise We rove in Desarts and can find no bliss We like Heraclitus do nought but mourn And water with our tears thy silent Urn But oh that hence we Phoenix-like could bring Out of thy ashes a new Soul to spring Whose Numen might triumph o're conquer'd Fate And all our fading Joys refuscitate But ah how vain 's our wish Death's fatal stroke When once is giv'n we never can revoke O cruel Fate Could'st thou not pitch thy Toyl For other preys Must thy black doom assail This starry Sphere Do not ten thousand ly Who fondly court their Fate yet cannot dy Than him we might a Myriad better spare Whose breath and name like bubbles in the air Might vanish and the World yet feel no wo He was our Phosphore and Palladium too His worth whole Millions did preponderate Hence he so soon was struck by envious Fate So that if any one would sphere on high Transcending all he must resolve to dy For Herriot-like Fate loves to seize the best She takes them first to mend she leaves the rest Now in what Eulogies my Muse doth faint And can't express thy worth pardon Dear Saint Pardon I beg In matters so sublime To be deficient may not seem a crime But where my Pen enough can't celebrate Let Fame's shrill Trump the rest ebuccinate An Elegie on the Death of his Grace the Duke of Ormond deceas'd July the 20th 1688. WHen Heav'n's bright Orb withdraws his ruddy Face And Nights black Scene invades the World apace How do the Persians veil their streaming Eyes And still emplore their flying God with cries So when our radiant Earthly Stars do fall Their horrid Fate lamented is by all Whose stony hearts are not enmarbl'd round And where a place for pity may be found Thus all now mourn cause the great Ormond's dead Ormond with whom now all our joys are fled Ah Tragic Scene Tears sparkle in our Eyes And with sad groans we all do sympathize The Marble melts through grief The Rocks rebound And from all Coasts most doleful shrieks resound The Court which sparkling Jewels did adorn In Sables is now drest in blacks doth mourn Whilst all the Great Ones Eyes do silent weep Which manifests their sorrow 's the more deep Nor is it e're to be compris'd in Verse How many Mourners did pursue his Herse But should we all our Tribute-tears now pay Equal to 's worth and our own loss this day The Strand would like the Thames with Water flow And ev'ry street would a deep River grow White-Hall would feed the streams with new supplies And to make Waves would vent out deep-fetcht sighs Since he from noble Veins deriv'd his Blood He by great acts his Pedigree made good If Loyalty on Earth hath now esteem It 's Magazine was situate in him No greater loss could on our State befal He was the great Palladium of all His sacred Vertue did transcend each Sphere He dwelt in Heaven when he sojourn'd here No Pride no Pomp nor praise puft up his Soul 'T was Zeal that wing'd him to the Starry Pole. Humility her Darling might him call So ready he would condescend to all If Honour then and Vertue e're in One Conjoin'd he was that Heav'nly One alone Divine Poems AND HYMNS Divine Poems AND HYMNS A Penitential Hymn 1. AWake Awake my drowsy Soul How long wilt sleep secure Shall nothing nothing thee controul Dost rest Oh! this is pure When Hell for thee doth gape her thirsty jaws And Satan threatens with his angry Paws 2. Break forth my Breast in sudden cries Prevent th' approaching woes Rouze alas rouze my slumb'ring Eyes Will ye for ever close Ah! Gush forth tears deplore those fruitless ways Wherein I foolish spent my former days 3. The dying Tree doth now revive And I forsaking Death Do now begin to seem alive And draw my wav'ring breath I 'll triumph now and drown my crimes in tears I 'll trust in God and cast off Hellish fears 4. Begon O works of darkness fly No more I 'll call you mine I now shake off sin's Lethargy And am O Lord all thine O guide me therefore in these steps to thee And grant that I thy Servant still may be A Spiritual Hymn 1. O Greatest God! O Highest Pow'r Mercy afford O mighty Lord Who dwell'st in the Coelestial Tow'r 2. The Heav'n The Earth doth thee obey Thou calm'st the Waves Thou free'st sin 's Slaves O're all things thou dost bear the sway 3. O cleanse me from Sin 's Leprosie O purge my heart And ev'ry part Let me no more sin's Vassal be 4. O wash O wash away each spot Let not one stain In me remain And all my former Crimes out blot 5. My Soul O Lord create anew And pure like thee O let it be That I thy wond'rous works may shew 6. In thee my God! I 'll put my trust I 'll serve thee still And fear none ill Let envious Satan do his worst 7. My God! My God! I 'll spread thy Fame I 'll sing always Hallelujahs And will for ever praise thy Name Penitence PUT on O Muse a penitential hue And with Castalian drops thy Face bedew That with a weeping show'r of mournful Verse I may the praise of penitence rehearse Welcome O pleasing Legacy of tears Welcome deep sighs which pierce the Heav'nly Spheres A contrite heart is Heav'n's best Sacrifice Acceptable'st in great Jehovah's Eyes The Cordial of Repentance doth revive Our Souls being dead in sin tho' seem alive The groans of Converts open Heaven's Gate And do provide for them a happy State. Thus pious David tho' had gone astray Did Heaven's wrath by 's penitence allay And as his sins were great when he rebell'd ' Gainst God so he in penitence excell'd 'T is this that doth our drossy Souls refine And makes us in pure innocence to shine No Man's own Merits can him ever save ' Less he for Christ with penitence doth crave Thou must with trembling and with careful fear O Man thy own Salvation work out here Since none alas can prove so innocent Who may not for 's repeated Crimes repent Whilst still we swell the number of our sins And ev'ry day a new addition brings The best of men in frequent errors fall And can't preserve themselves scot-free from all The tempting lures of sin But forc'd to yield Do beat it off again with Christian Shield But grant we could persist without a fault And ne're from sacred Righteousness revolt We all did in Sin 's Leprosie begin Our Lives and from
In this my Tub I far transcend your Throne None are so brave as those who scorn a Crown Nay more how many snares for Princes wait What Hooks are cover'd with a gilded bait If you 'd your whole Dominions grant I 'd them As dang'rous Toys reject and quite contemn Alexander Dost think my Life-Guards then can't me secure Who with vast Forts my Person do immure My speaking Eye gives Laws to subject Souls My beck the World 's important part controuls Diogenes The sooner then some bold ambitious Spark Will strive t' Eclipse your Light which makes his dark For when one Prince by others is out-shone He 'll try all stratagems them to Dethrone By those how many sacred Monarchs dy From whom they ne'r expected Treachery Alexander But grant my greatness can't enough protect Let me but on thy crazy Tub reflect Can this against a storm a Bulwark stand Here thou mayst perish by a common hand Should Heav'ns crispt Cataracts to rush begin Each gaping Chasm would greedy Death let in Diogenes I rest secure with wrongs Inone offend Whence none to wrong me their intentions bend No dire Assassinates lay snares for me I have no Gold their thirst to satisfie No bloody Traytors tempt to cast me down That they might get my empty Tub my Crown My harmless ways do please the Pow'rs above Still Innocence is Harbinger to Love. Alexander But hark O Old Fantastick Cynick Bard Don't Heav'n more its Vicegerent's safety guard Diogenes Your more may fail Let Heav'n both Patronize You for your Kingdom me for humbler Eyes Alexander Humility's a trifling toy whose worth None recommend but he whose mind 's on Earth That Head 's most sacred that can wear a Crown That Hand is blest that can a Scepter own Diogenes Tho' Heav'n may seem to bless a Prince yet he To 's joy has still annexed misery The burthen of a massy Crown is great And anxious cares a Monarch's heartstrings eat Alexander This gilded World is nothing else but care False fear vain hope and languishing despair In what a wretched state then must those dwell Who Ant'dotes want these poysons to expel I banish cares with the Falernian Wine And with sweet pleasures I my life refine Whilst like the Country Mouse thou quite dost starve And wilt not of more dainty Dishes carve Diogenes Alas your pleasure brings a sting with it And all your happiness is counterfeit Through jealous fear you can't your Nectar taste No Theaters can calm your stormy Breast In feasting the drawn Sword hangs o're your head And restless cares perplex your Soul abed Whilst I poor Water and mean Herbs enjoy And with Philosophy chase time away My thoughtless Breast no Hecticks do combure But in my Tub I sleep whole nights secure 'T is better low and safe be than t' advance And mount upon the waxen Wings of chance Alexander But is' t not brave bare Heads bow'd Knees command And have whole Kingdoms as your Vasals stand Diogenes Your high-aspiring thoughts this Pomp may please But on the ground I 'd rather take my ease Where neither Wars nor Fears nor Fortune's frown Can terrify ' cause can't me low'r cast down Alexander Your Answer 's right and strong I must confess These Arguments do make my Throne seem less Regarded in my Eyes For those who doe Like Spanish Horses feed on Winds must rue The lofty Cedar furious Boreas tears When the low shrub the storm uninjur'd bears Thou safely liv'st thy Life enjoy'st To burn Thy Corpse being dead thy Tub's a Pile and Urn. Hence were I not that Monarch stiled Great I 'd for thy Tub Diogenes entreat My Wish MAY I ye Gods enjoy a Country Life Free from cares and free from tort'ring strife Whilst others to great Cities seek resort Where nought but gilded Vices keep their Court. May I within my native Country dwell And ne're to these my Borders bid farewel For Wealth whilst others plow the angry Seas And for the Indian Toys disturb their ease May I above contempt and Fortune's Pow'r In Summer solstice sleep i' th' shady Bow'r Whilst other Patrons in their Forum plead And for a Fee torment their sweating Head. May I in Winter chase the nimble Harts And wound the Savage Boar with bloody Darts Whilst others in their stately Buildings rest And with hot Liquors burn their freezing Breast May I at night my Caelia's Eyes admire Until my Breast is warm'd with gentle fire Whilst others on their painted Misses doat Until their Veins with flagrant Blood do float May I by night enjoy my dearest Rose Until my Body's ready for repose Whilst others toss awake perplext with cares And dare not sleep for fear of secret Snares May I in constant health spin out my days No Gout nor Stone to interrupt my joys Whilst others of their Serpents stings complain And which they get by riot feel the pain But when Death's sting my Spirits doth surprize Let my poor Caelia Caelia close my Eyes An Epithalamium WHat merry Muse doth now my Breast inspire Or what inflames my Soul Oh! 'T is the fire That darts like Lightning from the Lovers Eyes Through which each others Soul its object spyes Whilst like two cooing Turtles they do play And steal with smiles each other 's Heart away The true Elysium they now claim their own Whence they transcend a Scepter or a Throne They banish cares by th' ecstasies of love Where Venus rules we need not envy Jove And that these rapt'ring Joys may long endure Let no sad Omens with black Clouds obscure Our radiant hopes Ye hellish Fiends forbear To light the Torches and be Dancers here Leave not ye Fairies your Tartarian Lakes About your Heads to whip your anguisht Snakes Whose shrill trisulcate Tongues prognosticate That storms will soon loves knot dilacerate Let 's hear no shrieks of the nocturnal Crew Being Harbingers of dissolution too But let each object happiness presage That ye i' th' Bonds of Love surpass the Age Of old Tythonus with his ruddy Bride Who Insect turn'd through years before he dy'd Ye Nymphs and Satyrs here your steps advance Ye Fawns and Graces here unite and dance Let all the rural Deities adorn Their Fronts with Garlands blushing like the Morn With greatest joys and pomp to solemnize The Nuptials that so fair a pair comprize Let Venus come And let old Hymen stand And seal the knot up with a faithful hand That Gordian-like it may ne'r be dissolv'd Until the World i' th' Chaos be involv'd Hence may you flourish in your jugal state And have no cause e're to repent your fate Let neither jars nor frets infringe your joys But in blest union spin ye out your doys But in blest union spin ye out your days Till Death at length severs you when your Souls Must wing their course up to the starry Poles May Heav'n show'r down it's Manna on your Head And bless with an increase your toral Bed May you like Abram's Consort multiply
true As mine from whence it came There let it rest And banish black Oblivion from your Breast That you may ne're our former Leagues disown Tho' separation doth make two of one Long absence breeds a shiv ring cold in love And Ague-like doth ardency remove Hence by experience we too often find That absent Darlings soon slip out of mind May you then this Memento bear along Which seal'd with heart shew's no perfidious Tongue It bear's sincere Affection's stamp and coin And like the purging Mint doth dross disdain Thus now my Zeal a fond Oblation brings Till presence pays more stately Offerings But whensoe'r your vacant Eyes shall see This monumental Verse Remember me Too much of School CUrst Fate How long wilt thou me doom to Schools Must I ne'r mount above the Sphere of Fools Who scarce their Alphabet can scrutinize Unless the Festraw guide their roving Eyes Both Latin and Greek Authors I have read And know in higher Elements to tread Yet read I may and read and read again And when all 's done my labour proves but vain For no sublimer steps I can ascend My long Beginning 's like to want an end Within the School's severe and dismal Cell As an Imprison'd peccant I must dwell And spend my Age in vain I plow the Sands And wash the Black'moor's Head with frustrate hands For progress now ly's dead no pains no sweat Since what I 've learnt already I repeat But hence I toss disturb'd I take no ease The oft-boyl'd Crambe doth my doom increase 'Twixt Life and Death like Tityus I do ly And wish a clear Reprieve or quite to dy An Epilogue to an old Play as it was acted by Country Bumkins OUR Play is done Concoct it as you please 'T is time our Theatre should be at ease Since you have seen what we poor Swains can do How we can play the Fool as well as you But tho' perhaps some Criticks damn our Play And swear that we our ignorance betray Yet with these thoughts it may more currant pass Vt desint vires tamèn est landanda voluntas 'T was Fame tho' not hereby we fear acquir'd That then these our fantastick Souls inspir'd We don't exhaust your Purse Hence we have cause Since not your Coyn to challenge your applause But since o' th' Comick Scene your Tragick brow To kill the Players doth now Cloudy grow We go to celebrate our nuptial rites And then to crop the Lover's sweet delights For which prepare a Joy and so good night To a very accomplish'd Lady BE pleas'd Dear Madam these submissive lines T' accept which do triumph in their designs O kindest Heav'ns O most propitious Fates O prosp'rous Stars O too too joyful States The Phoenix now has left th' Arabian shores And in our Hemisphere aloft now soars A Heav'n-bred Goddess now descends on Earth And ravishes the World in Beauty's dearth Heav'n hath her charming Venus now distill'd Whose splendid Beams my heart with bliss have fill'd My Soul fair Charmer gluts it self with joys E'r since it felt the comfort of your rayes Heav'n's Monarch did his greatest blessing shew When he blest my Eyes with Heavn'n's darling you But if Jove should such gifts more oft bestow The priding World would too too happy grow Nay two Heav'ns there would be of equal bliss And th' envious Gods would sometimes visit this You Dear Nymph the true Elysium prove Fair as Venus kind as the Turtle-Dove The Golden Age doth now return in you You like the Day-star happy times renew Old banish'd Piety has found a shore In your fair Breast where lyes all vertue 's store Heav'n's spangled roof too glitters in your Eyes You are our Jewel and our choicest prize With whom I vow no merits upon Earth Can parallel for Beauty Wit or Birth We all can put no prize upon your worth But Sol shall freeze and Night's pale Goddess burn The solid Globe into its Chaos turn Ere I 'll desist your Beauty to adore And for your Blessing Candor to implore A Dream D. M. WHen Morpheus last Night clos'd my slumbring Eyes And sleepy vapours did my Brain surprize How did my active Soul chose you her Theam On which she might insist in golden Dream I re'lly thought the Heav'ns to me being kind That put these charming Amours in my mind Whilst I Parnassus forked top did seek I found you slumb'ring in a silent Creek Near to the Muses Helicon Where I With bended Knees first pay'd my obsequy And then being shot with Cupid's Fiery Dart I sought the Joys which Beauty's Charms impart I prostrate fell upon your Snowy Breast Where strait my ravish'd Soul did seize her Nest Congratulating both our prosp'rous Fate We lay some Minutes in that joyful state And then O how great bliss my Soul possest Being with your kind and sweet embraces blest But whilst the dawning Morn Aurora brings My lively Soul return'd with hov'ring wings And strait to me rehearst her rapt'ring joys How she had past into th' Elysian ways And if my Body had from sleep been freed I 'd thought that dreams and truth had now agreed But tho' it did a fancy'd Image prove It may I hope portend to me your love Mr. Pye. TEll me O tell me Sir the reason why Your glutted Eyes not Stomach did deny That tempting bait of Christmas Guests call'd Pye Was 't Temp'rance No 't was rather Modesty Modesty's Mean I must confess is good But Modesty's extream is ill pursu'd Thus when t' her dictates you t' obedient prov'd The Mouth deny'd that which the Center lov'd But were not you with tim'rous thoughts possest And did strange Chimaera's shake your Breast Whereas you sate near an Enormous Bug Who empty'd one to fill a greater Mug. Expect therefore nor don't response you 've done Before you plainly see all Courses gone Nor like an Ass put up your Instrument Lest you too late again the deed repent Vnto a very fair Lady though somewhat freckled BEauty Dear Madam is the Poet's Theam Religion's Idol and the Lover's Dream 'T is you are Beauty's Darling Beauty's Joy Who need not Art nor such an idle toy To force out Love and wound a doting heart But real Beauty grace's ev'ry part Your Cheeks like Peacock's brighter Plumes do shine Compos'd of Metals of a diverse mind For lo therein the Snowy Lilies grow And Crimson Roses intermixt do blow Those neater marks which on your Front remain Do not deface but prove a charming stain Nay kinder Nature seems to place 'em there As Stars and Lights to govern Mortals here Your Face is Heaven's Starry Firmament On which Astronomers may now content Themselves to gaze and you alone admire Who influence the Earth and govern higher Hence did not Phoebe sometimes cloud her light And seem to frown and fume i' th' o'recast Night I should have thought that you had soar'd up there And rul'd your Chariot in the Heav'nly Sphere What Monarch can't subject his Throne to you And to
survive Epitaphium in egregiam Pellicem HOc jacet in tumulo Pellex memoranda futuris Quae rapuit pectus diripuitque bona Pestiferis factis sibimet monumenta reliquit Dicere namque licet de bonitate nihil Orce tibi caveas ne Fato Fata pararet Littoribus nostris pessima pestis erat An Elegy upon the Vertuous Lady Rebekka Townsend WHat means this Tragick Scene this tyde of grief Which Heav'n condoles yet will not send relief The crackling Poles do echo forth their groans And poor fond Nature her dire fate bemoans The Sun with dismal Clouds doth veil his face As tho' he 'd find for Mourning a fit place In Night's black sables hence the glimm'ring day Involv'd repines Each Sphere in dark array Distills her show'rs of tears which calms her Breast With a fierce Hurricane of grief possest The Winds do sigh the Storms lament our woes And the whole Scene of Earth in mourning goes Sure Nature's choicest Darling now lies dead And Earth's sole Paradise to Heaven 's fled The World 's rare Phoenix ha's now taken Wing And soar'd unto the glories of th' eternal King For Heav'n's great Agent did in 's Eyes foresee That She was worthy of maturity And that as great as Heav'n the World would grow If blest Dear Saint with thy bright beams below Hence he to stop the Worlds just growing pride Took thee to his and this our Heav'n defy'd The Tagus streams wherein there flow'd the joy Of all this Earthly Globe are past away And run into the Font from whence they came Yet nought can put a period to their Fame Her merits were so great they 'l never dy But like time live to kiss Eternity Nay our own loss in her our bereft State With tears will still her worth commemorate Since when against her cruel Death did rage We lost the splendent Jewel of our Age. Ah Death so soon how could'st thou sweep away Our blooming hopes Could pity not delay Nor sighs nor tears thy fatal stroak But must Our rising Day-Star so soon set in dust Impartial Fates Faithless Mortality All hopes of never dying dead here ly Dead too and having left no branch behind Which might spring up and parallel its kind When Fate shall Nuptial Joys so swift pursue Small are the benefits which thence accrew From noble Veins she did her Blood derive And by heroick Actions whilst alive She well did answer her Original Nor did these tempting toys her pow'rs enthral But Angel-like she did the World out-brave And took pure Innocence into her Grave For Prudence she like Sheba did appear Whose Fame ha's mounted our bright Hemisphere O' th' Wings of Pegasus she oft did soar Where now she dwells to the Coelestial Tow'r The Vocal Choirs of Muses in her Breast More than i' th' sacred Helicon did rest From whence they vented Oracles of love And warbled out their charms enchanting Jove She like the Sun to all display'd her rayes From whence she built her Pyramids of praise A safe Asylum to th' opprest she gave Her Heart and Hand did still rejoice to save Poor Wretches from their doom and to supply The wants of all that did for mercy cry If then true Vertue ever dwelt on Earth 'T was here enshrined too with Beauty's worth The Universe intitl'd her the Fair Whose Charms no Cynick could unconquer'd bear But now alas she like the beauteous Rose Doth fall and fade when furious Auster blows Thus when with Ruddy Wings the Morning ray Seems proud to usher in the new-born day Then on a sudden an untimely night O'reclouds and darkens the new-blossom'd light But were Aurora's smiles but half so fair As hers the Clouds would have vouchsaf'd to spare How hard 's then Fate that summoned away Without remorse this fairest Flow'r of May To whom Posterity shall pay respects Because the best Example of her Sex. An Elegie on the Death of the Right Honourable John Lord Coventry LET Europe's Confines flow with streaming tears Let deep-fetcht sighs now pierce the sable Spheres Weep mourn deplore and let your Eyes now flow Till ye like Niobe do Marble grow The fatal influence that doth rule this day Doth summon grief commands our Eyes to pay Tears as just Tribute Nature doth assume New dismal shapes which do portend our doom Each object clad in Fates black Livery Doth Comet-like some dire event descry The Heav'n being veil'd with Clouds in mourning goes The gloomy day Nights dark resemblance shows Our Guardian-Angels flutt'ring in the air Start back as tho' they would remit their care Each dreading Fate with murm'ring sighs condoles And vents fond passion which doth shake the Poles Th' etherial crew with doleful shrieks bemoans Our horrid Fate and panting Atlas groans Poor Echo's broken Voice doth iterate Thus grief surprizes Speech O Fate O Fate Each Zone her pearly show'rs of tears distills And sympathizing doth lament our ills Our Mother Earth too a chief Mourner proves Her pious grief since Natures instinct moves But what 's the cause of these Effects What strange Chimaera's Heaven's Face and Earths thus change Our Play 's sure Tragical our Scene is sad And the Catastrophe's exceeding bad The whistling Winds with a faint whisper seem T'infuse into my Ears a just esteem Of grief they prompt that the great Coventry Conquer'd by Fates too hasty hand doth ly Alas Too true He 's dead he 's dead and gone Now all our hopes dy too so good a one We ne're shall more enjoy nought can repair The loss wherein we all this day do share What recompence would Heaven's Darlings be Since none can bear so brave a Soul as He No Hero e're can parallel his Name Whose Merits seiz'd the Pinnacles of Fame He Pharus-like i' th' azure Skies did tow'r Yet was not in the least puft up with pow'r Profound Humility was the high sum To which all his ambition e're would come The splendent Palace of our Brittish Sun From this bright Pillar it 's sole Basis shon Hence glorious rays our Coasts with light did gild And quick'ning Beams great Solaces did yield Under his Wings th' opprest a refuge found And 's Charity like Streams did still abound His only joy was to supply the wants And gratify the Pray'rs of Supplicants 'T was no State-Cushion nor a golden Ass Whose trappings made him for Heroick pass But was a mighty Column of our State Whose sacred Vertues did themselves dilate The gilded blandishments of Court which Souls Clog'd with this drossy World too much controuls His noble mind as Trifles did neglect Such Pamphlets Souls so great do still reject His Sails were ne're swel'd up with flattery But he 'd discern such Plots with a quick Eye His justice would allow no undue praise His Merits only shou'd his Trophies raise Heav'n him too good to live on Earth did count Hence he like Bird of Paradise did mount Maeand'ring to the Mansion up on high Which Heav'n provided for 's integrity Just Heav'n For the
Whilst thou dost strut like th' Assi ' th' Lions skin Adorn'd without but still an Ass within He 's like the Jay drest up i' th' Peacock's Plumes Who Parents merits to himself assumes And when these trapping Toys are claim'd away He will become a scoff a naked Jay Heroick Fathers honour proves a shame To Sons when they build on their Fathers Fame And nought perform themselves whereby may seem As Rivals of their Ancestors esteem Nay more he sacrilegious doth become Who steals his Father's honour from his Tomb For from the dead he derogates their Fame Who from their Acts doth take his borrow'd name Thus Parents noble Actions and Renown We most unjustly claim and call our own If thou then wouldst true honours pitch ascend Go to thy mind t' Heroick Vertues bend On the Fire-Works LET Earth at Lightning stand amaz'd no more Nor dread a Thunderbolt when Claps do rore Since Heaven thereby its Triumphs seem'd to shew When our Great Jove for Joy did thunder too But 's sacred NVMEN brandished no Darts ' Less those of Love to penetrate our hearts So Heaven and Earth did Rivals prove in joy When flash for flash and clap for clap they 'd pay The more to celebrate the Princely Son Whom without doubt the future Age will own Heir to his Father's Vertue as his Crown But as the Royal Consorts view'd the Thames Streaming with Fire how did they gild the flames With sacred lustre How the Stars on high Receiv'd a Gloss from their bright MAJESTY Spangled all o'r our Hemisphere did grow Eclipsed Tapers glimmer'd in Heav'ns Brow Stars shon i' th Air and brighter STARS below From whose kind influence may more joys still flow And may that VIVAT REX still flame and burn Till Stars do melt and Fate doth dread her Urn. THE Oxford-Triumph OR The Academicks Congratulating his Grace the Duke of ORMOND their new Chancellor 1. NO more let swelling Deluges of Tears The mourning Oxford drown No more let Groans the yielding Air divide Nor Thamesis in hoarser murmurs glide ' Cause its Great Patron soar'd above our Spheres To an Immortal Crown 'T is true his Merits were so great so high That Time can ne'r confound his Memory But Oxford lo the springing Day Displays new Symptoms of thy joy 2. Look how Aurora with redoubled Light Doth Nights black Veil disperse See how the radiant Phoebus on us streams With greatest lustre his new-rising beams The Eaglets winging to th' East their direct flight Good Omens do rehearse That now no cries resounding in the Strand Fair Oxford's Columns shall triumphant stand And to their new-made Basis pay Brave Victims of their hearts this day 3. Thy Ormond Oxford left thee not alone Distracted in thy grief Thy calm Castalia may flow gently on And still the Muses sport in Helicon A second Vice Apollo gilds thy Throne That Day-Star of relief Thus Heav'n repairs thy loss Thou now can'st shew A strong Palladium and a Phosphore too Thy old Mecaenas lives in 's Heir For Merit as for Title rare 4. With how great Pomp then and with what applause With what surprizing joy Should the blest Alma Mater grace the Morn Let bright Apollo's crisps her Front adorn Let Choirs of Muses sing the joyful Cause And round Parnassus play Let all Minerva's Candidates rejoice And let a Morning Ave be their Voice That Persian-like they may adore Their rising Sun their growing Pow'r 5. Oh let the Choristers o' th' Vocal Grove Their blooming hopes salute Let 'em build stately Pyramids of praise And fame their Patron worthy of their Bays Under whose influence they may court their Love Keep Daphne in pursuit May our whole Athens boast its Halcyon days And through each Clime diffuse its splendid rays That all may now it 's happy State With Eulogies congratulate A Description of a Battel MArch on March on The Foe has seiz'd the Field And vows he 'll dy o' th' spot before he 'll yield Prepare your Arms Great Sirs th' event to try Come on Come on let 's fight for Victory Draw up the Horse the Foot-men I 'll dispose Fire brave Boys agen agen have 't our Foes The Drums do beat the Cornets rattle round And Tara-tara-tantara doth sound The Smoke like Clouds involves the heavenly Light The dismal Day can scarce be known from Night The clam'rous Shouts do shake the lofty Skies And the tumultuous noise to Heaven flies The Darts do whirl the Bullets storm like Hail The roaring Ordnances break a Foil Here drops a Hector there Achilles falls Here gasps one there another half-dead crauls The prancing Steed receives his mortal wound And falling casts his Rider to the ground Where both do wallow in the bloudy Gore And Oh! most wretchedly are trampled o'er The sparkling Swords against each other twang When Panoplia doth stave off the Bang The Spear-men dip their hastal Points in bloud The Earth is drowned in a Crimson Floud The Conqueror now sheaths his blunted Sword And to his tired Souldiers gives the Word Retreat Retreat We now have won the day Let 's haste t' our Camp without a longer stay The ground is strew'd with Corpse The lively Souls The priding Victor with his pow'r controuls This wants a Limb another wants his Head Here lies a mangled Trunk all Members fled The pious Mother weeps her Darling's Fate The loving Wife condoles her Husband's State. What stony-hearted Scythian can't bemoan These ruins under which the Earth doth groan Now stately Trophies shew the Victor's praise And 's Acts commemorate to future days Of Woman O Nature Nature too too kind and free Whilst thou would'st seem to Man and pious be Thou prov'dst unkind Thy gifts did noxious prove Thou kill'dst him under a pretence of love For lo when thou would'st first create for Man A Help-meet Woman thou did'st him trepan She only proves a sweet delightful pain At best and doth his doting heart restrain She stupifies his sense with secret Charms And under present bliss brings future harms Nay when she can a wretched Man once rule She 'll prove his Governess and him befool What mischief hath not this confounded Crew Of Women done all former times can shew Who tempted pious Adam first to fall Who Mortals did with cursed Sin enthral Who Man from Paradise did first debar Who was the only cause of ten years War When Dust and Ashes bury'd antient Troy Who did the valiant Sampson's strength betray A damn'd confounded Woman the worst of woes The cursed'st Plague that Nature could impose She yielded first to Sin and still persists Therein when she attempts what e'r she lists And runs on like a Horse without a rein That nothing can her wicked thoughts restrain She loves revenge with all her Soul and Blood Hence through Flames she 'll rush to let fly the Flood Of Passion floating in her angry Breasts To plague and pester those whom she detests She suffers no reproof and no controul But like Medea will
i' th' Chaos roul The World and kill her dearest Darlings too But she 'll take sad revenge on those that do Hare injure her or like a Jason force A horrid hateful dismal dire divorce Lo Women can the worst of Crimes contrive And hotter furious Spirits do them drive If therefore you would take your gentle ease O Man and live a Life that may you please Don't dote on Woman learn to be content Without this painted pain and sweet torment On the King's Progress LET Persian Monarchs rust in secret Thrones And with Tiara's vail their torpid Bones Great James our Prince hath found a nobler way Whereby his Subjects may obeysance pay For who can duly rev'rence Majesty That lies enwrapt in Clouds of secrecy Ixion-like we do our selves betray When tho' we know not yet we do obey Heroick Breasts to sleep obscure do scorn But love to shew themselves for Scepters born All silent Cells aspiring vertue spurns And through all obstacles to light returns Black Vice and shame may seek a lurking Cave But Royal Vertues an appearance crave That Prince is best who like Heav'n's Champion streams On every place his bright Phoebean beams And with the influence of his Heav'nly rays Doth bless his Realm and cause Halcyon days How worthy therefore is our gracious Prince Who th' World of 's Majesty doth thus convince Plain Symptoms too of 's Clemency appear Whose splendour lightens our dark Hemisphere Hail great'st of Kings and best of Princes too Who so great Emblems of thy love dost shew Hail Europe's Gem and England's sole Defender Who dost to us thy radiant Beams Surrender With what applauding Pomp then should all grace Thy splendent God-like and Majestick Face Go to rejoice nay celebrate his Praise And 's Fame commemorate to future Days Of the Spring OLD Frosty Winter now at length retreats And blust'rous Boreas mitigates his threats Phoebus draws nigh Phoebus doth now salute With 's splendent Rays which do the Earth recruit The Days extend fourteen hours pass away Before the am'rous Ev'ning crowns the day The murm'ring Brooks their Icy Bands do shun And in their solit course do sweetly run The Earth puts off her frozen Cloak of Snow And fragrant Violets with Lilies blow Each Meadow decks her self with divers Flow'rs And doth adorn her Front with Prime-rose Tow'rs The spangled Dazes do now represent So many Stars i' th' Heav'nly Firmament The lofty Poplar doth now grace his head With new-sprung Garlands which before seem'd dead The painted Fruit-Trees too do fairly bloome Which gives us hopes of great increase to come The joyful Fields do sweetly laugh and sing Triumphing i' th'approach of th' welcome Spring Reviving Zephyrus doth gently move The florid Daffodils The Turtle-Dove Now courts his Mate Th' aspiring Lark now flies Aloft and seems to beat the azure Skies The Feather'd Crew all testify 't is Spring When with their various Notes the Woods do ring Sweet Philomela tunes her warbling Notes And to the silent Night her Charms devotes Swift-winged Progne hath now crost the Seas Once more the lab'ring Peasant's Ears to please The Cuckow too calls forth the honest Dames To hear their Hen-peckt Cuckold Husbands Names The chatt'ring Pye now builds her lofty Nest And tends her tender Brood with careful Breast Old Age now leaves the Hearth that bright Sol's Beam Might once more on her hoary pate now stream The lazy Shepherd feeds his sporting Sheep And with his Pipe doth tune himself asleep The spruce young Lovers now i' th' dawn o' th' day Do seek their Nymphs and with 'em fondly play Brown Amaryllis in the Plains doth dance And Corydon doth with her nimbly prance Since all things therefore at this time rejoice Let Mirth and Joy now be the common Voice Of the Winter GRey-headed Hyems now alas returns And happy dayes our Hemisphere now spurns Our dismal Globe puts on a Tragick Face And all this mortal Scene doth lose its grace Our Coasts that glorious Orb of Heav'n the Sun Lo ev'ry day now more and more doth shun Zeph'rus is gone and blust'rous Boreas roars Beating the Waves against the rocky shores No Philomela tunes her various notes And to the calmer Ev'ning charms devotes False Progne now has crost the stormy Seas Seeking than ours a warmer Port of ease Th' Hybernal Flocks unto our Shores are come Being cursed Harbingers of future doom The piercing Frosts have nipt the fragrant Flow'rs And ev'ry Mead has lost her Prime-rose Tow'rs Where the fair Crocus was then wont to blow The Earth's involv'd in winding sheets of Snow The lofty Poplar has now shed his hair And in obeysance to the Fates stands bare The Riv'lets now with Icy Chains are ty'd And can't i' th' solit currents purling glide A Remora t' all bus'ness too is put The Shepherd freezes in his open Hut And can't his Flocks i' th' spacious Plains now feed And th' hunger-starven Swains from Plows are freed Nor can they by their Art manure the Earth Which labours under a penurious dearth Thus Nature now doth seem to be dissolv'd And th' World i' th' Chaos to b' almost involv'd But as fair Calms more furious Storms succeed As after Day the Night puts on with speed So after joyful times there follows woe And Joy and Grief alternately do go Let 's therefore not in these our Ills repine But to the Fates Decrees our Wills resign A general Petition of a School requesting a Cock-Fight of their Master LO here great Sir your tender Pupils all With joint-consent do to you prostrate fall Requesting one poor kindness which from you To doubt an Emblem of our Crimes would shew 'T would plead our guilt if we should not implore Authority that bears as well as pow'r propensive Will to grant You can't deny Concession Sir is your chief property On this Foundation then we build we sue And at your Altar humbly beg that you Would this once more our solemn Games allow And let our Pit with streaming Blood now flow As heretofore 't was wont Hark Gallus crows Calls us to see and 's Foe to feel his blows Each object to this Royal Match invites As when an Hector with Achilles fights True Valour here doth still triumphant sit To bear great Souls we may learn from the Pit No small advantage Sir there lies in it Since Courage is the sum of Homer's Wit. May you then grant good Sir that we enjoy This brave instruction by the sport to day But pardon if we seem too bold i' th' suite Since they who fearful ask themselves confute A Dialogue between Alexander the Great and Diogenes the Cynick stating the perplexities of Greatness with the tranquillity of a low Fortune Diogenes HAil thou Great Monarch of this Earthly Globe Jove's Viceroy hail whom Purple doth enrobe Alexander Why call'st me Great If thou admir'st my Fate Why dost thou live thus in this sordid state If thou affect'st a noble Royalty Turn up thy Tub a Courtier thou shalt be Diogenes