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<P>Clara&s;tella; Together with <HI>Poems occa&s;ional, Elegies, Epigrams, Satyrs.</HI></P>
<P><HI>By</HI> Robert Heath, <HI>E&s;quire.</HI></P>
<P>LONDON, Printed for HUMPH. MOSELEY, and are to be &s;old at his Shop at the &s;igne of the Princes Arms in S. <HI>Pauls</HI> Church-yard, 1650.</P>
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<HEAD>THE STATIONER To the Reader.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Gentlemen,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>_I Pre&s;ume upon your Candour in the En|tertainment of the&s;e Poems; otherwi&s;e I &s;hould de&s;pair of the Authours mer|cy; I confe&s;s my pre&s;umption great, that have ventured to the Pre&s;s without his knowledge; but the <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">allantne&s;s and Ingenuity of the
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Gentleman is &s;o Eminent in every thing, that I could not imagine, but that the meane&s;t of his recreations, (for &s;uch was this) might carry much in it, worthy of the publick view: be&s;ides the approbation of &s;ome friends hath heightened my de&s;ire of publi&s;hing it; who (upon their revi&s;ing of it) do a&s;&s;ure mee, that it is a <HI>&s;weet piece of excellent fan|cie,</HI> and worthy to be called the Au|thours own i&s;&s;ue. Upon this Confi|dence, I expo&s;e it to the world, and remain</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Your faithfull &s;ervant in this or any other way, H. MOSELEY.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
<PB REF="3">
<HEAD>To my honoured friend M^r <HI>R. H.</HI> on his rich <HI>Poems</HI> and <HI>Satyrs.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>_THou'rt gone, and yet Thou'rt here, to let us &s;ee</L>
<L>The pow'r of <HI>ver&s;e,</HI> how't makes <HI>Ubiquitie:</HI></L>
<L>Thus th'husbandman away the Harve&s;t bears,</L>
<L>And leavs the Poor to glean &s;om &s;catter'd ears&punc;</L>
<L>Thus we enjoy the Tap-wort of thy Mu&s;e,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t others quaff off thy Diviner juyce:</L>
<L>That thou wilt drop the&s;e Crums, 'tis Comfort yet</L>
<L>To them that Cann't de&s;erve thy Cates to eat;</L>
<L>Thy Dainties are for forreign pallats, wee</L>
<L>Are ble&s;s'd with &s;craps, That too, no thank to thee;</L>
<L>For had not Fate, or Providence thrown us The&s;e,</L>
<L>Hunger had been our Fare&mdash;and without Ea&s;e.</L>
<L>But I have &s;een thy choyce&s;t cheer, and wi&s;h</L>
<L>Thy &s;everal Arts to th'making up one di&s;h:</L>
<L>Thy rich Compo&s;ures. I have &s;een Thee Frame</L>
<L>Varietie in that, which was the &s;ame:</L>
<L>But much-good-do't-you Friends! for Wee're not right,</L>
<L>Either in Pallat, or in Appetite.</L>
<L>Ne'r fewer Raptures in an Age, le&s;s wit,</L>
<L>Le&s;s Judgement, Fancie, Poetry, and yet</L>
<L>Th'unthri&s;ty &s;cience ne'r more credit gain'd,</L>
<L>Nor Poe&s;ie in greater triumph raign'd:</L>
<L>The <HI>Laurel</HI> fades on Mercenary browes,</L>
<L>But on the neck of Honour <HI>&s;preads</HI> her boughes.</L>
<L><PB REF="4">When Salary and profit rul'd the Age,</L>
<L>Some few, would, now and then, ride po&s;t, a &s;tage;</L>
<L>But Now 'tis otherwi&s;e&mdash;the Nobler &s;teed</L>
<L>Fames fleetest Cour&s;ers, <HI>Pega&s;us</HI> own breed</L>
<L>Do &s;tately praunce 'bout <HI>Helicons</HI> Lov'd Brink,</L>
<L>And at the <HI>Mu&s;es</HI>-Well would daily drink.</L>
<L>The Alteration of the Times is &s;uch,</L>
<L>Great ones turn Poets now&mdash;and &s;o grow rich.</L>
<L>All witt at <HI>Livery</HI> &s;tood <HI>before,</HI> but now</L>
<L>The Gentry are at lei&s;ure, a Lord too&punc;</L>
<L>Can &s;pare his great attendance, whilst hee &s;its</L>
<L>And Votes&mdash;Happy the man 'Can <HI>live</HI> by's wits.</L>
<L>And &s;uch art Thou&mdash;</L>
<L>Had'&s;t thou breath'd, then, thine Ayres, &s;o pure and free</L>
<L>Th'ad&s;t won the <HI>VVench,</HI> that now enjoy'&s;t the Tree;</L>
<L><HI>Apollo,</HI> then, would ba' been forc'd t' re&s;ign,</L>
<L>His Court&s;hip (friend) would have come &s;hort of Thine:</L>
<L>The greater favour, thine, I take to bee,</L>
<L>While Hee gra&s;ps Her, &s;hee twines Her Arms 'bout Thee.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>G. H.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poems">
<PB N="1" REF="4">
<HEAD>POEMS, &amp;c.</HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Temple of Virtue.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>_REach me an Eagles plume! or take</L>
<L>From <HI>Mercurie</HI>'s Aethereal wing</L>
<L>Some highborn quil my pen to make,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t I of Virtue &s;ing!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Th'Imperial Bay which Poets wore</L>
<L>In <HI>Saturn</HI>'s age, and humbly grew</L>
<L>From ba&s;e ignoble earth, is poore;</L>
<L>My Temples &s;ome more new</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Unheard-of garland &s;hall inve&s;t;</L>
<L>One of <HI>Apollo</HI>'s burni&s;h'd hair</L>
<L>Twi&s;ted with threds of life, and dre&s;t</L>
<L>With <HI>Sol</HI>'s bright raies, Ile weare.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hence all prophaner ears! my Lyre</L>
<L>Exalted to Seraphick height,</L>
<L>Ecchoes &s;treins worthy &s;uch a Quire,</L>
<L>And &s;corns a lower flight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mounted me thinks on <HI>Pega&s;us,</HI></L>
<L>From the de&s;pi&s;ed world I flie</L>
<L>Aloft in clouds, where &s;oaring thus</L>
<L>I view this Deitie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There &s;its &s;he crown'd in glorious &s;tate,</L>
<L>And white&s;t robes of Innocence;</L>
<L>Not in that poore de&s;pis'd e&s;tate</L>
<L>As &s;he was bani&s;ht hence.<GAP DESC="missing"></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="4" REF="5">
<L>I'th'mid&s;t of a fair&punc; temple, there</L>
<L>Unto her Honour con&s;ecrate,</L>
<L>Her handmaids 'bout her Royal chair</L>
<L>Adorn'd with Trophies wait.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh did blind mortals but behold,</L>
<L>How &s;he di&s;pen&s;eth gifts each where</L>
<L>To her attendants, I'd be bold</L>
<L>They would with greater care</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Serve at her Altars! but alas!</L>
<L>They fondly &s;leight her here below,</L>
<L>And think her nothing worth, becau&s;e</L>
<L>Shee doth &s;o meanly go.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They do not know what Conque&s;t 'tis</L>
<L>To have o'rcome one Rebel vice,</L>
<L>What crowns of joy he purcha&s;es</L>
<L>Who gets &s;uch victories.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Virtue</HI> rewardeth &s;ure, though late;</L>
<L>Who growes &s;oon rich by policie</L>
<L>And thriving Arts, doth purcha&s;e hate,</L>
<L>And robs his market, he</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus by fore&s;talling it. Light gains</L>
<L>Make heavie pur&s;es: Hone&s;tie</L>
<L>That doth it &s;elf reward, di&s;dains</L>
<L>Boones oft in mode&s;tie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For <HI>Virtues</HI> &s;ake lets her affect</L>
<L>And not for prai&s;e or benefit</L>
<L>Accruing thence, &s;uch by-re&s;pect</L>
<L>Robs both our &s;elves, and it.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh what a glorious Court doth there</L>
<L>Of all the <HI>Graces Virtues</HI> too</L>
<L>In female &s;hape and dre&s;&s;e appear!</L>
<L>As if they would out-doe</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Heav'ns in &s;plendour, and confine</L>
<L>All worth unto that &s;ex! behold</L>
<L>Where <HI>Mode&s;tie</HI> in blu&s;h divine</L>
<L>With Ro&s;es &s;et in gold</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Triumphant &s;hines! and clo&s;e by her,</L>
<L><HI>Silence</HI> that Pythagorean grace</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="5">Hee taught his &s;cholars, but by far</L>
<L>More becomes female race.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next her &s;its <HI>Innocence</HI> arrai'd</L>
<L>In &s;now-white robes, and on her head</L>
<L>A Chaplet wears of <HI>Love</HI> all made</L>
<L>And Lillies mingled.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hard by this Peer &s;its <HI>Cha&s;titi<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">,</HI></L>
<L>Her ears clo&s;e bound about, for fear</L>
<L>(Though crown'd with Lillies too) le&s;t &s;he</L>
<L>Should ought offen&s;ive hear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>By her with book in hand, her eies</L>
<L>Fixt upwards &s;its true <HI>Pietie,</HI></L>
<L>As &s;he with Prai'r cou'd pierce the skies,</L>
<L>Crown'd with a Galaxie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There <HI>Love,</HI> here <HI>Affabilitie,</HI></L>
<L>And by her, noble <HI>Gentlene&s;s;</HI></L>
<L>By whom &s;its faithful <HI>Con&s;tancie,</HI></L>
<L>Each deckt in &s;everal dre&s;&s;e:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Lowe&s;t of all <HI>Humilitie</HI></L>
<L>Stands gravely by, as who wou'd &s;ay</L>
<L>(Though She were crowned too) that &s;hee</L>
<L>Serv'd waitingmaid that day.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>More do I Laureate view among</L>
<L>The&s;e holy Nymphs: but oh! I &s;ee</L>
<L>High above all this &s;acred throng,</L>
<L>A richer Deitie,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To whom the&s;e homage did, &s;o fair,</L>
<L>That I'l approach and neerer prie;</L>
<L>Chiefly our eies delighted are</L>
<L>With Curio&s;itie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor is't enough one <HI>Grace</HI> to know;</L>
<L>The way's all pav'd with &s;tars, to bli&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>We mu&s;t from one to th'other go,</L>
<L>And climb to perfectne&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I'l through each Glorie then, and &s;ee</L>
<L>What mighty Godde&s;&s;e dwelleth there,</L>
<L>Ruling with &s;o much Maje&s;tie</L>
<L>In this diviner &s;phere.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="6" REF="6">
<L>It mu&s;t be &s;he, and Shee alone,</L>
<L>(Unle&s;s my dazled eies mi&s;take)</L>
<L>Whom all the&s;e Virtues wait upon,</L>
<L>And their Queen Regent make.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis &s;hee: lov'd <HI>Clara&s;tella,</HI> &s;he</L>
<L>The&s;e Virtues <HI>court:</HI> with who&s;e faire &s;tore</L>
<L>All mankind might enriched be,</L>
<L>And yet not leave her poor.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy pardon yet dear Quinte&s;&s;ence</L>
<L>Of all perfection! if I&mdash;</L>
<L>In this thy holy conference</L>
<L>Intruding pre&s;&s;e too nigh.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Twas <HI>Love</HI> did guide me to thy &s;hrine,</L>
<L>Where I'l adoring &s;erve alone</L>
<L>Thee, <HI>Virtues</HI> &s;elf, who&s;e &s;oul divine</L>
<L>doth make the&s;e all, but one.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On a du&s;t got in <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI>'s eie.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>CAn I with patience this my rival &s;ee</L>
<L>Courting tho&s;e flames &s;o long ador'd by mee?</L>
<L>Forcing her &s;hut her eies from me, and thaw</L>
<L>A tear, which all my &s;ighes ne'r thence could draw?</L>
<L>Can&s;t thou &s;mall crum of earth eclips my Sun,</L>
<L>And make it &s;et in clouds e'r day be done?</L>
<L>Could ought but Atomes to this Orb a&s;pire?</L>
<L>Dur&s;t ought but du&s;t approach &s;o great a fire?</L>
<L>Hence thou unluckie beam, but more unkind,</L>
<L>That mak'&s;t at once me and my <HI>Stella</HI> blind!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What have I &s;aid? my pious rage hath burn'd</L>
<L>Too hot, and hath on the wrong object turn'd:</L>
<L>Forgive me little moat; I know thou'rt free;</L>
<L>How hath my angry zeale accu&s;ed thee?</L>
<L>'Las thou wa&s;t thither onely &s;ent by me,</L>
<L>My guiltle&s;s loves unhappy <HI>Mercurie.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="7" REF="6">
<L>Would&s;t know then (Faire&s;t?) whence this du&s;t doth ri&s;e?</L>
<L>'Tis caus'd by th'flaming &s;parkles of thine eies,</L>
<L>Which like the lightning through my veins have &s;hot</L>
<L>Such ardent flames of love, &s;o &s;corching hot,</L>
<L>My heart's ev'n burnt to a&s;hes; hence it flies,</L>
<L>Du&s;t as you made it, back into your eies.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> &s;inging to the Eccho at <HI>Aythorn</HI> Church in <HI>Kent.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>'TWas when the Sun had purpled all the We&s;t,</L>
<L>And newly &s;tole into his Ro&s;ie ne&s;t</L>
<L>To bring the Tartars morn; our Nymph was grown</L>
<L>Weary with walking, and did lay her down</L>
<L>Upon the tender trefoiles, glad to yield</L>
<L>Unto &s;o &s;oft a pre&s;&s;ure, in a field</L>
<L>Neer <HI>Aythorns</HI> holy Church, to &s;atisfie</L>
<L>Our joynt reque&s;ts with her &s;weet harmonie;</L>
<L>In a &s;erene &s;til Summers evening,</L>
<L>Fair <HI>Stella</HI> did exalt her voyce and &s;ing.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And as the torrent of her melodie</L>
<L>Did genly flow in new varietie</L>
<L>Of melting &s;treins, in who&s;e &s;woln rap&s;odies</L>
<L>Shee cool'd the dayes heat, and thus fann'd the skies,</L>
<L>Her Zephyre breath no &s;ooner whi&s;per'd to</L>
<L>The &s;acred walls, but &s;treight was an&s;wer'd too;</L>
<L>As if her Angel voyce had eccho'd bin</L>
<L>By the ble&s;t mu&s;ick of &s;ome Cherubin:</L>
<L>Whil&s;t from the Church the li&s;tning Spirit there</L>
<L>Through envie of her phan&s;ies chirp't to her,</L>
<L>And with di&s;tingui&s;ht tones in ev'ry mood</L>
<L>And skilful accent made her murmurs good.</L>
<L>'Twas in the Church this Rival dwelt; 'tis there</L>
<L>A better Eccho wil our &s;ighings hear</L>
<L><PB N="8" REF="7">And an&s;wer too, though ne'r &s;o &s;oftly groand:</L>
<L>(Where live thou &s;til in this thy &s;phere enthron'd)</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Soon as Shee did perceive her Art out-done</L>
<L>By the invi&s;ible divi&s;ion</L>
<L>Of the Reporters voyce, &s;he &s;tretcht her throat</L>
<L>And warbling daunced on a treble noat</L>
<L>In loftier mea&s;ures. The&s;e th'<HI>Eccho</HI> likewi&s;e &s;ent</L>
<L>More perfect back, than from her fir&s;t they went.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Shame now 'twixt grief and anger plac'd, did rai&s;e</L>
<L>Our <HI>Stella,</HI> and provoke to &s;econd laies:</L>
<L>One whiles &s;he &s;oars like the morns Lark on high,</L>
<L>As with exalted voyce &s;hee'd pierce the skie,</L>
<L>Then with a &s;ullen flat and deeper ba&s;e,</L>
<L>As &s;he would marrie her Immortal laies</L>
<L>With her diviner Odes, &s;he humbly dwels</L>
<L>O th' <HI>Gamut.</HI> Th'<HI>Eccho</HI> too this le&s;&s;on &s;pels,</L>
<L>And thus repeating de&s;cants&punc; on each &s;trein</L>
<L>Much more di&s;tinctly reli&s;h'd and more plain.</L>
<L>How have I lov'd Church-mu&s;ick e'r &s;ince I</L>
<L>Fir&s;t there heard this &s;o heav'nly harmonie?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus by alternate &s;trivings as they had</L>
<L>Ev'n &s;ung the Sun a&s;leep, and made us &s;ad</L>
<L>In their behalf, &s;carce knowing which t'admire,</L>
<L>And count the Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e of this holy Quire:</L>
<L>Our <HI>Stella</HI> did attempt it once again</L>
<L>To get the conque&s;t; but alas! in vain</L>
<L>She &s;triving tir'd, and tir'd was fain to yield,</L>
<L>While the Church-Saint was heard the la&s;t i'th' field.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="9" REF="7">
<HEAD>On Loving at fir&s;t &s;ight.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SO &s;miles the Sun indeed with cheerful eie</L>
<L>On the bright gold his raies inform'd; and &s;o</L>
<L>Doth that its borrow'd beams reflect. But why</L>
<L>Our hearts turn'd Solar, &s;hould each other wooe</L>
<L>In &s;ilence by a&s;pect, I wonder, I.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Heliotrope that marks with watchful eie</L>
<L>His <HI>Sol</HI>'s beloved face, and gathers thence</L>
<L>Tho&s;e am'rous features which he there did &s;pie,</L>
<L>Pre&s;erving them by &s;ecret influence,</L>
<L>Waits on him with religious Loyaltie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>By &s;ighes and groans &s;o wooe the Turtles, and</L>
<L>Thus doe the Mutes by &s;ignes articulate</L>
<L>My&s;teriou&s;ly each other under&s;tand;</L>
<L>And in this <HI>Brachygrapie</HI> can relate</L>
<L>Their wils, with onely help of eie and hand.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nature and Art doth the&s;e in&s;truct, but we</L>
<L>Led with more rea&s;on do our loves expre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>By louder organs tongues: though the eie be</L>
<L>The &s;ouls true &s;peaking index I confe&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Yet do we more believe the ear, than eie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Our formes in <HI>mirrours</HI> weep with us, or &s;mile;</L>
<L>So at the&s;e chri&s;tal ca&s;ements of the eies,</L>
<L>Our other &s;elves are repre&s;ented, while</L>
<L>Each vi&s;ual beam by repercu&s;&s;ion is</L>
<L>Fir&s;t met, and &s;o retort by joynt recoyle.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus from the &s;parkling beam of eithers eie,</L>
<L>Fann'd by their medium air, their hearts prepar'd,</L>
<L>Like tinder, catch Loves fire by &s;ympathie,</L>
<L>And mingle flames. Let Lovers then award</L>
<L><HI>Cupid</HI> his eies, &s;ince theirs &s;o wel can &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="10" REF="8">
<HEAD>On a black mole on <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI>'s faire check.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HOw fair a Character hath Nature wrot!</L>
<L>And printed on her cheek in black and white!</L>
<L>While this i'th' fairer Copie is no blot,</L>
<L>But a ful period; that the Reader might</L>
<L>The better under&s;tand the &s;ence, and know</L>
<L>That here Shee &s;topt, and could no further go.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As when the skilful Arti&s;t hath expre&s;t</L>
<L>With lively colours a fair countenance,</L>
<L>Yet he at la&s;t doth &s;hadow forth the re&s;t,</L>
<L>And &s;o with &s;hades the beauty much advance:</L>
<L>So Nature having drawn this lovely piece,</L>
<L>VVith this <HI>la&s;t &s;hade</HI> perfects her Artifice.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis like the mark o'th' richer text: or hand</L>
<L>O'th' margent leading to &s;ome Paradi&s;e,</L>
<L>VVhere't points at &s;ome choi&s;e flow'r i'th' garden, and</L>
<L>Bids you there fix, and fea&s;t your greedie eies:</L>
<L>This molehil's <HI>Cupids</HI> throne, on which he &s;its,</L>
<L>And with his love-arm'd &s;hafts each brea&s;t he hits.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let meaner beauties patch their painted faces,</L>
<L>Studying the black art of complection,</L>
<L>Nature hath here without Arts helping Graces,</L>
<L>Firmly engraved all perfection.</L>
<L><HI>Stella</HI>'s the pattern which they imitate;</L>
<L>They have no form but what they do create&punc;</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="11" REF="8">
<HEAD>Bleeding at the no&s;e at <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI>'s approach.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SO at the Murtherers approach we &s;ee</L>
<L>The Corps weep at its wounds again;</L>
<L>And I who fir&s;t was &s;lain</L>
<L>And rob'd of Rea&s;ons &s;oul by thee,</L>
<L>Walk but a living Corps, and drawing nigh,</L>
<L>Thus doth my guiltle&s;s blood thy murther crie,</L>
<L>From my dead heart it flowes, and boldly there</L>
<L>It &s;tares thee in thy guiltie face</L>
<L>(Fair cruel Murthere&s;&s;e!)</L>
<L>Soon as I thee approach more neat:</L>
<L>While thus the &s;pirits all emitted are,</L>
<L>And for thee blu&s;hing in my face appear,</L>
<L>Yet back thou &s;mal remainder of my life</L>
<L>And bid my drooping heart revive</L>
<L>Which thus again may live,</L>
<L>Could it but &s;ome remor&s;eful grief</L>
<L>Rai&s;e in thee at this horrid &s;ight, that then</L>
<L>You may be quit, and I no Gho&s;t agen.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Seeing Her Dancing.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>RObes loo&s;ly &s;lowing, and a&s;pect as free,</L>
<L>A carele&s;&s;e carriage deckt with mode&s;tie;</L>
<L>A &s;miling look, but yet &s;evere:</L>
<L>Such comely Graces 'bout her were.</L>
<L>Her &s;teps with &s;uch an evenne&s;s &s;he wove,</L>
<L>As &s;hee could hardly be perceiv'd to move;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t her &s;ilk &s;ailes di&s;plaied, &s;hee</L>
<L>Swam like a &s;hip with Maje&s;tie.</L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="9">As when with &s;tedfa&s;t eies we view the Sun,</L>
<L>We know it goes though &s;ee no motion;</L>
<L>So undi&s;cern'd &s;he mov'd, that we</L>
<L>Perceiv'd &s;hee &s;tirr'd, but did not &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To her having got a great Cold.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHat bla&s;ting dewes are the&s;e</L>
<L>That on thy active &s;pirits &s;eize?</L>
<L>And tie that tongue, did make</L>
<L>Mu&s;ick to all that heard it &s;peak?</L>
<L>As by the fire Ice is</L>
<L>Made by Antiperi&s;ta&s;is;</L>
<L>So doth thy hearts flame within</L>
<L>And th'warm ayr ambient 'bout thy skin</L>
<L>And colder &s;elf, congeal it</L>
<L>To &s;uch a coldne&s;&s;e you &s;carce feel it.</L>
<L>'Tis &s;o: the heat is more inten&s;e</L>
<L>And glowes by th'numne&s;s of each &s;en&s;e.</L>
<L>But oh! that vital part</L>
<L>Kil not (thou cruel fro&s;t!) her heart!</L>
<L>May th'Elemental fire</L>
<L>That burns there purely through de&s;ire,</L>
<L>Scorch, like our fires below</L>
<L>More fiercely, for the fro&s;t and &s;now!</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Invocation to <HI>Cupid.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>OH do not look me dead, fair eies!</L>
<L>Do not allure and then de&s;pi&s;e!</L>
<L>Be kind but as your picture! that</L>
<L>Will look and &s;mile, though you will not.</L>
<L><PB N="13" REF="9">Ye Gods! or women make le&s;&s;e fair!</L>
<L>Or el&s;e le&s;&s;e cruell then they are!</L>
<L>Or &s;trike me <HI>Cupid</HI> blind like thee,</L>
<L>So I my torment &s;hal not &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To one blaming my high-minded Love.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TOo great? wherein? is it in wealth or bloud?</L>
<L>Or is &s;he any way too good?</L>
<L>The &s;acred trea&s;ure that I bring, is <HI>Love,</HI></L>
<L>Angels enjoy nor wi&s;h no more;</L>
<L>'Tis Sovereign too, and &s;ans allay will prove</L>
<L>As rich as both <HI>her Indies</HI> doubled o're.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Love makes equality; nor wil admit</L>
<L>Finites &s;hould bound an Infinite:</L>
<L>Who &s;ets no value on him&s;elf, &s;hal ne'r</L>
<L>By others much e&s;teemed be.</L>
<L>Blind <HI>Cupid</HI> doth a&s;&s;i&s;t the bold, while fear</L>
<L>Unman's the heart, and &s;huts the Lovers eie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;he is high and wel-di&s;cended; true;</L>
<L>My birth &s;tiles me as freeborn too;</L>
<L>No pea&s;ant bloud doth &s;tein or chil my veins,</L>
<L>And the proud Youth that warms them, he</L>
<L>Was of a Godde&s;&s;e born, and thus di&s;deins</L>
<L>I &s;hould adore le&s;&s;e than a Deitie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My loves diviner flames do upwards flie</L>
<L>By nature like their &s;parks on high;</L>
<L>Ba&s;e heavy things do only downward tend</L>
<L>To the dull center gave them birth;</L>
<L>But heav<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">n-deduced &s;pirits there a&s;cend:</L>
<L>Whil&s;t low ignoble minds fix to their earth.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mans &s;ight erected looks to Heav'n, that &s;o</L>
<L>His thoughts he there might level too:</L>
<L><PB N="14" REF="10">She is the <HI>Empyraeum</HI> of my love;</L>
<L>Who&s;e Glories though they bla&s;t mine eys,</L>
<L>Yet &s;hall my Eagles &s;inged feathers prove</L>
<L>Bright Trophaees of a gallant enterpri&s;e.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI>'s Picture drawn very like her.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>FAir &s;hadow of a fairer &s;ub&s;tance! when&punc;</L>
<L>Thy lively &s;econd &s;elf I &s;ee,</L>
<L>Nature doth blu&s;h that by Arts pow'rful pen</L>
<L><HI>Stella</HI> agen create &s;hould bee.</L>
<L>See where She all identifi'd appears</L>
<L>Except that &s;oul we cannot &s;ee!</L>
<L>Whil&s;t this, her eys, forme, &s;hape, and colour wears,</L>
<L>And 'cud it breath, w'ud &s;ay 'twere She.</L>
<L>Bright Image of my Saint! to thee I'd bow,</L>
<L>Were it not flat Idolatrie,</L>
<L>To think thoult hear what &s;carce <HI>deaf &s;he</HI> wil do,</L>
<L>In hope thy lips can an&s;wer, I.</L>
<L>Yet will I make this holy u&s;e of thee:</L>
<L>The looking oft on thee may mind</L>
<L>Me of that more re&s;pectfull Deitie</L>
<L>That to my prai'rs may be enclin'd.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On Mrs. <HI>E. H.</HI> having red haire on her head, and on her left &s;ide a pure white lock&punc; growing.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TEll me no more of <HI>Helen</HI> fair,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Daphne,</HI> or that famous pair&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="15" REF="10">Of lovely Dames whom <HI>Jove</HI> did court</L>
<L>And tempted to his bed of &s;port.</L>
<L>Such a fair wonder I &s;hal tel</L>
<L>The Golden age cann't paralel:</L>
<L>Her hair the riche&s;t <HI>Metal</HI> yields,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t &s;he like <HI>Ceres</HI> gilds the fields:</L>
<L>And her &s;mooth fle&s;h with red and white</L>
<L>So fitly mixt, &s;o purely bright,</L>
<L>While the choi&s;e flow'rs there &s;mile &s;o gay,</L>
<L>She's fair as <HI>Flora</HI> fre&s;h as <HI>May.</HI></L>
<L>Lillie and Ro&s;e dwell in her face,</L>
<L>In ev'ry look and &s;mile a <HI>Grace,</HI></L>
<L>And in whom all is under&s;tood</L>
<L>What we count either Fair or Good.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As is the Saints more precious head</L>
<L>With gilded raies environed;</L>
<L>So 'bout this Comet you &s;hal &s;ee</L>
<L>The Embleme of her Deitie.</L>
<L>Such light &s;urrounds, that all may &s;ay</L>
<L>'Tis &s;he not <HI>Phoebus</HI> rules the day;</L>
<L>While tho&s;e loo&s;e flames about her &s;pread,</L>
<L>Irradiate, not &s;hade her head.</L>
<L>Let me adore this Saint-like Shrine,</L>
<L>Ther's trea&s;ure in this golden mine:</L>
<L>It was not <HI>Ja&s;on,</HI> no; 'twas She</L>
<L>That got the Golden Fliece, <HI>not he.</HI></L>
<L>She who&s;e &s;weet looks and glorious hair</L>
<L>Dart like warm lightning through the air:</L>
<L>That in this golden &s;how'r of love</L>
<L>She &s;eems like <HI>Danae</HI> fit for <HI>Jove;</HI></L>
<L>And the gilt threads which twi&s;ted lie</L>
<L>Wreathed with Arts Embroaderie,</L>
<L>About her Temples, in her prai&s;e</L>
<L>A Garland and a Crown do rai&s;e.</L>
<L>Why &s;hould fond Phan&s;ie then compare&punc;</L>
<L>The &s;adder with the brighter haire?</L>
<L>Black tre&s;&s;es' come the browner hue</L>
<L>To &s;et it off the better: you</L>
<L><PB N="16" REF="11">Need no &s;uch foile; your Angel face</L>
<L>Wants neither beauty, worth, nor grace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But here! behold a <HI>&s;ilver beam</HI></L>
<L>Which from this Blazing-&s;tar doth &s;tream,</L>
<L>And in &s;uch curling waves doth flow</L>
<L>About her Ivory brea&s;t below;</L>
<L>White as the &s;oul &s;he wears within,</L>
<L>Doth &s;peak her pure and free from &s;in!</L>
<L>Not the blancht &s;now or Pearly dew</L>
<L>Of Morn, affords a brighter hue.</L>
<L>Here is that Chri&s;tal milky way</L>
<L>Which leads (like morning to the day)</L>
<L>To Heav'n: oh thither let me come</L>
<L>And climb to loves <HI>Ely&s;ium!</HI></L>
<L>So fitly on her left &s;ide plac't,</L>
<L>And with &s;uch beauty it is grac'd,</L>
<L>That Nature &s;ure when this &s;he gave her,</L>
<L>Bid her there wear it as her favour.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As in our Heraldry we deem</L>
<L>The&s;e colors of the be&s;t e&s;teem,</L>
<L>With <HI>Sol</HI> and <HI>Luna</HI> blazing forth</L>
<L>The nobler Arms of higher worth:</L>
<L>So Nature having drawn this piece</L>
<L>(Then which was never artifice</L>
<L>So neatly pen'd and poli&s;ht o'r</L>
<L>With skilful art and beauty more)</L>
<L>Re&s;olv'd for its great worth and fame,</L>
<L>To put it in a Golden frame.</L>
<L>If in the&s;e outward parts we find</L>
<L>Such worth; what bears her richer mind?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>May this fair grove then never fade!</L>
<L>Or be by bla&s;ting time decaid!</L>
<L>May age ne'r hoar that lovely hair,</L>
<L>Or leave that golden mountain bare!</L>
<L>May not thy envious kemb pre&s;ume</L>
<L>To pluck from thee one precious plume!</L>
<L>But if you &s;hed a hair let't prove</L>
<L>A chain to lead thy captiv'd love</L>
<L><PB N="17" REF="11">Or let 't a holy Relique be</L>
<L>Pre&s;erv'd to after ages free.</L>
<L>That the &s;ucceeding times may tell,</L>
<L>This from the Queen of Beauty fell.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Amoris Somnium. <HI>To</HI> Clara&s;tella.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LOve is a waking dream, where both the mind&punc;</L>
<L>And all the &s;en&s;es drownd in &s;leep we find:</L>
<L>Only the Phan&s;ie worketh, that doth range</L>
<L>And to a thou&s;and &s;trange <HI>Idaeas</HI> change.</L>
<L>For as in dreams we often turn, and &s;igh,</L>
<L>And groan, as if we were about to die,</L>
<L>Sometimes we &s;tartle as we were afraid,</L>
<L>Then breath di&s;tracted words, and cry for aid:</L>
<L>So in a trance true Lovers re&s;tles are,</L>
<L>Fraught with di&s;order'd thoughts, and ful of care,</L>
<L>So &s;peechles too, when they with grief oppre&s;t</L>
<L>Speak &s;omewhat, and in &s;ighs do vent the re&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Stella!</HI> when thus you &s;ee me, wake me pray;</L>
<L>You know what ayles me, though I nothing &s;ay.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> &s;inging.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>YE that in love delight</L>
<L>Approach this &s;acred Quire, and fea&s;t your ears!</L>
<L>Whil&s;t &s;he the &s;weete&s;t <HI>Syren</HI> &s;ings,</L>
<L>Who&s;e mu&s;ick equals the harmonious &s;pheres,</L>
<L>And perhaps richer plea&s;ure brings!</L>
<L>The dying Swan or <HI>Philomel</HI></L>
<L>O'th' wood, not warble's half &s;o wel;</L>
<L><PB N="18" REF="12">Ob&s;erve the cadence where each dying &s;ound,</L>
<L>Creates new Eccho's to a &s;ift rebound.</L>
<L>Here's mu&s;ick to the &s;ight:</L>
<L>She looks and &s;ings with &s;uch Maje&s;tick grace,</L>
<L>That when I <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> hear,</L>
<L>She more than woman &s;eems, her voice and face</L>
<L>Taking at once both eie and eare,</L>
<L>That which of the&s;e two &s;en&s;es may</L>
<L>Be mo&s;t refre&s;ht, is hard to &s;ay.</L>
<L>To glorifie her after death, Shee'l ne'r</L>
<L>Need change; She's Angel now, and Heav'n is here.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="dialogue">
<HEAD>A Love Dialogue between <HI>Damon</HI> and <HI>Stella.</HI></HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>I Prithee <HI>Stella</HI> why &s;o coy?</L>
<L>Be free as fair, and wee'l enjoy</L>
<L>New plea&s;ures to Eternitie.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stel.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;O no: I dare not, I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Nature's Apo&s;tate wilt thou prove,</L>
<L>That cements all with love?</L>
<L>When all her creatures coupled are,</L>
<L>Will you be &s;ingular?</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stel.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Though all were Male and Female made,</L>
<L>Yet none &s;hal me in vade.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>View but our mother earth who&s;e fruit</L>
<L>Ads all the glory to it!</L>
<L>Where all things generate with delight,</L>
<L>And feeling appetite.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stel.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>I don't abjure &s;ocietie,</L>
<L>'Tis fate commands Antipathie.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>The Sun who&s;e powr'full influence</L>
<L>Actuates each &s;oul with &s;ence;</L>
<L>Inflames cha&s;t Turtles with de&s;ires;</L>
<L>And can you want <HI>&s;uch</HI> fires?</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="19" REF="12">
<SPEAKER>Stel.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Yes: and <HI>that</HI> bird &s;hal imitate</L>
<L>That lives without a mate.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Th' Arabian foul is cha&s;t alone</L>
<L>Becau&s;e it is but one:</L>
<L>For had wi&s;e Nature made them two,</L>
<L>They wu'd like Doves and Sparrows do.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stel.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Yet the cha&s;t <HI>Phaenix</HI> is admir'd,</L>
<L>And thought the rare&s;t bird.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>No: &s;he is Natures wonder, 'cau&s;e</L>
<L>She only breaks her laws;</L>
<L>For which a Martyr in de&s;ire,</L>
<L>She penance doth in fire.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stel.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>But I &s;hall die with cold. <HI>Dam.</HI> How then</L>
<L>Can you inflame us men?</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stel.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Although mine eie may &s;parkle, yet</L>
<L>My heart is frozen quite.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chorus.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>With warm embraces, hot de&s;ires,</L>
<L>And with loves &s;oft yet active fires,</L>
<L>Let's warme each other til we prove</L>
<L>One flaming &s;acrifice to Love.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> playing &s;weetly on the Lute.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THat empty guts of bea&s;ts, and hollow wood,</L>
<L>So rare a &s;ound &s;hould make, what mortal wu'd</L>
<L>Believe? did he not &s;ee what heav'nly hand</L>
<L>Made the &s;trings move and breath, at who&s;e command</L>
<L>They died, or Ecchoed from the &s;acred Quire</L>
<L>Lays, did our &s;ouls as wel as them, in&s;pire?</L>
<L>His lo&s;t <HI>Euridice</HI> when <HI>Orpheus</HI> won,</L>
<L>Alas, his skil compar'd with thine, was none:</L>
<L>He only taught the rocks to dance, you move</L>
<L>Each &s;tony heart, inflam'd by you, to love;</L>
<L><PB N="20" REF="13">Then with your powr'ful and enchaunting hand</L>
<L>Turn us to &s;tones agen, and make us &s;tand</L>
<L>Like unmov'd Statues, whil&s;t amazed we</L>
<L>Attend the voice of heav'ns ble&s;t harmonie,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How the Gods li&s;ten to her graceful ayrs</L>
<L>Attentive as to Saints devouter pray'rs?</L>
<L>Wi&s;hing &s;hee'd in tho&s;e dying &s;ounds expire</L>
<L>In &s;wanlike exta&s;ie, to fil their quire!</L>
<L>Hark how &s;he whi&s;pers from that holy bow'r,</L>
<L>An Ep'taph for each wounded Auditour!</L>
<L>While from her &s;weeter hand the warbling lyre</L>
<L>Borrows that &s;weetnes we &s;o much admire.</L>
<L>Toucht by her quickning joints the active &s;trings</L>
<L>Leap to expre&s;&s;e their joys, whil&s;t the &s;ound brings</L>
<L>Such new delight; I could but wi&s;h this bli&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>That hearing her, I had no &s;en&s;e but this.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To <HI>Clara&s;tella.</HI> Loves enterteinment.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen Love was exild Heav'n, and to and fro</L>
<L>For want of friends did here a begging go,</L>
<L>To &s;eek relief, in this &s;ad pilgrimage</L>
<L>I entertein'd the Youth my maenial page.</L>
<L>And though he was of many held in &s;corn,</L>
<L>Yet knew I he was of a Godde&s;&s;e born.</L>
<L>For who&s;e fair &s;ake I took him home, and laid</L>
<L>Him in the faire&s;t lodging that I had.</L>
<L>I cloath'd the hunger&s;terved wretch when he</L>
<L>Was almo&s;t dead for cold and mi&s;ery:</L>
<L>Daily I fed him with my &s;ighs, and in</L>
<L>My tears he quencht his thir&s;t and bath'd his skin.</L>
<L>Encourag'd thus the lad grew &s;awcie, he</L>
<L>Would from a &s;ervant now a Ma&s;ter be.</L>
<L><PB N="21" REF="13">Fir&s;t he entic'd my thoughts and cuningly</L>
<L>Wrought their con&s;ent to the Con&s;piracie;</L>
<L>Then he fa&s;t bound my &s;en&s;es by <HI>&s;urpri&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>That &s;o he might at th' <HI>Porthole</HI> of mine eys</L>
<L>Bring in's A&s;&s;ociate; then &s;et th' <HI>fort</HI> on fire,</L>
<L>Having betraid the <HI>brea&s;tworks</HI> to de&s;ire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You are that Godde&s;&s;e hatcht and &s;ent this &s;pie,</L>
<L>I therefore do forgive his treacherie.</L>
<L>(Fair Empre&s;&s;e) now y'have got it by a wile,</L>
<L>I'l teach you how to keep it: with a &s;mile.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> walking in the Snow that di&s;&s;olved a&s;&s;oon as it came near her or the ground &s;he trod on.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen Heav'ns Mercurial drops flew gently down,</L>
<L>As they would cloath not pierce the ground;</L>
<L>Yet they no &s;ooner landed and faln near</L>
<L>Her Glories, but 'twixt grief and fear</L>
<L>Le&s;t by her candor their's &s;hould be outvyd,</L>
<L>In Envies tears di&s;&s;olving di'd.</L>
<L>So have I &s;een bright falling Stars in &s;how,</L>
<L>Quench in dark gellies here below,</L>
<L>When they fal&s;e Meteors did (de&s;cended) &s;pie</L>
<L>A truer light in <HI>Stella</HI>'s eie:</L>
<L>Thus not hearts only when her warmth is felt</L>
<L>But Snow and fire it &s;elf do melt.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="22" REF="14">
<HEAD>To <HI>Clara&s;tella.</HI> Loves Silence.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AY me! when I</L>
<L>Am blind with pa&s;&s;ion why</L>
<L>Should my be&s;t rea&s;on &s;peechle&s;&s;e prove?</L>
<L>Doth joyes exce&s;&s;e</L>
<L>(Which words can nere expre&s;&s;e)</L>
<L>In &s;ilent Rhetorick &s;peake my love?</L>
<L>If &s;o; each &s;mother'd &s;igh wil vent my &s;mart,</L>
<L>And &s;ay, I love not with my tongue, but heart.</L>
<L>But oh! if She</L>
<L>(Blind boy!) &s;hould chance to be</L>
<L>As deaf, as my di&s;cour&s;e is dumb,</L>
<L>Ile never more</L>
<L>Thy Deitie adore,</L>
<L>Or to thee 'ere for refuge come.</L>
<L>O when thou &s;ee'&s;t me &s;tand thus mute and blind,</L>
<L>For pitties &s;ake (my <HI>Stella!</HI>) then be kind!</L>
<L>Know that &s;uch love</L>
<L>Like Heav'ns comes from above,</L>
<L>And is beyond expre&s;&s;ion large;</L>
<L>Language is weak,</L>
<L>And &s;hould I &s;trive to &s;peak</L>
<L>Words would but le&s;&s;en not di&s;charge.</L>
<L>My Loves deep Sea's as &s;ilent as profound:</L>
<L>Ful Caskes &s;tand mute, only the empty &s;ound.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="23" REF="14">
<HEAD><HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> di&s;tru&s;ting.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>YOu &s;ay you love me, nay can &s;wear it too,</L>
<L>But &s;tay Sir t'wil not doe;</L>
<L>I know you keep your oathes</L>
<L>Ju&s;t as you wear your cloathes;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t new, and fre&s;h in fa&s;hion;</L>
<L>But once grown old you lay them by,</L>
<L>Forgot like words you &s;peak in pa&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>I'le not believe you, I.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> affrighted at the &s;ight of a Cats fiery eies in the dark, which cau&s;ed her to &s;hreik.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THy &s;hril voyce pierc'd each apprehen&s;ive ear</L>
<L>Deep, as thy heart could &s;mitten be with fear;</L>
<L>That, if I had not known the tongue, I could</L>
<L>Ha'wi&s;ht it out: but &s;ince fate pleas'd I &s;hould</L>
<L>Be thus o'th' &s;udden thunder-&s;trucken, why</L>
<L>Saw I no lightning from thy troubled eie?</L>
<L>Forewarn'd thus had I been forearm'd, and though</L>
<L>Prevented not, I had fore&s;een the blow.</L>
<L>Ne'r weeping Stag, thus frighted, cry'd &s;o loud</L>
<L>Though by his thir&s;tie foes &s;o clo&s;e pur&s;u'd,</L>
<L>As thou (fair) <HI>Stella</HI> at the &s;ight of that</L>
<L>Some Heathen wor&s;hip as their God, a Cat,</L>
<L>VVho&s;e glaring eies did unexpected &s;hine</L>
<L>But with like wonder for to gaze on thine.</L>
<L>And as they at ful Moon encrea&s;e: &s;o now</L>
<L>The fulne&s;s of your glory &s;well'd them too.</L>
<L>Since lightning flew from each amazed eie,</L>
<L>I mar'l not &s;uch a clap did follow, I.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="24" REF="15">
<HEAD>On a Fleabite e&s;pied on her fair hand.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BEhold how like a lovely fragrant Ro&s;e</L>
<L>Mid&s;t a fair Lillie bed,</L>
<L>Or &s;et in Pearl like a bright Rubie &s;hows,</L>
<L>This little &s;pot of red!</L>
<L>Art could not die a Crim&s;on half &s;o good</L>
<L>As this was made by th' tincture of her bloud.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The cunning Leech knew that the riche&s;t bloud</L>
<L>In azure veins did lie;</L>
<L>Choo&s;ing thy young &s;oft tender fle&s;h for food</L>
<L>Re&s;olv'd thus to feed high:</L>
<L>Thus being Nectar-fill'd and &s;well'd with pride,</L>
<L>He thinks he's now to you <HI>by bloud</HI> alli'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O how I envy thee &s;mal creature, and</L>
<L>Ev'n wi&s;h thy &s;hape on me,</L>
<L>That &s;o I might but ki&s;&s;e that &s;acred hand</L>
<L>That giveth life to thee!</L>
<L>That which I hardly now can cover'd ki&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Then I might naked touch and ta&s;t my bli&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And though for drawing &s;o much guiltles bloud</L>
<L>Thou wel de&s;erv'&s;t to die,</L>
<L>With a gold chain about thy neck, I wu'd</L>
<L>Have thee kept daintilie</L>
<L>As <HI>Scaliger</HI>'s was in a box; and &s;hown</L>
<L>As <HI>Stella</HI>'s gentle Fairie up and down.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="25" REF="15">
<HEAD>On the taking of an Amethi&s;t ring from off <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI>'s finger as &s;he was &s;leeping.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THou &s;acred &s;tone who&s;e native heat pre&s;ervs</L>
<L>Man as he was created, rational,</L>
<L>Infu&s;e thy virtues through my Optick nervs!</L>
<L>Thus while thy temp'rance I behold, I &s;hal</L>
<L>In &s;tupid draughts my health and rea&s;on ne'r enthral.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Rubies that mo&s;t re&s;emble flames, are &s;o</L>
<L>Devoid of heat no fire can warm them, wine</L>
<L>Thus though this cheerful &s;tone re&s;embles too</L>
<L>Scorns yet to &s;toop to <HI>Bacchus</HI> reeling Vine</L>
<L>Or let his Oppium prey upon his &s;prite divine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thou more enchanted than was <HI>Gyges</HI> ring</L>
<L>Keep then my &s;ouls eys ope while others lie</L>
<L>Steept, or transform'd in wild <HI>Lyoeus</HI> &s;ing</L>
<L>Io's to madne&s;s, yet do thou let me</L>
<L>Un&s;een but to my &s;elf approach this Deitie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How't blu&s;hes for me at the guilt of this</L>
<L>High &s;acrilege! Yet though from her I got</L>
<L>This virtue &s;leeping, &s;he not plundred is.</L>
<L>Fair <HI>Stella</HI> wears a better Antidote</L>
<L>Both for and 'gain&s;t the falling &s;ickne&s;s: wot you wat?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="42" REF="16">
<HEAD>Loves Expiration.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BY cu&s;tom who &s;o bold as he</L>
<L>That cannot &s;ee?</L>
<L>Yet I by &s;ad experience find,</L>
<L>My love's mo&s;t mode&s;t when mine eles are blind:</L>
<L>Why &s;hould my coward tongue el&s;e fear to tel</L>
<L>My &s;he Phy&s;ician I'm not wel,</L>
<L>Who&s;e only art</L>
<L>Can cure the pa&s;&s;ion of the heart?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Why do&s;t thou &s;how &s;uch crueltie</L>
<L>(Young Boy) on me?</L>
<L>Wa&s;t not enough to wound my heart?</L>
<L>Then to add blindne&s;s to my former &s;mart,</L>
<L>But make me &s;peechle&s;s that I cann't complain?</L>
<L>Thus hopele&s;s to be wel again?</L>
<L>What puni&s;hment</L>
<L>Is grief that cannot find a vent?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ah <HI>Cupid!</HI> if thou wilt that I</L>
<L>For her mu&s;t die</L>
<L>Let me but tel her fir&s;t 'twas &s;he,</L>
<L>She only that did cau&s;e my maladie.</L>
<L>A&s;&s;i&s;t my tongue with &s;o much courage, I</L>
<L>May tel her 'tis for her I die!</L>
<L>Perhaps my grief</L>
<L>May thus di&s;charg'd, find &s;ome relief.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="43" REF="16">
<HEAD>On a Chri&s;tal Watch pre&s;ented to <HI>Clara&s;tella.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THou careful Steward of my precious time</L>
<L>I now tran&s;mit thee to a hand &s;ublime</L>
<L>And <HI>heav'nly,</HI> that wil guide thy mea&s;ures wel,</L>
<L>See that to her thou <HI>truth</HI> do&s;t alwaies tel.</L>
<L>When &s;he lies down to re&s;t, then Watch to chu&s;e</L>
<L>Let thy &s;oft motion quiet &s;leep infu&s;e.</L>
<L>But when &s;he waking turns her in her bed</L>
<L>Then be thou nimbly bu&s;ie 'bout her head.</L>
<L>Put her in mind of me! and to her &s;ay</L>
<L>Though &s;he lies &s;til, yet the time poa&s;ts away:</L>
<L>Charge her not lo&s;e it then! but to her &s;how</L>
<L>When it is <HI>time</HI> to love! then let her know</L>
<L>That as thou &s;o I re&s;tle&s;s watch her, and</L>
<L>My watchful thoughts a guard about her &s;tand.</L>
<L><HI>Stand,</HI> at that <HI>happy hour,</HI> I find her kind,</L>
<L>Then let thy &s;peedy wings no motion find.</L>
<L>Go <HI>only fa&s;t</HI> when &s;he retards in love,</L>
<L>Then poa&s;t to &s;hort the time, then nimble prove!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>True Emblem of my love this Watch I &s;end,</L>
<L>Which to your careful keeping I commend:</L>
<L>The ballance like my heart, when that beats &s;low</L>
<L>Then fa&s;t, doth my di&s;orderd pa&s;&s;ions &s;how:</L>
<L>The &s;tring that holds al, is from <HI>Cupids</HI> bow,</L>
<L>If that &s;hould break alas it would not go:</L>
<L>The Chri&s;tal ca&s;e that keeps it, is mine eie,</L>
<L>Through which you may the &s;ev'ral motions &s;pie.</L>
<L>The Wheels are my affections which wil &s;tand,</L>
<L>If you not move them with your gentle hand:</L>
<L>Oh when it &s;lowly goes then rai&s;e it higher,</L>
<L>That from thy touch it may new life acquire!</L>
<L><PB N="28" REF="17">'Tis in your power to make it by a trick</L>
<L><HI>Go fa&s;t or &s;low,</HI> by turning of the nick.</L>
<L>Let it not once go down! Watches you know</L>
<L>With little re&s;t they oft forget to go:</L>
<L>Love like the Sun &s;hould ever active be,</L>
<L>Which when 't declins, it ri&s;eth in&s;tantly.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Of Love and Liking.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TO like or not to like, doth lie</L>
<L>In the election of a curious eio:</L>
<L>But &s;hould I only what I &s;ee approve,</L>
<L>This were but liking and not love.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Or t'would be general, as Boys</L>
<L>At the fir&s;t &s;ight long for their glorious toys,</L>
<L>Which they embrace til fre&s;h varietie</L>
<L>Shews fairer objects to the eie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Go Mu&s;e! and let my <HI>Stella</HI> know</L>
<L>I like her per&s;on wel: but tel her too!</L>
<L>I love her &s;oul with mine, and thus I find</L>
<L>When out of &s;ight &s;he's in my mind.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="dialogue">
<HEAD>Dialogue between <HI>Sylvio</HI> and <HI>Mirtillo.</HI></HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syl.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>TEl me (if ever you did feel</L>
<L>The pow'r of <HI>Cupids</HI> fatal &s;teel)</L>
<L>Why the young Tyrant ads di&s;dein</L>
<L>Thus to compleat a true loves pain?</L>
<L><PB N="29" REF="17">Why faithful Lovers &s;eldom prove</L>
<L>Belov'd again of tho&s;e they love?</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Myrt.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Oh 'tis becau&s;e true Lovers are</L>
<L>Too &s;ervil fond, and Women care</L>
<L>For things though good if ea&s;ie, le&s;t:</L>
<L>The dear and hard to get plea&s;e be&s;t.</L>
<L>For &s;hould we them but le&s;s adore,</L>
<L>They'd puni&s;h le&s;s and love us more.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syl.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>But when the Amori&s;t doth find</L>
<L>His love rebukt by &s;ome unkind</L>
<L>Repul&s;e, why doth he yet admire?</L>
<L>And with &s;ick hopes &s;til feed de&s;ire?</L>
<L>Him&s;elf afflicting thus in vain</L>
<L>With hopes of what he cann't obtein?</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Myrt.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Ah <HI>Sylvio!</HI> Love is a di&s;ea&s;e</L>
<L>That doth o'th' vital &s;pirits ceaze,</L>
<L>Who&s;e dregs time only mu&s;t expel:</L>
<L>Hunger in &s;ick folks doth foretel</L>
<L>Deaths &s;ad approach; &s;o love&s;ick men</L>
<L>When that's a dying rave agen.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syl.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Why doth he not then &s;trugling trie</L>
<L>Or to &s;hake off this Lethargie,</L>
<L>Or as &s;ome peevi&s;h &s;ick men u&s;e,</L>
<L>Deny'd what they would have, refu&s;e</L>
<L>All comfort, and with like di&s;dein</L>
<L>Since She de&s;pi&s;es hate again?</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Myrt.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>True lov's not like an Ague fit</L>
<L>That doth of cold and heat admit;</L>
<L>'Tis a quotidian feaver that</L>
<L>With con&s;tant heat doth thir&s;t create.</L>
<L>That with its warmth doth make each day</L>
<L>Summer, and knows no Month but May.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<LG>
<L>Repent not then thy wel plac't love, though &s;he</L>
<L>With the like coyne&s;s &s;light its mode&s;tie!</L>
<L>For who asks doubting le&s;t he &s;hould obtein,</L>
<L>In&s;tructs his Mi&s;tre&s;s to a coy di&s;dein.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="30" REF="18">
<HEAD>To <HI>Clara&s;tella.</HI> Loves Con&s;tancie.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>'TIs no terre&s;trial fire</L>
<L>Doth with &s;uch heat my bre&s;t in&s;pire,</L>
<L>For then your beauties Sun</L>
<L>Had lookt it to pale a&s;hes long agon.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis a Promethean flame</L>
<L>Bright as the Orbs from whence it came,</L>
<L>So heav'nly and divine,</L>
<L>Immortal too, that feeds this heart of mine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Think not (fair <HI>Stella</HI>) then</L>
<L>That I can be incon&s;tant, when</L>
<L>That love can never die</L>
<L>That borrows flames from your cele&s;tial eie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> upon a favour received from her which &s;he tied in my hat.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>MAdam!</HI> the favour I received from you</L>
<L>I have it in &s;uch high e&s;teem</L>
<L>That men might ju&s;tly deem</L>
<L>Me proud of it, 'cau&s;e to the open view,</L>
<L>I wear it alwaies in my hat,</L>
<L>There to be wondred at.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="31" REF="18">
<L>Ruling in chief there in bright Maje&s;tie</L>
<L>It doth command all caps to vail</L>
<L>And &s;ay to it, all hail:</L>
<L>As if they &s;pi'd in that &s;ome Deitie,</L>
<L>The colours they are &s;o divine</L>
<L>And with &s;uch raies do &s;hine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As forreign &s;hips yield homage whey they &s;ee</L>
<L>Great <HI>Britains</HI> &s;treamers &s;pread on high</L>
<L>And purpling all the skie:</L>
<L>So when the&s;e Ro&s;ie royal colours be</L>
<L>Di&s;plaid, then each Spectatour knows</L>
<L>That they are yours, and bows.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Juno</HI>'s gay bird boa&s;ts not &s;o brave a plume</L>
<L>Nor in its greate&s;t pride doth &s;hine</L>
<L>Like this fair flow'r of thine.</L>
<L>Me thinks I look like <HI>Memnon,</HI> could a&s;&s;ume</L>
<L>A generals place and overthrow</L>
<L><HI>Englands</HI> re&s;i&s;ting foe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A <HI>Hector</HI> fit for <HI>Mars</HI> or <HI>Venus</HI> war</L>
<L>Under the&s;e colours I could fight</L>
<L>Me thinks both day and night;</L>
<L>Attempt bold deeds, kil tho&s;e my rivals are,</L>
<L>And through revenge on each black tongue</L>
<L>That &s;hal thy honour wrong.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Wonder not at this valour! for I know</L>
<L>Under your favour, I would conquer you.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="32" REF="19">
<HEAD><HI>Clara&s;tella</HI>'s Indictment.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MY heart was &s;lain when none was by</L>
<L>But only you and I:</L>
<L>Dur&s;t it &s;elf do this act?</L>
<L>No: a &s;trange hand did &s;hoot that dart</L>
<L>Which peirc'd &s;o deep my heart,</L>
<L>Nor could I do the fact.</L>
<L>Then I'm o'th' fact acquitted, now</L>
<L>The guilt mu&s;t lie on you;</L>
<L>I wil enquire no further;</L>
<L>The proof is plain, the Boy that lies</L>
<L>Hid in your cruel eies,</L>
<L>Did do this wicked murther.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Witne&s;s your lips all &s;taind with red,</L>
<L>They &s;peak who did the deed,</L>
<L>The Crim&s;on bloud &s;ticks there,</L>
<L>And makes them at each blu&s;h confe&s;s</L>
<L>(For they dare do no le&s;s)</L>
<L>And ory we guiltie are.</L>
<L>Your pale and &s;elf-accu&s;ing look</L>
<L>As &s;oon as ere he &s;trook</L>
<L>Proclam'd you acce&s;&s;orie:</L>
<L>And your di&s;torted angry brow</L>
<L>Your ful a&s;&s;ent did &s;how,</L>
<L>To make my death a Storie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In your hearts trembling doth appear</L>
<L>Your more than guilty fear:</L>
<L>You'r by your tongue bewraid,</L>
<L>Which &s;ilently accu&s;ing, tels</L>
<L>That 'twas by you, none els,</L>
<L>My heart was fir&s;t betraid.</L>
<L><PB N="33" REF="19">By &s;igns thus murther's oft reveal'd</L>
<L>Though it lie long conceal'd:</L>
<L>This doom I wi&s;h you then,</L>
<L>If &s;til a cruel mind you bear,</L>
<L>May each man prove, when ere</L>
<L>You love, unkind agen.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On the lo&s;s of a Gold-open-ring in which &s;ome of <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI>'s hair was enclo&s;ed.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DEar Gold not in thy own &s;elf precious now,</L>
<L>But for that more intrin&s;ic value thou</L>
<L>Enclo&s;e&s;t, which rich trea&s;ure makes thee more</L>
<L>Refin'd, and hallow'd than thou wa&s;t before,</L>
<L>(Though had that finger dropt, thou once did&s;t grace,</L>
<L>I had &s;u&s;teind that fatal lo&s;s with le&s;s</L>
<L>Regret) Farwel! Yet thou dear Relique that</L>
<L>Li'&s;t here entombd and buried in this vaut</L>
<L>Of Indian clay, which now thy corps mu&s;t hold,</L>
<L>Thou did&s;t de&s;erve a richer urn than gold.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>May then that happy he &s;hal find thee, ki&s;s,</L>
<L>And then adore this unknown Shrine of bli&s;s!</L>
<L>Who&s;e worth, &s;ince he can never know, but fear</L>
<L>Some magick &s;pels within, and &s;o not dare</L>
<L>To wear thee: thus afflicted, may he bring</L>
<L>It back to me, and I'l uncharm the Ring.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But thee in vain <HI>on earth,</HI> I hope to &s;ee,</L>
<L>Ile &s;earch the Heavens, for there thou next wilt be:</L>
<L>And whereas <HI>Berenices</HI> hair was cut,</L>
<L>And at the Lyons &s;eavn-&s;tard tail was put,</L>
<L>Thy hair &s;hal &s;hine yet higher in his head,</L>
<L>And's neck &s;hal with this Ring be collared.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="34" REF="20">
<HEAD>To <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> &s;aying &s;he would commit her &s;elfe to a Nunnerie.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>STay <HI>Clara&s;tella,</HI> prithee &s;tay!</L>
<L>Recal tho&s;e frantick vows again!</L>
<L>Wilt thou thus ca&s;t thy &s;elf away</L>
<L>As wel as me in fond di&s;dain?</L>
<L>Wilt thou be cruel to thy &s;elf? cha&s;ti&s;e</L>
<L>Thy harmle&s;s body, 'cau&s;e your pow'rful eies</L>
<L>Have charm'd my &s;en&s;es by a &s;trange &s;urpri&s;e?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Is it a &s;in to be belov'd?</L>
<L>If but the cau&s;e you could remove</L>
<L>Soon the effect wou'd be remov'd:</L>
<L>Where Beautie is, there wil be love.</L>
<L>Nature that wi&s;ely nothing made in vain,</L>
<L>Did make you lovely to be lov'd again:</L>
<L>And when &s;uch beauty tempts, can love refrain?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When Heav'n was prodigal to you,</L>
<L>And you with beauties glory &s;tor'd,</L>
<L>He made you like him&s;elf for view,</L>
<L>To be beheld, and then ador'd:</L>
<L>Why &s;hould the Gold then fear to &s;ee that Sun,</L>
<L>That form'd it pure? why &s;hould you live a Nun,</L>
<L>And hide tho&s;e raies Heav'n gave <HI>to you alone?</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh do not exile Natures bli&s;s!</L>
<L>Do not Eclip&s;e &s;o great a Sun!</L>
<L>Impri&s;on not a Paradi&s;e</L>
<L>In a Religious dungeon!</L>
<L>Let the foul witch laze in her &s;mokie cel;</L>
<L>Onely black toads in reclu&s;e vaults do dwel:</L>
<L>Fair Angels live in light, the foul in Hel,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="35" REF="20">
<L>I know 'twas you fair thief that &s;tole</L>
<L>My heart away; nor thus content</L>
<L>Your cruel eies then pickt a hole</L>
<L>In that which ne'r before was rent.</L>
<L>And do&s;t thou now this heart hence think to carrie?</L>
<L>Or being guilty dar&s;t no longer tarry,</L>
<L>And &s;o to &s;hreive thee, fly'&s;t to Sanctuarie?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor is this all; your theft was higher</L>
<L>Than was <HI>Prometheus,</HI> who did take</L>
<L>From Heav'n that quick in&s;piring fire,</L>
<L>Of clods, us, living men to make:</L>
<L>You to Heav'ns trea&s;urie did find a way</L>
<L>Where all the Beauties and the Virtues lay,</L>
<L>And thence by rapine did&s;t them all convey.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Guiltie of which high &s;acrilege,</L>
<L>Do&s;t thou now mean to &s;atisfie</L>
<L>The Gods, and give thy body pledge</L>
<L>To expi'ate thy &s;ouls theeverie?</L>
<L>Stay Votre&s;&s;e! enter not this Nunnerie!</L>
<L>For thus thou wilt but draw more guilt on thee,</L>
<L>By tempting others to Idolatrie:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For when thy Glory they &s;hal &s;ee,</L>
<L>Either they'l all forget to pray;</L>
<L>Or what's as bad, they'l pray to thee,</L>
<L>And turn devotion to play:</L>
<L>Nor wil the Gods unto thy prai'rs incline,</L>
<L>If thou &s;hould&s;t &s;til continue deaf to mine.</L>
<L>Stay then fair Saint! and make my bed thy &s;hrine!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy &s;elf a holy Temple art</L>
<L>Where Love &s;hal teach us both to pray,</L>
<L>I'l make an Altar of my heart,</L>
<L>And Incen&s;e on thy lips wil lay.</L>
<L>Thy mouth &s;hal be my Oracle; and then</L>
<L>For beads we'l tel our ki&s;&s;es o'r agen,</L>
<L>Til they breath'd from our &s;ouls, &s;hal cry <HI>Amen.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="36" REF="21">
<HEAD>The <HI>Quaere.</HI> What is Love?</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>'TIs a child of Phan&s;ies getting,</L>
<L>Brought up between <HI>Hope</HI> and <HI>Fear,</HI></L>
<L>Fed with &s;miles, grown by uniting</L>
<L>Strong, and &s;o kept by De&s;ire:</L>
<L>'Tis a perpetual Vo&s;tal fire</L>
<L>Never dying,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;moak like Incen&s;e doth a&s;pire,</L>
<L>Upwards flying.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>It is a &s;oft Magnetick &s;tone,</L>
<L>Attracting hearts by &s;ympathie,</L>
<L>Binding up clo&s;e two &s;ouls in one,</L>
<L>Both di&s;cour&s;ing &s;ecretlie:</L>
<L>'Tis the true Gordian knot that ties</L>
<L>Yet ne'r unbinds,</L>
<L>Fixing thus two Lovers eies</L>
<L>A&s;wel as minds.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis the &s;pheres heavenly harmonie</L>
<L>Where two skilful hands do &s;trike;</L>
<L>And every &s;ound expre&s;&s;ively</L>
<L>Marries &s;weetly with the like:</L>
<L>'Tis the worlds everla&s;ting chain</L>
<L>That all things ti'd,</L>
<L>And bid them like the fixed wain</L>
<L>Unmov'd to bide.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="37" REF="21">
<L>'Tis Natures law inviolate,</L>
<L>Confirm'd by mutual con&s;ent</L>
<L>Where two di&s;like, like, love, and hate,</L>
<L>Each to the others ful content:</L>
<L>'Tis the Care&s;s of every thing;</L>
<L>The Turtle-dove;</L>
<L>Both birds and bea&s;ts do offrings bring</L>
<L>To mighty Love.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis th'Angels joy, the Gods delight, Mans bli&s;s,</L>
<L>'Tis all in all: without love nothing is.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> on St. Valentines day morning.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HArk how the Lyrick Chori&s;ters o'th' wood</L>
<L>Warble their cheerful noats! which under&s;tood</L>
<L>Would make us think they woo'd and &s;pake</L>
<L>In pure <HI>Tibullus</HI> phra&s;e, when he did take</L>
<L>His <HI>Lesbia</HI> to him! how they &s;ing</L>
<L>And chirp it merrily</L>
<L>To welcome in that verdant &s;pring.</L>
<L>Which makes our blood run high;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ari&s;e then heavy Mu&s;e! now winter's done</L>
<L>And the warm plea&s;ant Summer is begun;</L>
<L>Ari&s;e! and charge <HI>Aurora</HI> wake,</L>
<L>And weare her be&s;t array for this daies &s;ake!</L>
<L>Salute her fir&s;t whom I'd injoy,</L>
<L>And then let all the nine</L>
<L>To their &s;weet mu&s;ick dance and &s;ing</L>
<L>That this daies <HI>Valentine.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="38" REF="22">
<L>Great Bi&s;hop! who&s;e more &s;acred memorie</L>
<L>Crowns this ble&s;t day with due &s;olemnitie,</L>
<L>Let me invoke thy holy Shrine</L>
<L>To guide me to another <HI>Valentine!</HI></L>
<L>Lend me thy urns fair light awhile</L>
<L>With the Morns brighter eies,</L>
<L>To find that happy Shee, and &s;teal</L>
<L>Upon her by &s;urpri&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A&s;&s;i&s;t me <HI>Jove!</HI> in thy gilt &s;howrs convey</L>
<L>Me to the bed to my bright <HI>Danae!</HI></L>
<L>Le&s;t I be bla&s;ted or betrai'd</L>
<L>By the quick eies of &s;ome crackt chambermaid,</L>
<L>Got up on purpo&s;e to be &s;een;</L>
<L>And though &s;he &s;tand i'th' way,</L>
<L>Blind me t'all but my <HI>Valentine!</HI></L>
<L>Til I approach her day!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Or lend me <HI>Gyges</HI> old enchanted ring</L>
<L>That I may walk invi&s;ible! and bring</L>
<L>Me thus lockt up in clo&s;e di&s;gui&s;e</L>
<L>To the ble&s;t place where this fair beauty lies!</L>
<L>Thus undi&s;cern'd I'l pa&s;s the &s;treet,</L>
<L>Nor &s;ee, nor yet be &s;een</L>
<L>Of any until we two meet</L>
<L>(My deare&s;t <HI>Valentine.</HI>)</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Some draw their <HI>Valentines</HI> by lotterie</L>
<L>Whom they perhaps ne'r &s;aw before, but I</L>
<L>Make a far wi&s;er choice in mine,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Love</HI> elects di&s;creetly by de&s;ign:</L>
<L>Some on their hats in wafer &s;crowl</L>
<L>Their names have charact'red,</L>
<L>I on my heart thy name enroul,</L>
<L>More ea&s;ie to be read.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>See the true windows of the perfum'd Ea&s;t!</L>
<L>Breathing &s;uch odours that each &s;en&s;e may &s;ea&s;t</L>
<L><PB N="39" REF="22">To luxurie! oh 'twould &s;uffice</L>
<L>To live but one hour in this Paradi&s;e!</L>
<L>Then ha&s;te to ki&s;&s;e her balmie hand,</L>
<L>To ki&s;s her &s;hal I fear?</L>
<L>I'l gently draw the curteins, and</L>
<L>Let the bright day appear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Behold where <HI>Innocence</HI> her &s;elf doth lie</L>
<L>Clad in her white array! Fair Deitie!</L>
<L>I'l onely print upon her dewy lip</L>
<L>One loving ki&s;s and &s;o away will part.</L>
<L>Shee wakes, and blu&s;hes on each cheek</L>
<L>So red, that I may &s;ay</L>
<L>There on each &s;ide doth truly break</L>
<L>The dawning of the day.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Startle not Faire&s;t! It is I am come</L>
<L>Like th'Per&s;ian to adore the ri&s;ing Sun:</L>
<L>I'm come to view that &s;ight wou'd make</L>
<L>The good old man ev'n for thy onely &s;ake</L>
<L>Wi&s;h him alive agen, to &s;ee</L>
<L>Such a fair Saint of's name,</L>
<L>Who&s;e virtues propagate in thee</L>
<L>To his eternal fame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis I am come, who but a Friend before</L>
<L>Am hap'ly now by fate adopted more,</L>
<L>A brother or what els you deem</L>
<L>To be more neer, or of more high e&s;teem.</L>
<L>I'm come to joyn in &s;acrifice</L>
<L>To our dear <HI>Valentine;</HI></L>
<L>Where I mu&s;t offer to thine eies,</L>
<L>Knowing no other Shrine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Large Hecatombs of ki&s;&s;es I wil lay</L>
<L>On th'altar of thy lips, that men may &s;ay</L>
<L>By their continuance we are true,</L>
<L>And wil keep &s;o this year, nor change for new.</L>
<L><PB N="40" REF="23">The birds in&s;truct us to do &s;o,</L>
<L>The &s;ea&s;on too invites;</L>
<L>When &s;pring comes they a billing go,</L>
<L>As we to our delights.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Each am'rous Turtle now his Mare doth chu&s;e,</L>
<L>Whom Nature for that year by pow'rful u&s;e</L>
<L>Taught to be con&s;tant: &s;hal not wee</L>
<L>Who love with rea&s;on be as firm and free?</L>
<L>Here then our league let us begin,</L>
<L>And from this minute count</L>
<L>Thou&s;ands of ki&s;&s;es that within</L>
<L>This year &s;hal thus amount.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How &s;weet &s;hee breaths! the Zephyre wind that blows</L>
<L>Fre&s;h fragrant odours on the mode&s;t Ro&s;e</L>
<L>Sends forth not half &s;o pure a &s;mel</L>
<L>As that which on thy cha&s;ter lips doth dwel:</L>
<L>Here in this holy <HI>Temple</HI> I</L>
<L>Could fix eternally,</L>
<L>And pay the&s;e vows until I die</L>
<L>Pitied of none but thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Me thinks my arms now gra&s;p a trea&s;ure more</L>
<L>Worth than both Indies valued double o'r.</L>
<L>'Tis pitty we &s;hould ever part,</L>
<L>I &s;hould be poor, if rob'd of thee my heart:</L>
<L>The t'other ki&s;s, and though I &s;urfet on</L>
<L>The &s;weetne&s;s of thy breath,</L>
<L>The blame &s;hal lie me on alone:</L>
<L>Who'd not die &s;uch a death?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="41" REF="23">
<HEAD>To <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> in a &s;torme at Sea.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BE not afraid (fair <HI>Venus</HI> of the Sea!)</L>
<L>The&s;e waves but ha&s;te to view thy Maje&s;tie;</L>
<L>Glad to receive thee thus in &s;hoals they croud</L>
<L>With plaudities expre&s;&s;ing joys aloud:</L>
<L><HI>Neptune</HI> re&s;ults and with his watry dip</L>
<L>Gladly &s;aluteth that more happy &s;hip</L>
<L>That bears &s;o rich a trea&s;ure; knowing that</L>
<L>He a more precious gem did ne'r create:</L>
<L>Thus <HI>Triton</HI> and the Seagreen Gods do wear</L>
<L>Their fre&s;h and be&s;t array when you appear;</L>
<L>As Virgins welcom &s;pring; whereas before</L>
<L>With &s;ad &s;til blackne&s;s they &s;tood clouded o'r:</L>
<L>Thus the proud billows come but to admire,</L>
<L>To rai&s;e thy worth and thus advance thee higher;</L>
<L>While they ob&s;equiou&s;ly about you throng</L>
<L>To guard your per&s;on, not to do you wrong:</L>
<L>Thus they approach with pure affection</L>
<L>Offering their backs for you to ride upon;</L>
<L>Where if the waters troubled do appear</L>
<L>'Tis 'cau&s;e they in your brow &s;u&s;pect a fear.</L>
<L>You great Commandre&s;s both by Sea and Land,</L>
<L>Why &s;hould you then fear ought? at who&s;e command</L>
<L>Rough <HI>Boreas</HI> and the Ocean doth obey,</L>
<L>And to its Queen thus tribute &s;trives to pay.</L>
<L>I am this Ship to&s;t in the waves of fear,</L>
<L>You the Pole-&s;tar by which I only &s;teer:</L>
<L>Love the unskilful Pilot cannot &s;ail</L>
<L>Homewards if you not blow a gentle gale</L>
<L>From your &s;weet Zephire breath and &s;end relief,</L>
<L>'Twil &s;uffer &s;hipwrack in a Sea of grief.</L>
<L>In your &s;mooth face let but a calm appear,</L>
<L>Both &s;hal be happy and both free from fear.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="42" REF="24">
<HEAD>To her, the Storm cea&s;ing.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HOw <HI>Neptune</HI> &s;miles to view this Deitie</L>
<L>Which all the hoarie Gods amaz'd to &s;ee,</L>
<L>Are at a &s;tand and cannot move</L>
<L>When they behold this Queen of Love!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy brow not wrinkled now with fear, the &s;ea</L>
<L>Re&s;umes its &s;moothne&s;s by a Sympathie:</L>
<L>And whil&s;t thou &s;mil'&s;t the rougher main</L>
<L>Is levell'd to a verdant plain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A happy <HI>Halcyon</HI> calmne&s;s &s;its upon</L>
<L>The equal face of all the Ocean:</L>
<L>And not a wave his head dares &s;how</L>
<L>While thus in triumph you do go.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With &s;uch fair Wind and Weather, oh let me</L>
<L>Sail alwaies! and I ne'r &s;hal &s;ea-&s;ick be!</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> walking in her Garden.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SEe how <HI>Flora</HI> &s;miles to &s;ee</L>
<L>This approaching Deitie!</L>
<L>Where each herb looks young and green</L>
<L>In pre&s;ence of their comming Queen!</L>
<L><HI>Ceres</HI> with all her fragrant &s;tore,</L>
<L>Could never boa&s;t &s;o &s;weet a flow'r;</L>
<L>VVhile thus in triumph &s;he doth go</L>
<L>The greater Godde&s;s of the two.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="43" REF="24">
<L>Here the Violet bows to greet</L>
<L>Her with homage to her feet;</L>
<L>There the Lilly pales with white</L>
<L>Got by her reflexed light;</L>
<L>Here a Ro&s;e in Crim&s;on die</L>
<L>Blu&s;hes through her mode&s;tie;</L>
<L>There a Pan&s;ie hangs his head</L>
<L>'Bout to &s;hrink into his bed,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e &s;o quickly &s;he pa&s;t by</L>
<L>Not returning &s;uddenly;</L>
<L>Here the Currans red and white</L>
<L>In yon green bu&s;h at her &s;ight</L>
<L>Peep through their &s;hady leaves, and cry</L>
<L>Come eat me, as &s;he pa&s;&s;es by;</L>
<L>There a bed of Camomil,</L>
<L>VVhen &s;he pre&s;&s;eth it doth &s;mel</L>
<L>More fragrant than the perfum'd Ea&s;t,</L>
<L>Or the <HI>Phoeaix</HI> &s;picie ne&s;t;</L>
<L>Here the Pinks in rowes do throng</L>
<L>To guard her as &s;he walks along;</L>
<L>There the flexive Turn&s;ole bends</L>
<L>Guided by rhe raies &s;hee &s;ends</L>
<L>From her bright eies, as if thence</L>
<L>It &s;uckt life by influence;</L>
<L>VVhil&s;t She the prime and chiefe&s;t flow'r</L>
<L>In all the Garden by her pow'r</L>
<L>And onely life-in&s;piring breath</L>
<L>Like the warm Sun redeems from death</L>
<L>Their drooping heads, and bids them live</L>
<L>To tel us Shee their &s;weets did give.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="44" REF="25">
<HEAD>On the lo&s;s of <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI>'s black fan.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TEl me (fair wonder!) when the gentle air</L>
<L>Courted your wanton hair,</L>
<L>And hov'ring 'bout your face did beg a ki&s;s,</L>
<L>Proud of &s;o great a bli&s;s,</L>
<L>Why did your envious Fan to it denie</L>
<L>So cha&s;t a libertie?</L>
<L>Nor yet contented onely thus to do</L>
<L>Why did you hide it too?</L>
<L>Why did you blind tho&s;e lamps which both adorn,</L>
<L>And can mi&s;lead the Morn?</L>
<L>Believe me 'twas unkindly done to skreen</L>
<L>That light was to be &s;een.</L>
<L>Though the bright lu&s;tre of your orient eies</L>
<L>Like the more pow'rful skies</L>
<L>Or dazles me or &s;ets my heart on fire</L>
<L>When I &s;o high a&s;pire,</L>
<L>Your Ba&s;'lisk look with its bewitching art</L>
<L>Though it &s;trike dead my heart,</L>
<L>And I &s;tand Planet-&s;truck when e'r I view</L>
<L>So fair a &s;tar as you;</L>
<L>Yet do I langui&s;h like the drooping night</L>
<L>In ab&s;ence of your light:</L>
<L>(For by your beams &s;uch warmth I do receive</L>
<L>By which alone I live)</L>
<L>That if you draw a cloud before this light,</L>
<L>'Tis with me darke&s;t night.</L>
<L>VVhen <HI>Morpheus</HI> once had on my drow&s;ie bed</L>
<L>His &s;able mantle &s;pread</L>
<L>And drawn the curtains of Heav'ns Canopie,</L>
<L>Had veild the &s;tarry skie,</L>
<L>In this Cimmerian &s;lumber as I lay,</L>
<L>Me thought I wi&s;ht for day,</L>
<L><PB N="45" REF="25">Expecting when the ro&s;ie-fingred Morn</L>
<L>Should the black earth adorn;</L>
<L>When with his early raies he &s;hould affright</L>
<L>The mi&s;tie &s;hades of night,</L>
<L>At la&s;t he came, and I beheld his &s;teeds</L>
<L>Deckt in their Royal weeds,</L>
<L>And fair <HI>Aurora</HI> purpling all the skie,</L>
<L>Enlightned ev'ry eie,</L>
<L>How glad was I? and wi&s;ht that never night</L>
<L>Might mask &s;o great a light.</L>
<L>You were that <HI>Pho&s;phor</HI> I thus long'd to &s;ee</L>
<L>Hid in ob&s;curitie;</L>
<L>And now your lu&s;tre breaks forth like the day</L>
<L>Clad in her be&s;t array.</L>
<L>Oh happy lo&s;s! by which I gain a &s;ight</L>
<L>As precious as the light!</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> on a No&s;egay of flowers which &s;he wore at her bo&s;ome.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>IF Bees extract their &s;weetne&s;s from each flow'r,</L>
<L>As the&s;e, theirs, from your brea&s;t; I thee devour</L>
<L>Alive then (<HI>Stella!</HI>) when I honey eat;</L>
<L>Rare food! than Attick flow'rmel far more &s;weet!</L>
<L>Yet as rob'd flow'rs pre&s;erve their &s;mel, &s;til fair,</L>
<L>So the&s;e fre&s;h in thy bo&s;omes garden are,</L>
<L>Though blown on, who&s;e &s;weet dewes and Sun above,</L>
<L>Make them grow there feed us, &s;til fragrant prove.</L>
<L>There's &s;carce a &s;en&s;e, but tho&s;e thy flow'rs delight,</L>
<L>They plea&s;e the touch, the ta&s;t, the &s;mel, the &s;ight;</L>
<L>Yet thou the choi&s;e&s;t do&s;t this all, and moe,</L>
<L>Thou &s;weetly do&s;t our hearing ravi&s;h too.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Since like tho&s;e &s;ubtle Chymi&s;ts then, you take</L>
<L>Sweetne&s;s from them too, one more exact to make,</L>
<L><PB N="46" REF="26">Thy &s;elf, which <HI>Nectar</HI> art, oh hiv'd might I</L>
<L>Feed on thy Honey, and there melting lie!</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>Song.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>INve&s;t my head with fragrant Ro&s;e</L>
<L>That on fair <HI>Flora</HI>'s bo&s;ome grows!</L>
<L>Distend my veins with purple juyce</L>
<L>That mirth may through my &s;oul diffu&s;e!</L>
<L><HI>'Tis Wine and Love, and love in wine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>In&s;pires our youth with flames divine.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus crown'd with Paphian myrtle, I</L>
<L>In Cyprian &s;hades wil bathing lie,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;now if too much cooling, then</L>
<L><HI>Bacchus</HI> &s;hal warm my blood agen.</L>
<L><HI>'Tis Wine and Love,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Life's &s;hort, and winged plea&s;ures flie;</L>
<L>Who mourning live, do living die:</L>
<L>On down and flouds then Swan-like I</L>
<L>Wil &s;tretch my limbs, and &s;inging die.</L>
<L><HI>'Tis Wine and Love, and love in wine</HI></L>
<L><HI>In&s;pires our youth with flames divine.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> di&s;covered &s;leeping in her bed.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SLeep gentle &s;oul! and may a quiet re&s;t</L>
<L>Crown the &s;weet thoughts that harbour in thy bre&s;t!</L>
<L>Keep her ye pow'rs divine! let no foul &s;ight</L>
<L>Afflict her mind! no horrours of the night,</L>
<L><PB N="47" REF="26">No fearful &s;hapes or Apparitions</L>
<L>Di&s;turb her &s;lumbers through &s;ad vi&s;ions!</L>
<L>I charge thee <HI>Morpheus</HI> thou pale God of &s;leep,</L>
<L>See thou from her di&s;tempers, &s;tartings keep!</L>
<L>Let all her dreams be Golden! let them ta&s;te</L>
<L>Of heav'nly plea&s;ures! let them all be cha&s;t</L>
<L>Delights, Embraces, Wi&s;hes, and &s;uch new</L>
<L>And pro&s;p'rous hopes, as may at length prove true!</L>
<L>Show her rich Crowns and Garlands! then let love</L>
<L>Cha&s;t as her &s;leep, &s;uch as the Gods above</L>
<L>Enjoy, &s;teal in her mind, and repre&s;ent</L>
<L>The perfect Image of her ble&s;t content!</L>
<L>There let her fix and entertain awhile</L>
<L>A parley with her thoughts! then let her &s;mile</L>
<L>As pleas'd at th' conference, or &s;ome other way</L>
<L>By a &s;oft &s;igh let her her love betray!</L>
<L>Thus plea&s;e each &s;en&s;e with various delight</L>
<L>And with fre&s;h &s;ights prevent her appetite!</L>
<L>Thus let her &s;leep &s;ecure, that &s;he may find</L>
<L>At once both ea&s;e in body and in mind!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I charge you wake her not! no noi&s;e draw neer</L>
<L>Her bed to whi&s;per in her quiet ear!</L>
<L>See how my charms have workt! behold &s;he lies</L>
<L>Like Innocence her &s;elf in white! her eies</L>
<L>Shut 'gain&s;t all worldly vanitie, do &s;how</L>
<L>How little &s;he regards this earth below:</L>
<L>Her &s;oul within, though active, yet is &s;til,</L>
<L>Which &s;peaks the calmne&s;s of her inward will.</L>
<L>The Zephyre wind doth not more gently blow</L>
<L>Nor with &s;o &s;oft or &s;til a motion &s;low</L>
<L>As her &s;weet breath from her; here we may find</L>
<L>The even pace of a wel-temper'd mind.</L>
<L>Ble&s;s me! what thoughts po&s;&s;e&s;s my ravi&s;ht &s;oul,</L>
<L>And &s;tir my blood, I can them not controul!</L>
<L>I'm all enflam'd; and yet I dare not do</L>
<L>What the fair harmle&s;s object prompts me too.</L>
<L>She &s;tirrs; Oh! I mu&s;t vani&s;h quickly hence,</L>
<L>Le&s;t I &s;hould wake her, with &s;ome violence.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="48" REF="27">
<HEAD>To her at departure.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THey erre</L>
<L>That think we parted are</L>
<L>Two &s;ouls in one we carry,</L>
<L>Half of which though it travel far</L>
<L>Yet both at home do tarry.</L>
<L>The Sun</L>
<L>When farthe&s;t off at Noon</L>
<L>Our bodies &s;hade draws nigher:</L>
<L>My &s;oul your's &s;hadow, when I'm gone,</L>
<L>Waits clo&s;er through de&s;ire.</L>
<L>Dear heart</L>
<L>Then grieve not 'cau&s;e we part,</L>
<L>Since di&s;tance cannot &s;ever:</L>
<L>For though my body walks apart</L>
<L>Yet I am with you ever.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="elegy">
<HEAD>Elegiack Song.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LEnd me ye flouds your tears! oh more!</L>
<L>Lend me al <HI>Neptun</HI>'s watry &s;tore</L>
<L>When he drownd all mankind! that I</L>
<L>May in this deluge drown and die!</L>
<L>She's dead to me: unhappy fate,</L>
<L>That love, which burnt &s;o clear of late,</L>
<L>Is now extinct: oh help! and I</L>
<L>Wil weep hers and mine ob&s;equie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="song">
<PB N="49" REF="27">
<HEAD>To <HI>Cupid.</HI> Song.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THou that ha&s;t &s;hot &s;o many hearts</L>
<L>With thy enchanted darts!</L>
<L>(Young Archer!) if thou ha&s;t one more</L>
<L>In all thy &s;tore,</L>
<L>Send it, oh &s;end it to my Love,</L>
<L>Wing'd with the feathers of thy Mothers Dove!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Or head it with the &s;ame de&s;ire,</L>
<L>Thou did&s;t my &s;haft en&s;pire!</L>
<L>Or take thine arrow back from me!</L>
<L>'Tis crueltie</L>
<L>Sometimes not to be cruel: Oh!</L>
<L>Or &s;mite both hearts, or els unbend thy bow!</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To a Lady wearing a Looking-gla&s;s at her girdle.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GAze not on that fair Mirrour, where you &s;ee</L>
<L>Nought but the &s;hadow of your frailtie lie;</L>
<L>VVhere beautie &s;taies no longer then you look</L>
<L>On the gilt out&s;ide of that rotten look</L>
<L>Your &s;elf; where all's but du&s;t without, and &s;uch</L>
<L>Foul leaves within: why then admir'd &s;o much?</L>
<L>Since nothing can be lov'd but what hath been</L>
<L>Known to the &s;ence, or to the eie bin &s;een,</L>
<L>VVhy &s;hould you doat upon that face which you</L>
<L>Never yet &s;aw, nor have the pow'r to do?</L>
<L>VVho&s;e very &s;hape when you have often pri'd</L>
<L>And re-examin'd every part, and &s;pi'd</L>
<L>VVith &s;tricte&s;t eie each line, and &s;ymmetrie,</L>
<L>Is clean forgot, when you remove your eie:</L>
<L><PB N="50" REF="28">Which u&s;ual in&s;tance may in&s;truct you not</L>
<L>To &s;tudie that, which is &s;o &s;oon forgot.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Since you nor &s;ee your &s;elf, nor look upon</L>
<L>That form but thus by meer reflection:</L>
<L>How know you? or why think you are fair?</L>
<L>Is it, 'cau&s;e fond admirers &s;ay you are,</L>
<L>For want of judgement? or &s;ome flattring A&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Or this a great deal more di&s;&s;embling gla&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Tels a fair &s;torie to your cred'lous eie,</L>
<L>VVil you believe &s;uch Romance hi&s;torie?</L>
<L>VVhen the &s;pruce gallant courts your hand, and vows</L>
<L>Saluting it, he nothing whiter knows,</L>
<L>Then gazing upward on that heav'nly &s;phere,</L>
<L>Swears you are Angel-like beyond compare,</L>
<L>Excelling all your &s;ex; can you conceive</L>
<L>That to be true, which he did lea&s;t believe?</L>
<L>VVhen th' am'rous youth looks Babies in your eies</L>
<L>And through Loves flatt'ring optick he e&s;pies</L>
<L>At the wrong end a world of beautie there,</L>
<L>Blinded with pa&s;&s;ion thus 'twixt hope and fear,</L>
<L>VVhen he prote&s;ts he thinks he &s;ees in you</L>
<L>Some God-like form, can you believe it too?</L>
<L>VVhen knowing men di&s;&s;emble truth; alas!</L>
<L>VVil you then tru&s;t a dumb deceitful gla&s;s?</L>
<L>Embrace your &s;elfe? and like <HI>Narci&s;&s;us</HI> pore</L>
<L>Upon that Chri&s;tal til you &s;tart a flow'r?</L>
<L>(VVhich fades as &s;oon as blown,) admiring more</L>
<L>That part your &s;elfe, then others all the &s;tore?</L>
<L>Then quit that coz'ning beam! nor imitate</L>
<L>The Mermaid to be onely upwards neat</L>
<L>VVith comb and gla&s;s in hand, when we all know</L>
<L>You'ar either fi&s;h or what is wor&s;e, below.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The blanched Swan with white&s;t plumes arrai'd</L>
<L>Til by her own black skin and legs betraid</L>
<L>Did think her &s;elf the faire&s;t bird, do you</L>
<L>But look about you, you'l appear &s;o too.</L>
<L>VVhat boots a comly pre&s;ence, graceful eie,</L>
<L>If all be foul except the Phi&s;nomie?</L>
<L><PB N="51" REF="28">Wi&s;e men admire not beauty, birth or blood,</L>
<L>How rich or fair, they ask not, but how good?</L>
<L>Fir&s;t dre&s;&s;e your &s;oul! &s;ee that be fair and clear,</L>
<L>And then you'l truly beautiful appear.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To <HI>Clara&s;tella.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>'TIs not your beautie I admire,</L>
<L>Nor the bright &s;tar-light of each eie,</L>
<L>Nor do I from their beams take fire</L>
<L>My loves torch to enlighten, I:</L>
<L>No: 'tis a Glorie more divine</L>
<L>Kindles my tapour at your &s;hrine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Your comly pre&s;ence takes not me,</L>
<L>Nor your much more inviting meen;</L>
<L>Nor your &s;weet looks; the Graces be</L>
<L>(Fair Creature!) in your picture &s;een.</L>
<L>No: 'tis your &s;oul to which I bow,</L>
<L>'Tis none of the&s;e I love, but you.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How blind is that Philo&s;ophie</L>
<L>Doth onely nat'ral bodies know?</L>
<L>That views each Orb o'th' glorious skie,</L>
<L>But &s;ees not him that made it &s;o.</L>
<L>I love thy informing part, i'th' whol</L>
<L>And every part, thy all; thy &s;oul.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="52" REF="29">
<HEAD>The Farewel to <HI>Clara&s;tella.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>PA&s;&s;ion o' me! why melt I thus with griefe</L>
<L>For her who&s;e frozen heart denies reliefe?</L>
<L>Find out &s;ome other way to puni&s;h me</L>
<L>Yee Gods! and let me not the Author be</L>
<L>Of mine own death! make me forget that e'r</L>
<L>I lov'd! at lea&s;t that e'r I loved her!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet I mu&s;t love her &s;til: O cruel Fate!</L>
<L>That do&s;t true love &s;o il requite with hate!</L>
<L>Why e'r I &s;aw her did&s;t not make me blind?</L>
<L>Then had &s;he as before continued kind</L>
<L>Without pow'r to di&s;plea&s;e, her Charitie</L>
<L>Warm as my Love, and I had &s;til been I:</L>
<L>But now alas! my di&s;tant bli&s;s I &s;ee,</L>
<L>Which like my courted &s;hadow flieth mee</L>
<L>As fa&s;t as I pur&s;ue: ay mee! &s;he's gone,</L>
<L>And with her all my winged hopes are flown.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But oh! if you one drop of mercy have,</L>
<L>Let me reque&s;t you &s;hed it at my grave</L>
<L>When y'hear I died for you! Oh let there be</L>
<L>One tear at lea&s;t &s;hed from your pious eies</L>
<L>In mem'ry that I fel your &s;acrifice!</L>
<L>Where though I cannot, yet my marble wil</L>
<L>Gain&s;t the&s;e &s;oft &s;how'rs for me &s;ome tears di&s;til.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Faire&s;t farewel! and by my living love,</L>
<L>Mai&s;t thou to me when dead thus loving prove!</L>
<L>Shed from your eies perhaps one faithful tear</L>
<L>May make my a&s;hes quick again, how e'r</L>
<L>My &s;hipwrackt love in the&s;e drops bath'd, at la&s;t</L>
<L>May drowning gra&s;p what's next, and hold thee fa&s;t,</L>
<L>Which whil&s;t I liv'd it could not; thus I wil</L>
<L>Alive and dead (my <HI>Stella!</HI>) love thee &s;til.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="53" REF="29">
<HEAD>On the Report of <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI>'s death.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SHee dead? forgive me Heav'n! I'ad almo&s;t &s;wore</L>
<L>That &s;he 'bout her had nothing mortal wore:</L>
<L>Her &s;oul's immortal, and her body too</L>
<L>Since't knew no actual &s;in, mu&s;t needs be &s;o.</L>
<L>Our &s;ins do drag us to our graves, but &s;he</L>
<L>Had no &s;uch harbingers; her Pietie</L>
<L>Made her a Monarch in Divinitie,</L>
<L>And taught her how to live eternally.</L>
<L>It is not likely, guilty death &s;hou'd take</L>
<L>Such Innocence away from us, or make</L>
<L>Immortal Virtue die: old <HI>Adam</HI> &s;ure</L>
<L>Had liv'd til now, could he have liv'd as pure</L>
<L>And free from either act or thought of vice,</L>
<L>Hee had &s;urviv'd this age in Paradice.</L>
<L>Our &s;ins are our di&s;ea&s;es; onely they</L>
<L>Invoke pale death, whom we all mu&s;t obey</L>
<L>When he arre&s;ts us for the&s;e debts, we know</L>
<L>Life's the cheap ran&s;ome for the &s;ums we owe,</L>
<L>VVhich &s;he ne'r forfeited 'cau&s;e no di&s;ea&s;e</L>
<L>Upon her body or her &s;oul could &s;eize,</L>
<L>She was &s;o &s;ound and perfect: why &s;hould I</L>
<L>Believe that <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> then could die?</L>
<L>If wantonne&s;&s;e dur&s;t &s;teal into her mind</L>
<L>'Mid&s;t her &s;weet dreams, leaving a touch behind</L>
<L>Of phan&s;ied plea&s;ure, yet &s;he wakt a maid,</L>
<L>And blu&s;hing, that &s;he &s;hould be thus betrai'd,</L>
<L>By her own guiltle&s;&s;e thoughts, &s;he feard to tel</L>
<L>Ev'n what her vi&s;ions were; nor knew &s;he wel</L>
<L>What was their plea&s;ant meaning; or if &s;hee</L>
<L>Did but by chance two Lovers ki&s;&s;ing &s;ee;</L>
<L>Shee thought they did but imitate the Dove</L>
<L>Thus to affect with cha&s;t Platonick love.</L>
<L>Her &s;alutations deckt with mode&s;tie,</L>
<L>Did like her &s;miles expre&s;&s;e humilitie.</L>
<L><PB N="54" REF="30">Thus was &s;he perfect Virgin, whil&s;t her love</L>
<L>Knew n'other object but the Gods above.</L>
<L>How then dur&s;t death, tow'rds her his dart advance,</L>
<L>Who&s;e onely &s;in was harmle&s;s ignorance?</L>
<L>Why &s;hould I fondly drooping let mine eies</L>
<L>Yeild at the news, a liquid &s;acrifice?</L>
<L>Or let her dying rumour wound my years</L>
<L>Who&s;e virtue did de&s;erve a <HI>Ne&s;tors</HI> years?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I'l not believe then &s;he is dead, &s;ince I</L>
<L>Know &s;he hath merited Eternitie:</L>
<L>For were't, as envious Fame reports her gone,</L>
<L>'Twere but a happy tran&s;migration,</L>
<L>To Heav'n; where &s;til &s;he lives a Saint, and we</L>
<L>Do &s;til adore her living Deitie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To a Painter limning a Curtezan.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LEave off fond Arti&s;t, can't your wanton eie</L>
<L>Glance on a plea&s;ant face, but pre&s;ently</L>
<L>You mu&s;t go court her with your pencil, and</L>
<L>Thus &s;poil th'invention of a witty hand?</L>
<L>What need you paint her when the wicked Elfe,</L>
<L>Fearing no colours, daily <HI>paints her &s;elf?</HI></L>
<L>What mean tho&s;e naked dre&s;&s;es &s;ilks and lawn?</L>
<L>When &s;hee's much fitter to <HI>be hang'd then drawn?</HI></L>
<L>Would&s;t thou expre&s;&s;e thy art and judgement? &s;ay</L>
<L>Would&s;t thou be fam'd? I'l tel you; thus you may.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Paint me to life, a cha&s;t and virtuous Dame,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;potle&s;s honour &s;peaks her &s;til the &s;ame,</L>
<L>In who&s;e &s;mooth forehead let there be expre&s;t</L>
<L>What Virgin thoughts &s;he harbours in her brea&s;t!</L>
<L>Set forth her &s;everall Graces! and her eie</L>
<L>Make to betray a cheerful mode&s;tie?</L>
<L>Her &s;ober looks, and her a&s;pect is free,</L>
<L>Let them both innocent and &s;imple be!</L>
<L><PB N="55" REF="30">Then in her cheeks expre&s;s that blu&s;hing grace</L>
<L>Which Ve&s;tal vows have printed in her face!</L>
<L>Then let thy Phan&s;ie through her purer skin</L>
<L>Tran&s;parent make her cha&s;ter &s;oul within!</L>
<L>When you have drawn this piece, then Painter &s;ee</L>
<L>You not expo&s;e it to each common eie</L>
<L>That cannot judge! to Lovers onely tho&s;e,</L>
<L>And not to lu&s;tful eies this piece expo&s;e?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On the young and fair M^r^s <HI>M. H.</HI> her hair being unfortunately burnt by chance in the candle as &s;he was Combing her head at night.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>UNluckie Traitour! could thy greedy flame</L>
<L>Feed on &s;uch fuel, and not devoure the &s;ame?</L>
<L>How dur&s;t thy dul pale flames &s;o high a&s;pire,</L>
<L>And mix its lazie heat with Ve&s;tal fire?</L>
<L>Oh how I grieve this direful chance? to &s;ee</L>
<L>The&s;e fre&s;h leaves falling from the blooming tree,</L>
<L>And that the &s;pring which was but now begun,</L>
<L>Should thus o'th' &s;udden into Autumne run!</L>
<L>Ah cruel <HI>Atropos!</HI> why &s;o &s;oon would you</L>
<L>Thus rudely cut tho&s;e threads of life in two;</L>
<L>Tho&s;e neat di&s;hevel'd locks who&s;e every grace</L>
<L>Scorning arts help, &s;et forth a neater face?</L>
<L>With what pale horrour do I wondring &s;ee</L>
<L>This &s;ight, and fear what the event will be!</L>
<L>Methinks it now portends &s;ome overthrow,</L>
<L>Threatens &s;ome great mans ruine, and doth &s;how</L>
<L>Like lightning 'fore the thunder, bidding all</L>
<L>Be arm'd again&s;t the &s;troak: or now I call</L>
<L>To mind fair <HI>Helen Troy</HI> did &s;o admire,</L>
<L>Me thinks it repre&s;ents that town on fire.</L>
<L><PB N="56" REF="31">Had this but <HI>Lillie</HI> &s;een he would have &s;aid</L>
<L>It was &s;ome blazing Comet; and that head</L>
<L>Which was thus cri&s;ped o'r with pure&s;t raies</L>
<L>Was all a heav'nly Meteor, that did blaze</L>
<L>Her Virtues forth to the worlds open eie</L>
<L>As Emblem of her rare divinitie.</L>
<L>Or had mi&s;took thee in this borrow'd light</L>
<L>For brighte&s;t <HI>Phoebe</HI> Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e, of the night,</L>
<L>By tho&s;e bright Star-like tapours of thine eies.</L>
<L>Oh may another lovely Phoenix ri&s;e</L>
<L>From the&s;e &s;weet a&s;hes, who&s;e &s;ad fun'ral pile</L>
<L>With fragrant odours thus perfumes our I&s;le!</L>
<L>But thou cur&s;t light that wrought&s;t this Tragedie,</L>
<L>In thy own flames mai&s;t thou a martyr die.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Writ on <HI>Clara&s;tella's</HI> Busk.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MIght I o' nights in thy room lie</L>
<L>'Twixt <HI>Stella's</HI> warmer mounts of &s;now,</L>
<L>So neer her heart di&s;&s;olving, I</L>
<L>No higher <HI>Paradi&s;e</HI> would know:</L>
<L>Such envi'd bli&s;s would make me &s;tray,</L>
<L>VVhither the Gods them&s;elves would bow,</L>
<L>And leave heav'ns upper milkie way,</L>
<L>To breath in happier &s;hades below.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Deploring <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI>'s Incon&s;tancie.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>FAir and yet cruel? &s;trange me thinks that art</L>
<L>Should act ami&s;s, where Nature plai's her part!</L>
<L>Can you a gentle Saint, a Tyrant prove?</L>
<L>Can your diviner &s;oul forget to love?</L>
<L><PB N="57" REF="31">Can Winter &s;et in &s;uch a love-warm bre&s;t</L>
<L>Which was with &s;o much heat but now po&s;&s;e&s;t?</L>
<L>Are the flames dying, and loves active fires</L>
<L>Congeal'd to fro&s;ts, and freez'd to cold de&s;ires?</L>
<L>And tho&s;e fair Violet veins the verdant Spring</L>
<L>Did &s;o enliven now no heat can bring?</L>
<L>Can you that carried Summer in your lips</L>
<L>Red as the Cherrie &s;uffer an Eclip&s;e?</L>
<L>That in the Apples of your cheeks did wear</L>
<L>A fertile Autumn now no fruit can bear?</L>
<L>All heat extingui&s;ht? not one &s;park of fire&punc;</L>
<L>Now left, but to inkindle new de&s;ire?</L>
<L>Strange mixture this, when I at once may view&punc;</L>
<L>All the four &s;ea&s;ons of the year in you!</L>
<L>Some health for pitty to my hopes re&s;tore?</L>
<L>Or love me not at all, or love me more!</L>
<L>Under this Equinox my &s;hadows are</L>
<L>Quite round me; whil&s;t I live in black de&s;pair;</L>
<L>Frigid nor torrid zones can I endure:</L>
<L>They bred cold Agues, the&s;e a Calenture.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>Loves</HI> Hae&s;itation. To <HI>Clara&s;tella.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHy &s;hould I love that thing</L>
<L>Can no affection bring?</L>
<L>Since rea&s;on doth from liking draw</L>
<L>Reciproque friend&s;hip, &s;hall I thaw</L>
<L>When her love freezeth? tel me why</L>
<L>When &s;he di&s;daineth, &s;hould not I?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet Loves Religion</L>
<L>Bids me love, though &s;he frown;</L>
<L>By who&s;e more &s;acred lawes Heav'n knowes&punc;</L>
<L>We are enjoyn'd to love our foes:</L>
<L><PB N="58" REF="32">Though &s;he reject me then, yet I</L>
<L>Mu&s;t love my <HI>Stella,</HI> til I die.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Love!</HI> I your pow'rs obey</L>
<L>True love can ne'r decay:</L>
<L>And &s;ince that Virtue lives in you</L>
<L>Which made me like, and love you too</L>
<L>At fir&s;t; I am oblieg'd, and I</L>
<L>Mu&s;t love thee to Eternitie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> admiring her black Eies and Hair.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LEt others Court the Cyprian Queen,</L>
<L>Gilt tre&s;&s;es, or the Amber skin!</L>
<L>Give me black eies and hair,</L>
<L>Pre&s;um'd the face be fair,</L>
<L>And a Seraphick &s;oul within!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Swan though black below, above</L>
<L>Is the white object of our love,</L>
<L>So is <HI>Juno's</HI> prouder bird,</L>
<L>For her black eies admir'd</L>
<L>And 'cau&s;e they are &s;o; I yours approve,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Apelles</HI> limning a faire maid,</L>
<L>Let fall by chance his pen, and &s;aid</L>
<L>That though he meant it not,</L>
<L>Yet could not mend the blot,</L>
<L>It did expre&s;&s;e &s;o rare a &s;hade.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If &s;hadowes be&s;t &s;et forth a face,</L>
<L>Adorning it with beauties grace,</L>
<L>Then are you onely fair,</L>
<L>Who&s;e form beyond compare,</L>
<L>Excels the birth of humane race.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="59" REF="32">
<L>In your bright eies decipher'd are</L>
<L>The Ev'ning and &s;ame morning &s;tar,</L>
<L>Sole Glorie of the Night,</L>
<L>Deckt with &s;uch raies of light,</L>
<L>No day can boa&s;t &s;o rich by far.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Lovers Torch doth burn mo&s;t bright</L>
<L>Like Comets in the darke&s;t night;</L>
<L>And the black Boy &s;til roves,</L>
<L>In &s;ap and &s;hadie groves,</L>
<L>And like you crowns Loves &s;weet delight.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To <HI>Clara&s;tella</HI> complaining of my long ki&s;&s;es.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>MAdam!</HI> I vow I never knew</L>
<L>One creature of your &s;ex till you,</L>
<L>Find fault with what was long in men,</L>
<L>Oh do not geld my Phan&s;ie then!</L>
<L>Nor blame my plea&s;ures exta&s;ie,</L>
<L>That when each &s;en&s;e is fea&s;ted, I</L>
<L>Thus ta&s;t each pure Ambro&s;iack ki&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And by degrees melt down my bli&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh tho&s;e &s;mooth, &s;oft, and Rubie lips,</L>
<L>That fright the Sun to an Eclip&s;e,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Ro&s;ie and Virmilion hue</L>
<L>Betray the blu&s;hing thoughts in you:</L>
<L>Who&s;e fragrant Amoratick breath</L>
<L>Wou'd revive dying Saints from death,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Syren-like harmonious air</L>
<L>Speaks mu&s;ick and enchants the ear;</L>
<L>VVho would not hang? and fixed there</L>
<L>VVi&s;h he might know no other &s;phere?</L>
<L>Oh for a charm to make the Sun</L>
<L>Drunk, and forget his motion!</L>
<L><PB N="60" REF="33">Oh that &s;ome pal&s;ie or lame gout</L>
<L>Would cramp old times di&s;ea&s;ed foot!</L>
<L>Or that I might, or moult or clip</L>
<L>His &s;peedy wings, whil&s;t on her lip</L>
<L>I quench my thir&s;ty appetite</L>
<L>With the life honey dwels on it!</L>
<L>Oh for a Crane-like neck that may</L>
<L>This Nectar &s;lowly thence convey!</L>
<L>Then on this holy Altar, I</L>
<L>Would &s;acrifice eternally,</L>
<L>Offring one long continued mine</L>
<L>Of Golden plea&s;ures to thy &s;hrine.</L>
<L>I mean not <HI>Pompeys</HI> biting ki&s;s</L>
<L><HI>Flora</HI> did &s;o commend: nor his&punc;</L>
<L>Venerious &s;ip <HI>Catullus</HI> us'd</L>
<L>Where lip-&s;alve was from each infus'd</L>
<L>No: a more holy cha&s;t impre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>May th'image of each mind expre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>As perfect as the wax the &s;eal:</L>
<L>Such ki&s;&s;es do not wound, but heal.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ki&s;&s;ing, thou &s;acred ki&s;&s;ing art,</L>
<L>Onely the intellective part</L>
<L>Of plea&s;ure; by which union</L>
<L>Our &s;ouls di&s;cour&s;e and meet in one</L>
<L>Fixt Center, whil&s;t in a ful ki&s;s</L>
<L>Each am'rous line concentred is:</L>
<L>Nor doth it violate Cha&s;titie,</L>
<L>Or forfeit like Adulterie.</L>
<L>The dowry now, as heretofore,</L>
<L>(When but to &s;peak, or &s;ee, was more</L>
<L>Immode&s;t deem'd, at lea&s;t as much,</L>
<L>A Woman; as 'tis now to touch.)</L>
<L>Thus with cha&s;t lips we blow Loves fire</L>
<L>To a live coal; thus fan it higher:</L>
<L>Thus do we &s;eal affections band,</L>
<L>VVhich onely death can cancel: and</L>
<L>VVhil&s;t both our hearts and lips do meet</L>
<L>Thus do our &s;ouls each other greet:</L>
<L><PB N="61" REF="33">Thus we engender &s;peaking Love</L>
<L>Peculiar only to the Dove:</L>
<L>Whereas all other bodies heat</L>
<L>Of Lu&s;t doth them incorporate</L>
<L>But only in the act; yet we</L>
<L>Thus renew love t' eternitie</L>
<L>With fre&s;h un&s;ated appetite,</L>
<L>And without &s;hame or &s;ad regret;</L>
<L>Which true experience doth prove</L>
<L>The difference betwixt Lu&s;t an Love.</L>
<L>Then let us ki&s;s like Turtles, clo&s;e</L>
<L>Until we both &s;eem one: til tho&s;e</L>
<L>That &s;ee our hearts &s;aluting thus</L>
<L>Shal not di&s;turb, but envy us.</L>
<L>Coyne&s;s in women makes men more</L>
<L>Su&s;pect they'l <HI>do</HI> behind the door:</L>
<L>If thus you think I ki&s;s too much;</L>
<L>Know that my love to you is &s;uch,</L>
<L>That when&s;oe'r it plea&s;eth you</L>
<L>I'l clo&s;er ki&s;s, drink deeper too.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To <HI>Clara&s;tella.</HI> Why Lovers walk round.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>'TIs oft ob&s;erv'd that tho&s;e who are in love</L>
<L>Do, when they walk, in &s;pherick circle move;</L>
<L>A motion to its nature genuine:</L>
<L>So move the Heav'ns and Love that is divine</L>
<L>And heav'n-deduced draws like that his ge&s;t</L>
<L>A round, becau&s;e that figure is the be&s;t.</L>
<L>Love is a Labyrinth wherein wandring men</L>
<L>Tread the &s;ame pen&s;ive mea&s;ur's o'r agen:</L>
<L>The Soul her feet th' affection guides, and moves</L>
<L>To the &s;ame object that &s;he truly Loves.</L>
<L><PB N="62" REF="34">Thus when I walk &s;o often round, I move</L>
<L>To thee the Center Nature bids me love.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>A Pa&s;toral Prote&s;t of Love by <HI>Damon</HI> to <HI>Stella.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen I thee all o'r do view</L>
<L>I all o'r mu&s;t love thee too.</L>
<L>By that &s;mooth forehead wher's expre&s;t</L>
<L>The candour of thy peaceful brea&s;t:</L>
<L>By tho&s;e fair twin-like-&s;tars that &s;hine,</L>
<L>And by tho&s;e apples of thine eyn:</L>
<L>By the Lambkins and the Kids</L>
<L>Playing 'bout thy fair eie-lids:</L>
<L>By each peachie blo&s;&s;om'd cheek,</L>
<L>And thy Sattin skin more &s;leek</L>
<L>And white then <HI>Flora</HI>'s white&s;t Lillies</L>
<L>Or the maiden Daffadillies:</L>
<L>By that Ivorie porch thy no&s;e:</L>
<L>By tho&s;e double blanched rows</L>
<L>Of teeth, as in pure Coral &s;et:</L>
<L>By each azure rivolet,</L>
<L>Running in thy temples, and</L>
<L>Tho&s;e flowrie meadows 'twixt them &s;tand:</L>
<L>By each Pearl-tipt ear by Nature, as</L>
<L>On each a Jewel pendant was:</L>
<L>By tho&s;e lips all dew'd with bli&s;s,</L>
<L>Made happy in each others ki&s;s:</L>
<L>By tho&s;e pure Vermilion cherries</L>
<L>Thy red nipples, and tho&s;e &s;trawberries</L>
<L>Swimming there as &s;et in cream:</L>
<L>By tho&s;e two curld locks, that &s;eem</L>
<L>To wreath thy Lover in wav'd art</L>
<L>That from thee he ne'r &s;hould part:</L>
<L><PB N="63" REF="34">By tho&s;e &s;ilk tre&s;&s;es &s;oft as down</L>
<L>Of tender Eunuches newly blown,</L>
<L>That vail your body round when e'r</L>
<L>In your own &s;hades you'd le&s;s appear:</L>
<L>By that &s;ilver &s;tately neck</L>
<L>Doth thy gems more grace and deck</L>
<L>Then <HI>they</HI> can it: by tho&s;e two</L>
<L>Soft and wool-warme mounts of &s;now:</L>
<L>By each Alabla&s;ter hand,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e &s;lender joynts that &s;tand</L>
<L>So &s;treight and clo&s;ely &s;et, each palm</L>
<L>Seems a young tree, di&s;tilling balm:</L>
<L>Mid&s;t that pregnant Hemi&s;phear</L>
<L>By the fair knot that's planted there:</L>
<L>By tho&s;e moving columns bear</L>
<L>This Globe and the lov'd frame uprear:</L>
<L>By tho&s;e pretty nimble feet</L>
<L>Wont in skilful mea&s;ures meet:</L>
<L>By the neat fabrick of the whole,</L>
<L>Fair as the world from either Pole,</L>
<L>Who&s;e each part is Paradi&s;e,</L>
<L>And Heav'n both in, and round, it is.</L>
<L>By thy &s;elf, when thee I view</L>
<L>I love thy <HI>all,</HI> and each part too.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
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<TEXT>
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="section">
<PB REF="35">
<PB REF="35">
<P>Occa&s;ional POEMS:</P>
<P><HI>By</HI> Robert Heath, <HI>E&s;quire.</HI></P>
<Q>Majores majora &s;onent, mihi parva locute Sufficit, in ve&s;tras &s;aeperedire manus.
<BIBL>Mart. li. 9. Ep. 1.</BIBL> </Q>
<P>LONDON, Printed for HUMPHRY MOSELEY, and are to be &s;old at his Shop at the &s;igne of the Princes Arms in S. <HI>Pauls</HI> Church-yard, 1650.</P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="poems">
<PB REF="36">
<PB N="1" REF="36">
<HEAD>Occa&s;ional Poems.</HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To an old Gentlewoman that would have her Picture drawn.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>_WHat &s;trange impo&s;&s;ibles are tho&s;e</L>
<L>That one fam'd <HI>Myron</HI> you impo&s;e?</L>
<L>Drawn to the life you'd be you &s;ay,</L>
<L>When you are dying every day;</L>
<L>In colours too, when there's but one</L>
<L>All o'r your face, and that is dun.</L>
<L>Heel draw 'tis like thy &s;hadows true,</L>
<L>For thou art all but &s;hadow'd blue.</L>
<L>If fair then thou wu'd&s;t counted be</L>
<L>His pigments let him lay on thee,</L>
<L>And with a trowel dawb and &s;leek</L>
<L>The wroughca&s;t of each wrinkled cheek,</L>
<L>El&s;e but in vain he &s;hal on you</L>
<L>Spend both his oyl and labour too.</L>
<L>Drawn with black lead or with a coal</L>
<L>Over &s;ome Alehou&s;e chimney wal,</L>
<L>Thy picture be&s;t wil &s;emble thee</L>
<L>By &s;ome rough Dialler; when he,</L>
<L>Shal underwrite in meeter, this</L>
<L>The widow of <HI>Sarepta</HI> is.</L>
<L>Or 'twil &s;hew be&s;t through lattice-work,</L>
<L>Here an old woman, there the Turk.</L>
<L><PB N="2" REF="37">Yet if thou needs mu&s;t have it done</L>
<L>Let me &s;ay this in caution</L>
<L>Unto thy Painter, that he plie</L>
<L>And &s;peed his work, or thou wilt die</L>
<L>Before the third dayes &s;itting: when</L>
<L>(If thou can&s;t live &s;o long) that then,</L>
<L>(Becau&s;e thoult ne'r be at th' expence</L>
<L>To take thy il lookt figure thence)</L>
<L>He would but &s;end the piece to me;</L>
<L>I'd rather have it far then thee,</L>
<L>To hang up 'mong&s;t my <HI>Sybels,</HI> or</L>
<L>Foul Hags, le&s;t &s;ome mi&s;take thee for</L>
<L>One of the Fatal De&s;tinies</L>
<L>Or Helbred Furies wor&s;e then the&s;e.</L>
<L>But I'm afraid 'tis his de&s;ign</L>
<L>To &s;el thee for &s;ome Tavern &s;ign,</L>
<L>(If he not hang thee out a loof</L>
<L>Oth' back oth' Change as weather proof)</L>
<L>And I &s;hal &s;ee thee thy ruin'd face</L>
<L>Hang out in <HI>Southwark,</HI> old Queen <HI>Be&s;s.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Epithalamium Amatorium <HI>To</HI> Aurora.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHy peeps the envious Morne &s;o &s;oon upon</L>
<L>The plea&s;ures of our bed?</L>
<L>Pul back thy fierie cour&s;ers Phaeton!</L>
<L>And drive not til I bid!</L>
<L>And le&s;t thy head&s;trong &s;teeds their reins &s;hu'd break,</L>
<L>That Virgin girdle take</L>
<L>I now unti'd! too &s;oon for you it is</L>
<L>And me, our ro&s;ie. ne&s;ts to leave, and ri&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="3" REF="37">
<L>Have I &s;o many tedious Suns beheld</L>
<L>And nights in &s;ighing &s;pent,</L>
<L>E'r to temptation I could make her yield?</L>
<L>And would you now prevent</L>
<L>The long-wi&s;ht harve&s;t of my joys delight?</L>
<L>Nor grant as long a night?</L>
<L>Go back to thy lov'd <HI>Thetis</HI> bo&s;ome! go!</L>
<L>Whil&s;t in our beds wee'l &s;port it longer too.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I'd have the world til we our curtains ope,</L>
<L>Expect the Morning &s;tar,</L>
<L>And from my glorious Darlings blu&s;hes, hope</L>
<L>The Day may once appear:</L>
<L>'T&s;hud be then alwaies night &s;he &s;aies, that we</L>
<L>Might ne'r di&s;cover'd be.</L>
<L>So might it be! for whil&s;t &s;he's in mine arme,</L>
<L>In her Suns &s;hade I'd keep me ever warme.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On the &s;trange unfortunate breaking of a Gla&s;s in a Tavern.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HAppy mi&s;chance! if happy I may cal</L>
<L>What by &s;o &s;trange misfortune did befal!</L>
<L>The Ganymede that had perform'd its tru&s;t,</L>
<L>Di&s;charg'd &s;o many healths and them &s;o ju&s;t,</L>
<L>Brok of it &s;elf, and falling to the ground,</L>
<L>Foretold our fortunes if we kept the round.</L>
<L>Had it &s;urviv'd the Nectar thence did flow</L>
<L>Our brains had crackt or els we faln as low.</L>
<L>But tel me little gla&s;s my <HI>quondam</HI> friend!</L>
<L>How did&s;t thou come to this untimely end?</L>
<L>Did any fatal or unluckie hand</L>
<L>Throw thee to ruine 'gain&s;t thy <HI>Joves</HI> command?</L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="38">No: 'twas a &s;tranger ful; I rather think,</L>
<L>The wine did make thee fal which thou did&s;t drink.</L>
<L>Though the diviner &s;ack Immortal bee,</L>
<L>The gla&s;&s;e that holds it yet may die I &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Drinking on a rainy day.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>OH: 'tis a rainy drinking day!</L>
<L>Come let it pow're</L>
<L>Weel drink the&s;e clouds all drie away</L>
<L>Suck every &s;how'r</L>
<L>The envious Earth &s;hal not drink all, for we</L>
<L>Our plants wil water too a&s;wel as &s;he.</L>
<L>The clouds that fatne&s;s drop from heav'n</L>
<L>De&s;cend to us</L>
<L>Ev'n to invite us reach them to enliven</L>
<L>Our &s;pirits thus:</L>
<L>Then &s;ink or &s;wim, weel moi&s;ten thir&s;ty care,</L>
<L>And though the weather's foul, weel&punc; drink it fair.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To one that hearing I had &s;ome faculty in Poe&s;ie, &s;imply reque&s;ted me to write &s;omewhat on his dear wife lately dead.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HAd I &s;o wel but known thy Ligbie, as</L>
<L>Sire <HI>Adam</HI> once his <HI>Eve</HI> did know</L>
<L>Then I might &s;ay thy wife a good one was:</L>
<L>But I ne'r &s;aw, nor knew her &s;o.</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="38">Wu'd&s;t ha' me then extol her beauties fire?</L>
<L>Mo&s;t &s;ay &s;he lookt, and <HI>painted</HI> wel!</L>
<L>Should I her unknown &s;ecret parts admire,</L>
<L>Or hidden qualities &s;orthtel?</L>
<L>Troth I ne'r heard one good &s;he had, for what,</L>
<L>Thou fal&s;ely thoughe&s;t one, loving thee;</L>
<L>Now's out of fa&s;hion, and e&s;teem'd a fault.</L>
<L>Then in her prai&s;e, <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"> &s;ilent be;</L>
<L>Since Silence be&s;t &s;uits me as each of them:</L>
<L>For Womens pride aftecteth &s;uch</L>
<L>Gro&s;&s;e flatt'ry, that who undertakes the theam;</L>
<L>Speaks both too little, and too much.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On <HI>Copernicus</HI> his opinion of the earths turning round.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>COpernicus</HI> was of opinion</L>
<L>That the Earths globe by &s;pherick motion</L>
<L>Turn'd round, and that the Heav'ns were fixt: the man</L>
<L>Was drunk &s;ure or on &s;hipboard, when his brain</L>
<L>Hatcht this <HI>Maeander;</HI> for to &s;uch the land</L>
<L>Doth only &s;eem to move when they do &s;tand.</L>
<L>When <HI>Noahs</HI> floud had turn'd the land to Sea</L>
<L>And the earth &s;eem'd one floating I&s;le to be,</L>
<L>The world then rid on waves indeed, and then</L>
<L>Ith' Ark there was no <HI>terra firma</HI> &s;een:</L>
<L>Yet true we find what was but Phan&s;ie then,</L>
<L>(For th' world if we but under&s;tand the men</L>
<L>That live therein) for they alas turn round</L>
<L>And &s;cotomized &s;ail on firme&s;t ground:</L>
<L>Or drunk with madnes, with their poreblind eies</L>
<L>Think States wel &s;etled totter though they ri&s;e.</L>
<L>A &s;trange <HI>Vertigo</HI> or <HI>Delirium,</HI></L>
<L>Oth' brain it is, that thus po&s;&s;e&s;&s;es'um;</L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="39">Whil&s;t like to fa&s;hions grown Orbicular,</L>
<L>Kingdomes thus turn'd, and overturned are:</L>
<L>Nothing but fine Eutopian worlds ith' moon</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be <HI>new form'd</HI> by revolution.</L>
<L>Nor doth the <HI>State alone</HI> on fortuns wheels</L>
<L>Run round, alas our <HI>rock Religion,</HI> reels:</L>
<L>We have &s;aild &s;o far the Antipodian way</L>
<L>That into darkne&s;s we have turnd our day.</L>
<L>Amid&s;t the&s;e turnings 'tis &s;ome comfort yet,</L>
<L>Heav'n doth not flie from us, though we from it.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To one that was &s;o impatient with the tooth-ach that he would not re&s;t til all his teeth were drawn forth.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HOw! branch and root? that's too &s;evere,</L>
<L>Let penal laws &s;uffice! howe'r</L>
<L>Do not extirpate the whole breed,</L>
<L>Which one day you may &s;o much need!</L>
<L>That is the la&s;t and wor&s;t extream</L>
<L>To '&s;troy all, cau&s;e &s;ome are too blame.</L>
<L>If your right hand offend, I know</L>
<L>You may cut't off, your right eie too</L>
<L>If that offend, pluck out: but '&s;ooth,</L>
<L>I find not &s;o you may one tooth:</L>
<L>Unle&s;s perhaps in drink and heat</L>
<L>With pots or candle&s;ticks y'have beat</L>
<L>Teeth out of this or that mans head,</L>
<L>Then eie and tooth, for tooth indeed</L>
<L>Should be repaid. But tel me when</L>
<L>Your teeth are gone, what wil you then</L>
<L>For grinders do? youl' learn to chew</L>
<L>The cud, drink, and eat &s;poon-meat too?</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="39">Suck agen wil you not? I'm &s;ure</L>
<L>That &s;elf-pre&s;ervation Nature</L>
<L>Commands: what &s;hould we more pre&s;erve</L>
<L>Then teeth, who&s;e want would make us &s;terve?</L>
<L>Do we not live by them? who w'ud</L>
<L>Deprive him&s;elf of's livelihood?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;ince you have an aking tooth</L>
<L>To leave no jacks within your mouth,</L>
<L>And are &s;o far run mad with pain</L>
<L>You are re&s;olv'd to have all drane:</L>
<L>Let not the Barbar-&s;urgion &s;et</L>
<L>Them &s;tring'd on &s;carlet forth, but let</L>
<L>Them in a box be kept, and &s;hown</L>
<L>For tho&s;e that fel from that jawbone</L>
<L>That <HI>Sam&s;on</HI> fought with; and I'l &s;wear,</L>
<L>That they the very A&s;&s;es were.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On <HI>Whip</HI> the Preaching Coachman.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DRive right thou furious <HI>Jehu!</HI> that ha&s;t &s;tept</L>
<L>From the &s;quare coach-box and profoundly leapt</L>
<L>To a round Preaching tub! O how he feels,</L>
<L>With learning that he rub'd from hor&s;es heels,</L>
<L>Him&s;elf in&s;pir'd oth' &s;udden! now for th' cau&s;e</L>
<L>And overthrow of all good humane laws!</L>
<L>So <HI>Phaeton</HI> drove his car, which overturn'd</L>
<L>Through headle&s;s furie, thus, the world it burnd.</L>
<L>What a &s;trange Metamorpho&s;is is this?</L>
<L>A frock turn'd to a linnen Ephod is;</L>
<L>No Tailour <HI>Iohn</HI> of <HI>Leiden</HI> ex&s;tant now</L>
<L>To con&s;ecrate this groom a Prophet too,</L>
<L>As <HI>Becold</HI> did <HI>Tu&s;coverer?</HI> that then</L>
<L>He in reward may crown him King agen?</L>
<L><PB N="8" REF="40">Like as <HI>Caligula</HI> when he did fein</L>
<L>Him&s;elf a God, his great hor&s;e did ordein</L>
<L>His Prie&s;t; a God and Prophet much alike,</L>
<L>Both might have learnt of <HI>Baalams</HI> A&s;s to &s;peak.</L>
<L>Yet &s;ee how <HI>Muncers</HI> &s;pirit reigns in him!</L>
<L>And like phanatick <HI>Phifers</HI> makes him dream</L>
<L>More revelations in one night, then th' old</L>
<L>Patriarchs and Prophets vi&s;ions did behold!</L>
<L>Which phan&s;ied novels he doth oft obtrude</L>
<L>To the weak faith oth' giddy multitude.</L>
<L><HI>Rotman</HI> or <HI>Cniperdolin</HI> never knew</L>
<L>Such marks oth' godly as this Saint can &s;hew:</L>
<L>Whil&s;t thus like <HI>Iohn Matthias,</HI> he contemns</L>
<L>All books except the Bible, and condemns</L>
<L>Each human Authour to the flames, that all</L>
<L>Ith' mi&s;t of ignorance may prove mi&s;tical.</L>
<L>Polygamie of Churches he doth cal,</L>
<L>A fornication &s;piritual:</L>
<L>When he expoundeth oh 'tis &s;trange to &s;ee</L>
<L>After large &s;ighs, in what an exta&s;ie</L>
<L>He &s;peechle&s;s prays! ju&s;t as the <HI>Darvi&s;es</HI></L>
<L>Among&s;t the Turks, &s;o in a trance he is;</L>
<L>The&s;e Prophets as they &s;tile them, having run</L>
<L>Round til they loo&s;e their breath, fal &s;encele&s;s down;</L>
<L>And after &s;ome &s;hort &s;leep awaking tel</L>
<L>Their &s;tudied dreams as from an Oracle.</L>
<L>So this Enthu&s;ia&s;t after many &s;ighs</L>
<L>And turnings of the egs of his twinckling eies,</L>
<L>Streight <HI>Epileptick</HI> in this rapture grows,</L>
<L>Where after many yawns and feined &s;hows</L>
<L>Of a tran&s;ported mind, at la&s;t the Elf&punc;</L>
<L>Delivers non&s;ence like the mouth of <HI>Delph.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Leave, leave thou ru&s;&s;et <HI>Rabbi!</HI> leave for &s;hame!</L>
<L>And do not thus abu&s;e that holy name</L>
<L>And function of a Preacher! drive agen!</L>
<L>Currie thy hor&s;es and not Chri&s;tian men!</L>
<L>El&s;e prophane huck&s;ter with thy whip thou mai&s;t</L>
<L>E'r long be &s;courg'd, and forth the <HI>Temple</HI> ca&s;t.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="9" REF="40">
<HEAD>On the unu&s;ual cold and rainie weather in the Summer. 1648.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHy puts our Grandame Nature on</L>
<L>Her winter coat, e'r &s;ummers done?</L>
<L>What hath &s;he got an ague fit?</L>
<L>And thinks to make us hov'ring &s;it</L>
<L>Over her lazie Embers? el&s;e why &s;hould</L>
<L>Old <HI>Hyems</HI> freeze our vernal bloud?</L>
<L>Or as we each day, grow older,</L>
<L>Doth the world wax wan and colder?</L>
<L>'Tis &s;o: See how nakt Charitie</L>
<L>Sterves in this frozen age! whil&s;t we</L>
<L>Have no other heat but glow-worm zeal</L>
<L>Who&s;e warmth we &s;ee but cannot feel.</L>
<L>All chang'd are <HI>Ceres</HI> golden hairs</L>
<L>To clouded grey, and nought appears</L>
<L>In <HI>Flora</HI>'s dre&s;&s;e: our hopes do die</L>
<L>And oth' &s;udden bla&s;ted lie.</L>
<L>Heav'ns glorious lamps do wa&s;t away,</L>
<L>The Elements them&s;elves decay,</L>
<L>And the mixt bodies mutinie</L>
<L>By a rebellious &s;ympathie;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t the di&s;temper'd world grows pale,</L>
<L>And &s;ickning threatens death to all:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So in an in&s;tant waters &s;wept</L>
<L>The old worlds mon&s;ters, whil&s;t they wept</L>
<L>It's funeral: but the new world's &s;ins</L>
<L>Are &s;o deep di'd no floud can rin&s;e.</L>
<L>Nothing but lightning and Heav'ns fire</L>
<L>Can purge our pe&s;tilential aire.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="10" REF="41">
<HEAD>Farewel to pa&s;&s;ionate Love.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>FArewel fond Love! I'l never bow</L>
<L>Slave like unto my fetters I,</L>
<L>Fair Sex! I'l not adore you now</L>
<L>Yet love you as my libertie:</L>
<L>Love grown adu&s;t with Melancholy,</L>
<L>To madne&s;s turns or extream folly.</L>
<L>About and with your fires I'l play</L>
<L>But with as loo&s;e and gentle touch</L>
<L>As boys from hand to hand to&s;s away</L>
<L>Live coals, le&s;t they &s;hould burn too much.</L>
<L>Too ne'r his heart who lets love come</L>
<L>Suffers a wilful Martyrdome.</L>
<L>Stout Souldiers in an Enemies land</L>
<L>March not too far &s;ans fear or wit,</L>
<L>E'r they re&s;olve or to with&s;tand,</L>
<L>Or wi&s;ely make a &s;afe retreat.</L>
<L>Bodies when joyn'd engaged are,</L>
<L>Piqueering's better &s;port by far.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Excu&s;e. To the Ladie <HI>E. B.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>YOur lovely fair did fir&s;t invite</L>
<L>Me to that &s;trange demand,</L>
<L>Your wanton eie big with delight,</L>
<L>Made me to under&s;tand</L>
<L>You plea&s;ant as your looks, where every glance</L>
<L>Did rai&s;e and court my warm bloud to advance.</L>
<L><PB N="11" REF="41"><HI>Then blame not me for loving you,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who if alow'd would not do &s;o?</HI></L>
<L>Henceforth I'l &s;it demure by you,</L>
<L>Nor &s;peak when you w'ud hear,</L>
<L>Ju&s;t as I w'ud your picture view,</L>
<L>Behold you and admire.</L>
<L>For if I &s;peak, you prompt my tongue with love,</L>
<L>And 'cau&s;e I tel 't you, you unkind reprove.</L>
<L><HI>Then blame not me for &s;aying &s;o,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Since 'twas your beauty bid me woe.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Equalitie To two fair Mi&s;tre&s;&s;es.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SHal I freize between two fires?</L>
<L>Or doth a numne&s;s ceaze on me?</L>
<L>Each &s;tar inflames me with de&s;ires,</L>
<L>Yet which to chu&s;e I cannot &s;ee</L>
<L>Since rea&s;on admires equally.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then give me both</L>
<L>For faith and troth</L>
<L>I &s;hould be 'oath</L>
<L>Each &s;hould not plea&s;ed be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Or you who &s;o perfect are,</L>
<L>That nature hath her &s;elf outdone</L>
<L>In making you bright lights &s;o fair!</L>
<L>Rule by your turns! that &s;o each one</L>
<L>May cool the heat oth' to'other Sun!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And Love me both!</L>
<L>For faith and troth</L>
<L>I &s;hould be loath,</L>
<L>Each &s;hould not plea&s;ed be.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="12" REF="42">
<HEAD>To a friend. <HI>Ode.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AFfect not aierie Popularitie</L>
<L>But what thou would&s;t be thought, that &s;trive to be!</L>
<L>Prai&s;e is but Virtues &s;hadow; who court her</L>
<L>Doth more the handmaid then the Dame admire.</L>
<L>Who only doth wel, wel &s;poke of to bee,</L>
<L>Studies the prai&s;e and not the virtue, he.</L>
<L>To blaze thy virtues ne'r be&s;peak thy friend!</L>
<L>If good, they &s;peak thee and them&s;elves commend.</L>
<L>Now men but judge by heare-&s;ay, thus, they'l know,</L>
<L>And &s;ee thy worth, and judge it greater too.</L>
<L>True worth is be&s;t di&s;plaid by mode&s;tie</L>
<L>The greate&s;t rivers &s;lide mo&s;t &s;ilentlie,</L>
<L>Only the &s;hallow brooks do prattle, they</L>
<L>Make a great noi&s;e and go but little way.</L>
<L>Fame that doth feed oth' vaine applau&s;e of men,</L>
<L>Gapes to its Eccho to be heard agen:</L>
<L>And like this, lives awhile by others breath;</L>
<L>Which being &s;topt is hu&s;ht to &s;ilent death.</L>
<L>Good actions crown them&s;elves with la&s;ting baies,</L>
<L>Who de&s;erves wel, needs not anothers prai&s;e.</L>
<L>Virtue's her own reward; though, <HI>Eug<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">,</HI> none</L>
<L>Wil cry, 'tis Guerdon yet to have wel done.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>A &s;udden Phan&s;ie at Midnight.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HOw i&s;t we are thus melancholie? what</L>
<L>Are our rich ferkins out? or rather that</L>
<L><PB N="13" REF="42">Which did in&s;pire them, the Immortal wine,</L>
<L>That did create us, like it &s;elf, divine?</L>
<L>Or are we <HI>Nectar</HI>-&s;ated to the hight?</L>
<L>Or do we droop under the aged night?</L>
<L>If &s;o: weelvote it ne'r to be eleven</L>
<L>Rather then <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">us</HI> to part at &s;ix and &s;eaven:</L>
<L>Moult then thy &s;peedy wings old Time! and be</L>
<L>As &s;low-pac't as becomes thy age! that we</L>
<L>May chirp awhile, and when we take our ea&s;e,</L>
<L>Then flie and poa&s;t as nimbly as you plea&s;e!</L>
<L>Play the good fellow with us, and &s;it down</L>
<L>A while, that we may drink the to'ther round!</L>
<L>I'l promi&s;e here is none &s;hal thee mi&s;u&s;e,</L>
<L>Or pluck thee by the foretop in abu&s;e.</L>
<L>Time &s;aies he wil nor can he &s;tay, 'cau&s;e he</L>
<L>Thinks him too grave for your young companie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>It makes no matter&mdash;Sirs</L>
<L>How &s;ay you yet toth'tother <HI>Sub&s;idie?</HI></L>
<L>Yes yes: And let our Ganymede nimbly flie</L>
<L>And fil us of the &s;ame Poetick &s;herrie&punc;</L>
<L><HI>Ben-Iohn&s;on</HI> us'd to quaffe to make him merrie.</L>
<L>Such as would make the <HI>grey-beard botles</HI> talk</L>
<L>Had they but tongues, or, had they legs, to walk:</L>
<L>Such as would make <HI>Apollo</HI> &s;mile, or wu'd</L>
<L>Draw all the Si&s;ters to our Brotherhood.</L>
<L>And though the bald Fool &s;taies not, let him know</L>
<L>Weel &s;it and drink as fa&s;t as he &s;hal go.</L>
<L>So as the &s;alt Anchovis &s;wam in oyl,</L>
<L>Wee'l make them &s;wim again in &s;acks &s;weet &s;poil.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="14" REF="43">
<HEAD>On a Map of the World accidentally faln into the water and &s;poiled.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe world drown'd once agen? &s;ure holy text</L>
<L>Saies it &s;hould be by fire di&s;&s;olved next.</L>
<L><HI>Deucalion</HI> then weeps for this world, as much</L>
<L>As once for th' old he did, it's &s;ins are &s;uch:</L>
<L>And as before he drown'd a world of men,</L>
<L>In figure thus by chance it &s;inks agen.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who <HI>Plato</HI>'s book of Commonwealth did view</L>
<L>By mice devour'd and thought thence would en&s;ue</L>
<L>A fatal Period of the publick State;</L>
<L>Would ha' pre&s;ag'd the like unhappy fate</L>
<L>(Had but he &s;een this) were attending us,</L>
<L>And con&s;trued this dire chance as ominous</L>
<L>I'l not obtrude for truths Prophetick dreams;</L>
<L>Yet <HI>Mara</HI>'s waters like <HI>Nil</HI>'s &s;eavnfold &s;treams</L>
<L>'Tofore that gently did but wet this Land</L>
<L>Now in a purple lake of bloud do &s;tand</L>
<L>And quite o'rwhelm't: and which is wor&s;e we fear</L>
<L>No Olivebranch wil e'r agen appear.</L>
<L>The Microco&s;me of individual man</L>
<L>See how that wavers in an Ocean</L>
<L>Of perillous incon&s;tancie! whil&s;t phlegme</L>
<L>And crude raw humours quench the fires in him;</L>
<L>That his &s;plit-&s;ailes bear not the gentle&s;t bla&s;t</L>
<L>See how the Moral world in &s;trife doth wa&s;t!</L>
<L>And by like jarring doth decay! whil&s;t we</L>
<L>From il to wor&s;e &s;til &s;lide, and in a &s;ea</L>
<L>Of Error drown at la&s;t! Since then we &s;ee</L>
<L>Both the&s;e and the material world mu&s;t be</L>
<L>I'th end di&s;&s;olv'd: I g<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">ieve the le&s;&s;e for thee,</L>
<L>That art all theirs but thin Epitomie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="15" REF="43">
<HEAD>Upon the &s;ight of an old but very deformed woman.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Saw a woman: Ble&s;s me! did I &s;ay</L>
<L>A woman or a Witch? or what you may</L>
<L>Or can more horrid think, a Furie; &s;he</L>
<L>Was more deform'd then Deaths Anatomie</L>
<L>Nor the black ink, nor this more ragged quil</L>
<L>Can dawb her forth, &s;he look't &s;o mon&s;trous il.</L>
<L>A Camel-back with a crookt baker-knee,</L>
<L>Bow'd like a token for the earth was &s;he:</L>
<L>Her eies two inches buried in her head</L>
<L>Like leaden bullets &s;eem'd, they lookt &s;o dead:</L>
<L>Her no&s;e did like a Promontorie, threat</L>
<L>With its appendant drop the chin to meet.</L>
<L>Her eie brows hairie, and her rougher brow</L>
<L>Furrow'd with wrinckles did like trenches &s;how;</L>
<L>Her parched hair did hang like wither'd hay,</L>
<L>About her ears, it was &s;o drie and grey:</L>
<L>Her lean chops rough and hollow as the earth</L>
<L>When chopt for rain in a drie &s;ummers dearth:</L>
<L>The mark was out of her coney-mumping mouth,</L>
<L>Where if a tongue yet was there ne'r a tooth;</L>
<L>Which when &s;he op't, 'twas but to fart a cough,</L>
<L>Where who &s;tood by would wi&s;h him farther off:</L>
<L>Her lips like th' Monkies hairy hard and thin</L>
<L>And in her bo&s;ome hung her forked chin.</L>
<L>Thus mon&s;trous uglie and deform'd was &s;he;</L>
<L>From &s;uch a wain&s;coat face, <HI>Deliver me!</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="16" REF="44">
<HEAD>On the late Sect of the <HI>Adamites.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Sect of <HI>Adamites</HI> of late's reviv'd,</L>
<L>Who &s;eem more innocent then e'r <HI>Adam</HI> liv'd.</L>
<L>Such as will naked go, and think't a &s;in</L>
<L>To wear a garment, they're &s;o hot within</L>
<L>VVith Lu&s;t, that they all cloathing do di&s;dain;</L>
<L><HI>Aarons</HI> old Ve&s;tments they account prophane,</L>
<L><HI>Eli&s;ha</HI>'s double mantle when they hear</L>
<L>But nam'd, they &s;weat agen: they nought wil wear,</L>
<L>Not holy lawn to keep them from the air,</L>
<L>Nor St. <HI>Johns</HI> raiment, made of Camels heir:</L>
<L>The&s;e Ve&s;tal garments though they holy be,</L>
<L>Yet they do &s;mel of &s;trong hypocri&s;ie,</L>
<L><HI>Demas</HI> mu&s;t leave his cloak, not any thing</L>
<L>Mu&s;t here be worn, no not a wedding ring,</L>
<L>Nor fig-leaves, &s;uch as <HI>Adam</HI> wore long &s;ince,</L>
<L>VVhen he had lo&s;t his Robe of Innocence.</L>
<L>The whore of <HI>Babels</HI> &s;mock they all dete&s;t,</L>
<L>All Antichri&s;tian Reliques with the re&s;t.</L>
<L>All mu&s;t be barely naked&punc; 'cau&s;e they &s;ay</L>
<L>Truth it &s;elf naked goes, and &s;o &s;hould they.</L>
<L>Naked as from their mothers wombs, they wear</L>
<L>Nothing that covers onely skin and hair;</L>
<L>Thus marching naked Si&s;ter, with a brother,</L>
<L>For want of clothes they cover one another</L>
<L>In &s;ome dark Grange thus meet they, where 'tis fit</L>
<L>That they the deeds of darkne&s;s &s;hould commit:</L>
<L>The candles are put out, becau&s;e they &s;ay</L>
<L>They are enlightned all, and &s;o they pray;</L>
<L>Here they begin; and thus divide the text,</L>
<L>Handling in order who&s;oe'r comes next.</L>
<L>They feel a womans faith, tel by th'&s;pirit</L>
<L>(VVhich doth po&s;&s;e&s;s them) which &s;hal heav'n inherit.</L>
<L><PB N="17" REF="44">Each Saint his fellow-feeler chu&s;eth there,</L>
<L>As at the &s;pring each bird doth choo&s;e his Peer.</L>
<L>And when they all grow proud with hot de&s;ires,</L>
<L>Thus they correct and quench the ri&s;ing fires.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To a Ladie on the Death of her little Dog.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>MAdam,</HI> that any dog &s;hould die,</L>
<L>I not at all do wonder, I;</L>
<L>Nor can I yours bemoane indeed,</L>
<L>Since like it &s;elf a dog it died.</L>
<L>Yet 'twas a pretty dog, I vow,</L>
<L>De&s;cended wel, welfavoured too;</L>
<L>Kept clean, and cleanly with the maid</L>
<L>Ayr'd it &s;elf every day, 'tis &s;aid:</L>
<L>Then it would &s;miling fawn, and at</L>
<L>Your trencher with much dutie waite;</L>
<L>Bark when it wanted chicken, and</L>
<L>Would take no meat but from your hand;</L>
<L>And like your &s;hadow follow you</L>
<L>Clo&s;e where&s;oever you would go:</L>
<L>Then to your bed 'twould duly come</L>
<L>And lick you where you pleas'd, who&s;e room</L>
<L>Many good Chri&s;tians would have tane</L>
<L>With willing hearts, and there have lane.</L>
<L>La&s;tly (which mu&s;t not be forgot)</L>
<L>'Twas good condition'd; was it not?</L>
<L>A Dog of wax a&s;&s;oon it was;</L>
<L>It did not <HI>Tobits</HI> dog &s;urpa&s;s,</L>
<L>In mood and form that wag'd his taile</L>
<L>As 'twould ha' &s;aid to his ma&s;ter, haile!</L>
<L>When bold <HI>u<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">&s;&s;es</HI> after ten</L>
<L>Whole years to <HI>Ithaca</HI> agen</L>
<L><PB N="18" REF="45">Return'd his dog yet him did know</L>
<L>And welcom'd home; your dog had no</L>
<L>Such memorie I think; nor would</L>
<L>Ha' &s;hown &s;uch daintie tricks as could</L>
<L>The Tinkers cur of <HI>Wapping,</HI> that</L>
<L>Did pray and dance on two, and what</L>
<L>More wondrous is, with taile in's mouth</L>
<L>Trip the Canaries round for&s;ooth.</L>
<L>Your dog I grant was better bred,</L>
<L>Brought up at hand; and better fed</L>
<L>Then taught, for this &s;ame &s;tately wretch</L>
<L>Scorn'd ought to carry or to fetch.</L>
<L>What worth was in it then, that you</L>
<L>So much &s;hould prize and love it too?</L>
<L>For I'l be bold the la&s;t great fal</L>
<L>Of men where Death had conquer'd all</L>
<L>The field almo&s;t, and you did loo&s;e</L>
<L>On each &s;ide friends, that none of tho&s;e</L>
<L>Nor, all &s;o much afflicted you</L>
<L>As your dogs fatal end doth now.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh! it did love you: wel it might,</L>
<L>So 'twould whoe'r made much of it.</L>
<L>But let me tel you by the way</L>
<L>(Not to offend you) I heard &s;ay,</L>
<L>Your dog &s;o fed with &s;weetmeats was,</L>
<L>Cakebread, and Almondbutter, as</L>
<L>It's breath did &s;hrewdly &s;tink: but let</L>
<L>That pa&s;s; t'had a wor&s;e qualitie yet,</L>
<L>T'would &s;til be barking with it &s;elf,</L>
<L>That I have joy'd to &s;ee the Elf</L>
<L>How finely it would turn, when down</L>
<L>It rowld it &s;elf upon the ground:</L>
<L>For then t'would quiet lie awhile.</L>
<L>But &s;ince 'tis now more quiet; I'l</L>
<L>Not pitty it, but you, to grieve</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e your dog could not ever live.</L>
<L>Dogs have their daies, 'tis true: and though&punc;</L>
<L>A dog-&s;tar &s;hins above, below</L>
<L><PB N="19" REF="45">They die. Yet &s;ince you lov'd its &s;ight</L>
<L>VVee'l pourtrayt e'r you bury it:</L>
<L>And for his Epitaph &s;hal be</L>
<L>This underwrit in memorie;</L>
<L>His Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e chiefe&s;t joy and griefe,</L>
<L>Lov'd too almo&s;t as her own life;</L>
<L>Here lies the be&s;t of Dogs, and le&s;t,</L>
<L>That <HI>Album Graecum</HI> made the be&s;t</L>
<L>To cure &s;ore throats with; for 'tis &s;aid</L>
<L>The I&s;le of Dogs &s;uch never had.</L>
<L>But dead doth now &s;o worthle&s;s prove</L>
<L>His skin wil hardly make one glove</L>
<L>For a childs itchy hand: yet hee</L>
<L>Lives famous in Effigie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>In Crumen&acirc; Vacuum an non?</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NAture as &s;aies Philo&s;ophie</L>
<L>Admits no <HI>vacuum;</HI> yet I</L>
<L>(O the &s;ad fate of <HI>Codrus</HI> cur&s;e!)</L>
<L>Find there's a <HI>Vacuum</HI> in my pur&s;e.</L>
<L>Or Nature errs &s;ure, or the gold</L>
<L>VVhich my now empty pur&s;e did hold.</L>
<L>VVhen the la&s;t mite's exhau&s;ted, wou'll</L>
<L>You then per&s;wade me yet 'tis ful?</L>
<L>VVhen Taverns and the Mercers book</L>
<L>Have pickt my pocket, &s;hall I look</L>
<L>Then for gold there? I can't I tro</L>
<L>Both eat my cake and have it too?</L>
<L>Yet to make good this Axiome,</L>
<L>Here's one in charitie throwes &s;ome</L>
<L>Small crums of comfort in: he tels</L>
<L>Mee its ful of air, but nothing els:</L>
<L>Alas! I'm no Chamoelion,</L>
<L>Nor can I live by air alone.</L>
<L><PB N="20" REF="46">If all thy gold di&s;&s;olved be</L>
<L>To liquid and <HI>Pota<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ile;</HI></L>
<L>Wil not your &s;trings &s;tretch for one pint</L>
<L>Of Sack? all gone? is nothing in't?</L>
<L>Oh thou my dear and quondam friend</L>
<L>That in my need did&s;t money lend,</L>
<L>How do I grieve thy skeliton</L>
<L>Reduc'd thus &s;oon to skin and bone!</L>
<L>Sure &s;ome wil think that &s;ee thy thin</L>
<L>And aierie Corps, that thou ha&s;t bin</L>
<L>Some Poets pur&s;e, thus made refine</L>
<L>By th'Alchimie of wit and wine:</L>
<L>And that thy Angel gold may bee:</L>
<L>Still there, though it we cannot &s;ee,</L>
<L>It is &s;o &s;ublimated, and</L>
<L>So pure; for &s;ince we under&s;tand</L>
<L>The Angels to be Spirits, then</L>
<L>Thou'rt become &s;piritual agen.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Well then Philo&s;ophie in truth,</L>
<L>I find thou &s;peak&s;t the naked truth;</L>
<L>For though for coine it empty be</L>
<L>Yet there is no vacuitie.</L>
<L>Though no bright Angel do appear</L>
<L>In this di&s;pi&s;ed Hemi&s;phear;</L>
<L>Yet the Div'ls in't without all doubt</L>
<L>There's ne'r a cro&s;&s;e to keep him out.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>De &s;unt nonnulla.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To a Friend wi&s;hing peace.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LEt's all be friends! a happy peace</L>
<L>Would make us prize that 'bove our ea&s;e:</L>
<L>Then we wou'd home, and marrie too,</L>
<L>To keep that corner of the hou&s;e</L>
<L>Yet left un&s;ackt by civil foe,</L>
<L>And drink a round in dear carou&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="21" REF="46">
<L>Oh what a happy thing it were,</L>
<L>To live &s;ecure, and free from fear</L>
<L>Of plunder! when the dul hind may</L>
<L>With pig in hand his yearly rent</L>
<L>To his old Landlord ju&s;tly pay</L>
<L>In &s;tead of King or Parliament!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No hurrie then of dread Alar'ms;</L>
<L>From &s;leep &s;hould fright us into Arms:</L>
<L>Gaols &s;hou'd &s;tand emptie then, and wee</L>
<L>Enlarged as the winds may breath</L>
<L>Each where, and as in Jubilee</L>
<L>Live free from fear of &s;udden death.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Trumpet then &s;hal onely blaze</L>
<L>In Chri&s;tmas or at Puppet plaies;</L>
<L>Or &s;erve the Clowns to &s;ummon o're</L>
<L>To wait o'th' Judge, at grand A&s;size;</L>
<L>And the drum onely beat before</L>
<L>A muzled Bear, or harmle&s;s prize.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then &s;hal we &s;ee no arms, but &s;uch</L>
<L>As in the great Hall hang o'th' crutch</L>
<L>All ru&s;t with cobwebs, which to clear</L>
<L>The Grooms and Coachmen, (as you know</L>
<L>It was the cu&s;tome) once a year</L>
<L>Mu&s;t at the County training &s;how.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In the Kings highway then wee'l ride,</L>
<L>(Not skulking le&s;t we &s;hould be &s;pi'd</L>
<L>In private lanes or by-waies cut</L>
<L>By hardy Pioneer) a gentle pace,</L>
<L>In &s;tead of marching to a hut</L>
<L>Or hedge, unto &s;ome warmer place.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O'th' week-daies then wee'l bowle and chat</L>
<L>Of our dear loves, and you know what,</L>
<L><PB N="22" REF="47">But not one &s;yllable of State,</L>
<L>Amid&s;t our plea&s;ant mirth; and then</L>
<L>(If that Religion bear date)</L>
<L>Wee'l pray on Sundaies once agen.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If Oliv'd peace &s;hould once more &s;mile</L>
<L>And &s;ay, be happy! to this I&s;le,</L>
<L>(Dear friend!) as who knows but &s;he may?)</L>
<L>I dare pre&s;ume that you and I</L>
<L>Shal ki&s;s her feet, and wi&s;h her &s;tay;</L>
<L>And he that doth not, may he die!</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Song in a &s;iege.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>FIl, fill the goblet full with &s;ack!</L>
<L>I mean our tall black-jerkin Jack,</L>
<L>Who&s;e hide is proofe 'gain&s;t rabble-Rout,</L>
<L>And will keep all ill weathers out.</L>
<L>What though our plate be coin'd and &s;pent?</L>
<L>Our faces next we'l &s;end to th' mint:</L>
<L>And 'fore wee'l ba&s;ely yield the town,</L>
<L>Sack it our &s;elves and drink it down.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Accur&s;t be he doth talk or think</L>
<L>Of treating, or denies to drink,</L>
<L>Such drie hop&s;ucking narrow &s;ouls</L>
<L>Ta&s;te not the freedome of our bowles.</L>
<L>They onely are be&s;ieg'd, whil&s;t we</L>
<L>By drinking purcha&s;e libertie.</L>
<L>Wine doth enlarge, and ea&s;e our minds,</L>
<L>Who freely drinks no thraldome finds.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let's drink then as we us'd to fight,</L>
<L>As long as we can &s;tand, in &s;pight</L>
<L>Of Foe or Fortune! who can tel?</L>
<L>Shee with our cups again may &s;well;</L>
<L><PB N="23" REF="47">Hee neither dares to die or fight,</L>
<L>Whom harmle&s;s fears from healths affright:</L>
<L>Then let us drink our &s;orrows down,</L>
<L>And our &s;elves up to keep the town.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On the Creeple &s;ouldiers marching in <HI>Oxford</HI> in the Lord <HI>Thr. Cot|tington</HI>'s Companie.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>STay Gentlemen! and you &s;hal &s;ee a very rare &s;ight;</L>
<L>Souldiers who though they want arms, yet wil &s;ight:</L>
<L>Nay &s;ome of them have never a leg but onely <HI>Will:</HI></L>
<L>Their Governour, and yet they'l &s;tand to it &s;til.</L>
<L>The birds call'd <HI>Apodes</HI> they re&s;emble, and &s;eem</L>
<L>To be without either wing or leg, like them.</L>
<L>Oh the courage of a drunken and valiant man!</L>
<L>For each wil be going when he cannot &s;tand!</L>
<L>Then room for Criples! here comes a companie,</L>
<L>Such as before I think you ne'r did &s;ee:</L>
<L>Here's one like a Pidgion goes pinion'd in &s;pight</L>
<L>Of old <HI>Priapus,</HI> the birds to affright:</L>
<L>Another limps as if he had got the Phar&s;e,</L>
<L>With his half leg like a Goo&s;e clo&s;e up to his ar&s;e:</L>
<L>Yet mi&s;take me not! this is no Puppet play;</L>
<L>You &s;hal onely &s;ee the &s;everal motions to day.</L>
<L><HI>Ran: tan: tan:</HI> with a &s;pani&s;h march and gate</L>
<L>Thus they follow their Leader according to his wonted &s;tate.</L>
<L>A Snaile or a Crablou&s;e would march in a day.</L>
<L>If driven as led with the white &s;taffe as far as they.</L>
<L>What I &s;hould cal them I hardly do know,</L>
<L>Foot they are not as appears by the &s;how:</L>
<L>By the wearing of their Mu&s;quets to which they are ty'd,</L>
<L>They &s;hould be Dragooners had they hor&s;es to ride.</L>
<L>And yet now I think on't, they cannot be &s;uc;</L>
<L>Becau&s;e each man hath his re&s;t for his crutch,</L>
<L><PB N="24" REF="48">To the&s;e their Officer need not to &s;ay at alar'ms,</L>
<L>Stand to your Colours, or handle your arms:</L>
<L>Yet that they are Souldiours, you &s;afely may &s;ay,</L>
<L>For they'l die before they wil run away:</L>
<L>Nay, they are &s;tout as ever were <HI>Vantrumps,</HI></L>
<L>For like <HI>Widdrington</HI> they'l fight upon their very &s;tumps.</L>
<L>They have keen E&s;tridge &s;tomacks, and wel di&s;ge&s;t</L>
<L>Both Iron and Lead, as a Dog wil a brea&s;t</L>
<L>Of Mutton. But now to their Pedigree;</L>
<L>That they are &s;ons of <HI>Mars,</HI> mo&s;t writers agree;</L>
<L>Some conceive from the Badger old <HI>Vulcan</HI> they came,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e like him they are Mettle-men and lame,</L>
<L>The moderns think they came from the <HI>Guyes</HI> of <HI>Warwick;</HI> and</L>
<L>Some think they are of the old <HI>Herculean</HI> band:</L>
<L>For as by his foot he was di&s;cover'd, &s;o</L>
<L>By their feet you their valour may know.</L>
<L>And though many wear wooden legs and crutches,</L>
<L>Yet, by <HI>Hercules,</HI> I can a&s;&s;ure you, &s;uch is</L>
<L>Their &s;teeled re&s;olution, that here</L>
<L>You'l find none that wil the woodden dagger wear.</L>
<L>They're true and tru&s;tie <HI>Trojans</HI> all believe me;</L>
<L>And &s;tride their wooden Palfreis well: t'would grieve me</L>
<L>To &s;ee them tire before they get</L>
<L>Unto the Holy-bu&s;h; but yet</L>
<L>If they &s;hould faint, at that end of the town,</L>
<L>They may &s;et up their hor&s;es and lie down.</L>
<L>Mo&s;t of the&s;e fighters, I would have you to know,</L>
<L>Were our brave <HI>Edgehil Mermidons</HI> awhile agoe.</L>
<L>Who were their limbs like their loo&s;er rags</L>
<L>Ready to leave them at the next hedge, with brags,</L>
<L>That through the merit of their former harms,</L>
<L>They die like Gentlemen though they bear no arms.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now&s;ome wil &s;u&s;pect that my Mu&s;e may be,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e &s;he is &s;o lame, of this Companie;</L>
<L>And the rather, becau&s;e one ver&s;e &s;ometimes,</L>
<L>Is much &s;horter then his fellows to hold up the rithmes;</L>
<L>I confe&s;s before Criples to halt is not good:</L>
<L>Yet for excu&s;e &s;hee pleads, &s;he under&s;tood</L>
<L><PB N="25" REF="48">That things by their &s;imilies are be&s;t di&s;plaid,</L>
<L>And for that cau&s;e her feet are now Iambick made.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Refrigerium.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NOw through each vein my blood doth run</L>
<L>Hot as the Summers &s;corching Sun,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t on what &s;ide &s;o &egrave;'r I turn,</L>
<L>With double frying flames I burn.</L>
<L>To cool both <HI>Aelna's</HI> fir&s;t I'l have</L>
<L>An Arbour coole as is the grave,</L>
<L>And with green &s;hadie branches wove</L>
<L>As covert as <HI>Dodona's</HI> grove.</L>
<L>So that the Sun may not appear</L>
<L>At all in this clo&s;e Hemi&s;phere.</L>
<L>With Curran-bu&s;hes I'l hav't made</L>
<L>Vail'd o'r with Sycamores coole &s;hade,</L>
<L>And mixt with Ra&s;ps and Cherrytrees,</L>
<L>Who&s;e choice fruit may my pallat plea&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I'th' mid&s;t of which next &s;hal be &s;pread</L>
<L>Upon a large and &s;pacious &s;tead,</L>
<L>A fro&s;t-upon-green tabbie Quilt</L>
<L>Water'd, as if't had there bin &s;pilt,</L>
<L>Strew'd o'r with Ro&s;es where I may</L>
<L>Naked my lazie limbs di&s;play;</L>
<L>And underneath't a Chri&s;tal &s;tream.</L>
<L>Of fre&s;h Ro&s;e-water &s;till'd from them</L>
<L>Through th'limbeck of my body, that</L>
<L>My &s;melling Sen&s;e may recreate.</L>
<L>A marble Fountain next I'l have</L>
<L>Clo&s;e by in a large hollow cave</L>
<L>Springing with <HI>Nilus</HI> &s;eav'nfold &s;treams,</L>
<L>Til they all meet in one fair Thames:</L>
<L>Wa&s;hing in who&s;e pure waters we</L>
<L><HI>Diana</HI> and her <HI>Nymphs</HI> may &s;ee:</L>
<L><PB N="26" REF="49">With other lively Pictures, that</L>
<L>My <HI>Seeing &s;en&s;e</HI> may recreate.</L>
<L>Next I wil have <HI>Arion</HI> play</L>
<L>Upon a <HI>Dolphins</HI> back, who&s;e lay</L>
<L>Shal teach each bird to chirp and trie</L>
<L>How to excel his harmonie.</L>
<L><HI>Orpheus</HI> his harp, <HI>Apollo</HI>'s lyre</L>
<L>Shal with the <HI>Syrens</HI> fill the Quire.</L>
<L>With other &s;orts of Mu&s;ick, that</L>
<L>My hearing Sen&s;e may recreate.</L>
<L>A <HI>Mirmaid</HI> next I'l have in &s;tead</L>
<L>Oth' Barber for to kemb my head:</L>
<L>All the four Winds too &s;hal con&s;pire</L>
<L>With gentle breize to coole my fire</L>
<L>Till I being fann'd with Ladies love,</L>
<L>Then their cold Sex &s;hall colder prove.</L>
<L>La&s;t, becau&s;e nought cools better then</L>
<L>A Maid who warms and cooles agen.</L>
<L>I'l have a young plump amorous Queen,</L>
<L>Ripe though &s;he be not yet fifteen.</L>
<L>'Twixt who&s;e clo&s;e arms and &s;nowie brea&s;t</L>
<L>I may diffu&s;e my heat, and re&s;t:</L>
<L>Then bath my &s;elf in ki&s;&s;es, that</L>
<L>My <HI>Feeling</HI> Sen&s;e may recreate.</L>
<L>Thus when at once I all my Sen&s;es plea&s;e,</L>
<L>Me thinks I feel my &s;elf in Paradi&s;e.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
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<TEXT>
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<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="49">
<P>ELEGIES.</P>
<P><HI>By</HI> Robert Heath, <HI>E&s;quire.</HI></P>
<P><FIGURE>
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<P>LONDON, Printed for HUMPHRY MOSELEY, and are to be &s;old at his Shop at the &s;igne of the Princes Arms in S. <HI>Pauls</HI> Church-yard, 1650.</P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="elegies">
<PB REF="50">
<PB N="1" REF="50">
<HEAD>Elegies.</HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="elegy">
<HEAD>On the Death of the young and pious Ladie M^r^s <HI>C. P.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SO yong and ripe in judgement? fit for heaven</L>
<L>A Saint &s;hee was on earth, before eleven.</L>
<L>What Virtue was there lodg'd in this &s;mal world,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;oul grew fa&s;ter then the body could?</L>
<L>Sins &s;hee had none, but what cur&s;t Nature gave,</L>
<L>Yet e'r &s;he knew't, &s;hee long'd this world to leave,</L>
<L>Where but new enter'd, &s;he with pious rage</L>
<L>Her Prologue &s;poke, doth bravely quit the &s;tage.</L>
<L>Oh happy growth, that in &s;o &s;hort a time,</L>
<L>This early blo&s;&s;ome thus to heav'n could climb!</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="elegy">
<HEAD>Epicedium On the beautiful Lady M^r^s <HI>A. K.</HI> unfortu|nately drowned by chance in the Thames in pa&s;sing the Bridge.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DRown'd? and i'th' Thames? oh how I grieve to &s;ee</L>
<L>Such fair &s;treams act &s;o foul a Tragedie!</L>
<L>Not all thy main which twice a day doth flow,</L>
<L>Can wa&s;h this guilt from off thy con&s;cious brow.</L>
<L><PB N="2" REF="51">Like the dead &s;ea thou look'&s;t; whil&s;t every wave</L>
<L>Thou wear'&s;t, now &s;eems to be another grave.</L>
<L>Forgetful <HI>Lethe,</HI> or the Stygian Lake,</L>
<L>As thou foul <HI>Tyber,</HI> looks not halfe &s;o black.</L>
<L>How horrid thou appear'&s;t! and thou do&s;t ta&s;t</L>
<L>Sowre, and not half &s;o plea&s;ant as thou wa&s;t;</L>
<L><HI>Rome</HI> now wil fear to drink thee, &s;ince thou'rt dyde</L>
<L>With &s;uch cha&s;t guiltle&s;&s;e blood, and none wil ride</L>
<L>More on thy ruder waves, thy crueltie</L>
<L>Since 't would not &s;pare &s;o fair a Saint as &s;hee.</L>
<L>How I could flow with anger! chide thee too,</L>
<L>But thou art innocent, as pure, I know:</L>
<L>'Las 'twas her Fate, unhappy De&s;tinie!</L>
<L>Thus to thy &s;treams, to adde more puritie.</L>
<L>Thou'rt become white agen; an Element</L>
<L>Fit to receive a &s;oul &s;o innocent;</L>
<L>Who&s;e body buried in thy Chri&s;tal tomb</L>
<L>Tran&s;parent lies, &s;corning earths ba&s;er womb.</L>
<L>Gilt <HI>Tagus</HI> banks, nor the <HI>Pectalian</HI></L>
<L>Can boa&s;t &s;uch Golden trea&s;ures as you can.</L>
<L>Thou did&s;t but lend her to the Earth awhile,</L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t thy Pearl again, now <HI>Thamis</HI> &s;mile.</L>
<L>'Tis fit &s;uch gems &s;hould by the makers hands</L>
<L>Shine thus tran&s;planted to their native &s;ands.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="elegy">
<HEAD>On the Death of the excellent fair Lady, the Lady <HI>A. R.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HOw blindly erting were tho&s;e Painters, that</L>
<L>Did without eies grim Death delineate?</L>
<L>Did he not ayming &s;hoot, and &s;hooting hit</L>
<L>'Mid&s;t the Arcadian Nymphs this faire&s;t white,</L>
<L>This white&s;t <HI>Venus</HI> Dove? without his light</L>
<L>How had he found this mark, or &s;hot &s;o right?</L>
<L><PB N="3" REF="51">Thus as he aiming &s;tood, and in his heart</L>
<L>Relenting doubted, whether his fel dart</L>
<L>He &s;hould or &s;pare or &s;end, &s;o long he gaz'd</L>
<L>Upon her Beauties &s;plendour all amaz'd,</L>
<L>That the bright raies &s;he darted, did &s;o &s;hine</L>
<L>And dazle the beholding Archers eyne,</L>
<L>That whil&s;t he trembling &s;hot and made her light</L>
<L>Extinct, the beams of that put out his &s;ight.</L>
<L>And &s;o e'r &s;ince Death hath been blind indeed;</L>
<L>On her fair Tomb this Epitaph &s;hal be read:</L>
<L><HI>Beautie here on Death reveng'd, Triumphant lies,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who&s;e Glories won all hearts, put out all eies.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="elegy">
<HEAD>On the lo&s;&s;e of M^r <HI>N. W.</HI> his three fing|gers cut off at the battel of <HI>Edgehil,</HI> he being both a Poet and a Mu&s;itian.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BY &s;ome it hath been &s;aid,</L>
<L>That the be&s;t Mu&s;ick is by di&s;cord made;</L>
<L>But here, (I grieve to &s;ee)</L>
<L>By di&s;cords we have lo&s;t our harmonie.</L>
<L>How cruel was that hand</L>
<L>Depriv'd thee of thy cunning fingers? and</L>
<L>At one unhappy&punc; blow</L>
<L>Cut off an <HI>Orpheus,</HI> and a Poet too?</L>
<L>How &s;adly the &s;trings re&s;t</L>
<L>E'r &s;ince tho&s;e fingers which before expre&s;t</L>
<L>On them &s;uch lively art,</L>
<L>Were thus di&s;&s;ected from their con&s;tant part?</L>
<L>Yet though the&s;e joynts be gone</L>
<L>To quiet ea&s;e, two fingers &s;til are on,</L>
<L>Which with dexteritie</L>
<L>Can write the Epitaph o'th' t'other three.</L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="52">And though you cannot play;</L>
<L>Yet &s;til both &s;ing, and ver&s;ifie you may.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="elegy">
<HEAD><HI>Naenia</HI> Upon the death of my dear friend <HI>T. S.</HI> E&s;quire, &s;lain at the fir&s;t fight at <HI>Newbery, 1645.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>PAle Gho&s;t! I weep, not 'cau&s;e thy precious blood</L>
<L>Honour'd when &s;pilt, a cau&s;e &s;o ju&s;t, &s;o good;</L>
<L>Nor grieve I 'cau&s;e &s;o much that &s;uffer'd too,</L>
<L>I'th' lo&s;&s;e of &s;uch a Champion as you:</L>
<L>This makes my heart afre&s;h with thy wounds bleed,</L>
<L>A Loyal Subject, and my friend, is dead.</L>
<L>One, who&s;e unborrow'd native Wit proclaim'd</L>
<L>Him &s;ole <HI>Apollo</HI>'s heire; who&s;e <HI>Vertues</HI> fam'd</L>
<L>Him with <HI>Pandora</HI>'s gifts endow'd; who&s;e parts</L>
<L>Did &s;tile him Ma&s;ter of all noble Arts.</L>
<L>One who&s;e Youths &s;prightful valour did encline</L>
<L>To acts Heroick without help of wine,</L>
<L>One who prefer'd the cau&s;e he had in hand</L>
<L>Above his life, before his fathers land:</L>
<L>One that was forward, yet not de&s;p'rate bold,</L>
<L>A coward in ill acts, yet dur&s;t behold</L>
<L>Death in his uglye&s;t vizar. This was Hee</L>
<L>Who lov'd his friend, and feard no Enemie.</L>
<L>Who nobly thus did &s;eek an early grave,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e he &s;corn'd to live a &s;ubjects &s;lave.</L>
<L>Wide was the Orifice &s;ure of thy large wound,</L>
<L>Els had thy great and gallant &s;oul ne'r found</L>
<L>So ea&s;ie pa&s;&s;age thence to &s;allie out,</L>
<L>And leave her &s;o lov'd &s;eat to range about</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="52">Th'Ele&s;ian groves. My &s;ouls be&s;t part adieu,</L>
<L>I'l bathe thy wound in tears, though wounded too.</L>
<L>Drie eies forbear this urn! oh come not neer</L>
<L>To read this Epitaph without a tear.</L>
<L><HI>Spirit of Wit and Valour here doth lie</HI></L>
<L><HI>Doubly entomb'd i'th' Readers heart and eie.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="elegy">
<HEAD>Upon the lingring death of the Virtuous M^r^s <HI>L. H.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DEath! I not blame thy &s;ubtiltie</L>
<L>In cutting off this Happy Shee:</L>
<L>Ne'r did&s;t thou yet in thy black li&s;t enroul</L>
<L>So fair a &s;oul.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy Envie &s;natcht her hence, le&s;t wee</L>
<L>By her example taught, &s;hould be</L>
<L>Immortaliz'd by virtue, and live &s;til</L>
<L>Again&s;t thy wil.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For had&s;t thou &s;par'd her yet awhile,</L>
<L>And not prevented by this wile</L>
<L>Our grand de&s;ign, thou'ad&s;t lo&s;t thy &s;ting, and wee</L>
<L>Not feared thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Coward thou did&s;t by &s;low degrees</L>
<L>Upon her Vital &s;pirits ceaze,</L>
<L>Els had &s;hee &s;ummon'd pow'r, enough to &s;tand</L>
<L>Thy armed hand.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Subtile and envious Coward, thus</L>
<L>Thou'a&s;t &s;poiled Nature, robbed us:</L>
<L>Yet I not blame thee, thou'ad&s;t no other way,</L>
<L>To get thy prey.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="elegy">
<PB N="6" REF="53">
<HEAD>Upon the Death of the truly valiant Sir <HI>Bevil Grenvil</HI> &s;lain.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SEE where in We&s;tern clouds our Sun is &s;et!</L>
<L>Whil&s;t tho&s;e thick groves of Pikes of him be&s;et</L>
<L>To guard his Valour, trembled all and &s;hoke</L>
<L>With A&s;pen fear, &s;oon as this &s;tately Oke</L>
<L>Was cleft with fatal thunder! every head</L>
<L>Droops like pearl'd Violets now <HI>Grenvil</HI>'s dead.</L>
<L>Wee need no Gods of <HI>Egypt</HI> to exhale</L>
<L>Salt rivers from our eies, and force us waile</L>
<L>His &s;orrowed ab&s;ence; no &s;owre peele, or Rue</L>
<L>To damp our looks to Phari&s;aick hue.</L>
<L>From <HI>Grenvil</HI>'s Her&s;e each cheek is watered,</L>
<L>And &s;corns to wear a &s;mile now he is dead.</L>
<L>Did I not view Heav'ns great unarmed bow,</L>
<L>I might &s;u&s;pect <HI>Deucalion</HI> would o'r-flow</L>
<L>The drenched world again, and in his name</L>
<L>Erect a new eternal Ark of Fame.</L>
<L>What &s;udden inundation el&s;e could thus</L>
<L>As in a &s;econd deluge bury us</L>
<L>Alive? and waft us by a quick return</L>
<L>To &s;hades? what fire but that of his bright urne</L>
<L>Could melt each Mu&s;e to liquified ver&s;e,</L>
<L>And thus di&s;&s;olve in Elegiack tears?</L>
<L>What Ocean but his Virtues could have drunk</L>
<L>So many flouds from weeping eies, or &s;unk,</L>
<L>So many drowning hearts? at who&s;e &s;ad fall</L>
<L>A deep groan'd <HI>Diapa&s;on</HI> drowneth all,</L>
<L>And blends at once our Harmonie&mdash;</L>
<L>Oh I could cur&s;e that Planet that did reign</L>
<L>At thy fir&s;t birth, and e'r &s;ince &s;miling &s;hine</L>
<L>Til this unluckie hour it frown'd on thee,</L>
<L>Prompting our Stars to bode us mi&s;erie.</L>
<L>For if our hopeful cau&s;e &s;hould ga&s;ping lie,</L>
<L>I'de &s;wear it langui&s;ht, &s;ince &s;he &s;aw thee die.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="elegy">
<PB N="7" REF="53">
<HEAD>Upon the unfortunate death of the truly gallant and noble Gent. <HI>Ed. Sack|vil,</HI> E&s;quire.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THy pow'r pale envious death I now defie,</L>
<L>Thy rage is &s;pent in this one Tragedie.</L>
<L>Thou'a&s;t purloin'd our chief wealth, and in one hour</L>
<L>Rob'd Honours Garland of its choi&s;e&s;t flow'r.</L>
<L>Now do thy wor&s;t! thy life-depriving dart,</L>
<L>Can no more Conque&s;t bring, nor deeper &s;mart.</L>
<L>Oft his tri'd Valour in the open field</L>
<L>Dar'd thee, where &s;ince thou could&s;t not make him yield,</L>
<L>Now by a weak and clande&s;tine &s;urprize</L>
<L>Thou &s;mit'&s;t him unawares by cowardize.</L>
<L>Yet went he arm'd again&s;t that fatal blow,</L>
<L>Which &s;in did print upon his fle&s;h, not you.</L>
<L>Then be not proud of this thy &s;poil, &s;ince he</L>
<L>Did wi&s;h to, more then you could make him, die.</L>
<L>For now he lives fam'd to po&s;teritie,</L>
<L>Both for his Virtues and his Loyaltie.</L>
<L>The gallant &s;pirit of who&s;e youthful heat</L>
<L>Doth with his urnes clear oyle perpetuate.</L>
<L>VVe weep not then, becau&s;e he dy'd; but thus;</L>
<L>The &s;trange chance, doth &s;trange wonder claim in us.</L>
<L>Hee that but newly chang'd his mortal life</L>
<L>In &s;acred wedlock, with a happy VVife,</L>
<L>Is forc'd by th'ignorant malice of wor&s;e men</L>
<L>To change it for a happ'er once agen:</L>
<L>Hee who&s;e rich Virtues gain'd each man his friend</L>
<L>That knew them both, to his untimely end</L>
<L>Thus brought by foes (if any he could have)</L>
<L>Hath with his precious corps enricht the grave.</L>
<L>Hee, Hee, is gone: and nought but &s;orrow left</L>
<L>To mind us of the good we are bereft.</L>
<L><PB N="8" REF="54">For 'tis not onely Hee; we all are dead</L>
<L>As when the Sun &s;ets flow'rs &s;eem withered:</L>
<L>Nor doth his Fam'ly onely lo&s;e a &s;tem,</L>
<L>The Kingdome &s;uffers in the lo&s;&s;e of him.</L>
<L>More I &s;hould &s;ay; but &s;ullen griefe denies,</L>
<L>I'l &s;igh, and vent the re&s;t with weeping eies.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="elegy">
<HEAD>Elegie Upon the death of that thrice valiant Lord, the Lord <HI>Bernard Stewart,</HI> &s;lain in the fight neer <HI>VVe&s;t-Che&s;ter.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BOa&s;t not proud death of this thy Victorie!</L>
<L>In killing him who thus re&s;olv'd to die!</L>
<L>Had&s;t thou a life to lo&s;e, I would on thee</L>
<L>Revenge his too too early De&s;tinie.</L>
<L>But Coward! thou nor &s;pirit ha&s;t nor heat;</L>
<L>Els thou would&s;t neer ha' &s;mit &s;o brave, &s;o great</L>
<L>A Per&s;on, that on thy dread Tragick &s;tage</L>
<L>Fought on thy &s;ide, and in that bloodie rage</L>
<L>To thy black &s;hades &s;o many breathle&s;&s;e &s;ent.</L>
<L>Perhaps thou feard&s;t his highborn furie meant</L>
<L>With fierce a&s;&s;ault thy conqu'ring &s;elfe di&s;arm,</L>
<L>Sans fear of death he fought &s;o; at which alar'm,</L>
<L>Le&s;t he thy territories &s;hould invade,</L>
<L>And &s;o u&s;urp thy pow'r, thou wa&s;t afraid,</L>
<L>So 'caus thy jealous fear would admit none,</L>
<L>A Rival in thy Empire, thou &s;o &s;oon</L>
<L>Did&s;t cut him off. Happy unhappy he</L>
<L>Right noble born, and dying; here doth lie,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;ingle Death-de&s;pi&s;ing Valour made</L>
<L>His greate&s;t enemie, <HI>Death</HI> it &s;elfe afraid.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="elegy">
<PB N="9" REF="54">
<HEAD>On the Death of that mo&s;t famous Mu&s;i|cian M^r <HI>VV. Lawes,</HI> &s;lain in this un|happy Civil Warr.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SUch is the &s;trange Antipathie between</L>
<L>The Wolfe and &s;heep; that a Drum with Wolves skin</L>
<L>Headed and beat, the partchment bottome breaks,</L>
<L>And &s;oundle&s;s to the &s;tick no an&s;wer makes:</L>
<L>So the Wolfe's by, the <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Sic Alciatus putavit in illo eleganti Emblemate. <HI>Coete|ra mute&s;cent corium&abque; &s;ilebit ovillum Si confecta lupi tympana pelle &s;onent,</HI> &amp;c. Tanta quippe e&s;t antipathia, ut ne morte quidem finiatur; &s;ed vel tum quo&abque; Lupus Ovi formi|dolo&s;us exi&s;tat.</NOTE> Lamb&s;trings break; &s;o <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Ideo&abque; Lupinas fides &s;i &s;ungas agninis, illas di&s;&s;ilere &s;cribit <HI>Martinus del Rio. lib. 1. Di&s;qui Ma|gic. c. 4.</HI></NOTE> dumb</L>
<L>Is th'other, when you &s;ound a Wolves-skin'd Drum.</L>
<L>By Wolves our <HI>Orpheus</HI> thus oppos'd was &s;lain;</L>
<L>His Lyres offended &s;trings thus crackt in twain,</L>
<L>At their har&s;h foes approach, and rang his knell.</L>
<L>Such untun'd &s;ouls, who di&s;cord lov'd too well,</L>
<L>Knew not the Heav'n of Mu&s;icks harmonie</L>
<L>(And who not love't dull or il-natur'd be.)</L>
<L>But more enraged grew. El&s;e like tho&s;e</L>
<L>Wild bea&s;ts <HI>Amphion</HI> tam'd, they wou'd ha' ro&s;e</L>
<L>In&s;pir'd with love, and ki&s;t tho&s;e hands, who&s;e aires</L>
<L>Ravi&s;ht the birds, and taught the heav'nly Spheres</L>
<L>To move in plea&s;ing con&s;ort. But e'r &s;in'</L>
<L>Our <HI>Lawes</HI> expir'd, this Common-wealth hath bin</L>
<L>Quite out of tune. Could his &s;urviving laies</L>
<L>Yet '&s;wage our <HI>Genius</HI> (as <HI>Pythagoras</HI></L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="55">VVith his &s;oft accents, and &s;weet &s;treins &s;ubdu'd</L>
<L>And well appeas'd a mad-brain'd multitude)</L>
<L>I'de &s;wear they were Divine, who&s;e pow'rful breath</L>
<L>Could Eccho his rare concords after death,</L>
<L>And in Loves Symphonie unite each part.</L>
<L>This had been done by <HI>Lawes</HI> his hand and Art,</L>
<L>(Had he but liv'd;) e'r now. <HI>Melpomene,</HI></L>
<L>Mourn then! for earth hath lo&s;t her harmonie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT>
<TEXT>
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="55">
<P>EPIGRAMS.</P>
<P>The fir&s;t Book.</P>
<P><HI>By</HI> Robert Heath, <HI>E&s;quire.</HI></P>
<Q>Quam nihil, hoc aliud, vel mal&eacute;, praestat agam.</Q>
<P><FIGURE>
</FIGURE></P>
<P>LONDON, Printed for HUMPHRY MOSELEY, and are to be &s;old at his Sho at the &s;igne of the Princes Arms in S. <HI>Pauls</HI> Church-yard, 1650.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="to the reader">
<PB REF="56">
<HEAD>To the Reader.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Gentle Reader,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>_SU&s;pect your &s;elfe, and not me, I am no wilde Sa|tyr, no <HI>Rhinoceros, cui na&s;us &s;u&s;pendet ad|uncus:</HI> if you make not your &s;elfe the greater mon&s;ter, and by a guilty application think your &s;elfe pointed at. Though the title <HI>Epigram</HI> &s;eems to carrie a &s;ting in the tayle: yet the harmle&s;s Bee wil not wound, unle&s;s you fir&s;t provoke it. Indeed an <HI>Epigram</HI> &s;hould be <HI>aculeatum in caud &acirc;,</HI> where the whole force of the argu|ment <GAP DESC="foreign"> &s;hould be &s;yllogistically &s;ummed up in the conclu&s;ion. This Le&s;bian rule, I have endeavoured to keep, where perhaps I conclude &s;ometimes with gall enough, but no &s;pleen. I not per&s;onate thee, but thy follies (if thou ha&s;t any.) Such general cen&s;ures are not &s;candalous, but u&s;eful, and therefore pardonable. If thou &s;eest then thy imperfections in any of the&s;e Idaeas as in a mirrour repre&s;ented to thee, blame Nature and thy &s;elf, and not the gla&s;s that &s;howes them. All that I &s;hall &s;ay to excu&s;e the&s;e <HI>illepidas ineptias,</HI> in that they are not all alike &s;alted, is what the best of <HI>Epigramati&s;ts</HI> &s;aid of his own long &s;ince.</P>
<LG>
<L>Sunt bona, &s;unt quaedam mediocria, &s;ed mala plura:</L>
<L>Quae legis hic aliter non fit Avite, liber.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Some good there are, &s;ome mean, though mo&s;t be bad,</L>
<L>N<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> book was otherwi&s;e (Good Reader?) made.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 N="1" TYPE="book">
<PB N="1" REF="56">
<HEAD>Epigrams. <HI>Lib.</HI> 1.</HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="to the reader">
<HEAD>To the Reader of my <HI>Epigrams</HI> and <HI>Satyrs.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>REader!</HI> that we may &s;til be friends be wi&s;e!</L>
<L>And read no more of me, I thee advi&s;e!</L>
<L>Somewhere thou'lt find thy &s;elfe abus'd, and hate</L>
<L>My naked truths, and &s;o repent too late:</L>
<L>Some &s;awcie line, if they, not give offence,</L>
<L>The duller yet, wil vex thy patience.</L>
<L>Why wrot I then, me thinks I hear it &s;ed,</L>
<L>If I not meant the Satyrs &s;hould be read?</L>
<L>Read on then at your peril! but &s;ee you</L>
<L>Read as I writ, having nought els to do.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To a lacivious Blackamoore Woman.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TIs Night in thine, in my face day: but yet</L>
<L>Should wee joyn; wee might mongrel twilight get;</L>
<L>A Tawny-moore that would of both partake:</L>
<L>Haunt me not Shade! I'l no new mon&s;ter make.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="2" REF="57">
<HEAD>To <HI>Co&s;mus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WOuld&s;t know who 'tis that makes his knife his plough?</L>
<L>Reaps with encrea&s;e, and yet doth never &s;ow?</L>
<L>That hath no Granarie to <HI>inn</HI> an eare,</L>
<L>And yet 'tis harve&s;t with him all the year?</L>
<L>That without fear of Statute, doth ingro&s;&s;e</L>
<L>All th'corn hee can, and lives by others lo&s;&s;e?</L>
<L>Nor buyes nor &s;els, nor eats it? then know (Sir?)</L>
<L>'Tis <HI>Gemurcide,</HI> your humble Corn-cutter.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Lieutenant <HI>Catch.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>CAtch</HI> brags much of his learning; and how wel</L>
<L>In letters ver&s;t, he many doth excel:</L>
<L>Thou wert indeed a cunning letter'd knave,</L>
<L>Thy learning from the gallowes thee did &s;ave:</L>
<L>No <HI>Samian</HI> e'r &s;o letter'd was, as you,</L>
<L>Twice thou wa&s;t burnt i'th' hand, and once i'th' brow.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To one that after ten years &s;tudie, brought forth a lamentable work.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TEn years you &s;ay 'tis, &s;ince you 'gan to write:</L>
<L>So long in bringing forth &s;o little wit?</L>
<L>So after ten years &s;iege the Graecians won</L>
<L>But a dry ravi&s;ht <HI>Helen,</HI> and burnt town:</L>
<L>So Elephants bring forth, having ten years gone,</L>
<L>A foetuqus mon&s;ter, &s;uch as you have done.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="3" REF="57">
<HEAD>On rich Lock.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>RIch Lock's maids &s;tay not long with him, yet they</L>
<L>Laden all, though not Maiden, go away:</L>
<L>Some to his tenants elde&s;t &s;ons are wed,</L>
<L>Some to his menial &s;ervants married;</L>
<L>With th' fir&s;t he gives &s;ome monie, and to the&s;e</L>
<L>A Rent-free farme or Copyhold he gi'es.</L>
<L>Well their &s;hort &s;ervice thou rewarde&s;t Lock:</L>
<L>Young Tenants cann't begin without a &s;tock.</L>
<L>Sure a more gracious Landlord ne'r was known</L>
<L>Lock's now more like a father to his town.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To the Printer.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Prithee &s;poil-&s;heet! through re&s;olv'd mi&s;take</L>
<L>Don't in my book more new Errata's make!</L>
<L>And force, ith' latter &s;heet thy Reader &s;o</L>
<L>With thy faults and &s;mal &s;en&s;e more pennance do!</L>
<L>Hee'l not forgive thee, &s;ince he knows ful wel</L>
<L>You made them now, that it might better &s;el.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Galla</HI> her going to a Nunnerie.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>E'R her Probation year was fini&s;hed,</L>
<L>She not approv'd that life; <HI>Improve</HI> &s;he did:</L>
<L>The fir&s;t year <HI>Galla</HI> only &s;aid &s;he meant</L>
<L>To prove: She prov'd indeed, with child, and went.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="4" REF="58">
<HEAD>On <HI>Marcus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>HOmers Stentorian</HI> that had the voice</L>
<L>Of fifty men, made not &s;o great a noi&s;e</L>
<L>As <HI>Marcus,</HI> when he pleads; no Judge can &s;leep</L>
<L>Or Officer, he doth &s;uch bawling keep.</L>
<L>Who but loud <HI>Marcus</HI> the Court practice hath?</L>
<L>His clients cau&s;e he carries with a breath.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To Sullen.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>SUllen,</HI> when it is vext' <HI>wil</HI> angry &s;it,</L>
<L>'Twil neither eat nor drink, but pout and fret:</L>
<L>Fa&s;t! you do wel, in <HI>Gallen</HI> I have read</L>
<L>Such &s;curvie humours &s;hould be &s;terv'd, not fed.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Cleombrotus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SOon as <HI>Cleombrotus</HI> th' <HI>Ambraciot</HI> read</L>
<L>Grave <HI>Plato</HI>'s <HI>Phaedo</HI> that di&s;cours'd how dead</L>
<L>This life is; after which the &s;oul &s;hould be</L>
<L>Cloath'd with a robe of Immortalitie.</L>
<L>Mi&s;taking <HI>him;</HI> him&s;elf did fondly drown,</L>
<L>And cryd thus chang'd my <HI>crook</HI> is for a <HI>Crown.</HI></L>
<L>Alas! poor blind deceived Mortal&punc; he</L>
<L>Made too much ha&s;t to Immortalitie:</L>
<L>Who'd take by force what may be giv'n him? &s;ince</L>
<L>Heav'n ne'r was purchas'd by <HI>&s;uch</HI> violence?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="5" REF="58">
<HEAD>To a Travellour.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>YOu talk of <HI>Silarus</HI> that turns wood to &s;tone;</L>
<L>Of a Fount flows with wax, and then of one</L>
<L>That &s;treams with pitch; and of the <HI>Andrian</HI> &s;pring</L>
<L>That &s;tore of wine and oyl doth daily bring;</L>
<L>All <HI>this</HI> I'l fir&s;t beleive, then travaile I,</L>
<L>To &s;ee how wide you and your fountains <HI>lie.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On the Ladie <HI>Seem-pol.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DRe&s;t like her &s;elf, her feat di&s;cour&s;e is drawn</L>
<L>Latinify'd in fine &s;pun Cobweb lawn;</L>
<L>Each flatuous word &s;wels with verbo&s;itie,</L>
<L>And &s;peaks how skild &s;he is in Sophi&s;trie:</L>
<L>How wi&s;e your <HI>babes</HI> would be, if <HI>they,</HI> &s;o young,</L>
<L>Should learne from you to &s;peak their mother tongue?</L>
<L>Nay &s;he learn'd <HI>Ari&s;totle;</HI> dares confute</L>
<L>Or, with <HI>Bengeli,</HI> of the Stars di&s;pute?</L>
<L>Far above <HI>humane,</HI> much <HI>more,</HI> womans reach</L>
<L>Or laugh at him that did oth' Sunday preach:</L>
<L>Thus at her tongue mo&s;t rarely good is &s;he:</L>
<L>She's at her tail as good, or fame doth lie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Sir <HI>Gervas Loftie.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHat what a Spani&s;h gate this portly tal</L>
<L>And glorious Ship doth through the Ocean &s;ail</L>
<L>Of its va&s;t boundle&s;s pride? at which the &s;mal</L>
<L>And weaker pinnace mu&s;t or break or vail?</L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="59">He wil know no man; this the cau&s;e may be,</L>
<L>He hardly knows him&s;elf, for every day</L>
<L>He or his garment's not the &s;ame, whil&s;t he</L>
<L>Turns &s;hapes like <HI>Proteus,</HI> looking big and gay.</L>
<L>Poor &s;hip although your &s;ails &s;o wide you bear,</L>
<L>I know ther's twenty have in thee a &s;hare.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To the Reader.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DO&s;t wonder Reader why my Satyr-Mu&s;e</L>
<L>Hath got no lines ith' front as others u&s;e</L>
<L>To &s;et her forth, and &s;o conceive her poore</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e friendle&s;s as not worth the reading o'r?</L>
<L>Why I be&s;poke not other men to write</L>
<L><HI>Encomium</HI>'s there, who&s;e empty prai&s;es might</L>
<L>Make the enlarged Preface &s;wel and look</L>
<L>Like <HI>Mindus</HI> porch, as big as all the book?</L>
<L>She &s;cornd to beg applau&s;e, or trouble friends,</L>
<L>Except tho&s;e &s;he gets: <HI>Good wine</HI> it <HI>&s;elf</HI> commends.</L>
<L>Why &s;hud a &s;tranger at her fea&s;t &s;ay grace?</L>
<L>She bids you welcome, fall to, if you plea&s;e!</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>Epitaph on a Poor Alchymi&s;t.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe a&s;hes of a Golden A&s;s,</L>
<L>Not worth a monument of bra&s;s,</L>
<L>Or Chymi&s;t &s;ubtle as his gold</L>
<L>Reader this earthen urn doth hold;</L>
<L>Who, his gold vani&s;ht all to air</L>
<L>And dear-bought cinders, through de&s;pair</L>
<L>And Deaths more certain Chime&s;trie,</L>
<L>The Quinte&s;&s;ence of Fool did die,</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="59">Thus &s;ublimated and cal<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">in'd</L>
<L>To nothing, but poor du&s;t refin'd.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>Why men are &s;o unlike.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHy one man is not like another', <HI>this;</HI></L>
<L>No one is like him&s;elf, and &s;o it is.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To Madam <HI>Moyle</HI> on her Picture.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>MAdam!</HI> their judgments I commend who &s;aid,</L>
<L>Your Pictur's like your &s;elf, for it is made</L>
<L>Of fading colours which wil wear away,</L>
<L>To be gaz'd on a while, and then decay;</L>
<L>An empty &s;hadow with a rouling &s;ight,</L>
<L>Looks wantonly on all that look on it;</L>
<L>A wel dre&s;t &s;tatue, yes; and painted too;</L>
<L>'Tis very like you, <HI>Madam!</HI> &s;o are you.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>Epitaph on a very fat man.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>UNder this pebble &s;tone,</L>
<L>Here fa&s;t &s;leepeth one,</L>
<L>And that is not two;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet was without doubt</L>
<L>Far bigger about,</L>
<L>Then both I, and you.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His kidneys encrea&s;t</L>
<L>So much, that his wa&s;t</L>
<L><PB N="8" REF="60">Was hooped all round:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So his girdle Death cuts,</L>
<L>And down fel his guts,</L>
<L>'Bouts heels to the ground.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Clois.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Know you rich; you are an heir,</L>
<L>You'r courteous, liberal, and fair,</L>
<L>You'r wi&s;e too, as mo&s;t women are,</L>
<L>Jolly, and friendly, debonair:</L>
<L>I like this freedom; but they &s;ay</L>
<L>You are to free another way.</L>
<L><HI>Clois</HI> farewel! your gold's too light;</L>
<L>And &s;o I may too dearly buy't.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On the Engli&s;h Moun&s;ieur.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AN Engli&s;h Moun&s;ieur lately came from <HI>France,</HI></L>
<L>Where he had learnt to make a leg, to dance,</L>
<L>To ki&s;s his little finger, ride the Barbe,</L>
<L>And wear his cloaths in the authentick garbe.</L>
<L>Seeing him thus ith' <HI>mode,</HI> I did demand</L>
<L>In French, how long 'twas &s;ince he came to land?</L>
<L>He an&s;wer'd not, but &s;aid he had been long</L>
<L>In <HI>France,</HI> but never car'd to learne the tongue.</L>
<L>How many are there whom we thus mi&s;take,</L>
<L>That travel only thus for fa&s;hion &s;ake?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="9" REF="60">
<HEAD>On <HI>Philautus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>PHilautus</HI> thinks each woman that doth view</L>
<L>His proper per&s;on, &s;treight mu&s;t love him too&punc;</L>
<L>Alas Town cladder thou'rt mi&s;tane I &s;ee,</L>
<L>Thou lov'&s;t thy &s;elf, and them, they laugh at thee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Nab</HI> and <HI>Plodwel.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>NAb</HI> gone to Sea two years or more, and dead</L>
<L>Reported &s;ince, his wife did <HI>Plodwel</HI> wed:</L>
<L>Return'd <HI>Nab</HI> found his wife with child, and though</L>
<L>Her he mu&s;t keep, the child he would not too.</L>
<L><HI>Plodwel</HI> ejected of's new home and wife,</L>
<L>Laid the ca&s;e thus: Tenant for years or life</L>
<L>When that his time expires, what e'r he leaves</L>
<L>Unto the Freehold fa&s;tned, the Law gives</L>
<L>All to the Landlord; and who ploughs, and &s;owes</L>
<L>Anothers ground, at his own peril do's</L>
<L>The &s;ame, and loo&s;es all the crop: &s;ince I</L>
<L>Have tre&s;pa&s;s'd, reap the &s;ame! he made reply,</L>
<L>The barn and ground's your own; good land &s;hould not</L>
<L>Lie fallow. <HI>Nab</HI> thus gain'd what <HI>Plodwel</HI> got.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Lupa.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THy daughter-Whore, begets a Bawd her mother,</L>
<L>As Ice and water each engender other:</L>
<L>Though thy age freize with her &s;alt mixt like &s;now</L>
<L>Before her lu&s;tfull fires, it thaweth too</L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="61">By the &s;ame heat inflam'd: when &s;he grows ice</L>
<L>So you can warme her bloud with Bawdes advice.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Priske</HI> and <HI>Galla.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SOme think <HI>Prisk's</HI> great with <HI>Galla;</HI> but &s;ay I,</L>
<L>She is grown great with him, or fame doth lie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To a fat U&s;urer.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>FAt folks we &s;ay by nature are mo&s;t free:</L>
<L>You and your pur&s;e are fat, and yet I &s;ee</L>
<L>Your hand and that &s;til &s;hut, the rea&s;ons this;</L>
<L>In co&s;tive fle&s;h thy <HI>lean</HI> &s;oul buried is.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Wylde.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HIs father &s;ick and dying, <HI>Wylde</HI> mourn'd &s;ore,</L>
<L>But 'twas becau&s;e he died not before:</L>
<L>At's burial he in mourning weeds was clad,</L>
<L>This was cau&s;e th' Mother was not al&s;o dead:</L>
<L>She dead, &s;ad &s;oul! he cloath'd him&s;elf in Sack</L>
<L>(Cloath I not mean) for th' belly, not the back.</L>
<L>Oh Viperous age! when children &s;hal &s;o &s;oon</L>
<L>Through envy wi&s;h their parents dead and gone!</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="11" REF="61">
<HEAD>On <HI>Smart.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Puritan once; <HI>Smart,</HI> &s;ince conform'd did bow,</L>
<L>Wore a Canonick ca&s;&s;ock to his &s;hooe:</L>
<L>Turn'd with the tide he rails 'gain&s;t Bi&s;hops now;</L>
<L>This for a quiet living <HI>Smart</HI> can do:</L>
<L>In&s;tead of Ca&s;&s;ock now a cloack he wears,</L>
<L>A broad hat with &s;hort hair and longer ears.</L>
<L>As th' Sun moves he &s;ets his Horo&s;cope:</L>
<L><HI>Smart</HI>'s both a turn coat now, and Heliotrope.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Brisk.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>BRisk</HI> brag'd of's ready wit; I tempting him</L>
<L>But for one di&s;tick, did propound this theam,</L>
<L><HI>Nothing:</HI> It cannot be, he wondring &s;aid</L>
<L>That out of Nothing ought &s;hu'd e'r be made.</L>
<L>Dul <HI>Brisk</HI> thou ne'r could&s;t tune <HI>Apollo</HI>'s lyre:</L>
<L>A pure&s;teeld wit, wil &s;trike <HI>Mercurial</HI> fire</L>
<L>Out of the flintie&s;t &s;ubject: but thy head</L>
<L>Is all compos'd of &s;ofter mettle, <HI>lead.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Mop&s;a</HI> a Chambermaide.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>MOp&s;a</HI> advanc'd from th' dairie to her Dame,</L>
<L>With her black bag <HI>conceal'd</HI> from whence &s;he came:</L>
<L><HI>Mop&s;a</HI> o'r her bodie had a tan'd goo&s;e-skin,</L>
<L>Yet her cloaths hid it, &s;o that was not &s;een:</L>
<L><HI>Mop&s;a</HI> her face was chinkt and uglie too,</L>
<L>Yet that &s;he &s;alv'd with Arts adulterate hue:</L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="62"><HI>Mop&s;a</HI>'s pretended &s;impring mode&s;tie</L>
<L>Hid her foul thoughts: Stil good &s;he &s;eem'd to be:</L>
<L><HI>Mop&s;a</HI>'s wemb &s;well'd, that fault was al&s;o hid</L>
<L>By th' Chaplains ca&s;&s;ock whom &s;he married:</L>
<L>But <HI>Mop&s;a</HI>'s child did like her Ma&s;ter grow:</L>
<L>Alas! poor <HI>Mop&s;a</HI> was di&s;cover'd now.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To fat <HI>Apicius.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A <HI>Picius</HI> leave! &s;cratch thy bald pate no more</L>
<L>Hark how thy Mu&s;e &s;upine doth &s;leeping &s;nore</L>
<L>In thy di&s;eas'd and bedred &s;oul! She lies</L>
<L>Slumbring re&s;olv'd neither to wake or ri&s;e.</L>
<L>Not all thy &s;prightly Sack or far fetcht chear</L>
<L>Can help as midwives to deliver her.</L>
<L>The fumes from thy ful paunch a&s;cending fil</L>
<L>Thy head with vapours, who&s;e dul mi&s;ts do kil</L>
<L>And &s;uffocate thy vitals, hurt thy brain,</L>
<L>Where all thy genitive faculties are lane.</L>
<L>The Mu&s;es live in hungry air, feed clean,</L>
<L>So mu&s;t you; els your wit wil ne'r be keen.</L>
<L>As 'tis in Nature &s;o in Poe&s;ie,</L>
<L>Seldom or nev'r fat bodies pregnant be.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On a deaf man and his blind wife.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe husband's deaf, the wife cann't &s;ee a wink</L>
<L>She's ears to him' and now he's eies to her:</L>
<L>Which hath the happier time on't do you think?</L>
<L><HI>He;</HI> &s;ince her parlous tongue he cannot hear,</L>
<L>Her noi&s;e 'tis thought deaft him; howe'r it be,</L>
<L>Happy is that lo&s;s that made them thus agree.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="13" REF="62">
<HEAD>On <HI>Lena.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>LEna</HI> a virgin was &s;o pure,</L>
<L>So holy, &s;ober, cha&s;t, demure,</L>
<L>So all o'r mild, as in good &s;ooth</L>
<L>Butter would hardly melt in mouth.</L>
<L>But <HI>Lena</HI> married grew a &s;cold</L>
<L>Outragious, impudent, and bold;</L>
<L>And when her lu&s;tful fires went out,</L>
<L>A <HI>Bawd,</HI> &s;he threw the &s;parks about.</L>
<L>Her early goodne&s;s did pre&s;age</L>
<L>She would degenerate with age.</L>
<L>The double blo&s;&s;om'd Apple-tree</L>
<L>Never bears any fruit we &s;ee:</L>
<L>And a forward promi&s;ing Spring,</L>
<L>Doth but a &s;terile Autumne bring.</L>
<L>The Proverb thus &s;he verifies,</L>
<L>A young Saint an old Divel is.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>Why Ju&s;tice is painted blind.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHo painted Ju&s;tice blind did not declare</L>
<L>What Magi&s;trates &s;hould be, but what they are;</L>
<L>Not &s;o much 'cau&s;e they rich and poor &s;hud weigh</L>
<L>In their ju&s;t &s;cales alike; but becau&s;e they</L>
<L>Now blind with bribes are grown &s;o weak of &s;ight,</L>
<L>They'l &s;ooner <HI>feel</HI> a cau&s;e then <HI>&s;ee</HI> it right.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="14" REF="63">
<HEAD>Of Love. Sonnets.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHy love &s;o often theams each writers pen</L>
<L>Is this: 'tis &s;preading Love o'rcomes all men:</L>
<L>Which &s;icknes though mo&s;t would hide fro~ their friends,</L>
<L>Like Agues, yet 'twil work at th' fingers ends.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To Sir <HI>Gregorie</HI> Non&s;en&s;e.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen you to little purpo&s;e much do talk</L>
<L>Repeating &s;til the &s;ame thing, and I baulk</L>
<L>Your weaker argument to avoid delay;</L>
<L>Angry you'd have me <HI>hear you out, you &s;ay,</HI></L>
<L>I'have heard thee out too long, where you ha' bin</L>
<L>Wide from the purpo&s;e, now lets hear thee in.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To &s;pend-fa&s;t a Gam&s;ter.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe famous <HI>Lers</HI> of <HI>Bele&s;tat</HI> that flows</L>
<L>And for four months doth ebb each hower, &s;hows</L>
<L>What tides thy wavering fortune bears, whil&s;t you</L>
<L>By play wax rich, and wain as often too.</L>
<L>But <HI>Spend-fa&s;t</HI> this hath a full Sea to feed</L>
<L>It's thir&s;tie current when it &s;tands in need:</L>
<L>You han't an Ocean of wealth I think,</L>
<L>When all your bags grow drie to make them drink.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="15" REF="63">
<HEAD>To the Ingenious Reader.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>REader</HI> be wi&s;e! and don't abu&s;e the Poet!</L>
<L>Say not his wit is old, &s;tole; or, I know it!</L>
<L>If nought worth prai&s;e you here &s;hal find or &s;ee,</L>
<L>Be &s;ilent then; Hee'l do as much for thee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Sullen.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>Sullen</HI> wil eat no meat but peevi&s;hly</L>
<L>Replies I care not nor I will not, I:</L>
<L>Troth I commend his ab&s;tinence, 'tis great,</L>
<L>When having &s;uch a &s;tomack hee'l not eat.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Pi&s;tor.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen <HI>Pi&s;tors</HI> bread is found too light, 'tis &s;ent</L>
<L>To the poor Pri&s;oners for his puni&s;hment:</L>
<L>I not approve't, 'tis Charity mi&s;tane,</L>
<L><HI>Pi&s;tor</HI> youar' &s;til an errant Knave in graine.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On a fruitful Merchants wife.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Merchant newly married went to Sea;</L>
<L>Returning after three years voyage, he</L>
<L>Found his wife bu&s;ied mid&s;t her children two,</L>
<L>And with a third as big as &s;he could goe.</L>
<L><PB N="16" REF="64">She to prevent a &s;torme &s;aid husband! you</L>
<L>By Sea, and I by land have <HI>travail'd</HI> too.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To a painted Whore.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AS rotten worms do breed in gilded books,</L>
<L>So thrives thy carkas under painted looks:</L>
<L>Who reads thy &s;ou I &s;hal find that too within</L>
<L>In every line and letter black with &s;in.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Brisk.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>BRisk</HI> when thour't drunk, then in thy own conceit,</L>
<L>Thour't Valiant, Wi&s;e, Great, Hone&s;t, Rich, Di&s;creet.</L>
<L>Infus'd at once &s;o many qualities?</L>
<L>Oh Virtuous &s;ack from whence all the&s;e ari&s;e!</L>
<L>Troth! <HI>Brisk</HI> be alwaies drunk! for wel I know</L>
<L>When you are &s;ober you are nothing &s;o.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Jeffry</HI> the Kings dwarfe.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SMal Sir! me thinks in your le&s;&s;e &s;elf I &s;ee</L>
<L>Expre&s;t the le&s;&s;er worlds Epitomie.</L>
<L>You may write man, ith' <HI>ab&s;tract</HI> &s;o you are,</L>
<L>Though printed in a &s;maller Character.</L>
<L>The pocket volume hath as much within't</L>
<L>As the broad Folio in a larger print,</L>
<L>And is more u&s;eful too. Though low you &s;eem</L>
<L>Yet you'ar both great and high in mens e&s;teem.</L>
<L><PB N="17" REF="64">Your &s;oul's as large as others, &s;o's your mind:</L>
<L>To greatne&s;s Virtue's not like &s;trength confin'd.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To Overwi&s;e.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BEfore a <HI>fea&s;t</HI> is crackt he laughs and &s;wears</L>
<L>Good before&mdash;oh apprehen&s;ive ears!</L>
<L>That do like lightning thus prevent the &s;troke</L>
<L>And conceive thunder e'r the cloud is broke.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Moun&s;ieur Finedre&s;s.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SR. do but marke yon cri&s;ped Sir you meet!</L>
<L>How like a Pageant he doth &s;talk the &s;treet?</L>
<L>See how his perfum'd head is <HI>powderd</HI> o'r!</L>
<L>Twu'd &s;tink el&s;e, for it wanted <HI>&s;alt</HI> before.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Philautus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>PHilautus</HI> with him&s;elf is much in love,</L>
<L>Doth his own actions ever be&s;t approve;</L>
<L>Nay his own picture he doth look upon,</L>
<L>('Cau&s;e 'tis like him,) with admiration:</L>
<L>How wel may he be &s;aid and truly too</L>
<L>To court a &s;hadow? he him&s;elf is &s;o.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="18" REF="65">
<HEAD>To <HI>Gripe.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GRipe to me all when he is dead wil give,</L>
<L>Wil part with nothing whil&s;t he is alive:</L>
<L>What thanks is that to gape for dead mens &s;hoos?</L>
<L>To give them only when you cannot chu&s;e?</L>
<L>Give now; 'tis left then 'gain&s;t your wil I know:</L>
<L>It is twice giv'n, what <HI>living</HI> we be&s;tow.</L>
<L>He leavs a good name who givs whil&s;t he livs,</L>
<L>And only carries with him what he givs.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Lurch</HI> the match-contriver.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>LUrch</HI> th' old match-maker with his hunting no&s;e</L>
<L>All the young Heirs both Male and Female knows</L>
<L>In town or Country, widows too, or men</L>
<L>Once married, he can help to wed agen:</L>
<L>Saves them the labour too of wooing, whil&s;t</L>
<L>He bids the bans, and &s;ends them to the Prie&s;t</L>
<L>For further copulation: thus doth <HI>Lurch</HI></L>
<L>Prey on each party that he brings to Church.</L>
<L>But oh how oft this marriage-Pimp is cur&s;t!</L>
<L>'Fore I'd grow rich <HI>thus,</HI> I'd be hanged fir&s;t.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To the Reader.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>REader!</HI> my Mu&s;e thinks not as beggars do,</L>
<L>Boldly with importunitie to wooe</L>
<L>A farthing worth of prai&s;e, no: her de&s;ire</L>
<L>Is only, <HI>pa&s;&s;ing,</HI> that you'd look on her.</L>
<L><PB N="19" REF="65">She proudly &s;ays on alms &s;he &s;corns to live:</L>
<L>And as good as you bring &s;he back wil give.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Proud.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>PRoud &s;wels like <HI>Boreas,</HI> with face red as fire,</L>
<L>And keeps a blu&s;tring &s;tir in fuming ire,</L>
<L>So Rubies; do re&s;emble flames, and yet</L>
<L>Are neither hot or capable of heat,</L>
<L>Since ther's no fire can warm them: So art thou</L>
<L>As cold with inward fear, as hot in &s;how.</L>
<L>'Tis but fal&s;e fire thy &s;eeming Pa&s;&s;ion givs;</L>
<L>Then thine, there's not a tamer &s;pirit livs.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To his dear friend <HI>H. N.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WIth what &s;trange Philtrum's thou did&s;t charm the wine,</L>
<L>Who&s;e powr'ful influence made our &s;ouls combine</L>
<L>And melt into our loving cups; or how</L>
<L>Fir&s;t thou did&s;t win me to thee, I not know;</L>
<L>Wa&s;t 'cau&s;e thou'rt plea&s;ant think&s;t thou? with di&s;creet</L>
<L>And harmle&s;s mirth &s;etting an edge to wit?</L>
<L>Or 'cau&s;e thou'rt liberal, courteous, and free,</L>
<L>The friend and Genius of the companie?</L>
<L>Was't for thy per&s;on, wealth, or valour I</L>
<L>So lov'd thee? or was't only &s;ympathie?</L>
<L>Was't <HI>this,</HI> or altogether made me doate</L>
<L>Upon thee fir&s;t? no &s;ure, nor this nor that:</L>
<L>I can no certain cau&s;e a&s;&s;ign thee why,</L>
<L>But this, I love thee without <HI>rea&s;on,</HI> I.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="20" REF="66">
<HEAD>To <HI>Gripe</HI> and <HI>Holdclo&s;e.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>GRipe</HI> &s;ais <HI>Rags</HI> cloaths are lou&s;ie, but <HI>Holdclo&s;e</HI></L>
<L>Sais they'r &s;o poor, they are not worth a louce:</L>
<L>Though your phra&s;e differ; thus agree you may,</L>
<L>Give him fre&s;h cloaths, heel &s;hift his lice away.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Gallus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHat's in three bellies in one day, wu'd&s;t know?</L>
<L>'Tis the new egge thou eat&s;t, each morning to</L>
<L>Thy breakfa&s;t: fir&s;t 'twas in the hens, and then</L>
<L>In thine, at night 'tis in thy hen's agen.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Bib.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>BIbs</HI> in a feaver alwaies, hot and drie,</L>
<L>Yet I ne'r &s;aw him &s;ick: the rea&s;on why?</L>
<L>Lifes liquor &s;ack he drinks, who&s;e healthful &s;p'rit</L>
<L>Expels both &s;ickne&s;s, death, and <HI>fear</HI> of it.</L>
<L>Oh never dying juyce of th' pow'rful vine!</L>
<L>Thou mak&s;t men like thy Immortal &s;elf, divine.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>Of Loving Husbands.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WE ob&s;erve each loving Husband when the wife</L>
<L>Is labouring, by a &s;trange reciproque &s;trife</L>
<L><PB N="21" REF="66">Doth &s;ympathizing &s;icken, and't may be:</L>
<L>In Law their one, and in Divinity.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Lu&s;cus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>LU&s;cus</HI> is never wel, but changing &s;til,</L>
<L>And though he loo&s;e by th' bargain change he wil:</L>
<L>No marle he's grown &s;o poor, how &s;hud he els?</L>
<L>Too dear he buys <HI>repentance</HI> when he &s;els.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Stut.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe more <HI>Stut</HI> &s;trives to &s;peak, he &s;tams the more;</L>
<L>But his cold tongue wel oyld, and hot with &s;tore</L>
<L>Of wine, he &s;peaks not like an Oracle then,</L>
<L>But much, and loud, and plain as other men:</L>
<L>Such Eloquence hath pow'rful wine: but he</L>
<L>Drinks oft til he can neither &s;peak nor &s;ee.</L>
<L>The Remedie here is wor&s;e then the di&s;ae&s;e,</L>
<L>Better then <HI>none,</HI> a tongue imperfect is.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On the &s;trange Death of <HI>E&s;chylus.</HI> a Poet.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>ESchylus</HI> foretold by a diviner, he</L>
<L>By th' downfal of a hou&s;e &s;hould ruind be:</L>
<L>Fondly that day to 'void this De&s;tinie</L>
<L>Did keep the field, not yet re&s;olv'd to die:</L>
<L><PB N="22" REF="67">There, as he &s;tood, a Faulcon in his beak</L>
<L>Having a Tortoys which he meant to break,</L>
<L>Suppos'd his bald pate, as he barehead &s;tood,</L>
<L>To be a &s;tone, on which to get his food</L>
<L>He let it fal: the Tortoys did remain</L>
<L>By this chance &s;afe, and <HI>E&s;chylus</HI> was &s;lain.</L>
<L>Oh the unalterd Per&s;ian Laws of fate&punc;</L>
<L>Who&s;e fixt decrees none can anticipate!</L>
<L><HI>Bald Poets</HI> hence prove mortal, whil&s;t that crown</L>
<L>(Who&s;e radiant temples, laureat with renown&punc;</L>
<L>And deckt with tre&s;&s;es like <HI>Apollo</HI>'s brows)</L>
<L>Is &s;afe from Envies crack, or Deaths fel blows.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Cob.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>FRom th' College <HI>Cob</HI> &s;ent to the Ius of Court</L>
<L>Half codled, wu'd &s;eem wi&s;e though he pay for't:</L>
<L>A pretty &s;tudy he hath fil'd with books;</L>
<L>Yet he in that or them but &s;eldom looks.</L>
<L>Not to him but his <HI>heire&punc; Cob</HI> learning buys:</L>
<L>The&s;e are <HI>Cobs</HI> new <HI>Fee &s;imple</HI> purcha&s;es.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Cleopatra.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>RIch <HI>cleopatra</HI> &s;triving to outvie</L>
<L>In luxuries exce&s;s <HI>Mark Anthonie,</HI></L>
<L>A Pearl in value worth three hundred crown</L>
<L>Di&s;&s;olv'd in vinegar fir&s;t did &s;wallow down</L>
<L>At one proud draught; and but prevented wu'd</L>
<L>At the next draught have &s;wallowed one as good.</L>
<L>Oh mon&s;trous &s;tomack that could in one houre</L>
<L>Con&s;ume an Empire, and a State devoure?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="23" REF="67">
<HEAD>On an Inveighing Poeta&s;ter.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SEe where a &s;narling Scribler doth inveigh</L>
<L>In toothle&s;s jea&s;ts again&s;t my Poe&s;ie!</L>
<L>The toothach &s;ure torments his head and wit;</L>
<L>Which makes him &s;how his teeth that cannot bite.</L>
<L>Bees when they wound, di&s;arm them&s;elvs: this Ca<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters"></L>
<L>So breaks his teeth when he doth biting &s;narle.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>The Dedication to <HI>Momus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I To <HI>Maecenas</HI> dedicate my book,</L>
<L>Hee'l read it with no &s;upercilious look;</L>
<L>To each Ingenious Reader I tran&s;mit</L>
<L>The &s;ame, he be&s;t knows how to judge of it;</L>
<L>To th' &s;imple that he may admire't, I give,</L>
<L>Whom 'cau&s;e he under&s;tands not, I forgive;</L>
<L>To all my Poetizing friends I &s;end it,</L>
<L>But to you only (<HI>Momus</HI>) I commend it.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Dul.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DUl readeth much, many a leaf turns o'r,</L>
<L>Yet grows no wi&s;er than he was before;</L>
<L>Can tel you many Authors names by roat,</L>
<L>Which upon all occa&s;ions he wil quoat:</L>
<L>Forgets the text, which he ne'r under&s;tood,</L>
<L>Thus he eats much, but cann't di&s;ge&s;t his food.</L>
<L>Be not too greedie <HI>Dul!</HI> fir&s;t learn to &s;pel!</L>
<L>Who rides too fa&s;t, at fir&s;t, he rides not wel.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="24" REF="68">
<HEAD>On <HI>Acci&s;mus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>FOoli&s;h <HI>Acci&s;mus</HI> hath a qualitie</L>
<L>To deny offer'd things in mode&s;tie:</L>
<L>By chance one offer'd him an injurie,</L>
<L>He took it: Ble&s;s me! what a fool was he?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Tucca.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>Tucca</HI> e'r while went to a Bawdy hou&s;e,</L>
<L>Where for his <HI>entrance</HI> he not paid a &s;ous:</L>
<L>Oh con&s;cience <HI>Tucca!</HI> 'las! it is their trade;</L>
<L>I care not he replies, I'm &s;ure I'm paid.</L>
<L>'Tis ju&s;t; who e'rs caught &s;tealing in the <HI>act</HI></L>
<L>If he &s;cape death, &s;hu'd be burnt for the fact.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Ra&s;h.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>RA&s;h</HI> &s;wear not! think not 'cau&s;e you &s;wear that I</L>
<L>Believe you! no: he that wil &s;wear will lie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Cri&s;pinus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>CRi&s;pinus</HI> 'cau&s;e you lately writ a play,</L>
<L>And then did&s;t put't in print the other day,</L>
<L>You think your &s;elf to be a profe&s;t Poet,</L>
<L>And where you come, believe, that all men know it:</L>
<L><PB N="25" REF="68">By which &s;mal work you now are grown &s;o proud,</L>
<L>That now you dare amid&s;t the <HI>Homers</HI> croud;</L>
<L>And 'cau&s;e you'have &s;ipt a little, think you'are free</L>
<L>Oth' learned Arts, and of their companie:</L>
<L>Intrude not yet <HI>Cri&s;pinus!</HI> thou'rt not fit</L>
<L>For th' Mu&s;es quire, thine is but &s;uburb wit.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Howdee.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen at the Court a fa&s;hions quite wore out,</L>
<L>And come to <HI>Longlane</HI> walks the town about,</L>
<L>Then doth my Ladies <HI>Howdee</HI> get intoi't,</L>
<L>And thinks him gallant in this new old &s;uite:</L>
<L>No matter <HI>Howdee,</HI> thour't in fa&s;hion yet,</L>
<L>For though a great way off, thou <HI>follow'&s;t</HI> it.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Brave.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>VVHer'er he comes, <HI>Brave</HI> like a Valiant Scot</L>
<L>Freely di&s;charges all, and paies the &s;hot;</L>
<L>El&s;e none wu'd care for's idle companie;</L>
<L>When th' reck'ning comes, then <HI>Brave,</HI> I'l &s;end for thee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Venterwit.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HE &s;crapes up ver&s;es, &s;hows them up and down,</L>
<L>And where they are likt, he &s;aies they are his own:</L>
<L>If none commend them, then he &s;wears he found</L>
<L>Them by chance, walking in the Temple round.</L>
<L><PB N="26" REF="69">He by chance met with &s;ome of mine, which he</L>
<L>Had &s;poild with interlining ribauldrie:</L>
<L>Who &s;howing askt we how I like't the &s;trein?</L>
<L>I told him 'twas a poor and empty vein:</L>
<L>He wondring at my cen&s;ure, boldly &s;aid</L>
<L>They were the be&s;t lines that he ever made.</L>
<L>Yes: &s;o they were I told him 'fore the text</L>
<L>Was by his comment thus perplext.</L>
<L>Fool thou'rt di&s;cover'd; therfore take advi&s;e!</L>
<L>Spoil mine no more, or I'l proclaim thy lies!</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Braggadochio <HI>Cit.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>CIt now he's rich doth boa&s;t his Pedigree</L>
<L>How he's allied to this great familie</L>
<L>And to'ther, whom as cu&s;tomers he knew;</L>
<L>Thus both his kinred and acquaintance grew.</L>
<L>Peace <HI>Cit!</HI> or I'l proclaim thy &s;tock; I know</L>
<L>That no more arms (poor thou) then legs can'&s;t &s;how.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Wylde.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>WYlde</HI> drinks to drown his &s;orrows, and't may be,</L>
<L>The more he drinks, the more foregetful he.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Childi&s;h love.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>CHildren their mothers more than fathers love.</L>
<L>The cau&s;e is plain: the fathers often prove</L>
<L><PB N="27" REF="69">Uncertain and unknown, and &s;o it is:</L>
<L>For who can love what he nor knows, nor &s;ees?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On M^r <HI>Spendall.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Asked <HI>Spendall</HI> why he &s;pent &s;o fa&s;t?</L>
<L>Why he his coin did &s;o profu&s;ely wa&s;t?</L>
<L>Hee repli'd moneys were but cro&s;&s;es to him,</L>
<L>And gold a gilded bait that would undo him:</L>
<L>Why he &s;old all his land, I askt agen?</L>
<L>Hang't 'twas but durt, why &s;hould he keep it then?</L>
<L>To purcha&s;e Heav'n he wou'd &s;el that and moe,</L>
<L>Where til he left his earth, he could not goe:</L>
<L>Then, why he &s;old his bed? troth hee did tell</L>
<L>Mee, whil&s;t he <HI>kept his bed,</HI> he ne'r was well:</L>
<L>At la&s;t, I askt him why his clothes he &s;old?</L>
<L>All to his naked &s;hirt? he was, he told</L>
<L>Me now about to bid to every friend</L>
<L>And th'world good-night, and &s;o hee made his end.</L>
<L>Troth <HI>Spendall,</HI> I do like each &s;mart reply,</L>
<L>But not thy witty fooli&s;h povertie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Lawyer <HI>Say-much.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>SAymuch</HI> by chance in's feet had got the gout,</L>
<L>Yet pleaded &s;til; there hee wou'd ne'r be out,</L>
<L>But talkt apace, though his feet gouty bee,</L>
<L>Yet hee may have a running tongue I &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="28" REF="70">
<HEAD>To <HI>Medicus</HI> on <HI>Tucca.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen <HI>Tucca</HI>'s &s;ick, then &s;traight he &s;ends for thee,</L>
<L>Look to his water! hee'l give nothing, hee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Vetus</HI> an old <HI>Antiquary.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>VEtus</HI> upon a Manu&s;cript doth pore,</L>
<L>Tiring him&s;elf in reading Hi&s;t'ry o'r;</L>
<L>What <HI>Noah</HI> eat before the floud, or how</L>
<L>Learning increas'd, is all his care to know:</L>
<L>Out of <HI>Troys</HI> a&s;hes here he rakes a Storie,</L>
<L>Makes him admire its &s;trength, &amp; <HI>Priams</HI> glorie:</L>
<L>Tels you who <HI>Athens</HI> built, then talks of <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>How many Con&s;uls &s;he hath had, and whom;</L>
<L>The olde&s;t books and writings him be&s;t plea&s;e,</L>
<L>As many love to feed on mouldie chee&s;e:</L>
<L>Thus he remembers things forgot, doth know</L>
<L>All that is pa&s;t, but knows not what is now.</L>
<L>'Troth now 'tis time to know thy &s;elfe; go die!</L>
<L>Conver&s;e with th'dead! here's none can make reply.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Fine.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>FIne</HI> carries 'bout him &s;trong perfumes to plea&s;e</L>
<L>The Ladies &s;weeter comp'nie, nothing els?</L>
<L>Yet: his breath &s;tunck before of's old di&s;ea&s;e,</L>
<L>Hoping to hide which, now as &s;trong he &s;mels.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="29" REF="70">
<HEAD>On the Drunkards lavi&s;hne&s;s.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I'E tel you why the drunk &s;o lavi&s;h are,</L>
<L>They have too much, nay more then they can bear.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Poetizing <HI>Momus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>MOmus</HI> when any Poem he doth read,</L>
<L>Though it de&s;erve ju&s;t prai&s;e, and doth exceed</L>
<L>In wit and judgement; yet he &s;ighs it o'r,</L>
<L>Saying hee has read as good as it before:</L>
<L>Wil ne'r commend it; and if any by</L>
<L>Ask how he likes it? then he makes reply,</L>
<L>'Tis good, indifferent; there's &s;omething in't,</L>
<L>Or it may pa&s;s, but 'tis &s;carce worth the print.</L>
<L>Thus though his wi&s;dome can no fault e&s;pie,</L>
<L>Yet he denies it prai&s;e, in policie:</L>
<L>'Troth <HI>Momus</HI> if thou had'&s;t, no better friend,</L>
<L>None would thy ver&s;es read, much le&s;&s;e commend.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Linus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>LInus</HI> his Peruque's made of womens hair,</L>
<L>Thus what was lo&s;t by women, they repair:</L>
<L>But not long after <HI>Linus</HI> no&s;e did drop;</L>
<L>'Las! that was &s;uch a breach they could not &s;top.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="03" REF="71">
<HEAD>On <HI>Gallus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TRoubled in con&s;cience <HI>Gallus</HI> weds his whore,</L>
<L>Hopes &s;hee'l as hone&s;t prove as &s;he was poore;</L>
<L>What skils &s;aies hee? 'tis but as 'twas before,</L>
<L>I kept her then, and now I do no more:</L>
<L>For better and for wor&s;e our wives we take,</L>
<L>A Whore purchance an hone&s;t wife may make.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Hi&s;trio.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THough <HI>Hi&s;trio</HI> on the &s;tage doth often die,</L>
<L>Thus put in mind of his mortalitie,</L>
<L>Yet reclames not, but lives licenciou&s;ly,</L>
<L>As if he were to act eternally.</L>
<L>Believe me <HI>Hi&s;trio</HI> death at la&s;t wil come,</L>
<L>Though for a while hee keeps the tyring room.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To a <HI>Tobacco&s;eller.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MEn buy thy &s;moak, but leave it all behind,</L>
<L>Thou &s;elle&s;t nought, grow'&s;t rich, 'cau&s;e fools are kind.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To the Reader.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>REader!</HI> I am no <HI>Epigramati&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>No carping <HI>Momus,</HI> or fel <HI>Satyrist:</HI></L>
<L><PB N="31" REF="71">I touch no man, but in the generall,</L>
<L>And mode&s;t look, like equal day, on all;</L>
<L>I per&s;onate none; if you then guilty bee</L>
<L>'Tis your own fault t'apply it; I am free.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Bankes.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen <HI>Spendall</HI> asks to borrow, you reply,</L>
<L>You know not when hee'l pay you&punc; troth nor I.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To the Phy&s;icians.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>OF all the &s;everal <HI>Profe&s;&s;ions</HI></L>
<L>I be&s;t approve the wi&s;e <HI>Phy&s;icians,</HI></L>
<L>You can kill men, nor fear a Jury for't,</L>
<L>And get experience by anothers hurt;</L>
<L>You can take fees, whether you cure or no,</L>
<L>And large ones too; few other trades do &s;o:</L>
<L>Your &s;hop is alwaies ope in war or peace,</L>
<L>All times alike con&s;pire to your encrea&s;e:</L>
<L>Then y'have the opportunity you know</L>
<L>To feel a Ladies tender pul&s;e, or &s;o:</L>
<L>Thus you both purge the pur&s;e and body too,</L>
<L>Are counted wi&s;e, 'cau&s;e fools makes u&s;e of you.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Lupa.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>YOu are a medler <HI>Lupa,</HI> rotten too,</L>
<L>That's 'cau&s;e you are an open-ar&s;e you know.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="32" REF="72">
<HEAD>Epitaph on <HI>Bibulus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HEre, who but once in's life did thir&s;t, doth lie,</L>
<L>Perhaps the du&s;t may make him once more drie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Hi&s;trio.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>HI&s;trio</HI> would needs go write a play of's own,</L>
<L>But could write nought but what's already known,</L>
<L>For hee like th'leaden ci&s;terne held no more</L>
<L>Water, then what the Poet dropt before.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To Gut.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GUt eats and drinks, doth nothing els but &s;will,</L>
<L>His teeth do grind, his mouth's the water-mil.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Simple.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>SImple</HI> you know I gave you good advice;</L>
<L>Little to &s;ay, that men might think you wi&s;e;</L>
<L>If you'l proclaim your &s;elf a fool you may:</L>
<L>I onely tel you now what others &s;ay.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Brisk.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>BRisk</HI> is in love, yet &s;aies a &s;ingle life</L>
<L>Is be&s;t and free&s;t from &s;orrow, care, or &s;trife:</L>
<L>What e'r you think, beleeve't 'tis true you &s;ay,</L>
<L>Marry! you'l find it &s;o another day.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="33" REF="72">
<HEAD>On <HI>Nano</HI> being angry.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HOw <HI>Nano</HI> &s;wels? how big he looks and high?</L>
<L>What a large &s;pleen he bears? &s;o hath the flie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To my Reader.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WOnder not why I humbly do not write,</L>
<L>Flatt'ring Encomium's to this Lord, that Knight&punc;</L>
<L>And each known friend, as hungry Poets u&s;e!</L>
<L>Mine is a &s;ub&s;tantive unpen&s;ion'd Mu&s;e;</L>
<L>Nor e'r was hir'd to write an Epigram</L>
<L>In prai&s;e of this fool Lord, or that proud Dame.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To one that asked me why I would write an Engli&s;h Epigram after <HI>B. John&s;on.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HOw! do&s;t thou ask me why my ventrous pen</L>
<L>Dur&s;t write an Engli&s;h Ep'gram after Ben?</L>
<L>Oh! after him is manners, though it would</L>
<L>'Fore him, have writ, if how, it could have told.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Galla.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>GAlla Hobgoblins</HI> fears, &s;he &s;aies, at night,</L>
<L>And Gho&s;tly Sprights, yet nought can her affright</L>
<L>When any man is with her; &s;hee's afraid</L>
<L>More by the next daies light to be betrai'd.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="34" REF="73">
<HEAD>To <HI>Nab.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>NAb!</HI> thy &s;mall wits &s;til &s;hrink i'th' wetting, why</L>
<L>Then drink&s;t thou &s;o? I'd have thee &s;ow up, I</L>
<L>Thy lips, but that thy tongue's the fiddle to</L>
<L>The company, drink then! &s;o that but go!</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>Certain mode&s;t deprecations again&s;t my malevolent Detractour.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MAy hee be proud, yet poor again&s;t his wil!</L>
<L>May hee be forked, and yet jealous &s;til!</L>
<L>May his wife beat him &s;ober, when he's drunk!</L>
<L>May his <HI>Xantippe</HI> prove, what's wor&s;e, a punk!</L>
<L>May not the <HI>King</HI> reign in his pur&s;e a day!</L>
<L>May he have ne'r a cro&s;&s;e when he &s;hou'd pay!</L>
<L>May no man mind him what he &s;aies! and hee</L>
<L>May he have neither friend or enemie!</L>
<L>May no man read his lines! may none at lea&s;t</L>
<L>Commend, or laugh, when ere he breaks a jea&s;t!</L>
<L>May he eat much, and yet &s;til hungry feed!</L>
<L>May no man lend him, when he &s;tands in need!</L>
<L>May he be deep in love, and ne'r obtain!</L>
<L>May all his hopes be fru&s;trate, and in vain!</L>
<L>May his hor&s;e in his ha&s;te of bu&s;ine&s;s tire!</L>
<L>May he be envious &s;til, and yet admire!</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="2" TYPE="book">
<PB N="35" REF="73">
<HEAD><HI>Epigrams.</HI> Lib. 2.</HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="to the reader">
<HEAD>To the gentle Reader.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>'CAu&s;e &s;econd thoughts are be&s;t, perhaps you'l look</L>
<L>For higher <HI>Gu&s;to</HI> in this &s;econd book:</L>
<L>If &s;o; read on! fine &s;tomacks plea&s;ed are</L>
<L>Better with &s;econd cates, though lighter fare.</L>
<L>Sawce here perhaps you'l find unto your meat,</L>
<L>I'l bring the <HI>Tart,</HI> if you'l but make it &s;weet.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To the Lady <HI>Phanton.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>MAdam!</HI> you wear a feather in your head,</L>
<L>Your face is all Mo&s;aick, coloured</L>
<L>With &s;hining unguents; next your linnen's white,</L>
<L>Your garments too are, as your carriage, light;</L>
<L>Your heel's are cork you walk on: I'l avow't,</L>
<L>That <HI>Madam!</HI> now y'are light from head to foot.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Lying.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>POets and Painters by authoritie</L>
<L>As wel as Travellers we &s;ay may lie:</L>
<L>Peripateticks lie, few know 'tis &s;o;</L>
<L>Painters for lying have &s;ome colour too;</L>
<L><PB N="36" REF="74">But Bolder Poets when they fal&s;ifie,</L>
<L>They do't as neatly, they in <HI>Print</HI> do lie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>Epitaph on <HI>John Newter.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>REader! John Newter</HI> who er&s;t plaid</L>
<L>The Jack on both &s;ides, here is laid,</L>
<L>Who like th'herb <HI>John</HI> Indifferent</L>
<L>Was nor for King or Parliament;</L>
<L>Yet fa&s;t and loo&s;e he could not play</L>
<L>With death, he took him at a Bay;</L>
<L>What &s;ide his &s;oule hath taken now</L>
<L>God or Div'l? we hardly know:</L>
<L>But this is certain, &s;ince he dy'd,</L>
<L>Hee hath been mi&s;t of neither &s;ide.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>A Que&s;tion about Law.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ONe ask'd why th'Law was now &s;o much neglected!</L>
<L>Marry (&s;aid I) it never was re&s;pected,</L>
<L>But &s;til declin'd ee'r &s;ince the Judges ruffs</L>
<L>Were turn'd to little falling bands and cuffs.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To my Book-&s;eller.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I'Ave common made my book; 'tis very true;</L>
<L>But I'd not have thee pro&s;titute it, too;</L>
<L>Nor &s;how it barefac'd on the open &s;tall</L>
<L>To tempt the buyer: nor poa&s;t it on each wall</L>
<L>And corner poa&s;t clo&s;e underneath the Play</L>
<L>That mu&s;t be acted at Black-Friers that day:</L>
<L><PB N="37" REF="74">Nor fee &s;ome Herring-cryer for a groat</L>
<L>To voice it up and down, with tearing throat.</L>
<L>Nor bid thy 'prentice read it and admire,</L>
<L>That all i'th' &s;hop may what he reads enquire.</L>
<L>No: profer'd wares do &s;mel: I'd have thee know</L>
<L>Pride &s;corns to beg: Mode&s;tie fears to wooe.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On M^r <HI>Fanning</HI> the <HI>Enga&s;trometh.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TO &s;peak within, and to ones &s;elfe, and yet</L>
<L>Bee heard, is much, yet <HI>Fanning</HI> doth it:</L>
<L>So tall and &s;tout a man, 'tis &s;trange to &s;ee't</L>
<L>So like a coward &s;hould his words down eat:</L>
<L>The belly hath no ears they &s;ay; yet his</L>
<L>Hath ears to hear, and tongue to talk, I wis.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On the Invention of Printing and Guns.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Souldier found at fir&s;t the way to Print,</L>
<L>And 'twas a German Munk did Guns invent:</L>
<L>Thus like arm'd <HI>Pallas,</HI> learning doth depend</L>
<L>On arms, nor can they without this, defend.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Megaera.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>MEgaera!</HI> &s;ince thy ugly face would fright</L>
<L>The Div'l him&s;elfe, and all that look on it;</L>
<L>Prithee why do&s;t thou wear a looking-gla&s;&s;e?</L>
<L>I ca&s;t a figure for that cau&s;e, &s;he &s;aies,</L>
<L><PB N="38" REF="75">To fright him from me, and each lu&s;tful eie:</L>
<L>Fear't not! I'l warr'nt thee none &s;hal tempt thee, I;</L>
<L>For he that &s;hould on thy face doat, I'd &s;wear,</L>
<L>Both blind, and mad, bewitcht indeed he were.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Plot.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>PLot</HI> now he's married, and keeps hou&s;e, I hear</L>
<L>Is like his butter, mad but twice a year:</L>
<L>In <HI>Hymens</HI> &s;heets good-fellow&s;hip may lie</L>
<L>Thus bedred, and in time expiring die.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>VV. B.</HI> a &s;mal Poet.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ONe di&s;tick well-made's worth two Poems ill;</L>
<L>Prithee contract then thine to di&s;ticks <HI>Will.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>The Stonie Age.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>'TO fore there was a Golden Age, next that</L>
<L>A Silver one, but now 'tis Iron all:</L>
<L>To what I tro wilt next degenerate?</L>
<L>To &s;tone I think in &s;tead of Minerall.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="39" REF="75">
<HEAD>To Captain <HI>Nym.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BEtimes thou find&s;t me e'r I &s;tir, and &s;ai'&s;t</L>
<L>Thy mornings draught o'r night thou promis'd wa&s;t,</L>
<L>But thou nor car'&s;t &s;o much for that or me,</L>
<L>My breeches in the chair thou com'&s;t to &s;ee;</L>
<L>Thy plot prevented thus thou flie&s;t hence,</L>
<L>In ha&s;t to th' next friend with the like pretence,</L>
<L>Who&s;e pockets, you &s;urpri&s;ing, borrow there</L>
<L>Without his leave a crown perhaps, for fear</L>
<L>More mi&s;t, might be di&s;cover'd, for thy friend</L>
<L>Should&s;t thou but ask it, would not &s;ix pence lend&punc;</L>
<L>Thus each friends hinder Phob thy want &s;upplies,</L>
<L>Whence thou do&s;t rai&s;e thy daily &s;ub&s;idies,</L>
<L>And pick &s;ome crums of comfort; but alas!</L>
<L><HI>Nym</HI> th'other night by <HI>Fe&s;tus</HI> couzned was,</L>
<L>With whom he needs would lie; for <HI>Fe&s;tus</HI> did</L>
<L>Not think his money &s;afe though under's bed,</L>
<L>But hid it in <HI>Nyms</HI> pocket: thought he, ne'r</L>
<L>Wil, &s;hifting <HI>Nym,</HI> look once for money there.</L>
<L>Thus <HI>Nym</HI> protected, what he els had &s;tole;</L>
<L>Better to venter thus, then lo&s;e the whole.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Mutus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>MUtus</HI> where e'r he comes in companie</L>
<L>Sits &s;til, ob&s;erves, &s;peaks not a word to any:</L>
<L>Are you a &s;pie or State-informer grown?</L>
<L>Set to pick trea&s;on, when we are high flown,</L>
<L>From out our harmle&s;s mirth? forgive me pray!</L>
<L>I'ave wrong'd you <HI>Mutus,</HI> you can nothing &s;ay.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="40" REF="76">
<HEAD>To <HI>Jealous.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>JEalous</HI> if any laughs is angry &s;traight,</L>
<L>Su&s;pects they jeer at him; oh fooli&s;h Wight!</L>
<L>Becau&s;e another &s;miling wries his no&s;e</L>
<L>Wilt thou betray thy &s;elfe, and &s;o expo&s;e</L>
<L>Thee to more laughter? though you guilty bee,</L>
<L>Yet I dare &s;ay there's no man thought of thee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Taurus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I <HI>Taurus</HI> told that his wife many lov'd;</L>
<L>Hee lov'd her better 'cau&s;e &s;he was approv'd:</L>
<L>I &s;aid they us'd her; then he made reply,</L>
<L>I care not &s;o they u&s;e her wel, not I.</L>
<L>Oh wilful Cuckold! who wil pittie thee,</L>
<L>That when you're told, won't believe til you &s;ee?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Swill.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ON fa&s;ting-daies <HI>Swill</HI> eats and drinketh fa&s;t,</L>
<L>Plaies fa&s;t, hopes thus the world wil alwaies la&s;t:</L>
<L>Thus <HI>Swil</HI> doth fa&s;t, while the rule <HI>Fa&s;t</HI> and <HI>Pray,</HI></L>
<L>Hee onely changes into fea&s;t and play!</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Re&s;olute <HI>Bat.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AS rough as bear-skins for behaviour,</L>
<L>A bisket face as hard for favour,</L>
<L>As blunt as back of knife, as dul</L>
<L>As whet&s;tone, or cram'd capon ful,</L>
<L><PB N="41" REF="76">His talk as women backward flat,</L>
<L>And though laught at, he's Re&s;olute <HI>Bat;</HI></L>
<L>Hee'l to the Club, and prate his &s;hare</L>
<L>Or more, pay le&s;&s;e than any there;</L>
<L>Oh what a pretty thing is it</L>
<L>To be but bold though without wit?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Veta</HI> an old Shrew.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>YOur husband mu&s;ters old things quite forgotten,</L>
<L>As men eat Medlers when they are quite rotten:</L>
<L>All th'rags of time he hangs up, he can &s;ee;</L>
<L>Keep out of's &s;ight! or els he'l hang up thee!</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Big.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>BIg</HI> why ha&s;t got &s;o &s;mal a wife? 'tis be&s;t</L>
<L>Thou &s;ai'&s;t, of evils we &s;hould chu&s;e the lea&s;t:</L>
<L>Thou hop'&s;t to overlay her, that's thy plot,</L>
<L>Kil her and get another, is it not?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Maechus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TO be mo&s;t idle thou mai&s;t well be &s;ed,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t lazily thou do&s;t thy work abed.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Captain <HI>Sharke.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>SHarkes</HI> Creditor promis'd oft, at length did &s;ay,</L>
<L>Hee now begun to fear hee ne'r wou'd pay:</L>
<L><PB N="42" REF="77">You need not fear it Sir! <HI>Sharke</HI> made replie,</L>
<L>I ne'r intended to repay it, I.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To Boldface.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>BOldface</HI> I wonder at thy impudence,</L>
<L>That dar'&s;t affirm things &s;o again&s;t all &s;ence:</L>
<L>For &s;hame be n't impudent and fooli&s;h too!</L>
<L>And think all men are fooles 'cau&s;e you are &s;o!</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Phydias</HI> a Painter.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I <HI>Phydias</HI> askt how he could paint a maid?</L>
<L>Find mee but one! I'l paint her then he &s;aid.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Choeril.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>CHoeril</HI> becau&s;e his wife is &s;omewhat il,</L>
<L>Uncertain in her health indifferent &s;til</L>
<L>Hee turns her out of doors without reply:</L>
<L>Wondring at which, I askt the rea&s;on why?</L>
<L>In &s;ickne&s;s and in health &s;aies he, I'm bound</L>
<L>Onely to keep her, either weak or &s;ound;</L>
<L>But now &s;hee's neither, he replies: you'l &s;ee,</L>
<L>Shee'l quickly now or mend or end, &s;aies hee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Stupro.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>STupro</HI> on hor&s;eback &s;aies hee'l ride no more,</L>
<L>'Tis 'cau&s;e hee hath been jaded much before:</L>
<L><PB N="43" REF="77">Hee may the <HI>Trojan</HI> Palfrey now be&s;tride,</L>
<L>The living jades are <HI>fiery hot,</HI> to ride.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Swillmore.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>SWillmore</HI> grown dry with talking, drinks til hee</L>
<L>Was got &s;o drunk he could nor &s;peak nor &s;ee:</L>
<L>His windy words &s;oxt him; &s;ome drunk have bin,</L>
<L>As well by letting out as taking in.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Brave.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>BRaves</HI> money melt's in's pocket, 'tmay be &s;o</L>
<L>'Twas warm before, but now 'twil colder grow.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Pure.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HIs text no &s;ooner nam'd, but <HI>Pure</HI> inveigh'd</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t <HI>Rome,</HI> and run quite from't as one afraid:</L>
<L>A &s;udden rapture 'twas; his text and hee</L>
<L>I fear wil ne'r again meet, or agree.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Dull.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SO many men, &s;o many minds there be;</L>
<L>Yet in di&s;pute <HI>Dull</HI> wil not di&s;agree,</L>
<L>But alwaies is on's neighbours mind, 'cau&s;e hee</L>
<L>Cannot tel how to contradict, I &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="44" REF="78">
<HEAD>On Sir <HI>Sullen Haughtie.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen I thankt <HI>Haughtie</HI> for his curte&s;ie,</L>
<L>He &s;aid he not expected it from me:</L>
<L>Nor I from him that kindne&s;s, wherefore I</L>
<L>Thankt him 'cau&s;e't came &s;o unexpectedly.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To his worthy friend <HI>T. S.</HI> E&s;quire.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>IF to be mild be Genero&s;itie;</L>
<L>To &s;corn to give or take an injurie;</L>
<L>If to be patient, and yet valiant too</L>
<L>Be truly noble, then (Sir!) you are &s;o:</L>
<L>Virtu's the be&s;t Nobilitie is known,</L>
<L>You're virtuous noble too, in this alone.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Pantagus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NOne can &s;ay ought, but you'l &s;ay &s;omething to't,</L>
<L>There's nought another doth, but you can do't:</L>
<L>You're cunning <HI>Pantagus,</HI> and &s;ingular,</L>
<L>Good at all things, but no particular.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Lautus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>LAutus</HI> thy palate can be pleas'd with nought</L>
<L>But the be&s;t cates far-fetcht, and deare&s;t bought;</L>
<L>Sicilian Lampreys, and the Thu&s;can Boar,</L>
<L>With witty dainties ne'r heard of before</L>
<L><HI>Vitellius</HI> age, &s;uch as <HI>Minerva</HI>'s &s;hield,</L>
<L>A di&s;h made of <HI>Scares</HI> livers, and then fil'd</L>
<L><PB N="45" REF="78">With milt of Sturgeon, and with brains of Railes,</L>
<L>Phea&s;ants and Peacocks, and Egyptian Quailes,</L>
<L>With tongues of Nightingales, and tho&s;e more rare</L>
<L>And &s;eld'-&s;een Crim&s;on birds, his u&s;ual fare:</L>
<L>Mullets and <HI>Cel&s;ey</HI> Coccles, the <HI>Severn</HI> Trout,</L>
<L>And what more daintie novels can be bought:</L>
<L><HI>Botargo,</HI> Anchovois, Puffins too, to ta&s;te</L>
<L>Thy Maronaean wines, at meals thou ha&s;t.</L>
<L>Thus all thy lands thou eat'&s;t and drinke&s;t down,</L>
<L><HI>In</HI> thy fair Boggards buried lie, thus grown</L>
<L>With dear-bought &s;oil &s;o rich, to dung the &s;mall</L>
<L>Acre that's left un&s;old, and that is all.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Prophane.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>PRophane</HI> ne'r &s;peaks of God, but in his oathes,</L>
<L>Which he doth change more often than his cloathes:</L>
<L>Nor thinks he on him when he vainly &s;wears,</L>
<L>Oh Athei&s;t, that nor God, nor Devil fears.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Bib.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WI&s;edome doth teach us &s;ilence, now <HI>Bib</HI> is</L>
<L>With drink made &s;peechle&s;s, is he not then wi&s;e?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>The effects of <HI>Brain&s;ick</HI>'s letters.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>YOur lines were all &s;o &s;weet, and work't &s;o wel,</L>
<L>So purg'd me too, that I can hardly tel</L>
<L>Whether they wrought on my affections more</L>
<L>Or on my body, I drew thence &s;uch &s;tore</L>
<L>Of precious Elixer, and &s;o much</L>
<L>Compounded Cates, who&s;e qualitie was &s;uch,</L>
<L><PB N="46" REF="79">That where my Phy&s;ick promis'd me but &s;even,</L>
<L>By virtue of your lines I had eleven.</L>
<L>But yet I'l tel you; troth 'twas een forgot</L>
<L>It purg'd and &s;car'd and wipt off you know what;</L>
<L>It griev'd mee your fair hand &s;hould undergo</L>
<L>So foul an office as to wipe it too;</L>
<L>But rather then your hand or paper bee</L>
<L>Stain'd with this act, let the guilt lie on mee.</L>
<L>I did it 'cau&s;e I know that you could write</L>
<L>Such lines again as fa&s;t as I could&mdash;</L>
<L>Write to me oftner pray! &s;o I may &s;ave</L>
<L>Phy&s;icians fees, and may bum-fodder have.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On M^r Ap-<HI>Taffie</HI> Shentilman of Wales.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe way to make proud <HI>Taffie</HI> down on's knees</L>
<L>Is tel him that the Moon's made of green chee&s;e;</L>
<L>Hee then in Heav'n would bee, and wil de&s;ire</L>
<L>Nought but to to&s;t his bobbie by her fire.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To an Iri&s;h-man.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen I do &s;neeze, God ble&s;&s;e you, you do &s;ay,</L>
<L>Why not the &s;ame when I do fart, I pray?</L>
<L>Are not both &s;udden ruptures that do make</L>
<L>As with an earthquake the whole body &s;hake?</L>
<L>To break before, at Iri&s;h, you do find</L>
<L>To be le&s;s dang'rous then to break behind;</L>
<L>Be&s;ides, this brings a good report you &s;ee,</L>
<L>Why is not this as welcome then to thee?</L>
<L>When I break forward, you (Chri&s;t help you) &s;ay,</L>
<L>But when I backwards break, you backwards pray.</L>
<L>Pardon me Sir! 'tis my infirmitie,</L>
<L>'Tis the windcholick that thus troubles me.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="47" REF="79">
<HEAD>To <HI>Spruce.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>SPruce</HI> wears a comb about him, alwaies he</L>
<L>To prune and &s;mooth his poli&s;ht haire:</L>
<L>The Cock's ne'r too without his comb you &s;ee,</L>
<L><HI>Spruce</HI> 'tis a <HI>Coxcomb</HI> then you weare.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Formall.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen <HI>Formal</HI> knows not what to &s;ay, then hee</L>
<L>Oh Lord, Sir! cries with much tautologie:</L>
<L>Now the Lord help thee <HI>Formal,</HI> 'twas wel meant,</L>
<L>Though you but &s;poke of him in compliment.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Swift.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>SWift</HI> though h'has bin but once 'mong&s;t Gentlemen,</L>
<L>And hath learnt what their Chri&s;ten names are, then</L>
<L>He &s;peaks to them in &s;uch familiar phra&s;e,</L>
<L>As if th'had long acquainted been, and &s;aies,</L>
<L>If any &s;peak of them, he knows 'um wel,</L>
<L>And cals them <HI>Jack, Dick,</HI> or the like, wil tel</L>
<L>You when, and where he &s;aw them la&s;t, and how</L>
<L>Their intimate acquaintance fir&s;t did grow.</L>
<L><HI>Swift</HI> thy too much familiaritie</L>
<L>May breed contempt. Believ't they know not thee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>The Wi&s;dome of this age.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe Wi&s;e-men were but &s;even: now we &s;carce know</L>
<L>So many fools, the world &s;o wi&s;e doth grow.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="48" REF="80">
<HEAD>On <HI>Pri&s;cus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>PRi&s;cus</HI> doth poetize now he's in love;</L>
<L>Strange each blind Lover &s;hould a Poet prove!</L>
<L>He is in&s;pired &s;ure, how els could he</L>
<L>Be &s;uch a Chymi&s;t in Loves Poetrie?</L>
<L>He courts his Mi&s;tris out of <HI>Ovids</HI> art</L>
<L>Has th' <HI>Amadis</HI> and <HI>Spencer</HI> all by heart,</L>
<L>Whence he extracts his &s;onnets, and his rime,</L>
<L>And &s;peaks them, dreaming, in and out of time.</L>
<L>Such &s;udden raptures &s;eldome con&s;tant be,</L>
<L>His love is blind, and &s;o's his Poetrie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Proud.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>PRoud</HI> quarrels in his cups, and then wil fight,</L>
<L>Is beaten &s;ober, 'troth he is &s;erved right.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Doctor <HI>Emperick.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WI&s;e <HI>Emperick</HI> can all di&s;ea&s;es cure,</L>
<L>His Phy&s;ick though't be &s;trong it worketh &s;ure:</L>
<L>A litte <HI>mors in oll&acirc;</HI> which expels</L>
<L>Di&s;ea&s;e and life together, nothing els.</L>
<L>Happy thy patient, you di&s;patch him quick;</L>
<L>Your mighty art won't let him long be &s;ick.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Bib.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TO quench his &s;orrows <HI>Bib</HI> drinks very free,</L>
<L>Sorrow is drie, he &s;aies, and &s;o is hee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="49" REF="80">
<HEAD>On <HI>Nokes.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ONe askt why <HI>Nokes</HI> di&s;cour&s;ing &s;hakt his head?</L>
<L>A Rattle-head 'twas 'cau&s;e he was, I &s;ed:</L>
<L>Therefore he &s;hakt his empty &s;conce, to find</L>
<L>Whether within with any braines 'twer lin'd:</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To his friend and Companion M^r <HI>H. N.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WIt's all the younger &s;ons inheritance,</L>
<L>A &s;mall e&s;tate, which cannot much advance:</L>
<L><HI>Virgil</HI> may talk of Bees, and dunging land,</L>
<L>But 'tis the <HI>Heir</HI> that has them in his hand:</L>
<L>To him th'indulgent father all doth give,</L>
<L>While they alas have nought wherewith to live</L>
<L>But what Dame Nature, like a careful mother,</L>
<L>Laid up, and &s;aid 'twas for a younger brother.</L>
<L>A &s;tore of Wit, heav'n knowes 'tis all &s;he gave,</L>
<L>And yet you're rich enough, while this you have.</L>
<L>A <HI>Fico</HI> for thy brothers lands! thou'a&s;t more</L>
<L>In Mount <HI>Perna&s;&s;us,</HI> than is all his &s;tore:</L>
<L>There with <HI>Apollo</HI> thou mai&s;t &s;it and dine</L>
<L>With heav'nly <HI>Nectar,</HI> &s;up with th'Mu&s;es nine;</L>
<L>The lu&s;tie Gods and Godde&s;&s;es wil be</L>
<L>With all the <HI>Graces</HI> there in companie:</L>
<L>There we have fields to walk in; oh what fine</L>
<L>Mirth there is in good company and wine!</L>
<L>La&s;tly to make you fully happy, <HI>Be<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">ie;</HI></L>
<L>Will meet i'th' arbour; oh &s;hee's wondrous prettie!</L>
<L>Now tel me friend, is not this better &s;port,</L>
<L>Than to have money, and no plea&s;ure for't?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="50" REF="81">
<HEAD>To <HI>Levinus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I'Have lent <HI>Sharke</HI> monies, which <HI>Levinus,</HI> you</L>
<L>Per&s;wade me, long put off, he'l pay me now:</L>
<L>When tro? at the Greek Calends? when the Fleet</L>
<L>Wants gue&s;ts? when he and I; two Sundaies meet?</L>
<L>If he &s;olve he, deceives me, if not, he</L>
<L>Cozens me wor&s;e; &s;til I deceiv'd mu&s;t be</L>
<L>Whither he pay or not: I'ad rather tho</L>
<L>Be thus deceiv'd then cozend: tel him &s;o!</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Vulpe.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AS Ravens 'bout the breathle&s;s Carka&s;s flie,</L>
<L>So &s;warm <HI>Vulpe's</HI> friends, now he but &s;eems to die:</L>
<L>Each greedy angler hook and line doth lay;</L>
<L>Baited with gifts to catch this <HI>Aurata</HI></L>
<L>Which &s;wallows both, e&s;capes, takes all they give,</L>
<L>Thus old get heirs each day, and &s;til doth live:</L>
<L><HI>Vulpe</HI> preys o'th, living, he mo&s;t <HI>Vulter</HI> is;</L>
<L>The&s;e <HI>Harpies</HI> hope for prey, but when <HI>Vulpe</HI> dies,</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>Ble&s;&s;ed <HI>Ignorance.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HEE is mo&s;t happy &s;ure that knoweth nought,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e he knows not that he knoweth not.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To a poore Begger.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>IF thou had&s;t &s;aid th'had&s;t had no money, I</L>
<L>Would then have thee believed, but now you lie,</L>
<L><PB N="51" REF="81">'Cau&s;e you do &s;ay you want it, for 'tis mad</L>
<L>To &s;ay one wants that which he never had:</L>
<L>A word wel plac't may &s;erve one at a need,</L>
<L>Learn to beg right, or you may want indeed.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Thais</HI> her Ba&s;tard.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>THais</HI> the mother, but the father who?</L>
<L><HI>Thais</HI> her &s;elf nor any el&s;e doth know:</L>
<L>Can th' &s;on oth' people want a father? when</L>
<L>For parents he can claime &s;o many men?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Gam&s;ter.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>PLay fair and &s;wear not? burn the tables! I</L>
<L>Wil neither th' one nor th' other by this die:</L>
<L>Game&s;ter I'l now believe thee valiant too,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e you'l not &s;wear le&s;s then you mean to do.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>Epitaph on the Preaching Cobler <HI>How.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TRan&s;lated here lies Cobler <HI>How,</HI></L>
<L>Who, when he liv'd could rip and &s;ow&punc;</L>
<L>Divide and &s;titch a text together</L>
<L>Ju&s;t as he us'd to &s;poil his leather.</L>
<L>Or rather here he's underlaid,</L>
<L>Who oft o'rlay two chairs and praid,</L>
<L>That his in&s;pired tongue might mend</L>
<L>More &s;ouls then e'r his Coblers end</L>
<L>Or hands could cure: he often &s;aid</L>
<L>Walk ye uprightly in your trade!</L>
<L>And when your &s;oles do tread awry</L>
<L>Bring them to me I pray! and I</L>
<L><PB N="52" REF="82">Wil &s;et them &s;treight: be mending &s;til</L>
<L>As I am! 'Tis Gods heav'nly wil.</L>
<L>Many were wrought on thus, but th' time was pa&s;t,</L>
<L>And &s;o he fini&s;ht when death brought his la&s;t.</L>
<L>Cobler thou ha&s;t &s;et up enow</L>
<L>That <HI>&s;ince</HI> can prate like Cobling <HI>How.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Sir <HI>John Lackland.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>JAck Lackland</HI> bringing gracious news to Court,</L>
<L>The King was hap'ly pleas'd to Knight him for't:</L>
<L>He proud of's honour writes to all his friends,</L>
<L>And with&mdash;Yours Sir <HI>Iohn Lackland</HI>&mdash;Knight&mdash;he ends.</L>
<L>'Tis fit he &s;hud, for wer't not under's hand</L>
<L>None would believe him Knight, that had no land.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Co&s;mo.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>CO&s;mo</HI> in's new and holiday array,</L>
<L>Then to be &s;ure he walks abroad that day;</L>
<L>Goes to a play, wil &s;tand i'th' pit, and talk;</L>
<L>Whiffe &s;moak, or to be markt, out often walk.</L>
<L>'Tis pitty <HI>Co&s;mo</HI> wears no oftner new,</L>
<L>For then he oftner would appear in view.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Low&s;i-Patch.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHo &s;aies <HI>Patch</HI> low&s;ie ve&s;tments weareth, when</L>
<L>They are &s;o threadbare that no vermin can</L>
<L>Upon them &s;tick? Yes: though that they be thin</L>
<L>His loving lice &s;tick clo&s;er to his skin.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="53" REF="82">
<HEAD>On Light.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LIght &s;teals a jea&s;t, and then to mak't his own</L>
<L>He walks from one to th' other, up and down;</L>
<L>By oft repeating thus he pro&s;trates it;</L>
<L>Light hath a common, though a running wit.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On a fire in a Town.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ONe night through all the &s;treets the men did crie</L>
<L>Fire fire! at which I wak't and wondred by;</L>
<L>Not that drie wood &s;hould burn, but becau&s;e all</L>
<L>Did crie <HI>fire,</HI> when they &s;hould for water call.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>Epitaph on <HI>Hocas Pocas.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HEre <HI>Hocas</HI> lies with his tricks and his knocks,</L>
<L>Whom Death hath made &s;ure as his Juglers box:</L>
<L>Who many hath cozen'd by his Leiger demein,</L>
<L>Is pre&s;to convey'd and here underlain:</L>
<L>Thus <HI>Hocas</HI> he's here, and here he is not,</L>
<L>While death plaid the <HI>Hocas,</HI> and brought him toth' pot.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To one that talked finely.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HOw prettily it talks as you would &s;ay</L>
<L>His &s;peech did wear her holiday array?</L>
<L>With fine &s;pun language dre&s;t is his di&s;cour&s;e,</L>
<L>It talks in print where not a word of cour&s;e</L>
<L><PB N="54" REF="83">Drops from his tongue, but all &s;o finely wove</L>
<L>So &s;mooth &s;o &s;oft as you would &s;wear he &s;trove</L>
<L>To outdo the &s;ilkworm, whil&s;t each word he &s;aies</L>
<L>Was &s;tudied for before, for th' better grace.</L>
<L>Speak like a man <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;til to be neatly dre&s;t</L>
<L>Is womani&s;h: your home&s;pun cloath is be&s;t,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e 'twil longer la&s;t and finer wear,</L>
<L>Labour'd invention holds not out the year.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Co&s;mo</HI> on his fair &s;colding wife.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SMoak makes one fair, yet &s;aies the Proverb, where</L>
<L>It alwaies &s;moaks, 'tis a foul &s;ign that there</L>
<L>A dangerous Scold doth dwel, who&s;e fiery tongue</L>
<L>Outdo's the fire and draws the &s;moak along.</L>
<L>The troubled hou&s;e. <HI>Co&s;mo</HI> th' ha&s;t light upon</L>
<L>A fair &s;cold to thy wife, the Que&s;tion</L>
<L>Whither her tongue, that charm'd the&s;e clouds to ri&s;e,</L>
<L>Or the &s;moak, cau&s;e &s;o many crying eies.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Silly.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SIlly ob&s;erves the company and hears</L>
<L>How each man throws about his jea&s;ts and jeers,</L>
<L>Le&s;t any &s;pie him he about him looks</L>
<L>And forth his pocket &s;teals his table-books.</L>
<L>To glean tho&s;e crums which wi&s;e men throw away,</L>
<L>With which he fea&s;ts him&s;elf another day.</L>
<L>Silly by chance did loo&s;e his Diarie</L>
<L>Of wit, which he had got o'th' companie:</L>
<L>No marl he now &s;o mute and pen&s;ive &s;its,</L>
<L>How can he chu&s;e, &s;ince he hath lo&s;t his wits?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="55" REF="83">
<HEAD>To <HI>Momus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BEcau&s;e I no <HI>Maecenas</HI> get</L>
<L>To patronize my ver&s;e as yet</L>
<L>Nor wooing e'r be&s;pok my friend</L>
<L>To &s;wear them witty or wel pen'd;</L>
<L><HI>Momus</HI> dares &s;ay they'ar poor, not worth</L>
<L>The owning, &s;illy, and &s;o forth:</L>
<L>Ingenious Readers are my Judges here,</L>
<L>But <HI>Momus</HI> you are none of tho&s;e I fear.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Bib.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Drunken man can catch no harme they &s;ay,</L>
<L>How then came drunken <HI>Bib</HI> &s;o <HI>poxt</HI> I pray!</L>
<L>He was not drunk enough when that he caught,</L>
<L>He could not &s;o have done or &s;uffer'd ought.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Moore.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Pockhold-lean-&s;warth-face with ugly hair</L>
<L>And yet be trim'd each morn to make thee fair?</L>
<L>If 'bout that face thoult keep &s;o much ado,</L>
<L>Get thee a Barbar, a Facemender too?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To Madam <HI>Cr.</HI> wearing a lookingla&s;s at her Girdle.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MAdam! you look &s;o often on your gla&s;s,</L>
<L>I fear you doubt whither or no your face</L>
<L><PB N="56" REF="84">Be &s;til your own, or the &s;ame ye&s;terday</L>
<L>It was: for colours change or fade away.</L>
<L>Then view no more thy own fair Phy&s;nomie!</L>
<L>Becau&s;e I'd have thee look the more on me.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Squire <HI>Huffe.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SQuire <HI>Huffe</HI> had got a vap'ring trick to talk</L>
<L>High ranting words, then 'bout the room to walk</L>
<L>Like bold <HI>Andrea</HI> acting on the &s;tage</L>
<L>Often in &s;peech would per&s;onate his rage:</L>
<L>Sometimes he grew Satyrick and would &s;trein</L>
<L>To jeer each man in King <HI>Camby&s;es</HI> vein.</L>
<L>Blunt being toucht grew angry, made reply</L>
<L>Though I cann't prate yet you &s;hal find that I</L>
<L>Can fight, and beat him &s;oundly: 'tis the way</L>
<L>Thus to cure madmen, as I have heard &s;ay.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Philip Soupe</HI> and <HI>Jone</HI> his wife.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LO I the tragick &s;tory &s;ing o'th' life</L>
<L>And death of <HI>Philip Soupe</HI> and <HI>Ione</HI> his wife;</L>
<L>A friendly pair of Turtles that did love</L>
<L>Good fellow&s;hip and lu&s;ty ale above</L>
<L>All earthly good: for why? they oft wu'd &s;ay</L>
<L>'Tis high and mighty <HI>Ale</HI> doth griefs allay,</L>
<L>And when 'tis nappy and &s;pirituall,</L>
<L>Ale is both meat and drink, and cloath, and all,</L>
<L>For all's included in this &s;entence Ale:</L>
<L>Lets drink it then they cryd, or new or &s;tale.</L>
<L>It hap't the&s;e two once wanting companie</L>
<L>Which made them &s;ad, and &s;adne&s;s made them drie,</L>
<L>Set foot to foot, and tryd the ma&s;terie,</L>
<L>Each lookt to th' to'ther too with narrow eie,</L>
<L><PB N="57" REF="84"><HI>Phil</HI> drunk to <HI>Iug,</HI> and <HI>Iug</HI> cryd <HI>Phil</HI> again</L>
<L>Til none could &s;tand or &s;peak one &s;entence plain,</L>
<L>Fild up toth' throat when both could drink no more</L>
<L>And th' re&s;t o'th' drink left running 'bout the floor,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e neither could the &s;picket wield aright,</L>
<L>Re&s;olving as 'twas time to &s;leep that night,</L>
<L>They &s;hok their cloaths off both at la&s;t, and &s;o</L>
<L>Stumbled into their beds with much ado:</L>
<L>But oh the &s;ad di&s;a&s;ters that befel them:</L>
<L>At this encounter! You anon &s;hal &s;mel them:</L>
<L>For when <HI>Iug</HI> rows'd to bu&s;s her <HI>Philip,</HI> &s;he</L>
<L>Her &s;tomack being o'r-charg'd did rain a &s;ea</L>
<L>Of pow'rful Ale in poor <HI>Phil</HI>'s face and brea&s;t,</L>
<L>Who&s;e gaping mouth, and &s;tomack thus oppre&s;t</L>
<L>With the receipt of his wives &s;pew'd-up liquor</L>
<L>Grew &s;ick, no vomit could have made him &s;icker,</L>
<L>He turn'd and groan'd as if he were to die,</L>
<L>Then &s;traightwaies fac't about, and furiou&s;ly</L>
<L>Rever&s;t, he charg'd her body with his rear</L>
<L>On her right flanck all-to-bedighting her,</L>
<L>Then he drew up and &s;pew'd, then charg'd agen</L>
<L>Til he had routed all her bodie, then</L>
<L>After a Parley &s;ounded, <HI>Iug</HI> did &s;ay</L>
<L>Thou'rt pe&s;tlence hot, draw off now, <HI>Philip,</HI> pray;</L>
<L>The place &s;oon grew too hot indeed for them,</L>
<L>For the foul Stygian lake did never &s;team</L>
<L>With &s;uch gro&s;s vapours as did thence ari&s;e,</L>
<L>Ready to choak them both in woful wi&s;e.</L>
<L>At la&s;t <HI>Phil</HI> reacht for th' Iordan where he might</L>
<L>Convert his Ale to Lees, but mi&s;&s;ing it</L>
<L>He fel a ground: the like did <HI>Iug</HI> bety'd</L>
<L>Who reaching for the drink o'th' other &s;ide</L>
<L>Fel down with th' chamberpot upon her head,</L>
<L>Be&s;ide them&s;elves, and both be&s;ide the bed;</L>
<L>Nak'd and a&s;leep i'th' morning both were found</L>
<L>In pickle pro&s;trate on the &s;pawled ground:</L>
<L>Sad chance! this loving couple never were</L>
<L>Known until now to <HI>Fal out</HI> any where:</L>
<L><PB N="58" REF="85">Oh curfed Ale could thus part man and wife!</L>
<L>'Twas in their cups, let that excu&s;e the &s;trife.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Poet <HI>Cordus</HI> a Rimer.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen Poet <HI>Cordus</HI> writes, he oftentimes</L>
<L>Doth wier draw his matter to his rimes,</L>
<L>Provide but rea&s;on, rime wil flow; but he</L>
<L>Harps more upon the words, then &s;ence, I &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Fusk.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHy &s;hould <HI>Fusk</HI> of his wife &s;o jealous be</L>
<L>Unle&s;s his own &s;ins taught him jealou&s;ie?</L>
<L>(For we are often more &s;u&s;picious far</L>
<L>Of that wherein our &s;elves mo&s;t guilty are:)</L>
<L>Some rather think <HI>Fusk</HI> in&s;ufficient,</L>
<L>And 'cau&s;e he cannot give his wife content</L>
<L>Therefore he fears &s;he &s;eeks abroad, for why</L>
<L>Women they wil be &s;atisfi'd, or cry:</L>
<L>Some &s;ay he thinks &s;he's wi&s;er far then he,</L>
<L>And &s;o turns Envie into jealou&s;ie:</L>
<L>Stil the fault lies in him not her, you &s;ee,</L>
<L>While <HI>Fusk</HI> grows lean with triple jealou&s;ie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To an old deformed Woman.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THou art a Remedie for love, for he</L>
<L>That thee beholds, in love &s;hal never be.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="59" REF="85">
<HEAD>To <HI>Cit.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Wonder <HI>Cit</HI> thou art &s;o confident</L>
<L>Sure I ne'r gave thee &s;uch encouragement,</L>
<L>I never borrowed of thee, nor was I</L>
<L>Ever once drunk in thy ba&s;e companie,</L>
<L>Nor did you e'r pimp for me, or bid me come</L>
<L>To dinner with your friendly wife at home,</L>
<L>You ne'r yet offer'd to be bound for me</L>
<L>Nor can&s;t claim kinred by affinitie:</L>
<L>How dare you then be &s;o familiar</L>
<L>With me? what&punc; do you think becau&s;e you are</L>
<L>Free of the City, and in time may be</L>
<L>The grave <HI>Cinquater</HI> of your Companie</L>
<L>Or 'cau&s;e &s;ometimes you walk in &s;carlet gowne,</L>
<L>Reverenc'd by boys and watermen oth' town,</L>
<L>Or 'cau&s;e your &s;attin doublet's girt with gold,</L>
<L>I'm therefore bound to you? are you thus bold</L>
<L>Becau&s;e you are grown rich by wicked gain?</L>
<L>To your &s;hop Squundrel! and your wares again!</L>
<L>And conver&s;e there with thy Apprentices.</L>
<L>If thou'lt oblige me with true curte&s;ies</L>
<L>And lend gentilely, then perhaps I'l own</L>
<L>Thee for a friend, el&s;e thou'rt a <HI>Cit:</HI> be gone.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Plagiarie.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>FEloniou&s;ly thou &s;teal&s;t anothers wit,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e &s;ure thou art to have thy book for it:</L>
<L>Thou art no learned thief yet, for although</L>
<L>Thou reade&s;t wel thou can&s;t not write wel too.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="60" REF="86">
<HEAD>To <HI>Ly&s;ippus</HI> a Barber.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>LY&s;ippus!</HI> &s;ome mi&s;tane, have &s;aid that you</L>
<L>Are a Barbarian, but I think a Jew,</L>
<L>You circumci&s;e &s;o much, and for your ends</L>
<L>So &s;moothly &s;troak the faces of your friends,</L>
<L>Making young novices of all that you</L>
<L>Can circumvent: thus you are a Barbarous Jew.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To a corrupt Judge.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHy thou &s;o dear do&s;t law and Ju&s;tice &s;el,</L>
<L>Do&s;t hear and take on either &s;ide &s;o wel,</L>
<L>I wonder not: the Court <HI>Seianus</HI> made</L>
<L>Thee buy thy place &s;o dear as &s;ome have &s;aid;</L>
<L>Great rea&s;on then that who &s;o dear doth buy,</L>
<L>Should th' price enhance when he doth &s;el, as high.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD><HI>Lydia</HI> encountered.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>FRancis</HI> and <HI>Lydia</HI> in a jea&s;ting way</L>
<L>Each other &s;trove to jeer; he won the day</L>
<L>At la&s;t, and &s;ilenc'd her; at which &s;he grew</L>
<L>So vext, that in her pa&s;&s;ion &s;he flew</L>
<L>Upon young <HI>Francis,</HI> and 'twixt rage and fear</L>
<L>Saluted him with a fair box o'th' ear,</L>
<L>He threw her down o'th' bed, and ki&s;t her 'til</L>
<L>She cri'd agen, for madne&s;s, 'gain&s;t her wil:</L>
<L>Oh &s;weet revenge! who would not thus fall out</L>
<L>If he might have but &s;uch a ki&s;&s;ing bout?</L>
<L>Ki&s;s and be friends was the old way you know</L>
<L>Of reconciling, &s;o it &s;eems 'twas now.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="61" REF="86">
<HEAD>On Gaming.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SOme play for gain, to pa&s;s time others play</L>
<L>For nothing, both do play the Fool I &s;ay:</L>
<L>Nor time or coin I'l lo&s;e or idly &s;pend;</L>
<L>Who gets by play, proves lo&s;er in the end.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Brag.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BRag his right glove draws often off and on,</L>
<L>To &s;how his wounds on each occa&s;ion:</L>
<L>Tel not for &s;hame, Brag, where thou got&s;t tho&s;e &s;cars;</L>
<L>A tavern broil did mark thee, not the wars.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Co&s;mo.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>REading my ver&s;es <HI>Co&s;mo</HI> wonders why</L>
<L>They &s;wel not with Poetique Hi&s;torie,</L>
<L>Why I not u&s;e their pretty fables, whence</L>
<L>I may &s;uck matter to enlarge my &s;ence?</L>
<L>As now to &s;peak of <HI>Danae's</HI> golden &s;how'r,</L>
<L>Then of <HI>Narci&s;&s;us</HI> turn'd into a flow'r,</L>
<L><HI>Ixions</HI> wheel, or <HI>Sy&s;iphu</HI> his &s;tone,</L>
<L>Or how the Moon ki&s;s'd lov'd <HI>Endymion;</HI></L>
<L>Then to di&s;play <HI>Medu&s;a's</HI> &s;nakie locks,</L>
<L>Or talk of wi&s;e <HI>Pandora</HI> and her box,</L>
<L>Or him that wi&s;ht that all he toucht were gold,</L>
<L>And how this granted all his meat re&s;olv'd</L>
<L>At the fir&s;t touch to gilded baits, and he</L>
<L>Not able to di&s;ge&s;t them, forc't to die:</L>
<L>Then of &s;lain <HI>Pelops</HI> Ivory &s;houlder, how</L>
<L><HI>Io</HI> by <HI>jove</HI> was turn'd into a cow:</L>
<L><PB N="62" REF="87">Of th' <HI>Minotaur's</HI> born of <HI>Pa&s;iphe</HI></L>
<L>And of <HI>Leucothee</HI> turn'd into a tree</L>
<L>Of frankincen&s;e: or of <HI>Tire&s;ias</HI></L>
<L>Who &s;ometimes man and &s;ometimes woman was:</L>
<L>Then of <HI>Minerva</HI> born of <HI>Jupiters</HI> brain</L>
<L>Or by his wife how <HI>Hercules</HI> was &s;lain</L>
<L>With <HI>Ne&s;&s;us</HI> poi&s;on'd &s;hirt: or of the maid</L>
<L>Turn'd to a &s;pider, how &s;he fir&s;t was &s;aid</L>
<L>To invent &s;pinning: the&s;e he did conclude</L>
<L>With many more you may ofttimes allude</L>
<L>Unto your purpo&s;e, where each fiction</L>
<L>By allegoricall allu&s;ion</L>
<L>Becomes your own, and thereby al&s;o you</L>
<L>Are both Hi&s;torian and Poet too.</L>
<L>Troth I wil tel thee why I did omit</L>
<L>Such fabulous phan&s;ies, fir&s;t becau&s;e I writ</L>
<L>Not only to be read but under&s;tood;</L>
<L>And next 'cau&s;e <HI>lies,</HI> down not with all, for food.</L>
<L>The fine&s;t web is by the &s;pider &s;pun;</L>
<L>He's poor that borrows his invention.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Moun&s;ieur <HI>Congee.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Proper hand&s;ome courtly man indeed,</L>
<L>And wel &s;et out with cloaths, can for a need</L>
<L>Di&s;cour&s;e with legs, and quarter congies, and</L>
<L>Talk half an howr with help of foot and hand.</L>
<L>But when I viewd this Moun&s;ieur clean throughout</L>
<L>I found that he was only man without.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On <HI>Gripe.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>GRipe</HI> to him&s;elf talks of the &s;ums he lent</L>
<L>And of the debts he ows, but to prevent</L>
<L><PB N="63" REF="87">Others from borrowing more; away you Iew</L>
<L>Do&s;t think I'd ask of &s;uch a knave as you?</L>
<L>Be&s;ides if I of thee to day &s;hould borrow,</L>
<L>I know th' whole town &s;hould hear of it to morrow.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To Har&s;h.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MU&s;ick that once could move each rock and tree</L>
<L>Not a whit moves thee <HI>Har&s;h,</HI> or plea&s;eth thee;</L>
<L>Thy inharmonious &s;oul how wilt thou bring</L>
<L>To Heav'n, where Angels nothing el&s;e but &s;ing?</L>
<L>A Helli&s;h &s;ure and untun'd &s;oul hath he</L>
<L>That is not rapt with mu&s;icks exta&s;ie:</L>
<L>Know&s;t not what evil &s;pirits it expels?</L>
<L>It cur'd afflicted <HI>Saul,</HI> and nothing el&s;e:</L>
<L>It doth in&s;pire the &s;oul and heighten it;</L>
<L>Tho' had&s;t better lo&s;e thy ears than once be bit</L>
<L>By a <HI>Tarantula</HI> who&s;e deadly wound</L>
<L>Is only healed by &s;oft mu&s;icks &s;ound.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To <HI>Cupid.</HI> His Armes blazoned.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>LUna</HI> he bears, in a cro&s;s <HI>Saturn</HI> plain</L>
<L>A flaming heart transfixed <HI>Sol;</HI> thus &s;lain</L>
<L>In the wounds orifice it bleeds <HI>Mars,</HI> from whence</L>
<L>Bloudie drops flow, and under the pretence</L>
<L>For Motto this in&s;cribed more is,</L>
<L><HI>Sanat Amor vulnus armoris.</HI></L>
<L>Thy Arms do &s;peak thee Noble, Cruel too,</L>
<L>El&s;e thou would&s;t ne'r &s;o many hearts undo:</L>
<L><PB N="64" REF="88">How much thou do&s;t degenerate I find,</L>
<L>For thy fair Godde&s;&s;e Mother was more kind.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On proud <HI>M^r^s. Minx.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>PRide takes no cold, yet Pride oft takes a fal:</L>
<L>Both which are true in this our finical</L>
<L>Proud Mrs. <HI>Minx</HI> fair Madams waiting maid</L>
<L>For though &s;he went like her &s;pruce Dame arraid</L>
<L>In her ca&s;t gowns, bare, all the neck and brea&s;t</L>
<L>Down to the &s;houlders, and &s;ometimes the re&s;t;</L>
<L>Yet took no cold, pride and lu&s;t kept her warm</L>
<L>Though &s;he went &s;tript up above half the arm.</L>
<L>Yet did the pride of this She-goat at la&s;t</L>
<L>Catch a &s;hrewd fal, for by a &s;tumbling ca&s;t</L>
<L>I'th' <HI>Lobby</HI> room her heels flew 'bove her head</L>
<L>And &s;o &s;he broke her elboe 'gain&s;t the bed.</L>
<L>Yet though &s;he fel her belly ri&s;s: what el&s;e?</L>
<L>Pride naturally when 'tis at lowe&s;t &s;wels.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On three Knights without &s;purs.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SIr <HI>Iohn</HI> in's &s;purs no rowels had, becau&s;e</L>
<L>There was no need, his hor&s;e twice roweld was:</L>
<L>Sir <HI>George</HI> but one &s;pur wore, for if one &s;ide</L>
<L>Will go, to'ther wil follow he reply'd:</L>
<L>I askt Sir <HI>Lancelot</HI> why no &s;purs he wore?</L>
<L>Becau&s;e &s;aies he, a free hor&s;e needs no &s;pur.</L>
<L>If &s;purs &s;hew Knights and Hor&s;emen; then I fear</L>
<L>'Mong&s;t them was neither Knight or Chivalier.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<PB N="65" REF="88">
<HEAD>On <HI>Copernicus</HI> his opinion who thought the earth went round.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>IN vain did <HI>Drake</HI> with pains the Earth &s;ail round,</L>
<L>Here's one could do it ea&s;ier on the ground.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>On Doctour <HI>Love-Self.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>LOve-Self</HI> when th' Plague in <HI>London</HI> reigned &s;ore,</L>
<L>Grown rich him&s;elf &s;huts up and wu'd no more</L>
<L>When mo&s;t his help was wanted: it &s;eems then</L>
<L>Hee'd not his patients keep as married men</L>
<L>Mu&s;t keep their wives in Sickne&s;s and in Health,</L>
<L>Such is the fearful cowardize of wealth.</L>
<L>Though thou with th' Plague would'&s;t nothing ha' to do,</L>
<L>A Plaguy cunning Doctour yet wer't thou.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To my &s;mal friend with a great beard.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THy face and &s;elf are &s;mal, but large thy beard:</L>
<L>Lop't off! thy wood wil hide thee I'm afferd.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epigram">
<HEAD>To Ignorant <HI>Zoile.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>ZOile</HI> I am told you pi&s;h and pough, when e'r</L>
<L>You any do my lines commending hear:</L>
<L><PB N="66" REF="89">Pi&s;h on! 'cau&s;e you &s;til in the wrong place pi&s;h,</L>
<L>A&s;per&s;ing mo&s;t the be&s;t, as I could wi&s;h.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="to the reader">
<HEAD>To the Reader.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>IT is enough: but if you think too much,</L>
<L>Then <HI>Reader!</HI> &s;ay you &s;aw me not! for &s;uch</L>
<L>As I for writing what is bad, will you</L>
<L>By others be for reading counted too.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT>
<TEXT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="satires">
<PB N="1" REF="89">
<HEAD>SATYRS.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="satire">
<HEAD>SATYR 1.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<HEAD>The Argument.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>Several phanta&s;tick Humors here</L>
<L>Of Sea-&s;ick minds de&s;cribed are,</L>
<L>Wedded to &s;pend their time in vain:</L>
<L>Whence th' Authour woos them to refrein.</L>
</LG>
</ARGUMENT>
<LG>
<L>OH men! oh manners! what a medly's this</L>
<L>When each mans mind more than face diff'rent is?</L>
<L>For by forms only we di&s;tingui&s;ht be</L>
<L>One from another: but! alas! to &s;ee!</L>
<L>We varie from our &s;elves each day in mind,</L>
<L>Nor know we in our &s;elvs our &s;elvs to find.</L>
<L>Sure had <HI>Era&s;mus</HI> liv'd til now, he wu'd</L>
<L>Without an <HI>Oedipus</HI> ne'r have under&s;tood</L>
<L>The riddles of this dark phanta&s;tick age,</L>
<L>Where each Ape alters with the &s;caene the &s;tage.</L>
<L>Had I thy razour <HI>Actius</HI> to di&s;&s;ect</L>
<L>The&s;e Gordian knotty humours men affect,</L>
<L>I'd &s;harp my pen, and after &s;teep it all</L>
<L>In wormwood vinegar and Stygian gal.</L>
<L>Lend me thy whip <HI>Alecto!</HI> that I may</L>
<L>Scourge the prepo&s;t'rous times, as Boys at play</L>
<L>Do whip their egg&s;hels! yet don't I wel know</L>
<L>Whether my anger they de&s;erve or no,</L>
<L>But rather pittie; whether rather I</L>
<L>Should with &s;corn laugh at them, or for them crie.</L>
<L>Ev'n <HI>Heraclitus</HI> &s;pleen would tickled be</L>
<L>To view Welch bobbie and Garlick eat, or &s;ee</L>
<L><PB N="2" REF="90">A French grenovillio fricas with young mice</L>
<L>And mu&s;hroms mixt, or the low-dutch device</L>
<L>Of roa&s;ted &s;prats and Herrings, or th' Iri&s;h</L>
<L>Tough bonyclabber, or that German di&s;h</L>
<L>Of pickled &s;nails and tender Gra&s;hoppers,</L>
<L>Or the Jews Locu&s;ts with their Elder ears,</L>
<L>As much as &s;ee an A&s;&s;e eat thi&s;tles; who</L>
<L>Would not admire that every Country &s;o</L>
<L>Should vary phan&s;ies, and thus &s;trangely affect</L>
<L>A nouvell diet with their Dialect?</L>
<L>But &s;tomacks like our minds are &s;ickly too,</L>
<L>Both are be&s;t pleas'd with quelquecho&s;es vain &s;o new.</L>
<L>So have I &s;een a travaild <HI>Squire</HI> di&s;cour&s;e</L>
<L>On &s;everal &s;awces, &s;pin out &s;econd cour&s;e</L>
<L>With a picktooth in's mouth, and chafindi&s;h</L>
<L>To &s;tew his raw roa&s;t fowl and codled fi&s;h,</L>
<L>Til we had lo&s;t our &s;tomacks, and new got:</L>
<L>Learn'd in the art of eating was he not?</L>
<L>Yet this at home mo&s;t galls my patience</L>
<L>To &s;ee &s;o humorous a difference</L>
<L>Of more phanta&s;tick giddy minds that draw</L>
<L>Like Mules and Oxen each another way.</L>
<L>Here's one writes more than &s;ome good Scholars read,</L>
<L>And quoats more Authours than <HI>Pryn</HI> ever did,</L>
<L>Or in the whole world nece&s;&s;ary be;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t in one Tome a Vatican thus he</L>
<L>Erects; &s;o have I &s;een a Pampleter</L>
<L>That rails 'gain&s;t Bi&s;hops, make his margin far</L>
<L>Exceed his &s;encele&s;s <HI>The&s;is,</HI> whil&s;t he &s;wels</L>
<L>His leaf with texts of Scripture little el&s;e,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e fal&s;e cited or as heterogene</L>
<L>And wide from's purpo&s;e as is <HI>Po</HI> from <HI>Seine.</HI></L>
<L>Such &s;warmes of &s;cribled Rap&s;odies begot</L>
<L>Ragmen to enrich, Typographers, and not</L>
<L>The Under&s;tanding; &s;ince they more di&s;tract</L>
<L>Each weakned judgement, wu'd they were by Act</L>
<L>Condemn'd to flames! Learning is more profound</L>
<L>When in few&punc; &s;olid&punc; Authours 'tmay be found.</L>
<L><PB N="3" REF="90">A few good books di&s;ge&s;ted wel do feed</L>
<L>The mind, much cloys or doth ill humours breed.</L>
<L><HI>Seempol</HI> &s;ets down in his <HI>Ephemeris</HI></L>
<L>The trifles of each how'rs vain exerci&s;e,</L>
<L>Toys that &s;hould be <HI>Ephemera</HI> indeed</L>
<L>Dying the &s;ame day they were born and bred.</L>
<L>Things of &s;o &s;mal concern or moment, who</L>
<L>Would &s;tuffe his Diarie with, or care to know?</L>
<L>As what he wore, thought, laugh't at, where he walkt,</L>
<L>When farted, where he pi&s;t, with whom he talkt.</L>
<L><HI>Memento</HI>'s more ridiculous than tho&s;e</L>
<L>The City Chronicler made at Lord Mayors &s;hows;</L>
<L>As who his Hinchboys were, who wav'd the &s;word,</L>
<L>Who brought the Cu&s;tard to his <HI>Honours</HI> boord,</L>
<L>What year a Lyon whelpt i'th' Tower dy'd,</L>
<L>Pepper or corn was dear, who&s;e child be&s;tride</L>
<L>Each gilt Colo&s;&s;us Pageant in Cheap&s;ide,</L>
<L>Or in what year <HI>Bartholomie</HI> Fair forbid.</L>
<L>(Whereas Hi&s;torians only things of weight,</L>
<L>Re&s;ults of Per&s;ons or affairs of State,</L>
<L>Briefely with truth, and cleerne&s;s &s;hould relate)</L>
<L><HI>Laconick</HI> &s;hortne&s;s memorie feeds. I hate</L>
<L>A long &s;pun &s;tory of one drawn toth' &s;take</L>
<L>Would reach from <HI>Newgate</HI> to <HI>Smithfield,</HI> and make</L>
<L>The martyr'd reader &s;weat as much or more</L>
<L>Than <HI>Latimer</HI> i'th' flames, with a bald &s;core</L>
<L>Of phars'd (<HI>Quoth he's</HI>) in every page at lea&s;t,</L>
<L>As without them 'twere not to be expre&s;t.</L>
<L>But <HI>Dulman</HI> barren of invention, wears</L>
<L>His time and books in reading only. Here's</L>
<L>Squire <HI>Topas</HI> &s;pends his daies in killing flies,</L>
<L>And like <HI>Domitian</HI> &s;uch a drone he dies.</L>
<L>Rare was th' Italians Art, who writ &s;o &s;mal</L>
<L>Three pence hid <HI>Pater No&s;ter, Creed</HI> and all;</L>
<L>And made our <HI>Charls</HI> but half way drawn to &s;hine</L>
<L>With mo&s;t Maje&s;tick Holyne&s;s when each line</L>
<L>Of th' admir'd purtraict breath'd &s;uch heav'nly flames,</L>
<L>That the &s;mal piece &s;poke all the Reading P&s;alms,</L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="91">Without a magnifying gla&s;s what eie</L>
<L>Could yet di&s;cern the letter'd Phy&s;nomie?</L>
<L>Oh mo&s;t laborious lo&s;&s;e of time! So rare</L>
<L><HI>Callicrates</HI> his Ivorie Emmets were,</L>
<L>With's Elegiack ver&s;es writ &s;o &s;mal</L>
<L>That a Hart cherry&s;tone contein'd them all;</L>
<L>As <HI>Homers Iliads</HI> in a nut&s;hel were;</L>
<L>Th' whole world de&s;crib'd in a young Orenge &s;phere.</L>
<L><HI>Archytas</HI> wooden dove <HI>Agellius</HI> nam'd,</L>
<L>Or that &s;ame wooden Eagle <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Bartas les <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">our. 1. &s;emain.</NOTE> <HI>Bartas</HI> fam'd,</L>
<L>Or th' Iron flie his <HI>Salu&s;t</HI> mentions,</L>
<L><HI>Regiomontanus</HI> his Inventions:</L>
<L><HI>Aelians</HI> rig'd &s;hip or his <GAP DESC="foreign"> made</L>
<L>So little that they each might be convey'd</L>
<L>Under a Bees &s;mal wing un&s;een, what are</L>
<L>They all but witty trifles? &s;ans compare</L>
<L>Indu&s;trious follies? who would loo&s;e &s;o much</L>
<L>Dear precious time to be accounted &s;uch</L>
<L>A precious indefatigable A&s;&s;e?</L>
<L><HI>Pantagons</HI> art &s;ure no le&s;&s;e &s;ubtile was</L>
<L>Who muzzled fleas and gold chains made to lead</L>
<L>Them captiv'd in&punc; But oh my &s;ides and head</L>
<L>Would ake with laughter&punc; &s;hould I mu&s;ter all</L>
<L>Such vain <HI>Sy&s;iphian</HI> toils. Yet mu&s;t I cal</L>
<L>To mind <HI>Belanch,</HI> who as ill &s;pent his time</L>
<L>I'th' my&s;terie of mou&s;traps and birdlime.</L>
<L>The&s;e fond <GAP DESC="foreign"> labours were</L>
<L>By <HI>Alexander</HI> witt'ly &s;coffed, where</L>
<L>To one who on a needles point each time</L>
<L>Could throw a pea, he gave a peck of them.</L>
<L>Our time was lent us to be employd in high</L>
<L>And nobler Projects, not thus fruitle&s;lie.</L>
<L>Yet better tis thus to mi&s;pend it &s;til,</L>
<L>Than nought to do, or what is wor&s;er, il.</L>
<L>Wel then!&mdash;</L>
<L>Since each mans humour is his minds delight,</L>
<L>Let him per&s;u't! mine is to laugh at it.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="satire">
<PB N="5" REF="91">
<HEAD>SATYR 2.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<HEAD>The Argument.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Female Synod is conven'd</L>
<L>Of holy Si&s;ters that pretend</L>
<L>To Sanctitie in dre&s;s and &s;how,</L>
<L>But are di&s;cover'd nothing &s;o.</L>
</LG>
</ARGUMENT>
<LG>
<L>HEl and damnation! what Impo&s;ture's this?</L>
<L>A She white linnen Saint without, yet is</L>
<L>Incarnate Devil: i'&s;t not that &s;ame Fiend</L>
<L>Was found be&s;ieg'd by her Apo&s;tle friend</L>
<L>In <HI>An<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">lin's</HI> porch the other morn? before</L>
<L>The Sexton ro&s;e they 'ad knocking forc't the door,</L>
<L>Had not the grave di&s;turber of dead bones</L>
<L>And bels, there &s;tumbled o'r them both at once.</L>
<L>Out you unhallow'd whore! is this the way</L>
<L>To enter heav'n at thy &s;treight gate I pray?</L>
<L>D'you &s;anctifie your Cuckold dormant? mu&s;t</L>
<L>Your mother Church be bawd to goati&s;h lu&s;t?</L>
<L>Yet goes &s;he in and &s;itting prays and hears</L>
<L>With as ob&s;erving eies, attentive ears</L>
<L>The Lecture, as the holie&s;t Matron there:</L>
<L>As though her clean&s;tarcht handkerchieve was ne'r</L>
<L>With clo&s;e embraces rumpled. Oh what front</L>
<L>Of impudence that &s;ex can put upon't!</L>
<L>As &s;hee'd &s;uck in nothing that day but grace,</L>
<L>Mark how &s;he eies the Preacher in the face!</L>
<L>Able to &s;tare &s;u&s;picion thence! as I</L>
<L>Have &s;een hoar&s;e ranting <HI>Gape</HI> with &s;tedfa&s;t eie,</L>
<L>Boldly out-face a petty Iurie, when</L>
<L>The Iudge was after dinner &s;leeping Then</L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="92">She having glean'd in her &s;pruce table book&punc;</L>
<L>Such crums of comfort as the <HI>Caiaphas</HI> took</L>
<L>Fir&s;t upon tru&s;t, with the next Si&s;terhood</L>
<L>'Mong&s;t marrow bones and other lu&s;tie food,</L>
<L>She &s;catters them for breakfa&s;t, where mu&s;t&punc; be</L>
<L>The moyling Prie&s;t (for 'tis not fit that he</L>
<L>Should &s;pend his lungs, oyl, labour too in vain:)</L>
<L>Great plea&s;ures ju&s;tly do attend great pain.</L>
<L>Their bellies fill'd like wind&s;tuft bagpipes, &s;o</L>
<L>Their &s;queaking Organs mu&s;t be going too:</L>
<L>Such &s;trange di&s;putes here controverted be</L>
<L>Would puzzle a Scotch-lay-Presbyterie.</L>
<L>Whether that <HI>Bigamie</HI> been't as lawful now</L>
<L>As 'twas 'tofore? Speak Si&s;ter <HI>Ruth!</HI> we know</L>
<L>You have two husbands now, be&s;ides that one</L>
<L>Who next &s;tands fairly in election.</L>
<L>Truly and verily, I profe&s;&s;e you may,</L>
<L>How &s;hould the Church be built up el&s;e, I pray?</L>
<L>Her doctrine <HI>Hannah</HI> did approve, and doubt</L>
<L>Whether not in the Church as wel as out</L>
<L>Women might &s;peak? the Prie&s;t re&s;olv'd they &s;hould</L>
<L>Speak out as much and often as they would,</L>
<L>But never in. A Female Synod is</L>
<L>Re&s;olv'd on to convene: the way was this;</L>
<L>Each truth-in&s;pired She forthwith to meet&punc;</L>
<L>Either in <HI>Marklane</HI> or near <HI>Criplegate,</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>Eutichus</HI> the <HI>Taylours</HI> chamber, there</L>
<L>Each Monday 'bout Religion to conferre.</L>
<L>Th' A&s;&s;embly meets and &s;its: a pretty &s;ight</L>
<L>Fair &s;mooth chin'd Go&s;pellers in aprons white:</L>
<L>Cathedral lawn not half &s;o learned is.</L>
<L>No <HI>Prolocutour</HI> here was made, I wis:</L>
<L>They were all &s;peakers. Fir&s;t grave <HI>Abigail</HI></L>
<L>The Semp&s;tre&s;&s;e having fir&s;t pronounc'd them all</L>
<L>A holy Convent: damned in one word</L>
<L><HI>Arminians</HI> with their books to fire and &s;word.</L>
<L>Such Tyrants women are: when they in &s;tead</L>
<L>Of di&s;taffs &s;cepters take&punc; they'l rule their head.</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="92">Peace! Peace! &s;aid bu&s;ie <HI>Martha,</HI> we not know</L>
<L>Nor the <HI>She-Burgers</HI> in <HI>Geneva</HI> how</L>
<L>The&s;e <HI>Schollards</HI> tenets to confute: let's talk</L>
<L>Of things we better under&s;tand, and balk</L>
<L>Their Heathni&s;h Problems! I had rather know</L>
<L>Whether the world in ninty &s;eav'n or no,</L>
<L>(As <HI>Hoord</HI> affirms) &s;hal be di&s;&s;olv'd? for this</L>
<L>More fit and to be known more ea&s;ie is&punc;</L>
<L>My husband's now about &s;ome land to buy</L>
<L>And I'd not have him throw't away &s;aid &s;he;</L>
<L>By no means let him do't, &s;aid <HI>Sarah,</HI> no:</L>
<L>But rather in Rever&s;ion let him '&s;tow</L>
<L>His money at that fatal period, when</L>
<L>The world for certein mu&s;t di&s;&s;olve, for then</L>
<L>Th' earth for a thou&s;and years &s;hal lea&s;ed be</L>
<L>To us the Saints for little, &s;aied She.</L>
<L>To quit this was a learned Quaere made,</L>
<L>By a thin antiquated Chambermaid,</L>
<L>Run mad with reading <HI>Dod</HI> and <HI>Broughton,</HI> where</L>
<L>She &s;cruples whether <HI>Aarons</HI> Ephod were</L>
<L>Of the skie colour or &s;eawater green;</L>
<L>The dyers all of <HI>Am&s;terdam</HI> have been</L>
<L>Long in di&s;pute about the que&s;tion.</L>
<L>Next the point of <HI>Praede&s;tination</HI></L>
<L>Was &s;tartled to perplex the more: in ha&s;te</L>
<L>From this to <HI>Freewil</HI> the&s;e Heav'n drivers pa&s;t,</L>
<L>And Squirrel-like as nimbly leapt from this</L>
<L>As o'r one bog to another wild Iri&s;h:</L>
<L>Like th' dogs that lapt at <HI>Nilus</HI> &s;eav'nfold &s;tream</L>
<L>They lick the flouds now they have troubled them;</L>
<L>Or as young Scepticks in Philo&s;ophie</L>
<L>From Air to Water, Fire to Earth wil flie,</L>
<L>Peripateticks in Divinitie</L>
<L>O'r all its Elements thus they likewi&s;e hie,</L>
<L>As nimbly with their tongues, as &s;tanding &s;til</L>
<L>O'r th' world a man in a map travel wil,</L>
<L>With's eie in one &s;hort minute, yet not know</L>
<L>Where the <HI>Moguls</HI> rich country &s;tands, or how</L>
<L><PB N="8" REF="93">His own is rul'd. In every doubt at la&s;t</L>
<L>All unre&s;olv'd each to their homes do ha&s;te,</L>
<L>With their bo&s;s'd Bibles tru&s;s'd beneath their arms,</L>
<L>Thumb'd in the Revelation and the P&s;alms.</L>
<L>Bodie O death! who &s;hould they meet at door</L>
<L>But <HI>Grace</HI> the waiting maid that &s;altchin'd whore?</L>
<L>Who before &s;he the Paedagogue had wed</L>
<L>Took all preventives, and when e'r &s;he &s;ped</L>
<L>Toucht <HI>Sowbread, Gladdon</HI> us'd, and <HI>Savin,</HI> food</L>
<L>To &s;link her &s;purious and abortive brood,</L>
<L>Procur'd for her dear Madams daughters, taught</L>
<L>Them to leap oft, &s;oon as their wembs were fraught:</L>
<L>Yet with her cloak as holy face now wears</L>
<L>Where little hair much Sanctitie appears.</L>
<L>Lord! how &s;he &s;ighs in direful accents, that</L>
<L>Private affairs had made her come &s;o late!</L>
<L>What matter i&s;t? How d'ee; her quondam friend</L>
<L>Her Ladies gentle Go-before doth find</L>
<L>Her there, renews acquaintance, and thence brings</L>
<L>Her to his Laundre&s;&s;e private hou&s;e and flings</L>
<L>Her down on the refre&s;hing mat: the bed</L>
<L>Being ta'ne away and nothing but the &s;ted</L>
<L>There le&s;t to hold the &s;port up, &s;ince the poor</L>
<L>Old Bawd her bedcloaths found too fa&s;t were wore.</L>
<L>Each met their comforters before they went</L>
<L>To their tup Cuckolds: &s;o the day was &s;pent.</L>
<L>But I am no Sir <HI>Pandarus</HI> of Troy,</L>
<L>To &s;ent each City &s;top or clo&s;e dequoy:</L>
<L>I am no Pimp or Con&s;table&punc; if more</L>
<L>Sinners you'd find, &s;earch Bridewel! there be &s;tore,</L>
<L>Who though they been't all &s;anctifi'd alike,</L>
<L>Yet are as right for the cau&s;e Catholick.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="satire">
<PB N="9" REF="93">
<HEAD>SATYR 3.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<HEAD>The Argument.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>The formal breeding of an heire</L>
<L>I'th' City is de&s;cribed here,</L>
<L>Where the more formal States-man his</L>
<L>Admired creature pourtraid is.</L>
</LG>
</ARGUMENT>
<LG>
<L>MAn is a laughing Creature, who in this,</L>
<L>And a &s;oul rational di&s;tingui&s;ht is</L>
<L>From bruti&s;h bea&s;ts: yet even they not have</L>
<L>Like u&s;e of Rea&s;on &s;eem they wi&s;e or grave.</L>
<L>Follies in them pitty or laughter move</L>
<L>In men of wi&s;er judgement: to reprove</L>
<L>Who&s;e open Errours with as publike &s;miles</L>
<L>Is be&s;t: for &s;ilent pitty but beguiles</L>
<L>And hardens follie by connivance; we</L>
<L>By precept and example taught mu&s;t be.</L>
<L>Yet both are &s;carce enough to in&s;truct or wean</L>
<L>Some from the Simples which they fir&s;t &s;uckt in</L>
<L>With their flit nur&s;es milk: for &s;ure it is</L>
<L>Midwives and Nur&s;es make men fools or wi&s;e.</L>
<L>Why &s;hould not <HI>Co&s;mus</HI> els that City heir,</L>
<L>Who&s;e education was the onely care</L>
<L>Of his indulgent parents wi&s;er prove?</L>
<L>For &s;ee how like a Puppet he doth move,</L>
<L>Or Quarter-&s;triker turns upon his toe,</L>
<L>As in a frame when he &s;aluteth you!</L>
<L>Good manners are not bought at th' <HI>change</HI> or <HI>Schools:</HI></L>
<L>Art's Nature &s;ervant; Fools wil &s;til be fools</L>
<L>Yet wa&s;ters could he manage for Pruans wel</L>
<L>At <HI>I&s;lington</HI> on Sundayes, and to tel</L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="94">You truth had learnt to dance, but that his ear</L>
<L>And he both &s;o inapprehen&s;ive were.</L>
<L>But he is rich, hath fin'd for Sheriff twice,</L>
<L>And wears good cloathes; yet out of them, or his</L>
<L>Mean rab&s;cab companie, looks like what he was</L>
<L>Fir&s;t born and bred, that is a precious A&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>So there's a river in <HI>Boetia</HI></L>
<L>Wherein the fi&s;hes &s;hine like gold they &s;ay;</L>
<L>But taken thence look but as other frie.</L>
<L>The City &s;eldome breeds Gentilitie</L>
<L>Til three or four di&s;cents. No Oake can be</L>
<L>Upon a Peartree graft &s;o contrarie</L>
<L>And wide their Natures are. But &s;ee his friend</L>
<L>Whom he &s;o often walks with to <HI>Mile-end,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Fencer Peregrin</HI> that brags he can</L>
<L>Kil at <HI>Duello</HI> more than any man;</L>
<L>Has rules to print the fle&s;h, as the <HI>Stoccata,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pa&s;&s;ada, Punto,</HI> and the <HI>Imbroccata,</HI></L>
<L>With more Italian po&s;tures; by a groom,</L>
<L>Yet was di&s;arm'd, beat and kickt out o'th' room,</L>
<L>The other Morn at th'Trumpet: could not skil</L>
<L>Guard him from &s;uch a &s;awcie foot as wel?</L>
<L>Hang't, this is hor&s;e-play, &s;aies he; oh the &s;ence</L>
<L>Of di&s;creet manhood valiant patience!</L>
<L>Thus men di&s;cover'd are by th'companie</L>
<L>They keep, and throughly known: els why wou'd he</L>
<L>Delight in <HI>Dabcok,</HI> that Town-gul, who&s;e no&s;e</L>
<L>And face are as ridiculous as cloathes?</L>
<L>Marrie to laugh at; that him&s;elf might bee</L>
<L>Thought wi&s;er, though God knows, but one degree.</L>
<L>As ugly Ladies waiting faces get</L>
<L>More ugly them the better off to &s;et.</L>
<L>Many o'th' City have &s;uch properties</L>
<L>To wor&s;hip them, and with forc't laughter plea&s;e.</L>
<L>For is't not brave to be the be&s;t i'th' room,</L>
<L>Pay all, have all re&s;pect, and after come</L>
<L>To be admir'd by Squndrels? <HI>Formal</HI> I</L>
<L>Am mo&s;t incens'd with yet, who&s;e gravity</L>
<L><PB N="11" REF="94">Outweighs all other parts, his &s;peech is cream</L>
<L>Starcht as his beard, takes his hat off by th'brim</L>
<L>Methodically 'twixt two fingers, while</L>
<L>His face of <HI>E&s;&s;ayes</HI> &s;eldom deigns to &s;mile;</L>
<L>Like one i'th' I&s;le of eggs he nicely walks,</L>
<L>Affects &s;trange &s;awces, like a Sophi&s;ter talks,</L>
<L>Re&s;pects none that wear wor&s;er cloathes than he,</L>
<L>And thinks him&s;elf the rare Academie;</L>
<L>More proud of's little wit, neat ho&s;e, than e'r</L>
<L><HI>Incaeptor</HI> was of's gown the fir&s;t whole year,</L>
<L>Loves to be eied, yet looks nor drinks below</L>
<L>The &s;alt, &s;eems gravely wi&s;e, is nothing &s;o.</L>
<L>How practis'd is this policie? for mo&s;t men</L>
<L>Study more how to &s;eem judicious, than</L>
<L>To be &s;o, herein whil&s;t their be&s;t wi&s;dome lies</L>
<L>To hide their follies in Schola&s;tick gui&s;e:</L>
<L>This is a fit companion, <HI>Co&s;mus</HI> wear</L>
<L>This <HI>Bri&s;tol</HI> Diamond in thy copper ear!</L>
<L>'Fore him, that young proud <HI>Stati&s;t</HI> I mu&s;t hate,</L>
<L>Who&s;e face is all Mo&s;aick, intricate,</L>
<L>And ful of artificial gravitie,</L>
<L>Talks to him&s;elf where e'r he goes, with eie</L>
<L>By &s;peculation downward fixt, though he</L>
<L>Looks higher than his foretop, hopes to be</L>
<L>O'th' Privie Councel: and wil whi&s;pring tel</L>
<L>News known as doubtful as an Oracle.</L>
<L>This is that other earwig crept into</L>
<L><HI>Co&s;mus</HI> acquaintance, whom he graceth too;</L>
<L>Hee onely bids him welcome for his tongue,</L>
<L>With which he feeds him all the dinner long;</L>
<L>Lends what he asks, though he ne'r thanks him for't,</L>
<L>And hardly owns him when he comes to Court.</L>
<L>Yet oft his wife he vi&s;its, &s;wears by <HI>Jove</HI></L>
<L>He'l place her at next Mask neer or above</L>
<L>The Maids of Honour, tels her too he'l get</L>
<L>Her Husband Knighted; thus his debts hee'l quit</L>
<L>While <HI>Co&s;.</HI> buyes honour. Oh what Empha&s;is</L>
<L>And weight his words bear while 'mong&s;t men he is!</L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="95">Each line he &s;peaks looks like a <HI>Pyramis,</HI></L>
<L>On who&s;e three &s;ides one undi&s;cover'd is.</L>
<L>His <HI>Janus</HI> Hieroglyphick double front</L>
<L>Speaks him an <HI>Oedipus:</HI> oh out upon't!</L>
<L>The <HI>Guelphs</HI> and <HI>Gibellines</HI> not &s;o factious were,</L>
<L>As the confu&s;ed thoughts and projects here</L>
<L>In's <HI>Machiavellian</HI> noddle; now he dreams</L>
<L>Waking of Crowns and Kingdoms, Stratagems</L>
<L>To &s;ubvert <HI>Mahomet,</HI> or for private gain</L>
<L>Patents for <HI>Pins</HI> or <HI>Soape,</HI> or els his brain</L>
<L>Sweats with Monopolies of bones, or tough</L>
<L>Calves-skins wel dre&s;t to &s;el for Iri&s;h Bu&s;t.</L>
<L>Pa&s;&s;ant he deign'd me once a nod and &s;mile,</L>
<L>To be but known to the&s;e Court earwigs, I'l</L>
<L>Be &s;worn is ev'n as great a grace or mo</L>
<L>Than had I ki&s;t his <HI>Holine&s;&s;es</HI> toe.</L>
<L>His <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> Hawks-no&s;e his ambition &s;hows,</L>
<L>While thus like <HI>Niles</HI> tal Crocodile he grows</L>
<L>As long as e'r he lives: he'l &s;urely &s;up</L>
<L>With one o'th' Secretaries o'th' State, and up</L>
<L>With &s;ome great Lord, or other at each word,</L>
<L>To gain the audience of all the board,</L>
<L>Whom he names as familiarly, as he</L>
<L>Were his Compeer, and not his propertie.</L>
<L>His foot-boy comes and whi&s;pers him in ha&s;te:</L>
<L>The news? I'm &s;et, &s;o &s;oon as &s;upper's pa&s;t,</L>
<L>Go tel my Lord I'l wait on him. How now?</L>
<L>A &s;weating Porter bring a Letter too?</L>
<L>Directed to th'mo&s;t accompli&s;ht <HI>Gentleman?</HI></L>
<L>Oh it's from the <HI>Lady</HI>&mdash;he replies, the hand</L>
<L>I know, and bu&s;ine&s;s: wel he might, he wrote</L>
<L>The letter all him&s;elf, a pretty plot.</L>
<L>E'r he goes thence a prentice with a noat</L>
<L>Seal'd from his Creditour finds him, he opes it not,</L>
<L>But loudly tels the youth his Ma&s;ters &s;uit</L>
<L>To morrow &s;hal be granted, that he'l do't,</L>
<L>Bids him be confident. Emploi'd he is</L>
<L>In every &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">ene thus with new bu&s;ine&s;s.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="satire">
<PB N="13" REF="95">
<HEAD>SATYR 4.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<HEAD>The Argument.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Silly Zelot gets a living,</L>
<L>Grows fat upon't: while <HI>Gripe</HI> by thriving</L>
<L>Too fa&s;t and ill, doth dearly get</L>
<L>His death; for &s;uch a halter's fit.</L>
</LG>
</ARGUMENT>
<LG>
<L>GO &s;earch <HI>Niles</HI> deeps, and find me if you can,</L>
<L>A thing &s;o ugly as this mon&s;ter man!</L>
<L>I mean that lean-chopt fellow, who&s;e white face</L>
<L>And night-cap make him look like th'Ace</L>
<L>Of Spades, &s;o formal is his pickdevant,</L>
<L>While hee &s;o meagre looketh, and as wan</L>
<L>As <HI>Adam</HI> 'gain&s;t the hedge in clay, when he</L>
<L>Was &s;et a drying fore the Sun, to be</L>
<L>In&s;pir'd with breath: no <HI>Ananias</HI> e'r</L>
<L>Painted on Countrie tapi&s;trie could appear</L>
<L>So Gho&s;tly or preci&s;e; as he had fed</L>
<L>On roots alone, for tho&s;e he &s;tudied,</L>
<L>As Hebrew with a Chaldee paraphra&s;e,</L>
<L>Or Syriack, while the Greek and Latine was</L>
<L>Prophane and modern language counted: but</L>
<L>Behold his clean-&s;tarcht ruff o'th' holy cut</L>
<L>And pure <HI>Geneva</HI> &s;et! who&s;e every one</L>
<L>With the bright &s;teel of Revelation</L>
<L>Was throughly open'd: but to &s;ay no more,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t pure he was from head to foot all o'r:</L>
<L>I could have wi&s;ht this Hypocrite had bin</L>
<L>But half &s;o pure, and &s;o &s;incere within.</L>
<L>Such hollow fal&s;hood in a Prophet guide,</L>
<L>Confirms the errours of the world be&s;ide.</L>
<L><PB N="14" REF="96">Did he not roundly pay for's Benefice</L>
<L>By &s;ymoniack contract e'r 'twas his?</L>
<L>Did he not wed his Patrons niece? &s;ome &s;ay</L>
<L>Hee &s;prung her mine too e'r the marriage day:</L>
<L>And puts her portion now to u&s;urie.</L>
<L>But oh! what an egregious dunce is he?</L>
<L>And when ordain'd examining did fear</L>
<L>More than a young thief caught, and made appear</L>
<L>Before a Ju&s;tice for his fir&s;t offence:</L>
<L>But his preventive wit and impudence</L>
<L>Wrought wel with th'Bi&s;hops Chaplain I believe,</L>
<L>Whom he had fed on Ordination Eve</L>
<L>To &s;ay as th'Ordinary to th' Judge is wont,</L>
<L><HI>Legit ut clericus,</HI> my Lord: though he don't</L>
<L>One letter know. 'Tis u&s;ual this: while &s;o</L>
<L>By &s;uch cheats knaves and fools get livings too.</L>
<L>But oh! how drunk for joy hee got that night</L>
<L>I'th' Bi&s;hops &s;ellar! now the thankful wight</L>
<L>Having his fees di&s;charg'd goes home, looks wor&s;e</L>
<L>Au&s;tere and graver than his Lord&s;hips hor&s;e;</L>
<L>Wrangles and &s;ues his neighbours, keeps no hou&s;e</L>
<L>Of ho&s;pitalitie, nor gives one &s;ous</L>
<L>Throughout the year to th'poor. <HI>Gripe</HI> comes to be</L>
<L>Re&s;olv'd a ca&s;e of con&s;cience, if U&s;urie</L>
<L>Of ten i'th' hundred may be lawful ta'n?</L>
<L>Yes, yes: your talent mu&s;t not up be lain</L>
<L>But to the mo&s;t improved. Hear you me!</L>
<L>The tithe of all your coines encrea&s;e mu&s;t be</L>
<L>Paid mee your Par&s;on! Nay, then <HI>Gripe</HI> replies,</L>
<L>I'l rather let't at nine <HI>per cent.</HI> as is</L>
<L>My u&s;ual cour&s;e: my &s;ows &s;hal farrow too</L>
<L>No more than nine at a time: I wil go</L>
<L>Sel all my land, and &s;tock, and into gold</L>
<L>Convert it for encrea&s;e; all &s;hal be &s;old</L>
<L>Before I'l give one doight away: the King</L>
<L>Sha'nt have a &s;ub&s;idie, the poor nothing</L>
<L>For mee. Thus <HI>Gripe</HI> is now a Chymi&s;t grown,</L>
<L>What he &s;hould eat, drink, wear the miching hound</L>
<L><PB N="15" REF="96">Turns into metal, who&s;e each new Image</L>
<L>He &s;acrificing doth adore: no Age</L>
<L>E'r &s;uch a muckworm bred: he never wil</L>
<L>Marry; children are charges, Women il.</L>
<L>Hee buyes bread, pares it, &s;ends it back again</L>
<L>For &s;taler, for which cau&s;e the Baker's lain</L>
<L>I'th' Pillorie: he ne'r at home wil eat;</L>
<L>But at anothers board until he &s;weat</L>
<L>Again, he &s;wils like any thre&s;her, and</L>
<L>Communion wine he drinks til's neighbours &s;tand</L>
<L>Amaz'd, and think as if in &s;tead of's own</L>
<L>Hee drinking were his Saviour's health around.</L>
<L>Hee won't part with a hair, and for that cau&s;e</L>
<L>No Shaver neer him comes; and hates the Lawes</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e they forbid ingro&s;&s;ing: and is dumb</L>
<L>When <HI>Cosk</HI> wou'd borrow; nay &s;hou'd Chri&s;t once come</L>
<L>On Earth again, the Wretch would not lend him</L>
<L>One te&s;ter, wer't the whole world to redeem</L>
<L>Without &s;ecuritie of Angels. The Jew</L>
<L>So circumcis'd his &s;ilver he was brought</L>
<L>Before the Judge to an&s;wer for his fault.</L>
<L>Hold up thy lean hand <HI>Gripe!</HI> Guiltie or not?</L>
<L>Not guiltie my good Lord: the Jurie that</L>
<L>Shal trie. The&s;e clippings all I found</L>
<L>In's trunk. 'Twas but to make the money round,</L>
<L><HI>Gripe</HI> pleads, which fir&s;t the coyners did neglect;</L>
<L>Onely Rix dollars which I did elect</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e they were too &s;quare, and broad, for that re&s;pect.</L>
<L>Hence take him Jaylour! oh the &s;ad effect</L>
<L>Of covetizing! Can't I ran&s;om'd be?</L>
<L>Take all my goods! &s;ave but my life and me.</L>
<L>No: &s;entence is pa&s;t: how the hangman &s;wears</L>
<L>And cur&s;es 'cau&s;e no better cloathes he wears.</L>
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