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<P>POEMS.
<HI>By</HI> W. H.</P>
<Q><L>&mdash;cineri gloria &s;era venit.</L></Q>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI>
Printed for <HI>Thomas Dring</HI> at the George
in Fleet&s;treet, neer <HI>Cliffords</HI> Inne
Gate, 1655.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poems">
<PB REF="2">
<PB N="1" REF="2">
<HEAD>POEMS.</HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Commanded to write VERSES.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>MADAM,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<L>_SInce your Command in&s;pires</L>
<L>My willing heart with Lyrick fires,</L>
<L>Though my Compo&s;ure owe its Birth,</L>
<L>Or to cold Water, or dull Earth,</L>
<L>Wanting the active qualities</L>
<L>That &s;prightly Fire and Aire compri&s;e;</L>
<L>Yet guided by that Influence,</L>
<L>I may with tho&s;e Defects di&s;pence:</L>
<L>And Raptures no le&s;s winning vent</L>
<L>Then the fam'd Thracian In&s;trument.</L>
<L>What though old &s;ullen <HI>Saturn</HI> lye</L>
<L>Brooding on my Nativity,</L>
<L>So your bright eyes the Clouds di&s;pell,</L>
<L>Which on my drooping Fancy dwell?</L>
<L><PB N="2" REF="3">
But &s;tay, what Gla&s;&s;e have we &s;o bright,</L>
<L>To do your matchle&s;&s;e beauty right?</L>
<L>Nature but from her owne di&s;grace</L>
<L>Can add no lu&s;tre to that face;</L>
<L>Nor from her patterns can we finde,</L>
<L>A Form to repre&s;ent your minde.</L>
<L>The figures which this World inve&s;t</L>
<L>Are Images in which expre&s;t</L>
<L>Some truer E&s;&s;ences appear,</L>
<L>Which not to &s;ight &s;ubjected are.</L>
<L>So you fair <HI>Celia</HI> inwardly</L>
<L>Di&s;&s;emble well the Deity,</L>
<L>And counterfeit in fle&s;h and skin</L>
<L>The finene&s;&s;e of a <HI>Cherubin:</HI></L>
<L>But fair one, if you mu&s;t put on</L>
<L>This Orders In&s;titution,</L>
<L>Admitted to this Hierarchie,</L>
<L>A Guardian Angell be to me.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="3" REF="3">
<HEAD>The Walke.</HEAD>
<L>BLe&s;t Walke, that with your leavy armes imbrace</L>
<L>In &s;mall, what beauty the dilated face</L>
<L>Of the whole World containes! The Violet,</L>
<L>Bowing its humble head down at her feet,</L>
<L>Payes homage for the livery of her vaines:</L>
<L>Ro&s;es and Lillies, and what beautuous &s;taines</L>
<L>Nature adornes the Sping with, are but all</L>
<L>Faint Copies of this fair Originall.</L>
<L>She is a moving Paradi&s;e, doth view</L>
<L>Your greens, not to refre&s;h her &s;elfe, but you.</L>
<L>This path's th' Ecliptick, heat prolifick hence</L>
<L>Is &s;hed on you by her kind influence;</L>
<L>She is (ala&s;&s;e) too like the Sun, who grants</L>
<L>That warmth to all, which in him&s;elfe he wants.</L>
<L>You thus oblig'd, this benefit return,</L>
<L>Teach her by Lectures vi&s;ible to burn;</L>
<L>That She, when <HI>Zephyre</HI> moves each whi&s;pring bough</L>
<L>To ki&s;&s;e his neighbour, thence may learn t' allow</L>
<L>The reall &s;eals of kindne&s;&s;e, and be taught</L>
<L>By twining Woodbines what &s;weet joyes are caught</L>
<L>In &s;uch imbraces: Thus and thou&s;and wayes</L>
<L>Told you by amorous Fairies, and the layes</L>
<L>Of your fond Guardian, waken her de&s;ires,</L>
<L>Requiting your own warmth with equall fires.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="4" REF="4">
<HEAD>Husbandry.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen I began my Love to &s;ow,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e with <HI>Venus</HI> Doves I plow'd,</L>
<L>Fool that I was, I did not know</L>
<L>That frowns for furrows were allow'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The broken heart to make Clods torn</L>
<L>By the &s;harp Harrows of di&s;dain,</L>
<L>Crumbled by pre&s;&s;ing rolls of &s;corn,</L>
<L>Gives i&s;&s;ue to the &s;pringing grain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Coyne&s;s &s;huts Love into a Stove,</L>
<L>So fro&s;t-bound lands their own heat feed:</L>
<L>Neglect &s;its brooding upon Love</L>
<L>As pregnant Snow on Winter-&s;eed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Harve&s;t is not till we two</L>
<L>Shall into one contracted be;</L>
<L>Loves crop alone doth richer grow</L>
<L>Decrea&s;ing to Identity.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All other things not nouri&s;h'd are</L>
<L>But by A&s;&s;imilation:</L>
<L>Love, in him&s;elf and Dyet &s;pare,</L>
<L>Grows fat by Contradiction.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="5" REF="4">
<HEAD>Mutuall Love.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>FRom our loves, Heat and light are taught to twine,</L>
<L>In their bright nuptiall bed of &s;olar beams.</L>
<L>From our loves <HI>Thame</HI> and <HI>I&s;is</HI> learn to joyn,</L>
<L>Loo&s;ing them&s;elves in one anothers &s;treams.</L>
<L>And if Fate &s;mile, the Fire loves emblem bears,</L>
<L>If not, the Water repre&s;ents our tears.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>From our Loves all magnetick virtue grows,</L>
<L>Steel to th' obdurate Load&s;tone is inclind.</L>
<L>From our Loves all the power of Chymi&s;ts flows,</L>
<L>Earth by the Sun is into Gold refind.</L>
<L>And if Fate &s;mile, this &s;hall Loves Arrows head,</L>
<L>If not, in tho&s;e is our hard fortune read.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>From our &s;till &s;pringing loves the youthfull Bayes,</L>
<L>Is in a robe of la&s;ting verdure dre&s;t,</L>
<L>From our firm loves the Cypre&s;s learns to rai&s;e,</L>
<L>Green in de&s;pight of &s;torms, her deathle&s;s cre&s;t.</L>
<L>And if Fate &s;mile, with that our Temples bound,</L>
<L>If not, with this our Hear&s;es &s;hall be crownd.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="6" REF="5">
<HEAD>The for&s;aken Maid.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GO fickle Man and teach the Moon to change,</L>
<L>The Winds to vary, the coy Bee to range:</L>
<L>You that de&s;pi&s;e the conque&s;t of a Town</L>
<L>Renderd without re&s;i&s;tance of one frown.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Is this of ea&s;ie faith the recompence?</L>
<L>Is my prone loves too prodigall expence,</L>
<L>Rewarded with di&s;dain? did ever dart,</L>
<L>Rebound from &s;uch a penetrable heart?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Diana,</HI> in the &s;ervice of who&s;e Shrine,</L>
<L>My &s;elfe to &s;ingle life I will confine,</L>
<L>Revenge thy Votare&s;&s;e; for unto thee</L>
<L>The reeling Ocean bends his a zure knee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And &s;ince he loves upon rough Seas to ride,</L>
<L>Grant &s;uch an <HI>Adria,</HI> who&s;e &s;welling Tide,</L>
<L>And &s;tormy tongue may his fal&s;e Ve&s;&s;ell wrack,</L>
<L>And make the Cordage of his heart to crack.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="7" REF="5">
<HEAD>Another.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>KNow fal&s;e&s;t Man, as my love was</L>
<L>Greater then thine, or thy de&s;ert,</L>
<L>My &s;corne &s;hall likewi&s;e thine &s;urpa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And thus I tear thee from my heart.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thou art &s;o farr my love below,</L>
<L>That then my anger thou art le&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>I neither love nor quarrell now,</L>
<L>But pity thy unworthine&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Go joyn, before thou think to wed,</L>
<L>Thy heart and tongue in Wedlocks knot:</L>
<L>Can peace be reaped from his bed,</L>
<L>Who with him&s;elfe accordeth not?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Go learn to weigh thy words upon</L>
<L>The ballance of reality,</L>
<L>And having that perfection</L>
<L>Attaind, come then, and Ile &s;corn thee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="8" REF="6">
<HEAD>J. C.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Anagr. <HI>I can be any Lover.</HI></HEAD>
<L>SEE how the letters of thy Name impart</L>
<L>The very whi&s;pers of thy heart.</L>
<L>This name came &s;urely out of <HI>Adams</HI> mint,</L>
<L>It bears &s;o well thy Natures print.</L>
<L>Woman, <HI>materia prima,</HI> doth pre&s;ent,</L>
<L>Is to all <HI>Formes</HI> indifferent,</L>
<L>As Pictures do at once with various eyes,</L>
<L>Di&s;tinctly view all companies,</L>
<L>With &s;uch a &s;tedfa&s;t look, that each man would</L>
<L>Swear they did only him behold.</L>
<L>Thus run we in a Wheel, where &s;tedfa&s;t ground</L>
<L>To fix our footing is not found,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t Womans heart incliningly doth move</L>
<L>Like twigs to every &s;igh of Love.</L>
<L>She who imparts her &s;miles to more then one,</L>
<L>May many like, but can love none.</L>
<L>The force of all things in contraction lies,</L>
<L>And love thrives by Monopolies.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Gla&s;&s;es that collect the &s;catterd rayes</L>
<L>Into one point, a flame can rai&s;e:</L>
<L>Straiten the object, you increa&s;e loves &s;tore;</L>
<L>So loving le&s;&s;e, you love the more.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="9" REF="6">
<HEAD>De Melidoria.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">&egrave; Joh. Barclaij, Poem. lib, 2.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHy langui&s;h I ye Gods alone?</L>
<L>Why onely I? when not one groan</L>
<L>Afflicteth her for whom I dye:</L>
<L>You mighty powers of Love, oh why</L>
<L>Doth <HI>Meledore</HI> de&s;pi&s;e your darts,</L>
<L>And their effects too, bleeding hearts?</L>
<L>If thus (oh Gods) ye &s;uffer her</L>
<L>Unpuni&s;hed, none will prefer</L>
<L>Your Altars; &s;uch examples may</L>
<L>Become the ruine of your &s;way.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With <HI>Venus</HI> and her mighty Son</L>
<L>Expo&s;tulating thus, I won</L>
<L>This an&s;wer: Ala&s;&s;e (<HI>Cupid</HI> cryes)</L>
<L>I hood-winkt am; my clo&s;ed eyes</L>
<L>Bound with a Fillet, that my Bow</L>
<L>Can none but roving Shafts let go;</L>
<L>Hence 'tis that Troops of violent</L>
<L>Youth, their mi&s;placed loves re&s;ent;</L>
<L>That &s;ome love ra&s;hly; &s;ome again</L>
<L>Congealed are with cold di&s;dain:</L>
<L>Would&s;t thou thy Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e, I in&s;pire,</L>
<L>And in her brea&s;t convey that fire</L>
<L>Which nature &s;uffers not to find</L>
<L>Birth from thy tears? Do but unbind</L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="7">
My eyes, and I will take &s;uch aime,</L>
<L>As &s;he &s;hall not e&s;cape my flame:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus &s;pake the Boy, my ready hand</L>
<L>Prepared was to loo&s;e the band</L>
<L>From his faire eye-lids, that his &s;ight</L>
<L>Might to his Dart give &s;teady flight;</L>
<L>When my good Genius prudent eare,</L>
<L>Whi&s;perd to my ra&s;h &s;oule, Beware:</L>
<L>Ah &s;hamele&s;&s;e Boy, deceitfull Love,</L>
<L>I &s;ee thy plot, &s;hould I remove</L>
<L>Tho&s;e chaines of darkne&s;&s;e from thy eyes,</L>
<L>Thou <HI>Melidore</HI> &s;o much would&s;t prize,</L>
<L>That &s;trait my rivall thou would&s;t be,</L>
<L>And warme her for thy &s;elfe, not me.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="11" REF="7">
<HEAD>Delay.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">&V;pon advice to deferr Loves Con&s;ummation.</HEAD>
<L>DElay, who&s;e Parents Phlegme and Slumber are,</L>
<L>Think&s;t thou two Snailes drawing thy leaden Car,</L>
<L>Can keep pace with the fiery wheels of loves</L>
<L>Chariot, that receives motion from &s;wift Doves?</L>
<L>Go vi&s;it Feavours, &s;uch as con&s;cience wrack</L>
<L>With fear of puni&s;hment in death, there &s;lack</L>
<L>The pul&s;e, or dwell upon the fatall tongues</L>
<L>Of Judges, &s;hut up their contagious lungs:</L>
<L>Thou may&s;t a Goale rejoyce, but not decree</L>
<L>To Loves glad Pri&s;oners a Jubilee.</L>
<L>How can&s;t thou think thy Fro&s;t with Icy Laws</L>
<L>Can bind my tears, when Love thy cold chain thaws?</L>
<L>He more inten&s;e for fighting Ice will be,</L>
<L>And rai&s;e his heat unto the eighth degree.</L>
<L>Thus through thy coldne&s;&s;e I &s;hall feircer burn,</L>
<L>And by thy Winter into Cinders turn.</L>
<L>But &s;ince from Ignorance fears oft ari&s;e,</L>
<L>And thence are &s;toln unequall Victories,</L>
<L>Let us de&s;cribe this Foe, mu&s;ter his force:</L>
<L>A handle&s;&s;e thing it is, and chills the &s;our&s;e</L>
<L>Of brave attempts. Eyes he pretends to much,</L>
<L>Yet our experience often &s;hews that &s;uch</L>
<L>Exactne&s;&s;e in Surveying, opes a gate</L>
<L>To be &s;urprizd by <HI>Semele's</HI> &s;ad Fate.</L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="8">
Tis a meer trunk, hath not for progre<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">s feet,</L>
<L>Coward that fears his own de&s;ires to meet.</L>
<L>His Friends are &s;car&s;e; the Heavens, who&s;e flight debates</L>
<L>The race with thought, are no confederates:</L>
<L>The World is love in act; &s;u&s;pend this fire,</L>
<L>The Globe to its old <HI>Chaos</HI> will retire:</L>
<L>Infernall &s;oules, but for his loathed &s;tay</L>
<L>Might hope their Night would open into Day.</L>
<L>How can this Cripple then, not with one Band</L>
<L>Aided by Earth, Heaven, Hell, his power with&s;tand,</L>
<L>Who hath of Earth, Heaven, Hell, the forces broke,</L>
<L>Impos'd on <HI>Neptunes</HI> &s;elfe his &s;corching yoak?</L>
<L>But if thou need&s;t will haunt me, let thy Mace</L>
<L>Arre&s;t delight when I my Love imbrace.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="13" REF="8">
<HEAD>Upon Cloris her vi&s;it
after Marriage,</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">A pa&s;torall Dialogue betwixt Codrus and Damon
for&s;aken rivalls.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Codrus.</SPEAKER>
<L>WHy (<HI>Damon</HI>) did <HI>Arcadian</HI> Pan ordain</L>
<L>To drive our Flocks from that Meridian plain</L>
<L>Where <HI>Cloris</HI> perpendicular &s;hot beames</L>
<L>Scorch'd up our lawnes but that cool <HI>Charwells</HI> &s;treams</L>
<L>Might here abate tho&s;e flames which higher were</L>
<L>Then the faint moi&s;ture of our Flocks could bear?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Damon.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Codrus,</HI> I wot the dog that tended there</L>
<L>Our Flocks was he which in the heavenly &s;phear</L>
<L>So hotly hunts the <HI>Lyon</HI> that the trace</L>
<L>of <HI>Virgo</HI> &s;car&s;e his fiery &s;teps allaies;</L>
<L>Into our vaines a feavour he convey'd,</L>
<L>And on our vitall Spirits fiercely prey'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="14" REF="9">
<SPEAKER>Codrus.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh why then brought &s;he back her torred Zone?</L>
<L>Conquer'd her Trophyes? Let us not alone</L>
<L>After &s;o many deaths? renew'd our flame</L>
<L>When twas impo&s;&s;ible to quench the &s;ame?</L>
<L>It is the puni&s;hment of Hell to &s;how</L>
<L>The torturd &s;oules tho&s;e joyes they mu&s;t not know?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Damon.</SPEAKER>
<L>Though my Flock langui&s;h under her a&s;pect;</L>
<L>My panting Dog his office too neglect;</L>
<L>Though I refu&s;e repa&s;t, and by her eyes</L>
<L>Inflam'd, pro&s;trate my &s;elfe her &s;acrifice,</L>
<L>I &s;hall yet covet &s;till her dubious rayes,</L>
<L>Who&s;e light revives as much as her heat &s;layes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Codrus.</SPEAKER>
<L>If <HI>Thyrcis</HI> &s;lept not in her &s;hady haire,</L>
<L>If in his armes her &s;now not melted were,</L>
<L>We might expect a more &s;ucce&s;sfull day,</L>
<L>And to &s;ome hopes our willing hearts betray,</L>
<L>Which now live de&s;perate without joy of light;</L>
<L>Her black eyes &s;hed on us perpetuall night.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Damon.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Codrus</HI> becau&s;e his ragged flock was thin,</L>
<L>His Sheep walk bare, and his Ewes did not yene,</L>
<L><PB N="15" REF="9">
His noble Love (hear this O Swaines) re&s;ignd</L>
<L>His eyes delight a wealthier mate to find;</L>
<L>But &s;he (ra&s;h in her choice) gave her embrace</L>
<L>To one who&s;e bread cour&s;er then <HI>Codrus</HI> was.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Codrus.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Damon</HI> (then whom none e're did longer burne;</L>
<L>Nor at his rate, upon &s;o &s;mall returne)</L>
<L><HI>Damon</HI> (the pride and glory of the mead</L>
<L>When Nymphs and Swaines their tuned mea&s;ures tread)</L>
<L>Begg'd of her that a better choice might prove</L>
<L>She lov'd her &s;elfe, &s;ince him &s;he could not love.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Damon.</SPEAKER>
<L>Had <HI>Thyr&s;is</HI> flocks in milke abounded more,</L>
<L>I &s;hould not with &s;uch grief my lo&s;&s;e deplore.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Codrus.</SPEAKER>
<L>Could <HI>Thyr&s;is</HI> pipe more worthily re&s;ound</L>
<L><HI>Cloris,</HI> oh <HI>Cloris,</HI> I had comfort found.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Both.</SPEAKER>
<L>That our heart-wracking &s;ighs no gaine bequeath</L>
<L>To <HI>Cloris,</HI> is a dying after death.</L>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="16" REF="10">
<HEAD>On the infrequency of
Celias Letters.</HEAD>
<L>DId not true love di&s;daine to owne</L>
<L>His &s;pirit all duration</L>
<L>From paper-fuell, I might gue&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Thy love and writing both &s;urcea&s;e</L>
<L>Together; But I cannot think</L>
<L>The life and Bloud of love is Ink;</L>
<L>Yet as when <HI>Phaebus</HI> leaves our coa&s;t</L>
<L>(The &s;urface bound with chaines of fro&s;t)</L>
<L>Life is &s;u&s;tained by cour&s;e repa&s;t,</L>
<L>Such as in Spring nau&s;eates the ta&s;t,</L>
<L>So in my winter whil&s;t you &s;hine</L>
<L>In the remote&s;t Tropick &s;igne</L>
<L>Stramineous food paper and quill</L>
<L>May fodder hungry love untill</L>
<L>He reobtaine &s;ol&s;titiall hours</L>
<L>To fea&s;t upon thy beauties flowers.</L>
<L>The wonders then of Nature we</L>
<L>Within out &s;elves will ju&s;tifie:</L>
<L>Or what monumentall boa&s;t</L>
<L>The fir&s;t world made, the latter lo&s;t:</L>
<L>Thy pointed flame &s;hall con&s;tant 'bide</L>
<L>As an eternall Pyramid;</L>
<L>The never dying Lamp of Urnes</L>
<L>Revivid in my bo&s;ome burnes:</L>
<L><PB N="17" REF="10">
Th' attractive virtue of the North</L>
<L>Re&s;embleth thy magnetick worth;</L>
<L>And from my &s;corcht heart through mine eyes</L>
<L><HI>Aetnean</HI> fla&s;hes &s;hall ari&s;e:</L>
<L>we &s;hall make good when more unite</L>
<L>The fable of Hermaphrodite:</L>
<L>The Spring and Harve&s;t of our bli&s;&s;e</L>
<L>The ripe and budding Orange is;</L>
<L>We little worlds &s;hall thus rehear&s;e</L>
<L>The wond<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">rs of the Univer&s;e</L>
<L>As a &s;mall watch keeps equall pace</L>
<L>With the va&s;t Sun's impetnous race</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="18" REF="11">
<HEAD>To her que&s;tioning his E&s;tate.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>PRethee no more, how can Love &s;aile?</L>
<L>Thy providence becalmes our Seas:</L>
<L>Su&s;pen&s;ive care binds up each gale;</L>
<L>Fear doth the lazy current freize.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Foreca&s;t and Love, the Lover &s;weares,</L>
<L>Remov'd as the two Poles &s;hould be:</L>
<L>But if on them mu&s;t roll the &s;pheares</L>
<L>Of our well tun'd felicity:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If Summes and Terrars I mu&s;t bring,</L>
<L>Nor may my Inventory hide,</L>
<L>Know I am richer then the King</L>
<L>Who guilt Pactolus yellow Fide.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For Love is our Philo&s;ophers &s;tone;</L>
<L>And what&s;oever doth plea&s;e thy &s;en&s;e,</L>
<L>My pri&s;ing e&s;timation</L>
<L>Shall elevate to quinte&s;&s;ence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy lips each cup to wine &s;hall charme,</L>
<L>As the Suns ki&s;&s;es do the Vine;</L>
<L>Naked embraces keep us warme;</L>
<L>And &s;tript, then <HI>May</HI> thou art more fine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="19" REF="11">
<L>And when thou ha&s;t me in thy armes,</L>
<L>(The power of Fancie's then mo&s;t high)</L>
<L>In&s;tate me by tho&s;e mighty charmes</L>
<L>In &s;ome imperiall monarchy.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus I am thy wealth, thou art mine:</L>
<L>And what to each other we appear,</L>
<L>If Love us two in one combine</L>
<L>The &s;ame then in our &s;elves we are,</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="20" REF="12">
<HEAD>The Spring.</HEAD>
<L>SEE how the Spring courts thee, <HI>Emaphilis;</HI></L>
<L>The painted Meadowes to invite thy eyes</L>
<L>But on their rich embroydery&punc; the &s;hade</L>
<L>Of every grove is now an harbour made</L>
<L>Where devout birds (to celebrate thy prai&s;e)</L>
<L>Each morn and evening offer up their laies,</L>
<L>Now the &s;oft wind his winter-rage depo&s;es</L>
<L>Sollicites Gardens for the breath of Ro&s;&s;es.</L>
<L>To pay as homage to thy &s;weeter lips,</L>
<L>Where &s;uch Nectarean fragrancy he &s;ips</L>
<L>That richly laden to the Ea&s;t he roues</L>
<L>And with thy breath perfumes tho&s;e &s;picy groves:</L>
<L>Their native fount and &s;acred Naiades</L>
<L>The&s;e I&s;&s;uing &s;treames renouncing to the pre&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>whom finding they with purling murmurs chide:</L>
<L>That Natures Law Commands away their tide:</L>
<L>wi&s;hing that winter would confine their race</L>
<L>In Icy chaines, that they might &s;tand and gaze;</L>
<L>If thou can&s;t thus enflame Natures cold rheume</L>
<L>What wonder that my youthfull floud con&s;ume?</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="21" REF="12">
<HEAD>The cruell Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e.</HEAD>
<L>TELL me O love why <HI>Celia,</HI> &s;mooth</L>
<L>As Seas when winds forbear to &s;ooth</L>
<L>Their waves to wanton curles, then down</L>
<L>More &s;oft which doth the Thi&s;tle Crown,</L>
<L>Whither then is the milky road</L>
<L>That leades to Joves &s;upreme aboad,</L>
<L>Should harder far and rougher be</L>
<L>Then mo&s;t obdurate rocks to me;</L>
<L>Sheds on my hopes as little day</L>
<L>As the pale Moon's aclip&s;ed ray?</L>
<L>My heart would break, but that I hear</L>
<L>Love gently whi&s;per in my ear,</L>
<L>Actions of women by affection lead</L>
<L>Mu&s;t backward like the &s;acred tongue, be read</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="22" REF="13">
<HEAD>To his Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e,
De&s;iring him to ab&s;ent him&s;elfe.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SEE how this river's liquid gla&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Can never cea&s;e its motion,</L>
<L>Untill he hide his Chri&s;tall face</L>
<L>Ith' bo&s;ome of the Ocean.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The amorous Nymphs who clo&s;ely guide</L>
<L>His purling Chariots reines,</L>
<L>Declare that loves impetuous tide</L>
<L>To be repre&s;t di&s;daines.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Charm <HI>Zephyr</HI> that his gentle wing</L>
<L>Not with <HI>Narci&s;&s;us</HI> play;</L>
<L>The Sun in his diurnall ring</L>
<L>From <HI>Thetis</HI> lap delay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Stop the departed &s;oules career</L>
<L>To its appointed bli&s;&s;es;</L>
<L>All thi<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> effected, you may &s;teer</L>
<L>Me to ab&s;taine your ki&s;&s;es.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="23" REF="13">
<HEAD>To his &s;cornfull Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e.</HEAD>
<L>LOve in's fir&s;t infant dayes had 's Wardrobe full;</L>
<L>Sometimes we found him courting in a Bull.</L>
<L>Then, dre&s;t in &s;nowy plumes, his long neck is</L>
<L>Made pliable and fit to reach a ki&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>When apte&s;t for imbraces he became</L>
<L>Either a winding Snake, or curling Flame:</L>
<L>And cunningly a pre&s;&s;ing ki&s;&s;e to gaine,</L>
<L>The Virgins honour in a Grape would &s;taine:</L>
<L>When he con&s;ulted Lawns for privacies,</L>
<L>The Shepheard, or his Ram was his di&s;gui&s;e:</L>
<L>But the blood raging to a rape, put on</L>
<L>A Satyre, or a wilder Stallion;</L>
<L>And for variety, in <HI>Thetis</HI> Court</L>
<L>Did like a Dolphin with the Sea-Nymph &s;port:</L>
<L>But &s;ince the &s;ad Barbarian yoak hath bowd</L>
<L>The Grecian neck, Love hath le&s;&s;e change allowd,</L>
<L>Contracted lives in eyes; no flaming robes</L>
<L>Wears, but are lent him in your Chri&s;tall Globes:</L>
<L>Not worth a waterd Garment; when he wears</L>
<L>That Element he &s;teals it from my tears.</L>
<L>A Snake he is (ala&s;&s;e) when folded in</L>
<L>Your frowns, where too much &s;ting guards the fair skin</L>
<L>A Shepheard unto cares, and onely &s;ips</L>
<L>The blu&s;hing Grape of your Nectarean lips:</L>
<L><PB N="24" REF="14">
The Ram Bull &s;tallion Satyrs onely fight</L>
<L>Loves battels now in my wild appetite.</L>
<L>He in his Swan too &s;uffers a re&s;traint,</L>
<L><HI>Cygnaean</HI> onely in my dying plaint.</L>
<L>Since all his actions love to moralls turnes,</L>
<L>And faintly now in things le&s;&s;e reall burnes,</L>
<L>In &s;uch a weakne&s;&s;e contraries de&s;troy,</L>
<L>And &s;he his murdre&s;&s;e is, who now is coy.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="25" REF="14">
<HEAD>To M^r^. J. L.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">&V;pon his Treati&s;e of Dialling.</HEAD>
<L>OLd time but for thy art, alone would pa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And idly bear his &s;olitary gla&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>Though he fly fa&s;t, thy judgment mounted on</L>
<L>The wings of fancy, yoakes his motion:</L>
<L>Each little &s;and falls not unque&s;tioned by</L>
<L>The due ob&s;ervance of thy piercing eye;</L>
<L>Each moment you conver&s;e with &s;o, that thus</L>
<L>Di&s;cour&s;ing his &s;tage &s;eemes not tedious:</L>
<L>others perhaps by their mechanick art</L>
<L>May ask him what's a clock, then let him part:</L>
<L>Thou in thy circles conjur'&s;t him to &s;tay</L>
<L>Till he relate to thee the month and day;</L>
<L>All propo&s;itions of the Globe do&s;t bring</L>
<L>To be confe&s;t as well in dialling:</L>
<L>What lucky &s;ignes &s;ucce&s;&s;ively do run,</L>
<L>By the reclining chariot of the Sun;</L>
<L>And in a various dialect of Schemes</L>
<L>Interprets't all the motions of his beames</L>
<L>How many houres each day he travells in</L>
<L>When he arrives diogonall Inne.</L>
<L>Other bookes &s;how the trade of dialling,</L>
<L>But thine the art and rea&s;on of the thing:</L>
<L><PB N="26" REF="15">
Thou know&s;t the &s;pring and cau&s;e that makes it go;</L>
<L>Adde&s;t new wheeles; demon&s;trated all &s;o</L>
<L>That weake eyes now may &s;ee what was before</L>
<L>Defective in the fam'd <HI>O&s;orius</HI> &s;tore:</L>
<L>A lim at lea&s;t of this cele&s;tiall trade</L>
<L>A&s;leep till now lay in the Gnomons &s;hade;</L>
<L>Nor teache&s;t thou as tho&s;e who fir&s;t did find</L>
<L>With much circumference the Indian mine;</L>
<L>Thy needle points the neare&s;t way, and hath</L>
<L>Made &s;treight th' obliquity of the old path;</L>
<L>Thou nor thine art our prai&s;es need, yet I</L>
<L>Will for this miracle both deify.</L>
<L>Thine art enlightens by a &s;hade, of that</L>
<L>Nothing a reall Science you create.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="27" REF="15">
<HEAD>Epithalamium,</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">To the L. T. marryed in the North.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WElcome faire&s;t, Thee our rime</L>
<L>Congratulates rather then him</L>
<L>Who &s;hines obliquely on our Clime.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy beams directly pointed fall,</L>
<L>That we our Bear the Cancer call,</L>
<L>This Zone &s;tile Equinoctiall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The mi&s;ts our Germane Seas create</L>
<L>Thy eyes (though <HI>Phaebus</HI> mediate)</L>
<L>Originally di&s;&s;ipate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Ca&s;&s;iope,</HI> though heavenly faire,</L>
<L>Hides her new face and burni&s;ht Chaire,</L>
<L>When you enlighten the dayes aire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They onely rule materiall &s;en&s;e,</L>
<L>Your loves example may di&s;pence</L>
<L>To inflam'd &s;oules cha&s;t influence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="28" REF="16">
<L>Unto that flame which doubly warmes</L>
<L>(Thy beauty's Summer, and loves charmes)</L>
<L>May time nor &s;ickne&s;s threaten harmes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Hymens torch on northen &s;hore</L>
<L>Dilate into a Pharos; For</L>
<L>Be&s;ieg'd by cold fire burnes the more</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="29" REF="16">
<HEAD>To Eugenio,</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">A di&s;cription of the love of
true Friend&s;hip.</HEAD>
<L>MAN, of a troubled Spirit, prone to fight,</L>
<L>In fortitude placing too much delight,</L>
<L>Unju&s;tly Friend&s;hip di&s;inherited,</L>
<L>No dowry to her hath proportioned</L>
<L>Among&s;t the morall Si&s;ters of the will;</L>
<L>Godde&s;&s;e of youth though &s;he, yet &s;hould not fill</L>
<L>Their cups, be &s;he none of the wheeles, her right</L>
<L>Is in the trea&s;ure, drawes the appetite</L>
<L>To amiable good; But if the raine</L>
<L>Be held by Prudence (for &s;he guides the wain)</L>
<L>This virtue next inheritrix is &s;he,</L>
<L>Fitted to turne upon that axletree;</L>
<L>For lamely would the wills bright chariot move</L>
<L>If not inform'd by friendly heat of Love,</L>
<L>Who&s;e lightning &s;hoots directly, never bends</L>
<L>Reflecting glances upon private ends.</L>
<L>Indeed her &s;i&s;ter (of a ba&s;tard race)</L>
<L>Squints on her good, like <HI>Venus</HI> in her gla&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>Mechanick love, de&s;ire with u&s;ury,</L>
<L>Which nere is lent but for utility,</L>
<L>Or &s;ome returne of plea&s;ure to the &s;en&s;e;</L>
<L>A thrifty worldling hight Concupi&s;cence.</L>
<L><PB N="30" REF="17">
The fir&s;t a wealthy Queen of generous &s;train;</L>
<L>The latter indigent, and works for gaine;</L>
<L>That, from the bo&s;ome of the deitie;</L>
<L>Derives the lu&s;tre of her pedigree;</L>
<L>Who of this wonder truely is po&s;&s;e&s;t</L>
<L>Hath heavens Epitome lodg'd in his brea&s;t;</L>
<L>This Children to their Parents give; by this</L>
<L>Perfumd with Frankincen&s;e the alter is;</L>
<L>That's Gold refined, who&s;e &s;olidity</L>
<L>(The perfect emblem of true con&s;tancy)</L>
<L>Being ductile, will con&s;ume it &s;elfe and pine</L>
<L>Even to &s;mall threads, to make another fine:</L>
<L>Self-loving this as &s;ubtle Mercury,</L>
<L>Which parted, to it &s;elf again doth fly</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="lat" TYPE="poem">
<PB N="31" REF="17">
<HEAD>Ad amicum &amp; cognatum T. S.</HEAD>
<L>AETernae, primo repetam de fonte Sobrine</L>
<L>A nobis initum foedus amicitiae;</L>
<L>Non erat in cau&s;is probitas promi&s;cua morum,</L>
<L>Quodque ii&s;dem tecum ritibus oro deum,</L>
<L>Nec &s;imul edocti quod avenam in flavimus unam,</L>
<L>Nec Quod de no&s;tra &s;tripe racemus eras?</L>
<L>Hae modo conciliatrices &s;i mentibus e&s;&s;ent</L>
<L>Convictus, virtus, &s;trips eademque fides</L>
<L>Debueram plures ar&s;i&s;&s;e hac lege, merentes</L>
<L>Aeque de no&s;tra for&s;an amicitia.</L>
<L>Cau&s;a &s;ube&s;t ex Naturae penetralibus hau&s;ta,</L>
<L>E&s;&s;e meae paritas indolis atque tuae:</L>
<L>Si flammam admoveas flammae, &s;i fluctibus undas,</L>
<L>Res in idem, fuerat quae modo bina, redit.</L>
<L>Confu&s;i pariter genio coale&s;cimus uno,</L>
<L>Compage&s;que tuae mentis ubique mea e&s;t:</L>
<L>Cumque meum tecum &s;imilaribus undique con&s;tet</L>
<L>Partibus ingenium, prona &s;ynaxis erat:</L>
<L>Virtutis &s;eges ampla tuae &s;it mater amoris,</L>
<L>Mater amicitiae non critilla meae:</L>
<L>Plures inter amor diffunditur; ip&s;o duorum</L>
<L>Tantum, qui fiunt unus, amicitia e&s;t,</L>
<L>Quicquid id e&s;t quod nos a nobis cogit amari</L>
<L>Nos eadem ratio temet amare facit.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="32" REF="18">
<HEAD>To the &s;ame being &s;icke of a feavour.
Horat: od: 2. 17.</HEAD>
<L>AM not I in thy feavour &s;acrifiz'd?</L>
<L>That you alone by Fate &s;hould be&s;urpriz'd,</L>
<L>(You my &s;ole Sun-&s;hine, my Soules wealth and pride)</L>
<L>Is both by me and by the Gods denide:</L>
<L>If ha&s;ty death take thee (my &s;oule) away,</L>
<L>Can I, a loath'd imperfect carka&s;&s;e &s;tay?</L>
<L>No no; Our twi&s;ted lives mu&s;t be cut both</L>
<L>Together; This I dare confirm by oath,</L>
<L>When e're thou leap&s;t into the fatall boat</L>
<L>Ile leap in, glad with thee in death to float:</L>
<L>Nor &s;hall that dubious mon&s;ter, breathing fire,</L>
<L>Nor Gyges hundred hands did he re&s;pire,</L>
<L>Pluck me from this re&s;olve approved &s;o</L>
<L>By Fate and Ju&s;tice: whither <HI>Scorpio</HI></L>
<L>Fierce in my Horo&s;cope, or Capricorne</L>
<L>Oppre&s;&s;ing Latium with his watry horne,</L>
<L>Or <HI>Libra</HI> brooded my nativity,</L>
<L>'Tis &s;ure our mutuall Stars &s;trangley agree.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="33" REF="18">
<HEAD>To the &s;ame,</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Recovered of the &s;mall Pox.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NAture fore&s;eeing that if thou wert gone,</L>
<L>And we her younger Children left alone,</L>
<L>None could with Virtue feed this beggerd age</L>
<L>(For with thee Heir is gone, and Heritage)</L>
<L>In pitty longer lent us Thee, that &s;o</L>
<L>Thou might&s;t lead mankind, and teach how to go,</L>
<L>How to &s;peak Languages, to di&s;cour&s;e how,</L>
<L>How the created book of things to know,</L>
<L>How with &s;mooth cadence har&s;her ver&s;e to file,</L>
<L>Within &s;oft numbers to confine a &s;tile,</L>
<L>And la&s;tly how to love a freind, for this</L>
<L>Le&s;&s;on the Crown of humane actions is.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor was't in pitty to our &s;tate alone.</L>
<L>She, as all do, reflected on her owne,</L>
<L>And gave thee longer breath, that our de&s;ire</L>
<L>Might learne of thine her beauty to admire</L>
<L>Nor out of pitty to thy youth, who&s;e hear&s;e</L>
<L>Not to thy &s;elfe, but to the Univer&s;e</L>
<L>Had Ship-wrack been; For thou had&s;t &s;tood being dead</L>
<L>Above the &s;phear of being pittied.</L>
<L>Let then this thy redintegrated wrack</L>
<L>Not Irk&s;ome be if onely for our &s;ake,</L>
<L><PB N="34" REF="19">
(For friend&s;hip is the greate&s;t argument</L>
<L>Moves us to be from Angels here content)</L>
<L>Yet one inducement more thy &s;tay may plead,</L>
<L>That nature hath &s;o clean thy pri&s;on made;</L>
<L>What though &s;he pit thy skin? She onely can</L>
<L>Deface the woman in thee, not thee Man.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="35" REF="19">
<HEAD>To the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<L>LEt me not live if I not wonder why</L>
<L>In night of rurall contemplation I,</L>
<L>So long have dream't, when from thy lips I might</L>
<L>As in&s;tantly gain intellectuall light</L>
<L>As by this Amphitheater of aire</L>
<L>The Suddain beames of Sol imbibed are;</L>
<L>Why then by reflex Letters like the Moon</L>
<L>Shine I, when thou invit'&s;t me to thy Noon?</L>
<L>Why do I vainly &s;weat here to controule</L>
<L>Th' a&s;&s;ertours of the peri&s;hable Soule,</L>
<L>Where all the rea&s;on I encounter, can</L>
<L>Scar&s;e win beliefe a tu&s;tick is a man.</L>
<L>To reconcile the contradiction</L>
<L>Of Freedome with Prede&s;tination,</L>
<L>To be re&s;olv'd the Earth doth ro&s;t upon</L>
<L>Her Ax is as a &s;pit again&s;t the Sun,</L>
<L>Or what bold Argive fleet dur&s;t to tran&s;late</L>
<L>Of tho&s;e bea&s;ts that fir&s;t &s;traid from <HI>Ararat,</HI></L>
<L>Onely the noxious to <HI>America,</HI></L>
<L>And how the&s;e puny Pilots found the way,</L>
<L>Or whether from the habitable Moon,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Saturn,</HI> they, and <HI>Vulcan,</HI> tumbled down,</L>
<L>Whether abroad Imaginations work,</L>
<L>Whether in numbers potency doth lurk,</L>
<L>Whether all Earth intended was for gold,</L>
<L>And thou&s;ands more we doubtfully do hold?</L>
<L><PB N="36" REF="20">
Thus we poor Scepticks in the region</L>
<L>Of Fancy float, foes to a&s;&s;ertion,</L>
<L>But I will pearch on thee, and make my &s;tand</L>
<L>Of &s;etled knowledge on thy &s;teady hand.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="37" REF="20">
<HEAD>To the &s;ame,
On my Library,
A SATYRE.</HEAD>
<L>A Hundred here together buriedly,</L>
<L>Still jangling with eternall enmity,</L>
<L>Conte&s;ting after death; The &s;tagirite</L>
<L>Advanceth there with his tru&s;t band, to fight</L>
<L>Again&s;t Ideas: Th' Epicurean Band</L>
<L>In Armes which plea&s;ure guilt, here ready &s;tand</L>
<L>To charge the ru&s;ty Sword of the &s;evere</L>
<L>Stoick. Phlebotomizing <HI>Galen</HI> there</L>
<L>Triumphs in bloud, and not the bad alone</L>
<L>Exterminates his corporation,</L>
<L>But makes joynt O&s;traci&s;mes for the good;</L>
<L>Till later wits re&s;enting Natures food</L>
<L>In greate&s;t need Promi&s;cuou&s;ly had been</L>
<L>Di&s;gari&s;ond, invent new di&s;cipline,</L>
<L>Strengthening the vitalls with &s;ome cordiall do&s;e,</L>
<L>Which Nature might which unbroke files oppo&s;e.</L>
<L>But upon fre&s;h &s;upplies let her ca&s;hire,</L>
<L>If not reducible, each mutineer.</L>
<L>On yonder &s;helfe we may the heritage</L>
<L>Find of this heathen &s;word fal'n to our age:</L>
<L>A doubtfull blade who&s;e fore-edge guards the &s;en&s;e</L>
<L>Of Stoicks Fate; The &s;harp back is the fence</L>
<L><PB N="38" REF="21">
Of Lernean Prede&s;tination,</L>
<L>The bane of Crownes and true devotion.</L>
<L>The wills ability <HI>Pelagius</HI> calls</L>
<L>What Peripateticks &s;tile <HI>Pure Naturalls.</HI></L>
<L>The point by which Philo&s;ophy did u&s;e</L>
<L>To prove Ideas, you'l confe&s;&s;e obtu&s;e</L>
<L>To that by which Religion now maintaines</L>
<L>Uncouth Chimaeras of exorbitant braines.</L>
<L>As the worlds noble Soule, the generous Sun</L>
<L>By an equivocall conjunction</L>
<L>Begets the ba&s;e&s;t creeping progeny,</L>
<L>So when the princely Sire Phylo&s;ophy</L>
<L>Adulterates faith, the mon&s;ters that ari&s;e</L>
<L>Degenerate to ba&s;tard Here&s;ies.</L>
<L>Thus have I made a &s;hort narration</L>
<L>Here of a po&s;thumus contention:</L>
<L>They to thy Judgement all &s;ubmit their hate,</L>
<L>Hoping thy pre&s;ence &s;oon will moderate</L>
<L>Their va&s;t di&s;&s;ent, as element all &s;trife</L>
<L>Is <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">inder far when actuated by life.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="39" REF="21">
<HEAD>To the &s;ame, on his Poems and
Tran&s;lations.</HEAD>
<L>IF what we know be made our &s;elves, (for by</L>
<L>Dev<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;ting all materiality,</L>
<L>And melting the bare &s;pecies into</L>
<L>Our intellect; Our &s;elves are what we know)</L>
<L>Thou art in largene&s;&s;e of thy knowing mind</L>
<L>As a Seraphick e&s;&s;ence unconfind,</L>
<L>Content within tho&s;e narrow walls to dwell,</L>
<L>Yet can&s;t &s;o far that point of fle&s;h out&s;well</L>
<L>That thine intelligence extends through all</L>
<L>Languages which we Europaean call.</L>
<L>What Colo&s;&s;aean &s;trides do&s;t thou enlarge!</L>
<L>Fixing one foot in <HI>Sequan's</HI> watry barge</L>
<L>Do&s;t in <HI>Po</HI> t'other lave, teaching each Swan</L>
<L>A note more dying then their Idiom can:</L>
<L>Vext <HI>Tagus</HI> Nympths receive of thee new dre&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>Compo&s;ing in <HI>Thame's</HI> gla&s;&s;e their golden tre&s;&s;es:</L>
<L>Yea more I've &s;een thy young Mu&s;e bath her wing</L>
<L>In the deep waters of <HI>Stagira's</HI> Spring.</L>
<L>Nor do thy beames warm by reflex alone;</L>
<L>Tho&s;e that emerge directly from the Sun</L>
<L>Of thy rich Fancy, warm our loves, as well</L>
<L>As tho&s;e whom other Languages repell;</L>
<L>Thou the divine acts thus do&s;t imitate,</L>
<L>As well con&s;erve an Author, as create.</L>
<LG>
<PB N="40" REF="22">
<L>On then brave youth, Learnings full Sy&s;teme; Go</L>
<L>Enlarge thy &s;elfe to a va&s;t Folio;</L>
<L>That the world in &s;u&s;pence where to be&s;tow</L>
<L>That admiration which it late did ow</L>
<L>To the large knowing Belgick Magazine [<HI>H. Grot</HI>]</L>
<L>May ju&s;tly pay it thee as his a&s;&s;igne:</L>
<L>If future houres with laden thighes &s;hall &s;trive</L>
<L>To fill as well thine intellectuall hive</L>
<L>As tho&s;e are pa&s;t, the Court of Honour mu&s;t</L>
<L>To Crown thee, ravi&s;h Garlands from his du&s;t.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="41" REF="22">
<HEAD>To the &s;ame on his Poems,</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">That he would likewi&s;e manife&s;t his more
Serious labours.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THou Natures &s;tep here treade&s;t in,</L>
<L>Do&s;t &s;how us but thy Soules fair skin,</L>
<L>What Phancy more then Intellect did &s;pin.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus Nature &s;howes the ro&s;es paint,</L>
<L>Us with the out&s;ide doth acquaint,</L>
<L>But keeps re&s;erv'd the &s;oule of the fair plant.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy &s;ailes all &s;ee &s;welling with ha&s;t;</L>
<L>Yet the hid balla&s;t &s;teeres as fa&s;t</L>
<L>His &s;teady cour&s;e as the apparant ma&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For though carv'd workes onely appeare</L>
<L>We know there is a Ba&s;is here</L>
<L>Doth them together with the Fabrick bear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And that thy lightning Intellect,</L>
<L>Though in the cloudes yet undetect</L>
<L>Can Natures bowells pierce with its a&s;pect.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="42" REF="23">
<L>Melting through &s;tubborn doubts his way,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t Fancy guilds things with her ray,</L>
<L>And but oth' &s;urface doth of Nature play.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But whil&s;t thy Intellect doth wear</L>
<L>Thy Phancies dre&s;&s;e, his motions are</L>
<L>In <HI>Epicides</HI> not his proper &s;phear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Breake forth and let his double &s;igne</L>
<L>In their own orbes di&s;tinctly &s;hine;</L>
<L><HI>Ca&s;tor</HI> alone bodes danger to the Pine.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="43" REF="23">
<HEAD>To the &s;ame</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">On His Tran&s;lation of two Spani&s;h Novells.</HEAD>
<L>THis Tran&s;plantation of Sicilian Loves</L>
<L>To the more plea&s;ing &s;hades of <HI>Albion's</HI> groves</L>
<L>Though I admire, yet not the thing betrayes</L>
<L>My &s;oule to &s;o much wonder, as the wayes</L>
<L>And manner of effecting; That thy youth</L>
<L>Untravail'd there, &s;hould with &s;uch happy truth</L>
<L>Unlock us this Iberian Cabinet,</L>
<L>Who&s;e diamonds you in poli&s;ht Engli&s;h &s;et,</L>
<L>Such as may teach the eyes of any dame</L>
<L>Ith' Britti&s;h Court to give and take a flame;</L>
<L>Herein the greate&s;t miracle we &s;ee,</L>
<L>That Spain for this hath traveld unto thee.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="44" REF="24">
<HEAD>To the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>DAmon,</HI> thrice happy are thy layes</L>
<L>Which <HI>Amarillis</HI> deignes to prai&s;e,</L>
<L>And teache&s;t them no re&s;tle&s;&s;e flame,</L>
<L>But Centers thy love there whence fir&s;t it came!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her Soul &s;he, and her wealthy flocks</L>
<L>Mingles with thine; Braids her bright locks</L>
<L>Becomingly with thy brown &s;hade,</L>
<L>Whence the Morn is &s;o &s;weetly doubtfull made.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh may that twi&s;ted twilights power</L>
<L>Infu&s;e in each &s;ucce&s;&s;ive houre</L>
<L>Eternall calmes, untainted raies!</L>
<L>Your tre&s;&s;es rule her nights, and hers your dayes!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>Thyr&s;is</HI> his &s;ad reed in&s;pires</L>
<L>With nought but &s;ighs and hopele&s;&s;e fires;</L>
<L>Yet glad to &s;py from his dark Cell</L>
<L>The dawn of Joy from others night expell.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="45" REF="24">
<HEAD>On the Marriage of my deare
Kin&s;man T. S. <ABBR>E&s;q</ABBR> and
Mrs. D. E.</HEAD>
<L>WHil&s;t the yong world was in minority</L>
<L>Much was indulged; no proximity</L>
<L>Of equall bloud could then &s;tile marriage</L>
<L>Ince&s;tuous: But in her riper age</L>
<L>Nature a polititian grew, and laid</L>
<L>A &s;in on wedlock that at home was made:</L>
<L>That Families being mixt, the world might &s;o</L>
<L>Both I&s;&s;ue propogate and Friend&s;hip too,</L>
<L>How will you two then Natures frown abide,</L>
<L>Who are in worthine&s;&s;e &s;o neer allide?</L>
<L>(For &s;ure &s;he meant that other vertues be</L>
<L>Enlarged thus, as well as Amitie.)</L>
<L>Civility you might have taught the North,</L>
<L>She the South Cha&s;tity: But now this worth</L>
<L>Is wanting unto both, 'cau&s;e you engro&s;&s;e</L>
<L>And to your &s;elves communicate this lo&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>But &s;ince be&s;t tempers vertae &s;oon admit,</L>
<L>Your two well-tun'd complections may &s;o fit</L>
<L>A <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">cond race, and naturall goodne&s;&s;e lend,</L>
<L>That nature &s;hall not thus mi&s;&s;e of her end.</L>
<L>On matchle&s;&s;e couple then, Hymen &s;miles, on,</L>
<L>And by a perfect generation</L>
<L>Such living Statues of your &s;elves erect,</L>
<L>That they tho&s;e vertues which this age reject</L>
<L><PB N="46" REF="25">
May teach the future, and to act re&s;tore,</L>
<L>All Honour, living onely now in power.</L>
<L>Be thou the <HI>Adam,</HI> &s;he the <HI>Eve</HI> that may</L>
<L>Pople a true reall <HI>&V;topia.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="47" REF="25">
<HEAD>To M^r^s^. D. S. on the birth of
Sidney, her &s;econd Son.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Dear Neice.</SALUTE></OPENER>
<L>MAY re&s;t drown all thy paines: But never &s;leep</L>
<L>Thy painfull merits whil&s;t feet Ver&s;es keep,</L>
<L>And Mu&s;es wings they &s;hall along, and blow</L>
<L>Thy Fame abroad, whil&s;t time &s;hall circuits go</L>
<L>To judge &s;trifes elementall, and arow&s;e</L>
<L>The drou&s;y world to mind this noble &s;pou&s;e.</L>
<L>How opportunely her Heroick fruit</L>
<L>Waving her own, doth our torn &s;ex recruit</L>
<L>Two Boyes have &s;prung from her wombs lively mold,</L>
<L>'Ere both the Parents fourty Summers told.</L>
<L>She might &s;uch humane Godde&s;&s;es produce</L>
<L>As might the relap&s;'d world again amu&s;e</L>
<L>Into Idolatry, and ju&s;tify</L>
<L>Bright <HI>Cyprias</HI> fable, each poetick ly</L>
<L>Old Greece or any modern lover made</L>
<L>To deify the beauty of a Maid.</L>
<L>But The prizing her mate 'bove her own eyes</L>
<L>Him rather with his likene&s;&s;e gratifies;</L>
<L>The rea&s;on, if a Poet may divine,</L>
<L>Why all her Blo&s;&s;omes quicken ma&s;culine</L>
<L>Is, that her Brethren (never extant &s;een,</L>
<L>But po&s;&s;ible) by Fate have kindred been</L>
<L>Into her fle&s;h, which flowers in Virgin Snow</L>
<L>Benum'd, &s;lept in their winter cau&s;e, till now</L>
<L><PB N="48" REF="26">
That Nuptiall Sun approacht, who&s;e piercing ray</L>
<L>Op'ning their Urn, recall'd them into day.</L>
<L>On this trade Angells wait, and on their wing</L>
<L>Created Soules into new Bodies bring:</L>
<L>What power hath Love, that can &s;et Heaven a task</L>
<L>To make a Gem, when he prepares the Cask?</L>
<L>And if well &s;et, or void of heynous flaw,</L>
<L>Ordained by the Creatures gracious Law</L>
<L>For his own weating, which him&s;elfe will own</L>
<L>An Ornament even to his burni&s;ht Crown.</L>
<L>On then fair &s;pou&s;e, and ea&s;e the pangs of Birth</L>
<L>By thinking you enrich both Heaven and Earth.</L>
<L>Think you may live till they in honours &s;phear</L>
<L>Brighter then the <HI>Tindaridae</HI> appear;</L>
<L>And then you cannot dy? the lives you gave,</L>
<L>They amply will repay, de&s;poile the grave</L>
<L>Of your Immortall name: may you behold</L>
<L>Them fully act the prai&s;e I faintly told.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="49" REF="26">
<HEAD>Horat: Od. 3. 3.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">A Man endeed uwith Virtue feares nothing.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe pre&s;ence of a Tyrant, nor the zeale</L>
<L>Of Citizens forcing rebellions,</L>
<L>Can &s;hake a &s;quarely &s;olid &s;oule, the &s;eale</L>
<L>Infringe of hone&s;t re&s;olutions:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Untroubled He on &s;tormy <HI>Adria</HI> Sailes;</L>
<L>At Thunder is undaunted as the oak:</L>
<L>If nature in a generall ruine failes</L>
<L>He with contented mind &s;u&s;taines the &s;troak.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="50" REF="27">
<HEAD>To Sr. J. G. wi&s;hing me to regain
my fortunes by complyance
with the Parliament.</HEAD>
<L>THE re&s;ignation of my &s;elfe and mine</L>
<L>I pro&s;trate at the foot&s;tep of his Shrine,</L>
<L>Who for the mighty love he bore to me</L>
<L>Laid out him&s;elfe in each capacity,</L>
<L>Unasked pawnes his deity, and &s;hrouds</L>
<L>All mighty feeblene&s;&s;e in humane clouds,</L>
<L>And even that Cottage did to death engage</L>
<L>For three dayes, to redeem our Heritage;</L>
<L>For no le&s;&s;e price then his humanity</L>
<L>Could ran&s;ome us, &s;tampt with divinity.</L>
<L>The &s;tory of this noble Surety (friend)</L>
<L>Should to &s;uch exta&s;y our zeales extend,</L>
<L>That our E&s;tates or &s;elves we ne're &s;hould deeme</L>
<L>So free, as when they morgag'd are for him:</L>
<L>I therefore can with a contented mind</L>
<L>Shake hands with all the wealth of either Inde;</L>
<L>In a clear con&s;cience finding riches more</L>
<L>Then there the Sun bequeaths unto his Ore;</L>
<L>Who drinks with &s;acred Druids at the brook,</L>
<L>(Who&s;e unju&s;t &s;ufferings are for guilt mi&s;took,)</L>
<L>And from their mouth (now the forbidden tree</L>
<L>Ala&s;&s;e, of knowledge) &s;ucks divinity,</L>
<L><PB N="51" REF="27">
With Angels on an hone&s;t bed of leaves</L>
<L>Redintegrated Paradi&s;e conceaves;</L>
<L>For Heaven is onely Gods revealed face;</L>
<L>So the&s;e make Paradi&s;e, and not the place.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="52" REF="28">
<HEAD>The World.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>JS this that goodly Edifice</L>
<L>So gaz' d upon by greedy eyes?</L>
<L>A &s;ceane where cruelty's expre&s;t,</L>
<L>Or Stage of folly es at the be&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who can the Mu&s;ick under&s;tand</L>
<L>From the &s;oft touch of Natures hand,</L>
<L>When man her chiefe&s;t In&s;trument</L>
<L>So har&s;hly jarres without con&s;ent.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Do not her naturall agents too</L>
<L>Faile in their operations, &s;o</L>
<L>That he to whom they be&s;t appeare</L>
<L>Sees but the Tombes of what they were?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her chiefe&s;t Actions then are &s;uch</L>
<L>That no externall &s;en&s;e may touch;</L>
<L>Shown doubtfully to the minds &s;ight</L>
<L>By the dark Phancy's glimmering light.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Night indeed which hideth all</L>
<L>Things el&s;e di&s;clo&s;eth the Stars pale</L>
<L><PB N="53" REF="28">
And &s;ickly faces; but our &s;en&s;e</L>
<L>Cannot perceive their Influence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They are the hidden books of Fate,</L>
<L>Where what with paines we calculate</L>
<L>And doubt, is onely plainly known</L>
<L>To tho&s;e a&s;&s;i&s;t their motion.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The clo&s;e conveyances that move</L>
<L>With &s;ilent vertue from above</L>
<L>Ince&s;&s;antly on things below,</L>
<L>Our duller eyes can never know.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nothing but colour, &s;hape and light</L>
<L>Create their &s;pecies in our &s;ight:</L>
<L>All &s;ub&s;tances avoyd the &s;en&s;e</L>
<L>Clo&s;e couched under accidents,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In which attir'd by nature, we</L>
<L>Their loo&s;e apparell onely &s;ee;</L>
<L>Spirits alone Intuitive,</L>
<L>Can to the heart of e&s;&s;ence dive.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Why then &s;hould we de&s;ire to &s;leep</L>
<L>Groveling like &s;wine in mire, &s;o deep,</L>
<L>The mind for breath can find no way,</L>
<L>Choak'd up, and crowded into clay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="54" REF="29">
<L>Stript of the fle&s;h, in the clear &s;pring</L>
<L>Of Truth &s;he bathes her &s;oring wing</L>
<L>On whom do all Ideas &s;hine</L>
<L>Reflected from the Gla&s;&s;e divine.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="55" REF="29">
<HEAD>Gray Haires.</HEAD>
<L>WElcome gray haires, who&s;e light I gladly tru&s;t</L>
<L>To guide me to my peacefull bed of du&s;t:</L>
<L>My lifes bright Stars, who&s;e wakefull eyes &s;hut mine;</L>
<L>Stand on my head as Tapers on my &s;hrine,</L>
<L>The worlds grand noi&s;e of nothing (which invades</L>
<L>My &s;oule) exclude from deaths approaching &s;hades;</L>
<L>But as the day is usher'd in by one</L>
<L>And the &s;ame Star that &s;hewes the day is done,</L>
<L>This twilight of my head, this doubtfull &s;phear,</L>
<L>My Bodys Evening, my &s;oules Morning Star,</L>
<L>Th' allay of white among&s;t the browner haires</L>
<L>As well the birth as death of day declares;</L>
<L>As he whom from the Hill &s;aw the moi&s;t Tomb,</L>
<L>Of earth, together with her pregnant womb,</L>
<L>This mingled colour with ambiguous &s;trife</L>
<L>Demon&s;trates my decaying into life.</L>
<L>Thus life and death compound the world; Each weed</L>
<L>That fades revives by &s;owing its own &s;eed:</L>
<L>Matter &s;uppos'd the whole Creation</L>
<L>Is nothing but form and privation:</L>
<L>No borrow'd tre&s;&s;es then no cheating dy</L>
<L>Shall to fal&s;e life my dying locks bely;</L>
<L>I &s;hall a perfect Microco&s;me grow</L>
<L>When as the Alpes, I crowned am with &s;now.</L>
<L>I will beleive this white the milky way</L>
<L>Which leads unto the Court of endle&s;&s;e day.</L>
<L><PB N="56" REF="30">
Then let my life's flame &s;o inten&s;ely burn</L>
<L>That all my haires may into a&s;hes turn,</L>
<L>Whence may ari&s;e a <HI>Phoenix</HI> to repay</L>
<L>With Hallelujahs this Eygnean lay.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="57" REF="30">
<HEAD>A Dialogue upon
death.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Phillis. Damon.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil:</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>DAmon</HI> amid&s;t the bli&s;&s;es we</L>
<L>In joynt affections fully prove,</L>
<L>Doth it not &s;ometimes trouble thee,</L>
<L>To think that death mu&s;t part our love?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam:</SPEAKER>
<L>Though &s;weets concentrate in thy armes,</L>
<L>And that alone I revell there,</L>
<L>A willing pri&s;oner to tho&s;e charmes,</L>
<L>Love cannot teach me death to fear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil:</SPEAKER>
<L>Say of the&s;e &s;weets I &s;hould beguile</L>
<L>Thy ta&s;t by my incon&s;tancie,</L>
<L>And on thy rivall <HI>Thyr&s;is</HI> &s;mile,</L>
<L>Would not that lo&s;&s;e work grief in thee?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="58" REF="31">
<SPEAKER>Dam:</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh nothing more; For here to be</L>
<L>Is Hell and thy embraces lack;</L>
<L>Yet is it Heaven even without thee</L>
<L>To dye; Then onely art thou black.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil:</SPEAKER>
<L>Then onely art thou black my dear;</L>
<L>When death &s;hall bla&s;t thy vitall light;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t I in lifes bright day appear,</L>
<L>Thou &s;leep&s;t forgot in deaths &s;ad Night.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam:</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou art thick-&s;ighted; could&s;t thou &s;ee</L>
<L>Farre off, the other &s;ide of death</L>
<L>Would &s;uch a pro&s;pect open thee</L>
<L>As thou mu&s;t needs be &s;ick of breath.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil:</SPEAKER>
<L>How can that be, when &s;en&s;e doth keep</L>
<L>The dore of plea&s;ure? That de&s;troyed,</L>
<L>The &s;oule if it &s;urvive, mu&s;t &s;leep,</L>
<L>Sen&s;ele&s;&s;e of delectation voyd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="59" REF="31">
<SPEAKER>Dam</SPEAKER>
<L>Sen&s;e is the doore of &s;uch delight</L>
<L>As bea&s;ts receive; through which alas</L>
<L>(Since Nature's nothing but a fight,)</L>
<L>More enemies then friends do pa&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>Nor is the &s;oule le&s;&s;e capable,</L>
<L>But naked doth her object prove</L>
<L>More truely; as more &s;en&s;ible</L>
<L>Is this fair hand &s;tript of its glove.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil:</SPEAKER>
<L>My <HI>Damon</HI> &s;ure hath &s;ufeirted</L>
<L>Of <HI>Phillis,</HI> and would fain get hence;</L>
<L>Yet mannerly he vailes his dead</L>
<L>Love under a divine pretence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam:</SPEAKER>
<L>Whil&s;t I am fle&s;h thou need&s;t not fear</L>
<L>Of love in my warm breath a dearth;</L>
<L>For &s;ince affections earthly are</L>
<L>They mu&s;t love thee the faire&s;t Earth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil:</SPEAKER>
<L>If thou receive a certain good</L>
<L>Of plea&s;ure in enjoying me,</L>
<L><PB N="60" REF="32">
'Tis wi&s;edome then to period</L>
<L>Thy wi&s;hes in a certainty.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam:</SPEAKER>
<L>Joyes reap'd on earth like gra&s;ped aire</L>
<L>Away even in enjoyment fly;</L>
<L>Certain are onely &s;uch as bear</L>
<L>The &s;tampt of immortality.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil:</SPEAKER>
<L>Shall we for hope of future bli&s;&s;e</L>
<L>The good of pre&s;ent Love neglect?</L>
<L>Who will a Wren po&s;&s;e&s;t di&s;mi&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>A flying Eagle to expect?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam:</SPEAKER>
<L>Who u&s;e not here the Heavenly way,</L>
<L>And in de&s;ire of thither go,</L>
<L>Will at their death uncertain &s;tray</L>
<L>Lo&s;ing them&s;elves in endle&s;&s;e wo.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil:</SPEAKER>
<L>Since death &s;uch hazards wait upon</L>
<L>Ile unfrequent love's vain delight,</L>
<L>And wing my contemplation</L>
<L>For prea-equaintance with that height.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="61" REF="32">
<SPEAKER>Dam:</SPEAKER>
<L>Come then, let's feed our flocks above</L>
<L>On Sions hill; &s;o will delights</L>
<L>Grow fre&s;her in the vale of Love:</L>
<L>Change thus may whet chafte appetites.</L>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="62" REF="33">
<HEAD>Death.</HEAD>
<L>SUnk eyes, cold lips, chaps faln, cheeks pale and wan</L>
<L>Are onely bugbeares fal&s;ely frighting man;</L>
<L>This is the vizard, not deaths proper face,</L>
<L>For who looks through it with the eye of Grace</L>
<L>Shall find death deckt in &s;o divine a ray</L>
<L>That none would be &s;uch a &s;elf-foe to &s;tay</L>
<L>In mortall Clouds, did not the wi&s;er hand</L>
<L>Of &s;upreme power joyn with his &s;trict command,</L>
<L>Pangs in our di&s;&s;olution, which all &s;hun,</L>
<L>But would wi&s;h, if they knew life then begun.</L>
<L>Man is a Creature mixt of Heaven and Earth;</L>
<L>Of bea&s;t and Angell; when he leaves this breath</L>
<L>He is all Angell; The Soules future eye</L>
<L>Is by the pro&s;pect of Etern<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ty</L>
<L>Determin'd onely; who content doth re&s;t</L>
<L>With pre&s;ent good no better is then Bea&s;t.</L>
<L>The heathens prov'd &s;ince the &s;oule cannot find</L>
<L>In Natures &s;tore to &s;atisfie the mind,</L>
<L>Her e&s;&s;ence Supernat'rall, and &s;hall have</L>
<L>Her true&s;t object not before the Grave.</L>
<L>Could I &s;urmi&s;e the Immateriall mate</L>
<L>Of this dull fle&s;h &s;hould langui&s;h after fate</L>
<L>Like widdowed Turtles; or the glimmering light</L>
<L>Bereav'd of her dark lanthorn &s;hould be quite</L>
<L>Blown out by death; or dwell on faithle&s;&s;e mire,</L>
<L>Inhopitable fens, like fooli&s;h fire</L>
<L><PB N="63" REF="33">
Wandring through di&s;mal vales of horrid night</L>
<L>Th' approach of death de&s;ervedly might fright.</L>
<L>But faiths clear eye more certainely &s;urveyes</L>
<L>Then any optick Organ, for the rayes</L>
<L>That &s;hew her object to us are divine</L>
<L>Reflected by Th' omni&s;cient Chri&s;talline.</L>
<L>They then who &s;urely know death leade<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">h right</L>
<L>To a va&s;t Sea of ravi&s;hing delight</L>
<L>Cannot, when he knocks at their earthen Gate,</L>
<L>Suffer him &s;torm his entrance, but dilate</L>
<L>Their ready hearts as to a friend, for now</L>
<L>He beares no &s;ting, no horror in his brow;</L>
<L>The Chri&s;tiall-Ruby &s;treame which did pur&s;ue</L>
<L>The &s;pear that &s;luc't Chri&s;ts &s;ide dyde his grim hue</L>
<L>To white and red, beautys complection:</L>
<L>He comes no more to &s;poile thy man&s;ion,</L>
<L>But to afford thee that Inheritance</L>
<L>Which cannot be conceiv'd without a Trance;</L>
<L>To be tran&s;lated to the fellow&s;hip</L>
<L>Of Angells, there with an immortall lip</L>
<L>To drink Nectarean bowles of endle&s;&s;e good,</L>
<L>Where the Creators face is the Soules food.</L>
<L>The be&s;t condition here is but to be</L>
<L>An elect &s;pou&s;e to that great deitie,</L>
<L>But death the Bride-maid leads us to the bed</L>
<L>Where youth and plea&s;ures are eterni&s;ed:</L>
<L>When I con&s;ider the whole world obeys</L>
<L>Creations law, onely untame man &s;trayes,</L>
<L>I cannot think this is his proper &s;phear</L>
<L>Where all his actions move irregular</L>
<L>Nor &s;hall my wi&s;hes ever &s;o exclude</L>
<L>The decent orderly vici&s;&s;itude</L>
<L><PB N="64" REF="34">
Of Natures con&s;tant Harmony, to pray</L>
<L>For a har&s;h jarring by unruly &s;tay.</L>
<L>The&s;e with the p<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ines and &s;hame of doting age</L>
<L>Wit cau&s;e the mind betimes to loath her Cage.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="65" REF="34">
<HEAD>On the death of my dear brother
Mr. H. S. drown'd.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Tomb.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHy weeps this Marble? can his frigid power</L>
<L>Thicken the ambient air into a &s;hower?</L>
<L>Ah no; the&s;e teares have &s;ure an other cau&s;e</L>
<L>Then the nece&s;&s;ity of Natures Lawes;</L>
<L>The&s;e teares their &s;pring have from within; there lies</L>
<L>The &s;poile of Nature, crime of de&s;tinies:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How well this &s;ilent &s;adne&s;&s;e doth become</L>
<L>His awfull &s;hade; the horrour of the Tomb</L>
<L>Strikes palene&s;&s;e through my &s;oule; yet I mu&s;t on</L>
<L>And pay the rights of my devotion.</L>
<L>Pardon you guardian Angells (who attend</L>
<L>And keep his bones &s;afe from the &s;tygian fiend)</L>
<L>That I di&s;turb your watch with untun'd layes</L>
<L>I come to mourne and not to &s;ing, his prai&s;e.</L>
<L>A Sun that &s;at in flouds, but, oh &s;ad ha&s;t,</L>
<L>Ere the Meridian of his age was pa&s;t,</L>
<L>A purer day the <HI>Ea&s;t</HI> did nere di&s;clo&s;e;</L>
<L>Then in his clear affections orient ro&s;e</L>
<L><PB N="66" REF="35">
Tempe&s;tuous pa&s;&s;ion did in him appear</L>
<L>But Phy&s;ick, as the lightnings purge the aire:</L>
<L>Martiall his temper was, yet overcame</L>
<L>Others by &s;miles, him&s;elfe by force did tame;</L>
<L>Here lies the be&s;t of man: nature with thee</L>
<L>Lo&s;t her perfection and integritie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="67" REF="35">
<HEAD>On the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Boa&s;t.</HEAD>
<L>HOW well this brittle Boat doth per&s;onate</L>
<L>Mans fraile e&s;tate?</L>
<L>Who&s;e concave fill'd with light&s;ome aire did &s;corn</L>
<L>The proude&s;t &s;torm:</L>
<L>Mans fle&s;hy boat beares up, whil&s;t breath doth la&s;t</L>
<L>He feares no bla&s;t:</L>
<L>Poor floating Bark, whil&s;t on yon mount you &s;tood</L>
<L>Rain was your food.</L>
<L>Now the &s;ame moi&s;ture which once made thee grow</L>
<L>Doth thee oreflow.</L>
<L>Ra&s;h youth hath too much &s;aile, his giddy path</L>
<L>No balla&s;t hath;</L>
<L>He thinks his Keel of wit can cut all waves,</L>
<L>And pa&s;&s;e tho&s;e Graves,</L>
<L>Can &s;hoot all Cataracts and &s;afely &s;teer</L>
<L>The four&s;corth year.</L>
<L>But &s;toop thine eare ill-councelld youth, and hark,</L>
<L>Look on this Bark,</L>
<L>His Emblem whom it carried, both defi'd</L>
<L>Stormes, yet &s;oon dyed;</L>
<L>Onely this difference, that &s;unk downward, this</L>
<L>Waighd up to bl<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;&s;e.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="68" REF="36">
<HEAD>On the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Tempers.</HEAD>
<L>THe Elements that do mans hou&s;e compo&s;e</L>
<L>Are all his chiefe&s;t foes;</L>
<L>Fire, Aire, Earth, Water, all are at debate,</L>
<L>Which &s;hall predominate&punc;</L>
<L>Sometimes the Tyrant fire in feavours raves,</L>
<L>And brings us to our graves,</L>
<L>Sometimes the Aire in whirling of our braines</L>
<L>And windy Colicks raignes;</L>
<L>Now Earth with melancoly man invades,</L>
<L>Making us walking &s;hades;</L>
<L>Now water in &s;alt Rheumes works our decay</L>
<L>And drop&s;eys quench our day&punc;</L>
<L>But this war equall was in him; the fight:</L>
<L>Harmony and delight,</L>
<L>Till Treacherous <HI>Thames</HI> taking the waters part</L>
<L>Surpriz'd his open heart.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="69" REF="36">
<HEAD>To my dear Sister Mrs. S.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Chamber.</HEAD>
<L>ENtring your doore I&s;tarted back, &s;ure this</L>
<L>(Said I) deaths &s;hady hou&s;e and hou&s;ehold is,</L>
<L>And yonder &s;hines a beauty (as of old</L>
<L>Magnificent Tombs eternall Lamps did hold,</L>
<L>In lieu of lifes light) a fair Taper hid</L>
<L>In a dark lanthorn; an eye &s;hut in's lid;</L>
<L>A flower in &s;hade; a &s;tar in nights dark womb;</L>
<L>An alabla&s;ter Columne to a Tomb.</L>
<L>But why this night in day can thy fair eye</L>
<L>Delight in &s;uch an Aethiops company?</L>
<L>Man hath too many naturall clouds; his bloud</L>
<L>And fle&s;h &s;o blind his hood wink'd &s;oule that good</L>
<L>Is &s;carce di&s;cern'd from bad; why &s;hould we then</L>
<L>Seek out an artificiall darke&s;ome den?</L>
<L>The better part of nature hidden lies;</L>
<L>The &s;tars indeed we may behold, and Skies,</L>
<L>But not their Influence; we &s;ee the fire</L>
<L>But not then heat; why then &s;hould we de&s;ire</L>
<L>More night, when darkne&s;&s;e &s;o ore Nature lies</L>
<L>That all things mask their better qualities:</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="70" REF="37">
<HEAD>To the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Thur&s;day:</HEAD>
<L>NOw Ime re&s;olv'd the cra&s;y Univer&s;e</L>
<L>Growes old, the Sun him&s;elfe is nigh his hear&s;e;</L>
<L>Seven Daughters in one week his youthfull rayes</L>
<L>Were wont to get; but &s;ince his &s;trength decays</L>
<L>Six are the mo&s;t: Thur&s;day is lo&s;t; for we</L>
<L>Who boa&s;t our &s;elves &s;kill'd in th' A&s;tronomy</L>
<L>Of your day-&s;hedding eyes, by that light &s;wear</L>
<L>That day is lo&s;t in which you not appear&punc;</L>
<L>That thy dark phancy might a giant-woe</L>
<L>Beget, thou mak&s;t a night <HI>Herculean</HI> too;</L>
<L>The late A&s;tronomers have found it true,</L>
<L>We have lo&s;t many dayes, but 'tis by you</L>
<L>Our calculation erres; and we &s;hall rage</L>
<L>If you go on to cheat us of our age;</L>
<L>One day in Seaven is lo&s;t; and in three&s;core</L>
<L>We are bereaved of nine yeares, and more:</L>
<L>So will your grief dilate it &s;elfe like day,</L>
<L>And all as you, become untimely gray.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="71" REF="37">
<HEAD>To the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub"><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">he Ro&s;e.</HEAD>
<L>AFter the honey drops of pearly &s;howers</L>
<L><HI>&V;rania</HI> walk'd to gather flowers:</L>
<L>Sweet Ro&s;e (I heard her &s;ay) why are the&s;e feares?</L>
<L>Are the&s;e drops on thy cheek thy teares?</L>
<L>By tho&s;e thy beauty fre&s;her is, thy &s;mell</L>
<L>Arabian &s;pices doth excell.</L>
<L>This rain (the Ro&s;e replied) feeds and betrays</L>
<L>My odours; adds and cuts off dayes:</L>
<L>Had not I &s;pread my leaves to catch this dew</L>
<L>My &s;cent had not invited you,</L>
<L><HI>&V;rania</HI> &s;igh'd and &s;oftly &s;aid, 'tis &s;o,</L>
<L>Showers blow the ro&s;e and ripen woe:</L>
<L>For mine (a la&s;&s;e) when wa&s;ht in flouds &s;weet clean,</L>
<L>Heaven put his hand forth and did glean.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="72" REF="38">
<HEAD>To the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Mans Life.</HEAD>
<L>MAn's life was once a &s;pan; now one of tho&s;e</L>
<L>Atoms of which old Sophies did compo&s;e</L>
<L>The world; a thing &s;o &s;mall, no emptine&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Nature can find at all by his decea&s;e;</L>
<L>Nor need &s;he to attenuate the aire,</L>
<L>And &s;preading it, his vacancy repaire,</L>
<L>The &s;wellings that in hearts and eyes ari&s;e</L>
<L>Repay with ample bulk deaths robberies.</L>
<L>Why &s;hould we then weep for a thing &s;o &s;light</L>
<L>Converting lifes &s;hort day to a long night?</L>
<L>For &s;orrowes make one Moneth &s;eem many yeares,</L>
<L>Times multiplying gla&s;&s;e is made of teares.</L>
<L>Our life is but a painted per&s;pective;</L>
<L>Greif the fal&s;e light that doth the di&s;tance give;</L>
<L>Nor doth it with delight (as &s;haddowing)</L>
<L>Set off, but as a &s;taffe fixt in a &s;pring</L>
<L>Seem crookt and larger; then dry up thy teares,</L>
<L>Since through a double mean nought right appeares.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="73" REF="38">
<HEAD>To the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Excu&s;e.</HEAD>
<L>NOr can your &s;exes ea&s;ine&s;&s;e excu&s;e</L>
<L>Or countenance your teares to be profu&s;e.</L>
<L>Some &s;he's there are, who&s;e breath is onely &s;ighes:</L>
<L>Who weep their own, in others ob&s;equies:</L>
<L>But in the rea&s;on, like the Sun at noon,</L>
<L>Di&s;pells u&s;urping clouds of Pa&s;&s;ion;</L>
<L>Where feminine defects are wanting, there</L>
<L>All Femininee xcu&s;es wanting are;</L>
<L>Think not, &s;ince vertue then above them reares&punc;</L>
<L>A womans name can priviledge thy teares:</L>
<L>Fortune materiall things onely controwles</L>
<L>But doth her &s;elfe pay homage unto &s;oules:</L>
<L>There hath no power, can do no injurie,</L>
<L>The Pavement where the &s;tars their dances form</L>
<L>By their own Mu&s;ick, is above all &s;torme:</L>
<L>For Meteors but imperfect mixtures are</L>
<L>In the raw bo&s;ome of di&s;temperd aire:</L>
<L>Then let thy &s;oule &s;hine in her Chri&s;tall &s;pheare,</L>
<L>They're Comets in the troubled air appear.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="74" REF="39">
<HEAD>To the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Rea&s;ons.</HEAD>
<L>IS it becau&s;e he died, or that his yeares</L>
<L>Not many were, that cau&s;eth all the&s;e teares?</L>
<L>If for the fir&s;t, you &s;hould have alwayes wept,</L>
<L>Even in his life from fir&s;t acquaintance kept</L>
<L>Sorrow awake, for that you know his Fate</L>
<L>Prefixed had a nece&s;&s;ary date;</L>
<L>How unadvi&s;edly do you lament</L>
<L>Becau&s;e things mortall are not permanent?</L>
<L>Or is 't becau&s;e he ere his aged Snow,</L>
<L>Or Autume came, was ravi&s;hd from the bough?</L>
<L>Ask but the &s;acred Oracle, you there</L>
<L>Shall find, untimely deaths no windfall are.</L>
<L>The grand example, Miracle of good,</L>
<L>(In vertue onely old) &s;lain in the bud</L>
<L>Newly di&s;clo&s;ing man. It were a &s;hame</L>
<L>To wi&s;h then that of his, a longer flame.</L>
<L>Who would not dy before &s;ubdued by age?</L>
<L>That Conque&s;t oft Fortune pur&s;ues with rage;</L>
<L>Or &s;in in that advantage wounds him wor&s;e:</L>
<L>To wi&s;h him long life then, had been a cur&s;e.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="75" REF="39">
<HEAD>To the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Teares.</HEAD>
<L>YOu moderne wits who call this world a &s;tar,</L>
<L>Who &s;ay, the other planets too worlds are,</L>
<L>And that the &s;pots that in the mid&s;tar found</L>
<L>Are to the people there Ilands and ground;</L>
<L>And that the water which &s;urrounds the Earth</L>
<L>Reflects to each, and gives their &s;hining birth;</L>
<L>The brightne&s;&s;e of the&s;e teares had you but &s;een</L>
<L>Faln from her eyes, no argument had been</L>
<L>To contradict that water here di&s;playes</L>
<L>To them as they to us &s;iderious rayes.</L>
<L>Her Teares have then the &s;tars a better right</L>
<L>And a more clear propriety to light.</L>
<L>For &s;tars receive their borrowd beames from far,</L>
<L>The&s;e bring their own along with them, and are</L>
<L>Born in the &s;phear of light; Others may blind</L>
<L>Them&s;elves with weeping much, becau&s;e they &s;pend</L>
<L>The brightne&s;&s;e of their eyes upon their teares,</L>
<L>But hers are inexhau&s;tible; &s;he &s;pares</L>
<L>Beames to her teares as Tapers lend their light</L>
<L>And &s;hould exce&s;&s;e of teares rob her of &s;ight,</L>
<L>Two of the&s;e moi&s;t &s;parks might re&s;tore't: our eyes</L>
<L>An humour watry chry&s;talline compri&s;e,</L>
<L>Why may not then two chri&s;tall drops re&s;tore</L>
<L>That &s;ight a Chri&s;tall humour gave before.</L>
<L><PB N="76" REF="40">
Love dewes his locks here, woes each drop to fall</L>
<L>A pupill in his eye and &s;ight recall:</L>
<L>And I hope fortune pa&s;&s;ing through this rain</L>
<L>Will at la&s;t &s;ee to recompence her pain.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="77" REF="40">
<HEAD>On the death of my much honourd
&V;ncle Mr. G. Sandys.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>PArdon (great Soul) if duty grounded on</L>
<L>Bloud and affections firm devotion</L>
<L>Force my weak mu&s;e to &s;acriledge, and by</L>
<L>Short-payment rob thy &s;acred memory.</L>
<L>To be thy wits Executor, though I</L>
<L>No title have, yet a &s;mall Legacy</L>
<L>Fitting my &s;mall reception did&s;t thou leave,</L>
<L>Which from thy learned works I did receive;</L>
<L>I &s;hould then prove unthankfull to deny</L>
<L>Some &s;pices to embalm that memory,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Soul and better part thy lines alone</L>
<L>E&s;tabli&s;h in Eternity's bright throne:</L>
<L>Our humble art the body of thy fame</L>
<L>Onely to Memphian mummie tries to frame;</L>
<L>Which though a &s;warthy dryne&s;&s;e it puts on</L>
<L>Is rai&s;ed yet above corruption.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A Tomb of rare&s;t art, Magnificent</L>
<L>As 'ere the <HI>Ea&s;t</HI> did to thy eyes pre&s;ent,</L>
<L>Erected by great <HI>Falklands</HI> learned hands</L>
<L>To thee alive, in his eloqiums &s;tands.</L>
<L>Thy body we are onely then t' interre,</L>
<L>And to tho&s;e matchle&s;&s;e Epitaphs refer</L>
<L>The ha&s;ty pa&s;&s;enger that cannot &s;tay</L>
<L>To heare thy larger Mu&s;e her worth di&s;play.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="78" REF="41">
<L>Unle&s;&s;e unto the Croud about the Hear&s;e</L>
<L>(Tho&s;e bu&s;y Sons of &s;en&s;e) I &s;hall rehear&s;e</L>
<L>What worth in thy material part did dwell,</L>
<L>And at the funerall thy Scutcheons &s;pell;</L>
<L>Declare the extraction of thy noble line,</L>
<L>What graces from all parts of thee did &s;hine,</L>
<L>That age thy &s;en&s;e did not at &s;eventy cloud,</L>
<L>And thee a youth all then but death allow'd:</L>
<L>As for thy Soul, if any do enquire,</L>
<L>Tis making Anthems in the heavenly Quire.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="79" REF="41">
<HEAD>Epitaph on Sir R. D.</HEAD>
<L>HEre lies the pattern of good men;</L>
<L>Heaven and Earths lov'd Citizen.</L>
<L>The Worlds faint wi&s;hes &s;car&s;e can reach</L>
<L>The good he did by action teach:</L>
<L>So hating &s;emblence, that his mind</L>
<L>Left her deportment &s;till behind,</L>
<L>That he far better was then ere</L>
<L>Unto the worlds eye did appeare,</L>
<L>The poor can witne&s;&s;e this, who cry</L>
<L>Aloud their lo&s;&s;e, his Charity;</L>
<L>The &s;ame and feeble now mu&s;t creep</L>
<L>To &s;hew their crutch is laid a&s;leep.</L>
<L>His Hou&s;hold Servants, Tenants, all</L>
<L>Weep here their Fathers Funeral:</L>
<L>The war that gorg'd on his E&s;tate</L>
<L>His Table never could abate;</L>
<L>If ever he unju&s;t was known,</L>
<L>'Twas in receding from his own;</L>
<L>Exchanging what with trouble he</L>
<L>Might &s;ave, to keep tranquilitie.</L>
<L>His ho&s;t of vertues &s;truck &s;uch feare</L>
<L>Into his foes, they did not dare</L>
<L>To lay on his, that penalty</L>
<L>They did on others Loyalty;</L>
<L>Which bore with him as high a rate</L>
<L>As tho&s;e who bought it with their '&s;tate.</L>
<L><PB N="80" REF="42">
Prudence and Innocence had made</L>
<L>A league no harm &s;hould him invade,</L>
<L>Peacefull amid&s;t the wars his life,</L>
<L>As in the Elementall &s;trife.</L>
<L>Of bodys that are temperd well</L>
<L>Harmonious Soules at quiet dwell,</L>
<L>When the wor&s;t humour had prevaild</L>
<L>Upon the State, his vita<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">ls faild&punc;</L>
<L>To &s;hew, this feeling members health</L>
<L>Was wrapt up in the Common-wealth.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="81" REF="42">
<HEAD>Grace Compar'd to the Sun.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GRace as the Sun, ince&s;&s;antly its light</L>
<L>Dilates upon the Vniver&s;all face.</L>
<L>Pagans that &s;it in Antipodian night</L>
<L>Ta&s;t, by reflex of rea&s;on, beames of grace.</L>
<L>Their &s;ickly planet (Queen of night not &s;leep)</L>
<L>Her wakefull eye in the Suns beames may &s;teep.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Grace is the Soules Soul; the informing part</L>
<L>Rea&s;on (like <HI>Pho&s;phere</HI>) u&s;hers in the day;</L>
<L>But the terene affections of the heart</L>
<L>Repell which Pharean clouds this &s;acred ray.</L>
<L>Internall, as externall night alone</L>
<L>Springs from the Earths interpo&s;ition.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Goodne&s;&s;e is priz'd by her own latitude;</L>
<L>The Per&s;ian (wi&s;e&s;t of Idolaters)</L>
<L>Adores the Sun as the mo&s;t common good,</L>
<L>From who&s;e balm Natures hand nothing interrs.</L>
<L>Wor&s;e then the Caliph is that votary</L>
<L>Who wor&s;hips a le&s;&s;e loving deity.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="82" REF="43">
<L>The Sun would rai&s;e this Globe to nobler birth,</L>
<L>Transforming into Gold each minerall;</L>
<L>But in di&s;po&s;ure of the Stubbourn Earth</L>
<L>Renders his vertue ineffectuall?</L>
<L>Thus grace endeavours all to &s;ublimate:</L>
<L>Then blame thy &s;elfe if not regenerate.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="83" REF="43">
<HEAD>&V;pon the Nativity of our &s;a|viour
and Sacrament then
received.</HEAD>
<L>SEe from his watry Tropick how the Sun</L>
<L>Approacheth by a double motion!</L>
<L>The &s;ame flight tending to the we&s;tern &s;eas</L>
<L>Wheeles Northward by in&s;en&s;ible degrees;</L>
<L>So this ble&s;t day beares to our Intellect</L>
<L>(As its bright fire) a duplycate re&s;pect:</L>
<L>None but a two-fac'd <HI>Janus</HI> can be gue&s;t</L>
<L>And fit him&s;elfe unto this double fea&s;t.</L>
<L>That mu&s;t before joyntly the Manger &s;ee,</L>
<L>And view behind the execrable Tree.</L>
<L>Here the ble&s;t Virgins living milk, and there</L>
<L>The fatall &s;treames of the Sons bloud appear;</L>
<L>Crowns at his tender feet in <HI>Bethlem</HI> ly;</L>
<L>Thorns bind his manly browes in <HI>Calvary;</HI></L>
<L>Th' a&s;hamed Sun from this his light withdrew;</L>
<L>A new born &s;tar the other joy'd to &s;hew:</L>
<L>To furni&s;h out this fea&s;t, lo, in the pot</L>
<L>Death here con&s;ults the &s;alting Antidot:</L>
<L>But lea&s;t the &s;ad allay &s;hould interfer,</L>
<L>And corrupt this days &s;mile into a tear,</L>
<L><PB N="84" REF="44">
This very death makes up a fuller mirth</L>
<L>Bequeathing to the worthy Gue&s;t new birth;</L>
<L>As to the my&s;tick head, be&s;eemingly,</L>
<L>So to each member gives Nativity:</L>
<L>The difference onely this, the deitie</L>
<L>Born to our fle&s;h, into his Spirit we.</L>
<PB REF="44">
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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