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<P>POEMS <HI>By</HI> JOHN HALL.</P>
<Q><BIBL>NAZIANZ.</BIBL>
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<P><HI>CAMBRIDGE,</HI> Printed by <HI>Roger Daniel</HI> Printer to the Univer&s;itie, 1646. <HI>For</HI> J. Rothwell <HI>at the Sun in Pauls Church-yard.</HI></P>
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<P><FIGURE>
<P>olim Majora Aetatis Suae <HI>19 1646</HI></P>
<BYLINE>W. Mar&s;hall &s;culpsit.</BYLINE>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
<PB REF="3">
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<HEAD>To his truly noble, and wor|thily honoured friend THOMAS STANLEY <HI>E&s;quire.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>My dearest friend,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>_SInce it is the hard fortune of the&s;e <HI>glow-worms</HI> to &s;ee day, I wi&s;h they might have pa&s;&s;ed your examination; for I know you to be a &s;evere Critick in <HI>Poetry,</HI> a&s;well as in <HI>Philology,</HI> and the Scien|ces: But &s;ince others importunities, and mine own pre&s;&s;ing occa&s;ions, have denied it, I must pre&s;ent them loaden with their own blemi&s;hes, that being fitter Objects of Pardon, they may draw in par|doning, more demon&s;trations of your Candor, and adde to my Engagements, could they receive Aug|mentation. I will not commit a Rape upon your mode&s;ty by any prai&s;es, though Truth her &s;elf might be your <HI>Panegyri&s;t,</HI> and yet continue na|ked; give me onely leave to tell you from mine own experience, that <HI>Love</HI> is more then a mere
<PB REF="4">
<HI>Sympathy:</HI> for admiration did fir&s;t attract my thoughts to you, and after fix them; though it were onely your innate &s;weetne&s;&s;e that received them with an unde&s;erved entertainment. Sir What I was fir&s;t endebted to you at <HI>Durham</HI> I en|deavour to acquit in part here at <HI>Cambridge:</HI> for the Totall, though it be rather above my ability, then de&s;ires, yet &s;hould I hate the thought of a Generall di&s;charge, let me onely beg of you that the&s;e <HI>Cherry&s;tones</HI> may draw from you your own <HI>Pearls,</HI> which cannot but break them&s;elves a day through that darkne&s;&s;e to which you now confine them. Let us once &s;ee <HI>Fancy</HI> triumph in the &s;poyls of the riche&s;t Learning, there will many (no doubt) pre&s;&s;e to follow the Chariot, yet &s;hall none be more forward then</P>
<CLOSER><SALUTE>Sir,</SALUTE>
<SIGNED>Your mo&s;t affectionately devoted &s;ervant J. HALL</SIGNED>
<DATELINE><HI>S^t. JOHNS</HI> <DATE><HI>Jan. 6. 1646.</HI></DATE></DATELINE></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="preface">
<PB REF="4">
<HEAD>The Preface.</HEAD>
<P>_JU&s;tice it &s;elf cannot deny me liberty of &s;peech before &s;entence, if Inju&s;tice have not pa&s;t it already, whether by decli|ning the doome from me as the mere <HI>Vizard</HI> and <HI>Hand</HI> of another, or cen&s;uring (more &s;everely) all my life &s;pent in the&s;e <HI>Holy dayes,</HI> and my be&s;t flames on &s;uch <HI>Wild-fires.</HI></P>
<P>I could never &s;crue my judgement up to that Rigour, as &s;uppo&s;e tho&s;e too <HI>familiar</HI> with Poetry, that onely courted her by &s;ome cha&s;t <HI>Salutes;</HI> twere injurous to that <HI>Nymph,</HI> which will onely be woed by high &s;pirits, and to high &s;pirits in &s;tooping to &s;o inferiour an <HI>Object;</HI> thus much I have ever ob&s;erved, that tho&s;e that &s;lighted other Matrons, and made her their wife, had never the A&s;&s;i&s;tance of any <HI>Portion,</HI> and &s;he &s;eldome proved fruitfull without cooperation of good <HI>&s;eed,</HI> and &s;trong <HI>influences.</HI></P>
<P>For mine own part &s;ince I am forc'd to <HI>&s;hoot</HI> out the&s;e <HI>blooms,</HI> I might ju&s;tly fear chill winds abroad; but that I hope they will ha&s;ten the de|&s;truction of &s;uch unripe fruit: neither am I &s;oli|citous how they &s;avour, for I intend no more, and the&s;e I give over as already <HI>di&s;ta&s;ted,</HI> let me onely &s;ay thus much to direct your Charity, that a
<PB REF="5">
<HI>Mu&s;hrome</HI> though but an <HI>excre&s;cency,</HI> well dre&s;t is no <HI>poy&s;on,</HI> but a <HI>Salad;</HI> and dancing though cen&s;ur'd as unbecoming, and <HI>perhaps</HI> un|lawfull, is no other but the mo&s;t <HI>Regular</HI> kind of walking, and that teaches the body a mo&s;t decent <HI>Carriage.</HI> But &s;uch &s;innes as <HI>the&s;e</HI> are veniall in youth; e&s;pecially if expiated with timely abjure|ment; for follies continued till old age, do ag|grandize and become horrid, whereas a &s;ea|&s;onable intermi&s;&s;ion, puts them among tho&s;e pittiable lap&s;es that attend mortality.</P>
<P>For the faults of the pre&s;&s;e, they may ea&s;ily be pa&s;&s;'d over by your Candor, &s;ome more notori|ous, which I ca&s;ually ob&s;erve in the peru&s;all, be plea&s;'d to take notice of.</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>J. H.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="errata">
<HEAD>Corrigenda</HEAD>
<P><HI>Page</HI> 1 <HI>l.</HI> 8 for, Rhithmes <HI>r.</HI> reams <HI>p.</HI> 18 <HI>l.</HI> 12 for, tythes <HI>r.</HI> titles, <HI>p.</HI> 41 <HI>l.</HI> 9 for, this Uly&s;&s;es, <HI>r.</HI> this young Uly&s;&s;es, <HI>p.</HI> 45 <HI>l.</HI> 1 for, Antipathus <HI>r.</HI> Antipathy. <HI>p.</HI> 48 <HI>l.</HI> 12 for, active <HI>r.</HI> ectype, <HI>ibid. l.</HI> 6. for, ju&s;t <HI>r.</HI> va&s;t, <HI>ibid. l.</HI> 12. for, as could, as can.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="5">
<HEAD>To the young Authour upon his incomparable veine in Satyre and Love-&s;onnets.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>YOung Monster! born with teeth! that thus can&s;t bite</L>
<L>So deep, can&s;t wound all &s;orts at ten and eight.</L>
<L>Fierce <HI>Scythian</HI> Brat! young <HI>Tamerlan!</HI> the Gods</L>
<L>Great &s;courge, that kickst all men like skulls and clods!</L>
<L>Rough creature, born for terrour! who&s;e &s;tern look</L>
<L>Few &s;trings and mu&s;cles mov'd is a whole book</L>
<L>Of biting Satyrs! who did thee beget?</L>
<L>Or with what pictures was the curtains &s;et?</L>
<L><HI>John</HI> of the Wilderne&s;&s;e? the bayry child?</L>
<L>The hi&s;pid <HI>This bite?</HI> or what Satyr wild</L>
<L>That thou thus &s;atyrize&s;t? Storm of wit</L>
<L>That fall'&s;t on all thou meetst, and all do&s;t meet!</L>
<L>Singe&s;t like lightening the Reverend furre</L>
<L>Of ancient Sages. Mak'&s;t a fearfull &s;tirre</L>
<L>With my young Mai&s;ter and his Paedagog,</L>
<L>And pull'&s;t by th' eares the Lads beloved Dog.</L>
<L>Then ha&s;t thy finger in Potato pies</L>
<L>That make the dull Grammarian to ri&s;e.</L>
<L>Anon advancing thy Satyrick Flail</L>
<L>Sweepst down the Wine-gla&s;&s;es and cups of ale.</L>
<L><PB REF="6">Nor yet art &s;pent, Thy manly rage affords</L>
<L>New coyle again&s;t young wenches and old words,</L>
<L>Gain&s;t <HI>Jo&s;.</HI> and <HI>Tycho</HI> that &s;tings down the &s;pheares,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Will</HI> with th' wi&s;p &s;it&s;t on moy&s;t A&s;&s;es eares.</L>
<L>And now &s;tept in, most quick and dexterous,</L>
<L>Boldly by th' elbow jog&s;t <HI>Maurolycus,</HI></L>
<L>Cau&s;ing him in his curious numbrings loo&s;e</L>
<L>Him&s;elf. Tak'&s;t <HI>Galilaeo</HI> by the no&s;e.</L>
<L>Another &s;troke makes the dry bones, O &s;inne!</L>
<L>Of lean Geometry rattle in her skinne.</L>
<L>New rage transforms thee to a Pig, that roots</L>
<L>In <HI>Jury-land</HI> or crumps <HI>Arabick</HI> roots.</L>
<L>Or els made Corn cutter, Thou loute&s;t low</L>
<L>And tak'st old Madam <HI>Eva</HI> by the toe.</L>
<L>Anon thy officious phan&s;ie at vandon &s;ent</L>
<L>Becomes a Chamberlain, waits on <HI>Wood</HI> of <HI>Kent.</HI></L>
<L><HI>S^r much good do 't you,</HI> then the table throws</L>
<L>Into his mouth his &s;tomacks mouth to clo&s;e.</L>
<L>Another while the well drench'd &s;moaky <HI>Jew,</HI></L>
<L>That &s;tands in his own &s;paul above the &s;hooe,</L>
<L>She twitcheth by the Cloak and thred bare plu&s;h,</L>
<L>Nor beats his moi&s;t black beard into a blu&s;h.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mad &s;oul! Tyrannick wit! that thus do&s;t &s;courge</L>
<L>All Mortalls and with their own follies urge.</L>
<L><PB REF="6">Thou 'rt young; therefore as Infant, Innocent,</L>
<L>Without regret of con&s;cience all are rent</L>
<L>By thy rough knotted whip. But if &s;uch blows</L>
<L>Thy younger years can give; when Age bestows</L>
<L>Much firmer &s;trength, &s;ure thy Satyrick rods</L>
<L>May awe the Heavens and di&s;cipline the gods.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And now, I ween, we wi&s;ely well have &s;hown</L>
<L>What Hatred, Wrath, and Indignation</L>
<L>Can do in thy great parts. How melting Love</L>
<L>That other youthfull heat thou do&s;t improve</L>
<L>With phan&s;ies queint and gay expre&s;&s;ions pat,</L>
<L>More florid then a Lan&s;pre&s;ado's hat;</L>
<L>That province to &s;ome fre&s;her pens we leave</L>
<L>Dear Lad! and kindly now we take our leave.</L>
<L>Onely one word. Sith we &s;o highly rai&s;e</L>
<L>Thy wrathfull wit; take this compendious prai&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy Love and Wrath &s;eem equall good to me,</L>
<L>For both thy Wrath and Love right Satyrs be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus may we twitch thee now, young Whelp! but when</L>
<L>Thy paw's be grown who'll dare to touch thee then?</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED><HI>H. MORE</HI> Fell. of Chr. Coll.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="7">
<HEAD>To his friend Mr. J. H. upon his Poems.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MAy thine own ver&s;e (the envy, and the glory</L>
<L>Of gowned Gentry) &s;till enrich thy &s;tory;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Flame out, bright &s;park, and let them clearly &s;ee</L>
<L>What's not impo&s;&s;ible for them to bee;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Go on, and make the bankrupt World to know</L>
<L>How much to thy judicious pen they ow,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>By who&s;e Gigantick parts is clearly &s;hown</L>
<L>That Natures wombe is not yet feeble grown.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy lines pardon the Pre&s;&s;e for all the rhythmes,</L>
<L>That have committed bin in &s;encele&s;&s;e times;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When <HI>Pega&s;us</HI> made hackney founder'd grows,</L>
<L>Wi&s;hing him&s;elf turn'd loo&s;e to graze in pro&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED><HI>Will. Dillingham</HI> Fell. Emman.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="7">
<HEAD>A Genethliacon to the Infant Mu&s;e of his deare&s;t Friend.</HEAD>
<L>DAme Nature long projecting, how</L>
<L>Shee might a <HI>New-years-gift</HI> bestow</L>
<L>Of greate&s;t worth; at length did chu&s;e</L>
<L>To give the World an <HI>early Mu&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Shee felt Perfection in her womb</L>
<L>Struggling to get a larger room,</L>
<L>And could not chu&s;e but give it breath</L>
<L>Though by procuring her own death,</L>
<L>She would not her full time out tarry,</L>
<L>Left bringing forth &s;he might mi&s;carry;</L>
<L>Therefore &s;he rather rips her womb,</L>
<L>Thence gives this rich <HI>Depo&s;itum.</HI></L>
<L>Nor need we this Abortive fold</L>
<L>In a Lambskin, to keep't from cold:</L>
<L>We need not cry; 'Las &s;pare it yet;</L>
<L>'Tis an untimely tender wit:</L>
<L>Let envy &s;patter what it can,</L>
<L>This <HI>Embryon</HI> will prove a man.</L>
<L>Thus thy luxuriant Laurel-&s;prout</L>
<L>As &s;oon as 't hath its bead put out,</L>
<L>Or'e tops old &s;tanders! Thus thy Bayes</L>
<L>Vie greenne&s;&s;e with thy tender dayes.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED><HI>Will. Harington</HI> Fell. of G. &amp; C. Coll.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="8">
<HEAD>To the honoured Authour M^r. <HI>Hall</HI> on his Poems.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DO'&s;t mean to &s;poil thy &s;elf? do knotty arts</L>
<L>And pale fac'd &s;tudy fit the &s;ilken parts</L>
<L>Of Gentle-men? or can'&s;t thou &s;tretch thy ears</L>
<L>To hear the holy accents of the &s;phears</L>
<L>From their own volumes? wilt thou let thy hand</L>
<L>Tempt their &s;trange mea&s;ures in religious &s;and?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Summon thy lungs, and with an angry breath</L>
<L>Ravell the curious du&s;t, and throw't beneath</L>
<L>Thy braver feet, 'tis too too low, go hence</L>
<L>And &s;ee the &s;phears with ble&s;t intelligence</L>
<L>Moving at tennis; Go and &s;teep thy brain</L>
<L>In fluent Nectar: or go vie a strain</L>
<L>In goati&s;h court&s;hip; that (indeed) were good</L>
<L>Currently noble. Nothing taint's the bloud</L>
<L>Like this (ba&s;e) study; Hence ye arts, be gone</L>
<L>Ye brats, which &s;erious &s;uper&s;tition</L>
<L>Brings to the thred-bare parent&mdash;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But thou, brave youth, with prudent skill ha&s;t taught</L>
<L>Thy purged ear to hear, yet not be caught</L>
<L>With the&s;e fond Sirens. Thy green thoughts may vie</L>
<L>With hoary wi&s;dome: thy clear &s;oul can &s;pie</L>
<L>The mines of knowledge, can as quickly store</L>
<L><PB REF="8">It &s;elf, and dive to the retired Or,</L>
<L>Thou like that Eater (whom thy happy &s;ong</L>
<L>Shall cau&s;e to eat up time him&s;elf) with &s;trong</L>
<L>And &s;prightly heat, thou can'st each art dige&s;t</L>
<L>In the vast stomach of thy knowing brest.</L>
<L>And when &s;everer thoughts at length &s;hall plea&s;e</L>
<L>T' unbend them&s;elves, then with &s;uch &s;trains as the&s;e</L>
<L>Thou court'st each witty Godde&s;&s;e, and do'&s;t tie</L>
<L>Thy purer ea&s;e in their fe&s;tivity.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED><GAP DESC="foreign"> <HI>Ja. Windet</HI> M. A. Reginal.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD>Vati faelix Au&s;picium.</HEAD>
<L>SIcut multiplices varians Lu&s;cinia voces</L>
<L>Fit tandem mortis Praefica laeta &s;uae,</L>
<L>Enthea &s;ic tua &s;unt modulamina, Die Poeta,</L>
<L>At, qu&ograve; funus avi flebile, vita tibi.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>R. Mar&s;hall S. I. C.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="9">
<HEAD>To his honour'd friend M^r. <HI>J. H.</HI></HEAD>
<L>FRuites that ari&s;e in ha&s;t, do &s;oon,</L>
<L>Once nipt by piercing blasts, fall down;</L>
<L>Thy youth &s;uch &s;udden blooms did give</L>
<L>As may even Scythyan fro&s;ts &s;urvive,</L>
<L>And (manger Tempe&s;ts) &s;till be &s;een</L>
<L>Like youthfull Ivie clad in Green.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED><HI>T. Smithsby</HI> S^t. J. C. Gent.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD>To his admired friend M^r. <HI>Jo. Hall</HI></HEAD>
<L>VVElcome (bright Sunne) into our Hemi&s;phere</L>
<L>Now thou art ri&s;en we all di&s;appear</L>
<L>As &s;malle&s;t &s;parks. Mount higher yet and make</L>
<L>All Arts and &s;ciences thy Zodiake:</L>
<L>I &s;hould de&s;ire to be thy Mercury,</L>
<L>Could I (though but un&s;een) keep pace with thee.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED><HI>Edw. Holland</HI> S^t. Johns Coll. Gent.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="9">
<HEAD>To the no le&s;&s;e knowing then ingenious, <HI>M^r. Hall</HI> on his ignorant Detractors.</HEAD>
<L>THou need'&s;t no no&s;e-le&s;&s;e monuments di&s;play</L>
<L>Or Ear-cropp'd Images: leave that by-way</L>
<L>To tho&s;e who are contented to be known</L>
<L>By their fore-fathers Virtues, not their own:</L>
<L>Tho&s;e who &s;carce other worth acknowledge will</L>
<L>Then what each Taylor puts into his hill,</L>
<L>Such plumed E&s;trages, 'tis hard to &s;ay</L>
<L>Whether the feathers or the Head out-weigh:</L>
<L>Thou &s;corn'&s;t the&s;e cheats, thy works purcha&s;e thee more</L>
<L>Then they can &s;wappe there Heritages for,</L>
<L>A name (I mean) 'mongst tho&s;e who do advance</L>
<L>Learning as much as they hugge Ignorance.</L>
<L>Thou was a Ne&s;tor in thine Infancy,</L>
<L>Should they live Ne&s;tor's years they'd Infants die.</L>
<L>When e're they learn, what thou could'st teach at <HI>Tenne,</HI></L>
<L>The world in Charity &s;hall call them Men.</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Dwarf</HI> and <HI>Gyant</HI> may fit emblems be</L>
<L>Of what proportion is 'twixt them and thee.</L>
<L><PB REF="10">Could'&s;t thou bedwarfe thy &s;oul, thou might'&s;t de&s;cend</L>
<L>Perhaps to plea&s;e the&s;e <HI>Gallants,</HI> and &s;o blend</L>
<L>Words with them now and then, and make a noi&s;e</L>
<L>'Bout &s;ome <HI>Gay-nothing,</HI> or <HI>them&s;elves:</HI> &s;uch Toyes</L>
<L>Could'&s;t thou like, they would Thee; till then expect</L>
<L><HI>Poems</HI> from them as &s;oon as not-neglect.</L>
<L>If they commend one ver&s;e which thou hast writ,</L>
<L>That Ver&s;e &s;hall be 'mong&s;t thy Errata's &s;et.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED><HI>Jo. Paw&s;on</HI> Fell. of S^t. Johns Coll.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<PB N="1" REF="10" MS="y">
<HEAD>POEMS. The fir&s;t Book.</HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>A Satyre.</HEAD>
<L>_PRay let m' alone, what do you think can I</L>
<L>Be &s;till, while Pamphlets thus like hail&s;tons fly</L>
<L>About mine eares? when every other day</L>
<L>Such huge Gigantick volumes doth di&s;play,</L>
<L>As great Knockfergus &s;elf could hardly bear,</L>
<L>Though he can on his knee th' ale &s;tandard rear,</L>
<L>To &s;ee &s;uch Paper-tyrants reign, who pre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Whole harmle&s;&s;e <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="crossed out" EXTENT="1 word"> to death, which nere the le&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Are dogd by wor&s;er fates, <HI>Tobacco</HI> can</L>
<L>Calcine them &s;oon to du&s;t, the dripping-pan</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ack them to th' dung hill, if they Groc'ry meet</L>
<L>They do the office of a winding &s;heet:</L>
<L>How better were it for you to remain</L>
<L>(Poore Quires) in ancient raggs, then thus &s;u&s;tain</L>
<L><PB N="2" REF="11">Such antick forms of tortures, then to lie</L>
<L>In &s;weating Tubs, and thus unpittyed fry,</L>
<L>Y' are Common-drudges of the world, if 't chance</L>
<L>A Pedant mend his &s;hoes, you mu&s;t advance</L>
<L>To <HI>Francforth</HI> Mart, and there demurely &s;tand</L>
<L>Cloath'd in old &s;u&s;tian raggs, and &s;hake the hand</L>
<L>With every grea&s;ie Dutchman, who perhaps</L>
<L>Puts ye 'ith' &s;elfe&s;ame pocket with his &s;craps;</L>
<L>Or if you into &s;ome blind Convent fly</L>
<L>Y' are inqui&s;ition'd &s;traight for here&s;ie,</L>
<L>Unle&s;&s;e your dareing Fronti&s;pice can tell</L>
<L>News of a Relick, or brave Miracle;</L>
<L>Then are you entertaind, and deskt up by</L>
<L>Our Ladies P&s;alter and the Ro&s;ary;</L>
<L>There to remain, till that their wi&s;domes plea&s;e</L>
<L>To let you loo&s;e among the Novices,</L>
<L>But if you light at Court, unle&s;&s;e you can</L>
<L>Audaciou&s;ly claw &s;ome yong Nobleman,</L>
<L>Admire the choyce&s;t Beauties of the Court,</L>
<L>Abu&s;e the country Par&s;on, and make &s;port,</L>
<L>Chalke out &s;et forms of Complements, and tell</L>
<L>Which Fa&s;hions on which bodyes might do well,</L>
<L><PB N="3" REF="11">No &s;urer paints my Lady, then you &s;hall</L>
<L>Into di&s;grace irrevocably fall,</L>
<L>But if you melt in oyly lines, and &s;well</L>
<L>With amorous deep expre&s;&s;ions, and can tell</L>
<L>Quaint tales of Lu&s;t, and make Antiquity</L>
<L>A patron of black Patches, and deny</L>
<L>That perrucks are unlawfull, and be &s;aint</L>
<L>Old Je&s;abel for &s;hewing how to paint,</L>
<L>Then th' art my Golden book, then mai&s;t thou lie</L>
<L>Adornd with plu&s;h or &s;ome embrodery</L>
<L>Upon her Lady&s;hips own Couch, where ne're</L>
<L>A book that ta&s;ts Religion dare appear:</L>
<L>Thus mu&s;t ye wretched &s;hreds comply and bend</L>
<L>To every humour, or your con&s;tant friend</L>
<L>The Stationer will never give you room,</L>
<L>Y' are younger brothers welcome&s;t from home,</L>
<L>Yet to &s;peak truely 'tis your ju&s;t de&s;erts</L>
<L>To run &s;uch various hazards and &s;uch thwarts,</L>
<L>Suppo&s;e ye that the world is peopled now</L>
<L>With Cocknies or old women, that allow</L>
<L>Canon to every fable; that can &s;oon</L>
<L>Per&s;wade them&s;elves the A&s;&s;e drunk up the Moon,</L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="12">That Fairies pinch the peccant maids, that pies</L>
<L>Do ever love to pick at witches eyes,</L>
<L>That moun&s;ieur Tom-thumb on a pins-point lay,</L>
<L>That Pictrees feed the Divel nine times a day,</L>
<L>Yet &s;uch authentick &s;tories do appear</L>
<L>In no wor&s;e Garb then folio, and &s;till bear</L>
<L>No meaner badge then <HI>Aristotles</HI> name,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e de&s;cent from reverend <HI>Plinie</HI> claime;</L>
<L>One in a humour gives great <HI>Homer</HI> th' lie,</L>
<L>And plea&s;es to annihilate poore <HI>Troy;</HI></L>
<L>Another &s;courges <HI>Virgil,</HI> cau&s;e 'tis &s;aid</L>
<L>His fiction is not in due order laid:</L>
<L>This will create a mon&s;ter, this will rai&s;e</L>
<L>A ne're found mountain, this will poure out &s;eas,</L>
<L>This great <HI>Camillus</HI> to a reckoning calls</L>
<L>For giving &s;o much money to the Gauls,</L>
<L>This counts how much the &s;tate of <HI>Egypt</HI> made</L>
<L>Of frogs that in the flime of <HI>Nilus</HI> laid,</L>
<L>We'l not di&s;ge&s;t the&s;e gudgeons, th' world is now</L>
<L>At age, if 't do not towards dotage grow,</L>
<L>That &s;tarch't out beard that &s;its in th' Porph'ry chaire</L>
<L>And but for's crown's light headed, cannot erre,</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="12"><HI>Barthius</HI> has read all books, <HI>Jos. Scaliger</HI></L>
<L>Proportiond lately the Diameter</L>
<L>Unto the circle <HI>Galileo's</HI> found,</L>
<L>Though not drunk, thinking that the earth ran round;</L>
<L><HI>Tycho</HI> has tumbled down the orbs, and now</L>
<L>Fine tenuous aire doth in there places grow;</L>
<L><HI>Maurolycus</HI> at length has ca&s;t it even</L>
<L>How many pul&s;es journey 'tis to heaven,</L>
<L>A world of &s;uch knacks know we, think ye then</L>
<L>Sooner to peep out then be kikt from men;</L>
<L>Whether ye gallop in light rithmes, or cho&s;e</L>
<L>Gently to amble in a york-&s;hire pro&s;e;</L>
<L>Whether ye bring &s;ome indige&s;ted news</L>
<L>From Spani&s;h Surgeons, or Italian &s;tews;</L>
<L>Whether ye fiercely rai&s;e &s;ome fal&s;e Alarm,</L>
<L>And in a rage the Janizaries arm;</L>
<L>Whether ye reinforce old times, and con</L>
<L>What kind of &s;tuff Adam's fir&s;t &s;uit was on;</L>
<L>Whether Ev's toes had cornes; or whether he</L>
<L>Did cut his beard &s;padwi&s;e or like a T:</L>
<L>Such brokage as is this will never do 't</L>
<L>We mu&s;t have matter and good words to boot,</L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="13">And yet how &s;eldome meet they? mo&s;t our rithmes</L>
<L>Rally in tunes but &s;peak no &s;en&s;e like chimes:</L>
<L>Grave deep di&s;cour&s;es full as ragged be</L>
<L>As are their Authours doublets, you'l not &s;ee</L>
<L>A word creep in, that cannot quickly &s;how</L>
<L>A Genealogy to th' ark of Noah,</L>
<L>Or at the lea&s;t pleads not pre&s;cription</L>
<L>From that great Cradle of Confu&s;ion:</L>
<L>What Pamphlet is there, where &s;ome Arabick</L>
<L>Scour's not the coa&s;t? from whence you may not pick</L>
<L>Some <HI>Chine&s;e</HI> Character or My&s;tick &s;pell,</L>
<L>Whereon the Criticks for an age may dwell,</L>
<L>Where there's &s;ome &s;entence to be under&s;tood</L>
<L>As hard to find as where old Athens &s;tood:</L>
<L>Why do we live, why do our pul&s;es beat?</L>
<L>To &s;pend our brave&s;t flames our noble&s;t heat</L>
<L>On &s;uch poore triflles? to enlarge the day</L>
<L>By gloomy lamps, yet for no other prey</L>
<L>Then a Moatheaten Radix, or to know</L>
<L>The fa&s;hion of Deucalion's mothers &s;hooe,</L>
<L>It will not quit the co&s;t, that men &s;hould &s;pend</L>
<L>Them&s;elves, time, money to no other end;</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="13">That people &s;hould with &s;uch a deal of pains</L>
<L>Buy knowing nothing, and wi&s;emens di&s;dains:</L>
<L>But to prevent this, the more Politick &s;ort</L>
<L>Of parents will to handycrafts re&s;ort,</L>
<L>If they ob&s;erve their children do produce</L>
<L>Some fla&s;hings of a mounting genius,</L>
<L>Then mu&s;t they with all diligence invade</L>
<L>Some ri&s;ing calling or &s;ome gainfull trade,</L>
<L>But if it chance they have one leaden &s;oul</L>
<L>Born for to number eggs he mu&s;t to &s;chool,</L>
<L>E&s;peciall' if &s;ome patron will engage</L>
<L>Th' advow&s;on of a neighbouring vicarage;</L>
<L>Strange hedly Medly! who would make his &s;wine</L>
<L>Turn Grey-hounds, or hunt foxes with his kine?</L>
<L>Who would employ his Sadle-nagg to come</L>
<L>And hold a trencher in the Dining-roome?</L>
<L>Who would engage S^r James that knows not what</L>
<L>His Ca&s;&s;ock's made of, in affairs of &s;tate?</L>
<L>Or pluck a <HI>Richeleiu</HI> from the Helm to try</L>
<L>Conclu&s;ions to &s;till Children when they cry?</L>
<L>Who would employ a Countrey-&s;choolma&s;ter</L>
<L>To Con&s;true to his boyes &s;ome new found &s;tar?</L>
<L><PB N="8" REF="14">Poore leaden creatures yet &s;hap'd out to rule,</L>
<L>Perpetuall Dictatours in a School,</L>
<L>Nor do you want your rods, though onely fed</L>
<L>With &s;craps of Tully and cour&s;e barly bread;</L>
<L>Great threadbare Princes, which like Che&s;&s;-kings brave</L>
<L>No longer then your Mai&s;ters give you leave,</L>
<L>Who&s;e large dominions in &s;ome brew-hou&s;e lies,</L>
<L>A&s;&s;es commands o're you, you over boyes;</L>
<L>Who &s;till po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e the Lodgings next the leads,</L>
<L>And cheat your Ladyes of their waiting maids,</L>
<L>Who if &s;ome lowly carriage do befriend</L>
<L>May grace the table at the lower end,</L>
<L>Upon condition that ye fairly ri&s;e</L>
<L>At the fir&s;t entrance of th' Potato pies,</L>
<L>And while his Lord&s;hip for di&s;cour&s;e doth call</L>
<L>You do not let one dram of Latin fall;</L>
<L>But tell how bravely your young Ma&s;ter &s;wears</L>
<L>Which dogs be&s;t like his fancie, and what ears;</L>
<L>How much he undervalues learning, and</L>
<L>sTakes plea&s;ure in a Sparrow-hauk well mand;</L>
<L>How oft he bears his foot-boy, and will dare</L>
<L>To gallop when no &s;erving man is near;</L>
<L><PB N="9" REF="14">How he black berries from the bu&s;hes caught</L>
<L>When antidoted with a mornings-draught;</L>
<L>How rather then he'l con&s;true Greek he'l cho&s;e</L>
<L>To engli&s;h Ovids <HI>Arte</HI> into pro&s;e:</L>
<L>Such talk is for his Lord&s;hips palate, he</L>
<L>Takes much delight in &s;uch like trumpery,</L>
<L>But &s;till remember ye forbear to pre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Un&s;ea&s;onably &s;ome morall &s;entences,</L>
<L>Take head by all means how rough <HI>Seneca</HI></L>
<L>Sally into your talk, that man they &s;ay</L>
<L>Rails again&s;t drinking healths, and merits hate</L>
<L>As &s;ure as <HI>Ornis</HI> mockt a Graduate;</L>
<L>What a grand ornament our Gentry would</L>
<L>Soon loo&s;e, if every rug-gown might be bold</L>
<L>To rail at &s;uch Heroick feats? pray who</L>
<L>Could honour's Mi&s;tris health, if this did grow</L>
<L>Once out of fa&s;hion? 'las fine Idols they</L>
<L>Ere &s;ince poore Cheap&s;ide Cro&s;&s;e in rubbidge lay,</L>
<L>Ere &s;ince the Play-hou&s;es did want their prea&s;e,</L>
<L>And Players lay a&s;leep like Dormou&s;es,</L>
<L>Have &s;uffred too too much, be not &s;o &s;owre</L>
<L>With tender beauties they had once &s;ome power,</L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="15">Take that away what do you leave them? what?</L>
<L>To Mar&s;hall fancies in a young&s;ters hat.</L>
<L>And well &s;o too, &s;ince feathers were ca&s;hier'd</L>
<L>The Ribbands have been to &s;ome office reard,</L>
<L>Tis hard to meet a Lan&s;pre&s;ado, where</L>
<L>Some ells of favours do not &s;traight appear</L>
<L>Pla&s;terd and dawbed o're and garni&s;hed</L>
<L>As feathers on a Southern-hacneys head,</L>
<L>Which if but ty'd together might at lea&s;t</L>
<L>Trace Alexanders Conque&s;ts o're the Ea&s;t,</L>
<L>Or &s;titch't into a web, &s;upply anew</L>
<L>With annuary cloakes the wandring Jew,</L>
<L>So learnd an age we live in, all are now</L>
<L>Turn'd poets, &s;ince their heads with fancyes glow,</L>
<L>'Las Poets! yes! O beat me witne&s;&s;e all</L>
<L>Short-winded ballads, or what ere may fall</L>
<L>Within the verge of three half quarters, &s;ay</L>
<L>Produce we not more poems in a day,</L>
<L>(By this account) then waves on waves do break</L>
<L>Or Countrey Ju&s;tices fal&s;e Engli&s;h &s;peak;</L>
<L>Suppo&s;e dame Julia's Me&s;&s;et thinkes it meet</L>
<L>To droop or hold up one of 'ts hinder feet,</L>
<L><PB N="11" REF="15">What &s;warms of &s;onnets ri&s;e? how every wit</L>
<L>Capers on &s;uch an accident, to fit</L>
<L>Words to her faire&s;hips grief? but if by fate</L>
<L>Some long pre&s;umptuous &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="3 letters"> do boldly grate</L>
<L>Don Hugo's dublet ther's a &s;tirre as though</L>
<L>Nile &s;hould his ancient limits overflow,</L>
<L>Or &s;ome cur&s;t Trea&s;on would blow up the &s;tate</L>
<L>As &s;ure as Game&s;ters u&s;e to lie too late:</L>
<L>But if &s;ome fortune cogge them into Love,</L>
<L>In what a fifteenth &s;phear then do they move?</L>
<L>Not the lea&s;t tittle of a word is &s;et</L>
<L>That is not flanck't with a &s;tout Epithet,</L>
<L>What rocks of Diamonds pre&s;ently ari&s;e</L>
<L>In the &s;oft Quagmires of two &s;quinting eyes?</L>
<L>How teeth Di&s;colour'd and half rotten bee</L>
<L>Transformed into Pearl or Ivory?</L>
<L>How every word's changd to a fine&s;t note?</L>
<L>And Jndian gummes are planted in her throat,</L>
<L>Speak in good earne&s;t, are they not wor&s;e then boyes</L>
<L>Of foure year old, to dote on painted toyes?</L>
<L>Yet O how frequent! mo&s;t our Sages &s;hake</L>
<L>Off there old furres, and needs will Laurels take,</L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="16">That it will be no wonder to rehear&s;e</L>
<L>The crabde&s;t of Geometry in ver&s;e,</L>
<L>Or from the du&s;t of knotty <HI>Suarez</HI> &s;ee</L>
<L>A &s;trange production of &s;ome poetry:</L>
<L>But &s;tay too lavi&s;h mu&s;e, where run you, &s;tay,</L>
<L>Take head your tongue bite not your eares away:</L>
<L>Be&s;ides y' have other bu&s;ine&s;&s;e, and you might</L>
<L>More fitly far with teares then gall endight.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="13" REF="16">
<HEAD>Upon <HI>T. R.</HI> a very little man but excellently Learned.</HEAD>
<L>MAkes Nature maps? &s;ince that in thee</L>
<L>Sh' has drawn an Univer&s;ity,</L>
<L>Or &s;trives &s;he in &s;o &s;mall a peece</L>
<L>To &s;umme the Arts and Sciences?</L>
<L>Once &s;he writ onely Texthand, when</L>
<L>She &s;cribled Giants and no men:</L>
<L>But now in her decrepit yeares</L>
<L>She da&s;hes Dwarfs in Characters,</L>
<L>And makes one &s;ingle farthing bear</L>
<L>The Creed, Commandments and Lords-prayer:</L>
<L>Would &s;he turn Art and imitate</L>
<L><HI>Monte-regio's</HI> flying gnat?</L>
<L>Would &s;he the Golden Legend &s;hut</L>
<L>Within the Cloy&s;ter of a nut?</L>
<L>Or el&s;e a musket bullet rear</L>
<L>Into a va&s;t and mighty &s;phear?</L>
<L>Or pen an Eagle in the Caul</L>
<L>Of a &s;lender Nightingall?</L>
<L><PB N="14" REF="17">Or &s;hew &s;he Pigmies can create</L>
<L>Not too little but too great?</L>
<L>How comes it that &s;he thus Converts</L>
<L>So &s;mall a <HI>totum</HI> and great parts?</L>
<L>Strives &s;he now to turn awry</L>
<L>The quick &s;cent of Philo&s;ophie?</L>
<L>How, &s;o little matter can</L>
<L>So mon&s;trous big a form contain,</L>
<L>What &s;hall we call (it would be known)</L>
<L>This Gyant and this Dwarf in one?</L>
<L>His age is blab'd by &s;ilver haires,</L>
<L>His limbs &s;till cry out want of years,</L>
<L>So &s;mall a body in a Cage</L>
<L>May choo&s;e a &s;patious Hermitage,</L>
<L>So great a Soul doth fret and fume</L>
<L>At th' narrow world for want of room,</L>
<L>Strange Conjunction! here is grown</L>
<L>A Molehill and the Alpes in one,</L>
<L>In th' &s;elf &s;ame action we may call</L>
<L>Nature both thrift and Prodigall.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="15" REF="17">
<HEAD>A Sea Dialogue.</HEAD>
<LG>
<HEAD>Palurus.</HEAD>
<L>MY Antinetta though thou be</L>
<L>More white, then fome wherewith a wave</L>
<L>Broke in his wrath be&s;mears the &s;ea;</L>
<L>Yet art thou harder then this cave.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Antinetta.</HEAD>
<L>Though thou be fairer then the light,</L>
<L>Which doubting Pilots onely mind</L>
<L>That they may &s;teere there cour&s;e aright,</L>
<L>Yet art thou lighter then the wind:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Palurus.</HEAD>
<L>And &s;hall I not be chang'd? when thou</L>
<L>Ha&s;t fraught Medorus with thy heart,</L>
<L>And as a-long the &s;ands we go</L>
<L>To gather &s;hells, do's take his part?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Antinetta.</HEAD>
<L>What &s;hall not I congeal to &s;ee</L>
<L>Doris the Balla&s;t of thine arms?</L>
<L>(Which have &s;o oft encompa&s;&s;'d me)</L>
<L>Now pinion'd by her faithle&s;&s;e charms;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="16" REF="18">
<HEAD>Palurus.</HEAD>
<L>What if I henceforth &s;hall di&s;dain</L>
<L>The golden tre&s;&s;ed Doris love?</L>
<L>And Antinetta &s;erve again,</L>
<L>And in that &s;ervice con&s;tant prove?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Antinetta.</HEAD>
<L>Though mighty Neptune cannot &s;tand</L>
<L>Before Medorus, and thou be</L>
<L>Re&s;tle&s;&s;e as whirle-pool's, fal&s;e as &s;and;</L>
<L>Yet will I live and die with thee,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Palurus.</HEAD>
<L>Nay live, and le&s;t one &s;ingle death</L>
<L>Should wrack thee, take this life of mine,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Antinetta.</HEAD>
<L>Thou but exchanged with that breath,</L>
<L>Thy Antinetta's &s;oul for thine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Chorus.</HEAD>
<L>How powerfull 's love! which like a flame</L>
<L>That &s;ever'd, reunites more clo&s;e!</L>
<L>Or like a broken limb in frame</L>
<L>That ever after firmer grows.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="17" REF="18">
<HEAD>Upon the Kings Great Porter.</HEAD>
<L>SIr, or great Grand&s;ire, who&s;e Va&s;t bulk may be</L>
<L>A burying place for all your Pedegree:</L>
<L>Thou moving Colo&s;&s;e, for who&s;e goodly face</L>
<L>The Rhyne can hardly make a Looking-gla&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>What piles of victualls had thou need to chew,</L>
<L>Ten Woods or Marrets throats were not enew:</L>
<L>Dwarf was he who&s;e wifes bracelet fit his thumb,</L>
<L>It would not on thy little finger came:</L>
<L>If Jove in getting Hercules &s;pent three</L>
<L>Nights, he might &s;pend fifteen in getting thee:</L>
<L>What name or title &s;uits thy greatne&s;&s;e, Thou,</L>
<L><HI>Aldiboronifu&s;cophonio?</HI></L>
<L>When Gyants warr'd with <HI>Jove</HI> had&s;t thou been one,</L>
<L>Where others oaks, thou would&s;t have mountains thrown;</L>
<L>Wer'&s;t thou but &s;ick what help could ere be wrought,</L>
<L>Unle&s;&s;e Phy&s;icians po&s;ted down thy throat;</L>
<L>Were thou to die and <HI>Xerxes</HI> living, hee</L>
<L>Would not pare <HI>Athos</HI> for to cover thee;</L>
<L>Were thou t' embalme the Surgeons needs mu&s;t &s;cale</L>
<L>Thy body, as when Labourers dig a whale:</L>
<L><PB N="18" REF="19">Great Sir, a people kneaded up in one,</L>
<L>Wee'l weigh thee by Ship-burdens not by th' &s;tone;</L>
<L>What tempe&s;ts might&s;t thou rai&s;e, what whirle-winds, when</L>
<L>Thou breaths, thou great Leviathan of men:</L>
<L>Bend but thine eye, a Countreyman would &s;wear</L>
<L>A Regiment of Spaniards quartered there:</L>
<L>Smooth but thy brow they 'l &s;ay there were a plain</L>
<L>T' act York and Lanca&s;ter once o're again!</L>
<L>That pocket Pi&s;toll of the Queens might be</L>
<L>Thy pocket Pi&s;toll, &s;ans Hyperbole;</L>
<L>Ab&s;tain from Garri&s;ons, &s;ince thou may eat</L>
<L>The <HI>Turks</HI> or <HI>Mogulls</HI> tit<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="3 letters"> at a bit:</L>
<L>Plant &s;ome new Land, which ne're will empty be</L>
<L>If &s;he enjoy her Savages in thee:</L>
<L>Get from among&s;t us &s;ince we onely can</L>
<L>Appear like skulls marcht o're by <HI>Tamberlane.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="19" REF="19">
<HEAD>A Burning-gla&s;&s;e.</HEAD>
<L>STrange Chimi&s;try! can du&s;t and &s;and produce</L>
<L>So pure a body and Diaphanous;</L>
<L>Strange kind of Court&s;hip! that the amorous Sun</L>
<L>T' imbrace a Min'rall twi&s;ts his rayes in one,</L>
<L>Talk of the heav'ns mockt by a &s;phear, alas</L>
<L>The Sun it &s;elf 's here in a piece of gla&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>Let Magnets drag ba&s;e iron, this alone</L>
<L>Can to her icie bo&s;ome winne the Sun;</L>
<L>Witches may cheat us of his light a while,</L>
<L>But this can him even of him&s;elf beguile:</L>
<L>In Heaven he &s;taggers to both Tropicks, here</L>
<L>He keeps fixt re&s;idence all times of th' year,</L>
<L>Here 's a perpetuall <HI>Sol&s;tice,</HI> here he lies</L>
<L>Not on a bed of water but of ice;</L>
<L>How well by this him&s;elf abridge, he might</L>
<L>Redeem the <HI>Scythians</HI> from their lingring night?</L>
<L>Well by this gla&s;&s;ie proxey might he roule</L>
<L>Beyond th' Ecliptick, and warm either pole;</L>
<L>Had but <HI>Prometheus</HI> bin &s;o wi&s;e, h' had ne're</L>
<L>Scal'd heaven to light his torch, but lighted here;</L>
<L><PB N="20" REF="20">Had <HI>Archimedes</HI> once but known this u&s;e</L>
<L>H' had burnt <HI>Marcellus</HI> from proud Syracu&s;e;</L>
<L>Had <HI>Vesta's</HI> maids of honour this but &s;een,</L>
<L>Their Ladys fire had ne're extingui&s;ht been;</L>
<L>Hells Engines might have fini&s;ht their de&s;igne</L>
<L>Of powder (but that heav'n did Countermine)</L>
<L>Had they but thought of this; th' Egyptians may</L>
<L>Well hatch their eggs without the midwife clay;</L>
<L>Why do not puling Lovers this devi&s;e</L>
<L>For a fit Emblem of their Mi&s;tres eyes?</L>
<L>They call them Diamonds, and &s;ay th' have been</L>
<L>Reduc'd by them to a&s;hes all within;</L>
<L>But they'l a&s;&s;um't, and ever hence 'twill pa&s;&s;e</L>
<L>A Mi&s;tris eye is but Loves Burning-gla&s;&s;e.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="21" REF="20">
<HEAD>The Call.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Romira,</HI> &s;tay,</L>
<L>And run not thus like a young Roe away,</L>
<L>No enemie</L>
<L>Pur&s;ues thee (fooli&s;h girle) tis onely I,</L>
<L>I'le keep off harms,</L>
<L>If thou'l be plea&s;'d to garri&s;on mine arms;</L>
<L>What do&s;t thou fear</L>
<L>I'le turn a Traitour? may the&s;e Ro&s;es here</L>
<L>To palene&s;&s;e &s;hred,</L>
<L>And Lilies &s;tand di&s;gui&s;ed in new Red,</L>
<L>If that I lay</L>
<L>A &s;nare, wherein thou would&s;t not gladly &s;tay;</L>
<L>See fee the Sunne</L>
<L>Does &s;lowly to his azure Lodging run,</L>
<L>Come &s;it but here</L>
<L>And pre&s;ently hee'l quit our Hempi&s;phere,</L>
<L>So &s;till among</L>
<L>Lovers, time is too &s;hort or el&s;e too long;</L>
<L>Here will we &s;pin</L>
<L><PB N="22" REF="21">Legends for them that have Love Martyrs been,</L>
<L>Here on this plain</L>
<L>Wee'l talk <HI>Narci&s;&s;us</HI> to a flour again;</L>
<L>Come here, and cho&s;e</L>
<L>On which of the&s;e proud plats thou would repo&s;e,</L>
<L>Here mai&s;t thou &s;hame</L>
<L>The ru&s;ty Violets, with the Crim&s;on flame</L>
<L>Of either cheek,</L>
<L>And Primro&s;es white as thy fingers &s;eek,</L>
<L>Nay, thou mai&s;t prove</L>
<L>That mans mo&s;t Noble Pa&s;&s;ion is to Love.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>An Eunuch.</HEAD>
<L>THou Newter Gender! whom a gown</L>
<L>Can make a woman, Breeches none:</L>
<L>Created one thing, made another,</L>
<L>Not a Si&s;ter, &s;carce a Brother:</L>
<L>Jack of both &s;ides, that may beare</L>
<L>Or a di&s;taff or a &s;pear,</L>
<L>If thy fortunes thither call,</L>
<L><PB N="23" REF="21">Be the <HI>Gran Signor's</HI> generall,</L>
<L>Or if thou fancie not that trade,</L>
<L>Turn th' <HI>Sultana's</HI> Chamber-maid;</L>
<L>A Medall where grim <HI>Mars</HI> turnd right</L>
<L>Proves a &s;miling <HI>Aphrodite;</HI></L>
<L>How doth Nature quible either</L>
<L>He, or &s;he, Boy, Girle, or neither;</L>
<L>Thou may &s;erve great <HI>Jove</HI> in &s;tead</L>
<L>Of <HI>Hebe</HI> both and <HI>Ganymed,</HI></L>
<L>A face both &s;tern and mild, checkes bare</L>
<L>That &s;till do onely promi&s;e haire,</L>
<L>Old <HI>Cybele</HI> the fir&s;t in all</L>
<L>This humane predicamentall Scale,</L>
<L>Why would &s;he choo&s;e her Prie&s;ts to be</L>
<L>Such Individuums as ye?</L>
<L>Such <HI>In&s;ecta's,</HI> added on</L>
<L>To Creatures by &s;ub&s;traction,</L>
<L>In whom Nature claims no part,</L>
<L>Ye onely being words of Art.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="24" REF="22">
<HEAD>The Lure.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1</HEAD>
<L>FArewell, nay prethee turn again,</L>
<L>Rather then loo&s;e thee, I'le arraigne</L>
<L>My &s;elf before thee, thou (mo&s;t fair) &s;hall be</L>
<L>Thy &s;elf the Judge,</L>
<L>I'le never grudge</L>
<L>A law ordain'd by thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2</HEAD>
<L>Pray do but &s;ee, how every Ro&s;e</L>
<L>A &s;anguine vi&s;age doth di&s;clo&s;e,</L>
<L>O &s;ee what Aromatick gu&s;ts they breath,</L>
<L>Come here, we'le &s;it</L>
<L>And learn to knit</L>
<L>Them up into a wreath.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3</HEAD>
<L>With that wreath Crowned &s;halt thou be,</L>
<L>Not grac't by it, but it by thee,</L>
<L>Then &s;hall the fawning Zephirs wait to heare</L>
<L>What thou &s;halt &s;ay,</L>
<L>And &s;oftly play,</L>
<L>While new's to me they beare.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<PB N="25" REF="22">
<HEAD>4</HEAD>
<L>See how they revelling appear</L>
<L>Within the windings of thy hair,</L>
<L>See how they &s;teal the choyce&s;t odors from</L>
<L>The balmy &s;pring,</L>
<L>That they may bring</L>
<L>Them to thee, when they come.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5</HEAD>
<L>Look how the Daffidills ari&s;e</L>
<L>Cheer'd by the influence of thine eyes,</L>
<L>And others emulating them deny</L>
<L>They cannot &s;train</L>
<L>To bloom again,</L>
<L>Where &s;uch &s;trong beams do fly.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>6</HEAD>
<L>Be not ungratefull, but lie down</L>
<L>Since for thy &s;ake &s;o brisk they're grown,</L>
<L>And &s;uch a Downy carpet have be&s;pred,</L>
<L>That pure delight</L>
<L>Is fre&s;hly dight</L>
<L>And trickt in white and red.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<PB N="26" REF="23">
<HEAD>7</HEAD>
<L>Be Conquerd by &s;uch charms there &s;hall</L>
<L>Not alwayes &s;uch enticements fall,</L>
<L>What know we whether that rich &s;pring of light</L>
<L>Will &s;tanch his &s;treams</L>
<L>Of Golden beams,</L>
<L>Ere the approach of Night.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>8</HEAD>
<L>How know we whether't &s;hall not be</L>
<L>The la&s;t to either thee or me,</L>
<L>He can at will his ancient brightne&s;&s;e gain,</L>
<L>But thou and I</L>
<L>When we &s;hall die</L>
<L>Shall &s;till in du&s;t remain,</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>9</HEAD>
<L>Come prethee come wee'l now e&s;&s;ay</L>
<L>To piece the &s;cantne&s;&s;e of the day,</L>
<L>Wee'l pluck the wheels from th' Chariot of the &s;un</L>
<L>That he may give</L>
<L>Us time to live</L>
<L>Till that our &s;cene be done;</L>
</LG>
<LG N="10">
<PB N="27" REF="23">
<HEAD>10</HEAD>
<L>W' are in the blo&s;&s;ome of our age,</L>
<L>Let us dance o're, not tread the &s;tage,</L>
<L>Though fear and &s;orrow &s;trive to pull us back,</L>
<L>And &s;till pre&s;ent</L>
<L>Doubts of content,</L>
<L>They &s;hall not make us &s;lack:</L>
</LG>
<LG N="11">
<HEAD>11</HEAD>
<L>Wee'l &s;uffer viperous thoughts and cares</L>
<L>To follow after &s;ilver hairs,</L>
<L>Let's not anticipate them long before,</L>
<L>When they begin</L>
<L>To enter in</L>
<L>Each Minute they'l grow more,</L>
</LG>
<LG N="12">
<HEAD>12</HEAD>
<L>No, no, <HI>Romira</HI> &s;ee this brook</L>
<L>How 't would its po&s;ting cour&s;e revoke</L>
<L>Ere it &s;hall in the Ocean mingled lie,</L>
<L>And what I pray</L>
<L>May cau&s;e this &s;tay?</L>
<L>But to atte&s;t our joy;</L>
</LG>
<LG N="13">
<PB N="28" REF="24">
<HEAD>13</HEAD>
<L>Far be't from lu&s;t, &s;uch wildfire ne're</L>
<L>Shall dare to lurk or kindle here,</L>
<L>Diviner flames &s;hall in our fanties <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">oule,</L>
<L>Which not depre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>To earthline&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>But elevate the Soul.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="14">
<HEAD>14</HEAD>
<L>Then &s;hall aggrandia'd love confe&s;&s;e</L>
<L>That &s;ouls can mingle &s;ub&s;tances,</L>
<L>That hearts can ea&s;'ly counter-changed be,</L>
<L>Or at the lea&s;t</L>
<L>Can alter brea&s;ts,</L>
<L>When brea&s;ts them&s;elves agree.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="29" REF="24">
<HEAD>The Morning-star.</HEAD>
<L>STill Herald of the morn, who&s;e ray</L>
<L>Being Page, and U&s;her to the day,</L>
<L>Doth mourn behind the Sun, before him play;</L>
<L>Who &s;ets a golden Signall, e're</L>
<L>The bat retire, the lark appear,</L>
<L>The early Cocks cry comfort, Scrich Oules fear.</L>
<L>Who wink&s;t while Lovers plight their troth,</L>
<L>Then falls a&s;leep, while they are loth</L>
<L>To part without a more ingaging Oath:</L>
<L>Steal in a Me&s;&s;age to the eyes</L>
<L>Of Julia, tell her that &s;he lies</L>
<L>Too long, thy Lord the Sun will quickly ri&s;e.</L>
<L>Yet is it midnight &s;till with me,</L>
<L>Nay wor&s;e, unle&s;&s;e that kinder &s;he</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">mile Day, and in my Zenith &s;eated be.</L>
<L>But if &s;he will Obliquely runne,</L>
<L>I needs a Calenture mu&s;t &s;hunne,</L>
<L>And like an Ethiopian hate my Sunne.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="30" REF="25">
<HEAD>Platonick love.</HEAD>
<L>COme (Deare&s;t Julia) thou and I</L>
<L>Will knit us in &s;o &s;trickt a tie,</L>
<L>As &s;hall with greater pow'r engage</L>
<L>Then feeble charms of marriage;</L>
<L>We will be friends, our thoughts &s;hall go&punc;</L>
<L>Without impeachment, too and fro,</L>
<L>The &s;ame de&s;ires &s;hall elevate</L>
<L>Our mingled &s;ouls, the &s;elf-&s;ame hate</L>
<L>Shall cau&s;e Aver&s;ion, we will beare</L>
<L>One Sympathi&s;ing hope and fear,</L>
<L>And for to move more clo&s;e, wee'l frame</L>
<L>Our triumphs and our teares the &s;ame;</L>
<L>Yet will we ne're &s;o gro&s;&s;ely dare</L>
<L>As our ignobler &s;elves &s;hall &s;hare,</L>
<L>Let men de&s;ire, like tho&s;e above</L>
<L>Unmatter'd forms, wee'l onely love;</L>
<L>And teach the ruder world to &s;hame</L>
<L>When heat encrea&s;eth to a flame:</L>
<L>Love's like a landskap which doth &s;tand</L>
<L>Smooth at a di&s;tance, rough at hand;</L>
<L>Or like a fire which from afarre</L>
<L>Doth gently warm, con&s;umes when near.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="31" REF="25">
<HEAD>To the Deformed X. R.</HEAD>
<L>AS Scriveners &s;ometime delight to &s;ee</L>
<L>Their ba&s;e&s;t writing, Nature has in thee</L>
<L>E&s;&s;ai'd how much &s;he can tran&s;gre&s;&s;e at once</L>
<L><HI>Apelles</HI> draughts, <HI>Durers</HI> proportions;</L>
<L>And for to make a je&s;t and try a wit</L>
<L>Has not <HI>(a woman)</HI> in thy forehead writ,</L>
<L>But &s;cribl'd &s;o, and gon &s;o far about</L>
<L><HI>Indagine</HI> would never &s;mell the out,</L>
<L>But might exclaim, here onely riddles be</L>
<L>And Heteroclites in Phy&s;iognomie;</L>
<L>But as the My&s;tick Hebrew backward lies,</L>
<L>And Algebra's ge&s;t by ab&s;urdities,</L>
<L>So mu&s;t we &s;pell thee, for who would &s;uppo&s;e</L>
<L>That globous piece of wane&s;cot were a no&s;e,</L>
<L>That crockt <HI>&amp;c's</HI> were wrinkles, and</L>
<L>Five <HI>Napers</HI> bones glued to a wre&s;t, an hand;</L>
<L><HI>Egyptian</HI> Antiquaries might &s;urvay</L>
<L>Here Hieroglyphicks time hath worn away,</L>
<L>And wonder at an <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> face more od</L>
<L>And antick, then was ere a <HI>Memphian</HI> God,</L>
<L><PB N="32" REF="26">Era&s;'d with more &s;trange letters then might &s;care</L>
<L>A raw and unexperienc'd Conjurer,</L>
<L>And tawny <HI>Africk</HI> blu&s;h to &s;ee her fry</L>
<L>Of Mon&s;ters in one skin &s;o kenneled lie:</L>
<L>Thou mai&s;t without a guard her de&s;erts pa&s;&s;e</L>
<L>When &s;avages but look upon thy face.</L>
<L>Were but &s;ome <HI>Pict</HI> now living, he would &s;oon</L>
<L>Deem thee a fragment of his Nation;</L>
<L>And wi&s;er <HI>Ethiopians</HI> infer</L>
<L>From thee, that &s;able's not the onely fair;</L>
<L>Thou Privative of Beauty, who&s;e one eye</L>
<L>Doth que&s;tion Metaphy&s;ick veritie;</L>
<L>Who&s;e many cro&s;&s;e a&s;pects may prove anon</L>
<L>Foulne&s;&s;e, more then a mere negation,</L>
<L>Bla&s;t one place &s;till, and never dare t'e&s;cape</L>
<L>Abroad out of thy mother darkne&s;&s;e lap,</L>
<L>Lea&s;t that thou make the world affraid, and be</L>
<L>Even hated by thy nur&s;e deformity.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="33" REF="26">
<HEAD>Julia weeping.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I</HEAD>
<L>FAire&s;t, when thine eyes did poure</L>
<L>A Chri&s;tall &s;hower,</L>
<L>I was per&s;waded that &s;ome &s;tone</L>
<L>Had liquid grown;</L>
<L>And thus amazed, &s;ure thought I</L>
<L>When &s;tones are moi&s;t &s;ome rain is nigh.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2</HEAD>
<L>Why weep'&s;t thou? cau&s;e thou cannot be</L>
<L>More hard to mee?</L>
<L>So Lione&s;&s;es pitty, &s;o</L>
<L>Do Tygres too:</L>
<L>So doth that Bird, which when &s;he's fed</L>
<L>On all the man, pines or'e the Head.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3</HEAD>
<L>Yet I'le make better Omens till</L>
<L>Event beguile,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e pearly droppes in time &s;hall be</L>
<L>A precious &s;ea;</L>
<L>And thou &s;hall like thy Corall prove,</L>
<L>Soft under water, hard above.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="34" REF="27">
<HEAD>To my honoured Noble friend <HI>THOMAS STANLEY</HI> E&s;quire, <HI>on his Poems.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHo would commend thee (friend!) &amp; thinks 't may be</L>
<L>Performed by a faint Hyperbole</L>
<L>Might al&s;o call thee but a man, or dare</L>
<L>To prai&s;e thy Mi&s;tris with the term of Faire.</L>
<L>But I, the choi&s;e&s;t of who&s;e knowledge is</L>
<L>My knowing thee, cannot &s;o gro&s;&s;ely mi&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Since thou art &s;et &s;o high, no words can give</L>
<L>An equall character, but negative.</L>
<L>Sub&s;tract the earth, and ba&s;ene&s;&s;e of this age,</L>
<L>Admit no wildfire in Poetick rage,</L>
<L>Ca&s;t out of learning what&s;oever 's vain,</L>
<L>Let Ignorance no more haunt Noblemen,</L>
<L>Nor humour Travellers, Let wits be free</L>
<L>From over-weening, and the re&s;t is Thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thee noble &s;oul! who&s;e early flights are farre</L>
<L>Sublimer then old Eagles &s;oarings are,</L>
<L>Who light'&s;t Love's dying Torch with purer fire,</L>
<L>And breath'&s;t new life into the Teian Lyre,</L>
<L>That Lov's be&s;t Secretaries that are pa&s;t,</L>
<L>Liv'd they, might learn to love, and yet be cha&s;t.</L>
<L>Nay, Ve&s;talls might as well &s;uch &s;onnets hear,</L>
<L><PB N="35" REF="27">As keep their Vows and thy <HI>Black Riband</HI> wear;</L>
<L>So cha&s;t is all, that though in each line lie</L>
<L>More Amorettoe's then in <HI>Doris</HI> eye;</L>
<L>Yet &s;o they're charm'd, that look'd upon they prove</L>
<L>Harmle&s;&s;e as <HI>Charie&s;&s;a's</HI> nightly love:</L>
<L>So powerfull is that tongue, that hand, that can</L>
<L>Make &s;oft <HI>Jonickes</HI> turn grave <HI>Lydian;</HI></L>
<L>How oft this heavy leaden Saturnine</L>
<L>And never elevated &s;oul of mine,</L>
<L>Hath been pluck'd up by thee? and forc'd away</L>
<L>Enlarged from her &s;till adhering clay!</L>
<L>How every line &s;till plea&s;'d, when that was o're</L>
<L>I canceld it, and prai&s;'d the other more!</L>
<L>That if thou writ'&s;t but on, my thoughts &s;hall be</L>
<L>Almo&s;t engulf'd in an infinity.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But deare&s;t friend, what law's power ever gave</L>
<L>To make ones own free fir&s;tborn babe his &s;lave,</L>
<L>Nay Manumi&s;e it, for what el&s;e wilt be</L>
<L>To &s;trangle, but deny it liberty.</L>
<L>Once lend the World a day of thine, and fright</L>
<L>The trembling &s;till-born children of the night.</L>
<L>That at the la&s;t, we undeceiv'd may &s;ee</L>
<L>Theirs were but Fancies, thine is Poetrey.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sweet Swan of &s;ilver <HI>Thames!</HI> but onely &s;he</L>
<L>Sings not till death, thou in thy Infancy.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="36" REF="28">
<HEAD>To M^r. S. S.</HEAD>
<L>AS he obtaines &s;uch an enchanted skin</L>
<L>That Bullets ca&s;t aright could ne're get in,</L>
<L>Even &s;o thou Mon&s;ieur temperd ha&s;t thy name</L>
<L>That to di&s;prai&s;e the mo&s;t is yet no &s;hame;</L>
<L>To cur&s;e is to befriend, who like a Jew</L>
<L>Art both a Vagabond and mony'd too;</L>
<L>Who feed'&s;t on Hebrew rootes, and like a tare</L>
<L>Unbid, unwelcome thrive&s;t every where;</L>
<L>Who mak'&s;t all letters be thy <HI>Gutturall,</HI></L>
<L>And brings the Conjugations to <HI>Kall;</HI></L>
<L>Who though thou live by Grammer-rules, we &s;ee</L>
<L>Thou break'&s;t all Canons of Moralitie;</L>
<L>And as far as that thread-bare Cloke of thine</L>
<L>Is out of Fa&s;hion, do'&s;t from man decline;</L>
<L>And com'&s;t as near a wit, as doth a Rat</L>
<L>Match in procerity Mount Ararat;</L>
<L>And art as fit to be a brewers Punck,</L>
<L>As Sumerburn is valiant when hee's drunk.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="37" REF="28">
<HEAD>The Christall</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THis Chri&s;tall here</L>
<L>That &s;hines &s;o clear,</L>
<L>And carri's in its womb a little day;</L>
<L>Once hammerd will appear</L>
<L>Impure as du&s;t, as dark as clay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Even &s;uch will prove</L>
<L>Thy face (my love!)</L>
<L>When age &s;hall &s;oyl the lu&s;tre of thine ey's,</L>
<L>And all that Red remove</L>
<L>That on thy &s;picy lip now ly's;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor can a hand</L>
<L>Again command,</L>
<L>By any art, the&s;e ruins into frame,</L>
<L>But they will &s;everd &s;tand</L>
<L>And ne're compo&s;e the former &s;ame:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Such is the ca&s;e</L>
<L>(Love!) of thy face,</L>
<L>Both de&s;perate, in this you di&s;agree,</L>
<L>Thy beauty needs mu&s;t pa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>It (of it &s;elf) will con&s;tant be.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="38" REF="29">
<HEAD>A Rapture.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>COme Julia, come! let's once disbody, what,</L>
<L>Strait matter ties to this and not to that,</L>
<L>Wee'l di&s;ingage, our bloodle&s;&s;e form &s;hall fly</L>
<L>Beyond the reach of Earth, where ne're an eye</L>
<L>That peeps through Spectacles of fle&s;h, &s;hall know</L>
<L>Where we intend, or what we mean to do;</L>
<L>From all Contagion of the fl<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;h remov'd</L>
<L>Wee'l &s;it in Judgement, on tho&s;e Paires that lov'd</L>
<L>In old and latter times, then will we tear</L>
<L>Their Chaplets that did act by &s;lavi&s;h fear,</L>
<L>Who cheri&s;ht cau&s;ele&s;&s;e griefs, and did deny</L>
<L><HI>Cupids</HI> prerogative by doubt or &s;igh;</L>
<L>But they that mov'd by confidence, and clo&s;'d</L>
<L>In one refining flame, and never lo&s;'d</L>
<L>Their thoughts on Earth, but bravely did a&s;pire</L>
<L>Unto their proper Element of fier,</L>
<L>To the&s;e wee'l judge that happine&s;&s;e to be</L>
<L>The witne&s;&s;es of our felicitie.</L>
<L>Thus wee'l like Angels move, nor will we bind</L>
<L>In words the copious Language of our mind,</L>
<L><PB N="39" REF="29">Such as we know not to conceive, much le&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Without de&s;troying in their birth, expre&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>Thus will we live and ('t may be) ca&s;t an eye</L>
<L>How far <HI>Eli&s;ium</HI> doth beneath us lie,</L>
<L>What need we care though milkie Currents run</L>
<L>Among the &s;ilken meadows, though the Sun</L>
<L>Doth &s;till pre&s;erve by's ever waking ray</L>
<L>A never di&s;continued &s;pring or day.</L>
<L>That Sun, though all his heat be to it brought</L>
<L>Cannot exhale the vapour of a thought.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No no my Godde&s;&s;e, yet will thou and I</L>
<L>Deve&s;ted of all fle&s;h &s;o folded lie,</L>
<L>That ne're a body'd nothing &s;hall perceive</L>
<L>How we unite, how we together cleave;</L>
<L>Nor think this while our featherd minutes may</L>
<L>Fall under mea&s;ure, time it &s;elf can &s;tay</L>
<L>T' attend on plea&s;ures, for what el&s;e would be</L>
<L>But tedious Durance in <HI>Eternitie.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="40" REF="30">
<HEAD>To M^r. <HI>Stanley</HI> after his return from France.</HEAD>
<L>BEwitched Sen&s;es do you lie</L>
<L>And ca&s;t &s;ome &s;hadow o're mine eye,</L>
<L>Or do I noble <HI>Stanley</HI> &s;ee,</L>
<L>What! may I tru&s;t you, is it he?</L>
<L>Confe&s;&s;e and yet be graduall,</L>
<L>Le&s;t &s;uddain joy &s;o heavy fall</L>
<L>Upon my &s;oul, and &s;ink unto</L>
<L>A deeper Agony of woe:</L>
<L>Tis he, tis he, we are no more</L>
<L>A barb'rous Nation, he brought o're</L>
<L>As much Humanity, as may</L>
<L>Well Civilize America;</L>
<L>More Learning then might Athens rai&s;e</L>
<L>To Glory in her proude&s;t dayes.</L>
<L>With rea&s;on might the boyling main</L>
<L>Be calm, and hoary Neptune chain</L>
<L>Tho&s;e winds that might di&s;turbers be</L>
<L>Whiles our Apollo was at &s;ea;</L>
<L>And made her for all knowledge &s;tand</L>
<L><PB N="41" REF="30" MS="y">In competition with the land:</L>
<L>Had but the curteous Delphins heard</L>
<L>One note of his, they would have dar'd</L>
<L>To quit the waters, to enjoy</L>
<L>In bani&s;hment &s;uch melody;</L>
<L>And had the Mimick Proteus known</L>
<L>H' had left his ugly herd, and grown</L>
<L>A curious Siren, to betray</L>
<L>This Uly&s;&s;es to &s;ome &s;tay;</L>
<L>But ju&s;ter fates denied, nor would</L>
<L>Another Land that Genius hold.</L>
<L>As could, beyond all wonder hurld,</L>
<L>Fathom the Intellectuall world:</L>
<L>But whither runne I, I intend</L>
<L>To welcome onely, not commend;</L>
<L>But that thy virtues render it</L>
<L>No private, but a Publick debt.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="42" REF="31">
<HEAD>An Epicurean Ode</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SInce that this thing we call the world</L>
<L>By chance on Atomes is begot,</L>
<L>Which though in dayly motions hurld,</L>
<L>Yet weary not,</L>
<L>How doth it prove</L>
<L>Thou art &s;o fair and I in Love?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Since that the &s;oul doth onely lie</L>
<L>Immer&s;'d in matter, chaind in &s;en&s;e,</L>
<L>How ran <HI>Romira</HI> thou and I</L>
<L>With both di&s;pence?</L>
<L>And thus a&s;cend</L>
<L>In higher flights then wings can lend.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Since man's but pa&s;ted up of Earth,</L>
<L>And ne're was cradled in the skies,</L>
<L>What <HI>Terra Lemnia</HI> gave thee birth?</L>
<L>What Diamond eyes?</L>
<L>Or thou alone</L>
<L>To tell what others were, came down?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="43" REF="31">
<HEAD>On M. W. the great eater.</HEAD>
<L>SIr much good do't ye; were your table but</L>
<L>Pie-cru&s;t or chee&s;e, you might your &s;tomack &s;h<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>After your &s;lice of beef, what dare you try</L>
<L>Your force on an Ell-&s;quare of pudding-pie?</L>
<L>Perhaps 't may be a ta&s;t, three &s;uch as you</L>
<L>Unbreakfa&s;ted might &s;terve <HI>Seraglio:</HI></L>
<L>When <HI>Hanniball</HI> &s;cal'd th' Alpes, had&s;t thou been there</L>
<L>Thy beef had drunk up all his Vineger:</L>
<L>Well might&s;t thou be of guard to Henry th' eight,</L>
<L>Since thou can&s;t like a pigeon eat thy weight:</L>
<L>Full wi&s;e was nature that would not be&s;tow</L>
<L>The&s;e Tusks of thine into a double row;</L>
<L>What womb could ere contain thee, thou can&s;t &s;hut</L>
<L>A pond or Aviary in a Gut.</L>
<L>Had not thy mother born thee toothle&s;&s;e, thou</L>
<L>Had&s;t eaten Viper-like a pa&s;&s;age through;</L>
<L>Had he that wi&s;h'd the Cranes long neck to eat,</L>
<L>Put in thy &s;tomack too 't had been compleat.</L>
<L>Thou Noah's Ark, dead &s;ea, thou Golgotha,</L>
<L>Mon&s;ter, beyond all them of <HI>Africa!</HI></L>
<L><PB N="44" REF="32">Bea&s;ts prey on bea&s;ts, fi&s;her to fi&s;hes fall,</L>
<L>Great birds feed on the le&s;&s;er, thou on all:</L>
<L>Hath there been no mi&s;take, why may 't not be</L>
<L>When <HI>Curtius</HI> leap't the Gulf, 'twas into thee.</L>
<L>Now wee'l believe that man of <HI>Chica</HI> could</L>
<L>Make pills of arrows, and the Boy that would</L>
<L>Chew onely &s;tones, nor can we think it vain</L>
<L>That Boranetho eat up th' neighbouring plain.</L>
<L>Poore <HI>Eri&s;icthon,</HI> that could onely fea&s;t</L>
<L>On one poore Girle in &s;everall di&s;hes dre&s;t,</L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t devour'd as many &s;heep, as may</L>
<L>Cloath all the pa&s;ture in Arcadia.</L>
<L>Yet O how temperate, that ne're goes on</L>
<L>So farre as to approach repletion!</L>
<L>Thou breathing Cauldron, who&s;e dige&s;tive heat</L>
<L>Might boyl the whole provi&s;ion of the Fleet!</L>
<L>Say grace as long as meales, and if thou plea&s;e,</L>
<L>Break fa&s;t with Ilands and drink healths with &s;eas.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="45" REF="32">
<HEAD>The Antipathy A Pastorall</HEAD>
<LG>
<HEAD>Tetricezza</HEAD>
<L>SOoner the olive &s;hall provoke</L>
<L>To amorous cla&s;p's this &s;turdy oke,</L>
<L>And doves in league with eagles be,</L>
<L>Ere I will glance a &s;mile on thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Amelius</HEAD>
<L>Sooner, yond du&s;ti&s;h mulberry</L>
<L>In her old white &s;hall cloathed be,</L>
<L>And lizards with fierce a&s;ps combine,</L>
<L>Ere I will twi&s;t my &s;oul with thine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Tetricezza</HEAD>
<L>Yet art thou in my judgement farre</L>
<L>Fairer then a ri&s;ing &s;tarre,</L>
<L>And might de&s;erve even <HI>Dian's</HI> love</L>
<L>But &s;halt not <HI>Tetricezza</HI> move.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Amelius</HEAD>
<L>And thou art &s;weeter then the doun</L>
<L>Of dama&s;t-ro&s;es yet unblown,</L>
<L>And <HI>Phoebus</HI> might thy bridegroom be,</L>
<L>Yet &s;halt thou never conquer me,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="46" REF="33">
<HEAD>Tetricezza</HEAD>
<L>Why meet we then, when either's mind</L>
<L>Or com's compelled, or &s;tay's behind?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Amelius</HEAD>
<L>Ju&s;t as two boughs together tyed</L>
<L>Let loo&s;e again do &s;tand more wide.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Song.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DI&s;till not poy&s;on in mine eares</L>
<L>Aereall <HI>Sirens!</HI> nor unty</L>
<L>The&s;e &s;able fetters, yonder &s;phears</L>
<L>Dance to a &s;ilent Harmony.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Could I but follow where you lead</L>
<L>Di&s;-robed of Earth and plum'd by Air,</L>
<L>Then I my Tenuous &s;elf might &s;pread,</L>
<L>As quick as Fancie every-where.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But Ile make &s;allies now and then,</L>
<L>Thus can my unconfined eye</L>
<L>Take journey and return again.</L>
<L>Yet on her Chri&s;tall couch &s;till lie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="47" REF="33">
<HEAD>Home Travell.</HEAD>
<L>VVHat need I travell, &s;ince I may</L>
<L>More choi&s;er wonders here &s;urvay?</L>
<L>What need I <HI>Tire</HI> for purple &s;eek</L>
<L>When I may find it in a cheek?</L>
<L>Or &s;ack the Ea&s;tern &s;hores, there lies</L>
<L>More precious Diamonds in her eyes?</L>
<L>What need I dig <HI>Peru</HI> for Oare</L>
<L>When every hair of her yields more?</L>
<L>Or toile for Gummes in <HI>India</HI></L>
<L>Since &s;he can breath more rich then they?</L>
<L>Or ranfack <HI>Africk,</HI> there will be</L>
<L>On either hand more Ivory?</L>
<L>But look within, all Vertues that</L>
<L>Each nation would appropriate,</L>
<L>And with the glory of them re&s;t,</L>
<L>Are in this map at large expre&s;t;</L>
<L>That who would travell here might know</L>
<L>The little world in <HI>Folio.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="48" REF="34" MS="y">
<HEAD>Upon <HI>Samuel Ward D. D.</HI> the Lady Margarets Profe&s;sour in Cambridge.</HEAD>
<L>WEre't not piacular to weep for thee</L>
<L>The world might put on mourning, and yet be</L>
<L>Below ju&s;t grief, &s;tupendous Man who told</L>
<L>By ju&s;t endowments that &s;he grew not old.</L>
<L>But thine own hands have rai&s;'d a monument</L>
<L>Farre greater then thy &s;elf, which &s;hall be &s;pent</L>
<L>When error conquers truth, and time &s;hall be</L>
<L>No more, but &s;wallow'd by Eternitie;</L>
<L>But when &s;hall &s;ullen darkne&s;&s;e fly away,</L>
<L>And thine own <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ct<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">e <HI>Brownrigge</HI> give it day.</L>
<L>Or when &s;hall ravi&s;h'd Europe under&s;tand,</L>
<L>How much &s;he lo&s;t by thee, and by it gaind;</L>
<L>How well thou guarded&s;t truth, how &s;wift to clo&s;e</L>
<L>With what&s;oever Champion dur&s;t oppo&s;e;</L>
<L>Bear witne&s;&s;e <HI>Dort,</HI> when Error could produce</L>
<L>The &s;trength of rea&s;on and <HI>Arminius.</HI></L>
<L>How did he loo&s;e their knots, how break their &s;nares,</L>
<L>How meet their minings, how pluck up their cares.</L>
<L><PB N="49" REF="34">How did his calmer voice &s;peake thunder? how</L>
<L>His &s;oft affections holy fury growe?</L>
<L>That had but Hell and Tyrants any roome,</L>
<L>There wanted nothing of a Martyrdome;</L>
<L>But Providence &s;aid no, and did con&s;ent</L>
<L>That oyle of time &s;hould not be &s;pilt, but &s;pent,</L>
<L>Nay, as the greate&s;t flame doth ever fly</L>
<L>From failing Lamps, &s;hould'&s;t in mo&s;t glory die;</L>
<L>And as the Phenix when &s;he doth prepare</L>
<L>To be her own both murderer and heire,</L>
<L>Makes riche&s;t &s;pice her tombe and cradle be,</L>
<L>To quit and rea&s;&s;ume mortality,</L>
<L>Even &s;o thou (Seraph) &s;pent thy minutes all,</L>
<L>In preparation for thy funerall,</L>
<L>And rai&s;'d &s;o great a pile, death could a&s;pire</L>
<L>No greater honour hen to put to fire:</L>
<L>That thus the flame might lend us light below,</L>
<L>But the &s;weet breathing &s;moake &s;till upward goe.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="50" REF="35">
<HEAD>To the precious Memory of Ma&s;ter <HI>William Fenner.</HI></HEAD>
<L>HOw brittle's wretched man? no &s;ooner death</L>
<L>Scales up his eyes, and &s;tops his panting breath,</L>
<L>But th' hungry grave devours him, and he mu&s;t</L>
<L>Returne againe unto his mother du&s;t;</L>
<L>So fraile a thing he is, &s;o doth he pa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>That nothing can Remaine but that he was.</L>
<L>But thou (Triumphant Soule) art elevate</L>
<L>By thy va&s;t merits 'bove the common fate;</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;acred pearles thy &s;elfe dig'd from among</L>
<L>Thy fiery thoughts, and poli&s;h't with thy tongue,</L>
<L>By thee a &s;econd life, that times to come</L>
<L>May &s;ay that Rochford had a <HI>Chry&s;ostome,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e Life told out in Minutes, &s;eem'd to be</L>
<L>Nothing but one continued Homilie,</L>
<L>So even was thy <HI>Con&s;cience,</HI> &s;uch a flame</L>
<L>Rai&s;'d thy <HI>affections,</HI> that thou &s;oone became</L>
<L>Too good for Earth; &s;o waking was thy bre&s;t,</L>
<L>That Night could never grant a truce to Re&s;t,</L>
<L><PB N="51" REF="35">But now thou Re&s;ts for ever drunke with joyes</L>
<L>That never &s;pend, yet ever new ari&s;e.</L>
<L>Yet let thy Name &s;till breath new odors, and</L>
<L>'Mong tho&s;e Angelik Spirits numbred &s;tand,</L>
<L>While we below &s;tand gazing up and &s;ee</L>
<L><HI>Th'ha&s;t chang'd thy Room, but not thy Company.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On a Gentleman and his Wife, who dyed both within a very few dayes.</HEAD>
<L>THrice happy Paire, who had and have</L>
<L>Living one Bed, now dead one Grave:</L>
<L>Who&s;e love being equall, neither could</L>
<L>A life unequall wi&s;h to hold,</L>
<L>But left a Que&s;tion whether one</L>
<L>Did follow 'cau&s;e her Mate was gone,</L>
<L>Or th'other went before to &s;tay</L>
<L>Till that his fellow came away,</L>
<L>So that one pious teare now mu&s;t</L>
<L>Be&s;prinkle either Parents du&s;t,</L>
<L>And two great &s;orrowes joyntly Runne</L>
<L>And clo&s;e into a larger one,</L>
<L>Or rather turne to joy, to &s;ee</L>
<L>The Buriall but the Wedding be.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="52" REF="36">
<HEAD>Of Beauty.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHat doe I here, what's Beauty? la&s;&s;e</L>
<L>How doth it pa&s;&s;e?</L>
<L>As flowers a&s;&s;oone as &s;melled at</L>
<L>Evaporate,</L>
<L>Even &s;o this &s;haddow, ere our eyes</L>
<L>Can view it, flies.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2</HEAD>
<L>What's colour? 'la&s;&s;e the &s;ullen Night</L>
<L>Can it affright;</L>
<L>A Ro&s;e can more Vermilion &s;peake,</L>
<L>Then any cheeke;</L>
<L>A richer white on Lillies &s;tands,</L>
<L>Then any hands.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3</HEAD>
<L>Then what's that worth, when any Flower</L>
<L>Is worth far more?</L>
<L>How con&s;tant's that which needs mu&s;t die</L>
<L>When day doth fly?</L>
<L>Glow-wormes can lend &s;ome petty light,</L>
<L>To gloomy night.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<PB N="53" REF="36">
<HEAD>4</HEAD>
<L>And what's proportion? wee de&s;cry</L>
<L>That in a flie;</L>
<L>And what's a lip? tis in the te&s;t,</L>
<L>Red clay at be&s;t.</L>
<L>And what's an Eye? an Eaglets are</L>
<L>More &s;trong by farre.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5</HEAD>
<L>Who can that &s;pecious nothing heed,</L>
<L>Which flies exceed?</L>
<L>Who would his frequent ki&s;&s;es lay</L>
<L>On painted clay?</L>
<L>Wh'ould not if eyes affection move</L>
<L>Young Eaglets love?</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>6</HEAD>
<L>Is Beauty thus? then who would lie</L>
<L>Love-&s;icke and die?</L>
<L>And's wretched &s;elfe annihilate</L>
<L>For knowes not what?</L>
<L>And with &s;uch &s;weat and care invade</L>
<L>A very &s;hade?</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<PB N="54" REF="37">
<HEAD>7</HEAD>
<L>Even he that knowes not to po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e</L>
<L>True Happine&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>But has &s;ome &s;trong de&s;ires to try</L>
<L>What's mi&s;ery,</L>
<L>And longs for teares, oh He will prove</L>
<L>One fit for Love.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Epitome.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>As in a cave</L>
<L>Where darkene&s;&s;e ju&s;ties out the day,</L>
<L>But yet doth give</L>
<L>Some &s;mall admi&s;&s;ion to one feeble ray,</L>
<L>Some of all &s;pecies doe di&s;tinctly play.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2</HEAD>
<L>Ju&s;t even thou</L>
<L>Whom wonder hath not fully cleer'd,</L>
<L>Thy &s;elfe do&s;t &s;hew,</L>
<L>That in thy little Chaos all's en&s;pheard,</L>
<L>And though abridg'd, yet in full greatne&s;&s;e rear'd.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="55" REF="37">
<HEAD>Armilla nigra.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ATrati Proceres, quos ram divina coercet</L>
<L>Copula, caeruleo nunc exaequata Georg I</L>
<L>Garterio, atque olim longe anteferenda, nec ulla</L>
<L>Interitura die, &s;i quid prae&s;agia vatum,</L>
<L>Si quid mollis amor valet, o digni&s;&s;ima Coelo</L>
<L>Pectora, &s;ic ve&s;tris faelicia facta Ruinis,</L>
<L>Et flammis majora, novo &s;uccre&s;cite honori,</L>
<L>Et durate diu, donec &s;e&s;e ultimus optet</L>
<L>Cen&s;eri numero Scytha, &amp; ambitio&s;ior Indus</L>
<L>Ge&s;tiat armilla ve&s;tra fulgere, relictis</L>
<L>Torquibus, &amp; tenerae vultu con&s;tante puellae</L>
<L>Militiam &s;ubeant talem, cupiantque teneri</L>
<L>His manicis, &amp; virgineas dedi&s;cere flammas,</L>
<L>Ve&s;talique cadat Reverentia debita vittae.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At tu, Sol juvenum, &s;oli ce&s;&s;ure Maroni</L>
<L>Propter mille annos, vatum decus, ardue cunctae</L>
<L>In&s;citiae Domitor, quem felix Anglia jactat</L>
<L>Et Galli &s;tupuere, tuis en talia &s;urgunt</L>
<L>Au&s;piciis, Tu tam grandis praeludia facti</L>
<L>Ordiris, tanta&s;que jubes vivi&s;cere curas,</L>
<L><PB N="56" REF="38">Hinc &s;ummus tibi &s;urgit honos, hinc gloria quae non</L>
<L>Aut cadet, aut vult temporibus metirier ullis,</L>
<L>At cum &s;e fragilis mundi ruitura re&s;olvet</L>
<L>Machina, &amp; armillis faelicia brachia deerunt,</L>
<L>Ip&s;a polo &s;e&s;e infinuet, candentibus a&s;tris</L>
<L>Accedens nova flamma, altae vicina Coronae.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To Mr. <HI>Stanley.</HI></HEAD>
<L>STarres in their ri&s;ing little &s;how,</L>
<L>And &s;end forth trembling flames; but thou</L>
<L>At fir&s;t appearance do&s;t di&s;play</L>
<L>A bright and unob&s;cured day:</L>
<L>Such as &s;hall feare no night, nor &s;hall</L>
<L>Thy &s;etting be <HI>Heliacall,</HI></L>
<L>But grow up to a Sun and take</L>
<L>A Lawrell for thy <HI>Zodiac;</HI></L>
<L>That all which henceforth &s;hall ari&s;e,</L>
<L>May onely be thy <HI>Parely's.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="57" REF="38">
<HEAD>On Doctor. <HI>Bambrigg,</HI> Mr. of Chri&s;ts.</HEAD>
<L>WEre but this Marble vocall, there</L>
<L>Such an Elogium would appeare</L>
<L>As might, though truth did dictate, move</L>
<L>Di&s;tru&s;t in either Faith or Love;</L>
<L>As ample knowledge as could re&s;t</L>
<L>In&s;hrined in a mortals bre&s;t,</L>
<L>Which ne'rethele&s;&s;e did open lie,</L>
<L>Uncovered by humility,</L>
<L>A heart which piety had cho&s;e,</L>
<L>To be her Altar, whence aro&s;e</L>
<L>Such &s;moaking Sacrifices, that</L>
<L>We here can onely wonder at;</L>
<L>A honey tongue that could di&s;pence,</L>
<L>Torrents of &s;acred eloquence,</L>
<L>And yet how far inferiour &s;tand</L>
<L>Unto a learned curious hand?</L>
<L>That 'tis no wonder if this &s;tone</L>
<L>Becau&s;e it cannot &s;peake, doth groane;</L>
<L>For could mortality a&s;&s;ent,</L>
<L>The&s;e a&s;hes might prove eloquent.</L>
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</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="58" REF="39">
<HEAD>Upon Mr. <HI>Robert Wi&s;eman,</HI> Son to Sir <HI>Richard Wi&s;eman,</HI> E&s;&s;ex.</HEAD>
<L>BUt that we weigh our happine&s;&s;e by thine</L>
<L>We could not (precious Soule) from teares decline,</L>
<L>Although the Mu&s;es Silver &s;treame would be</L>
<L>Too poore by farre to drop an Elegie;</L>
<L>But thats below thee, &s;ince thy vertues are</L>
<L>The &s;pices that Embalme thee, thou art farre</L>
<L>More Richly laid, and &s;halt more long remaine</L>
<L>Still mummifi'd within the hearts of men,</L>
<L>Then if to li&s;t thee in the Rolls of Fame</L>
<L>Each marble &s;poke thy &s;hape, all bra&s;&s;e thy name.</L>
<L>Sleepe &s;acred a&s;hes that did once containe</L>
<L>This Jewell, and &s;halt once, and e're, againe</L>
<L>Sleep undi&s;turb'd; envy can only rai&s;e</L>
<L>Her &s;elfe at living, hate gra&s;pe lower preyes;</L>
<L>We'le not defioure you, let us only prye</L>
<L>What Trea&s;ures in ye did involved lie,</L>
<L>So young, &s;o learned and &s;o wi&s;e, O here's</L>
<L>Example, Wi&s;dom's not the Childe of yeares.</L>
<L><PB N="59" REF="39">So rich and yet &s;o pious! O tis well</L>
<L>Devotion is not coffin'd in a Cell,</L>
<L>Nor choak'd by wealth; wealth hated harmele&s;&s;e proves,</L>
<L>And only knowes to mi&s;chiefe him that loves.</L>
<L>So faire and yet &s;o cha&s;te! Lu&s;t is not ever</L>
<L>Youths con&s;tant Sorcre&s;&s;e, but doth &s;ometime &s;ever</L>
<L>To looke on morall vertues; there'le appeare</L>
<L>The Courtier twi&s;ted with th' Philo&s;opher:</L>
<L>Nor were they on &s;pruce Apothegmes &s;pent</L>
<L>Begot twixt Idlene&s;&s;e and Di&s;content,</L>
<L>But acted to the life and uncon&s;train'd,</L>
<L>The Si&s;ters &s;weetly walking hand in hand,</L>
<L>And &s;o entirely twi&s;ted that alone</L>
<L>None could be view'd, all were together one;</L>
<L>As twinckling Spangles that together lie,</L>
<L>Joyne forces and make up one Galaxie;</L>
<L>As various Gums di&s;&s;olving in one fire</L>
<L>Together in one fragrant fume expire.</L>
<L>Sleep then triumphant Soule, thy funeralls</L>
<L>For admiration and not mourning calls.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="60" REF="40">
<HEAD>Johanni Arrow&s;mythio, Coll. S^t^i^. Joh. Praefecto.</HEAD>
<L>DIvina Syren, c<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">gne caele&s;tis, tuba</L>
<L>Evangelizans, Nectaris flumen meri,</L>
<L>Jubar &s;alutis, praeco faederis novi,</L>
<L>Jam &s;ic red&icirc;&s;ti! teque in amplexus pios</L>
<L>Iterum dedi&s;ti! murmure ut vario fremit</L>
<L>Togata pubes, gaudia exprimens nova,</L>
<L>Quod patre tanto jam beatur, quod nutric</L>
<L>Sol tam refulgens, &amp; coquit me&s;&s;es &s;uas.</L>
<L>Sic &s;aepe redeas, te licet retrahant tuae</L>
<L>Lac ge&s;tientes uberis mamillae oves,</L>
<L>Et te Senatus flagitet, cujus cluit</L>
<L>Pars magna; no&s;tros &s;ed fovere palmites</L>
<L>De&s;i&s;te nunquam, vinitor digni&s;&s;ime,</L>
<L>Donec racemis pullulent u&s;quam novis;</L>
<L>Duc hos tenellos in &s;cientiae abdita,</L>
<L>Et e&s;to morum dulcium felix faber.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="61" REF="40">
<HEAD>To his Tutor, Ma&s;ter <HI>Paw&s;on. An Ode.</HI></HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1</HEAD>
<L>Come come away,</L>
<L>And &s;natch me from the&s;e &s;hades to purer day,</L>
<L>Though Nature lie</L>
<L>Re&s;erv'd, &s;he cannot &s;cape thy peircing eye.</L>
<L>I'le in her bo&s;ome &s;tand,</L>
<L>Led by thy cunning hand,</L>
<L>And plainely &s;ee</L>
<L>Her Trea&s;urie;</L>
<L>Though all my light be but a glimp&s;e of thine,</L>
<L>Yet with that light, I will o'relooke</L>
<L>Her hardly open'd Booke,</L>
<L>Which to a read is ea&s;ie, to under&s;tand divine.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2</HEAD>
<L>Come let us run</L>
<L>And give the world a girdle with the Sun,</L>
<L>For &s;o we &s;hall</L>
<L>Take a full view of this enamel'd ball,</L>
<L><PB N="62" REF="41">Both where it may be &s;een</L>
<L>Clad in a con&s;tant green,</L>
<L>And where it lies</L>
<L>Cru&s;ted with Ice,</L>
<L>Wher't &s;wells with Mountaines, and &s;hrinkes downe to Vales,</L>
<L>Where it permits the u&s;urping Sea</L>
<L>To rove with liberty,</L>
<L>And where it pants with drouth, and of all liquor failes.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3</HEAD>
<L>And as we goe,</L>
<L>Wee'l minde the&s;e atoms that crawle too and fro,</L>
<L>There may we &s;ee</L>
<L>One both be Souldier and Artillery,</L>
<L>Another who&s;e defence</L>
<L>Is onely innocence,</L>
<L>One &s;wift as winde</L>
<L>Or flying Hinde,</L>
<L>Another &s;low as is a mounting &s;tone;</L>
<L>Some that love Earth, &s;ome &s;corne to dwell</L>
<L>Vpon't, but &s;eem to tell</L>
<L>Tho&s;e that deny there is a Heaven they know of one.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<PB N="63" REF="41">
<HEAD>4</HEAD>
<L>Nor all this while</L>
<L>Shall there e&s;cape us ere a braving pile,</L>
<L>Nor ruine that</L>
<L>Wa&s;ts what it has to tell its former &s;tate.</L>
<L>Yet &s;hall we ne're di&s;cry</L>
<L>Where bounds of Kingdomes lie,</L>
<L>But &s;ee them gone</L>
<L>As flights new flowne,</L>
<L>And loo&s;e them&s;elves in their owne breadth, ju&s;t as</L>
<L>Circlings upon the water, one</L>
<L>Growes great to be undone,</L>
<L>Or as lines in the &s;and which as they're drawn do pa&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5</HEAD>
<L>But objects here</L>
<L>Cloy in the very ta&s;te. O let us teare</L>
<L>A pa&s;&s;age through</L>
<L>That fleeting vault above; there may we know</L>
<L>Some ro&s;ie Brethren &s;tray</L>
<L>To a &s;et Battalia,</L>
<GAP DESC="missing" EXTENT="1 page">
<L><PB N="64" REF="42">And others scout</L>
<L>Still round about,</L>
<L>Fix't in their cour&s;es, and uncertaine too;</L>
<L>But clammy matter doth deny</L>
<L>A cleere di&s;covery,</L>
<L>Which tho&s;e that are inhabitants may &s;olely know.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>6</HEAD>
<L>Then let's away</L>
<L>And journey thither, what &s;hould cau&s;e our &s;tay?</L>
<L>Wee'l not be hur'ld</L>
<L>A&s;leep by drowfie potions of the world.</L>
<L>Let not wealth tutor out</L>
<L>Our &s;pirits with her gout,</L>
<L>Nor anger pull</L>
<L>With cramps the Soule;</L>
<L>But fairely di&s;ingag'd wee'l upward flie,</L>
<L>Till that occurring joy affright</L>
<L>Even with it's very weight,</L>
<L>And point the haven where we may &s;ecurely lie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="65" REF="42">
<HEAD>To an Old Wife talking to him.</HEAD>
<L>PEace Beldam ugly, thou'lt not finde</L>
<L>M' ears bottles for enchanted wind,</L>
<L>That breath of thine can onely rai&s;e</L>
<L>New &s;tormes and di&s;compo&s;e the Seas,</L>
<L>It may (a&s;&s;i&s;ted by thy clatter)</L>
<L>A Pigmaean army &s;catter,</L>
<L>Or move without the &s;malle&s;t &s;treame,</L>
<L>Loretto's Chappell once againe,</L>
<L>And blow St. Goodrick while he prayes</L>
<L>And knowes not what it is he &s;aies,</L>
<L>And helpes fal&s;e Latin with a hem</L>
<L>From Finckly to Jeru&s;alem,</L>
<L>Or in th' Pacifique Sea &s;upply</L>
<L>The winde that Nature doth deny.</L>
<L>What do&s;t thou thinke I can retaine</L>
<L>All this and &s;prout it out againe?</L>
<L>As a &s;urcharged Whale doth &s;pew</L>
<L>Old Rivers to receive in new,</L>
<L>Thou art deceiv'd, even Aeol's Cave</L>
<L>That can all other bla&s;ts receive,</L>
<L><PB N="66" REF="43">Would be too &s;mall to let in thine:</L>
<L>How then the narrow eares of mine?</L>
<L>Defect of Organs may me cau&s;e</L>
<L>By chance to pillorize an A&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>Yet &s;hould I &s;hake his eares, they'd be</L>
<L>Though long, too &s;treight to hearken thee.</L>
<L>Yet if thou ha&s;t a mind to heare</L>
<L>How high thy voices merits are,</L>
<L>Attend the Cham, and when h'as din'd</L>
<L>Skreek Princes leave that have a minde,</L>
<L>Or &s;erve the States, thou'lt u&s;efull come</L>
<L>And have the pay of every drum,</L>
<L>Or trudge to <HI>&V;treckt,</HI> there outrun</L>
<L>Dame <HI>Skurmans</HI> &s;core of tongues, with one.</L>
<L>But pray be &s;till, O now I feare</L>
<L>There may be Torments for the eare,</L>
<L>O let me when I chance to die</L>
<L>In Vulcans Anvile buried lie,</L>
<L>Rather then heare thy tongue once knell,</L>
<L>That Tom a Lincolne and Bow-bell.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="67" REF="43">
<HEAD>The Recantation.</HEAD>
<L>NOw &s;ound I a retreat, now I'le no more</L>
<L>Run all tho&s;e devious pathes I ran before,</L>
<L>I will no more range &s;ullen groves, to lie</L>
<L>Entombed in a &s;hade, nor ba&s;ely flie</L>
<L>The deare &s;ociety of light, to give</L>
<L>My Thoughts their birth in darkene&s;&s;e, I'le not live</L>
<L>Such deaths againe, &s;uch dampy mi&s;ts no more</L>
<L>Shall dare to draw an ugly skreen before</L>
<L>My clearer fancy: I'le not deifie</L>
<L>A failing beauty, Idolize an eye.</L>
<L>Farewell, farewell poore joyes, let not my hear&s;e</L>
<L>Beare witne&s;&s;e I was ever mad in ver&s;e,</L>
<L>Or plaid the foole in wit; no, I'le not have</L>
<L>Such Theams encrea&s;e the mourning at my graven.</L>
<L>Such thoughts I loath, and cannot now re&s;ent,</L>
<L>Who ever gloried in his excrement?</L>
<L>Now I will raze tho&s;e Characters I wrote</L>
<L>So fairely from my &s;elfe, now will I not</L>
<L>Suffer that Pyramid love rai&s;'d within</L>
<L>My &s;oule, to &s;tand the witne&s;&s;e of her &s;inne.</L>
<L><PB N="68" REF="44">Nor will I ravi&s;h nature to di&s;po&s;e</L>
<L>A violated and profaned Ro&s;e,</L>
<L>Vpon a varni&s;ht cheeke, nor Lillies feare</L>
<L>Into a Iandi&s;e, to be &s;et where nere</L>
<L>White was di&s;cover'd; no,&mdash;&s;tay I'le no more</L>
<L>Adde new guilt to the old repented for,</L>
<L>To name a &s;inn's to &s;inne; nor dare to breake</L>
<L>Je&s;ts of my vices on anothers backe,</L>
<L>But with &s;ome &s;earching humours fe&s;tred lie</L>
<L>A Renegado to all Poetry.</L>
<L>And mu&s;t we now &s;hake hands deare madne&s;&s;e, now</L>
<L>After &s;o long acquaintance? did I vow</L>
<L>To &s;acrifice unto thee what was brought,</L>
<L>As &s;urplu&s;age of a &s;everer thought,</L>
<L>And breake my word? yes, from this very day</L>
<L>My fancy only &s;hall on Marchpan play;</L>
<L>Now I'le turne Polititian, and &s;ee</L>
<L>How u&s;efull Onions are in Drapery,</L>
<L>Fea&s;t dunces that mi&s;call the Arts, and dance</L>
<L>With all the World a Galliard Ignorance.</L>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="2" TYPE="book">
<PB REF="44">
<DIV2 TYPE="title page">
<P>THE SECOND BOOKE OF Divine Poems. BY <HI>J. H.</HI></P>
<Q>Saepe quidem in galea nidos fecere Columbae.</Q>
<P><HI>LONDON.</HI> Printed by <HI>E.G.</HI> for <HI>J. Rothwell.</HI> 1647.</P>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="45">
<PB N="71" REF="45">
<HEAD>A Dirthyramb.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>STill creeping, &s;till degenerous &s;oule</L>
<L>On Earth &s;o wallowing &s;till in mire?</L>
<L>Still to the Center do&s;t thou roule,</L>
<L>When up to Heaven thou &s;hould&s;t a&s;pire?</L>
<L>Did not thy Jailour fle&s;h deny</L>
<L>The freedome for to feed thine owne in&s;atiate eye;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How might thou let it &s;urfet here</L>
<L>On choice&s;t glories, how it might</L>
<L>Thick flowing globes of &s;plendor beare,</L>
<L>And triumph in its native light,</L>
<L>How t'would hereafter &s;leep disdaine!</L>
<L>The glorious Sun of righteou&s;ne&s;&s;e upri&s;e againe,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O who &s;o &s;tupid that would not</L>
<L>Re&s;olve to Atoms, for to play</L>
<L>'Mong th' golden &s;treamers he &s;hall &s;hut,</L>
<L>While he prolongs one endle&s;&s;e day?</L>
<L>How &s;mall three evenings darkene&s;&s;e be,</L>
<L>Compared once with mea&s;urele&s;&s;e Eternity?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>See how the joyous Clouds make way,</L>
<L><PB N="72" REF="46">And put a ruddy brightne&s;&s;e on,</L>
<L>How they their &s;ilken fleeces lay,</L>
<L>For him to mount to Heaven upon,</L>
<L>Where he may in full glory &s;hine,</L>
<L>Who&s;e pre&s;ence made before a Heaven of Pale&s;tine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That lovely brow that was before</L>
<L>Drown'd in a flood of Crim&s;on &s;weat,</L>
<L>Is now with brightne&s;&s;e guilded ore,</L>
<L>And all with burni&s;ht flames be&s;et;</L>
<L>Him, whom his drow&s;y Sonnes did leave</L>
<L>Sleeple&s;&s;e, Aeriall Legions triumph to receive;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This innocent Columbine, he,</L>
<L>That was the marke of rage before,</L>
<L>O cannot now admired be,</L>
<L>But &s;till admired, &s;till needs more;</L>
<L>Who would not &s;tand amaz'd to &s;ee,</L>
<L>Fraile fle&s;h become the garment of Divinity?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Appeare no more proud Olivet</L>
<L>In tawney olives, from this time</L>
<L>Be all with purple vines be&s;et;</L>
<L>The &s;prig of Je&s;&s;e from thee did climbe</L>
<L>Up to the Skies, and &s;pread tho&s;e boughs,</L>
<L><PB N="73" REF="46">Whereon lifes grapes, tho&s;e Paradi&s;ean clu&s;ters growes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Why &s;tare you curious gazers &s;o,</L>
<L>No Eye can reach his Journeys end,</L>
<L>Hee'l pierce the rouling Concave through,</L>
<L>And that expanded Fabrick rend,</L>
<L>Then hee's at home, he was before</L>
<L>A Pilgrime, while he footed this round nothing ore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If then his nimble feet could make,</L>
<L>A pavement of the quivering &s;treame,</L>
<L>And cau&s;e tho&s;e powerfull Spirits quake,</L>
<L>That feare not any thing but him:</L>
<L>Now can and will he turne to joyes</L>
<L>Your feares, and or di&s;arme or turne your enemies.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He is not lo&s;t though wafted hence,</L>
<L>He's with you (darlings of his love)</L>
<L>Hee's the &s;upreame Intelligence</L>
<L>That all the little Orbs will move,</L>
<L>He is the head, it cannot be</L>
<L>Members can peri&s;h, where ther's &s;uch a head as he.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A head compos'd of Maje&s;ty,</L>
<L>Wer't not by mercy all po&s;&s;e&s;t,</L>
<L>From which &s;uch charming glances fly,</L>
<L><PB N="74" REF="47">As &s;triking vengeance can arre&s;t,</L>
<L>From which &s;uch powerfull frowns ari&s;e,</L>
<L>As can &s;trike pal&s;ies in the Earth, and headach in the Skies.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What did you thinke he could remaine</L>
<L>Di&s;guis'd in &s;uch an inch of land?</L>
<L>That convex cannot him containe,</L>
<L>Though &s;pun out by his owne right hand.</L>
<L>What did you thinke that though he lay,</L>
<L>Enterr'd a while, the Earth might &s;wallow &s;uch a prey?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That very dying did re&s;tore</L>
<L>Bani&s;ht life to rotting men,</L>
<L>And fetcht back breath that fled before,</L>
<L>Into their no&s;trils once againe,</L>
<L>That very death gave life to all,</L>
<L>And t' all mankind recovery of their Fathers fall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Suppo&s;e yee that the fatall tree,</L>
<L>That happie&s;t wor&s;t of pun&s;himents,</L>
<L>Did puni&s;h &s;uch a &s;inle&s;&s;e he,</L>
<L>Or &s;hame him that was excellence?</L>
<L>No no, the crime doth ever &s;tate</L>
<L>The puni&s;hment, and he &s;inne could not act, but hate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thought yee that &s;treame did flow in vaine</L>
<L><PB N="75" REF="47">That i&s;&s;ued from his opend &s;ide?</L>
<L>Your &s;oules were foule, yet every &s;taine</L>
<L>By the&s;e pure drops were purified.</L>
<L>He was he freely prodigall</L>
<L>To &s;pend all's blood for &s;ome, when &s;ome might have &s;av'd all.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Harke, harke, what melody, what choice</L>
<L>Of &s;weete&s;t Aires, of charming &s;ounds!</L>
<L>Heaven &s;eemes all turn'd into a voice;</L>
<L>Heare what loud &s;hreeking joy rebounds,</L>
<L>The very Windes now whi&s;tle joy</L>
<L>And make Ho&s;annas of the former crucifie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Ermine.</HEAD>
<L>THe Ermine rather cho&s;e to die</L>
<L>A Martyr of its purity,</L>
<L>Then that one uncouth &s;oile &s;hould &s;taine</L>
<L>It's hitherto pre&s;erved skin,</L>
<L>And thus re&s;olv'd &s;he thinkes it good</L>
<L>To write her whitene&s;&s;e in her blood.</L>
<L>But I had rather die, then e're</L>
<L>Continue from my foulene&s;&s;e cleere;</L>
<L><PB N="76" REF="48">Nay I &s;uppo&s;e by that I live</L>
<L>That onely doth de&s;truction give;</L>
<L>Mad-man I am, I turne mine Eye</L>
<L>On every &s;ide, but what doth lie</L>
<L>Within I can no better finde,</L>
<L>Then if I ever had been blind.</L>
<L>Is this the rea&s;on thou do&s;t claime</L>
<L>Thy &s;ole prerogative, to frame</L>
<L>Engines againe thy &s;elfe? O fly</L>
<L>Thy &s;elfe as greate&s;t enemy,</L>
<L>And thinke thou &s;ometimes life wilt get</L>
<L>By a &s;ecure contemning it.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Jude. 14.15.</HI></BIBL> <P>The Lord commeth with ten thou|&s;and of his Saints to execute judgement upon all.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<L>I Heare and tremble! Lord, what &s;hall I doe</L>
<L>T' avoid thy anger, whether &s;hall I goe?</L>
<L>What, &s;hall I &s;cale the Mountaines? 'las they be</L>
<L>Farre le&s;&s;e then Atoms if compar'd with thee.</L>
<L>What, &s;hall I &s;trive to get my &s;elfe a Tombe,</L>
<L>Within the greedy Oceans &s;welling Wombe?</L>
<L><PB N="77" REF="48">Shall I dive into Rockes? where &s;hall I flie</L>
<L>The &s;ure di&s;covery of thy peircing Eye?</L>
<L>Alas I know not; though with many a teare</L>
<L>In Hell they mone thy ab&s;ence, thou art there;</L>
<L>Thou art on Earth and well ob&s;erve&s;t all</L>
<L>The actions acted on this ma&s;&s;ie Ball;</L>
<L>And when thou look'&s;t on mine, what can I &s;ay?</L>
<L>I dare not &s;tand, nor can I run away.</L>
<L>Thine eyes are pure and cannot looke upon</L>
<L>(And what el&s;e Lord am I?) Corruption.</L>
<L>Thou hate&s;t &s;innes, and if thou once begin</L>
<L>To ca&s;t me in the Scales, I all am &s;inne;</L>
<L>Thou &s;till continu'&s;t one, O Lord; I range</L>
<L>In various formes of crimes and love my change.</L>
<L>Lord thou that mad'&s;t me, bid'&s;t I &s;hould pre&s;ent</L>
<L>My Heart unto thee; O &s;ee how 'tis rent,</L>
<L>By various Mon&s;ters; &s;ee how fa&s;tly held,</L>
<L>How &s;tubornely they doe deny to yeild.</L>
<L>How &s;hall I &s;tand, when that thou &s;halt be hurl'd</L>
<L>On Cloudes, in robes of fire to Judge the world,</L>
<L>U&s;her'd with golden Legions, in thine Eye</L>
<L>Carrying an all-enraged Maje&s;ty;</L>
<L><PB N="78" REF="49">That &s;hall the Earth into a Pal&s;ie &s;troke,</L>
<L>And make the Clouds &s;igh out them&s;elves in &s;moake,</L>
<L>How can I &s;tand? yes Lord I may although</L>
<L>Thou bee&s;t the Judge, thou art a party too;</L>
<L>Thou &s;uffere&s;t for the&s;e faults, for which thou &s;hall</L>
<L>Arraigne me Lord, thou &s;uffere&s;t for them all,</L>
<L>They are not mine at all, the&s;e wounds of thine</L>
<L>That on thy glorious &s;ide &s;o brightly &s;hine,</L>
<L>Seal'd me a pardon, in tho&s;e wounds th'are hid</L>
<L>And in that &s;ide of thine th'are buried.</L>
<L>Lord &s;mile againe upon us; which what grace</L>
<L>Doth mercy &s;it enthroniz'd on thy face!</L>
<L>How did that &s;carlet &s;weat become thee when</L>
<L>That &s;weat did wa&s;h away the filth of men?</L>
<L>How did tho&s;e peevi&s;h thornes adorne thy brow?</L>
<L>Each thorne more richly then a Gem did glow?</L>
<L>Yet by tho&s;e thornes (Lord how thy love abounds!)</L>
<L>Are we poore wormes made capable of Crownes.</L>
<L>Come &s;o to Judgement Lord; th' Apo&s;tles &s;hall</L>
<L>No more into their drow&s;y &s;lumber fall,</L>
<L>But &s;tand and hearken how the Judge &s;hall &s;ay</L>
<L>Come come my Lambes to Ioy, come come away.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="79" REF="49">
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Gen. 24. ver. 63.</HI></BIBL> <P>Qu&ograve; egre&s;&s;us I&s;aac ad meditandum in agro, &amp;c.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<L>Juvenis beate, magne tot Regum parens,</L>
<L>Faecunde tot patrum pater,</L>
<L>Tot Nationum origo, tot vatum fides,</L>
<L>Tot Ante&s;ignane Heroum,</L>
<L>Sicne is in agros jam renidentes novis</L>
<L>Et aureis florum &s;tolis?</L>
<L>Sic, &s;ic rece&s;&s;um quaeris? &amp; turbam fugis?</L>
<L>Sic totus in teip&s;um redis?</L>
<L>Ut nullus oculus &s;ancta &s;pectet otia,</L>
<L>Nulla auris in&s;idias locet.</L>
<L>Dum tu (&s;u&auml;ve!) pectus effundis tuum</L>
<L>In caelici patris &s;inum,</L>
<L>Dum cor &s;acratis ae&s;tuans amoribus</L>
<L>Ebullit impletum Deo,</L>
<L>Dum Lachrymarum gemmeae &s;catebrae ruunt,</L>
<L>Per molle vernantes genas,</L>
<L>Dum mi&s;ceatur dulce Planctuum melos</L>
<L>Ardentibus &s;u&s;piriis,</L>
<L><PB N="80" REF="50">Dum dum (invidenda &s;olitudo!) mens &s;uis</L>
<L>Jam libere &egrave; gyariis meat,</L>
<L>Linquen&s;que terras, templa perrumpit poli,</L>
<L>Se luce perfundens nov&acirc;;</L>
<L>Sic ip&s;e vivam, &s;ic mihi occulti dies</L>
<L>O effiuant, &s;olus &s;iem,</L>
<L>Sic me praehendat luce palpitans nov&acirc;</L>
<L>Praeco diei Pho&s;phorus,</L>
<L>Sic me praehendat luce candens ultim&acirc;</L>
<L>Et noctis index He&s;perus:</L>
<L>Non ip&s;e curem vana vulgi murmura,</L>
<L>Non irritos rumu&s;culos,</L>
<L>Sim mi' beatus! Nymphacae caele&s;tis meum</L>
<L>Non abnuat Con&s;ortium.</L>
<L>Divinus illo flammat in vultu pudor,</L>
<L>Divina &s;tat mode&s;tia;</L>
<L>Hinc hinc, pudica pallidas umbras amat</L>
<L>Et antra Mu&s;ca vivida,</L>
<L>Ubi me loquelis melleis, &s;uad&acirc; mer&acirc;,</L>
<L>Formo&s;a mulceat dea,</L>
<L>Ubi in me inundans nectaris torrens fluat,</L>
<L>Ex ore pro&s;iliens &s;acra,</L>
<L><PB N="81" REF="50">Quantum haec voluptas! quanta! quanta gaudia!</L>
<L>Quis non? quis invideat mihi?</L>
<L>Dum &s;ic edaces exulant curae, nigra</L>
<L>Fugiunt doloris agmina,</L>
<L>Dum m&icirc; voluptas, ip&s;a per &s;e amabilis</L>
<L>Nulli&s;que ficta officiis,</L>
<L>Mi mille Veneres mille mo&s;tret Gratias,</L>
<L>M&icirc; mille dat Cupidines.</L>
<L>Sic m&icirc; juventae blanda marce&s;cat ro&s;a,</L>
<L>O &s;ic &s;enecta palleat.</L>
<L>Sic &s;ic nivales ve&s;tiant cani caput,</L>
<L>Sic hora fugiat ultima;</L>
<L>Non ip&s;e vanas horream mortis minas,</L>
<L>Sed tela &s;u&s;tineam libens;</L>
<L>Securus illuc evolare, qu&ograve; mea</L>
<L>Semper perennem gaudia,</L>
<L>Redintegrare Paeanas po&s;&s;im novos</L>
<L>Inter triumphantium greges;</L>
<L>O m&icirc; appropinquet &s;ic dies novi&s;&s;imus</L>
<L>Natalis adveniet mihi <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="82" REF="51">
<HEAD>On an Houre-gla&s;&s;e.</HEAD>
<L>MY Life is mea&s;ur'd by this gla&s;&s;e, this gla&s;&s;e</L>
<L>By all tho&s;e little Sands that thorough pa&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>See how they pre&s;&s;e, &s;ee how they &s;trive, which &s;hall</L>
<L>With greate&s;t &s;peed and greate&s;t quickne&s;&s;e fall.</L>
<L>See how they rai&s;e a little Mount, and then</L>
<L>With their owne weight doe levell it agen.</L>
<L>But when th' have all got thorough, they give o're</L>
<L>Their nimble &s;liding downe, and move no more.</L>
<L>Ju&s;t &s;uch is man who&s;e houres &s;till forward run,</L>
<L>Being almo&s;t fini&s;ht ere they are begun;</L>
<L>So perfect nothings, &s;uch light bla&s;ts are we,</L>
<L>That ere w'are ought at all, we cea&s;e to be.</L>
<L>Do what we will, our ha&s;ty minutes fly,</L>
<L>And while we &s;leep, what do we el&s;e but die?</L>
<L>How tran&s;ient are our Joyes, how &s;hort their day!</L>
<L>They creepe on towards us, but flie away.</L>
<L>How &s;tinging are our &s;orrowes! where they gaine</L>
<L>But the lea&s;t footing, there they will remaine.</L>
<L>How groundle&s;&s;e are our hopes, how they deceive</L>
<L>Our childi&s;h thoughts, and onely &s;orrow leave!</L>
<L><PB N="83" REF="51">How reall are our feares! they bla&s;t us &s;till,</L>
<L>Still rend us, &s;till with gnawing pa&s;&s;ions fill;</L>
<L>How &s;en&s;ele&s;&s;e are our wi&s;hes, yet how great!</L>
<L>With what toile we pur&s;ue them, with what &s;weat!</L>
<L>Yet mo&s;t times for our hurts, &s;o &s;mall we &s;ee,</L>
<L>Like Children crying for &s;ome Mercurie.</L>
<L>This gapes for Marriage, yet his fickle head</L>
<L>Knows not what cares waite on a Marriage bed.</L>
<L>This vowes Virginity, yet knowes not what</L>
<L>Lonene&s;&s;e, griefe, di&s;content, attends that &s;tate.</L>
<L>De&s;ires of wealth anothers wi&s;hes hold,</L>
<L>And yet how many have been choak't with Gold?</L>
<L>This onely hunts fot honour, yet who &s;hall</L>
<L>A&s;cend the higher, &s;hall more wretched fall.</L>
<L>This thir&s;ts for knowledge, yet how is it bought</L>
<L>With many a &s;leeple&s;&s;e night and racking thought?</L>
<L>This needs will travell, yet how dangers lay</L>
<L>Mo&s;t &s;ecret Ambu&s;cado's in the way?</L>
<L>The&s;e triumph in their Beauty, though it &s;hall</L>
<L>Like a pluck't Ro&s;e or fading Lillie fall.</L>
<L>Another boa&s;ts &s;trong armes, 'las Giants have</L>
<L>By &s;illy Dwarfes been drag'd d unto their grave.</L>
<L><PB N="84" REF="52">The&s;e ruffle in rich filke, though ne're &s;o gay,</L>
<L>A well plum'd Peacock is more gay then they.</L>
<L>Poore man, what art! a Tennis ball of Errour,</L>
<L>A Ship of Gla&s;&s;e to&s;&s;'d in a Sea of terrour,</L>
<L>I&s;&s;uing in blood and &s;orrow from the wombe,</L>
<L>Crauling in teares and mourning to the tombe,</L>
<L>How &s;lippery are thy pathes, how &s;ure thy fall,</L>
<L>How art thou Nothing when th'art mo&s;t of all!</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>An Ode.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1</HEAD>
<L>DE&s;cend O Lord</L>
<L>Into this gloomy heart of mine,</L>
<L>And once afford</L>
<L>A glimp&s;e of that great Light of thine,</L>
<L>The Sunne doth never here</L>
<L>To &s;hine on ba&s;e&s;t dunghills once forbeare.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2</HEAD>
<L>What though I be</L>
<L>Nothing but high corruption?</L>
<L>Let me have thee</L>
<L>And at thy pre&s;ence 'twill be gon,</L>
<L><PB N="85" REF="52">Darkene&s;&s;e dare never &s;tand</L>
<L>In competition while the Suns at hand.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3</HEAD>
<L>And though my &s;innes</L>
<L>Be an unnumbred number, yet</L>
<L>When thou begins</L>
<L>To looke on Chri&s;t, do then forget</L>
<L>I help'd to cau&s;e his griefe.</L>
<L>If &s;o, Lord from it grant me &s;ome reliefe.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4</HEAD>
<L>All thou demands</L>
<L>Is that &s;mall peice of me, my heart;</L>
<L>Lo here it &s;tands</L>
<L>Thine wholly, I'le re&s;erve no part;</L>
<L>Let the three corners be</L>
<L>(Since nought el&s;e can) fil'd with one triple thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5</HEAD>
<L>Set up a Throne,</L>
<L>Admit no rivall of thy power,</L>
<L>Be thou alone</L>
<L>(I'le onely feare thee) Emperour,</L>
<L>And though thy limits may</L>
<L>Seeme &s;mall, Heaven onely is as large as they.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<PB N="86" REF="53">
<HEAD>6</HEAD>
<L>And if by chance</L>
<L>The Old-oft-conquer'd Enemy</L>
<L>New &s;tirrs advance,</L>
<L>Looke but upon him and hee'l fly,</L>
<L>The &s;malle&s;t checke of thine</L>
<L>Will do't, &s;o cannot all the power that's mine.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>7</HEAD>
<L>Thy Kingdome is</L>
<L>More then ten thou&s;and worlds, each heart</L>
<L>A Province is;</L>
<L>Keepe re&s;idence in mine, 'tis part</L>
<L>Of tho&s;e huge Realmes; I'le be</L>
<L>Thy &s;lave, and by this meanes gaine libertie,</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>8</HEAD>
<L>Such as all Earth</L>
<L>Ne're could &s;o much as fancy yet,</L>
<L>Nor can give birth</L>
<L>To thoughts enough to fathom it,</L>
<L>No no, nor can ble&s;t I</L>
<L>When I injoy it, know what I enjoy.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<PB N="87" REF="53">
<HEAD>9</HEAD>
<L>Then give me this</L>
<L>I aske for, though I know not what</L>
<L>(O Lord) it is:</L>
<L>But what's of greate&s;t price give that,</L>
<L>Or plainely bold to be</L>
<L>In begging, Lord, I pray thee give me thee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Hymnus.</HEAD>
<L>UT &s;e perpetuo rotat</L>
<L>Aether, qu&agrave;m fluidis ruit</L>
<L>Semper pendulis orbibus,</L>
<L>Qu&agrave;m dulces variat vices!</L>
<L>Nunc &s;erae tenebrae ruunt,</L>
<L>Nunc lucis jubar aureum,</L>
<L>Nunc flores Zephyri erigunt</L>
<L>Languentes Aquilonibus;</L>
<L>Jam jam vellera nubium</L>
<L>Quiddam caeruleum rubent,</L>
<L>Jam quid caeruleum albicant;</L>
<L>Jam flammam croceam evomit</L>
<L><PB N="80" REF="54" MS="y">Phaebus, &s;ed modo debilem:</L>
<L>Jam molles abigit nives,</L>
<L>Flores parturiens novos,</L>
<L>Jam &s;e proripit, &amp; gelu</L>
<L>Si&s;tit non rapidas aquas.</L>
<L>Tu cuncta haec peragis Deus,</L>
<L>Te clamant Deus, omnia</L>
<L>Feci&s;ti ex nihilo, &amp; modo</L>
<L>Servas ne in nihilum ruant.</L>
<L>Si<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">tu contineas manum,</L>
<L>Labe&s;cant &s;imul omnia;</L>
<L>Tellus, non animalibus</L>
<L>Praebens ho&s;pitium &s;uis,</L>
<L>Sordebit nimiis aquis;</L>
<L>Ip&s;um nec mare noverit</L>
<L>Fluctus &s;i&s;tere fervidos,</L>
<L>Turbabuntur &amp; omnia</L>
<L>Ni tu cuncta manu poti,</L>
<L>Ta cuncta officio tenes.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="89" REF="54">
<HEAD>Selfe.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1</HEAD>
<L>TRaitor &s;elfe, why do I try</L>
<L>Thee, my bitter&s;t Enemy?</L>
<L>What can I beare</L>
<L>Alas more deare</L>
<L>Then is this Center of my &s;elfe my heart?</L>
<L>Yet all tho&s;e traines that blow me up lie there</L>
<L>Hid in &s;o &s;mall a part.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2</HEAD>
<L>How many back-bones nouri&s;ht have</L>
<L>Crawling Serpents in the grave?</L>
<L>I am alive,</L>
<L>Yet life doe give</L>
<L>To Myriads of Adders in my brea&s;t,</L>
<L>Which doe not there con&s;ume, but grow and thrive,</L>
<L>And undi&s;turbed re&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3</HEAD>
<L>Still gnawing where they fir&s;t were bred,</L>
<L>Con&s;uming where they're nouri&s;hed,</L>
<L>Endeavouring &s;till</L>
<L>Even him to kill</L>
<L><PB N="90" REF="55">That gives them life, and loo&s;es of his bli&s;&s;e</L>
<L>To entertaine them: that tyrannicke Ill</L>
<L>So radicated is.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4</HEAD>
<L>Mo&s;t fatall men what can we have</L>
<L>To tru&s;t? our bo&s;omes will deceive;</L>
<L>The cleere&s;t thought</L>
<L>To witne&s;&s;e brought,</L>
<L>Will &s;peake again&s;t us and condemne us too,</L>
<L>Yea and they all are knowne. O how we ought</L>
<L>To &s;ift them through!</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5</HEAD>
<L>Yet what's our diligence even all</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;ands to number that do fall</L>
<L>Chac'd by the winde?</L>
<L>Nay we may finde</L>
<L>A mighty difference; who would &s;uppo&s;e</L>
<L>This little thing &s;o fruitfull were and blind</L>
<L>As it's owne ruine &s;howes?</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="91" REF="55">
<HEAD>Anteros.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>FRowne on me &s;hades, and let not day</L>
<L>Swell in a needle-pointed ray</L>
<L>To make di&s;coveries; wrap me here</L>
<L>In folds of night, and doe not feare</L>
<L>The Suns approach, &s;o &s;hall I finde</L>
<L>A greater light po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e my minde;</L>
<L>O do not (Children of the Spring)</L>
<L>Hither your charming Odours bring,</L>
<L>Nor with your painted &s;miles devi&s;e</L>
<L>To captivate my wandring eyes,</L>
<L>Th' have &s;tray'd too much, but now begin</L>
<L>Wholly t' employ them&s;elves within.</L>
<L>What doe I now on Earth? O why</L>
<L>Do not the&s;e Members upward flie,</L>
<L>And force a roome among the Starres,</L>
<L>And there my greatned &s;elfe di&s;per&s;e</L>
<L>As wide as thought? what do I here</L>
<L>Spread on &s;oft downe of Ro&s;es? there</L>
<L>That &s;pangled curtaine which &s;o wide</L>
<L>Dilates it's lu&s;tre, &s;hall me hide.</L>
<L><PB N="92" REF="56">Mount up low thoughts and &s;ee what &s;weet</L>
<L>Repo&s;ance Heaven can beget;</L>
<L>Could yee the lea&s;t compliance frame</L>
<L>How &s;hould I all become one flame,</L>
<L>And melt in pure&s;t fires? O how</L>
<L>My warmed Heart would &s;weetly glow,</L>
<L>And wa&s;te tho&s;e dreggs of Earth that &s;tay</L>
<L>Glew'd to it, then it might away,</L>
<L>And &s;till a&s;cend, till that it &s;tood</L>
<L>Within the Center of all good;</L>
<L>There pre&s;t, not overwhelm'd with joyes,</L>
<L>Under it's burthen fre&s;h ari&s;e;</L>
<L>There might it lo&s;e it &s;elfe and then</L>
<L>With lo&s;ing finde it &s;elfe againe;</L>
<L>There might it triumph and yet be</L>
<L>Still in a ble&s;t captivitie.</L>
<L>There might it&mdash;O why doe I &s;peake</L>
<L>Who&s;e humble thoughts are far too weake,</L>
<L>To apprehend &s;mall notions? nay</L>
<L>Angels are non-plu&s;'d, though the day</L>
<L>Breakes clearer on them, and they run</L>
<L>In Apogees more neer the Sunne.</L>
<L><PB N="93" REF="56">But oh! what pulls me? how I &s;hall</L>
<L>In the lea&s;t moment headlong fall;</L>
<L>Now I'm on Earth againe not dight,</L>
<L>As formerly in &s;pringing light,</L>
<L>The &s;elfe &s;ame objects plea&s;e, that I</L>
<L>Did even now, as ba&s;e deny:</L>
<L>Now what a powerfull influence</L>
<L>Ha's Beauty on my &s;lavi&s;h &s;en&s;e,</L>
<L>How rob I Nature that I may</L>
<L>Her wealth upon my cheeke di&s;play,</L>
<L>How doth the Giant Honour &s;eeme</L>
<L>Well &s;tatur'd in my fond e&s;teeme;</L>
<L>And Gold that bane of men, I call</L>
<L>Not poi&s;onous now but cordiall:</L>
<L>Since that the Worlds great Eye the Sunne</L>
<L>Ha's not disdain'd to mak't his owne;</L>
<L>Now every pa&s;&s;ion &s;wayes, and I</L>
<L>Tamely admit their Tyranny;</L>
<L>Only with numerous &s;ighings &s;ay,</L>
<L>The ba&s;e&s;t thing is breathing clay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;ure the&s;e vapours will not e're</L>
<L>Draw Curtaines o're my Hemi&s;phere.</L>
<L><PB N="94" REF="57">Let it cleere up, and welcome day</L>
<L>It's lu&s;tre once againe di&s;play.</L>
<L>Thou (O my Sunne) a while mai&s;t lie</L>
<L>As intercepted from mine eye,</L>
<L>But Love &s;hall fright tho&s;e clouds, and thou</L>
<L>Into my purged eyes &s;halt flow,</L>
<L>Which (melted by my inward fires,</L>
<L>Which &s;hall be blowne by &s;trong de&s;ires)</L>
<L>Con&s;uming into teares, &s;hall feele</L>
<L>Each teare into a Pearle congeale,</L>
<L>And every Pearle &s;hall be a &s;temme</L>
<L>In my Cele&s;tiall Diadem.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>A Hymne.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THou mighty Subject of my humble Song,</L>
<L>Whom ev'ry thing &s;peakes, though it cannot &s;peake;</L>
<L>Whom all things Eccho, though without a tongue;</L>
<L>And int' expre&s;&s;ions of thy glory breake.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who out of nothing this va&s;t fabricke brought;</L>
<L>And &s;till pre&s;erv'&s;t it lea&s;t it fall againe,</L>
<L><PB N="95" REF="57">And be reduc'd into it's ancient nought,</L>
<L>But may its vigour primitive retaine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who out of Atoms &s;hap'd thine Image, Man,</L>
<L>And all to Crowne him with Supremacy</L>
<L>Over his Fellow-creatures, nay and than</L>
<L>Did&s;t in him rai&s;e a flame that cannot die.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who&s;e purer fire &s;hould animate that dro&s;&s;e</L>
<L>That renders him but equall to the bea&s;t,</L>
<L>And make him, though materiate and gro&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Not le&s;&s;e then tho&s;e that in no bodies re&s;t,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nay Lord above them, they did fir&s;t of all</L>
<L>Turne Renegadoes to thy Maje&s;ty,</L>
<L>And in their mine did involue his fall,</L>
<L>That caus'd him under thy di&s;plea&s;ure lie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There did he loo&s;e his &s;nowy Innocence,</L>
<L>His undepraved will, then did he fall</L>
<L>Down from the Tower of knowledge, nay from thence</L>
<L>Dated the lo&s;&s;e of his, Heaven, thee, and all.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="96" REF="58">
<L>So wert thou pleas'd to let thy anger lay</L>
<L>Cloudes of di&s;plea&s;ure 'twixt poore man <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">d thee,</L>
<L>That Mercy might &s;end forth a milky my,</L>
<L>To tell, that ne'rethele&s;&s;e thou would'&s;t agree.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Though man in &s;inning &s;till new guilt &s;hould adde,</L>
<L>It never could expugne thy patience;</L>
<L>Thine, who not ever any pa&s;&s;ion had,</L>
<L>But can forgive, as well as &s;ee offence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet though our hearts petrificated were,</L>
<L>And all our blood curdled to ruddy Ice,</L>
<L>Yet cau&s;ed'&s;t thou thy Law be graven there,</L>
<L>And &s;et a Guardian or't, that never dies.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But we eras'd that Sculpture, then thou wrote</L>
<L>In Tables, what thou had&s;t in &s;tone before;</L>
<L>Yet were we not unto obedience brought,</L>
<L>But rather &s;lackned our performance more:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Dead to all goodne&s;&s;e and engulf'd in &s;inne,</L>
<L>Benummed by our owne corruptions,</L>
<L><PB N="97" REF="58">That we were onely drown'd, not render'd cleane,</L>
<L>By th' &s;treames that cover'd all the Earth at once.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Wandring without the lea&s;t ability</L>
<L>To tread, or Eyes to &s;ee our &s;afe&s;t way,</L>
<L>While fiery vengeance at our heeles did fly,</L>
<L>Ready to &s;trike when thou the word &s;hould'&s;t &s;ay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet did&s;t thou di&s;appoint her, thy Sons blood</L>
<L>Suppli'd our want of Oceans of teares.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><POSTSCRIPT>
<P><HI>The Authour thought fit this &s;hould not peri&s;h, though other occa&s;ions &s;uffer him onely to pre&s;ent it in the habit of a Fragment.</HI></P>
</POSTSCRIPT></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Eccle&s;ia&s;tes. 1.3.</HI></BIBL>
<P>What profiteth a Man of all his labour which he taketh under the Sun?</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1</HEAD>
<L>EVen as the wandring Traveller doth &s;tray,</L>
<L>Led from his way</L>
<L>By a fal&s;e fire, who&s;e Flame to cheated &s;ight</L>
<L>Doth lead aright,</L>
<L><PB N="98" REF="59">All paths are footed over, but that one</L>
<L>Which &s;hould be gone;</L>
<L>Even &s;o my fooli&s;h wi&s;hes are in chace</L>
<L>Of ev'ry thing, but what they &s;hould embrace.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2</HEAD>
<L>We laugh at children, that can when they plea&s;e</L>
<L>A bubble rai&s;e,</L>
<L>And, when their fond ambition &s;ated is,</L>
<L>Againe di&s;mi&s;&s;e</L>
<L>The fleeting toy into its former Aire.</L>
<L>What doe we here</L>
<L>But act &s;uch Tricks? yet thus we differ, they</L>
<L>De&s;troy, &s;o do not we, wee &s;weat, they play.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3</HEAD>
<L>Ambitions towrings do &s;ome gallants keepe</L>
<L>From calmer &s;leepe,</L>
<L>Yet when their thoughts the mo&s;t po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ed are,</L>
<L>They grope but Aire,</L>
<L>And when they're highe&s;t, in an in&s;tant fade</L>
<L>Into a &s;hade,</L>
<L>Or like a &s;tone, that more forc'd upwards, &s;hall</L>
<L>With greater violence to'ts Center fall.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<PB N="99" REF="59">
<HEAD>4</HEAD>
<L>Another who&s;e conceptions onely dreame</L>
<L>Mon&s;ters of fame,</L>
<L>The vaine applau&s;e of other Mad-men buyes</L>
<L>With his owne &s;ighes,</L>
<L>Yet his enlarged name &s;hall never craule</L>
<L>Over this Ball,</L>
<L>But &s;oone con&s;ume; thus doth a Trumpets &s;ound</L>
<L>Ru&s;h bravely on a little, then's not found;</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5</HEAD>
<L>But we as &s;oone may tell how often &s;hapes</L>
<L>Are chang'd by Apes,</L>
<L>As know how oft mans childi&s;h thoughts do vary</L>
<L>And &s;till mi&s;carry,</L>
<L>So a weake Eye in twilight thinkes it &s;ees</L>
<L>New &s;pecies,</L>
<L>While it &s;ees nought; &s;o men in dreames conceive,</L>
<L>Of Sceptets, till that waking undeceive.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="100" REF="60">
<HEAD>An Epitaph.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen that my daies are &s;pent, (nor do</L>
<L>I know</L>
<L>Whether the Sun will er'e immi&s;e</L>
<L>Light to mine eyes)</L>
<L>Me thinkes a pious teare needs mu&s;t</L>
<L>Offer &s;ome violence to my du&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Du&s;t, ravel'd in the Aire will fly</L>
<L>Up high,</L>
<L>Mingled with water 'twill retire</L>
<L>Into the mire.</L>
<L>Why &s;hould my a&s;hes not be free</L>
<L>When nature gave them liberty?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But when I go, I mu&s;t them leave</L>
<L>In grave.</L>
<L>No Flouds can make my marble &s;o</L>
<L>As moi&s;t to grow.</L>
<L>Then &s;pare your labour, &s;ince your dew</L>
<L>Cannot from a&s;hes, Flowers renew.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="101" REF="60">
<HEAD>A Pa&s;toroll Hymne.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HAppy Chori&s;ters of Aire,</L>
<L>who by your nimble flight draw neare</L>
<L>His throne, who&s;e wondrous &s;tory</L>
<L>And unconfined glory</L>
<L>Your notes &s;till Caroll, whom your &s;ound</L>
<L>And whom your plumy pipes rebound.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet do the lazy Snailes no le&s;&s;e</L>
<L>The greatne&s;&s;e of our Lord confe&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e whom weight hath chain'd</L>
<L>And to the Earth re&s;train'd,</L>
<L>Their ruder voices do as well,</L>
<L>Yea and the &s;peechle&s;&s;e Fi&s;hes tell.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Great Lord, from whom each Tree receaves,</L>
<L>Then paies againe as rent, his leaves;</L>
<L>Thou do&s;t in purple &s;et,</L>
<L>The Ro&s;e and Violet,</L>
<L>And giu'&s;t the &s;ickly Lilly white,</L>
<L>Yet in them all, thy name do&s;t write.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="102" REF="61">
<HEAD>An Ode.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1</HEAD>
<L>LOrd &s;end thine hand</L>
<L>Unto my re&s;cue, or I &s;hall</L>
<L>Into mine owne ambu&s;hments fall,</L>
<L>Which ready &s;tand</L>
<L>To d' execution, all</L>
<L>Lay'd by &s;elfe-love, O what</L>
<L>Love of our &s;elves is that</L>
<L>That breeds &s;uch uproares in our better &s;tate!</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2</HEAD>
<L>I thinke I pa&s;&s;e</L>
<L>A Meadow guilt with crim&s;on &s;howr's,</L>
<L>Of the mo&s;t rich and beauteous Flowers,</L>
<L>Yet thou alas!</L>
<L>E&s;pi'&s;t what under lowres;</L>
<L>Ta&s;te them, they're poy&s;on, lay</L>
<L>Thy &s;elfe to re&s;t, there &s;tray</L>
<L>Whole knots of Snakes that &s;olely waite for prey.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<PB N="103" REF="61">
<HEAD>3</HEAD>
<L>To dreame of flight</L>
<L>Is more then madne&s;&s;e; there will be</L>
<L>Either &s;ome &s;trong nece&s;&s;ity,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e delight</L>
<L>To chaine us, would we flee.</L>
<L>Thus do I wandring goe,</L>
<L>And cannot Poi&s;ons know</L>
<L>From whole&s;ome Simples that be&s;ide them grow.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4</HEAD>
<L>Blind that I am,</L>
<L>That do not &s;ee before mine eyes</L>
<L>The&s;e gazing dangers that ari&s;e</L>
<L>Ever the &s;ame,</L>
<L>Or in Varieties</L>
<L>Farre wor&s;e, how &s;hall I &s;cape?</L>
<L>Or whether &s;hall I leape?</L>
<L>Or with what comfort &s;olace my hard hap?</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<PB N="104" REF="62">
<HEAD>5</HEAD>
<L>Thou who alone</L>
<L>Can&s;t give a&s;&s;i&s;tance, &s;end me aid,</L>
<L>El&s;e &s;hall I in tho&s;e depths be laid</L>
<L>And quickly throwne,</L>
<L>Whereof I am affraid;</L>
<L>Thou who can&s;t &s;top the Sea</L>
<L>In her mid-rage, &s;top me;</L>
<L>Le&s;t from my &s;elfe my owne &s;elfe-ruine bee.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
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