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<P>DIA, A POEM; To which is added Love made Lovely. By WILLIAM SHIPTON. Publi&s;hed by a Friend.</P>
<P><Q><HI>Haec dedit ut Pereant.</HI></Q></P>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>Charles Tyus,</HI> at the Signe of the Three Bibles on the middle of <HI>London-Bridge,</HI> 1659.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
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<HEAD>To the Truly Noble, <HI>EDWARD TROTTER.</HI> E&s;quire.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Honoured Sir!</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>I Mu&s;t confe&s;&s;e, a bet|ter Arti&s;t &s;hould have &s;canned the <HI>Ja|cobs-Ladder</HI> of your favours, a more famous <HI>Archimedes</HI> have taught his &s;tar-gazeing eyes to
<PB REF="3">feed on the Sun&s;hine of your Courte&s;ies, for the meer folly of Pre&s;umption, degraded the Cream of the Creation from <HI>Commencing</HI> Nobles in that Coele&s;tiall <HI>Athens;</HI> And the high Element of perfection, where your Highne&s;&s;e &s;its En|&s;hrined, DEITY is a Pitch a|bove the &s;orage of my &s;carce-Penfeathered Mu&s;e, to fly with|out the &s;trong ambition of <HI>Eagles</HI> wings, who&s;e Quick|&s;ighted eye, no Comet-Ray can force to obliquity. Yet I fear not, Gemms never were
<PB REF="3"><HI>Sullied</HI> for want of Cabinets, and Ro&s;y-flowers, find alwaies &s;om engrafture <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> by chance came an Executor to <HI>Virgills</HI> Po&euml;ms, and if you deny, a cour|teous entertainment, a Grave|buriall may be had by any <HI>Sax|on, Maecenas Patronized</HI> one from death, in the Living Mo|nument of his brea&s;t, who him|&s;elf &s;aid <HI>&mdash;Non tumulum quaero, &s;epelit Natura Relictos&mdash;</HI> I do Congratulate that from the Cha&s;te debts, I owed to your goodne&s;&s;e, an Incompar|able, and new <HI>Phaenix</HI> is Pro|duced
<PB REF="4">to cancell the Bonds of obligations, who (while &s;he in|tends no further a Progre&s;&s;e, then to live and die, in the Per|fumed <HI>Indy</HI> of your brea&s;t) can never be <HI>aboriive,</HI> I do Con|gratulate, that this new Star doth appear in our <HI>Horizon</HI> to <HI>adaequate</HI> your <HI>Superintendent</HI> merits; before I wanted a <HI>Ma|thematick &s;taffe,</HI> to take the Pole and high <HI>Elevation</HI> of them. SIR, as &s;he's the <HI>Paragon</HI> of all Ladies, be you the Patron of all Patrons, would you be a re&s;olved <HI>Paris;</HI> well, &s;he is a re|&s;olute
<PB REF="4"><HI>Hellen:</HI> Are you a cha&s;te <HI>Platonick,</HI> then &s;he is a cha&s;ter <HI>Ve&s;tall,</HI> frowns or &s;miles di&s;ray from the Caele&s;tiall Orb of your brows. She is in your Pro|tection. While I re&s;t Hers, and your Adorer.</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>William Shipton.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
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<OPENER><SALUTE>SIR!</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>IT was a &s;ufficient &s;a|lute for the <HI>A|therian Prince,</HI> to entertain the <HI>Ro|man Emperor</HI> in bidding him welcome to a banquet of <HI>Orations.</HI> Strange dain|ties indeed! And a new in|vented <HI>Rethorick</HI> to expre&s;&s;e Congratulation: I wi&s;h it
<PB REF="6">were &s;o now, then might I onely go into the Verdent Bowers of <HI>Helicons Elizium,</HI> to gather the Crim&s;on <HI>Ro&s;es floreate</HI> in their chiefe&s;t blo&s;|&s;ome, to crop the gaudy <HI>Lil|lies Liveried,</HI> in the rich Di|apry of <HI>Flora's Wardrobe,</HI> to make Sallets for the feasts of your appetite, but &s;uch &s;hadows plea&s;e not with re|fre&s;hing coolne&s;&s;e, nor can the Painted <HI>Superficies</HI> of <HI>Apol|lo's</HI> Language court a nice <HI>Daphne;</HI> that is, allure your Fancy in the Enamouration of
<PB REF="6">this beauty. I have, Read it was a <HI>Veneration</HI> for <HI>god|de&s;&s;e Fortuna,</HI> if the <HI>Romans</HI> could have leave to expre&s;&s;e their Engagements, as if the <HI>Flexanimous Suada</HI> of their Complementive Eloquence, could cancell all obligations, and Cramp the Large&s;t Indentures into Articles dormant, but here (though a Nobler favo|rite is my friend) that is, the &s;miling <HI>Oratory</HI> of your goodne&s;&s;e gives an invitati|on, if I &s;hould break forth into a confe&s;&s;ion, it would be
<PB REF="7">the confu&s;ion of li&s;ping Elo|quence. Yet grant the in&s;uf|ficiency, Humane in&s;tinct concludes the <HI>Epilogue</HI> of our lives, with the <HI>Epiphonema</HI> of gratitude, if a <HI>Cobler's Crow</HI> (taught by an Eloquent <HI>Grammar</HI>) Natures docu|ments, could Complement this Languae with a &s;alve <HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI> if the melodious Queri&s;ters turned Papi&s;ts in their wooden cloi&s;ters can expre&s;s their hum|ble addre&s;&s;es to the <HI>Spring-Deity,</HI> with the cantation of an <HI>Ave-mary</HI> as we &s;ee <HI>Philo|mel</HI>
<PB REF="7">in melancholly devotions adoring her &s;hrine, and the re&s;t like courtiers, enamoured on her beauties when &s;he appeares in the &V;irgin gayities of Mai|den blu&s;hes; well may Ratio|nality teach me a new Logick and make it the onely Proprium of a man to be gratefull, the &s;i|lent Rivers, who in their &s;oft murmurs already &s;peak the tone of affections, can return their derivations to the Primitive Fountain, and you, who are the Originall &s;pring from which my Rivolets do flow, may well ex|pect
<PB REF="8">a returne with u&s;ury, whereas my mites Widowed from other monies adds no|thing to your trea&s;ure. Yet I &s;ee you expect congratulati|on. Poor <HI>Phoebus,</HI> thy <HI>Ca&s;taly</HI> runs not with the &s;ame <HI>Nectar,</HI> as <HI>Pactolus</HI> his &s;treams: our <HI>Parna&s;&s;us</HI> has nothing but the regall Gar|land, and that is no &s;uf|ficient pre&s;ent to commend your favours, or &s;peak the Highne&s;&s;e of your de&s;erts; I &s;hould have with <HI>Hercules</HI> pur&s;ued the golden fruit (if I
<PB REF="8">would follow the famed <HI>Querps</HI> of tho&s;e brave Po|liticians, whom Love could never out wit) and pre&s;ent tho&s;e <HI>He&s;perides</HI> which times pa&s;t, and <HI>Virgill's Amori&s;t</HI> thought, &s;ufficient to allure a lover, thus he Vants.</P>
<P><HI>Aurea mala decem mi&s;i, cras altera mittam,</HI></P>
<P>I &s;hould have with <HI>Trojan He|roe</HI> attempted the <HI>Auriate</HI> bough which tran&s;ported his ravi&s;hed <HI>Genious</HI> before death to glorious <HI>The&s;&s;aly,</HI> and inoculate it in the Garden of your bountyes,
<PB REF="9">that &s;o by the &s;weet breath|ing <HI>Zephirs</HI> playing two and fro it's leaves, your plea|&s;ures being wafted to a Paradi&s;e of &s;miles; I might find a mild Purgatory to re|fine mee to gratitude. But that is a &s;econd <HI>Aeneas</HI> his labour to performe; therefore I cannot &s;leep the &s;ame Dream, (that is) have the like felicity. How then &s;hall I Ran&s;ack <HI>Indy</HI> of it's Opall glories, for a &s;ati&s;|factory <HI>Done;</HI> When as the Ship of my intelligence cannot
<PB REF="9">imbarke nece&s;&s;aries for &s;o long a Voyage, or how &s;hould I Rifle the <HI>Phoenix</HI> her Fragrant Cabinet to offer Per|fumes as a gratefull <HI>Heca|tombe?</HI> when as our <HI>Pe|ga&s;us Icarian</HI> wings faints in the Sunne-&s;hine, and my Short-handed expre&s;|&s;ions, cannot reach the Incen&s;e trea&s;ured on the &s;ub|lime <HI>Magazine.</HI> I mu&s;t con|dole my hard infortunes, or el&s;e invoke the <HI>Benigne</HI> Stars for a more favourable influence. Yet stay darling
<PB REF="10">Mu&s;e, Why &s;o mleanchol|ly? Here's one pre&s;erva|tives who&s;e <HI>Bal&s;am Ingre|dients</HI> will cure the mala|dy; Here's a fortunate <HI>Or|pheus,</HI> that by his powerfull melody will make thee return from tho&s;e <HI>Stygian &s;hades</HI> of di&s;paire, the pale <HI>Violet</HI> can be entertained in the &s;ame <HI>Sympo&s;ie,</HI> where the <HI>Ruby Ro&s;es</HI> have their &s;weetest allay. The <HI>Je&s;amine</HI> can re|fre&s;h it's homely Colours, where the pure <HI>Lillies re|&s;oliate</HI> their <HI>Superlative</HI> beau|ties,
<PB REF="10">and &s;o may the <HI>Rai|&s;in-tree</HI> of thy de&s;ires grow in the <HI>Felix Arabia</HI> of his brea&s;t, and con&s;equently prove the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word"> perfume, in which the cha&s;te <HI>Phoenix</HI> of his goodne&s;&s;e, intends to &s;uffer expiration, though by a <HI>Pro|methean</HI> coal &s;he gets a &s;econd birth, as he who leaped in|to the Sea, left his Morta|lity behind him coming forth, animated with a new Creati|on; the Elephant adores the Sun in rejoycing under tho&s;e glorious Rayes, and I &s;hall
<PB REF="11">pay your favours a requitall while this <HI>Dia</HI> dre&s;&s;eth her bra|veries in gay &s;miles at the Sun&s;hine of your Coele&s;tiall eyes, I will not therefore &s;pin a Web of <HI>Eulogiums,</HI> and inter|weave it with fine threads of <HI>Hyperbolies,</HI> to prai&s;e you for tho&s;e courte&s;ies I cannot congratulate, lea&s;t I &s;hould be (like the pretty <HI>Ora|tor</HI> makeing a <HI>Panygerick</HI> in <HI>Hercules</HI> his Commendations) bafled with a <HI>Quis Unquam Vituperavit.</HI> Onely <HI>I</HI> will intreat Dame <HI>Rhetorick, to</HI>
<PB REF="11">dre&s;&s;e me in her gawdy attire|ments, that I might &s;till Ravi&s;h your Genious for more gifts of &s;miles, though I &s;till Remain,</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Your &s;ervant, <HI>W. S.</HI></SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
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<HEAD>To the Author on his POEMS.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HEt <HI>Geny</HI> how they live! thou Po&euml;t has</L>
<L><HI>Encomioniz'd</HI> them, as the old <HI>Saints</HI> was</L>
<L>Who to the highe&s;t <HI>Hemi&s;pheres</HI> did blaze,</L>
<L>Known Co~met-glories, in an unknown prai&s;e;</L>
<L>She's &s;hrin'd in ver&s;e, while the &s;ond <HI>Pagans</HI> did</L>
<L><HI>Eternize</HI> Ladies in Art's <HI>Pyramid:</HI></L>
<L>For want of Po&euml;try, what <HI>Ovid</HI> can,</L>
<L>More merit th' honour of <HI>Rome's Vatican.</HI></L>
</LG>
<L>How to the Remote Poles, do&s;t thou define</L>
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<LG>
<L>Thy <HI>Dia's</HI> heavenly e&s;&s;ence, &s;he's divine;</L>
<L>Or el&s;e in this low Orb, we grant no one</L>
<L>Scan'd the <HI>Climacterick</HI> of perfection.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A&s;trologers e&s;py'd a &s;tar of late,</L>
<L>What did it but thy Love Progno&s;ticate,</L>
<L><HI>Venus</HI> her Progre&s;&s;e is now known, but we</L>
<L>Fair <HI>Dia</HI> made a Planet, gue&s;&s;e 'tis &s;he.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Learn'd <HI>Galilaeus</HI> when he view'd a &s;tar</L>
<L>About bright <HI>Sol,</HI> that <HI>Ea&s;t'ran</HI> Charitoer:</L>
<L>Was a predictive type, which did fore-run,</L>
<L>Rare <HI>Dia</HI> a &s;tar, you friend the Sun.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hence let her &s;hine! That Lovers may di&s;cry</L>
<L>How by her &s;miles they live, by frowns they dy</L>
<L>Sometimes a Comet blazing forth their fate,</L>
<L>Somtimes a <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters">ar, the rage to mitigate:</L>
<L>Somtimes to &s;uffer, &s;ometimes to endure,</L>
<L>Loves <HI>Helle&s;pont,</HI> without a <HI>Palinure.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Tiber</HI> and <HI>Thames</HI> did onely eccho forth,</L>
<L><HI>Sydney's &s;tella,</HI> and <HI>Ca&s;tara's</HI> worth:</L>
<L>Th' <HI>aequilibrio's</HI> poiz'd betwixt them here,</L>
<L>Rivers are <HI>Tacent,</HI> but the Po&euml;ts bear;</L>
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<L>A louder Breath, in ver&s;e for to proclaim,</L>
<L><HI>Saint-DIA'S,</HI> title 'bove a puny-name,</L>
<L>She &s;oars aloft, to a perfection higher,</L>
<L>Where we ca~'t prai&s;eher, but we may admire.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Jo Cooke, Cont. Aulae Clar.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
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<HEAD>To the Author.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>_Y Yes! Now I know thy lines do trace</L>
<L>A linage from great <HI>Phoebus</HI> race:</L>
<L>Who&s;e Magick-words co~pels al times</L>
<L>To <HI>venerat o~</HI> &s;tars, from th' climes;</L>
<L>Of th' Spicy <HI>Ea&s;t,</HI> to fall &amp; turn,</L>
<L>Melodious at thy <HI>Dia's Urne:</HI></L>
<L>While <HI>Cinthia</HI> from her glorious &s;phere,</L>
<L>Salutes Earth's gloomy <HI>Cone</HI> to hear;</L>
<L>That Harmony &s;tay, and think 't right,</L>
<L>To be a Shade, to <HI>Dla's</HI> Light.</L>
<L>And grant th' <HI>Olymprans</HI> fea&s;t their <HI>Pallats,</HI></L>
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<L><HI>With po&euml;&s;y</HI> Parna&s;&s;us-&s;allets:</L>
<L><HI>Rich like</HI> Ambro&s;ia, <HI>and their di&s;hes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of</HI> Cancra, Taurus, Capra, Pi&s;ces.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Yet we'le pre&s;ume for to admire,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Not prai&s;e that Sumptuous attire:</HI></L>
<L><HI>We prai&s;e thy Ver&s;e, not doat upon,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tho&s;e Rayes of wits invention:</HI></L>
<L><HI>We'le joy to &s;ee, not &s;trive to give</HI></L>
<L><HI>A charracter</HI> Superlative.</L>
<L><HI>Thy fame in</HI> Quartoes <HI>thou do&s;t rai&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who&s;e Comments mu&s;t in Folioes prai&s;e;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wi&s;h that his Pen (as one of old)</HI></L>
<L><HI>Should drop words,</HI> Stin'graphiz'd <HI>in gold:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Compendious Metaphors to glaze,</HI></L>
<L><HI>From Pole to Pole, a worthy's blaze.</HI></L>
<L><HI>But that in vain! Thy ver&s;e is &s;uch,</HI></L>
<L><HI>As &s;corns an unbald</HI> Critticks <HI>touch;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy</HI> Anthems <HI>Sugred in &s;uch &s;trains,</HI></L>
<L>Pactolus-like, <HI>no dro&s;&s;e contains.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>And now (Learn'd Po&euml;t) we le not hire,</HI></L>
<L>Delphick, Eolick, Le&s;bick <HI>Lyre;</HI></L>
<L><HI>To court thy</HI> Geny, <HI>in brave phra&s;es,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tuning our &s;ences in amazes:</HI></L>
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<L><HI>To rear up</HI> Hecatombs <HI>requires,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Th' exi&s;tance of Po&euml;tick fires.</HI></L>
<L><HI>No; with us &s;ilence &s;peaks the mo&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>While thou'le in thine owne prai&s;es boa&s;t.</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>RICHARD SHIPTON.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<HEAD>APRILL'S ROSE; OR, The &s;ight of his LADY.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>_AS the Vermilion blu&s;h'd <HI>Aurora's</HI> grac&eacute;,</L>
<L>So Rich infu&s;ed through her <HI>Candid</HI> face,</L>
<L>Emparadis'd the world at that rare &s;ight,</L>
<L>Revealed from dull Canopy of Night:</L>
<L>And the great <HI>Phoebus</HI> at the day's a&s;cent,</L>
<L>Peeps from his <HI>Ivory-vernist</HI> Element;</L>
<L>Into his golden Chariot, while the <HI>Don,</HI></L>
<L>Was welcom'd with each Per&s;ian <HI>Orizon.</HI></L>
<L>Sweet <HI>Dia</HI> with her gorgeous robes inve&s;t,</L>
<L>Ro&s;e from the Perfum'd Incen&s;e of her <HI>Ea&s;t;</HI></L>
<L>Enameling all the ground with Starry light,</L>
<L>Beam'd from the <HI>Candors</HI> of her Eyes mo&s;t bright;</L>
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<L>That had not <HI>Sol</HI> been pre&s;ent, you'd have &s;aid</L>
<L>She was the <HI>Luminary,</HI> he the &s;hade.</L>
<L>Such was the great &s;imilitudes to us,</L>
<L><HI>Phoebus</HI> and &s;he are words <HI>Synonemus:</HI></L>
<L>Such was the various beauties &s;he put on,</L>
<L>The <HI>Orient</HI> figures her Complection.</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ere was a <HI>Diamond lu&s;tre, Pearly-eye;</HI></L>
<L>This was a <HI>Saint,</HI> that was a <HI>Diety?</HI></L>
<L>While thus the &s;hin'd, in gaudertes &s;o rare,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Cynthta,</HI> in <HI>Diaphenous</HI> Cloaths of Air.</L>
<L>Each winged <HI>Chore&s;ter</HI> pou'rd forth the choyce,</L>
<L>Of ravi&s;hing <HI>Mu&s;ick</HI> in a well-tun'd Voyce;</L>
<L>Quavering divi&s;ions with &s;o &s;wert a note,</L>
<L>As <HI>Swans</HI> Condole it in a dying throat.</L>
<L>Fir&s;t <HI>Philomel</HI> touching the <HI>Warbling Lute,</HI></L>
<L>Give her Approach a harmony-&s;alute:</L>
<L>Re&s;ounding &s;weet Corrantoes to the Skies,</L>
<L>That they might Ecchoe his loud Symphonies.</L>
<L>Next followed all in order to di&s;play,</L>
<L>Their valiant <HI>Sonnetts</HI> in a Ranting Lay:</L>
<L>Brave-breathed notes, which only could de&s;cry,</L>
<L>How the &s;pheres act their &s;ilent melody.</L>
<L>The Ro&s;es plu&s;h'd with <HI>Flora's</HI> Purple dye,</L>
<L>Tinctured with the Heaven's gallaxy:</L>
<L>By <HI>Aprill's</HI> Pencill, did their lives renew</L>
<L>I ately <HI>Entombed</HI> in the Pearled dew.</L>
<L>Di&s;tilled from the <HI>Limbek</HI> of the Skie,</L>
<L>In the rare <HI>Quinti&s;&s;ence</HI> of <HI>Chymistry,</HI></L>
<L>Grow odoriferus at her Sunny Eyes,</L>
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<L>As if incen&s;ed for a Sacrifice.</L>
<L>The <HI>Virgin-Lillies</HI> who did much condole,</L>
<L>With cold <HI>Antipodes</HI> their <HI>Amorist Sol.</HI></L>
<L>Receiv'd new-birth dre&s;t in a fre&s;h array,</L>
<L>Perfum'd the ground as they would tribute pay:</L>
<L>With richne&s;s of their gallantry which might,</L>
<L>A too, too-high Ambitious <HI>Jove</HI> invite,</L>
<L>To re&s;t on that fair Ganopy &s;upply'd,</L>
<L>With fam'd attendance of their glorious pride:</L>
<L><HI>My Dia,</HI> worthy of &s;o great renown,</L>
<L>Courted by tho&s;e enamor'd Flowers laid down</L>
<L>Her blu&s;hing beauties, for to take repo&s;e</L>
<L>O'th' <HI>Scarlet-violet</HI> and the <HI>Crim&s;on-ro&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>Too-meritorious that their leavs might bee</L>
<L>Pre&s;t with &s;o rare a Trea&s;ury as Shee.</L>
<L>A happine&s;&s;e deny'd where they po&s;&s;e&s;t</L>
<L>Th' <HI>Elezian</HI> fields of <HI>Canaan</HI> mo&s;t ble&s;t:</L>
<L>'Twould ravi&s;h one to &s;peak, but then to &s;ee,</L>
<L>Would &s;tart a Stoick into Exta&s;ie;</L>
<L>And as in&s;pir'd with new-affections tell,</L>
<L>Each wonder in a high-flown Miracle.</L>
<L>Thus &s;weetly taking re&s;t, the wanton wind,</L>
<L>Travell'd among&s;t her glories, which refin'd</L>
<L>By Lov's Calcining flames, did forth expire</L>
<L>Incen&s;e like gums hallow'd in Ve&s;tall fire.</L>
<L>Th' Ubiqueous air fanned her limbs which lay,</L>
<L>A cooling in tho&s;e <HI>July-Groves</HI> of <HI>May:</HI></L>
<L>(Envelloped in the &s;ame pure extent,</L>
<L>As <HI>Con&s;tellations</HI> in the Orient)</L>
<PB N="4" REF="19">
<L>Viewing Exactly what I look't upon,</L>
<L>By (ameer <HI>Latte&s;e-&s;ight</HI>) reflection:</L>
<L>Here one might &s;ee her <HI>Indy-bre&s;t</HI> unfold;</L>
<L>What trea&s;ures wee de&s;ire of Spice and Gold;</L>
<L>What Genious would not act the fam'd pur&s;uit,</L>
<L>With <HI>Hercules</HI> t' attempt th' <HI>He&s;perian</HI> fruit:</L>
<L>Which as tran&s;planted in her bo&s;om grew</L>
<L>More Sweet, more Rich, more Glorious to view;</L>
<L>When &s;he made loo&s;e her gay attirements then,</L>
<L>I did expect a Paradi&s;e agen:</L>
<L>And con&s;equently &s;aw, for at that ope,</L>
<L>There was the deckings of a Heavenly &s;hop,</L>
<L>Where prai&s;es &s;tood mute, Orators and &s;ence,</L>
<L>In admiration only did Commence:</L>
<L>Student of <HI>Arts Science,</HI> enough to know,</L>
<L>What in my&s;terious types her features &s;how;</L>
<L>Sometimes like the <HI>Chri&s;t allick</HI> Star doth &s;hine,</L>
<L>Her <HI>Ophire</HI> beauty in an <HI>Jvory</HI> &s;hrine,</L>
<L>Sometimes like blazing <HI>Meteors</HI> which di&s;play,</L>
<L>Their Rough fac'd Omens in a bearded ray.</L>
<L>That &s;till the future hopes I had of bli&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Was da&s;hed by <HI>Antiperi&s;ta&s;is.</HI></L>
<L>Here her Be&s;pangled tre&s;&s;es &s;eem'd to deck,</L>
<L>The Lovely Tempe of her <HI>Corrall</HI> neck;</L>
<L>With rich Embrodery begun to &s;tray,</L>
<L>In curious <HI>Labyrinths</HI> at the <HI>Roundelar:</HI></L>
<L>Of game&s;ome wind dallying by &s;uch &s;ort,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e curl'd <HI>Maeanders</HI> into amorous &s;port;</L>
<L>How had I Captive been in tho&s;e &s;mall Bands,</L>
<PB N="5" REF="19">
<L>Like <HI>Cupid</HI> fettered by <HI>Diana's</HI> hands:</L>
<L>But the &s;trong Magick of another grace,</L>
<L>Drew me from doting on her beautious face;</L>
<L>How had my <HI>Fancies</HI> rov'd for ever <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">n,</L>
<L>Her brea&s;ts that Hony-planted <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">elion.</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e balmy &s;weets had &s;howr'd me with de&s;ire,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;acred fields got on the Roman Pyre:</L>
<L>When incen&s;e flames the glorious Conducts be,</L>
<L>To waft a light Soul to Eternity,</L>
<L>But when as one injoyn'd I thought to keep,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e plea&s;ures 'twas the idle dream of &s;leep.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>A Quaery.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>Que&s;t. <HI>HAs beauty Pearls from golden Eyes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>In Rich-dig'd Mines of grace;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Has it</HI> Glow-worm Embroderies,</L>
<L>Enjewell'd <HI>in a face.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then Let's di&s;robe.</HI></L>
<L><HI>That heavenly Globe.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of all the&s;e Gems po&s;&s;e&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;o En&s;hrin'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Like Saints divin'd:</HI></L>
<L><HI>For ever wee'l be ble&s;t.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="6" REF="20">
<LG>
<L><HI>An&s;wer.</HI> It wants no Ruby-bo&s;&s;ed Gemms</L>
<L>Di&s;tilled from a tear;</L>
<L>Nor <HI>Onyx-Saphir Diadems,</HI></L>
<L>Th'attire of Royall wear.</L>
<L>No <HI>Bri&s;toll &s;hine,</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>Diamond-fine,</HI></L>
<L>Such <HI>Jove-like</HI> fame be&s;ets,</L>
<L>Who for their Dooms,</L>
<L>Obtains &s;uch Tombs</L>
<L>Enclos'd are <HI>Mahomets.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Que&s;t. <HI>Has beauty's blu&s;hes &s;ugred fea&s;t.,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sweet viands &s;weeter ta&s;te!</HI></L>
<L><HI>Rare welcomes for approved Gue&s;ts,</HI></L>
<L><HI>With Prais'd</HI> Ambro&s;ia <HI>grac't.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Come to the skies,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Rant Eulogies,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sip of tho&s;e Wine-fed Plea&s;ures;</HI></L>
<L><HI>'Tis Pitty wee,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Should let Love bee</HI></L>
<L><HI>A Mi&s;er in her Trea&s;ures.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>An&s;w.</HI> It wants no banquetting delights,</L>
<L>Quilt up in Rich e&s;tates:</L>
<L>The <HI>Epecurian</HI> Appetites</L>
<L>Sucks their brave delicates.</L>
<L>And he who's lips,</L>
<L>Such Nectar &s;ips.</L>
<L>By an Immortall fame,</L>
<PB N="7" REF="20">
<L>At one Career,</L>
<L>Mounts the top-Sphere</L>
<L>Of <HI>Bacchus</HI> Sack-bowld name.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Que&s;t. <HI>Has beauties Cheeks brave Aprills bowers,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Enthron'd with &s;picie breath;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Is</HI> Flora <HI>Pregnant with her flowers</HI></L>
<L><HI>Rais'd from the &s;ick-bed-Earth.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then Cheeks of Or,</HI></L>
<L><HI>We mu&s;t adore</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tho&s;e Argent-crested glories,</HI></L>
<L><HI>His tomb excells</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who's clos'd in &s;mells,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And not in Poet-Stories.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>An&s;w.</HI> It has the Per&s;um'd Ro&s;ie &s;weets,</L>
<L>The gold-array of Ver&s;es,</L>
<L>The Virgin-Lillies <HI>Morpheus</HI> greets,</L>
<L>To deck our fun't all her&s;es.</L>
<L>And if we be</L>
<L>In livery,</L>
<L>Clad of &s;uch amber-cloves:</L>
<L>Howe're we dye,</L>
<L>'Tis &s;ure we lye,</L>
<L>Like God, in Per&s;um'd Groves.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Que&s;t. <HI>Has beauti's brows no frowns but &s;miles,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Life and no killing Courte&s;ies,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Dove-Lillies have their &s;erpent-guiles,</HI></L>
<PB N="8" REF="21">
<L><HI>Stings with the &s;weete&s;t honey lyes.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mount the high-Sphere</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of glory there</HI></L>
<L><HI>True fulgence of who&s;e Rayes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Like</HI> Sol's <HI>fam'd wings</HI></L>
<L><HI>N'Intempure flings,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But fragrant bla&s;ts di&s;playes.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>An&s;w.</HI> It wants no <HI>Zephirs</HI> intermixt</L>
<L>With golden joys of Loves,</L>
<L>Their Halcion in her Center fixt</L>
<L>In downy Plea&s;ure moves,</L>
<L>A &s;mile di&s;rayd,</L>
<L>From a Coy Maid</L>
<L>A monument's mo&s;t clear.</L>
<L><HI>Avant, Avant,</HI></L>
<L>Thou <HI>Troy-Novant</HI></L>
<L><HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter-Tombs</HI> are here.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Que&s;t. <HI>Has beauty's face no tuned voyce,</HI></L>
<L><HI>So Ravi&s;hing the &s;ence,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Spheres harmonious notes have choice</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of Song&s;ters to Commence</HI></L>
<L><HI>Even at a lay,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Gods array.</HI></L>
<L><HI>As with Conden&s;ed air,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That heavenly bli&s;&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Immortall Is</HI></L>
<L><HI>Superlatively Rare.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="9" REF="21">
<LG>
<L><HI>An&s;w.</HI> It wants no Notes the high-flown Lute</L>
<L>Quavered from tho&s;e Quires,</L>
<L>Makes exta&s;ized men amute,</L>
<L>Like the <HI>Phebeian</HI> Lyres.</L>
<L>Here but the throngs,</L>
<L>Of Mu&s;ick-&s;ongs,</L>
<L>At <HI>Syrens</HI> we do &s;tay,</L>
<L>Wer't not Prophain,</L>
<L>I'd &s;ay each &s;train,</L>
<L>Chants <HI>Halleluiha.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Que&s;t. <HI>Has beauty's eyes the golden darts,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Con&s;entrick in a bre&s;t;</HI></L>
<L><HI>This is the wound which cureth hearts,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Makes melancholly ble&s;t.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tho &s;ome in love,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Do &s;wear they prove</HI></L>
<L><HI>Di&s;tempered by that &s;hot.</HI></L>
<L><HI>'Tis &s;weet to me,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Although it be</HI></L>
<L><HI>A poy&s;onous antidote.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>An&s;w.</HI> Tho't has, they win the fields,</L>
<L>Who&s;oe're tho&s;e arms Impale,</L>
<L>At <HI>Bri&s;eus</HI> &s;hrine the &s;tout Greek yields</L>
<L>His Vulcan-coat of male.</L>
<L>A biting ki&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Is the &s;ame bli&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>As fea&s;ts high <HI>Joves</HI> great Pallate,</L>
<PB N="10" REF="22">
<L>Give me the dart,</L>
<L>A joyfull &s;mart</L>
<L>Like weeds in Ro&s;y-&s;allat.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Que&s;t. <HI>Has beauty's skin no downy beds.</HI></L>
<L><HI>For Lovers wantom<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ings,</HI></L>
<L>Jove <HI>dallieth with his Ganymeds,</HI></L>
<L><HI>On Ro&s;e-lac't flowers of Springs,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who in a trice</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sees Paradi&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>In Lillies men Re&s;ide,</HI></L>
<L><HI>As Poets feign</HI></L>
<L><HI>Th' Elezian Plain,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Souls have no other Pride.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>An&s;w.</HI> Yes, that it has, the Purple &s;eed</L>
<L>Of Velvit-violets-&s;ent</L>
<L>Un&s;oyled Ermins glo&s;&s;e the weed</L>
<L>Her Royall Ornament,</L>
<L>From Aprills bower,</L>
<L>A verdant flower.</L>
<L>But mean attirings is,</L>
<L>On gaudies blaze</L>
<L>Let no man gaze,</L>
<L>The Gods go nak'd in bli&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="11" REF="22">
<LG>
<HEAD>Chorus.</HEAD>
<L>IF then a face a feature have,</L>
<L>Such full Con&s;erves of bli&s;&s;es.</L>
<L>We wil our fam'd Embalment crave.</L>
<L>A donative of ki&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>Platonick Soul,</L>
<L>Doth but controle.</L>
<L>His great Immortall flight,</L>
<L>While his coy breath</L>
<L>Is &s;pent in death</L>
<L>Of an Oblivious night.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let's Rant <HI>Eucomiums</HI> to the skies,</L>
<L>Salute this Lady Beauty;</L>
<L>He who's undaunted Spirit tryes</L>
<L>This Ma&s;ter-&s;hip of duty</L>
<L>Clips <HI>Cupids</HI> wings</L>
<L>Makes blunt his &s;tings,</L>
<L>Which turns of Pu&s;h-pike are,</L>
<L>Or if they dye,</L>
<L>Tran&s;crib'd on high,</L>
<L>Shee's Comet and he's &s;tare</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="12" REF="23">
<HEAD><HI>On a blu&s;h which Ri&s;ing like</HI> Aurora <HI>Mode&s;tly Coloured his Lady</HI> Dias Face</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe vanting Stoicks by th'ambitious thought,</L>
<L>That their unpa&s;&s;ionate Poor fools unfraught</L>
<L>Them&s;elves by that high and undaunted Rage,</L>
<L>What Riches are enthron'd i'th Equipage</L>
<L>Of a well-featur'd blu&s;h, or when a Pale.</L>
<L>Vi&s;ard doth their faces circumvail:</L>
<L>For when a blu&s;h tinctures her face, wee &s;eek</L>
<L>The Orient Jewells on her Ruby Cheek.</L>
<L>The <HI>Parian</HI>-marbled <HI>Ophir,</HI> or the &s;tore</L>
<L>Of Ea&s;tern Gemms glo&s;s'd with bright <HI>Indies Or,</HI></L>
<L>When &s;he unto a Colour Pale's confin'd,</L>
<L>Chri&s;tallick Pearls, white Chry&s;tolite's combind,</L>
<L>In that &s;weet Pa&s;&s;ion Margerites be&s;ets,</L>
<L>Her face with Saphirs-glimmering Quarelets.</L>
<L>A blu&s;h and Pale, why? then I may behold</L>
<L>Enough of Silver, and enough of Gold:</L>
<L>Or el&s;e upon her fragrant brea&s;ts <HI>May's</HI> bowers,</L>
<L>Lillies commingled with the Rofie-flowers:</L>
<L>Blew veined Violets as the Pale for Red</L>
<PB N="13" REF="23">
<L>Carnation Tulips rarely figured;</L>
<L>And in tho&s;e dazling eyes with high-&s;prung light,</L>
<L><HI>Adonis</HI> bath'd in blood, <HI>Venus</HI> in white.</L>
<L>Thus with the impre&s;&s;ion of an nobler Coin,</L>
<L>Rubies with brighte&s;t Chri&s;tols do Conjoin,</L>
<L>Thus firy Commets wantonly keep warrs,</L>
<L>With cold Virginity of &s;nowy Stars:</L>
<L>Sometimes behold her vi&s;age and you'l &s;ee,</L>
<L>Her lu&s;tres hid in a Red Canopy.</L>
<L>As when <HI>Aurora's</HI> blu&s;h &s;ignes forth the day;</L>
<L>Byth' fam'd Apparance of a Rudi&s;h ray:</L>
<L>Somtimes out prying judgments do confe&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Pale <HI>Cinthia's</HI> mounted in a &s;able dre&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>And then wee &s;ee by that miraclous &s;ight,</L>
<L>A &s;ullen <HI>Cypre&s;&s;e</HI> typifie the night?</L>
<L>So the fond <HI>Per&s;ians</HI> and the <HI>Pagans</HI> may,</L>
<L>Adore the Moon, adore the break of day;</L>
<L>While in her &s;tarry face we do de&s;cry,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e lights of Heavens Phi&s;iognomy.</L>
<L>The author of Love Melancholly drew,</L>
<L>Her features in their party-coloured hew;</L>
<L>And here the pretty Pale the blu&s;h include,</L>
<L>The <HI>Boy</HI> as &s;ometimes chaft, is &s;ometimes rude;</L>
<L>And &s;o rever&s;t, the &s;ence may thus be grac't,</L>
<L>The <HI>Boy</HI> is &s;omtimes Rude, as &s;ome times cha&s;t:</L>
<L>What need my Hoof-beat-traveller mu&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">, or <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word">,</L>
<L>Seek Tyrian colours when that Purple dye</L>
<L>Lints all my garments, Crim&s;on not the faint,</L>
<L><HI>Ca&s;&s;ock</HI> watchet of an <HI>Engli&s;h Paint.</HI></L>
<PB N="14" REF="24">
<L>What need for brighte&s;t Diamonds? If I was,</L>
<L>A Schollar &s;prung from old <HI>Pythagoras:</HI></L>
<L>I would enjoyn my metemp&s;uchos'd fate,</L>
<L>Within her Pearled eyes to tran&s;migrate.</L>
<L>A great blot is a Giant, red a ruby, white,</L>
<L>Demon&s;trateth the &s;hining Chry&s;olite;</L>
<L>So if in <HI>Hyroglyphicks,</HI> I'd reveal.</L>
<L>My mind, a blu&s;h a ruby were, a pale the Pearl.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>June's gayeties: OR, A Po&s;y in his Lady</HI> Dia's <HI>bre&s;t.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SEe how the Ruby Ro&s;es &s;eeks,</L>
<L>A fre&s;h Ingrafture on your Cheeks;</L>
<L>T'injoy the balmy fragrance there,</L>
<L>Di&s;tilling from a Sugred tear;</L>
<L>New-&s;tartled blu&s;h of <HI>Flora's</HI> bowre,</L>
<L>Plu&s;h interlaced Tulip flower:</L>
<L>Smiling upon the gawdy bre&s;t;</L>
<L>Swears that th'Elizian Confine's ble&s;t;</L>
<L>Cau&s;e flowers in Loves-&s;portings-greet,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t they &s;alute each Lady's feet:</L>
<L>Tho here they would in&s;weetne&s;s &s;pent,</L>
<PB N="15" REF="24">
<L>Attempt a higher Complement:</L>
<L>But that the Sun&s;hine of her face,</L>
<L>Anticipates that heavenly grace:</L>
<L>For &s;hould her eyes that bright-glor'd gem,</L>
<L>Once blaze on their Carnation &s;tem;</L>
<L>Like a Red commet would protend,</L>
<L>No Augury but their own end:</L>
<L>Burnt by that Radiance hot, and dry,</L>
<L>Evaporating from an Eye:</L>
<L>Gold-mantled Lillies Rob'd in white,</L>
<L>Grew glorious to that Lady-light.</L>
<L>Sprung from an eye &s;o &s;weet, &s;o thin,</L>
<L>As <HI>Aprill's</HI> Spic'd Incarnadin;</L>
<L>Here grows a Pinck there's a Ro&s;e found,</L>
<L>This <HI>Clitephon</HI> that <HI>Ro&s;amond.</HI></L>
<L>The Si&s;terhood of flowers do bring,</L>
<L>Their vernall bloomings from the Spring:</L>
<L>To Parallel a &s;ent, a ta&s;te,</L>
<L>Sugred Cream, with &s;pice prefac'd:</L>
<L>But that's in vain 'tis feard each one,</L>
<L>Will dye by aemulation.</L>
<L>And &s;o upon your lips theytd have,</L>
<L>A funerall life, or geneall Grave.</L>
<L>Say they do die, the burialls would,</L>
<L>Out-rant, high <HI>Pyramids</HI> of gould;</L>
<L>Embalm'd in fragrants of your bre&s;t,</L>
<L>As the Ea&s;t wonder's in her ne&s;t:</L>
<L>Say, they do live in perfum'd breath,</L>
<L>Out-la&s;ting Monuments of death:</L>
<PB N="16" REF="25">
<L>They might the <HI>Soli&s;equium</HI> Scorn,</L>
<L>Who Courts the Pale-blu&s;h tinctur'd morn;</L>
<L>For on your Cheeks fair type of bli&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>They have an everla&s;ting ki&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>So that the <HI>Stoick</HI> here would try,</L>
<L>His <HI>Axiomized Apathy;</HI></L>
<L>As abor<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ation to admire,</L>
<L>A &s;mooth-fac't &s;mile, not rough-skind Ire.</L>
<L>The Cynick leave his tub, and trace,</L>
<L>Sweet in&s;piration in her face;</L>
<L>Call him&s;elf happy &s;o to be,</L>
<L>Ble&s;twith that rare Divinitie,</L>
<L>What ere he think, I, I, would change,</L>
<L>My &s;hape to flower, &s;ay I might range:</L>
<L>That face, that Cheek, the &s;how to come,</L>
<L>Of lovers be&s;t Eli&s;ium.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>Ambro&s;ia. OR, His Lady</HI> DIA's <HI>Ki&s;s.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>FAir type of Heaven, and I wi&s;h it were,</L>
<L>My happine&s;&s;e to be Con&s;tellate there.</L>
<L>And if it be a flame, then my de&s;ire,</L>
<PB N="17" REF="25">
<L>Was rapt like the old Prophet in a Fire:</L>
<L>To that <HI>Pavilion</HI> where <HI>Jove-like</HI> bli&s;s,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Sainted</HI> deities Enthroned is.</L>
<L>Nor would I be Prophane, as to aver</L>
<L>It Heaven, in a well-made charracter;</L>
<L>Lea&s;t the Platonicks Ignorant before,</L>
<L>Now by their &s;uper&s;titous ways adore;</L>
<L>Or el&s;e the <HI>Puritans</HI> Religion teach,</L>
<L>As well to Ki&s;s the Pulpit, in't to preach:</L>
<L>And &s;o the u&s;e at hand they will apply,</L>
<L>When th' wanton doctrine of the text lays by.</L>
<L>Or were I Prodigall of words, I might,</L>
<L>Our great profe&s;&s;ed <HI>Libertines</HI> invite,</L>
<L>To la&s;h their tenets, at a lu&s;cious ki&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>As the &s;trict Chri&s;tianity of bli&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Although &s;ome make it Pagantry, the &s;ence</L>
<L>Is true di&s;tilled to a Quinte&s;cence;</L>
<L>For at the fir&s;t appearance unto me,</L>
<L>Her face was Heaven, her &s;elf a Deity.</L>
<L>Her Radiant eyes like Pearled-&s;tars that &s;hine,</L>
<L>In a degree compar'd 'bove <HI>Chri&s;talline,</HI></L>
<L>Her voice tun'd in &s;o rare Concordance there,</L>
<L>As Angels accents in the Skie tun'd &s;phere;</L>
<L>And may not then a ki&s;&s;e, &s;o &s;weet a grace,</L>
<L>Type of Heaven, cau&s;e type of her face:</L>
<L>Be &s;tiled forth lea&s;t we like Athei&s;ts call</L>
<L>Truth non&s;ence, and beleeve no heaven at all;</L>
<L>And &s;ay we did her forme would check that ri&s;e.</L>
<L>Of Ignorance and &s;hew us Paradi&s;e,</L>
<PB N="18" REF="26">
<L>Bloomy with ravi&s;hing &s;weets &s;o rare each one,</L>
<L>As innocence ith' fir&s;t Creation.</L>
<L>In <HI>Pagans Language,</HI> ki&s;s was a perfume,</L>
<L>Who&s;e vitalls when Imbalmed did con&s;ume:</L>
<L>In a &s;weet cloud of Incen&s;e, which breath'd at</L>
<L>The feigned place of re&s;t, they knew not what,</L>
<L>And if in Poets metaphors to come,</L>
<L>'Tis the bright Sun&s;hine of <HI>Elizium:</HI></L>
<L>Then tell me you &s;tern Critticks why not I?</L>
<L>Date it ith' liberties of Po&euml;try.</L>
<L>Authentick, by Po&euml;tick licen&s;e wee,</L>
<L>Can talk (as truth) impo&s;&s;ibilitie;</L>
<L>And yet I would not have the Reader write,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e in &s;ight of a ki&s;&s;e, within the &s;ight</L>
<L>Of Heaven, thus blind fools do oft mi&s;take.</L>
<L>And call it noon, when 'tis but the day-break.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>Parna&s;&s;us.</HI> OR, <HI>His Lady</HI> DIA'S <HI>prai&s;e.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LEt <HI>Amori&s;ts</HI> dote on</L>
<L><HI>Chimaera's</HI> feigned worth,</L>
<L>Who &s;ips up Helicon?</L>
<PB N="19" REF="26">
<L>A Lady's name &s;ets forth:</L>
<L>With a more noble &s;hrine,</L>
<L>Then Deities that &s;hine;</L>
<L>In crim&s;on Robes divine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who &s;ees her beauty-rays,</L>
<L>For's Ink, mu&s;t Nectar quaffe;</L>
<L>To reach the &s;tublime layes,</L>
<L>A Mathematick-&s;ta&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>The longe&s;t Pole of night,</L>
<L>Will &s;erve but to indite;</L>
<L>Above the common flight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That we adore 'tis vain;</L>
<L>Tho&s;e mu&s;es much admir'd:</L>
<L>Who wants a high-pitcht &s;train;</L>
<L>Even at her face's in&s;pir'd.</L>
<L>Their couchant always lies;</L>
<L>Up-rais'd Hyperbolies:</L>
<L>Beyond a vulgar prize.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Sol's</HI> pinions, if extract,</L>
<L>Made by a cherubs skill;</L>
<L>As glorious as exact:</L>
<L>As is an Angel's quill.</L>
<L>But fits enough to tell,</L>
<L>Each wondrous miracle:</L>
<L>In &s;uperhumane &s;pell.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="20" REF="27">
<LG>
<L>Bright Legends of the gods,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e dignities t'unfold;</L>
<L>At lea&s;t would be at odds,</L>
<L>In regi&s;ters of gold:</L>
<L>I love a havenly Lute</L>
<L>To &s;ing, men are a mute</L>
<L>That is beyond di&s;pute.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tho&s;e Hierarchy of maids</L>
<L>Breaths to the &s;tar fed skies,</L>
<L>From their Pierian vades,</L>
<L>But fond Tautologies.</L>
<L>And 'tis a common face</L>
<L>That wants a beauty-grace,</L>
<L>As poor men Herauld's blaze.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A face &s;o rich, &s;o rare</L>
<L>In Spicy-fragrant &s;ents:</L>
<L>Here's Alaba&s;ter-air,</L>
<L>There's th' perfum'd Orients.</L>
<L>The ro&s;y phaenix ne&s;t,</L>
<L>In Sabian odours dre&s;t</L>
<L>Or flowrings of the ea&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Indies guilded were,</L>
<L>At her divine approach,</L>
<L>When &s;he'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"> (brave flowers appear)</L>
<L>In Summer's verdant Coach:</L>
<L>Rude S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">tyres learn to trace,</L>
<PB N="21" REF="27">
<L>Sweet welcome in each place,</L>
<L>At her bay-browed face.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And Autumes dying cre&s;t</L>
<L>Di&s;mantled of all fame,</L>
<L>Her rich-weaved robes inve&s;t;</L>
<L>At th' eccho of her name.</L>
<L>All has an appetite,</L>
<L>To reli&s;h the delight</L>
<L>Of her de&s;ired &s;ight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Columbus Cloy&s;tred dwells,</L>
<L>Within her glorious brea&s;t;</L>
<L>Thence th' golden miracles,</L>
<L>Di&s;covers Ea&s;t, and We&s;t.</L>
<L>And in her bo&s;om gay,</L>
<L>A man may, &s;till &s;urvey;</L>
<L>New-found <HI>America.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor is it &s;trange that thance,</L>
<L>At her incen&s;ed breath,</L>
<L>Into rare quinti&s;&s;ence,</L>
<L>Trees &s;hould their gums un&s;heath:</L>
<L>And flowers &s;weetne&s;s yields,</L>
<L>Ith' ro&s;e-adorned, fields;</L>
<L>From forth their &s;tronge&s;t &s;hields.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Since what men men't of old?</L>
<L>That Okes &s;hould hony &s;pill;</L>
<PB N="22" REF="28">
<L>By her happy featur's told,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e all their &s;weets di&s;till.</L>
<L><HI>Deucalion's</HI> Flood,</L>
<L>Runs from the &s;malle&s;t bud</L>
<L>Of the mo&s;t dry-grown wood.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How fair that face will be,</L>
<L>Would not the &s;toicks fly,</L>
<L>For to injoy this rarity:</L>
<L>Their mad-&s;train'd Here&s;y.</L>
<L>Sure they'd confe&s;s</L>
<L>Love, could they but gue&s;s</L>
<L>It's only happine&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Would not the barb'rous &s;tate,</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t nature's precepts warre,</L>
<L>Should beauty's compared fate;</L>
<L>Some can did virtues &s;pare:</L>
<L>Yes, they would &s;ure unite,</L>
<L>In a mo&s;t am'rous &s;pright,</L>
<L>Brave <HI>Hymens</HI> famed rite.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Had <HI>Homer</HI> Eyer, how he'd di&s;grace</L>
<L>The blind mi&s;takes he writ,</L>
<L>On curious <HI>Hellens</HI> faire&s;t face:</L>
<L>With his skie-towring wit.</L>
<L>For you're the &s;ame,</L>
<L>I know that brow, that name</L>
<L>Speaks Paris only Dame.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="23" REF="28">
<LG>
<L>As <HI>Greece,</HI> and <HI>Troy</HI> in&s;pire</L>
<L>Me, with a Heavenly &s;ence;</L>
<L><HI>Carthage,</HI> and <HI>Rome</HI> in fire</L>
<L>Shall fierce-made wa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">rs commence:</L>
<L>Here &s;hall an <HI>Hector</HI> lye,</L>
<L>There an <HI>Achilles</HI> dye:</L>
<L>By fal&s;e-fac't treachery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Here &s;hall great Priams wall</L>
<L>With Tragedyes be cru&s;ht;</L>
<L>There th' fam'd Palladium fall;</L>
<L>In monumentall du&s;t:</L>
<L>And cha&s;te <HI>Penelope</HI></L>
<L>Shall living be,</L>
<L>A thrice-fam'd Dietie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Come Sophos now, and drain,</L>
<L>Th' Hippocrenian fount,</L>
<L>Into a well pen'd &s;train,</L>
<L>A &s;orage, 'bove the mount.</L>
<L><HI>Parna&s;&s;us,</HI> for a theam,</L>
<L>Sugr'd milky-way cream.</L>
<L>Days glo&s;t with the Sun-beam.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fetcht Metaphors from thence,</L>
<L>The &s;eat of Eulogies,</L>
<L>For Panegerick influence,</L>
<L>A high-&s;train'd &s;pear outvies,</L>
<L>Strong notes above,</L>
<PB N="24" REF="29">
<L><HI>Ela</HI> doth prove</L>
<L>But &s;ing-&s;ong for great love.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Compendiums can't contain</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Orient jewels bright,</L>
<L><HI>Sol</HI> in's Meridian</L>
<L>Eclip&s;eth but this light:</L>
<L>Po&euml;tick-&s;ounding prai&s;e</L>
<L>Mu&s;t have a high-&s;trung rai&s;e;</L>
<L>Beyond Seraphick blaze.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All ancient Po&euml;ts &s;trains</L>
<L>Rapes prophanations writ,</L>
<L>Puff'd up in merry veins</L>
<L>From Heliconian pit;</L>
<L>Whereas their ver&s;es prate</L>
<L>That the mo&s;t holy &s;tate</L>
<L>Of <HI>Jove's</HI> adulterate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Had they but &s;een, they'd &s;aid</L>
<L>In ranting Charracters,</L>
<L>Her virtuous beams di&s;play'd</L>
<L>Soules paramount by her's:</L>
<L>All colours el&s;e are faint,</L>
<L>But that cele&s;tiall paint,</L>
<L>Which &s;hadows forth this Saint.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="25" REF="29">
<HEAD><HI>May's Cabinet.</HI> OR, <HI>His Lady di&s;played.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SO grows the &s;weetned Genious of <HI>May,</HI></L>
<L>When <HI>Sol's</HI> Eoan-dye colours the day</L>
<L>Into a Purple Pompery, who&s;e Rayes</L>
<L>Dame-<HI>Tellus</HI> flowry Progenie di&s;playes;</L>
<L>So grows the rare-&s;et Ea&s;tern &s;picy flowers,</L>
<L>Con&s;erved in the &s;ugred <HI>Indian</HI> bowers.</L>
<L>Who&s;e Candid odors highly do commence,</L>
<L>More Incen&s;e then the balmy frankin&s;ence.</L>
<L>As doth her breath which exhalations be</L>
<L>Of all tho&s;e &s;weets the fam'd Epitomie.</L>
<L>Thus th'early Lark, be&s;t Herauld of the day,</L>
<L>Summons up <HI>Phebus</HI> with her lovely lay,</L>
<L>When by her Angell-voyce &s;he &s;inge on high.</L>
<L>Her purer Mattins, to the purer skie.</L>
<L>Tho wee poor &s;acrilegious men can't prize</L>
<L>The Anthem, 'tis her morning Sacri&s;ice.</L>
<L>While wee in lethargy of &s;leep are drown'd.</L>
<L>She from her Ro&s;e-quilt bed with Lillies crown'd.</L>
<L>In <HI>Flora's</HI> gorgeous fields, betimes on wings.</L>
<PB N="26" REF="30">
<L>Her Orizons in brave Corrantoes &s;ings.</L>
<L>As doth my <HI>Dia</HI> in a Cherubs note,</L>
<L>Her high-Rais'd ditties to the Heavens quote.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So all the Stellate beauties call'd divine,</L>
<L>Within the Orbs illu&s;trious vizards &s;hine</L>
<L>Like <HI>Tytan</HI> through a cloud who&s;e &s;plendors ri&s;e</L>
<L>With more illumination to our eyes.</L>
<L>Ju&s;t when he peeps (his beams with glory fills)</L>
<L>Over the &s;hady trees, by th'Ea&s;tern hills.</L>
<L>And at one in&s;tance flag'd with light appears,</L>
<L>No more he's Rayed in the &s;ublime Spheres.</L>
<L>So Con&s;tellations &s;hine i'th Center fixt,</L>
<L><HI>Perti-per-pale,</HI> heat light intermixt.</L>
<L>As doth my <HI>Dia's</HI> fair unblemi&s;ht face</L>
<L>Con&s;picuous &s;hine, in each tran&s;lucid grace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Ruby Corall, and the diamond cliffe.</L>
<L>Swell'd in a marble large as Teneriffe.</L>
<L>Folli&s;ht with Ivory, artifice that vyes,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e monumentall old Immergeries,</L>
<L>Like Rhetorick flouri&s;ht in a gaudy name,</L>
<L>By mi&s;cellanious metaphors of fame:</L>
<L>Doth vaunt the Highne&s;&s;e of it's beauties bright,</L>
<L>More luminous i'th ob&s;cure vaults of night:</L>
<L>As doth my <HI>Dia's</HI> eyes &s;corning to dwell</L>
<L>Like Orient gemms hid in an Oy&s;ter's &s;hell.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus &s;ugred <HI>Hybla</HI> with it's gumms appears</L>
<PB N="27" REF="30">
<L>To cloud the lu&s;tres of tho&s;e Hemis-pheers,</L>
<L>And &s;hrine <HI>Sol</HI> in it's fragrant-Winding-&s;heets,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Phenix</HI> coffin'd in her fun'rall &s;weets.</L>
<L><HI>Arabia's</HI> Candia-Ca&s;&s;ia, what rich &s;mells</L>
<L>I'th' Aromatick-flowry mountain dwells?</L>
<L>What Ro&s;aries doth <HI>Sabian</HI> Coa&s;ts dige&s;t,</L>
<L>Or &s;pice which i'th'odoriferous We&s;t.</L>
<L>What <HI>Europe,</HI> in Perogatives of bli&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Has fam'd, is <HI>Dia's</HI> &s;weet Periphra&s;is.</L>
<L>For her brea&s;ts Redolent do much excell</L>
<L>Th' Amber, or each Ambro&s;aick &s;mell.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>Adonis,</HI> OR, <HI>The Lovers Complaint.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AH fair <HI>Dia,</HI> why &s;o Proud?</L>
<L>Rich attirements only croud</L>
<L>Your beams in a ma&s;quing hood,</L>
<L>As the kelder of a cloud.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Sol</HI> &s;ometimes doth over&s;had;</L>
<L>And the Spheres in vain are <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word"></L>
<L>If their virtues be'nt di&s;play'd</L>
<PB N="28" REF="31">
<L>In their Orientall trade.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And that's glaring forth the bright</L>
<L>Mode&s;t excellence of light,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e <HI>Cinthia's</HI> dimmer &s;ight,</L>
<L>Is as pure in darke&s;t night.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ah fair <HI>Dia,</HI> why do you</L>
<L>Shine, in &s;uch divined hew,</L>
<L>La&s;t tho&s;e gauderies renew</L>
<L>Me, 'tis but skie-coloured blew,</L>
<L>More fal&s;e-hearted, then 'tis true.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Why do you &s;weet fair impart</L>
<L>Frowns, for pritty &s;miles my heart</L>
<L>Griev'd, indures the living &s;mart,</L>
<L>Made by 'th wanton's golden dart.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Rather let me be imbrac't</L>
<L>With your am'rous fouldings cha&s;t,</L>
<L>From that gallaxied wa&s;t,</L>
<L>Where all future bli&s;&s;es plac't</L>
<L>In eternall joyes are grac't.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For I wi&s;h not <HI>Aprills</HI> bloom</L>
<L>Great Pyramidalls of <HI>Room,</HI></L>
<L>For my Mahumeran-brave tomb,</L>
<L>At the fates di&s;placant doom,</L>
</LG>
<PB N="29" REF="31">
<LG>
<L>But, but your <HI>Elizium.</HI></L>
<L>Some have doted on the dry</L>
<L>Pictures of Anatomy,</L>
<L>In a Virgin-coloured dye;</L>
<L>And &s;weet Lady yield, lea&s;t I</L>
<L>Love th'impo&s;&s;ibility.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Ixion</HI> did his fondne&s;&s;e prove</L>
<L>To catch <HI>Juno's</HI> cloud, who'l move</L>
<L>Ith'large circuits of a Grove,</L>
<L>Where that great <HI>Olimpique Jove,</HI></L>
<L>Found Cali&s;toes fit for love.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And he's but a dulman for't,</L>
<L>Who to the well-Ladyed Court</L>
<L>Of dame <HI>Venus,</HI> doth re&s;ort</L>
<L>If it be not for brave &s;port.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Not the Cyprian wanton &s;pruce,</L>
<L>Would make Gallants &s;o profu&s;e;</L>
<L>But the hopes of richer Juice,</L>
<L>Which tho&s;e <HI>Venu&s;&s;es</HI> produce.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For my Part, 'tis my own mind,</L>
<L>To approve tho&s;e fruits I find</L>
<L>Ruby Apples in a rind,</L>
<L>On a Lady's cheeks combind,</L>
<L>Or tho&s;e eyes-glar'd could refin'd</L>
<L>Ta&s;te mu&s;t here like &s;ight be dim'd.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="30" REF="32">
<LG>
<L>Ah fair <HI>Dia</HI> why &s;o dre&s;t</L>
<L>In perfumes of &s;picy Ea&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>Phoenix</HI>-like, i'th'dying ne&s;t.</L>
<L>All tho&s;e &s;weets by you po&s;&s;e&s;t</L>
<L>Don't your fragrant name inve&s;t,</L>
<L>Le&s;t we &s;mell them in a bre&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Chorus.</HEAD>
<L>THen afford him your bright eyes</L>
<L>Shining lights of beauties skies</L>
<L>To revive him, where two tryes</L>
<L>Con&s;orts, there's be&s;t melodies.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>Mahomet.</HI> OR, <HI>A flye buried in</HI> Dia's <HI>tear.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MAd Courtier! was it not a Pitch too-high</L>
<L>For weak ambition's wings to &s;oar, or flye?</L>
<L>Methinks a Pole of honour, &s;o fublime,</L>
<L>Fits only Pearls of this our modern time;</L>
<L>For to &s;alute and complementive &s;it</L>
<L>In&s;hrined in that Royall Cabinet.</L>
<PB N="31" REF="32">
<L>Did&s;t thou want heat? and thy feathers rai&s;e,</L>
<L>To warm th'intempure at her ardent Rayes,</L>
<L>She might permit, the <HI>Sol</HI> doth oft imbrace</L>
<L>The dusky &s;urface of an <HI>Aethiop's</HI> face.</L>
<L>What? <HI>Phaeton,</HI> did not thy valour fear</L>
<L>The hot-fac'd <HI>Phebus</HI> of that Hemi&s;phere?</L>
<L>If by his beams thou fall, it is thy fault,</L>
<L>Giants now pennance for their lewd a&s;&s;ault.</L>
<L>What <HI>Icarus?</HI> wa'&s;t thy vanting pride to ri&s;e</L>
<L>With waxen wings up to tho&s;e fulgent skies?</L>
<L>Pre&s;umptuous boy, thy de&s;tinies condole</L>
<L>A le&s;&s;er Sun corusk a lower Pole</L>
<L>Then this high Orb of fame, might &s;erve the turn,</L>
<L>Where now thy fates a placant victim burn.</L>
<L>There was no hopes but as thy pinneons felt,</L>
<L>That purer heat mu&s;t into &s;orrows melt,</L>
<L>And drown'd in &s;adder griefs, thy joyes di&s;robe,</L>
<L>In aiming at that high-&s;prung arched globe.</L>
<L>But thou art dre&s;t in fun'rall blacks wee &s;ee</L>
<L>Th'intomb'd in gildures of tears purity.</L>
<L>Here's then the glory, his brave martyred fall</L>
<L>Shall have the prai&s;e of great memoriall,</L>
<L>For never in the balmy beds of &s;pice,</L>
<L>Could dying lovers catch this Paradi&s;e.</L>
<L>Th' <HI>Eoan</HI> Lady ner'e could richer lye</L>
<L>Imbalm'd with &s;weetned fumes of fragrancy,</L>
<L>When &s;he's re&s;olv'd her chaft thoughts to expire</L>
<L>Ith'pregnant incen&s;e of perfumed fire.</L>
<L>Had Natures Jewells bin congeal'd to one,</L>
<PB N="32" REF="33">
<L>And metamorphos'd to a diamond-&s;tone.</L>
<L>That marble for thy co&s;tly tomb might be</L>
<L>No monarch-Epitaph of dignity.</L>
<L>Or had the tall Piramides of fame,</L>
<L>Bin con&s;ecrated to thy dying name.</L>
<L>The Pincely gallantry would not at all</L>
<L>So rare inriched have that funerall.</L>
<L>A tear, why, why? that is a Pearled Shrine,</L>
<L>T'inclo&s;e a Saint a Deity divine.</L>
<L>A Saphire-Sepulcher a ruby Jet.</L>
<L>T'Interre that great Almighty <HI>Mahomet.</HI></L>
<L>Tho&s;e Mau&s;olaeums <HI>Cleopatra</HI> would</L>
<L>Scorn, burni&s;ht up with co&s;tly globes of gold.</L>
<L>Might her rude f<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">me be monumented by</L>
<L>Th' <HI>Elixar</HI>-Jewells, of an amber-Eye.</L>
<L>Our &s;hallow Prai&s;es, glo&s;&s;ed, pure, bright,</L>
<L>Are but dim &s;hadows of that glimmering light.</L>
<L>Le&s;t we coyn Heavens, by the Heaven's mint,</L>
<L>And Diamond-Plumes on diamond feathers print.</L>
<L>He who&s;e la&s;t de&s;tiny's entombed there,</L>
<L>Knows onely th'high ambition of a tear.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="33" REF="33">
<HEAD>Aurora's blu&s;h, OR, The morning-&s;ight of his Lady.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AS <HI>Sol</HI> encircled in a ray,</L>
<L>Summon'd tho&s;e Heranlds of the day,</L>
<L>To mount their ea&s;tern &s;teeds, and clear</L>
<L>Nights Curtains from the vailed &s;phere:</L>
<L>In a mo&s;t gorgeous intent,</L>
<L>To cha&s;e th'enamel'd orient;</L>
<L>Near by the &s;ilent &s;ilver tides,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Neptune</HI> in's attirements glides;</L>
<L>Along the Meads which did tran&s;pire,</L>
<L>Life perfumes hallowe'd in the fire;</L>
<L>There &s;miling &s;weets fits on fair bowers,</L>
<L>There <HI>Cloris</HI> tin&s;ileth the flowers:</L>
<L>The earth &s;eem'd clad in <HI>May,</HI> to &s;corn,</L>
<L><HI>Don Phoebus,</HI> and his ro&s;y-morn:</L>
<L>Who&s;e oriency did far excell,</L>
<L>Rich-loaded <HI>Ca&s;&s;ia's</HI> fragrant &s;mell.</L>
<L>I view'd a Paragon who&s;e bright,</L>
<L>Appearance &s;eem'd the Queen of light;</L>
<L>Ray'd with &s;uch &s;plendors here &s;he bore,</L>
<PB N="34" REF="34">
<L>A commet, there a Meteor</L>
<L>Di&s;heveled from a frondent brow,</L>
<L>With <HI>Venus-myrtles, Cupid's</HI> yew.</L>
<L>Her &s;pangled tre&s;&s;es, ty'd in hairs</L>
<L>Legends of <HI>Cupid's</HI> Pri&s;oners;</L>
<L>Who&s;e Darts di&s;piled, all became,</L>
<L>True vot'ries to her &s;acred name:</L>
<L>So that the Poets god's divine,</L>
<L>Adores a female's mortall &s;hrine;</L>
<L>Her eyes empearl'd in ro&s;y-heat,</L>
<L><HI>Adonis</HI> well might bathe in &s;weat:</L>
<L>Of th' Milky-way, her bre&s;ts upon</L>
<L><HI>Venus,</HI> her Offa, Pelion.</L>
<L>Rivolets of <HI>Elixar</HI> did meet,</L>
<L>In combination, ki&s;&s;es &s;weet;</L>
<L>Strove through her eyes, that Chri&s;tall &s;luce,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Alpheus</HI> courting <HI>Arethu&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>Her candid beauties which ari&s;e,</L>
<L>Compounds of Lillies Ro&s;aries;</L>
<L>As <HI>Sol</HI> in's element di&s;playes,</L>
<L>The banks to Sun-&s;hine floods of rayes.</L>
<L>And as th' Hyblean Bird, who flings,</L>
<L>On each &s;weet flower his painted wings:</L>
<L>Cul<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"> the mellifluous &s;prings, and &s;preads,</L>
<L>His ravi&s;hments on <HI>April's</HI> meads</L>
<L>By curious chymi&s;try and jetts,</L>
<L>On <HI>Flora's Hyblas</HI> or <HI>Hymets,</HI></L>
<L>She with her Ivory hands pre&s;um'd,</L>
<L>To rob each fragrant-&s;weet perfum'd;</L>
<PB N="35" REF="34">
<L>Each ruby blo&s;&s;om on the &s;tem,</L>
<L>Pre&s;enting her a diadem;</L>
<L>Fir&s;t on this bower, And then on that,</L>
<L><HI>Cupid's Venus-Ararat:</HI></L>
<L>Pinking her face, a gem more worth,</L>
<L>Then <HI>Homer's</HI> &s;waggering lines &s;et forth;</L>
<L>Oth' <HI>Grecian Hellena,</HI> her fights</L>
<L>Puling Platonick &s;oules delights.</L>
<L>What could I think but that &s;he was,</L>
<L>True godhead of that Pearly la&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>The gold-ruin'd fountains &s;tanding by,</L>
<L>Like the &s;ea-daughtered deity;</L>
<L>Or Queen of <HI>June,</HI> from <HI>Aprill's</HI> race,</L>
<L>And Tempe was this plea&s;ant place,</L>
<L>Where a yery Organi&s;ts did throng,</L>
<L>Their &s;weet voic'd <HI>Anthems</HI> to a &s;ong;</L>
<L>As the &s;hril-luted ecchoes might,</L>
<L>Salute Heaven, in a canting plight.</L>
<L>But &s;ad mi&s;takes did every one,</L>
<L>Act in their veneration:</L>
<L>For <HI>Ave-maries</HI> unto her</L>
<L>Sung. He, but &s;he-birds, <HI>&s;alve vir</HI></L>
<L>Here odoriferous Gums red-white,</L>
<L>Damask-tinctured <HI>Margarite:</HI></L>
<L>Ro&s;y con&s;erves, blooms of We&s;t,</L>
<L>Spiceries, which bruis'd &s;mels be&s;t;</L>
<L>Or-di&s;colouring argent pearl,</L>
<L>Beautyfi'd that &s;ummer-girl.</L>
<L>But lea&s;t <HI>Phoebus</HI> &s;hould impair,</L>
<PB N="36" REF="35">
<L>Her worth, by ki&s;&s;ing &s;uch a fair;</L>
<L>With his Auriferous beames, &s;he hies,</L>
<L>To yonder banks of &s;trawberries.</L>
<L>Under tho&s;e Myrtles which appears,</L>
<L>Sadde&s;t mementos of Love's tears.</L>
<L>I followed after the brave Dame,</L>
<L>In tho&s;e mild groves, cooling the flame;</L>
<L>Of fiery-<HI>Sol's</HI> expan&s;ive-rayes</L>
<L>Which cau&s;ed in tho&s;e &s;hades delayes:</L>
<L>Here I <HI>Adonis</HI> &s;how'd, and there</L>
<L><HI>Venus</HI> blu&s;hing form, her &s;phere,</L>
<L>As ancient <HI>Am'ri&s;ts</HI> did interre,</L>
<L>Saints-loped in bark's kalender:</L>
<L>Here great <HI>Apollo</HI> tomb'd, we find,</L>
<L>There <HI>Daphne</HI> corporate to a rinde;</L>
<L>But as tho&s;e &s;peeches, &s;he was gon.</L>
<L>Like an exhalation:</L>
<L>Whether a &s;leep, I cannot tell,</L>
<L>Or wak't I cannot, &s;o <HI>Farewell.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epithalamium">
<PB N="37" REF="35">
<HEAD>Hymen, O Hymanaee; OR, An invitation to the Nuptiall.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>UP with the morning Lark, my <HI>Dia,</HI> ri&s;e,</L>
<L>From th'odoriferous beds of Ro&s;aries,</L>
<L>While we expect a more cele&s;tiall fight,</L>
<L>By th'day-break of your face di&s;vaild from night:</L>
<L>To a vermilion-morn who&s;e blu&s;hing head,</L>
<L>Like Lillies are, with &s;carlet ro&s;es &s;pread;</L>
<L>Laureat-<HI>Apollo</HI> his high Orbs out &s;cans,</L>
<L>As climant in the full Meridians:</L>
<L>Scattering the creamy-&s;prings, with &s;ugred rayes,</L>
<L>As <HI>Zephtrus</HI> mild &s;miles on flowers di&s;playes;</L>
<L>Each winged Queri&s;ter, has rais'd on high,</L>
<L>The dulcid Anthems of his melody:</L>
<L>At <HI>Pho&s;phorus &s;hrine</HI> riding the early coach,</L>
<L>Proud harbinger of <HI>Ruby-Sol's</HI> approach;</L>
<L>And you fair <HI>Dia,</HI> &s;till de&s;ire to &s;pread,</L>
<L>On <HI>Flora's</HI> drow&s;ie flowers your &s;leepy head.</L>
<L>But now awakt, richly your &s;elf array,</L>
<L>With the Injewel'd &s;weets of Lady May;</L>
<L>So rarely verdant in the Purled fields,</L>
<PB N="38" REF="36">
<L>Where maiden <HI>Aprill,</HI> her fam'd fragrant yields</L>
<L>In blu&s;hing glories, let the immortall &s;eed</L>
<L>Of <HI>Jove</HI>'s great brain, (envy the gawdy weed</L>
<L>Adorns your features) catcht at thinner air,</L>
<L>Conden&s;ed to an Angels garb mo&s;t rare:</L>
<L>In imitation, the robe to pre&s;ume,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t mount in feathers of <HI>Seraphique</HI> plume;</L>
<L>Who&s;e rarefaction, though it can't excell,</L>
<L>That filken garment, may be paralel.</L>
<L>And fir&s;t ran&s;ack rich <HI>July's</HI> wardrobe place,</L>
<L>In <HI>Tellus</HI> flowery bo&s;om highly grace;</L>
<L>With redolentiall herbs, con&s;erved &s;weets,</L>
<L>Where red-fac'd Tulipt, Pale-face'd gilloes greets:</L>
<L>And in a Ro&s;e-quilt coronet combine,</L>
<L>Crim&s;on-incarnat new-&s;prung J<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">zamine:</L>
<L>Each parts-coloured Panucy Damask-flowers,</L>
<L>Panting for incen&s;e, on tho&s;e neighbouring bow|ers;</L>
<L>Breath'd odors from your bre&s;t, from yees the dew,</L>
<L>Would &s;oon with fame their Sun&s;hine-lives renew.</L>
<L>Next rifle Tyre for purple, and the &s;leek</L>
<L>Ea&s;tern velvet, like her ruby cheek:</L>
<L>The fam'd Licilian Seas where Coralls be,</L>
<L>Woods inter-grown with <HI>Affrick's</HI> Ivory,</L>
<L>Of which compo&s;e a garment, never &s;een</L>
<L>To cloath th' ambition of <HI>Olympus</HI> Queen:</L>
<L>With Aromatique &s;pices, balm the be&s;t,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;weetened rai&s;ins fragrant in the Ea&s;t;</L>
<L>All compounds of <HI>May's</HI> &s;imples by intent,</L>
<L>T' inrich that incompar'd attirement.</L>
<PB N="39" REF="36">
<L>And now adorn'd hence, hence perfumed &s;mells,</L>
<L>Hence, hence <HI>Arabian-Ambers,</HI> which excells;</L>
<L>The ro&s;y-bloomings of a <HI>July-morn,</HI></L>
<L>Or rich Ambro&s;ias which <HI>Jove's</HI> fea&s;ts adorn;</L>
<L>Here Incen&s;e of an <HI>Holocau&s;ted fire</HI></L>
<L>The crim&s;on flowers in their plu&s;h attire:</L>
<L><HI>Vermilion-Amithi&s;ts,</HI> hot-Amulets,</L>
<L>Pomander, Nardes, rare-Bal&s;om, violets,</L>
<L>You &s;peak her artificiall &s;weets, a name,</L>
<L>But not at all her native-gu&s;ts proclaime:</L>
<L>So &s;ugred as dame natures curious quill,</L>
<L>Pencil'd exactly, by an untaught skil.</L>
<L>Begon large Di'mond rockes, ye pearls adieu,</L>
<L>We fondly dig for plea&s;ures in Peru;</L>
<L>We &s;eek the Orient gems, the Adamant,</L>
<L>The Jewels which exotick nations vant:</L>
<L>Too &s;trictly there's no &s;plendors like to hers,</L>
<L>They're only rich, who're the compettitors;</L>
<L>To &s;ome you may add fame, but here's an eye,</L>
<L>A Chri&s;tal pure &s;hining tran&s;parently;</L>
<L>Let <HI>Indy</HI> boa&s;t the &s;ame. It, it &s;hall be</L>
<L>Mirror of wonders to eternity.</L>
<L>La&s;tly, go forth my <HI>Dia</HI> &s;weet, my &s;weet,</L>
<L>Your love-&s;ick Am'ri&s;t at the altar meet:</L>
<L>Where to your face, beauty's chiefe&s;t skies,</L>
<L>He immolates his heart a Sacrifice;</L>
<L>Imbrace he will your world, and yet partake,</L>
<L>Only of <HI>Virgo</HI> in the Zodiack.</L>
<L>And if what Poet feign you &s;trictly prove,</L>
<PB N="40" REF="37">
<L>Then there's no Heaven, but in &s;acred love.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="epithalamium">
<HEAD>The Nuptiall.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SLeep <HI>Phoebus;</HI> &s;leep, we don't expect the day,</L>
<L>Should &s;ummo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">'d be with Herauld of a ray;</L>
<L>From th' ve&s;tall Nunnery of Hermit-night,</L>
<L>As a fam'd Ganimed, t' attend the light:</L>
<L>For Sun&s;hine glimmers in each Virgin-eyes,</L>
<L>Rare, as Climacterick of the beautious skies;</L>
<L>When mode&s;t <HI>Titan</HI> gold-gem'd rai&s;e extolls,</L>
<L>To highe&s;t <HI>Hemi&s;phaeres</HI> from th' lowe&s;t poles,</L>
<L>The ro&s;y Bride deckt in <HI>Aurora's</HI> weeds,</L>
<L>Who&s;e ruby blu&s;hes mounts the morning &s;teeds;</L>
<L>To luminate the Sphaerick-orbes has drawn,</L>
<L>The tiffany Canopies like vails of Lawn:</L>
<L>From celiall <HI>Phoebe's</HI> features, u&s;hering on,</L>
<L>A day in it's well-mea&s;ured motion;</L>
<L>We &s;ee the Earth perfum'd, and grown too proud,</L>
<L>As mi&s;ted with vaile of a gummy cloud:</L>
<L>While the Sea-mu&s;ickt Syrens &s;ongs rejoyce,</L>
<L>Their incantations with a warbling voice;</L>
<L>The grape-crown'd god, his heels are tripped up,</L>
<L>And Ivy-&s;trength imbrewd in each full cup;</L>
<L>And Bericinthia's dulcid Lu&s;t re&s;ounds,</L>
<L>It's pa&s;t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">rall Tympanies oth' flowry grounds;</L>
<PB N="41" REF="37">
<L>Made rich by <HI>Aprills</HI> blo&s;&s;omings which bee</L>
<L>Apparellings, of <HI>Flora's</HI> Liverie.</L>
<L>Where <HI>Satyr</HI>-Corobants the Orgies dance,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Bacchus</HI>-Prie&s;ts the Jovial-Thyrce advance.</L>
<L>Where Birds concenter in a &s;weetned note,</L>
<L>Such admiration to the Heavens vote.</L>
<L>Now's a new Jubilee this &s;acred day,</L>
<L>As crownd with Chapelets of verdant <HI>May,</HI></L>
<L>Wee'l rarely con&s;ecrate and it combine,</L>
<L>Ith' fame of an Encomia&s;tick line.</L>
<L>Wee'l rant forth in Eulogiums and interre</L>
<L>It in the Rubricks, of our Kalender.</L>
<L>While thus we celebrate in one con&s;ent,</L>
<L>Accu&s;tom'd Rites of this brave merriment.</L>
<L>Fair <HI>Venus</HI> &s;hall, the divine Queen of Love,</L>
<L>Make tho&s;e tran&s;cendent joyes Pathetick prove.</L>
<L>Confirm their heavenly happine&s;&s;e to be</L>
<L>Fa&s;tned with Gordian knots of unity.</L>
<L>Nor &s;hall the Sea-Nymph frown &s;ince they've po&s;|&s;e&s;t</L>
<L>The Elizian Port with wanton glories ble&s;t.</L>
<L>Rather &s;ince Halcyon-dayes appear in &s;tate,</L>
<L>Th' Ro&s;y La&s;&s;e &s;hould Loves congratulate,</L>
<L>The Maiden <HI>Phenix</HI> fe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">cht a farr no more,</L>
<L>Shall the Sea-traveller <HI>Argo</HI> wet it's O<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">r,</L>
<L>To &s;eek a Paragon, a Ma&s;ter piece,</L>
<L>She's &s;ilver <HI>Meda</HI> and the Golden-fleece,</L>
<L>Nor &s;hall &s;weet <HI>Phillis</HI> from <HI>Demophoon</HI> be</L>
<L>Confined by a Clov&s;tred &s;ecrecie,</L>
<L>Rich <HI>Cloris</HI> wedded to the &s;pring &s;hall try,</L>
<PB N="42" REF="38">
<L>Her pregnant tillage by flowers progeny,</L>
<L>And Virgin'd Lillies deckt in <HI>Hymen's</HI> weed,</L>
<L>Bright Gardens with a pure production &s;pred.</L>
<L>The Ro&s;e his plu&s;h, while &s;miling <HI>July</HI> yields</L>
<L>Silke-blo&s;&s;omings ith'crim&s;on-laced fields,</L>
<L>Tinctured in that curious-trim'd allay,</L>
<L>By flower-Superlatives of gaudy-<HI>May.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cypros</HI> her &s;ilver doves their loves prote&s;t.</L>
<L>By billing one each others amorous bre&s;t;</L>
<L>In Imitation of your mindes which are</L>
<L>Tran&s;-copied to a body &s;ingular.</L>
<L>Now <HI>Hymen</HI> &s;hall adumbrate your &s;weet brows</L>
<L>With &s;hady Garlands made of myrtle-bows;</L>
<L>Till trains of Virgins as they lawrell tye,</L>
<L>Sing forth this plea&s;ant Epithalamy.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Wanton Amori&s;ts do not &s;eek</L>
<L>After &s;uperficiall fair</L>
<L>Room or Carthage, in the air,</L>
<L>Painted dainties of a cheek.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Touch the inward joys refin'd,</L>
<L>In&s;truments are for the Play,</L>
<L>Sun-beams guild a cloudy day,</L>
<L>Hidden Plea&s;ures cloyes the mind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Steal no Commet to di&s;cry</L>
<L>Solar glories of a glance,</L>
<L>Blazon'd beauties Radiance.</L>
<PB N="43" REF="38">
<L>Darted from a Pearled eye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But with &s;weete&s;t love imbrace</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Red-mantled beams which be</L>
<L>Rayed in rich Oriencie,</L>
<L>Off a &s;tarr-di&s;coloured face.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Rob no more brave <HI>Phoenix</HI> ne&s;t,</L>
<L>Or the <HI>Indian</HI> &s;ugred breath,</L>
<L>From the &s;picy gumms un&s;heath</L>
<L>To perfume the Lady's brea&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But entomb your lovely arm</L>
<L>In tho&s;e Ro&s;arie-&s;et groves,</L>
<L>Like the skie renowning <HI>Joves,</HI></L>
<L>By a <HI>Cyprian</HI>-weaved charm,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Do no more tho&s;e Rayes admire</L>
<L>Which dame Nature doth be&s;tow</L>
<L>On a face by <HI>Cupid's</HI> bow.</L>
<L>Darting an unvanqui&s;ht fire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fooli&s;h lover rather try,</L>
<L>How you may tho&s;e flames de&s;pi&s;e,</L>
<L>Beamed from the Sunny eyes</L>
<L>Of the Wanton's Chivalry.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis pure madne&s;&s;e to obey</L>
<L>The mi&s;teriall charm of loves,</L>
<PB N="44" REF="39">
<L>Who&s;e divine&s;t glorie moves.</L>
<L>In the Porp'hry chair of &s;way.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Come dive&s;t that candidate,</L>
<L>And untie that Gordian thred,</L>
<L>Or that Nymph a triumph lead;</L>
<L>From that ve&s;tallized &s;tate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>None in&s;laved ever was</L>
<L>To that Mirrour of all hearts,</L>
<L>Guided with the blind-mans darts;</L>
<L>That mo&s;t Deified La&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Much le&s;s to the formes which live</L>
<L>In our modern times &s;o rare,</L>
<L>Black Swans flying in the air,</L>
<L>From that face derivative.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Do not emulate but get</L>
<L>That <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">o immateriall &s;oul,</L>
<L>Which lives now without controle</L>
<L>In a &s;weet bre&s;t's Cabinet.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For a feature will expire,</L>
<L>As the Diamond-Diadem,</L>
<L>Grafted in an Oy&s;ter's &s;tem.</L>
<L>Cannot glore in rich attire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Gourt not fading beauties here,</L>
<PB N="45" REF="39">
<L>Like Platonicks for the &s;ight,</L>
<L>The delicious appetite;</L>
<L>Feeds within an active Sphere.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Puling game&s;ters u&s;e no tilts,</L>
<L>To confi&s;t the wanton maides,</L>
<L>They have none but ru&s;ty blades,</L>
<L>Though they &s;how the golden hilts.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For in <HI>Hymen</HI>'s &s;ugred fea&s;ts,</L>
<L>All the viands &s;erv'd in di&s;hes,</L>
<L>Are more then &s;ome hony ki&s;&s;es</L>
<L>Tabled up to Am'rous gue&s;ts.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Here's a &s;weet-fac'd Ganymed,</L>
<L>Here's a potion to apply</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t grief, &s;ickne&s;&s;e, malady;</L>
<L>There's a downy-Carpet bed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then join Combate with that Dame;</L>
<L><HI>Ce&s;ar</HI> Pompey here lyes ble&s;t</L>
<L>In a Potent arm a bre&s;t</L>
<L>Of an <HI>Amazonian</HI> frame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And the field <HI>Phar&s;alia</HI> is</L>
<L>Loves Pavilion, where the heart</L>
<L>Suffers by the <HI>Cupid's</HI> dart</L>
<L>Taking mark fir&s;t at a Ki&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="46" REF="40">
<LG>
<L>Nor i'&s;t a Gygantick fight,</L>
<L><HI>Venus</HI> love-enamouring hum,</L>
<L>Is Spani&s;h-pike Danai&s;h Drum.</L>
<L>Which doth mu&s;ter up delight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No wounds in this battle may</L>
<L>Bleed, but ki&s;&s;es which career</L>
<L>At the lips, each trembling &s;pear,</L>
<L>To a fierce <HI>Aceldama.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>CHORUS.</HEAD>
<L><HI>IS it &s;o? then let delight</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wait upon this wedding Night.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>To one who was drawing forth the lineaments of his Lady</HI> Dia.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>STay Painter her to limne, each part</L>
<L>Requires a more my&s;terious Art.</L>
<L>That judgment &s;hallow is, unle&s;s</L>
<L>Each Paint a Metaphor expre&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>A Common Beauty here decay'd,</L>
<L>May by thy Ret'rick be di&s;plaid</L>
<L>In curious flouri&s;hes as trim.</L>
<PB N="47" REF="40">
<L>As <HI>Phydias</HI> did <HI>Minerva</HI> lymne:</L>
<L>So may an Arti&s;t bravely &s;pread</L>
<L>Dame <HI>Bau&s;is,</HI> in a Virgins weed;</L>
<L>And where before a <HI>Satyr</HI> was</L>
<L>A <HI>Venus</HI> or &s;ome Pearly La&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>But here's a form except thy paint</L>
<L>Could &s;hadow forth a perfect Saint.</L>
<L>That Pencill really would &s;eam</L>
<L>Goliah, with his Weavers beam.</L>
<L>But thus begin, if thou'lt go on</L>
<L>To fini&s;h forth this Paragon,</L>
<L>Pre&s;cribe a Heaven i'th' circuits there,</L>
<L>Rai&s;e here a moved and a fixed &s;phere;</L>
<L>Of Characters a brave compack,</L>
<L><HI>Sol</HI> riding round his <HI>Zodiack.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cynthta</HI> Silvering every place</L>
<L>As Umpire of the night's &s;weet grace.</L>
<L>Stars-Orient, &s;pangled in a robe,</L>
<L>As th'mantled &s;urface of the Globe:</L>
<L>Bright Con&s;tellations beaming by</L>
<L>Th' <HI>E<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">an</HI>-Creamed Gallaxie.</L>
<L>And all to typi&s;ie the bright</L>
<L>Sun&s;hine-face, of Eye-&s;prung light.</L>
<L>Next paint her voyce, but tha'ts a theam,</L>
<L>For tho&s;e who on <HI>Parna&s;&s;us</HI> dream,</L>
<L>A Cherubs Quill did ne're declare.</L>
<L>Wonders, to write, how flowers are</L>
<L>Sweet, 'tis no Pitch, but to di&s;clo&s;e</L>
<L>In Paint the fragrance of a Ro&s;e.</L>
<PB N="48" REF="41">
<L>A Rapture is, a man may tell,</L>
<L>No Pencill lymn, the Lillie's &s;mell,</L>
<L>Avoyce &s;o &s;weet, a voyce &s;o clear,</L>
<L>As th' Harmonia of a Sphere.</L>
<L>Angellick-breath, more fam'd, more rare</L>
<L>Then all the <HI>Hallelujahs</HI> are,</L>
<L>It to de&s;cipher, get that note</L>
<L>With which the Prophet &s;eem'd to quote,</L>
<L>A Cherub Sing, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters">t fear lea&s;t thence</L>
<L>This Syren Extalize thy &s;ence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then to her breath, where fragrant comes</L>
<L>An Indy &s;ugred up with gums;</L>
<L>Rich Ro&s;aries, &s;pice-Purled flowers,</L>
<L>Gorgeous trim'd Po&s;ies on the bowers:</L>
<L>Point it like the Arabian Coa&s;t,</L>
<L>Which only doth of &s;weetne&s;&s;e boa&s;t.</L>
<L>Where's perfum'd dainties for the ta&s;t,</L>
<L>Enough for &s;ight, mo&s;t rarely plac't.</L>
<L>Then to her brea&s;ts &s;weet Gallaxie,</L>
<L>Where all her Am'ri&s;ts joyes to be;</L>
<L>Reli&s;ht with Rai&s;ins, which grow on</L>
<L>That sky-&s;aluting Pe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ion.</L>
<L>Here place Dame <HI>Flora's</HI> Chapelets</L>
<L>Balm, <HI>Hyblas</HI>-honey, <HI>Hyomets;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sabean</HI>-Ca&s;&s;ia, Ruby-mould,</L>
<L>Fetcht from our <HI>Hi&s;panian</HI> gold.</L>
<L>Here let banks or Lillies grow,</L>
<L>There let cups of Nectar flow,</L>
<PB N="49" REF="41">
<L>To fea&s;t a palate, &s;ay he were,</L>
<L>De&s;cended from high <HI>Jupiter.</HI></L>
<L>Now the &s;um totall wel performe,</L>
<L>By this artificiall Norme;</L>
<L>A Ro&s;e in tincture mu&s;t de&s;cry</L>
<L>The cheek, a &s;tar the &s;hining eye;</L>
<L>Her lina<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ments will then &s;urpa&s;s,</L>
<L>That godne&s;&s;e, who halfe-&s;hadow'd was?</L>
<L>Yet draw a curtain, lea&s;t each one,</L>
<L>Who &s;ees her? be <HI>Pigmalion:</HI></L>
<L>And &s;o, enamoured of that paint,</L>
<L>Imbrace the picture for the Saint.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To his Lady per&s;waded &s;he was not faire.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHy? &s;ay you were (but you are fair,</L>
<L>And of a beauty &s;ingular)</L>
<L>The orient di'monds Cloy&s;tre'd dwels,</L>
<L>Ith' confines of the rugid &s;hels;</L>
<L>The nitreous Jewel alwayes &s;et</L>
<L>Within a duskie Carkanet,</L>
<L>Doth &s;hin<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"> tran&s;parent, pure&s;t whites,</L>
<L>Seemes Lillies by black opofites.</L>
<L>So <HI>Cynthia</HI> in the night appears,</L>
<PB N="50" REF="42">
<L>More &s;tellate then the Hemi&s;pheres;</L>
<L>For our rare beauty &s;pots in fa&s;hion,</L>
<L>Are th' skie black-tinctur'd illu&s;tration;</L>
<L><HI>Hellen</HI> did not her warts condole</L>
<L>See's <HI>Venus, Venus</HI> by her mole.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Give me a mi&s;tris who&s;e bright eye,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Sol</HI> is vail'd in canopy;</L>
<L>Who&s;e lips and fragrant cheeks di&s;clo&s;es</L>
<L>A <HI>June</HI> of pinks, a <HI>May</HI> of ro&s;es,</L>
<L>Though on tho&s;e &s;piceries be drawn</L>
<L>A Vizard, made of Cherry-lawn;</L>
<L>For &s;uch a face with blackne&s;&s;e clos'd,</L>
<L>Is as the Moon when interpos'd</L>
<L>She is a pearl Compas'd with gla&s;&s;e</L>
<L>As Ro&s;amond ith' Labyrinth was,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For <HI>Phoebus</HI> as the Car he rides,</L>
<L>His beams <HI>Opacous</HI> Terra hides;</L>
<L>From our weak &s;ights, and maketh dim,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e candid glories comes from him:</L>
<L>So may your excellencies be,</L>
<L>Dull vailed with ob&s;curity;</L>
<L>And &s;ince your face, our Sun is made,</L>
<L>Lady, let me be your &s;hade.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="51" REF="42">
<HEAD><HI>On his Lady</HI> Dia's <HI>weeping.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I <HI>Often</HI> hard fond <HI>Am'ri&s;ts</HI> but ne're would</L>
<L>Believe her eyes as Pearl her face as gold;</L>
<L>Till from her eyes &s;truck with her beauty-beames,</L>
<L>Run cri&s;tall, mingled with <HI>Pactolus-streams:</HI></L>
<L>'Tis &s;trange to &s;ome, her glories thus alone,</L>
<L>Should be our greate&s;t Phylo&s;ophick-&s;tone;</L>
<L>No, but 'tis true, her virtue-candors &s;hould,</L>
<L>Turn &s;tony lovers to a Ruby mould:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For by the &s;ilent lawrells as I &s;tood,</L>
<L>She wept of Jewel'd Elixar a flood:</L>
<L>In &s;uch a pearly Diamond as did rant,</L>
<L>It's orient lu&s;tres, with the Adamant,</L>
<L>A tear was the &s;ame-&s;preading herball whence,</L>
<L>Di&s;till'd th' extraction of a Quinti&s;&s;ence:</L>
<L>And then a &s;igh re&s;ulting from't was the</L>
<L>Ruby, well made by that rare chymi&s;try.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fir&s;t, as a long &s;he walkt the &s;ummer-meads,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Aprill's</HI> Lillies boa&s;t their maiden-heades,</L>
<L>She made their colours mary-golds t'embrace,</L>
<L>The &s;plendent ardors of her Sunny face:</L>
<L>They blu&s;ht to &s;ee her virgin-looks &s;o red,</L>
<PB N="52" REF="43">
<L>Which tincture with their whites commingled,</L>
<L>And &s;o transformed at tho&s;e golden &s;ights,</L>
<L>Like Heliotrops became her pro&s;elites.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next to the murmering currants did &s;he go, love</L>
<L>To plea&s;ant Rivers &s;embleing &s;ilver Po;</L>
<L>Where gliding &s;treams &s;peak deare&s;t loves of</L>
<L>As to her golden beauties they did move,</L>
<L>And then the Po&euml;t's fictions did command,</L>
<L>Truth from the exi&s;tance of this ruddy &s;and;</L>
<L>Chang'd by her teares to that new-fa&s;hon'd &s;tate,</L>
<L>As did <HI>Pactolus, Tagus, Ants-date:</HI></L>
<L>So &s;tories which did admiration thunder,</L>
<L>Are &s;hrunk into a le&s;&s;er cloud, then wonder:</L>
<L>So have I &s;een an Optique gla&s;&s;e to th'eye,</L>
<L>A Ladies glorious beauties multiply;</L>
<L>Which when rever&s;ed to the other end</L>
<L>Did, in le&s;&s;e contract, that &s;ame forme commend:</L>
<L>So have I &s;een bright <HI>Sol's</HI> Eoan ray,</L>
<L>Into a miracle it's beames di&s;play:</L>
<L>When mo&s;t in vanting &s;tate, of lu&s;tures proud,</L>
<L>Soone peep ith'v zard of an envious cloud;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus haveing wept, each golden flower pay'd,</L>
<L>Their rich-&s;t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ibutes gallantly array'd,</L>
<L>The &s;ilken Tulip, Velvet-violet,</L>
<L>In their fam'd robes her Ornaments be&s;et;</L>
<L>By an obedience to her forme, which give</L>
<L>Originall &s;weets to them derivative:</L>
<PB N="53" REF="43">
<L>Plu&s;h-ro&s;es come, in skarlet dye to &s;eek,</L>
<L>From natiue Rubrick of her corrall cheek:</L>
<L>A higher colour, of which fame po&s;&s;e&s;t,</L>
<L>Retir'd to th' Cloy&s;ter of her crim&s;on-bre&s;t;</L>
<L>And rivolets ki&s;t her beautious garb, while &s;he</L>
<L>Set, frothy <HI>Venus</HI> in the foamy &s;ea.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But do not weep the floods to pearl,</L>
<L>Be thrifty of your teares, proud girle;</L>
<L>If we in Chri&s;tall &s;wim, or &s;hould</L>
<L>Like Mydas nothing touch but gold;</L>
<L>It were a torment, and each &s;ence</L>
<L>Mi&s;con&s;true it, for pe&s;tile<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ce.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Minerva's</HI> Progeny when they</L>
<L>Should drink up Hippocren, and &s;way,</L>
<L>Ith' Prop'hry chair of their own wit;</L>
<L>Will find no wine at all in it,</L>
<L>And how then? 'tis not ale in&s;pires</L>
<L>Our mu&s;es with Po&euml;tick-fiers:</L>
<L>We mu&s;t want Ver&s;es, you want prai&s;e,</L>
<L>The Po&euml;ts lawrell, Heraulds blaze.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Cygnet who on &s;ilver Thames,</L>
<L>Sits Prophecying death, the &s;treames</L>
<L>Turn'd into gold, will &s;oon forget</L>
<L>His name, and &s;wear he's <HI>Mahomet</HI></L>
<L>Entomb'd in Pearl, brave <HI>Neptune</HI> might&punc;</L>
<L>Be richer in his Amphi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">rite,</L>
<PB N="54" REF="44">
<L>Yet, be not frugall lea&s;t &s;ome Sage,</L>
<L>Sybill of this Iron-age:</L>
<L>Say (as by Rain the World of old)</L>
<L><HI>Deucalion's</HI> race &s;hould drown by gold.</L>
<L>The Auriate Rivers opened lyes,</L>
<L>In fabulous, Mythologies,</L>
<L>But fictive were that Cry&s;ian &s;tore,</L>
<L>That <HI>Hermus</HI> running pure&s;t Ore;</L>
<L>Unle&s;s you'd lived in tho&s;e dayes,</L>
<L>And weeping glo&s;t them with bright rayes;</L>
<L>For all affirm, a golden &s;phere,</L>
<L>And what's your eyes, if fixed there.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Perhaps my <HI>Dia,</HI> this you did,</L>
<L>To build a glorious Pyramid:</L>
<L>For <HI>Venus,</HI> and the Non-ey'd <HI>Boy,</HI></L>
<L>Spare &s;uch intents, a childi&s;h toy:</L>
<L>Fir&s;t, make <HI>Parna&s;&s;us</HI> rich, and we</L>
<L>Who are call'd, poor by Po&euml;trie;</L>
<L>When as we reap our fruit, and bear</L>
<L>The golden harve&s;t of a tear;</L>
<L>Erect an altar to your &s;hrin,</L>
<L>And Incen&s;e, Sacrifice divine.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="55" REF="44">
<HEAD>To his Lady at the Departure.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NOw &s;ets <HI>Sol's</HI> candors, all my day-break light</L>
<L>Is clouded in Oblivion's mi&s;ty night;</L>
<L>By an Ecliptick &s;hade, made like to the&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>Phoebus-denounced</HI> cold Antipodes:</L>
<L>For &s;ay what &s;adne&s;s could my noble&s;t mind</L>
<L>Have in the Labyrinths, of grief confind;</L>
<L>Then &s;uch a Complementive harm, which proves,</L>
<L>Rebellious Rivers in our &s;acred loves.</L>
<L>But will you go fair Maid, I'le ne're be</L>
<L>Cured with cordialls of a Jubilee;</L>
<L>If on your Ruby lips, I take upon,</L>
<L>A Farewell, Farewell &s;alutation;</L>
<L>Unle&s;&s;e that dead, and Widowed ki&s;&s;e invite,</L>
<L>E&s;pou&s;ing Nuptial<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">s to your appetite.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So many &s;weets of yours breath'd forth a <HI>May,</HI></L>
<L>And now tho&s;e bloomy fortunes mu&s;t decay;</L>
<L>Ere they be ripe, like early flowers which are</L>
<L>Decre&s;cent, as pale <HI>Luna</HI> rides the Car:</L>
<L>The morn, their birth-day celebrates and the</L>
<L>Night Solemneth their &s;unerall, Ob&s;equie:</L>
<PB N="56" REF="45">
<L>So many lu&s;trious beams corru&s;cant by</L>
<L>The ardent Sun&s;hine of your glorious eye;</L>
<L>Emparadis'd my mind, and mu&s;t I be</L>
<L>Di&s;vailed from that heavenly Maje&s;ty.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mu&s;t the great <HI>Phoebus,</HI> in a dolefull cloud</L>
<L>Of &s;orrows, his <HI>Eoan</HI> lights en&s;hroud;</L>
<L>As he climbes up the Ea&s;tern hills to bring</L>
<L>Rayes, for the day odours t' in rich the &s;pring:</L>
<L>And &s;hall the glimmering candors of my hope,</L>
<L>Sink to the depth of morning's <HI>Horo&s;cope;</HI></L>
<L>Where fates, malignant honours never, are,</L>
<L>A bearded commet, or a &s;mooth-face't Star.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No no, my <HI>Dia;</HI> It's a homely dre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>The ru&s;&s;et coat, of a grave Sheperdre&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>Becomes the rurall Meads in their be&s;t &s;how,</L>
<L>Let <HI>Galatea</HI> drive poor <HI>Virgills</HI> plough:</L>
<L>Or wa&s;h his Jambs with an attentive heed,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t he &s;ings dit<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ties on his oaten reed:</L>
<L>Should clod-pate <HI>Tytyrus</HI> his ru&s;tick &s;waines,</L>
<L>E&s;py your beauty on their flowery plains;</L>
<L>In admiration they'd conclude, you'd bin</L>
<L>A <HI>Diety,</HI> no pretty &s;heperlin.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;tay my <HI>Dia,</HI> and we'le garlands weave</L>
<L>The golden &s;talks, of &s;pices lawrell-leafe;</L>
<L>In a Rich chaplet, while each wing'd bird prates,</L>
<L>The &s;impathies, of their mo&s;t lovely mates:</L>
<PB N="57" REF="45">
<L>Where <HI>Flora</HI> her gay plea&s;ures &s;porting yields,</L>
<L>I'th' pearly buskins of Injew'led fields.</L>
<L>So in a fam'd commixture there we'le &s;ee</L>
<L>Lillies of th' Court, Ro&s;es of the Countrie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To his friend, on the &s;ight of his Lady</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SEe where &s;he comes behold, e&s;py,</L>
<L>A &s;econd <HI>Hellens</HI> beautious face,</L>
<L>A front of thunder lightning eye;</L>
<L>Tran&s;morpho&s;ing Acteons ca&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ju&s;t in my brea&s;t, for now I feel</L>
<L>The golden dart no leaden &s;teel,</L>
<L><HI>Ixions</HI> ever-turning wheel.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Forbid it <HI>Jove,</HI> or how &s;hall I</L>
<L>At &s;acred Altars pray;</L>
<L>When I am <HI>Venus</HI> Votary,</L>
<L>Conducted with that Ray.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Impo&s;&s;ible to quench, I burn</L>
<L>In flames le&s;&s;e I return,</L>
<L>Cha&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">e <HI>Phenix</HI> from a dying Urn.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="58" REF="46">
<LG>
<L>Is <HI>Coelia</HI> fall'n from above,</L>
<L>To Court &s;ome humane race.</L>
<L>Here is no Ganymed of Love,</L>
<L>A <HI>Paris, Jove</HI> like grace,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To wanton with the &s;weete&s;t &s;port</L>
<L>As Petulants who do re&s;ort</L>
<L>To the admired <HI>Roman</HI> Court.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Is the Worlds Paramour in mind,</L>
<L>In this undaunted wrath,</L>
<L>Her childi&s;h Amori&s;t to find</L>
<L>Wildred in &s;ome Path.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Of woods where noxious creatu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1+ letters">s lye,</L>
<L>And &s;o in aequipage to try</L>
<L>If he be void of Jealou&s;ie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To wander thus, is but in vain,</L>
<L>What &s;ecret <HI>Phillis</HI> proves,</L>
<L>That heaven which mad Poets feign</L>
<L><HI>Elizium</HI>'s but in Loves.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ble&s;t <HI>Indy's</HI> there, but every grace</L>
<L>Of happine&s;&s;e dwells in the place</L>
<L>Of a rare-welcomed imbrace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There is an injewled <HI>May,</HI></L>
<L>On the odoriferous bowers.</L>
<PB N="59" REF="46">
<L>There is <HI>Aprills</HI> Courtiers gay,</L>
<L>Di&s;mantling royall flowers.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>June's Juli's</HI> golden cre&s;t.</L>
<L>All &s;piceries which verdant re&s;t</L>
<L>Ith'ro&s;ealls of the perfum'd Ea&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Elixar-fragrant blo&s;&s;omes ri&s;e</L>
<L>With the impregnant &s;weets,</L>
<L>Fair Types of flowry paradi&s;e,</L>
<L>Pure Ro&s;es Lillies greets.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And all to &s;atisfie the &s;ight</L>
<L>Of her eye-viewing Appetite,</L>
<L>Stil hunting plea&s;ures with delight</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But now we've &s;een enough I know.</L>
<L>Gods often are in humane &s;how.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="60" REF="47">
<HEAD><HI>To</HI> Dia <HI>on a vi&s;ion.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DId dreams in fair truth's garbes appear,</L>
<L>I'd then acquaint each curious ear</L>
<L>What beauty fancy repre&s;ents,</L>
<L>In concaves of benighted tents.</L>
<L>Nature it &s;eems puts on the dre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Which Madams in the days confe&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>Deludes the Lovers wandring &s;ence</L>
<L>With &s;hapes of &s;eeming innocence.</L>
<L><HI>Mycillus</HI> dreamt untill the Clock</L>
<L>Struck Morning by <HI>Pythagorus</HI>'s Cock:</L>
<L>And thus Old <HI>E&s;op's</HI> tales doth &s;ay,</L>
<L>Gold found ith' night, was dro&s;s ith' day.</L>
<L>All hopes are vani&s;ht, thus we might</L>
<L>No better warm at Gloe-worm light.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet grant I credit give, will you,</L>
<L>Admire or wonder it were true.</L>
<L>Believe me (Deare&s;t) 'twas a She,</L>
<L>De&s;erves more prai&s;e, then flatterie;</L>
<L>A feature pure, who&s;e &s;plendors win</L>
<L>A &s;acred Quill from <HI>Scraphin:</HI></L>
<L>Commends a &s;tile no low, no le&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Then the grand <HI>Sophos</HI> could expre&s;&s;e.</L>
<PB N="61" REF="47">
<L>I gently view'd her by her Ray,</L>
<L>The time was night, but &s;he was day.</L>
<L><HI>Aurora's</HI> blu&s;h, her cheek, her lip,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Phebus</HI> did his Nectar &s;ip.</L>
<L><HI>Ambro&s;ia</HI> ta&s;te, a brow, an eye</L>
<L>Like <HI>Luna</HI> in the &s;pangld skie:</L>
<L>Where like great <HI>Jove</HI> to dive in bli&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>I did Court, Complement and ki&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Her Lilly-brea&s;t embo&s;t with red,</L>
<L>As <HI>Mars</HI> when took in <HI>Vulcan's</HI> bed.</L>
<L>Cha&s;t Characters in blu&s;hes drew,</L>
<L>Which made my lips mild language &s;hew.</L>
<L>For &s;ay I did de&s;ire to drink</L>
<L>Wine &s;ugred from the Corall brink.</L>
<L>Her lips, It water were if one</L>
<L>Pre&s;ume it from that <HI>Helicon.</HI></L>
<L>Though oft I did by <HI>Venus</HI> charm,</L>
<L>Imbrace that Lady in my arm,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e he that playes the wanton-boy,</L>
<L>Confe&s;&s;eth onely love is joy.</L>
<L>He plucks th' <HI>He&s;perides</HI> and more</L>
<L>Then Dragon cha&s;tity before.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet Stay fair <HI>Dia,</HI> I'le not draw</L>
<L>Tho&s;e lines in metaphors, I &s;aw</L>
<L>None but your &s;elf, I joy the fates,</L>
<L>My mi&s;ery commi&s;erates.</L>
<L>You are onely She, I &s;peak</L>
<L>In &s;o much flouri&s;hing Rhetori<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">k,</L>
<PB N="62" REF="48">
<L>And when we two by love are one.</L>
<L>In happy bands of Union.</L>
<L>By calme&s;t Halcion dayes of Love</L>
<L>We'le make our joyes Pathetick prove.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>To his Lady.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>IT is a Quaery often told,</L>
<L>They cannot dye who do unfold</L>
<L>Strong cordialls, &s;trange, has every note</L>
<L>A long, a Poy&s;on Antidote?</L>
<L>Here's death, here is a coro&s;ive</L>
<L>Phy&s;itian, fir&s;t &s;ee that you live.</L>
<L>Yet &s;uch re&s;toratives I find</L>
<L>In the retirement of your mind,</L>
<L>As that my &s;ickne&s;&s;e need not fear</L>
<L>A Potion, if your &s;elf be near.</L>
<L>In con&s;erves &s;weet, like <HI>Charon's</HI> boat.</L>
<L>I may to glorious <HI>Tempe</HI> float:</L>
<L>For 'tis your breath I live upon,</L>
<L>As th' airy-&s;uckt <HI>Camelion.</HI></L>
<L>And &s;ince it blows &s;o Rare a &s;ent,</L>
<L>From your fair face it's Element.</L>
<L>Not p<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">trefies it is profane,</L>
<L>To &s;ay in Angel, earth remain.</L>
<PB N="63" REF="48">
<L>Come grant your beauties, then that I</L>
<L>May wor&s;hip the divinity.</L>
<L>In your face couchant, as mens hearts</L>
<L>Hung Trophies upon <HI>Cupids</HI> darts,</L>
<L>Oblations to a Deity</L>
<L>Cannot Idolo&s;isme bee.</L>
<L>I think by you, that frame will &s;ure,</L>
<L>No &s;uch ba&s;e Pagantry endure:</L>
<L>It moulded of a better blood,</L>
<L>Is more defu&s;ive unto good.</L>
<L>Yet &s;ay 'twill Idolation be.</L>
<L>(As is great Saints Apo&s;tacie)</L>
<L>A Sacrifice to you'd infer,</L>
<L>Pi&s;h, I'le be made Idolater.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Come, Autumne will a rivall be,</L>
<L>To tho&s;e who &s;eek your Trea&s;ury.</L>
<L>And who would &s;ail to <HI>Indy</HI> &s;et,</L>
<L>When there's no gold at all to get.</L>
<L>When tho&s;e Ro&s;eall cheeks compos'd</L>
<L>Of &s;weetne&s;&s;e is in dull age clos'd.</L>
<L>Who'l call it <HI>Eden,</HI> then no flower</L>
<L>Mellifluous it'h fragrant bower.</L>
<L>Who'l call you Paragon (not he,</L>
<L>None el&s;e but <HI>Hellen,</HI> fair may be.</L>
<L>None cha&s;te but <HI>Phenix</HI> knows) unle&s;s,</L>
<L>We by her Moles a <HI>Venus</HI> gue&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Who to the tree will make pur&s;uit,</L>
<L>When <HI>Hercules</HI> has got the fruit.</L>
<PB N="64" REF="49">
<L>'Tis not a &s;uperficiall thing,</L>
<L>Our fancies can to plea&s;ures bring.</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">Tis Richer motions we throw in</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ur <HI>Hymenaeall</HI> Magazin.</L>
<L>But &s;tay, methinks in your eyes glance,</L>
<L>Two <HI>Cupids</HI> are at dalliance,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e glimmering beams darting I &s;ee,</L>
<L>Ju&s;t as his holden arrows be.</L>
<L>Sure they do &s;trive, &s;hall we divine,</L>
<L>Whether of us mu&s;t fir&s;t re&s;ign,</L>
<L><HI>Venus</HI> grant it, be you long &s;ince,</L>
<L>My Pa&s;&s;ions fierce, I did convince.</L>
<L>I was in Love, Oh! Oh! 'tis true,</L>
<L>And with no godde&s;&s;e el&s;e but you.</L>
<L>See you not the &s;weet Marigold,</L>
<L>Her gaudy colours doth unfold:</L>
<L>At <HI>Phebus</HI> &s;plendors every day</L>
<L>To gild her leaves with his rich Ray.</L>
<L>She like his <HI>Daphne</HI> drops the boughs,</L>
<L>He takes and Crowns his lawrell brows.</L>
<L>Learn of this flower, you &s;hall not fear,</L>
<L>I'le prove your Sun in every Spheer.</L>
<L>You &s;ay I'm Schollar by my looks.</L>
<L>Know I delight in two-leaf books.</L>
<L>Hence you conjecture right, what man</L>
<L>Would not attempt your Vatican.</L>
<L>It is a trea&s;ure not a lo&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>That library each day to to&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Nor i'&s;t fal&s;e Latin to decline</L>
<PB N="65" REF="49">
<L>My ca&s;e with your &s;ex toeminine.</L>
<L>Women no Heteroclits are</L>
<L>That &s;erve a Number &s;ingular.</L>
<L>Tho not <HI>Quae Genus</HI> is in Rate,</L>
<L>Then every one would plea&s;e his Pate.</L>
<L>Yet the Grammatian mu&s;t allow</L>
<L>Your &s;ex to be the Common of two</L>
<L>Cea&s;e then &s;weet Lady for to be</L>
<L>More &s;tony then old Niobe.</L>
<L>Lea&s;t I Pigmalion Court a Dame,</L>
<L>Made of &s;ome wood in&s;culpted frame:</L>
<L>For tell me why, was love confin'd</L>
<L>Into one Object virtuous mind</L>
<L>But Lovers &s;hould as bodies may</L>
<L>Carry their motions in one way.</L>
<L>Who would not build an am'rous ne&s;t,</L>
<L>It'h <HI>Hyblas</HI> of your fragrant brea&s;t.</L>
<L>Re&s;iding there, till he doth &s;py,</L>
<L>All bli&s;&s;e and true felicity.</L>
<L>There in that Center he may move.</L>
<L>By <HI>Juno's</HI> or <HI>Diana's</HI> Love.</L>
<L>And &s;it like <HI>Halcion</HI> in that calm,</L>
<L>Let <HI>Cupid</HI> bring a wound, you balm</L>
<L>To cure the malady, hence</L>
<L>As &s;corning loves antipathy.</L>
<L>Will your embracement, have, of old</L>
<L>As <HI>Jove</HI> did <HI>Danae's</HI> in gold.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="discussion">
<PB N="66" REF="50">
<HEAD>Cupid <HI>made to &s;ee, and Love made Lovely.</HI></HEAD>
<P>_SIrs, 'tis a Received Maxim, there's no new thing under earth, how many old things have we then a|bove ground? and yet I could in|&s;tance in this <HI>Protean</HI> Kingdome, &s;till putting on pluralities of new-fa&s;hioned &s;hapes, though among&s;t the nice &s;cruples of ancient Philo&s;ophers; 'tis as true as the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">n doubted &s;igns of Mathematick demon&s;trati|ons <HI>Quod, nihil dicitur, quod non &s;uit dictum prius.</HI> It is evident then, therefore what Gi|gantick fables I have borrowed from this ga|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">agantain age, will not appear down-right <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">he<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters">; I do but di&s;vail the beauty from a clou|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters">ed face, and make tho&s;e Rayes tran&s;parent, which vulgar heads could no way prize, be|cau&s;e hid in a viz<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">rd, like the Orientall Dia|monds, Cloy&s;ted in the &s;trict Nunnery of in Oy&s;ter's &s;hell. I do but di&s;&s;ipate the en|vious
<PB N="67" REF="50">cloud, to a clear beam, and interprets the dusky types from unmy&s;terious umbrages, for 'tis onely Lu&s;t which huddles in the wan|ton twilight of dark expre&s;&s;ions, whereas love &s;corns to be a Taper at the Worlds Torch; which &s;oaring in the high Element of vanting ambition, di&s;covers her great Ju|&s;tres to undi&s;cerning Conceptions. Look at <HI>Venus,</HI> &s;he &s;hames to flutter in <HI>Cynthia's</HI> AEthiopick attirements, but di&s;playes like <HI>Juno's</HI> bird, her proud gayeties on this &s;paci|ous Theater. Look upon <HI>Cupid,</HI> though blind, yet always flatters his beauties in the Chri&s;tall gla&s;le of a Lady's eye.</P>
<P>I mu&s;t confe&s;&s;e the totall invention is not my own, yet where I borrowed any wit, I lent the compo&s;ure of my fancy; <HI>Lux e&s;t um|bra Dei,</HI> &s;aith the Platoni&s;t, and yet how of|ten do we admire that &s;hade, <HI>Virgil</HI> in the <HI>He|roick</HI> Language of his noble attempt, made con&s;picuous the dim over &s;ights of blind <HI>Ho|mer,</HI> though we conclude him but the glim|mering &s;hadow of &s;uch a <HI>Sol,</HI> and no &s;ublime honour to enthrone him in the meritorious Pavillion of high-flown fame, as he who
<PB N="68" REF="51">Charractered the light, to be the &s;upream de|&s;ty's &s;hade, thence made it more illu&s;trious by &s;uch an Ecliptick brightne&s;&s;e. I offer this to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">o man's Peru&s;al, but who&s;e amorous brea&s;ts are fit entertainments for this gue&s;t, for no|thing but a Di<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">mond will make impre&s;&s;ion upon a Diamond (that is) None but a Lover regards the features of love. I there|fore &s;aulte you in i'ts Language, ki&s;&s;e your hands. And if you ask me what Love is</P>
<DIV2 TYPE="answer to question">
<HEAD>I thus An&s;wer.</HEAD>
<P>I Confe&s;&s;e, now could I la&s;h forth into the Coyned &s;treames of an <HI>Elegant Hyperboly.</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">t were but &s;ufficient to flatter your ambiti|ons; But &s;hould I &s;trive with the, winning per&s;wa&s;ions, of &s;mi&s;ing Oratory, to ravi&s;h your &s;unc&s;es with the rare beauties of this high born Nymph, were but in vain, becau&s;e I know you are not of the <HI>Platonicks</HI> who diets their Appetites, with the notion of mingling Soules, when their bodies are at no other brookage, but a doating on contem|plation.
<PB N="69" REF="51">Away Adulterate &s;peeches, like har|latory faces, painted out&s;ides, to in&s;inuate affections; Hence &s;weet Luliab<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">es, <HI>Ve<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">us</HI> Charmes to impale madne&s;s with fair Alare|ments, the reality of &s;uch a &s;ul<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters">nce is cur|rant coine, when &s;lattery's Eulogies are un|dervalued. Lov's beauties are able to melt the <HI>Adamantine</HI> heart like the Pumix-&s;tone to &s;weat water, though &s;he proves imperious in the end, and by a wanton tyranny u&s;urps, a Dominion greater then the World, till that rigor congeale them again to flint: Yet what a claim did the grand Sophoy attribute to this creature, while <HI>Parna&s;&s;us</HI> was no Hill for their walkes, and <HI>Helicon</HI> no Fount for them to &s;wim: Methinks I &s;ee <HI>Socrates</HI> &s;ad, in the glimering twilight of his twinkling Candle, in the invention of this love; while it &s;hewes him nothing but his own ob&s;curi|ty: Methinks I &s;ee the &s;waggering <HI>Platoni&s;t</HI> bedewing his watery cheeks at <HI>Laethe's</HI> R<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">|volets, by the oblivion of this rare Idaea. We &s;ee the Stagorite impearling his face with the Embroadery of an injewelled tear, becau&s; his inventions was &s;o eb'd as not to know the
<PB N="70" REF="52">tide-motions of this Euripus; We &s;ee the Naturali&s;ts heads vail'd with &s;orrow, becau&s;e not able to withdraw the &s;hadowy curtain from this occult quality: We &s;ee the mora|li&s;ts pul&s;. beating &s;lowly, in the attainment of tho&s;e animate Ethicks. And we &s;ee the Eagle-eyed wits of this age, the more they &s;oared at, the &s;ooner loo&s;e &s;ight of tho&s;e rayes: I hear the Po&euml;ts &s;ay, &s;ince the golden fu|nerall of their happy times, love like <HI>A&s;traea</HI> flew into heaven; This would have quelled the a&s;piring attempts of tho&s;e Amori&s;ts, had not the Interpreters made it dro&s;&s;e in fal&s;e Annotations; <HI>Ae&s;op's</HI> Cock found a Pearl, but he wi&s;hed it a Barley corn, yet it's probable love is on earth, for when I behold a Picture, how do &s;ome &s;ymptomes animate my duller &s;pirits: And when I look upon a Picture, how do I commend the &s;uperficiall Paint Rheto|ricated in curiou<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"> flouri&s;hes, and daighnes, an Eulogium on the ruder metaphors of the Ar|tificer's &s;hallow Judgment, which unpolite li|neaments are in &s;ome &s;ence beauty &s;pots, to &s;et a greater glo&s;&s;e upon the form, like tho&s;e Solary motes which makes his Irradiant
<PB N="71" REF="52">lu&s;tres diffu&s;e a more glorious &s;plend or, and therefore now I cannot hate a Lady for the nice di&s;approbation of deformity; the &s;ha|dowy lineaments of dark colours, well lymns a Picture in it's noble paint; natures land|skip is fainedly drawn when a &s;able curtain vailes the orient riches, and were Apelles pen|cill &s;et to the Pourtraiture, of a fair Nymph he would forme her nigh the rough outfide of a mi&s;hapen Satyre, thus ro&s;es grow &s;weeter befides &s;tinking weeds, thus by the &s;ullen <HI>Antiperi&s;ta&s;is</HI> of a &s;hade, <HI>Phoebus</HI> is &s;plendant in the &s;tarr-rayed Meridian; thus <HI>Grammatick</HI> figures are not fal&s;e Orthograpl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">y. <HI>Hellen</HI> may have a &s;taine, the pure&s;t <HI>Venus</HI> a mole, and the fine&s;t lawn an ignoble fret: hence a crooked rod may be figured into a Mathe|matick &s;taffe, hence the di&s;torted, Caverns of an old face are the grave charracters of fame's Rubrick, mo&s;t &s;weetly Inbalming wrinkled cheeks, with bloomy ro&s;es, the de|crepid form rever&s;ed, is but the &s;tudied Ana|gram of Pr&euml;tick glory, and I think the pret|ty Orater did no way flatter the mean beauty of his homely Lady, when he told her
<PB N="72" REF="53">in the complementive Rhetorick of a high ex|pre&s;&s;ion, <HI>Res &s;acra e&s;t deformitas:</HI> for indeed 'tis more divine then the winning Oratory of charming <HI>Pulchritude,</HI> which Philter, was magick enough to conquer a Romanceing Spirit, who&s;e brandi&s;hing blade &s;corn<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">d to turn edge to a half-&s;hadowed beauty, &s;o then it may be good rea&s;on, why the puling <HI>Plato|nicks</HI> would only live in contemplation be|cau&s;e <HI>Venus</HI> her picture was half drawn. A reverend age is the very &s;hape en&s;tamp|ed upon the perfect feature of Angels, who&s;e &s;uperlative excellencies, rich in their natur|all Indowments, without the adulterate Chy|mi&s;try of invention, to guild them with the tincture of an noble Paint, de&s;erves to be adored as well as lov'd; For what&s;oever &s;eemes &s;o &s;pecified in the glorious modifica|tion of forme, as requires our chiefe&s;t imbra|ces, it re&s;ults from this principle, that fir&s;t of all it mu&s;t be very lovely, now if any thing be deformed then it boa&s;ts the &s;age Records of an ancient antiquity, the rigid Stoick, who&s;e Satyr robes lookes more Prodigious then the old <HI>Synicke</HI> hudled
<PB N="73" REF="53">in his rotten Tub, if he would retort his eye by a wanton Reflection would not be afraid at the unaffectionate light of his &s;tony face: So that I congratulate the indulgent genero&s;i|ty of Madam nature who made my &s;oul a <HI>Ra&s;a tabula,</HI> where I might engrave the di|vine impre&s;&s;ion of a heavenly Lady, though I did never &s;alute her, but in the murmuring tones of affectionate &s;ilence, I may fea&s;t the In&s;atiate appetite of my eyes, with the ban|queting dainties of her pre&s;ence, but I would not in the polite garbe of gaudy elo|qence, court a metaphorick oration from her ruby lips, Since the Po&euml;t has told me.</P>
<Q><L>Portentum e&s;t quoties Caepit Imago logus.</L>
<L>What a Prodigious wonder 'tis</L>
<L>To &s;ee a Picture &s;peak, Court, ki&s;&s;e.</L></Q>
<P>But for me 'tis more ea&s;ie to love, then to de&s;cribe the exi&s;tance of love, for it inha|bitates the inward rece&s;&s;es of cha&s;te hearts &amp; therefore &s;cornes the outward wantonings
<PB N="74" REF="54">of petulant tongues, the Painter repre&s;ented nature appeating to <HI>Ari&s;totle</HI> ma&s;qued in a &s;ad vaile, and he as other Phylo&s;ophers left her clouded in an ob&s;cure forme and mufled up in the &s;lip-cloaths of <HI>Materia,</HI> and I neither can draw the curtain from love's face, the better to admire it's beauties; 'tis hid from the prying notions of my Quill; though it is Sainted in the white robes of Radiant light, perhaps we may &s;emble her by &s;ome other objects, but &s;uch colours are dim, and &s;uch &s;imilitudes but weak demo&s;trations; for what is it of <HI>Hyperboly</HI> to &s;ay in yonder Ruby-ro&s;e &s;its enthron'd her golden cheeks, in this blu&s;h|ing tulip, di&s;coloured with various Aparel|lings her violet veines, run in a mode&s;t cur|rent: In this Maiden-lilly, her virgins-&s;kin glanceth a &s;miling blo&s;&s;om, and in this crim&s;on Incarnadin waves the rich Ambro&s;ia of her Cortall lips. No, no, In repre&s;entation of this, the Heathen who &s;tudied &s;o long as the blinking candle would glimmer to his nocturnall Lucubrations &s;aid that Lamp did &s;hew him only his own darkne&s;&s;e, like the old <HI>Cynick</HI> with his Lanthorne|&s;plendor,
<PB N="75" REF="54">at Noon-day &s;eeking a good-man in <HI>Athens:</HI> Neither did the exemplary docu|ments, of La&s;civious Po&euml;ts give us a di&s;tinct evidence of this ray; It is better heard in the har&s;h melody of mournfull &s;ighs then &s;een in the young face of &s;mooth effeminacy, and it is &s;een as well in the &s;mooth face of young Effeminency, as heard in the har&s;h melody of mournfull &s;ighs; Yet mount the Top-Element of love, and you'l &s;ee <HI>Cana|an</HI> by a Pi&s;gath-fight; Cry aloud into the rebounding Caverns of it's holy Nunnery, if you will hear it &s;peak, for an Eccho will not follow the weak voice. The old A&s;trologer was laughed at, who by looking inten&s;ively upon the Heaven's Phy&s;iognomy fell into a pit of waters.</P>
<Q><L>Inputeum Stollidus dec&icirc;dit A&s;irologus.</L>
<L>Th' A&s;trologer into a Well,</L>
<L>By looking at the Heavens fell.</L></Q>
<P>Whereas in the chri&s;tal gla&s;s of that rivolet he might have &s;een the &s;kies brighte&s;t beams
<PB N="76" REF="55">uncurtained by an unconceived lu&s;tre, thus &s;ome in the de&s;cription of Love have di&s;co|vered their own folly, tho&s;e who have &s;tri|ven in the Anatomy have onely touched the &s;uperficies: A &s;hort Mathematick &s;taffe may reach the low Planets, but the Sun &s;hine of Love is blazoned in a higher Pole, and there|fore the ravi&s;hed <HI>Archimedes</HI> may &s;hoot forth his <GAP LANG="grc" DESC="foreign" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 word"> when he takes the elevation. Who ever did Paint the fragrancies of <HI>Aprill's</HI> Ro&s;e; 'tis a T<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">x beyond the Pen, as Pen|cil's Performanc<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">. I d<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">re give him leave who &s;ees Love to fall in imoraces, &amp; &s;alute it with a <GAP LANG="grc" DESC="foreign" RESP="OXF"> welcome thou Lady Light; as the old Epicures de&s;ired to &s;ip up their Quinti&s;|ence in a <GAP LANG="grc" DESC="foreign" RESP="OXF"> if they could, which impo&s;&s;ibili|ty made the raging Stoicks angry with <HI>For|tuna,</HI> in cheating them w^t^h the Lotte yof blind <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ncertainties, &amp; the unpa&s;&s;ionate Stoick were da&s;hed on Rocks of an&s;ery, whien made their Wi&s;e Man who held an Apathy in his tenets, it a &s;torm on Sea look pale, yet how&s;oever I cannot &s;peak, alorions things are &s;poken of <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">hee O Love! It was of thee that the fam'd Philo&s;opher rais'd his Panygerick to a Map
<PB N="77" REF="55">of the World, writ <HI>Hollin&s;heads,</HI> and <HI>&s;poke Folios.</HI> It was of thee, that the great Hi&s;to|rian &s;welled his brain, till it run forth a &s;e|cond Helicon. And it was of thee, that the Moralli&s;t rai&s;ed, this Hyperbolicall Eulogi|um, who can comment upon &s;o Seraphick a a Text without an Angell's &s;ublime pinneon. What <HI>Jove</HI> in his Regall magnanimity would not be Captived with &s;o <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="3 letters">re a beauty? what <HI>Adonis</HI> would fear to melt into &s;o delicate a flame? What <HI>Apollo</HI> would not entertain the kind welcome of &s;uch a golden dart? Some have pre&s;umed to Paint the Little Wanton blind; and I dare avouch that <HI>Cupid</HI> too without tongue, Hence the &s;porting delica|cy of words, are the &s;ad tone of a &s;igh, brea|thing forth &s;uch fluttering expre&s;&s;ions as the <HI>Paphian</HI> Doves do eccho in the plea&s;ant groves of Myrtle-boughs. Hence their fin|gers talk Love-ditties, and dialogues, are weaved in their Virgin-Garlands. Hence the accu&s;tomed Character of a glance, the plea|&s;ant eloquence of a cha&s;t &s;mile, are Loves vocal me&s;&s;engers carrying the &s;weet Amba&s;&s;y of a ki&s;&s;e. Sometimes their laughter like &s;o
<PB N="78" REF="56">&s;o many Rhetoricating figures are compo&s;ed in a legible Idiome; and &s;ometimes the con|tracted cloud of a &s;upercillious brow typified the indignation of a frowning Lover. It &s;eems to &s;ome a glory, above weak humanity, that like Angells they &s;hould di&s;cour&s;e by &s;ight, without help of an Intellect, as if &s;oules had their cour&s;e, and recour&s;e into divers bodies and in &s;ilent eloquence mo&s;t learnedly to Complement, but alllove has it's vizards, and <HI>Venus</HI> her &s;ectaries, can go un&s;een circumfu|&s;ed with <HI>Aeneas</HI> his cloud, through Publick A&s;&s;emblies. I therefore learn this one thing, <HI>Cu|pid</HI> wounds the heart with his fal&s;e treachery, by the compul&s;ion of an invi&s;ible dart, &s;o he &s;till po&s;&s;e&s;&s;eth the native Countries of his Primogenious habitations, as traduced from the Cimmerian vault of the Pimitive <HI>Chaos.</HI> Love thus flies the grand Rayes of a hot faced <HI>Phoebus,</HI> and like the Owl flutters in the &s;hady glimmerings of dark Twilight. For my part, I know not what Magick did not onely in|clude Impetuous <HI>Pa&s;iphoe</HI> in the circled Mean|ders of a crooked Labyrinth, but al&s;o cloy|&s;tred this &s;ecret Love in an ob&s;cure Hermi|tage;
<PB N="79" REF="56">&s;o heard is it without <HI>Ariadnes</HI> clew to find forth the inextricate windings, 'tis &s;o hard a Riddle to interpret, that every one who loves, dotes on a Aenigme, and becomes a problem to him &s;elf; ju&s;t like tho&s;e, who in a wa&s;tage of dreams are carryed to <HI>Elizium</HI> and when they wake be &s;till in Bridewell, Now it to&s;&s;eth him in the furious tyranny of the watry Sultan, and now it dandles him on the Calm lap of an <HI>Halcion</HI>-day, &s;o that by the fluxes, and refluxes, of divers Prote&s;tations never taking firm Anchorage in the di&s;tur|bed Port of his brea&s;t; he will confe&s;&s;e from wind, and weather-beaten waves the god|de&s;s <HI>Cyprida</HI> derives her generation, and not from the &s;weet Amber Greece of perfumes, as &s;ome in a flatter to that wanton Deity blazed forth an attribute&punc; Thus, tho&s;e who&s;e delicate heads are &s;urfac't with the Rich Di|adem of Ro&s;es, are Crown'd with the mock-Scepter of Royalty of thorns, As Churches are painted with antick Creatures to &s;hew my|&s;teriall glory, and the Bea&s;t with ten hornes, are the ten Tribes of <HI>I&s;rael.</HI> The Cob-web face, of a &s;mooth Lady, who intangles Lovers
<PB N="80" REF="57">in &s;uch tiffany threads, is Domitian's Com|peer who made it his Royall labour to catch flyes. So cruell is the ob&s;equious Empory of of Love, that to be it's Subject is to live and dye; Ju&s;t as Maiden <HI>Phoenix</HI> builds her &s;elf a vitall pyre in which Enfranchi&s;ed flames, &s;he refines her aged gravities. So malignant is it's favours, that it &s;trikes a man into the dull malady of di&s;a&s;ters, whereby it may have a high prerogative of honour, in apply|ing pre&s;ervatives, &s;o dubious a Benefactor, that with Reciprocall heats, and colds, and various paraoxy&s;mes, it inflames and Refri|gerates brea&s;ts con&s;ecrated to &s;uch hallowed fires. It ca&s;ts a Lover into tho&s;e flames that it may thence &s;natch him, or by &s;ome provi|dence let him burn, as flyes who circumlude the raging Tapers, &s;ometimes &s;uffer martyr|dome, and &s;ometimes &s;corch their wings,</P>
<P>The pale faced <HI>Mi&s;er</HI> he &s;eeks him&s;elf in him&s;elf, like our Roaring gallants &s;o igno|rant of ob&s;ervations, in &s;ailing the compa&s;&s;e of this Worlds Circuit, as they would &s;eek <HI>Rome</HI> in <HI>Rome.</HI> It is hard for him to love, It is hard for him not to love: but it is harde&s;t
<PB N="79" REF="57">for him to injoy the delicate imbraces of love, What infelicity implies his contradiction to wi&s;h he might not injoy his wi&s;hes, the Ma|je&s;tick feature of a Lady's brow, adorn'd with the Lawrell Chaplet of verdant cha&s;tity doth allure and affright the excellent claritude of a &s;erene face, like <HI>Sol's Eoan</HI> Candors, doth refre&s;h, and make blind his gazing eyes; The lightning of a beauty would make him fall in veneration of &s;uch a divinity, and yet like the gigantick Cyclops, he feares to be &s;truck with a Thunderbolt. It intermin|gles joyes with the antipathy of &s;orrow, that the compounds of plea&s;ure might be more delighting; and it intermixeth griefe in &s;ympathy with mirth, that it might the more torment: So that he but dreames, who thinks his pallate enough banquetted at the &s;weet meates of &s;uch felicity; For when his &s;tupefied &s;ences are di&s;charmed, from that magicall Lethargy, he will finde a hungry Appetite: Therefore you mu&s;t not expect a Carpet-way to this <HI>Canaan,</HI> without the Red Sea of afflictions: You mu&s;t not expect a Lady who&s;e waxen armes
<PB N="80" REF="58">are melted into a &s;weet compliance of de|licate Imbraceings, without the hard oppo&s;i|tion of a &s;tony heart; A Lady who&s;e breath al|wayes exhales the fragrant odours of Incen&s;|ed <HI>Ca&s;&s;ia,</HI> without the lea&s;t obnoxoius &s;mell of unredolency, upon who&s;e cheeks, nothing but &s;miling Ro&s;es, breathing a <HI>Panchaian</HI> aire, and &s;weete&s;t Lillies &s;urvive in a glorious gorgery, or from who&s;e lips nothing but harmonious <HI>Diapazons</HI> di&s;tills the coranting notes of unpa|ralled raptures for &s;ome times Love's moro&s;e, and flames like &s;haggy-di&s;heveled hair of bearded Comets, which again appear beau|tious as the &s;mooth-fac't &s;tars.</P>
<P>Yet I have often heard, and I pray you tell, why do you complain 'tis blind and mad, all tho&s;e ill favoured warts add an illu&s;trion to this <HI>Hellens</HI> Beauty; Wee &s;ee the Moon canopyed in a black ma&s;que: And the &s;tel|late Spheres have their glimmering Can|dors bright oriency, of which, lu&s;tres are never di&s;played in the glory of a full Orbe: The lawny vizard of mode&s;ty vailes loves face, as the thin Robe of a conden&s;ed cloud, through which, <HI>Phoebus</HI>
<PB N="81" REF="58">darts his morning Radiums, Before <HI>Aurora's</HI> gli&s;terings are un&s;heathed from the dark &s;cabbard of night. how do we like the <HI>Antipodes</HI> di&s;paire in dull melancholly, till &s;he is di&s;curtained from tho&s;e dead vailes, to the full <HI>Zenith</HI> of a Noon-day glory: Thus when the pretty &s;miles of love's re|fre&s;hed flowrings are unclouded from the en|vious Aparellings of mi&s;terial umbrages, how do we triumph in exultation: For &s;ome things are but cloathed with the gay Robes of orient colours, but &s;he is flouri&s;hed with Sun-beames, be&s;pangled with the twinkling &s;tarrs of rich Embroidery, <HI>Anaxagoras</HI> there, &s;hould not make me di&s;-believe my eyes. What if only to Phylozophi&s;e were to contemplate the &s;mall Ideas of nature, then this high endeavour of love, is the great work of Phylo&s;ophy, though he who loves but what he knows, changeth his Philo&s;ophy into Logicks &s;cientifical demon&s;tration, and I truely think one may be &s;atisfied, as &s;oon with a bare Skeleton of &s;yllogi&s;mes bones As be filled with the notion of glo|rious beauty, nothing, Nothing. You
<PB N="82" REF="59">believe love is mad hear but the fallacies, Lovers u&s;e in di&s;putations, and you will &s;ay it is without mood and figure: See the&s;e di&s;triumphing Virgins huge trophies on the victor's bow, and you will &s;ay they are fir&s;t circum-binded in cords of anger, then impaled in imbracements of plea&s;ure; the wanton heat of a lu&s;tfull brea&s;t teacheth them to chant the &s;weet notes of a melodious Lyrick, before it lets them Rant in the La&s;civious harmony of &s;oft Epigrams, For Love is made with rea&s;on, and all tho&s;e dote|ings of a Captived mind, are the &s;ecret mi&s;te|ries of divine rage: To Love, and to be mad are relatives in reciprocall tearmes; Thus <HI>Jove</HI> de&s;cended from his high Olympus, to injoy the Heavenly features of an earthly La|dy, and the action might be commendable; for conjugal Rights of Lovers, as our marry|ing &s;olemnites admits no &s;hame, and the fooli&s;h Po&euml;t was drunk with too much Nectar, when he &s;aid,</P>
<PB N="83" REF="59">
<P><Q><L><HI>In Caelum e&s;t meritrix, in Caelum turpis adulter.</HI></L>
<L>That &s;tarry Palace, Royal state</L>
<L>Of <HI>Jove,</HI> is but adulterate.</L></Q></P>
<P>But thus much for the Proin, a long Pro|logue, I fear will have a &s;hort &s;cene, a &s;horter Epilogue, and therefore it is time to make a leg, and <HI>Exit,</HI> lea&s;t the Citty Run forth at tho&s;e <HI>Myndian</HI> gates, then fir&s;t, to de&s;cribe this Deity, li&s;ten and you will hear, <HI>Dioni&s;ius</HI> the <HI>Syracu&s;ian Mon&s;ter</HI> by the Logick of his genuity defining Love to be a circle, <HI>&agrave; bono, per bonum, in bonum redeun|tem;</HI> and I wi&s;hly concurr with that Em|blem, I confe&s;&s;e as well as ki&s;&s;es, Rings, complements, the pledges of love, we have our Hyroglyphicks too: that very circle doth expre&s;&s;e <HI>Cupid</HI> drawing his crooked Bow at my brea&s;t, already &s;truck with the golden dart: That very circle doth repre&s;ent the perpetuall heat of Lovers, commingled with blood (as 'tis the <HI>Probatum e&s;t</HI> of Phy&s;itians) Circumrotated by a gyre, ju&s;t like the Aethe|rian, fire moving in the Similitude of an Orb,
<PB N="84" REF="60">So that who&s;oever loves, he is carried by a &s;phaericall motion which like the Egyptian Serpentine year.</P>
<Q><L>Sua per ve&s;tigia Revolvitur.</L>
<L>Doth to &s;uch Circ'lar motions tend,</L>
<L>As it begins where it doth end.</L></Q>
<P>And as it's motion, &s;o it's &s;elf is without end, for who knowes not the la&s;t fate of a man to be his dyeing te&s;tament, while his &s;oule is exhaled into his deare&s;t friend's bo&s;om, as a farewell Legacie, the Romans I am &s;ure were no le&s;&s;e confident then &s;uper|&s;titious in this cu&s;tom, when as they would catch the la&s;t breath of their dying lovers, by laying mouth to mouth: So that I think Pythagoras did rightly Phylo&s;o|phize, when he fell in Love with a <HI>Me|temp&s;ucho&s;is,</HI> and &s;acrificed to the birth-day of that Lady <HI>Tran&s;migration</HI> his great brain, had in conception, who&s;e de&s;ultory Soul dive&s;ting it's Painted &s;lip-cloathes the body flew into &s;ome noble entertainment
<PB N="85" REF="60">which the old Pagans in their fooli&s;h tenets baptized an <HI>Elizium.</HI> before we take our <HI>vltimum vale,</HI> from this &s;orrowfull Theater there is none happy, whome love and Phy|lo&s;ophy doth not in&s;pire, or ravi&s;h the Soul into an amazement of exta&s;ies, and therefore without it, I conclude with the po&euml;t,
<Q><L>Dici beatum, ante obitum, Nemo.</L>
<L>None without Love can ever be</L>
<L>Happy, till death end mi&s;erie.</L></Q></P>
<P>The one hales the admiring man into the a&s;toni&s;hment of Contemplations, The o|ther &s;ets the lovely &s;oul into the great won|der of imbraces; the the one carries you into the ple&s;ant <HI>Tempe</HI> of Heaven-&s;prung flowers who&s;e dew watering tho&s;e Ro&s;y leaves is Nectar &s;pilled from the Gallaxey at Gany|med's fall, where you may feed the nice de|&s;ires of a &s;toln glance, or &s;atisfie the curi|ous &s;mell with balmy incen&s;e of perfumed &s;weets. And p<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ay you tell me, How can you deny the tran&s;cour&s;e of &s;oules, when bodies
<PB N="86" REF="61">are at a di&s;tance: Have you not &s;een the Amori&s;t's eye, allwayes looking that way, his Lady &s;its en&s;hrined, like a &s;tately Diety; If they joyn hands, then the &s;oul dines it's Appetite in figurative &s;peeches by twi&s;ting of fingers, if they &s;it together then the heart leapes up in exultation, and Running forth with a whole Troop of thoughts (as ru&s;tick fellows &s;alutations, are with a good blow) knocks at the weak fort, till it &s;urrender. Or what other An|notation is the Ruby-blu&s;h, colouring one's Sanguine face, with a purple dye but the pa&s;&s;ionate &s;oule, which in its crim&s;on-robes pre&s;ently leaps into the Velvit cheeks as the Plu&s;h-index of a wounded heart: See but how de&s;irou&s;ly the &s;oul lurks, into the Labyrinth of an ear, catching the &s;ilent Complement, in an Eloquent language, and then an&s;wereing it again, in a &s;ilent eccho, &s;ee but how the &s;oule ingulphes her &s;elf in the large theater of a glance, and you will &s;ay, it dies in continuall &s;peculation, for &s;ome &s;ay Love is blinde, but <HI>Democritus</HI> put forth his eyes, the better to live in con|templations.
<PB N="87" REF="61">Thus man him&s;elf &s;hrinks his whole compo&s;ure, into the little vail of an eye, and &s;ometimes confines it in the little Cloy &s;ter of an ear, as we &s;ee &s;ome Animals content with the &s;mall function of one &s;ence.</P>
<P>Li&s;ten, Methinks I hear <HI>Aristophanes</HI> &s;ay, it is the whole Sacrament of Love to reduce men to that Principle, from which they were extraduced. Thus by naturall progre&s;&s;e, the Occidentall Sun returnes to his &s;picy Ea&s;t, when as the new Morning is but a Revoluti|on of the old day; thus Rivers by their fi|liall gratitude ingulphe the va&s;t Trea&s;ures of their plea&s;ant &s;treams, at <HI>Neptunes</HI> accep|tance, to whom they are derivative. But thou O <HI>Thales</HI> in water! and thou O <HI>Empedocles</HI> in fire leaping, made too much ha&s;t not only Phylo&s;ophy, but the Philo&s;opher him&s;elf was re&s;olved into the principles, and the vital particles of &s;ouls ingurgitated in their own Elements. Thus the errours of Philo&s;ophy|zing &s;pirits, excu&s;e the errours of raging Lovers; and while the <HI>Mentes famelicae</HI> were nouri&s;hed of what they con&s;i&s;t. One would
<PB N="88" REF="62">&s;wear <HI>Bacchus</HI> his &s;oul is made of a liquefied matter. One would &s;wear the Red &s;oule of Tyrant <HI>Caligula</HI> is made of blood, who wi&s;ht the world but one neck, in which he might glut the hungry Appetite of his ravenous blade. One would &s;wear the muck-worm &s;oul of a Country-fellow, is made of dirt, and his body to be the &s;trong clay-walls, and one would &s;wear the barbarous &s;ouls of Sto|icks ri&s;ing from a hard quarelet of &s;tones, to be carved into the lovely &s;tatues of men, Or what if we &s;hould feign with the Platonicks, who dur&s;t not touch the cha&s;tity of a Woman, that by the meer notion of mingling &s;ouls <HI>(ut ex communi &s;eminario.)</HI> Men do re&s;ult in a &s;trict Epithalamy of Nuptiall; 'tis a plea&s;ant invention, indeed that without putting their bodies to any brookage, they have generati|on by ki&s;&s;ing of hands, and twi&s;ting of eye beams, yet this per&s;wades us, that &s;ouls at the fir&s;t approach, run into imbraces, like friends who not forgetting their once-acquaintance can entertain &s;ouls at a dreaming &s;eparation, and meet in &s;alutations before their bodies be in &s;ight, &s;o now the Platonick takes his
<PB N="89" REF="62"><HI>Metemp&s;ucho&s;is</HI> into memory, for it is his Love and Philo&s;ophy.</P>
<Q><L>Cui amare, ac Philo&s;ophari e&s;t Remini&s;ci,</L>
<L>For to Remember what's a ki&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Not to approv't is all his bli&s;&s;e.</L></Q>
<P>Yet to whom, to love, and to Phylo&s;o|phize is all one, it is to erect the lap&s;ed e&s;tates of Angellick creatures with a perpetuall &s;pe|culation of Heaven (and as the birds of the Sun are fed only with it's Rayes) it fea&s;ts them with a continued de&s;ire of eter|nity. This is that, I know not what can|dor, makes mortalls in the aemulation of gods, &s;can the high &s;phaere of divinty. This is the eye who&s;e &s;plendors di&s;cover more new-found Trea&s;ures, then e're <HI>Sol</HI> was able to view without tiring his &s;wift-flown Steeds; this makes us as circum&s;cribed in no <HI>Paren|the&s;is</HI> of age, like a <HI>Po&s;thumus</HI> being as &s;pirits who injoy the va&s;t Kingdoms of th'ubique|ous air without limitation. Love thus doth all things, knoweth all things, yet in it's de&s;crip|tion I mu&s;t write Encomiums on the <HI>Deo Ig|noto</HI> as the Pagans &s;cuplted it on their altars.</P>
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<P>Some &s;ay <HI>Cupid</HI> is no reall being, but a <HI>Chymaera.</HI> Yet <HI>Plato</HI> degenerates from &s;uch Principles, allows him &s;omething, though 'tis onely the de&s;ire of Pulchritude in a fair Lody, and I make account too, the attempt of an ill-favoured feature, is not Love, but lu&s;t. How doth that <HI>Ignis fatuus</HI> bemire the Lilly &s;oul, in the dirty bogs of Quag-mire folly? How doth that melancholly di&s;tem|per, like <HI>Don Quixots,</HI> fight with Wind-mills of fancy, and &s;ummons a man up to death, as <HI>Brutus</HI> his <HI>Malus-Genius</HI> did him to <HI>Plutos Praetorium.</HI> If thus ra&s;h <HI>Phaeton</HI>-lu&s;t, as an in|telligence move in the brain's golden Chari|et, It will &s;oon de&s;troy the Micre-co&s;mman. Each Amori&s;t who adores this Lu&s;t as a white Swan, will find the &s;illy Goo&s;e Painted, as <HI>Ae&s;ops</HI> Crow in the rich Attirement, Peacock feathers, Like the Devil &s;anctified in the bright Radience of conden&s;ed air. Such a darling <HI>Dalilah</HI> will blind the eyes of <HI>Samp&s;on</HI> Love, and then expo&s;e it to &s;corn of the Worlds Phili&s;tims. Such a wicked <HI>Athenian</HI> mounts the high pole of honour, by firing the co&s;tly
<PB N="91" REF="63">&s;tate of Love's <HI>Diana</HI> temple but that verifi|ed Axiome of Logicians proves loves glories.</P>
<Q><L>Nihil dat quod non habet,</L>
<L>Amor nec habet, nec dat malum.</L>
<L>Things mu&s;t be ours, before we give</L>
<L>Fir&s;t breath and then you'l &s;ur'ly live.</L></Q>
<P>The Poet dur&s;t not uncloath his body, lea&s;t the wind, as the Eagle did <HI>Ganymed,</HI> &s;hould Rap him into the air, but hee I am &s;ure who unloades him&s;elf of lu&s;t's mantle, will then with <HI>Eliah</HI> fly into Heaven. Methinks <HI>Plato's</HI> philo&s;opher dige&s;ted dark divinity, (without the commotion of a recoyling &s;tomack) for the glorious Candle of the tran&s;parent &s;oul (&s;aith he) was thru&s;t into the blind-Lanthorn body, as a puni&s;hment for her Virgin lu&s;t: O had love bin in tho&s;e dayes, how had the&s;e glimmery &s;hadings been di&s;&s;ipated to clear beams: how had that Maiden in her gay blu&s;hes bin re&s;tored to primitive glory; for love is not a&s;hamed
<PB N="92" REF="64">of her beauties as the proud <HI>Corinthian Lais</HI> was who broke the looking-gla&s;&s;e at &s;ight of her aged front, carved forth with pale wrink|cles. Lu&s;t indeed may adorn it &s;elfe in royall loves attirement, yet no jot the le&s;&s;e lu&s;t for that, thus a Parrat in imitation of men, may di&s;pute a Syllogi&s;me. <HI>Per&s;ius</HI> in excu&s;e to his li&s;ping Satyrs Authoratizeth this.</P>
<Q><L>Corvos Po&euml;tas, Po&euml;trida&s;que Picas,</L>
<L>Cantare Credas, Pega&s;eium melos.</L>
<L>A &s;ong is hard, yet Daws may ea&s;y do it,</L>
<L>A Crow's an Orator, a Goo&s;e a Poet.</L></Q>
<P>But they conclude like the Roman bird, whom the Cobler's Grammer had elegantly taught when by an <HI>Extempore</HI> &s;peech, &s;hee cryed forth.</P>
<Q><L>Oleum &amp; operam perdidi.</L>
<L>For me to &s;peak is all in vain,</L>
<L>You loo&s;e your labour, I get pain,</L></Q>
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<P>Wee delight onely in the fruition of a fair beauty, and &s;corne the Lotteries of <HI>Penelope's</HI> wooers, who flew in a &s;oar|age of impo&s;&s;iblity; A picture lymned in the brave excellence of gaudy Symetries, may per&s;wade the eyes of a gazing Specta|tour, but not a Lover. And he who looks on a Lady onely to ob&s;erve the fair tabla|ture of her face, may as well deate on a Picture. Love is the onely Orator who&s;e &s;miling Rhetorick allures me to the feli|cious &s;alute of imbraces. Here I bring the old Philo&s;opher <HI>Socrates</HI> to witne&s;&s;e who would have the very carv'd <HI>Effigies</HI> painted in the in&s;inuating colours of Love's bra|ve&s;t tinctures, how often with his &s;weet Appellatives in the Schools, as if in <HI>Venus Gymna&s;iums,</HI> hath he &s;tyled his Com|pany <HI>Formo&s;os auditores,</HI> &s;uch waxen minds, on who&s;e melting Amoro&s;ities, the Signet of his eloquence might make impre&s;&s;ion: So then the flattering Complement of a merry countenance may conquer the for|tyfied <HI>Ilium</HI> of a Regall Lady. <HI>Hellena</HI> may be &s;urprized by a plea&s;ant Robbery,
<PB N="94" REF="65">without the aemulation of &s;o many Rivalls; though once the high ambition of in|joying that unheard of form racked <HI>Troy</HI> in a decimall Torment of fire. A mild <HI>Heroe</HI> may lead <HI>Venus</HI> a Trophey to his wanton bed, as a &s;tern <HI>M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">rs</HI> injoy her in <HI>Vulcan's</HI> lodgings. The dirty Soul of a Clod-pate &s;waine who knows nothing be&s;ides the beautifying of a goodly farm, can dive &s;o farr into Royall Loves Cabi|net as to &s;natch the be&s;t Pearl he there finds inclo&s;ed; el&s;e our wanton Deity had ne|ver wi&s;ht for the injoyments of an Iron-&s;ide <HI>Vulcan,</HI> but he was mettle to the back, and therefore would not &s;tand bent to his work.</P>
<P>Pray tell me, if you, do not love, how can you think to be happy; for love like the Stoicks hath a Dome&s;tick <HI>Pleropheria</HI> an unavoidable happine&s;&s;e, although the fe|licious Heathens could never reach <HI>Summum bonum</HI> beyond an imaginary conception. Thus by a Piece of Politick Stoici&s;me can al|lay the raging infortunes of di&s;quieted pa&s;&s;i|ons (as the &s;turdy Rocks quells <HI>Neptunes</HI>
<PB N="95" REF="65">Proud waves) and makes them retire wor|&s;ted. Some have canonized men who&s;e radi|ant works &s;parkles in the Orient lu&s;tre of day beams, <HI>Ari&s;totle</HI> was &s;et up as a Pope in Phylo&s;ophy, while his &s;ectaries thought other writings but <HI>Err a-Patris</HI> neither go&s;pel, nor law, but at Lov's rich &s;trains rarely interlined with golden notions, all nations may fraught their Ve&s;&s;els, where the Heaven is made Heaven by it's pre&s;ence. The old Philo&s;o|pher &s;aid, other Creatures were writ in Pro&s;e, but Mans &s;oul was a perfect Poem, thus indeed wee read, <HI>Tully's</HI> fidler &s;aid his body never danced but when his &s;oul plaid the Le&s;&s;ons, and if the &s;oul be in Po&euml;&s;y, when love &s;ings con&s;ort, then's the be&s;t me|lody, give me Poetry, mu&s;ick in words, and give me mu&s;ick, Po&euml;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ry in &s;ound, and what Queen of <HI>Shaeba</HI> would not hear the wi&s;dom of &s;uch a <HI>Solomon.</HI> The Pagans <HI>Jupiter</HI> was <HI>maximus,</HI> becau&s;e he was <HI>optimus,</HI> and what|&s;oever like love would be great, mu&s;t be fir&s;t good, And methinks tho&s;e all-Religious <HI>Ro|mans</HI> who tye their tutelary Angels in the large <HI>Pantheon</HI> with chains of gold, did but &s;hadow
<PB N="96" REF="66">forth this love, though in the form of a gold|en dart, it is entertained in the con&s;ecrated Ve&s;try of a Man's heart; &s;hould we but &s;ee this glorious Planet, I can then tell how it would move in the Zodiack of our im|braces, till by a Chymicall touch of vir|tue, the &s;trict imp<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ings were turned to golden threads. Great <HI>Ari&s;totle</HI> thought his &s;trong drawn Arrow hit the mark, when hee gave the definition of love, to be one &s;oul in two bodies, methinks I might act the Philo|&s;opher, and &s;ay, it is two &s;ouls in one body, but tho&s;e weak Raptures come &s;hort of an Hyperboly. This I would &s;ay, <HI>Plato</HI> in it's features might &s;ee his ravi&s;hing virtue exi&s;t Incarnate This I would &s;ay, All the accu|rate accompli&s;hments in the inferiour World (as <HI>Cebes</HI> his famous piece of morality hung in the curious Temple of <HI>Saturn</HI> to confe&s;&s;e the greater wi&s;dome of that God) are but &s;hadows of this Deity. For a little Attome may expre&s;&s;e this great World clouds of per|fumes lodg their va&s;t glories in the circumfe|rence of a grain, a &s;mall dath &s;peaks <HI>Sol</HI> cli|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">enant in the large Meridian; and a round O
<PB N="97" REF="66">notes the broad fact Moon, in a full Orb. In Maps points &s;pells <HI>Parna&s;&s;us,</HI> and a line great <HI>Helicon:</HI> Methinks it was but a fond vapouring of the Old P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">&euml;r, and onely fit for the proud vaunts of an undaunted Stoick to &s;ay
<Q><L>Primos in orbe deos fecit timor.</L>
<L>'Twas fear at fir&s;t which did create</L>
<L>Gods, in their &s;anctified state.</L></Q> With his good leave, I would alter the phra&s;e and &s;ay
<Q><L>Primos in orbe Deos fecit amor.</L>
<L>'Twas the immortall name of Love,</L>
<L>Made Gods on earth, in Heaven above.</L></Q></P>
<P>Love is a great Magician. Hence (as In|chanters) Lovers by &s;hady umbrages and dark repre&s;entations of a Lady burn them|&s;elvs by a &s;en&s;le&s;s Rapture carried by a delu|&s;ive waf age into the air of fancy. Hence beau|tious eyes, like the bewitching Ba&s;ilisks &s;tu|pefie the lovers mind, till by an unvanqui&s;hed inflammation of de&s;ires, with <HI>Regulus</HI> in his
<PB N="98" REF="67">barrell, he dyes by looking at tho&s;e &s;unny Rayes, what el&s;e is, I pray, the &s;oft allurments with which <HI>Endymion</HI> made <HI>Luna</HI> di&s;cend from her high &s;phear to his homely Cell. What el&s;e are the&s;e oft-repeated groans, but magicall tearms, charming philters, and A|matory numbers. Nay, and I know not whe|ther to admire the &s;trong motions in that which is beloved, or in the Lover, tho&s;e deli|neaments of flatteries, tho&s;e &s;miling faces moving with inchanting per&s;wa&s;ions, where Love a circle, there exerci&s;eth his execrati|ons. Why <HI>Ro&s;amond</HI> in her flouri&s;hing Epi|t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">th was called <HI>Ro&s;a-mundi</HI> may be thus no|ted, that Loves powerful Magicknever&s;crued her beauties to a higher perfection then the &s;ading flower. Had <HI>Demo&s;thenes</HI> bin in&s;pi|red with this love, as he was with eloquence, the Old Heathens might have hummed him with the de&s;erved applau&s;e of
<Q><L><GAP LANG="grc" DESC="foreign" RESP="OXF">.</L>
<L>See where he goes in learned fame,</L>
<L>It is <HI>Demo&s;thenes</HI> by name.</L></Q>
<PB N="99" REF="67"> Which <HI>Per&s;ius</HI> Engli&s;hed in Latine by a mild Satyr.</P>
<Q><L>Et Pulchrum e&s;t digito mon&s;trari, &amp; dicier hic e&s;t.</L>
<L>'Tis a grand honour <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word"> be known,</L>
<L>(And that's the man) with fingers &s;hown.</L></Q>
<P>The Poets <HI>Libri</HI> were their <HI>Liberi</HI> which af|ter ages put to Nur&s;es u&s;e, but when they are the Off-&s;pring of great love, all things comes to &s;uck hony from their brea&s;ts, for my part I would have my la&s;t fate &s;urvive in it's me|moriall, which &s;peaks more then a glorious Urn, though I were entombed like <HI>Pompey</HI> with a
<Q><L>Hic citus, e&s;t magnus.</L>
<L>Here Pompey dead,</L>
<L>Lyes rarely buried.</L></Q></P>
<P>For I do remember, <HI>Alexander</HI> when hee came to the Tomb of <HI>Achilles</HI> and &s;aw that &s;tout Greek &s;hut (like a mirror in a Cabinet) in &s;oba&s;ea <HI>Mau&s;olaeum,</HI> pre&s;ently weptin words <HI>Haeccine &s;unt Trophaea?</HI> Can the World afford no better honors, had he bin monumentized
<PB N="100" REF="68">with i'ts Oriental gems he would have bin the Son of <HI>Jupiter,</HI> who&s;e mother is Immortality. My &s;crip is always open, O for that, this great <HI>Maecenas</HI> would throw in &s;ome crums, the Channell of my life is almo&s;t dried, O for this Spring of flowing goodne&s;&s;e, for it's charity is not grown cold, nor doth tho&s;e lu&s;tres here dwindle like the Morning &s;tarrs into an Eve; as the <HI>Caldeans</HI> writ their good men in Hy|rogliphicks and intelligible words, that they might mould away in the ru&s;t of oblivion. For it was not the immortal Po&euml;&s;y of laureat <HI>Homer,</HI> nor the dippings of <HI>Lethe's</HI> Rivolets, but Love's ever verdant flori&s;hings, which deified the great Greek, as Poets, Kings, did always &s;urvive in the rare-living flowers of their Gardens. When &s;ome Poeta&s;ters were callow, and their &s;carce Pen-feathered Pinneons knew a &s;oarage of an airy travell. <HI>Homer</HI> had got wings and mounted the top-Eliment of immortallity, while his flaggy Mu&s;e &s;cans the brave ditties of <HI>Hellens</HI> Amo|rofities, beyond humane di&s;pute. When the tran&s;corporating Pithagoreans did but li&s;p forth their broken language, <HI>Plato</HI> could &s;peak
<PB N="101" REF="68">and had bin &s;urely entombed in the monu|ment of love, for an everla&s;tang Pyramid but that fooli&s;hly he expected a Revolution, the Platonick year. Happy <HI>Ari&s;totle</HI> well &s;tamped his <HI>Eutelechia,</HI> for love is harmony, and har|mony is the &s;oul, and both together make the &s;ublime&s;t per&s;ection, &amp; this made the laugh|ing Philo&s;opher waft his intellect to &s;o high a grade as to think upon another life. This made <HI>Socrates</HI> bid his friends bury his body, but not think they had buried <HI>Socrates.</HI> This made the Stoicks &s;corn their <HI>Welch-Pedegree</HI> who&s;e tenets after death are to eat the green Chee&s;e Moon. Here comes a Pollitick <HI>Plato</HI> and he will have Ver&s;es for his Se|pulcher-&s;tone; but let it be that Heroi|con of <HI>Ovia. Here lyes the Ma&s;ter of loves.</HI> Here comes <HI>Democritus</HI> with ages winding|&s;heet, gray hair, intreating the <HI>Athenian</HI> to be Embezelled in hony, but let it be with Loves Ro&s;aries, and &s;uch embalment will make his name fragrant to all po&s;terity. Here comes a <HI>Roman,</HI> to have his Urn arayed with &s;weet-&s;mell'd flowers, fading vanities. <HI>Venus</HI> her Myrtle &s;hall adorn my Her&s;e
<PB N="102" REF="69">as an ever-verdant Cypre&s;&s;e. For I can only &s;hadow forth Love by Paradi&s;e, a bank of Lillies, a Garden of Ro&s;es. <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> Motto was a book and a &s;pear, and at every on-&s;et, Love with the great <HI>Roman</HI> can &s;ub&s;cribe on the book with the point of it's &s;word. <HI>Veni, Vidi, Vici.</HI> I came, I &s;aw, I overcame.</P>
<P>Love is the exten&s;ion of the &s;oul, and lives defu&s;ed through the glorious <HI>Microco&s;m man</HI> now here, now there, now ev'ry where. Who|&s;oever loves, by that rea&s;on becau&s;e he loves he is a number and no more one. In Love's <HI>Arithmatick</HI> he's more then a Cypher. Inlov's <HI>Mu&s;ick</HI> he's more then a <HI>Semi-quaver.</HI> In Loves <HI>Geography</HI> he's more then a &s;mal point and in Loves laws he's no <HI>Ignoramus.</HI></P>
<P>Souls entertain &s;ouls, and Morali&s;ts who Sometimes graze with herds of Philo&s;ophers &s;ay, <HI>nunquam &s;olus, quam cum minus &s;olus,</HI> as if their <HI>bonus-genius,</HI> guardian Angells were their <HI>Comrades,</HI> &amp; I think they might indeed la&s;h forth into &s;uper&s;tition, who were down-right Pagans, and though among&s;t the Petulant Romans, young men were only to act <HI>Venus</HI> her interludes becau&s;e a Crown
<PB N="103" REF="69">of Ro&s;es did not become the gray-head yet how often have I &s;een the Stoick-looks of a dogi&s;h old man, quell the naturall affections of a young Amori&s;t (like a little Boy, pur&s;uing the painted gaieytes of a Butterflyes wings) that upon the a&s;&s;aulte, he might prove his on|ly rivall: How often would the old wanton de&s;ire to &s;urvive, like <HI>Mezentius</HI> in his Fune|rall Tomb, that he might e&s;pou&s;e his &s;econd birth to the World in amorous celebrations; How often would the <HI>Antiplatonick</HI> de&s;ire to live <HI>Retro</HI> to imbrace a beautious Lady, though it be beyond the po&s;&s;ibility of love, to pre&s;cribe an <HI>Apotheo&s;is</HI> to any humanity. I have Read that noble <HI>Lycurgus</HI> made an Edict for every one to love, and no irrati|onality: For <HI>Venus</HI> her Myrtle, as <HI>Bromius</HI> his Ivy, can court the Male with winning imbraces, &s;till weaving her &s;elf to &amp; fro, in his boughes: And tho&s;e fea&s;ting Sympo&s;i&s;ts, I mean the devouring Epicures, could live in the world without adjuvances of an Omni|potent power, but not without the Om|nipotent power of Love's Providence who&s;e Godhead, they did invoke with &s;trict
<PB N="104" REF="70">Religion of their Chri&s;tianity, though it was but a bruti&s;h Zeale, as by the fond tenets of &s;uper&s;tition, the Egyptians wor|&s;hiped Cats and Dogs, Onions and Leeks, Serpents and Crocodiles But <HI>Gellia</HI> impati|ent at her ab&s;ent lover, would have been Pro&s;trate to an Image (&s;o &s;ung the <HI>Cambo-Brittanian, Epigrammati&s;t</HI>) which was a high|er <HI>Crimen</HI> then ever <HI>Egypt</HI> committed, with his Nilean Mon&s;ters, yet it is a peice of Piety to pitty her madne&s;&s;e, for &s;ome will love foo|li&s;hne&s;s, rather then not love, the Po&euml;t argues the fact as Innocence; becau&s;e.</P>
<Q><L>Semel In&s;anivimus Omnes.</L>
<L>None can hin&s;elf commend for all,</L>
<L>Are lame enough &s;ince <HI>Adam</HI>'s fall.</L></Q>
<P>It is impo&s;&s;ible to dim the Radiant light, of love's &s;plendors, or give tho&s;e glimmer|ing Rayes a totall Privation, for we admire at the inviolated beames of tran&s;lucent <HI>Phae|bus;</HI> &s;o may we the hot &s;parkes of <HI>Cupidinian</HI> fire, who&s;e Ve&s;tall flames have no extingui&s;h|er,
<PB N="105" REF="70">It's refulgent illu&s;trations which lies dart|ing in a large Lature of an Orient Pearl, will never be abbreviated in the &s;mall Epitomy of a &s;park, Tho&s;e vigorous beames, which lu&s;tre forth in the highe&s;t Meridian of a Noon-day glory, will never glimmer in the Matutine blu&s;h of a Rudi&s;h dawne, Love it fell from Heaven (where <HI>Prometheus</HI> &s;tole his animate fire) and though it halts a little, for want of Immortallity, like the Po&euml;ts <HI>My|thology</HI> of limping <HI>Vulcan,</HI> it a&s;&s;pires to the &s;ame center: If your unruled pre&s;umption &s;corne to ride, with a &s;mall bit, but in an un|bridled pa&s;&s;ion Curveight a loft, to the nulli|fying of this Sun beam, either it will fire your de&s;ires into a corre&s;pondency, or dazle your dull eyes, in the black vaile of ob&s;cure night, and the next morning, reclu&s;ed from that in|tolerable Purgatory, turn <HI>Per&s;ian,</HI> &amp; fall into adoration: It is ju&s;t like the proud boughs of the Palme, the more they are trodden down, the higher the ri&s;e: And in a delicate complement, wantons with your oppre&s;&s;ion: Saith the commick.</P>
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<Q><L>Quis de&s;iderio, &s;it Pudor aut modus.</L>
<L>No mea&s;ure for de&s;ire, mad waves,</L>
<L>Rocks, adamantine &s;trength out braves.</L></Q>
<P>And indeed my de&s;iers, when they la&s;h forth, tends by a naturall motion, to the fair|e&s;t Center; and thinkes never &s;ufficiently they imbrace a Lady, by imbraces, or injoyes enough of her injoyments: As now it is impo&s;&s;ible but to love, &s;o I would not have you love diver&s;e objects, <HI>Penelope</HI> (that quoted Matron of Cha&s;tity) is figured plaiting her loo&s;e tre&s;&s;es into one Embroidery, to &s;hew we mu&s;t not diffu&s;e our affections, on various plea&s;ures, <HI>Alexander</HI> when he had got one World, like a Child, cryed for another, but the great armies of &s;uch incon&s;iderate de&s;i|ers, you may di&s;band, which but aggravate the fruition, if you be men, in who&s;e Heroick natures all courteous entertainment, for brave Ladies, do generally concenter, and combine &s;ine tongues, melting into amorous &s;peeches &s;till Perioded with the &s;weet <HI>Catastrophe</HI>
<PB N="107" REF="71">of a ki&s;&s;e. Smiling faces, Ravi&s;hing their eyes Peircing tho&s;e Sunny beames, with &s;ecretaemu|lations; And compo&s;ed of all other virtues by your de&s;erts, which in others would appear an <HI>Hyperboly.</HI> Then &s;eek brave <HI>Paragons,</HI> e|qually endowed with rare&s;t excellencies, let their bloomy cheeks outvye <HI>Aprill's</HI> carnati|on Ro&s;es, fragrant in fre&s;he&s;t buds, let their white hands, Excell the fine&s;t Lillies of flowry <HI>May,</HI> like Virgin &s;weets, enthroned in <HI>July's</HI> bo&s;om; Let their ruby lips be the banquetting Table of plea&s;ure; Who&s;e bal|my dainties are more rare then that <HI>Ambro|&s;ia,</HI> longe &s;ince I heard a Po&euml;t talke of, I may believe it, though I never &s;ee't: There like Mount <HI>Hyblas</HI> Lord <HI>Paramount,</HI> who&s;e <HI>Epi|curean</HI> &s;tomach, like the &s;trict <HI>Publican,</HI> takes the Tole of &s;picey flowers, and at la&s;t En|tombes his aery-body, loaden with riches in a Honey combe, you may fea&s;t, and then be interred in the rareties, more famous then tho&s;e &s;parkling Adamants. <HI>Cleopatra</HI> Pyrami|zed for her co&s;tly Marble, &s;uch Ladies you may love at the fir&s;t &s;ight, yet make u&s;e of &s;econd con&s;iderations, for &s;ometimes we are
<PB N="108" REF="72">deceived by the adulterate paint of pulchri|tude, and are mi&s;erable indeed, when wee think our &s;elves happy: He darkned his hou&s;e, who made &s;ullen the Sun, with wri|ting too often <HI>Fiat lux</HI> in his windowes, <HI>Pyg|malion</HI> was enamoured on the Picture he had &s;o beautiou&s;ly figured, and really thought it Divine: The curled locks of <HI>Epicurus-opi|nions</HI> brandi&s;hing the rare out&s;ides of a &s;o|phi&s;ticated face which cloathed in the gayat|tirement of Silken robes, peeped from the &s;pruce Nunnery of a naked brea&s;t; knew no other blandi&s;hing of virtues, or torments of death, but the ki&s;&s;es of <HI>Venus:</HI> He who's dwellings are in a Garden, cannot crown his wanton head in Ro&s;e-buds, without the pricking coyne&s;&s;e of &s;urly thorns. The car|rou&s;ing merry <HI>Anacreon,</HI> that quaffing <HI>Greek,</HI> who&s;e tipling Cups were crown'd brimmers, in full <HI>Canary,</HI> at the health of his <HI>Para|mour,</HI> was by a mo&s;t Emphatical Tautopathy choaked with the dry hu&s;k of a Grape, <HI>Ixion</HI> affectionately Imbraced the cloud for <HI>Juno,</HI> therefore folly is the property of a man, as <HI>humanum e&s;t errare.</HI> Here wee &s;ee &s;ome
<PB N="109" REF="72">men doat, in their predominant pa&s;&s;ions, and others no way love enough, as to arrive at that infortunate happine&s;&s;e Men like <HI>Hymet|ta's</HI> Birds, culls only &s;weet flouri&s;hings, di&s;til|ling the <HI>Elixar</HI> of them to a cunning Chymi|&s;try; to whom (as it is true among&s;t Pylo&s;o|phers) it is &s;ceptically propounded to love, &amp; &s;o by that incon&s;tancy to extract flower, e|ver &amp; anon, another flower, till by a various mellification, they &s;uck all the redolent &s;weets from <HI>Flora's</HI> &s;ields: Indeed, it is confe&s;t, we cannot alwayes live in imbraces, tho&s;e vir|tues we behold in a Ladies beauty, or in a Picture, where we &s;ee drawn her brea&s;ts, the pretty Images of virtue, here <HI>O&s;&s;a</HI> bedewed with milk, there <HI>Pelion</HI> Embalmed with Ho|ney, the more we gaze upon them without any intervall in beholding another object, the &s;ooner our weak eyes are dazled from any glances; But do you firs &s;uffer tho&s;e little rayes of love. I once &s;tood amute to &s;ee, to illu&s;trate, their &s;plendors without any glim|merings, for I am not envious to &s;ee your brighte&s;t beames glare &s;mal &s;plendor more glorious, then the &s;mall vapors of my twink|ling
<PB N="110" REF="73">twilight, rather with the <HI>Elephant</HI> I will rejoyce, to hover under &s;uch blazeing Sun|&s;hine. Tapers thus adumbrate their light at the Meridian candor, of a Torch, and Starrs in their highe&s;t Orbs, thinks it an honour to be &s;haddows of a morning <HI>Phoebus.</HI></P>
<P>Love it is not the onely prerogative of men, but other inferiour creatures have it in a naturall indowement: Hence <HI>Clite</HI> &s;alutes the Sun with her golden leaves, invelope|ing the bright Radiums of hear, evaporated from his Ro&s;y wings, in the Chri&s;tal Cabinet of her cha&s;te bo&s;ome, till &s;he becomes a Va|gative &s;tar; With the &s;ame aemulation of af|fections, the very &s;tones drawing from the <HI>&V;biqueous</HI> aire, his rare&s;t <HI>Refulgences</HI> do in a &s;ollid and concrete light from their flinty <HI>Ma|teria</HI> di&s;&s;olue into an orient Pearl, brandi&s;h|ing no le&s;&s;e a beauty, when like a Satyr it is rugged in &s;naggy deckings, or when tis glo|riou&s;ly burni&s;hed in chaines of gold: Thus while <HI>Neptune</HI> receiveth &s;ilver <HI>Cinthea's</HI> famed motion on his pearly waters, rejoyceth no le&s;&s;e, in the Caele&s;tiall intelligence of that Orbe, then he was before amazed with
<PB N="111" REF="73">the beautious approach of that lovely <HI>Venus;</HI> we want indeed a Phylo&s;ophicke hearb but we have a Philomathematick flood, which furer then the &s;trict Ephemerides of water, &s;hewes us the &s;able <HI>deliquiums</HI> of pale <HI>Luna.</HI> We have <HI>A&s;tronomicall</HI> flowers which de|mon&s;trate the Sunn's high motion; Horo|logically denoting each point of the de|clining day. The &s;uperlative brightne&s;&s;e of &s;plendant <HI>Cinthia</HI> courts the Super-&s;uper|lative Radiance of re&s;plendant <HI>Appollo,</HI> and Taper-glimmerings &s;alutes Torch, brandi&s;hings, as the <HI>Hi&s;panian Plebe&s;cites</HI> im|mitate the royall Maje&s;ty of their high Emperor: Look at the white <HI>Superficies Angel-glory</HI> on &s;ilver Doves, with what wanton contentions do they &s;ound the noy&s;e of clamorous complaints. Hear the murmuring Turtles, who by a humane in&s;tinct Carolls the Epithalamy, when <HI>Aprill</HI> begins to ca&s;t her Nun-like &s;kin and pre&s;ent her &s;elf to open view for a bloomy Virgin, and you will confe&s;&s;e the&s;e are the lively Emblems of men who&s;e heat, of love &s;hould make them chant a
<PB N="112" REF="74">&s;ong, to &s;ee a Lady in who&s;e refre&s;hing bo|&s;ome, you might cool the burning flames: Yet &s;ome doat on the &s;uperficiall plea&s;ure, Loves but for a day. Neither how to an|&s;wer that Religion, can I any way deter|mine, &s;ure if the world be blind, they will have women to bee the Expletive Particle of that <HI>Homer:</HI> They find forth a new way of Imbracements, and by the Pe|tulant Method of &s;uch wantonings, divirgi|neth Love, the feigned &s;tories of Po&euml;tick fu|rie, that &s;ingle &s;oules wandered on the happy bowers of <HI>Elizium,</HI> (add this Comment to brighten the Text) that the very flowers gorgeou&s;ly arrayed in fre&s;h Apparellings, of &s;ummer-triming <HI>April,</HI> where&s;oever tho&s;e Sainted Ladies troad, grew up, and thence derive their generations, who (while they immured a little by meditation) fell in imbraces with their tender feet, as <HI>Heliotrops</HI> at the morning <HI>Apollo.</HI></P>
<Q><L>Non alia Coeli gaudia amare, aut amari, Nen alia terrae.</L>
<L>To love, and to be lov'd is the</L>
<L>Heaven, and earth's Inbile.</L></Q>
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<P>For the Divine Artificer, (before this World's fabrick was made by the <HI>Architecto|nicall</HI> power of his word, from the preexi&s;tent <HI>Chaos</HI>) had but this &s;olace to live, in love and contemplation; which is felicity enough, and more Perfection then was on this &s;ide Heaven. Tho&s;e too fortu|nate &s;tarrs do not appear &s;o welcome to the banquetting devotions, of poor Marriners, as they are at the entertainment of their owne &s;elves, they leap into one body (while the one gives halfe of his Immortality to the other) and like <HI>Hypocrates-twins</HI> cryes and laughs, lives and dies, at one breath: Hence for a &s;ecret imbrace (as <HI>Venus</HI> her votaries were carried to their Nuptialls like the <HI>Roman</HI> Ladies in a &s;ilken vaile (<HI>Hercules</HI> was voted a Demigod in Love's Regi&s;ters, and had more Trea&s;ures of honours, entailed upon his valour, when he conquered the Mon&s;ter Women, then when hee &s;hook his &s;harp-darted Lance at the cruelle&s;t <HI>Hydra.</HI></P>
<P>What need the Soul &s;eeke &s;tately Divi|nity,
<PB N="114" REF="75">if it have but love, The <HI>Ethnicks</HI> vanted Nature in &s;uch Hyperbolicall vaporings, as if that onely Deity could make them happy: What &s;ome of their &s;ect whi&s;pered forth, &s;ome &s;poke aloud <GAP LANG="grc" DESC="foreign" RESP="OXF">? What are other things to us? yet who wonders at a <HI>Panygercik</HI> Encomio|nized in the prai&s;e of the Moon, with them who never beheld the Sun-beames, but &s;uch felicity is dormant; neither can tho&s;e high-flown wings &s;oar at the farr &s;tretched eliment of perfection, but with one hand pitched up to Heaven, like the Boy in the Emblem, has the other hand &s;tretched down to Hell. The Stoicks, happy men, who&s;e holy eyes &s;till looked through the windows of light, never did adventure &s;o high in towering expre&s;&s;ions to make their &s;ouls-<HI>Pinneons,</HI> mount the top-&s;phere of felicity; they indeed dared to call it a &s;pirit as in &s;ome &s;ence, dim-twilight rea&s;on i&s;&s;uing from dark-Lanthorn Nature &s;hew|ed them it was &s;eparable from the body, and <HI>Pythagoras</HI> before had took his tran&s;migra|tion into a Frog. But Love needs not
<PB N="115" REF="75">&s;uch fal&s;e Herauldry; who&s;e name long &s;ince was blazoned on Incarnate Deity, and &s;hould &s;he again (as divine <HI>Plato</HI> thought of virtue) a&s;&s;ume a Corporall being, the lea&s;t glance of &s;uch a brave Paragon, would dazle our Ruffling gallants into the dime&s;t Night of wonder, while I my &s;elf might Chant this dirge &mdash; <HI>&V;t vidi, ut Perij.</HI></P>
<P>The &s;tarr-fed Mathematicians would &s;corn Heaven's illu&s;trious Phy&s;iognomy, while the long <HI>Jacbos-&s;taffe</HI> of their de&s;ires, aimes at their &s;kye-like face. The Phylo&s;ophers would &s;corne their thred-bare Coat of Phy|&s;iology, to blazon the rare compo&s;ure of her Metaphy&s;icall features. And the wearied Pilgrim, who&s;e weak head is decayed in the Elaborate travells of Religion, would &s;ing a <HI>Requiem</HI> to his journeys, and fall in adoration of &s;uch a &s;hrine. The Po&euml;t he <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ells, us <HI>Jupiter e&s;t quodcunque amas:</HI> What&s;oever wee love, is a Godhead to our &s;elves. And is it &s;o? Then the covetous man, who courts his Decoy Gold, till it looks Red in anger, or when he falls to adore't, blu&s;heth at his Idolatry, he ki&s;&s;eth <HI>Jove</HI>
<PB N="116" REF="76">in a piece of money. Yet, for <HI>Jupiter</HI> was metamorpho&s;ed to a golden &s;hower in the attempt of a &s;ilver <HI>Danae.</HI> And is it &s;o? then the good old man who ki&s;t his Cow, was <HI>Jove</HI> in one &s;ence; thus was <HI>Eurpa</HI> di&s;mount|ed on <HI>Cretas florulent</HI> Plains by a wanton Bull: And is it &s;o? Then the epicure de|vours <HI>Jove</HI> at his <HI>Sumptuous Bacchinalls</HI> changed to a Lilly-Swan. Yet luxurious in tho&s;e cha&s;ter plumes, he &s;ips up <HI>Jupiter,</HI> wantoning with <HI>Ganymed</HI> in Nectar and Ambro&s;ia. The Heathens did deifie the wor&s;t of men, that they might colour the black a&s;per&s;ions of &s;ad crimes, with that pure tincture of innocence, becau&s;e their alligation was made in immutation of tho&s;e gods; thus the fool in the Comedy &s;eeing <HI>Jupiter</HI> acted in Adultery; would needs commit a Rape, becau&s;e <HI>Jove</HI> did &s;o; but love is of a better temper, and to falfifie tho&s;e glories of it's goodne&s;&s;e by our equali|ty is a piece of folly, for the <HI>Indians</HI> can paint the Divell white, that he in tho&s;e innocent Robes might &s;eeme their God in a higher de|gree of Perfection, &amp; indeed the <HI>Camelion</HI>-as
<PB N="117" REF="76">can appear in any colour. Thus wee may know divine love (all created excellencies &s;hines with borrowed beames, for when the Heathens beautified their nature as a Godde&s;&s;e they went a gathering <HI>Hyperbo|lies</HI> in the Po&euml;ts gardens, to flouri&s;h forth that Entity, as the Painter run with his bill of Items, from one a Cheek, from one a Lip, from another an Eye, (to repre&s;ent the mo&s;t beautifull <HI>Venus</HI>) &s;he blazeth forth in her own lu&s;tres, &amp; other beauties would but like great blots deface the Coppy, or by a tedious <HI>Parenthe&s;is</HI> check, and eclip&s;e &s;o rare a Sun&s;hine. I confe&s;&s;e the grunting Epicurians by the vain froth of foamy imaginations, would model for their <HI>Diana</HI> according to their own corruptions; but tho&s;e garlick-pallates &s;auced with Onion|&s;mells are bani&s;hed this Re&s;publick, (as Po&euml;ts were, who made adulterate their gods from <HI>Plato's Idaea</HI>) for will we new-mold Love in a wor&s;e Effigies, that were to tae<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"> Rurall plea&s;ures, for Angelicall dainties; Avant! Avant &s;uch madne&s;&s;e! We will not Court the flint for a flowery arbour, whenas
<PB N="118" REF="77">we have <HI>Hebes</HI> to make our downy beds and Love's Ganymeds to attend our Royall|ties, yet here my feeble wings only flutter a Toarage, nor can they &s;can the high pole of it's de&s;erts, here like Geographers, who in de&s;cribeing the <HI>Terra incognita</HI> fill a Map with Antick creatures, Mon&s;ters, and prodigious &s;ights: So I mu&s;t either write Mi&s;teries, a Ro&s;e, a Cheek, a Chri&s;tall, a Tear, a Ruby, a Lip, a Comet, an Eye to de&s;cribe Love; or leave a &s;pace to be filled by a better Arti&s;t. For the &s;tout <HI>Ari&s;totelans,</HI> who thought <HI>Sol's</HI> Rayes, to their Prying curi|o&s;ities, were but atendants, and the <HI>Pla|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">onicks,</HI> who rai&s;ed their flanting wits to a higher bravery, by calling his illu&s;tra|tions their &s;hades, could never touch the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">igh &s;phere of this glory; like moyling Muck worms they gruffle in the du&s;t, and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">o return to their fir&s;t Nothing, which <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">mmateriality after <HI>annihilation,</HI> love onely can make immortall. The <HI>Egyptians Hiero|glyphick</HI> for <HI>Legi&s;lative</HI> power was <HI>Oculus <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">n &s;ceptro.</HI> And if we mortalls were Cur|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ained from the fair Pro&s;pect of Love by
<PB N="119" REF="77">the cloudy vizard of ignorance, how would the World look like the great <HI>Polyphem</HI> in his dark Cave without an eye.</P>
<Q><L>Mon&s;trum horrendum, ingens, cui lumen ademptum.</L>
<L>To &s;ee a man without an eye.</L>
<L>Doth argue much deformity.</L></Q>
<P>And now although Love may be wandring, proved by &s;o many in&s;tances, like the &s;teel touched with the attractive virtues of two Load&s;tones, tends to neither, and yet to both: Fir&s;t hovering over tho&s;e plea&s;ant thickes where it pryeth with con&s;tant devotions, and by and by flapping it's falcon-wings to yonder groves as re&s;olute in fervent vow, &s;till at the la&s;t fixeth it's Morall con&s;tancies in one end. Feign an imperious or ob&s;equious &s;upremacy in Love (then tho&s;e brave <HI>Eteocles</HI> and <HI>Polinices</HI> rules in &s;ubalternate cour&s;es) both are but one &s;ingular po&s;&s;e&s;&s;io~ entertain|ing one Ma&s;ter. Feigh love in it's high attri|butes to be a deity, then it is but agent in the theheavenly bondaries of one Paradi&s;e. Feign
<PB N="200" REF="78">this tenuous Love melting into the aiery fe|licity of ki&s;&s;es to be fire, then it's motion is concentrick in one &s;phere. And feign it to be a gift, then it is &s;ent to the acceptance of one Lady, as <HI>Coe&s;ar</HI> &s;hovelled in his <HI>Indian</HI> pearles at the con&s;ecration of <HI>Lauretto's</HI> &s;hrine, as heavenly <HI>Sydney</HI> breathed his &s;ubli|me&s;t Eulogiums in the Panegerick of immor|tall <HI>Stella</HI> deified by his Angel-Quill, and as the Roman Petrach &s;ollicited only the glo|rious fame of <HI>Laura's</HI> beauties. For not to be Re&s;olved in one object is to aver the Plura|lity of Nuptialls in &s;oul<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">, and admit of a Po|ligamy in Hymenealls of friend&s;hip, this were to tye and loo&s;, <HI>Nubere &amp; denubere,</HI> and they that u&s;e that graduation; I would have them cry'd up for mad men, or beg'd for fools.</P>
<P>Some have thought this Love which di&s;tin|gui&s;heth men from bruits &s;hould turn men into bruits. A pretty <HI>Metamorpho&s;is</HI> indeed! Sure <HI>Ovid</HI> was of a better temper, then to libell again&s;t that Saint he much adored, to think &s;o as a Stoicks barbarity who&s;e unpe&s;&s;ionate &s;oul is but the dirty excre|ments of &s;tone. Can humane Love &s;hrink
<PB N="201" REF="78">into the black Rayes of an inhumane Apo|&s;tacy? Forbid it <HI>Jove.</HI> They meerly dream and therefore fancy &s;uch infelicity, for dreams are the fancies of men a&s;leep, and fancies are the dreams of men awake. No, No, None can love too much, when none can love enough, for although its Rayes are di&s;played to &s;ome in a greater Meridian as <HI>Phoebus</HI> his beams by a peculiar influence inaureates the Rodian Kingdomes, yet in ca&s;e there is no fear of a beautifying condi|tion, for &s;ome in the very hot Sphere of their imbred de&s;ires can live untouched like the Cold <HI>Salamander</HI> in her hou&s;e of fire. And in other &s;ome love is the a&s;&s;i&s;tant form as tho&s;e Ethnick Phylo&s;ophers a&s;cribed an Intelligence to the Heavens, and &s;ince the old Pagans would attribute no obli|vion of life unto love, it mu&s;t have a Rationall body wherein the vitall &s;pirits might live <HI>Po&s;thumus,</HI> as a &s;hade circumludeth <HI>Apollo's</HI> lu&s;tres.</P>
<P>Yet perhaps in &s;pight of <HI>Cupid</HI> you &s;corn to love, well, &s;ay it were &s;o, that his in|fant Lad-&s;hip could not &s;trike &s;parkes from
<PB N="122" REF="79">that flinty Re&s;olution. The very Magne|tick brow of a &s;tately Lady would fire that &s;nowy chilne&s;&s;e to an amorous heat. Her winning affections would invite your Appetite, as an Orator's &s;welling metaphors to feed upon fancies, the &s;tarry Splendan|ces of a Radiant eye (where the little boy &s;its en&s;hrined, darting his flamy &s;hafts) would force your Captive Genious to im|braces. And yet how often in catching at her beauty (the fair &s;hade of her body) &s;hall you be deluded like birds who pecked at the tempting allurements of <HI>Zeuxis</HI> his Painted grapes, how oft &s;hall you freeze in hot embers of the torrid Zone. How oft melt in heat under the cold bla&s;ts of the frigid Orb, &s;o that as <HI>Agrippa</HI> bought the Roman Empire for Tyrant <HI>Nero</HI> with the Prize of her own life. <HI>Occidat modo imperet</HI>&mdash; You would de&s;ire to be laid on the funerall Pyre &s;uppo&s;e tho&s;e perfumed flames would wa&s;t your &s;econd re&s;urrection to her <HI>Elizium.</HI> 'Tis <HI>Cupids</HI> Revengements indeed, yet to be excu&s;ed, for he follows the judgment of his eyes, more then his mind,
<PB N="123" REF="79">and therefore falls into it by a blind igno|rance. For my Part, I would croud into the hot &s;parkes of a Lady's eye, in ambition to &s;corch my wings with the proud flye. For my part, I would verdure like the Purple Ro&s;es on her Crim&s;on cheeks, Say, <HI>May</HI> leavs were dulled by tho&s;e eye-lightning beams.</P>
<Q><L>Nil dulcius e&s;t amari, aut amare, praeter hoc ip|&s;um amare, aut amari.</L>
<L>Nothing's like love, but love, a beam, a beam,</L>
<L>Aequalls, Gallaxia Milkey-Cream.</L></Q>
<P>For tell me, have I not &s;een <HI>Xerxes</HI> and <HI>Polydorus</HI> crave their Statues in&s;tead of nobler objects, and fall into a complement. I mean a ki&s;&s;e. Like women of <HI>Gaules,</HI> whom brave <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> Curb'd with one word for playing wantonly with little doggs. Have I not &s;een <HI>Lesbia</HI> by a &s;olemn matrimony imbracing the Sparrow, and as often have, as &s;he wi&s;hed for a tran&s;|migration making good our Po&euml;ticall <HI>Me|tamorpho&s;is,</HI> which would have Rationalls
<PB N="204" REF="80">migrate into &s;tones, trees, fi&s;hes, birds. Neither is it &s;trange to me! that any man at <HI>Cupid's</HI> intreaties &s;hould become votary to a Womans &s;hrine. For Love is a God per&s;wa&s;ive enough in an oily lan|guage fir&s;t in&s;pired from the Romans mel|lifluous <HI>Suada,</HI> and therefore the old Phy|lo&s;ophizing Poets, who pre&s;erved the Epe|thite from <HI>Lethe's</HI> &s;punge did not colour, their expre&s;&s;ions with the lea&s;t fal&s;e Paint of flatteries. This hee hath of god head to reient into commi&s;erations at the rea|red Hecatombs of his adorers. This hee hath of god-head to be&s;tow his favours on each amorous dotard who intreats him for the &s;weet <HI>Tempe</HI> of a &s;ilver-brea&s;ted La|dy. This makes me believe, a Deity is infinite, and Love like a circle is without end. And this makes be believe, &s;ince his Secretaries as Pious Converts &s;acrifizeth their <HI>victims</HI> in &s;acred Rites of Reve|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">entiall venerations. And while mens brea&s;ts are the Altars, Love him&s;elfe turnes into fire: Where the offered heart &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ans heaven in Perfumed incen&s;e: So
<PB N="205" REF="80">indeed it is, when I hear Dirgicall Threnothreambicks foot it away for ha&s;te in a Lover's breath. It repre&s;ents fire Circumcepted in a cloud, each groan, thun|der a&s;p<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">reing into flames: as often as I &s;ee the boiling bubles of teares, then I think on <HI>Aetna's</HI> burning Incendaries, or the <HI>Ve&s;u|vian</HI> Coales &s;parkling in mid&s;t of &s;now, like Tapers made to burn in waters. As I &s;ee Love put on the &s;haggy flames of di&s;pair, then I confe&s;&s;e the Ruggy fates of a beard|ed Comet like the di&s;heveled haire of Heavens &s;tarrs aemulated in tho&s;e Rageing &s;umes.</P>
<P>Methinks I hear Love claime a Heriot|due in the Tenements of Heaven, while &s;oules de&s;uninated become derivative from the favorable &s;tarrs appearing at their fe&s;tivall Natalitiums, as often as the fiery natures of tho&s;e La&s;civious Pla|nets de&s;ires Injunction, as <HI>Mars</HI> with <HI>Venus,</HI> and <HI>Jupiter</HI> with <HI>Luna,</HI> Men by wanton effeminacy, are <HI>&V;xorius</HI> Requiring the gallant conjunction of <HI>Hymenealls.</HI> &s;o that, tho&s;e <HI>benign Meteors don't ominate</HI> the &s;uc|ce&s;&s;ive
<PB N="126" REF="81">fortunes, but e&s;pou&s;eth their faint hopes by Reall enjoyments. Yet to pa&s;&s;e by tho&s;e proud wantonings in a &s;phere above my <HI>humirepens</HI> Mu&s;e, and to Phy|lo&s;ophize in the lea&s;t <HI>Punctilios.</HI> It is not the heat of Heavens, but of a Lovers brea&s;t which congregates the <HI>Homogeneall</HI> won|ders, for man and wife are but in a cano|nick Phra&s;e an Hermophrodite, it is not the coele&s;tiall influences which drives a man into the &s;weet Ocean of plea&s;ures, but the heady &s;treams of Natures zeal, though by not under&s;tanding the carde by which he avoideth Shipwrack, &s;ometimes &s;ets &s;ail into the <HI>mare-mortuum</HI> of &s;orrows: And thus by a delight of deception, not only beauty but the &s;imilitudes of beauty he joy|fully adores. He &s;ucks the liquid hony di|&s;tilling it's &s;ugred &s;weets from a Ro&s;eall lip, though he be prickt with an obnoxius &s;ting, as <HI>Cupids</HI> plumed darts, feathered with gold, the more they plea&s;e, the more they torment for Ro&s;es grow on the &s;urley brier, and &s;weet meats are allayed with &s;owre &s;awce. So that old <HI>Maro</HI> was a Coujurer to confine his rea|ons,
<PB N="127" REF="81">to a circle where there was no <HI>Vacuum</HI> left to be filled with contradictions: The faire&s;t flower has a bad Redolency &amp; by <HI>Flo|ra's meads Jacet anguis in herba.</HI> Thus the &s;weet Mu&s;ick of <HI>Rhetoricating</HI> figures, doth by deo&s;culating our mouthes, taint them with the Red-tincture of flatteries, and then from the hony filth, of poy&s;onous Ro&s;es, &s;teal the white extraction of Lilly-ki&s;&s;es. When a Ladie's <HI>Dovemind purples</HI> her cheeks <HI>Argent.</HI> Or, there you may behold the rich-bowers of Dama&s;k-Pancies, or if her Crim&s;on cheeks were coloured with the Sanguine dye of a Velvet-blu&s;h, the pretty &s;hape of <HI>Cupid</HI> coms taillured forth from that Arti&s;t, though no otherwi&s;e then the Mellancholick body, feignes di&s;tinct <HI>Species</HI> of &s;hades &s;embling tho&s;e whom great Po&euml;ta&s;tors told of long &s;ince, to wander this fide Styx, which vani&s;h at the approach, and di&s;appear at the action of injoyments, but when the Crim&s;on Ca|nopy di&s;vailed her brighte&s;t beauties; be|holding the ravi&s;hing felicities of that Divi|ne form by amole&s;tious Quaery, it makes tran|&s;parent my cares, how I &s;hould be entertained
<PB N="128" REF="82">in tho&s;e &s;porting plea&s;ures, the &s;weet <HI>The&s;|&s;aly</HI> of a love-dyeing &s;oul, where her Regall brow is the great dining Hou&s;e of Ho&s;pital|lity, and tho&s;e plea&s;ant Rayes trajected from a Sunny eye, the Sugred dainties, Where if you li&s;ten to the &s;ilent Oratory of Smile|&s;poken expre&s;&s;ions; you may catch at the &s;ilken-wit, Oracles wrapped up in rich Elo|quence, where the brave force of manners being repre&s;ented in the Epitomy of her face, with your intelligent eyes, you may <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ead, the animate <HI>Sy&s;tem</HI> of <HI>Ethicks.</HI> Where When you &s;ee her Orient beauty bound in the Diamond-garment of a Pearl, in a won|der you may exclaime, O Netts! O <HI>Vulcan!</HI> be|hold <HI>Venus diprehended</HI> in <HI>Mars</HI> his &s;tony armes; And O Beauty! &s;ay I, not worthy the di&s;honour of this Empire. We congratulate <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ove,</HI> and his <HI>Rapacious</HI> Eaglet which did not envy this earthly <HI>Pulchritude, Plato</HI> might here ravi&s;h him&s;elf with this Phylo&s;ophy; and contemplate a purer <HI>Idaea</HI> with his eyes, then purblinde Meditations; thou might <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">t have &s;et thy young man, O <HI>Socrates</HI> in the tran&s;parent lu&s;tres of her Cheeks, as in
<PB N="129" REF="82">a gla&s;&s;e, to make gawdy his flattering beauties, and for thee <HI>O Eudoxus,</HI> it is lawful, <HI>Sol's</HI> Rayes being outvyed, at this great <HI>Luminary</HI> to &s;peculate (like <HI>Minippus</HI> in the Moon) the Natures of humanity. <HI>Orpheus</HI> his Lyre was but <HI>Predominant</HI> to wild bea&s;t, but here's a Voyce would curb Phylo&s;ophers of a Rati|onall being, <HI>Phoebus</HI> his &s;plendors has lo&s;t the prerogative, for here's a Ray, able to force obliquity in the be&s;t-&s;ighted Eaglet, Here's a face able to ravi&s;h a man, though of a <HI>Pla|tonick</HI> tenet, and we who cannot love this perfection, ju&s;t like little boyes become En|amoured on our own Pictures, for it is not the folly of one <HI>Narci&s;&s;us</HI> to fall in love with the body's &s;hadow, neither an&s;wer mee thus, 'tis a &s;hade, how can it love again, know it is a nece&s;&s;ity of nature, to light one <HI>Incendarie</HI> at another, one flame at another flame: And it is an Approved Magick beyond the aequipollent power of Charming <HI>Philters.</HI></P>
<Q><L>Si vis amari ama.</L>
<L>Fir&s;t ask, and then an An&s;wer taketh place, Salute, and then's a Re&s;aluting grace.</L></Q>
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<P>La&s;tly, as it is an Indigne thing to give a rea|&s;on of love; So that love is mo&s;t condigne which (as on &s;ome flowers grow no &s;eed) has the exi&s;tance of Eternity. It comes from no cau&s;e, and like the heaven's is moved with an invi&s;ible intelligence, for there is an occult Sympathy, where without <HI>Propin|quity</HI> the familiar &s;ouls &s;it hand in hand, as <HI>Planum</HI> doth adhere to <HI>Planum</HI> by a con|cinnious glutany, if we may believe our Ma|thematick demon&s;trations. And now though Love by an A&s;tronomicall deliniation is a circle without end. I by a Geographicall di|&s;cription wil make a full point.</P>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poems">
<DIV2 TYPE="elegy">
<PB N="131" REF="83">
<HEAD><HI>On the death of his Friend</HI> TAOMAS SHIPTON <HI>Drowned.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">AN ELEGY.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TO drown thee twice in Water, and in tears,</L>
<L>Is double &s;in, and th' Hi&s;triographers</L>
<L>Would write it Chronicle, that Readers may</L>
<L>At it their tributary wonders pay:</L>
<L>But peace dear a&s;hes, 'tis not our intent</L>
<L>To bury the ith' watry Element;</L>
<L>Of our &s;ad eyes, as by a tear Pearl'd,</L>
<L>Into a Marble monument congeal'd,</L>
<L>Then might our griefe, as deluged by woe:</L>
<L>With &s;orrows aquae-ducts &s;o over flow;</L>
<L>As now Entomb'd (in the &s;ame Sea perplext)</L>
<L>Dye mourning Comments, on a mourn'd-for text.</L>
<L>We don't condole thy fate, nor ro&s;es bring</L>
<L>The Velvet-Violets, of the Maiden-&s;pring:</L>
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<L>Nor the gay Lillies of a gaudy ver&s;e</L>
<L>In rich attirements, to adorne thy her&s;e;</L>
<L>Thy fragrant glories (without flowers of &s;ame,)</L>
<L>Is Spicery enough, t' embalme thy name:</L>
<L>And make't like Neptune's Amber-grace which may?</L>
<L>But touch the watery &s;urface of the Sea.</L>
<L>Wee'le not bemoan thy ob&s;equies, nor get</L>
<L>Tho&s;e reliques clos'd in a rich <HI>Mahomet,</HI></L>
<L>Who's grave is aire, more &s;ainted like doth lye</L>
<L>Betwixt two Magn<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">, earth, and Load&s;tone-skye.</L>
<L>It is a &s;oile to wear no robes but black,</L>
<L>And &s;howes that age did it's perfection lack;</L>
<L>Whenas thy fall <HI>Anteus</HI>-like, doth ri&s;e</L>
<L>With greater fame, then our &s;trait &s;oules can prize:</L>
<L>It is not beauty, tincture, and that dye,</L>
<L>On &s;ullen cheeks lymn'd with griefe's agony;</L>
<L>Nor is't the be&s;t Per&s;ume, to &s;mell the &s;ent</L>
<L>Of incen&s;e on his grave, mo&s;t Redolent:</L>
<L>For with tho&s;e Thracians, Revellings of mirth,</L>
<L>Were cryes Produced at each young mans birth</L>
<L>But high-&s;ung Aieres in corranting breath</L>
<L>Of harmony, was Caroll'd at their death.</L>
<L>We may admire that buriall not lament</L>
<L>Th' Antumne of his <HI>June,</HI> and <HI>Aprill</HI> &s;pent,</L>
<L>In too-too ripe a blo&s;&s;om, with delight,</L>
<L>Rich Ro&s;e-buds are decayed in a Night:</L>
<L>Spring-Lillies, in their nonage thus do fade,</L>
<L>Like Heliotrops, at <HI>Sol's</HI> declining &s;hade:</L>
<L>E're <HI>May December</HI> meet, and &s;o do vary</L>
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<L>Th' Year to a continnued <HI>January.</HI></L>
<L>Now happy Soul, who from the floods appear,</L>
<L>T' have gain'd the purcha&s;e of a better &s;phere;</L>
<L>And &s;its en&s;hri<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ed in tho&s;e &s;ublime skies,</L>
<L>Among&s;t the h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">aven-bred-holy Hierarchies</L>
<L>Of Angels, who in rap&s;odies of love</L>
<L>Chants Hallelujahs to the Gods above:</L>
<L>Though we with the proud and ambitious flie</L>
<L>Ki&s;&s;e the world's flames and &s;o as Martyrs die.</L>
<L>The body, as the Prophet's mantle fell</L>
<L>In rageing Rivers, which with billows &s;well;</L>
<L>By all tran&s;cendancy I dare avouch,</L>
<L>Thou &s;can'd Heaven, in <HI>Elia's</HI> fiery Couch.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="elegy">
<HEAD><HI>On the death of the mo&s;t Heroick Lord</HI> SHEFFIELD, AN ELEGY.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ANd why a tear in tune from Po&euml;ts Eyes?</L>
<L>Words holocau&s;ted up in Elegies,</L>
<L>Like to his Corps Embalm'd in perfum'd &s;pice,</L>
<L>Were to &s;trew flowers upon Paradi&s;e.</L>
<L>A Comment plea&s;eth, to darke things annext,</L>
<L>But my&s;teries Reveales this unknown text;</L>
<PB N="134" REF="85">
<L>Inteares we th' Red-&s;ea pa&s;&s;e, but wit's Twilight,</L>
<L>Comes &s;hort of <HI>Canaan,</HI> in it's Pi&s;gah-&s;ight;</L>
<L>Nor can the Cloud which us poor <HI>I&s;ralites</HI> guides,</L>
<L>(Part per-pale Rainbow) clear'd be on both-&s;ides</L>
<L>Eye-beamed &s;treames di&s;&s;ects yet we do try.</L>
<L><HI>Ope-Superficies</HI> as Anatomy.</L>
<L>For tho&s;e who Angels would imbrace, thus they're</L>
<L>Gull'd with faire &s;eemings, of Conden&s;ed aire;</L>
<L>Nor is his nature le&s;&s;e, Man-&s;prung-divine</L>
<L>Saints would do homage, to's immortall &s;hrine;</L>
<L>Per&s;ians adore his eye, Indy his Cherubs face,</L>
<L>Emparadiz'd with white Seraphick grace;</L>
<L>O, for Old <HI>Plato,</HI> that his eyes might &s;ee</L>
<L>The Non-created, wi&s;h made Entitie;</L>
<L>Hee'd &s;well in Cups of Nectar, for to &s;eek</L>
<L>Virtue Incarnate, on that Heavenly cheek:</L>
<L>O, for <HI>Pythagoras</HI> Ravi&s;hed Soul to &s;wear,</L>
<L>He's metemp&s;ochos'd to a &s;tarry &s;phere,</L>
<L>Since he de&s;erves the skie lamenting Rome,</L>
<L>We'le grant th' Horizon but his proper Tombe:</L>
<L>Though we can't &s;ay therelyes great <HI>Sheffield's</HI> &s;oul</L>
<L>En&s;hrin'd ith' Pyramid of that high Pole;</L>
<L>Cau&s;e con&s;tellations from their orders be,</L>
<L>Roul'd by the Havens large Co&s;mographie</L>
<L><HI>Nimrod.</HI> Orion &s;wallows Comets are</L>
<L>Oft &s;hrunk, <HI>O&s;yris</HI> lo&s;t in the Dog-&s;tar:</L>
<L>'Twill plea&s;e to &s;ay, his deified fate</L>
<L>In <HI>Mars,</HI> in <HI>Jove,</HI> or <HI>Phoebus</HI> did tran&s;late.</L>
<L>Could <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> dye, &s;aid &s;ome, (or tell me can</L>
<PB N="135" REF="85">
<L>Any &s;urvive) the voice fits God, not man:</L>
<L>If they do live as Saints, as men they talke,</L>
<L>Who e're did yet in <HI>Sempiternum</HI> walk:</L>
<L>The platoni&s;ts are &s;urs to die, who were</L>
<L>Un&s;ure to have their great Platonick-year;</L>
<L>Great: <HI>Aristotle</HI> &s;pake, as if he went</L>
<L>A &s;orage 'bove the highe&s;t Element;</L>
<L>Methinks that <HI>Etelechia</HI> &s;tampt<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">unknown,</L>
<L>His body was a little too-high flown;</L>
<L>The Roman-urns outla&s;ts the men unborn,</L>
<L>As Pagans-evening were th' Antipod's morn.</L>
<L>Death's but a &s;leep, and bodies when they dye,</L>
<L>Dive&s;ts the &s;lip Cloathes of mortallity:</L>
<L>For t'h Soul's <HI>Eoan</HI> lu&s;tre's rarely kept,</L>
<L>When'ts from darke Lanthorn of the body crept;</L>
<L>And old <HI>Methu&s;alem</HI> might much &s;urpa&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Times regi&s;ters in monumentall-bra&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>He's now Entomb'd and therefore let him lye,</L>
<L>Th' Immortall reliques of a Deity.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="136" REF="86">
<HEAD><HI>On his honored Friend</HI> M^r^. ROBERT WILSON, <HI>a Famed Mu&s;itian.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GReat <HI>Phoebus</HI> &s;pent large rivalls every day,</L>
<L>T' in&s;pire the mu&s;es with a well-&s;ung Lay;</L>
<L>As if the way to banqu'rupt their controle,</L>
<L>Were to amaze, then ravi&s;h the blind Soul.</L>
<L>Thus our Coy-maiden, thoughts had in &s;u&s;pence</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;ublime Raptures of's inteligence;</L>
<L>Till he committed Rape by &s;weet de&s;ire</L>
<L>Affected with that am'rous-courtier Lyre:</L>
<L>And like (cha&s;te <HI>Daphne</HI>) to his high renown,</L>
<L>Our ve&s;tall minds becomes his flowry Crown;</L>
<L>T'was <HI>Phoebus</HI> large prerogative to men,</L>
<L>The fam'd Mu&s;itian he's <HI>Apollo</HI> then.</L>
<L>What rare <HI>Eulog<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters">ms</HI> did the Po&euml;ts paint</L>
<L>(Who&s;e words now &s;hallow are, and <HI>Colours</HI> faint)</L>
<L>On <HI>Orpheus</HI> modulations <HI>Philters</HI> prov'd,</L>
<L>To make rude Satyrs, like fair Nymphs belov'd,</L>
<L>With his harmonious &s;traines, as almo&s;t dye,</L>
<L>T' injoy the feature of this rarity.</L>
<L>Feature &s;aid I! <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">es. They &s;aw him &s;it</L>
<PB N="137" REF="86">
<L>Like the in&s;pired Oracle of wit:</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;en&s;itive adorers thought indeed,</L>
<L>Some beautious Sybill hid ith' oaten reed.</L>
<L>But tho&s;e were highflown fond <HI>Hyperbolies,</HI></L>
<L>And Pearled prai&s;e, of Diamond flatteries;</L>
<L>For all tho&s;e attributes could never rai&s;e</L>
<L>His glories to a Panygerick phra&s;e;</L>
<L>What we do wonder call, is but his due,</L>
<L>And types tran&s;parent, to a better view:</L>
<L>Orph'us is but his Eccho, we may give</L>
<L>A note 'bove <HI>Ela's</HI> breath &s;uperlative:</L>
<L>To &s;tile him <HI>Anti-Orph'us</HI> which word were</L>
<L>Too narrow to extend that charracter,</L>
<L>Had we a riper Judgment to di&s;cry,</L>
<L>The cripled &s;tate of lame <HI>Tautology.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Melodius, Daulia,</HI> Hi&s;tories do feigne,</L>
<L>Proud <HI>Ter'us</HI> did to <HI>Terquine's</HI> &s;port con&s;train,</L>
<L>It's fiction &s;o, but that his winning Lay</L>
<L>Sould ravi&s;h her, ith' verdent fields of <HI>May:</HI></L>
<L>Doth verifie the &s;tory &s;ince't holds good,</L>
<L>She breathes the high-wept harmony in flood:</L>
<L>As if condol'd, the rape rejoyc't the gain</L>
<L>Of honyed Ditties, in a &s;ugred &s;train:</L>
<L>For as by <HI>Metenp&s;ucho&s;is</HI> his fate</L>
<L>Did in this nice Platonick tran&s;migrate:</L>
<L>She &s;eems to tune her plea&s;ant notes, and &s;ings,</L>
<L>As he, brave Mu&s;ick to th' harmnnious &s;trings;</L>
<L>She aemulates tho&s;e tones, but being outv<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">'d,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Sapho's</HI> birds, doth quote him deifi'd.</L>
<PB N="138" REF="87">
<L>Aske not what <HI>Syrens</HI> are! Here's harmony,</L>
<L>(Riddles <HI>Oedipean</HI> there opened lye)</L>
<L>And you will &s;ay, the&s;e Soug&s;ters all agree</L>
<L>In th' high-breath'd notes, of his <HI>Suaviloquie;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sober Vly&s;&s;es</HI> Envious at his Charmes,</L>
<L><HI>Mercuri<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">an</HI> would impale, in his joy'd armes;</L>
<L>Tho&s;e dulcid concords, arrogant to be</L>
<L>A part'ner in th' inchanting Symphonie.</L>
<L>Aske not what Angels are, or any choyce</L>
<L>Of Superlun'ry, Saints li&s;t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">n to his voyce;</L>
<L>And you'le conclude, that <HI>dulciloquious</HI> lay,</L>
<L>Chants forth their holy <HI>Haleluiah.</HI></L>
<L>Ask not how Cherubs their &s;weet aites di&s;tills</L>
<L>From th' unheard Oracle of &s;ilent Quills:</L>
<L>Or &s;pheres &s;peaks Mu&s;ick in the tong-ty'd mind,</L>
<L>But <HI>Wil&s;on</HI> quote, and then the word's defin'd.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>S^<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">^. <HI>Andrew.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HAile Ro&s;y-morne, from forth thy Lilly-bed,</L>
<L>Like milk-way Cream with rud &s;trawberried</L>
<L>Haile to tho&s;e beautious features pea<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters">'d ith' skye</L>
<L>Like <HI>N<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ptun's</HI> brave Sea-daughtered Deity.</L>
<L>Is this &s;weet <HI>Plato's,</HI> great admir'd return?</L>
<PB N="139" REF="87">
<L>Cha&s;te <HI>Phoenix</HI> ri&s;ing from that <HI>Roman &V;rne,</HI></L>
<L>After Embalmed, on that funerall Pyre,</L>
<L>Comes recreated to <HI>Prometh'an fire.</HI></L>
<L>And here's a Revolution, Old age &s;pent,</L>
<L>Tends to a youth-renewing Eliment.</L>
<L>While Pagan Gods, but fond interment gets,</L>
<L>Dayes are the tombes out la&s;ting <HI>Mahomets.</HI></L>
<L>But &s;tay, a Comet in the skyes alone,</L>
<L>Is it this <HI>Genious</HI> re&s;urrection:</L>
<L>Who&s;e Torch-<HI>Apolloes</HI> fiery beams di&s;playes,</L>
<L>Di&s;heveled in the flamy-bearded Rayes,</L>
<L>Or i'&s;t the &s;tarr by Scripture-Miracles,</L>
<L>Which of &s;ome hidden mi&s;tick Manna tells:</L>
<L>Diviners let us know, it &s;oon wee'l be</L>
<L><HI>Magi</HI> t'ob&s;erve this rare divinity,</L>
<L>Or Engli&s;h <HI>Per&s;ians</HI> turn'd by holy &s;tate</L>
<L>Adore this Heaven having candidate.</L>
<L>Speak Planitaries, you who Nectar quaffe.</L>
<L>With Jove cannot a Methematick-&s;taffe</L>
<L>Reach the &s;ublime&s;t Hierarchies, i'&s;t him,</L>
<L>Cherub, Angel<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">, Saint, or Seraphim,</L>
<L>Who mounts the Ea&s;tern Cour&s;iers to out &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">an</L>
<L><HI>Sol</HI> in his Climinant Maridian</L>
<L>For were the Grecian Augurs Pliant here,</L>
<L>T'anatomize the &s;urface of this Sphere.</L>
<L>They'd &s;ay in yonder bright-di&s;vailed Pole.</L>
<L>In&s;hrined lyes, an Immateriall &s;oul.</L>
<L>This holy Morn (indeed lookt red) e&s;py'd</L>
<L>A Blu&s;h of him appear'd as deifi'd;</L>
<PB N="140" REF="88">
<L>Beame sdarting mildly in the &s;miling brea&s;ts;</L>
<L>S. <HI>Andrew</HI> &s;ure in <HI>Sagitarius</HI> re&s;ts.</L>
<L>We might believe, but <HI>Virgo</HI> farr-off &s;hines,</L>
<L>I mean weet <HI>Mary</HI> in our Go&s;pel-lines;</L>
<L>'Twas not in vaine<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">t, his dawn of day to greet</L>
<L>Th' un&s;een Saints our heard-di&s;cour&s;e did meet:</L>
<L>For &s;pirits though invi&s;ible they be,</L>
<L>Yet alwayes moves in an <HI>Vbiquity,</HI></L>
<L>Suppo&s;e S. <HI>Andrew's</HI> &s;oul, a Ro&s;e wee &s;eek</L>
<L>It in the Orient morning's blu&s;hing cheek:</L>
<L>For there's a Paradi&s;iall Type, ju&s;t now to come,</L>
<L>Of flower-<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">mbroidred <HI>Fair-Elizium:</HI></L>
<L>Say it's Tulip, Lilly, or the Damask flower,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e party-colours, of <HI>Aurora's</HI> bower:</L>
<L>blazons the Herauldry, here Or indites</L>
<L>There's the &s;ame Copy in it's Argent whites.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="141" REF="88">
<HEAD><HI>On a Lay Clergy-man, who in &s;tead of his Sermon-notes, pul|led forth a Paper thus written.</HI> Item <HI>for Hens and Cocks,</HI> Item <HI>for Bacon and Beef.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ANd what a Prie&s;t? An Elder, Yet prophane,</L>
<L>O &s;weet mi&s;take, the Prodigall mu&s;t gain;</L>
<L>The fatted-Calf, and that in Go&s;pel-&s;ence</L>
<L>Speakes Morrally, a good benevolence:</L>
<L>And grant this was your mind, yet the intent</L>
<L>Slipt, and brought Chri&s;tmas in the mid&s;t of Lent.</L>
<L>For then the Heaven's &s;ignes did <HI>Pi&s;ces</HI> note,</L>
<L>Not <HI>Aries</HI> head, or <HI>Taurus</HI> neck and throat,</L>
<L>Was the Church marted by our Ruling &s;tates?</L>
<L>Strange Reformations beares unwonted dates!</L>
<L>Cathedrall Epicurians in each place,</L>
<L>The P&s;alme-Book &s;hould be turned to a Grace.</L>
<L>I never Read but of a <HI>Turki&s;h</HI> Crew,</L>
<PB N="142" REF="89">
<L>That di&s;ht Scripture-meats of porke: a Jew</L>
<L>Would bridle here is mouth, becau&s;e that their</L>
<L>Great Synagogue, though but an open fair,</L>
<L>Has nere a Boar in u&s;e, 'tis not divine,</L>
<L>Say they, for Satan entered into Swine.</L>
<L>Did M. <HI>Lilly</HI> teach you this <HI>Decorum,</HI></L>
<L>Old Sermons bak't in <HI>Horde<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"> farra forum;</HI></L>
<L>Will wrap <HI>Que-genus</HI> up in Pudding-pye,</L>
<L>Such Antichri&s;ts, by <HI>Lyden's</HI> Prophecy;</L>
<L>On Chri&s;tmas day will preach, beloveds dine,</L>
<L>My fle&s;h is bread <HI>(Ambro&s;ia)</HI> my blood <HI>(Nectar)</HI> wine:</L>
<L>Will &s;mile, <HI>Pheoebus</HI> pa&s;&s;ing <HI>Phoebes</HI> horne,</L>
<L>From fea&s;t of <HI>Cancer,</HI> into <HI>Capricorne,</HI></L>
<L>Will touch no &s;igne but <HI>Taurus</HI> Claret red,</L>
<L>Drink, which <HI>Aquarius</HI> draws from Ganymed:</L>
<L>As Country-farmers, at the &s;tellid-train,</L>
<L>No commet would e&s;py but <HI>Charles-his-Wain,</HI></L>
<L>Sure &s;uch <HI>Gramatick Ars,</HI> no rules affords,</L>
<L>In right con&s;truction of the double words;</L>
<L>They're Hereticks (let's the correction pau&s;e)</L>
<L>Who errs in &s;earch of th' fundamentall cau&s;e.</L>
<L>The Caba i&s;ticall divines had got,</L>
<L>Gain&s;t hungers poy&s;on, a &s;trong antidote;</L>
<L>For a Hor&s;e-&s;tomack, is a bea&s;t un&s;een,</L>
<L>(T'would eat <HI>Parna&s;&s;us,</HI> and drink <HI>Hippocren</HI>)</L>
<L>That in their Temple &s;tood, a Crane, a &s;tork:</L>
<L>Here Limbs of <HI>Capra,</HI> there <HI>We&s;tphalia-pork:</HI></L>
<L>And the pure Innocence has her command,</L>
<L>(All Doves, no Serpents fo&s;ters in our Land;)</L>
<PB N="143" REF="89">
<L>Yet you'le be &s;uper&s;titious, you'le be &s;inner,</L>
<L>And Jew too, for a <HI>Circumci&s;ion</HI> dinner;</L>
<L>Expound the fragments of five loaves, though thence</L>
<L>You bring no baskets full of <HI>Inference.</HI></L>
<L>Hence is it &s;o! Then give me leave to try,</L>
<L>One point of Scripture, and I will apply;</L>
<L>Your head the <HI>Zodiack</HI> is, your mouth the Center,</L>
<L>Where <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">aurus, Capra, Pi&s;ces,</HI> all do enter;</L>
<L>O poor <HI>Phyli&s;tims,</HI> I much doubt they pa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Sad Execution, Jaw-bone of an A&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>'Caus fle&s;h is gra&s;&s;e, do y'eat that <HI>Hixy-dox</HI></L>
<L>You learn't by fothering of th'<HI>Egyptian</HI> Ox:</L>
<L>And well may't be, for he who &s;tood a-mute,</L>
<L>At <HI>Romulus,</HI> admire may you as <HI>Bruite;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Rome's</HI> Church, and our's in all Extreames agree,</L>
<L>The Kirk of <HI>Scots,</HI> in this has &s;impathie;</L>
<L>We the&s;e, and they compell'd to a &s;trict la&s;t,</L>
<L>Some's bu&s;ine&s;&s;e is to ear, and &s;ome's to fa&s;t.</L>
<L>But Sir, what Crums of Comfort do you Preach?</L>
<L>That <HI>Grand-impo&s;tor-Mahomet</HI> did teach;</L>
<L>(Alwaies people fea&s;t) you will be made,</L>
<L>By Goo&s;e, and Capon Brother of the blade,</L>
<L>You take the tole of meats, do what you can:</L>
<L>The <HI>Phari&s;ee,</HI> becomes a <HI>Publican:</HI></L>
<L>For all this time, your Tex<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"> di&s;played wee,</L>
<L>Call it true Mince-meat of Divinity.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="144" REF="90">
<HEAD>Gun-Powder-trea&s;on.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DArke Lanthorn Lights of fate, what prodigy</L>
<L>Vizard's the morning <HI>Sol,</HI> in &s;able dye,</L>
<L>Of an Ecliptict &s;hade? 'tis <HI>Faux,</HI> in vaine,</L>
<L>Sad-canopying our <HI>Meridian.</HI></L>
<L>Dusk twilight, glimmers in the darke&s;t cells,</L>
<L>As Diamonds in their rugid Confines dwells:</L>
<L>And yet as &s;haggy Commets, fiery, flaming are,</L>
<L>Progno&s;ticks in their mad-di&s;hevelled hair;</L>
<L>So tho&s;e incircled Rayes of taper's were,</L>
<L>But falling &s;tars, in our low <HI>Hemi&s;phere.</HI></L>
<L>We &s;ee time's, Mon&s;ters play the Hypocrite,</L>
<L>D<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;&s;embled in the heat of glow-worms light;</L>
<L>We &s;ee <HI>Dame-Natures</HI> face from a thick cloud,</L>
<L>With a bright blu&s;h of pretty &s;miles, grow proud:</L>
<L>As <HI>Phoebus</HI> peeps his Rayes, from milk-way cream</L>
<L>And then di&s;play'd is to a Noon-day beam;</L>
<L>As Orient Rubies in a &s;park's di&s;guize,</L>
<L>It's lu&s;trious Candors doth Epitomize:</L>
<L>And pre&s;ently di&s;hadowed from that night,</L>
<L>Enjewels glories, like the <HI>Margarite:</HI></L>
<L>Thus the pale Candl's coloured a red torch,</L>
<L>We ki&s;&s;e the Foun<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">, who but ador'd the porch;</L>
<L>Thus <HI>Tant'lus,</HI> told <HI>Joves</HI> high decree's conceal'd</L>
<PB N="145" REF="90">
<L>A Plot is but a mi&s;tery reveal'd:</L>
<L>A Text glo&s;s't with dark Comments, a coin'd word</L>
<L>Of phra&s;e, true <HI>Anti-type</HI> of <HI>Jonah's</HI> gourd:</L>
<L>Now Radiant in a high &s;prung Sunny flame,</L>
<L>Now glimmery Ganopy'd, with le&s;&s;er fame;</L>
<L>The Roman ru&s;ty blades; with golden hilts,</L>
<L>Like Chri&s;tians walking in the Pagans &s;tilts:</L>
<L>Mount <HI>Hyblas Epicure,</HI> which culls the flowers,</L>
<L>Virgin-like bloomy, on <HI>May's</HI> maiden bowers;</L>
<L>After he &s;uckt tho&s;e hony-creamed brea&s;ts,</L>
<L>Leaves them fit entertainmen<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"> for more gue&s;ts;</L>
<L>Their gawdy weft of rich attirement &s;eams,</L>
<L>To glare in gildure of as noble beams,</L>
<L>And if the nice &s;imilitude hold true,</L>
<L>We flowers our cha&s;ter <HI>Phoenix-age</HI> renew;</L>
<L>Compiled in large Hecatombs t'expire,</L>
<L>In &s;weetned perfumes without rageing fire.</L>
<L>T'was but vain Policy to vaile the bright,</L>
<L>Unblemi&s;ht beauty of our Lady light;</L>
<L><HI>Sol</HI> in a &s;hadowy <HI>Ma&s;que,</HI> his beams di&s;playes</L>
<L>The Popi&s;h Candle ne're out-went tho&s;e Rayes:</L>
<L>That were a tapers flanting flames to give.</L>
<L>A <HI>Commendamus</HI> mo&s;t <HI>Superlative:</HI></L>
<L>That were to &s;ay the &s;tar's dimlights amaze,</L>
<L>More then &s;ierce <HI>Meteors</HI> in a furious blaze:</L>
<L>That were to &s;peak the New-&s;prung dawn of day,</L>
<L>Like vapouring Morn in vanting colours gay;</L>
<L>And then it were large <HI>Egypts</HI> coa&s;ts to &s;well,</L>
<L>With the va&s;t trea&s;ures of brave <HI>I&s;rael.</HI></L>
<PB N="146" REF="91">
<L>But thanks to <HI>Jove?</HI> hatred's Reform'd to love</L>
<L>The <HI>Roman</HI> Eagle's &s;hrunk into a Dove:</L>
<L>Th' uncircumci&s;'d <HI>Phyli&s;tins</HI> head is made,</L>
<L>A Trophy carry'd on his brandi&s;h'd blade:</L>
<L><HI>Nero</HI> &s;ung <HI>Rome</HI> in <HI>dieant,</HI> while's his hate,</L>
<L>Lam'd the <HI>Pantheon,</HI> to a Cripled &s;tate;</L>
<L>But we by miracles lay'd on the Pyte,</L>
<L>Sing <HI>Romans</HI> Martyerd on the tyrant fire.</L>
<L>Yet &s;ay tho&s;e Rebel-Catholicks intent,</L>
<L>Had brought the World to an a&s;toni&s;hment</L>
<L>Without the Red-&s;ea torment, no one man,</L>
<L>On Carpet-wayes, did pa&s;&s;e to <HI>Canaan;</HI></L>
<L>He but condol'd his Pimples the next morn,</L>
<L>Whome beds of <HI>Ro&s;es</HI> did all night adorne:</L>
<L>Had we bin burnt, 'tis nothing to admire,</L>
<L><HI>Eliah</HI> &s;can'd Heaven thus in flames of fire.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Chri&s;tmas day.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ANd do we Po&euml;ts need to blaze the fire,</L>
<L>(Strung from fam'd <HI>Liricks</HI> of great <HI>Phoebus</HI> lyre)</L>
<L>Thus elimentall in our bre&s;ts that &s;phear,</L>
<L>Where <HI>god-Apollo</HI> laughs but once ith' year:</L>
<L>No, no &s;uch madne&s;&s;e <HI>Micro Co&s;m-man,</HI></L>
<L>May turn into a red-&s;ea <HI>Canaan:</HI></L>
<L>When as this day's ra&s;h <HI>Phaeton</HI> will bring,</L>
<PB N="147" REF="91">
<L>And he as <HI>Nero,</HI> on <HI>Rome's</HI> burning &s;ing,</L>
<L>The World to di&s;&s;olution Heaven's bright</L>
<L>With earth's dark vanit into combu&s;tion one,</L>
<L>Here to bemoan this <HI>Tragique</HI> Scene thought the&s;e</L>
<L>Make legs, and <HI>Ex'unt</HI> without <HI>Plaudites:</HI></L>
<L>While wi&s;er <HI>Solomon</HI> at th' fabrick's &s;tations,</L>
<L>Would chang his <HI>Canticles</HI> in's Lamentations:</L>
<L>For &s;parkling &s;ack (Red fire) look mad to burne</L>
<L>Men <HI>Romanized</HI> on our <HI>Englands Urne:</HI></L>
<L>I mean the Pitcher interlin'd with be&s;t;</L>
<L><HI>Ruby-Reni&s;h</HI> broacht from hogs-head we&s;t;</L>
<L>Or do we Painters need, for to di&s;play,</L>
<L>In <HI>Hieroglyphicks</HI> this my&s;terious day;</L>
<L>As Ancients repre&s;ent Church &s;ecret features,</L>
<L>By Giants <HI>Sphinxes,</HI> and &s;uch antick Creatures;</L>
<L>Some Mon&s;ters <HI>Epicene</HI> and <HI>Ma&s;caline's</HI> grace,</L>
<L>With <HI>Taurus neck,</HI> but <HI>Aries head</HI> and <HI>face:</HI></L>
<L>Name but one &s;ingle word, in two &s;ence tryes,</L>
<L>Chri&s;tmas, Bacon-Beef, as Pudding-pies;</L>
<L>Or &s;ay we'ave <HI>Metaphors</HI> from nature's &s;tocks,</L>
<L>A Capon this day noats, and &s;hrovetide Cocks.</L>
<L>Twas mad conceits? When our forefathers had</L>
<L>Naught el&s;e but crums and voiders, richly clad;</L>
<L>With painted daintes, &s;o that daies at la&s;t</L>
<L>Were kalendred, with <HI>Rubricks</HI> for a fa&s;t.</L>
<L>Alas? we Sons of our great <HI>Adam's</HI> age,</L>
<L>Could banquet in a di&s;h his he<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">tage;</L>
<L>Of Pul&s;e and water, &s;uch weak faire as that,</L>
<L>Would nere like <HI>Daniel,</HI> make our <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> fat:</L>
<PB N="148" REF="92">
<L>Our appetites on divine Saint-dayes &s;eeks</L>
<L>T' adore <HI>Egyptian-as</HI> &s;weet onions, Leeks;</L>
<L>Of loavs the Scripture &s;peaks, &amp; we would twi&s;t</L>
<L>Fi&s;hes to them, as Quakers Lyden's gri&s;t.</L>
<L>Is good-meat Anti-Chri&s;t? No! No &s;uch thing,</L>
<L>Dove's heads do never bear the Serpents &s;ting;</L>
<L>Hear but it Preach a text, fle&s;h bread, blood wine, cheer,</L>
<L>Is a <HI>Theanthropos</HI> man-&s;prung divine.</L>
<L>Then welcome Chri&s;tmas with thy wonted</L>
<L>I'd bring a ranting Carroll in March-beer;</L>
<L>And Sacrifice't to thy <HI>December-name,</HI></L>
<L>By gla&s;&s;es &s;parkling with the Red-&s;hrine flame.</L>
<L>Only I fear Sack-Hecatombs appea&s;e</L>
<L>Not once tho&s;e Manna-eating Deities:</L>
<L>I Paper want too, for offence 'its meet,</L>
<L>One pennance &s;hould, in compa&s;&s;e of a &s;heet.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>S^t <HI>John.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BLaze forth great &s;tar, Nor are we &s;ad to &s;ee,</L>
<L>That fam'd <HI>Platonick Remini&s;cencie:</HI></L>
<L>Brought to a truth, thus <HI>Sol</HI> retires to fea&s;t,</L>
<L>From th' we&s;t'ran Climates, in his &s;pi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ie Ea&s;t.</L>
<L>When the new-morn brave Herauld in a ray,</L>
<L>Is th' Pevolution of an ancient day:</L>
<PB N="149" REF="92">
<L>For gaudy lu&s;tres mantled, Ruby-bright,</L>
<L>Were ne're Eclip&s;ed by the pale-&s;hrin'd night;</L>
<L>In Occidentall fates, but would appear</L>
<L>Superlative-endow'd, ith'high-pol'd &s;phere.</L>
<L>When <HI>Mo&s;e&s;&s;es</HI> do dye, for th' bodies-&s;tations,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Divells &s;ummons up hot di&s;putations;</L>
<L>With the Arch-Angels cau&s;e the &s;pirits then,</L>
<L>Scorns to degenerate in Lap&s;ed men.</L>
<L>And let the body fade 'tis a divine,</L>
<L>Endowment, mu&s;t Immortall parts en&s;hrine:</L>
<L><HI>Eltah</HI> lo&s;t his mantle, Camel's hair,</L>
<L>Ith' skye not like tho&s;e &s;haggy Commets are;</L>
<L>A Leather-girdle, <HI>Capra</HI>-like, Can't be,</L>
<L>As <HI>Taurus</HI> &s;ignes of man's eternity;</L>
<L>Souls throw their &s;lip-cloaths off to holy &s;tate,</L>
<L>Earth's Winding-&s;heets are mo&s;t impropriate;</L>
<L>For in the &s;acred volumes I learn this,</L>
<L>That Heavenly Angels do go nak'd in bli&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>Or grant his body walks, It's like the dead,</L>
<L>(On one S. day) fair &s;hadows without head.</L>
<L>But can it be! Was the great Lord of light</L>
<L>Di&s;vail'd, from Morning, to a Noon-day bright;</L>
<L>Ere this &s;mall beam had one &s;weet &s;miling &s;pent,</L>
<L>In orient blazes from the Element,;</L>
<L>I &s;hould have thought this day-&s;tar, <HI>John,</HI> did ride,</L>
<L>Rare <HI>Harbinger</HI> of that great Sun-&s;hine's pride:</L>
<L>Enamelling all the Orbs before the ray,</L>
<L>Did in a full Meredian-Zenith &s;way.</L>
<L><HI>John</HI> Prophecyed fir&s;t, Divinely born,</L>
<PB N="150" REF="93">
<L>As pearly S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ars, foretell the Ruby morn;</L>
<L>He chants plain-&s;ong, by a well Luted noat,</L>
<L>Breath'd <HI>Hallelujahs,</HI> of a Cherub's throat:</L>
<L>And then Chri&s;ts Chorus (rare <HI>Harmonia</HI>)</L>
<L>Run &s;weet divi&s;ions on the &s;ugred Lay.</L>
<L>Fond <HI>Pagants</HI> now t'out la&s;t death's fatal doom,</L>
<L>In vain erect <HI>Piramydalls,</HI> of Rome;</L>
<L>The large <HI>Pantheon,</HI> dayes are th' only bli&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Genij</HI> live in <HI>Apotheo&s;is.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="letter">
<HEAD>A Letter.</HEAD>
<P>SIr, Seing my mode&s;ty has been dumb, Nece&s;|&s;ity mu&s;t &s;peak, and every word turn <HI>Orator,</HI> nor need they wi&s;h (as the fooli&s;h <HI>Roman</HI> in <HI>Cae&s;ar's Ampitheater</HI>) to have your Eares the Auditors tyed to their lips, &s;ince <HI>Oratory</HI> is more per&s;wa|&s;ive then, when <HI>Pytho</HI> in&s;pired the <HI>Grecian Comaedi|ans,</HI> on the pretty &s;tages, with <HI>Flexanimous Elo|quence;</HI> yet, I will grant my <HI>Demosthenian Learn|ing</HI> but li&s;ping wit: That my intreaties may be the more nece&s;&s;ary Evacuated, of &s;uper&s;luous Comple|ments; Pray, therefore &s;end me Doctor <HI>Brown's &V;rn-Buriall,</HI> as a courte&s;y I have promi&s;ed, and by your Courte&s;y you &s;hall ever engage me,</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Warly: your &s;ervant.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="answer to letter">
<PB N="151" REF="93">
<HEAD>The An&s;wer.</HEAD>
<P>SIR! Had not your &s;ilent noats &s;poke, the words had look'd for a <HI>Pyramid,</HI> my brea&s;t to re&s;ound their Eccho as <HI>Virgill's Hylas</HI> was by all the Neighbouring Shoars, but they &s;urvive as the <HI>Romans genij</HI> when their bodies are entombed in a di&s;pute of <HI>Contra-Re&s;urrection.</HI> Strange! that when the words &s;alute the death bed of a grave, the &s;ence &s;hould walk, and Pennance in a &s;heet of paper to expect their <HI>&V;rn-buriall.</HI> Fir&s;t, Let the &s;en&s;e be dead, as is the Letters, and I will &s;ing my <HI>Conclamatum e&s;t</HI> to them, as you mu&s;t <HI>Vale! Vale!</HI> To his Urn.</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>WILLIAM SHIPTON.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="letter">
<PB N="152" REF="94">
<P>SIR, No wonder if my Noats be &s;ilent, con|ferred with the boi&s;terous inundations of your <HI>Stentorian</HI> words, and are not as <HI>Nilus</HI> proud &s;treams kept in the banks of order, your brea&s;t you called a Pyramid (and the <HI>Aegyptians</HI> lay up their Corn in Pyramids) in my opinion you might better have called your belly the Py|ramid, which is the Receptacle of Corn minced in|to bread.</P>
<Q><L>Your belly might the Ecchoes too rebound,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e emptine&s;&s;e affords the greate&s;t &s;ound.</L></Q>
<P>I thought your words had been a&s;leep, And &s;o I will &s;peak few charmes, lea&s;t they prove <HI>Contra-di&s;putants</HI> of their Re&s;urrection by con|fining them to a perpetuall Night. Me-thinks the adulterous lines were more fit to do pennance in a &s;heet of paper, and with my connivance been buried in the <HI>&V;rn</HI> of <HI>oblivion.</HI> And &s;eeing I am weary of your clamorous words I mu&s;t cry <HI>Conclamatum e&s;t,</HI> or bury them with an <HI>&V;ltimum Vale</HI> in the fiery Urn of a Chimney.</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>J. W.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="answer to letter">
<PB N="153" REF="94">
<HEAD>The An&s;wer.</HEAD>
<P>HOw wi&s;hedly did you &s;econd my voyce and it were &s;in to &s;ay any mean noat, plaid <HI>Ba&s;&s;e</HI> on a trouble&s;ome &s;tring. How wi&s;hedly did the <HI>Chorus</HI> of your fancy run divi&s;ions, on my plain-&s;ong wit. Your noats conferred &s;weetly without jarrs, onely you &s;ung Elegies and &s;o drowned my &s;weet <HI>Hylas</HI> in <HI>Nilus</HI> his &s;treams, by a Sea|buriall, and take heed lea&s;t you like i'ts Rivers bring forth imper&s;ect productions, your brave lays will all be penned from a <HI>large-long</HI> to a <HI>Sembrief's-Semiquaver,</HI> but I will take no more notice of them, onely I &s;hould be a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">t to quarrell at this word <HI>Boi&s;terous,</HI> but that it was fixt in the round Zodiack af your anger and charms confi|ning things into a circle makes them bur&s;t forth into wind; be&s;ides your <HI>humi-repens</HI> Mu&s;e was in the Low-Countries of wit, and &s;o might well with tho&s;e Lap-land Inhabitants bag up air in the &s;trong <HI>Caxvas-phra&s;e</HI> of a &s;entence. But &s;tay methinks your Law playes the <HI>Ignoramus,</HI> your Go&s;pell acts for <HI>Erra-Patris, Nilus</HI> writ for <HI>Hilas,</HI> gro&s;&s;e Logick has no Rea&s;on, if it be not <HI>Irrationallity</HI> to forget the <HI>Proprium</HI> of a man,
<PB N="154" REF="95">though here if I laugh, I &s;till keep my own deno|mination. Your good <HI>decorum</HI> runs again&s;t tide, while <HI>Nilus</HI> is the fit <HI>Helle&s;pont</HI> for tho&s;e <HI>Lean|ders</HI> (your writings) to &s;wim. I cannot think you were drunk with <HI>Nectar,</HI> when you read that word, becau&s;e your Tap&s;ter-Mu&s;e forgot the bar|rel, as to a &s;pire unto the Eliment of water, be&s;ides your rants had been Poeticall liberties, and here you are re&s;trained by the &s;trict gaul-&s;ignification of this word in the Impri&s;oment of folly, 'tis true enough therefore in <HI>Warley</HI> (your name) we will change the Letter <HI>L.</HI> to <HI>T.</HI> and then the watry-&s;trains might well be di&s;channelled from &s;ome Fountain, Yet to wave that, your Letters are too <HI>Heroick</HI> to deny a <HI>Pyramid,</HI> fre&s;h-mens minds are always hungry, and if <HI>Pyramids</HI> were the Aegyptian Corn &s;tore hou&s;es. I may allow you &s;uch a Tomb, for it were no way an en&s;hrinement in&s;ufficient to your honours if the place would contain &s;o great a loaf to lye buried, if it could not, how would the Eccho of your name have o|pen air to fancy abroad without infection. It would decea&s;e without a bond, and &s;o by no con|ditions, be bound to appear at the day of <HI>Re&s;ur|rection,</HI> you talk of my Mu&s;e being a&s;leep (though yours was awake) I dream'd what the language would be, a little <HI>Harlatory-Oratory,</HI> and yet becau&s;e they were forced from your <HI>Epigrammi|call</HI> wantonnings (as you verif<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters">e it, in two lines)
<PB N="155" REF="95">they &s;hall not Pennance for being ravi&s;hed, and though you would have buried tho&s;e adulterous lines (as you term them) in the Urn of oblivion you might have drowned them) as the Gotham's Sophoi did their water &s;erpent) in <HI>Laethe's</HI> Rivo|lets when you talked &s;o much of a raging River, and &s;ay you had done &s;o, I would not have for|got to lament my farewell-&s;alutations; nor had you need to have exclaimed again&s;t my <HI>Vales</HI> to their &s;ouls tran&s;ported to <HI>Elizium</HI> when tho&s;e Romans u&s;ed a more hideous noy&s;e of conclama|tions, and I thank you for burning them in the fire becau&s;e tho&s;e Pagans had of a Chri&s;tian, the cu&s;tome of proper buriall.</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>WILLIAM SHIPTON.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>To his Friend who drew the Pencill's lineaments and Pens Encomiums of His Lady</HI> Dias</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>A Pollo</HI> or <HI>Apelles?</HI> &s;peak,</L>
<L>Decyphering <HI>Art</HI> with <HI>Rhetorick;</HI></L>
<L>Thy Pencill in well-fa&s;hioned trim,</L>
<PB N="156" REF="96">
<L>Doth prai&s;e and yet her features <HI>Lymne</HI></L>
<L>How could it be? and yet you do it,</L>
<L>At one time <HI>Pictor</HI> both, and Poet.</L>
<L>'Tis ju&s;t as <HI>Phydias</HI> carv'd his name,</L>
<L>By Ver&s;e within <HI>Minerva's</HI> frame,</L>
<L>Or as <HI>&V;ly&s;&s;e's</HI> Pedler felt,</L>
<L>Here th' needle, there the &s;word and belt.</L>
<L>Methinks at light of her, I gaze</L>
<L>On <HI>Venus</HI> and <HI>Minerva's</HI> face.</L>
<L>In &s;uch brave tinctures as doth lye</L>
<L><HI>Hyppocrates</HI> his <HI>Gemini.</HI></L>
<L>The difference 'twixt them, thus imparts,</L>
<L>Here's beauties Moles, there's beauties warts.</L>
<L>For in her compofition's plac't</L>
<L><HI>Ve&s;ta's</HI> blu&s;hes, <HI>Lucrece</HI> cha&s;t.</L>
<L>Ju&s;t if we &s;hould in paint di&s;clo&s;e,</L>
<L>One cheek a <HI>Lilly,</HI> the other <HI>Ro&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>Po&euml;me and paint, did here in&s;pire,</L>
<L>True &s;ub&s;tance with <HI>Prometheus</HI> fire.</L>
<L>Which nobler is, then <HI>Pyrrha's</HI> &s;tones</L>
<L>Halfe-made, hal<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">-Carka&s;&s;e, or half-hones,</L>
<L>Here could we love, if that we might</L>
<L>View <HI>Hellen's,</HI> not <HI>Diana's</HI> &s;ight,</L>
<L>But that thou drive us in delays.</L>
<L>For but denies, what th' other &s;ayes.</L>
<L>Fair Contradictions <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ull us here</L>
<L>In &s;ecre<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"> charms 'twixt hope and fear.</L>
<L>Yet &s;ince thou'&s;t lymned her we'le grant,</L>
<L>Thee be&s;t <HI>Painter,</HI> &s;he be&s;t <HI>Saint.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="157" REF="96">
<HEAD>A Mon&s;ter.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>STrange &s;hape of man! dame Nature &s;ure doth try</L>
<L><HI>Erratas</HI> in her own Phylo&s;ophy,</L>
<L>That the great Stag'rite &s;tumbled who fore&s;aw,</L>
<L>Uncertain Phy&s;icks at a certain Law.</L>
<L>Th' Bea&s;t unnaturall is, and therefore may,</L>
<L>Make humane matter <HI>Metaphy&s;ica.</HI></L>
<L>Were he our Native Englands doubtfull &s;ight,</L>
<L>I mean both man and wife Hermophradite.</L>
<L>It would le&s;&s;e wonder &s;peak but him to &s;ee,</L>
<L>Notes <HI>Africk, Arabick, Welch-Pedigree.</HI></L>
<L>Onely that at <HI>Sol's</HI> Rayes ith' high-blaz'd noon,</L>
<L>He &s;corns to toa&s;t the lovely green-chee&s;e moon.</L>
<L>Lea&s;t <HI>Jove</HI> &s;hould in a great <HI>Bravado</HI> &s;ay</L>
<L>It dropt from Heaven pre&s;t ith' milky-way.</L>
<L>Is he a Logick Creature man and brute,</L>
<L>We've no half-<HI>Rationalls</HI> without di&s;pute,</L>
<L>Either in &s;igures he is under&s;tood,</L>
<L>Or plainly dre&s;t in notions <HI>A<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">la mood.</HI></L>
<L>T'would vex an Argument demon&s;trative to &s;ee</L>
<L><HI>Vagum Individium,</HI> He, nor She.</L>
<L>'Tis Probable, not <HI>Cogent,</HI> for who can</L>
<L>Say this <HI>He,</HI> woman is, that <HI>She's</HI> man.</L>
<L>Look in his face, a skie, and youl con&s;ent,</L>
<PB N="158" REF="97">
<L>Here lyes the Ea&s;t of th'day, there th'Occident.</L>
<L>Here lyes <HI>Sol</HI> blu&s;hing in his Morning Plight</L>
<L>There <HI>Cynthia</HI> ma&s;qu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">d with dull-vizard night.</L>
<L>Sure at his birth were <HI>tragi-Comick,</HI> plays,</L>
<L>As Sun-&s;hine glimmers in the Cloudy days.</L>
<L>'Twas fear'd this <HI>Janns</HI> &s;hould be a fates lo&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e the Pile en&s;tamped was with Cro&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>And when in kelder (that's within the womb)</L>
<L>A Caroll for his life, a Dirge the Tomb.</L>
<L>Was chanted forth, a large, a long-Relief,</L>
<L>And then a <HI>Semi-quaver,</HI> a <HI>Sembrief.</HI></L>
<L>This for his Generation now I fear,</L>
<L>Corruption of this Mon&s;ter draweth near.</L>
<L>Howe're, nor Sea, in earth, nor air he lye<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">.</L>
<L>We'l dole his buriall with our laughing cryes.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>To his Friend concerning the Perfections of</HI> DIA.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHat if my Ladies glories I</L>
<L>Should blazon in art's <HI>Herauldry.</HI></L>
<L>Calling that Chri&s;tall globe her eyes,</L>
<L>The Con&s;tellations of the skies.</L>
<L>Where <HI>Venus</HI> and <HI>Adonis</HI> are,</L>
<L>Signs &s;hining in their Charracter.</L>
<PB N="159" REF="97">
<L>Her brea&s;t the <HI>Indies</HI> whence we &s;py,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e fragrant banks of &s;picery.</L>
<L>Whence balmy Nectar's &s;weets di&s;tills</L>
<L>From Limbecks of tho&s;e gummy hills.</L>
<L>Maje&s;tick neck, who&s;e Ro&s;eall Ray,</L>
<L>Baffles the Cherub's Milky-way.</L>
<L>Or &s;ay her lips I glaze with Red,</L>
<L>And call them <HI>Cupid's</HI> Nuptiall-bed,</L>
<L>Speak them the Phylo&s;ophick touch</L>
<L>(To burni&s;h gold and Ruby &s;uch)</L>
<L>As <HI>Alchimi&s;ts</HI>) if my heart be</L>
<L>Rob'd by their ki&s;&s;ing <HI>Chymi&s;try.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Prometheus</HI> flames they came too late,</L>
<L>Her He'ven-bred &s;oul to <HI>Animate.</HI></L>
<L>So the in&s;tinction of a coal</L>
<L>In&s;pir'd her (which was never &s;toal)</L>
<L>Ah! too divine her Nature is,</L>
<L>Created by immortall bli&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>In her compo&s;ure <HI>Venus</HI> fair</L>
<L><HI>Minerva's, Juno's Fiats</HI> are.</L>
<L>Too too &s;ublime are the&s;e, each &s;train,</L>
<L>Wrapt in a <HI>Metaphorick</HI> vein,</L>
<L>And yet, if in the cha&s;te-&s;prung Love,</L>
<L>But once &s;he'le corre&s;pondent Prove.</L>
<L>I mu&s;t confe&s;&s;e my Ink a dye,</L>
<L>Too fiant to &s;can <HI>Hyperboly.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="160" REF="98">
<HEAD>DIA <HI>Praying.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AS &s;weet <HI>Aurora</HI> blu&s;hes &s;preads</L>
<L>Th' harmonious &s;phears in golden weeds.</L>
<L>Whence <HI>Phoebus</HI> in his Chariot hurl'd</L>
<L>Rides the round Circuit of the World.</L>
<L>The Min&s;trells wakened by that Ray</L>
<L>Of Ruby <HI>Sol</HI> in's Pearly day.</L>
<L>A&s;&s;umes their pinnions to the skies,</L>
<L>With a mellodious Sacrifice,</L>
<L>In curious Anthems as they &s;ing</L>
<L>The Vernall <HI>Aprills</HI> of the &s;pring.</L>
<L>My <HI>Dia</HI> glorious by her Light,</L>
<L>(From th' ob&s;cure <HI>Chaos</HI> of dull Night</L>
<L>Reclus'd) through the Enamelled sky,</L>
<L>In ha&s;t on winged <HI>Zeal</HI> did fly.</L>
<L>The Elements were mute to hear</L>
<L>Th' Articulate Accents of her there,</L>
<L>Di&s;playing &s;peeches with intent,</L>
<L>To breath them to a&s;toni&s;hment.</L>
<L>Starrs turned <HI>Argus</HI>-&s;ights to &s;py,</L>
<L>Her foot-&s;teps in the Gallaxy.</L>
<L>Proud that their Rayes were trode upon,</L>
<L>By her Perambulation.</L>
<L>They view'd (as he de&s;cribed aright,</L>
<PB N="161" REF="98">
<L>Ble&s;t <HI>Canaan</HI> with a <HI>Pro&s;pect-&s;ight.</HI></L>
<L>Smelt you the &s;weet-breath'd Ruby Ro&s;e,</L>
<L>Which on the &s;tem of &s;ugar growes.</L>
<L>Who&s;e Rubrick colour doth abound,</L>
<L>Fre&s;h <HI>Nard</HI> in an <HI>Exotick,</HI> ground,</L>
<L>Smelt you dame <HI>Flora's</HI> wardrobe Rare,</L>
<L>Perfum'd with Alaba&s;ter air:</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;weet Conferves are far above</L>
<L>The Mus-cat of a Lady's glove.</L>
<L>Smelt you the dying <HI>Phaenix</HI> ne&s;t,</L>
<L>Which is with <HI>Sabian</HI> &s;weets oppre&s;t.</L>
<L>Like Paradi&s;e, ju&s;t &s;o divine,</L>
<L>So Rare, &s;o precious is each line;</L>
<L>Each word a &s;weet perfumed gums,</L>
<L>As &s;ugred &s;pice from <HI>Indy</HI> comes.</L>
<L>Each <HI>Mono&s;yllabon</HI> may be</L>
<L>Balm, hony from Mount <HI>Hybla's</HI> tree.</L>
<L>Saw you the Pearls in high renowns,</L>
<L>Which decks <HI>Romes</HI> great Imperiall Crowns,</L>
<L>Sprung from Rocks-Diamond every Gem,</L>
<L>Speaks <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> and his Diadem.</L>
<L>Saw you the Rubies <HI>Indy</HI> brings,</L>
<L>As <HI>donatives</HI> to it's Rude Kings.</L>
<L>The &s;parkling Chry&s;olites rich &s;hrine,</L>
<L>Glimmering flames in'ts golden Mine.</L>
<L>Such was an eye who&s;e pearly &s;treams</L>
<L>Run <HI>Tagus,</HI> dartings, Chry&s;tall beams,</L>
<L>Which fam'd apparance forc'd no le&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Then Angells to &s;ub&s;erve her ble&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="162" REF="99">
<HEAD><HI>To</HI> DIA <HI>asking him concerning the &s;u|premacy of her beauty.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HAve you not heard, when <HI>Aprill</HI> did inve&s;t,</L>
<L>With Ro&s;eal flowers mount <HI>Ida's</HI> lovely cre&s;t</L>
<L>As that it's fragrant &s;weets might well invite</L>
<L>Sick &s;tomacks of a Maideos Appetite.</L>
<L>And Regall <HI>Paris</HI> in old Ru&s;&s;et gray.</L>
<L>Cover&s;ed with the <HI>Ilian</HI> flocks each day.</L>
<L><HI>Joves</HI> righ ambitious Ladies did conte&s;t,</L>
<L>Who&s;e beauty wor&s;t, who&s;e beauty was the be&s;t.</L>
<L>Each &s;wag<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters">ing Vant, coranting highly forth,</L>
<L>In great <HI>gran<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">does</HI> grandeurs of their worth.</L>
<L>And whith their di&s;putations could not end</L>
<L>Thee from the &s;ublime Court of Heaven de&s;cend,</L>
<L>To plead with mortall, and th' Immortall Race,</L>
<L>Made <HI>Parts inde</HI> to State the que&s;tion'd Ca&s;e.</L>
<L>But he poor &s;oul, did only gaze upon</L>
<L>The rich approach of each rare <HI>Paragon.</HI></L>
<L>Till <HI>Juno</HI> fir&s;t advanced on to &s;peak</L>
<L>The &s;weet Appellatives of <HI>Rhetorick.</HI></L>
<L>Have &s;he th'imperiall Crowns and D'adems,</L>
<PB N="163" REF="99">
<L>Voted to him th' attire of Regall &s;tems.</L>
<L>What <HI>Indy</HI> brings, what has the <HI>Arabtan</HI> coa&s;t?</L>
<L>What Ruby Pearls doth golden <HI>Tagus</HI> boa&s;t?</L>
<L>Is he for wealth, then &s;he'd his glories Vant,</L>
<L>A Di'mond-Rock, rich Chry&s;tall, Adamant,</L>
<L>Is be for fame? then &s;he would rai&s;e his might,</L>
<L>As Be&s;ili<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ks eye to conquer with the &s;ight.</L>
<L>Or with the Roman <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> in the field,</L>
<L>Brandi&s;h his triumphs to a batna&s;s'd &s;hield,</L>
<L>Would he attempt high honour in the Court,</L>
<L>Or &s;eek <HI>ambition</HI> at &s;ome nobler &s;port.</L>
<L>&s;he'd bring him gallant <HI>Courtigrs</HI> for delights,</L>
<L>Rare flatteries of &s;miling <HI>Pro&s;elites.</HI></L>
<L>To climbe the &s;tately <HI>Cedar</HI> without fall,</L>
<L>For th'great-&s;well'd honour of the little ball.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next came <HI>Minerva</HI> who&s;e great trimphs &s;it</L>
<L>Crown'd <HI>Laureat</HI> in the <HI>Porphery</HI> chair of wit.</L>
<L>Drinks <HI>Hellicon</HI> at every thir&s;ty Lay,</L>
<L>Cramps large <HI>Parna&s;&s;us</HI> in one &s;talk of Bay.</L>
<L>Here in the gawdy garbes of congues &s;he would</L>
<L>Lint with fine Metaphors of Rhet'ricks gold.</L>
<L>Have dre&s;t this Princely Boy more Rare</L>
<L>Then Cob-web Ladies deckt in tiffany-Air.</L>
<L>What lawrells has the <HI>two</HI> top lofty hill,</L>
<L>What <HI>Nectar</HI> doth from <HI>Hyppocren</HI> di&s;till?</L>
<L>What &s;pring with flowry fragrants purled &s;hows?</L>
<L>What <HI>Hyhla</HI> with it's honyed &s;weets o're-flows?</L>
<L>She promis'd, and the clouds-a&s;piring fame</L>
<PB N="164" REF="100">
<L>Of conque&s;ts which in vertues &s;hrine doth flame.</L>
<L>And all &s;uch glorious Trea&s;ures &s;he'd di&s;play,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters">&s;o be crown'd Lady in this warring-day.</L>
<L>Next Lovely <HI>Venus</HI> from the wanton &s;phear</L>
<L>Of golden beauty glorious did appear.</L>
<L><HI>Elixar-Pre&s;ence</HI> changed him to bli&s;&s;e</L>
<L>By Phylo&s;ophick <HI>Metamorpho&s;is.</HI></L>
<L>Fir&s;t from tho&s;e lu&s;cious brea&s;ts &s;he &s;lipped down</L>
<L>Her brave enriched flower-embroidered gown.</L>
<L>This &s;how tho&s;e plea&s;ant dainties did invite</L>
<L>The ravi&s;h'd ta&s;te as almo&s;t ravi&s;h'd &s;ight.</L>
<L>Love &s;o per&s;wa&s;ive motives there did find,</L>
<L>He who was dimn'd before was now &s;truck blind</L>
<L>And as the &s;ight &s;he charm'd the other &s;ence</L>
<L>Of hearing by a Swan-&s;ung Eloquence.</L>
<L>Say Royall Prince what's honour but the &s;car</L>
<L>Of Chivalry ith' Regi&s;ters of war:</L>
<L>What's wit but babling Eccho of fal&s;e fame,</L>
<L>And only happy in it's Coined name.</L>
<L>For you Sir 'tis the <HI>Praevalenti&s;t</HI> charm,</L>
<L>To wanton in a Ladies Lilly arm.</L>
<L>To give ambition glut and it's own fill,</L>
<L>Or with Worlds Eaglets &s;oar <HI>Promotion's</HI> hill:</L>
<L>Here &s;uch a candid beauty I'le unfold,</L>
<L><HI>Sol</HI> in his travells ne're could one behold.</L>
<L>So am'rous for delight, each lovely part</L>
<L>Speaks her perfections drawn from natures art,</L>
<L>And needs not the adulterat &s;hrine of Paint,</L>
<L>To write her Diety, or lymne her Saint.</L>
<PB N="165" REF="100">
<L>Then happy <HI>Wanton</HI> for your mind &s;he'le be,</L>
<L>As you to her a con&s;tant <HI>Votary.</HI></L>
<L>It is <HI>&s;ublime</HI> enough, and <HI>grand</HI> Renown</L>
<L>For you? Let but the golden prize me crown.</L>
<L>Now <HI>Paris</HI> &s;cru'd up to the full extent,</L>
<L>Of wonder at each Courting blandi&s;hment.</L>
<L>Beauty's fair Madam &s;pake in winning grace.</L>
<L>With kind acceptance did her words imbrace.</L>
<L>How could the <HI>Auditor</HI> but &s;tand amute,</L>
<L>When th' <HI>Orator</HI> attempted a &s;alute.</L>
<L>In &s;uch rich &s;trains of &s;peech as to invent</L>
<L>An An&s;wer needs a &s;tudyed Complent,</L>
<L>The Judge was &s;ilent, but a &s;peaking ki&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Proclaim'd this &s;entence, your face faire&s;t is,</L>
<L>He Crownd with Myrtles &s;he with golden ball,</L>
<L>Dame <HI>Venus</HI> &s;tood the conqueror of all.</L>
<L>Now <HI>Dia</HI> fair tho&s;e <HI>Premi&s;&s;es</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ore-&s;ee</L>
<L>What the coclu&s;ion of your &s;elf will be,</L>
<L>Brave vanting Learning glorious fame de&s;pis'd</L>
<L>Sweet faced beauty for the be&s;t was prizd.</L>
<L>Then all ambitions will your form imbrace</L>
<L>The <HI>Cyprian</HI>-feature in your Ve&s;tall face.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="166" REF="101">
<HEAD>On the death of the truly Noble.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ANd is Hee dead! then mu&s;t his fall</L>
<L>Require great <HI>Englands</HI>'s funerall.</L>
<L>To mourn in tears from dolefull Eyes,</L>
<L>In &s;ad breath'd notes of Elegies.</L>
<L>How can we but lament his fate</L>
<L>The Gods &s;eem to Commi&s;erate.</L>
<L>They'd turn him to a Swan, a Stone,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Niobe, Don-Phaeton.</HI></L>
<L>The Sun &s;eems &s;ullen grown that we</L>
<L>Expect the Worlds <HI>Cata&s;trophe.</HI></L>
<L>Le&s;&s;e by a Cat'rackt dimm'd then might</L>
<L>Our eyes have darkne&s;&s;e, <HI>Sol</HI> have Light.</L>
<L>Perhaps he grievs, as th' Element,</L>
<L>Drops dewy tears at's <HI>Occident.</HI></L>
<L>The Orbs &s;ince he their <HI>hold</HI> is gone,</L>
<L>St<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ps and do &s;et the motion.</L>
<L>Grant we <HI>Pythagoras</HI> doctrine true.</L>
<L>Souls <HI>Metemp&s;ucho&s;ed</HI> renew.</L>
<L>Their &s;ub&s;tancy, and &s;hapes return,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Phenix</HI> in a dying Urn.</L>
<PB N="167" REF="101">
<L>We'le not condole to paint in dye;</L>
<L><HI>Eulogiums</HI> of <HI>Hydography:</HI></L>
<L>Nor &s;orrow from our &s;adde&s;t eyes,</L>
<L>In water-ver&s;e faint <HI>Elegies;</HI></L>
<L>But that we hope not for, How then!</L>
<L>We'le &s;ay here lyes the be&s;t of men;</L>
<L>And &s;ince't no <HI>Super&s;tition</HI> writes,</L>
<L>For to performe the Funerall Rites;</L>
<L>In Zealous acts of Pompe Let's try</L>
<L>His great Renown of, <HI>Ob&s;equie.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>To</HI> DIA <HI>a Sacrifice.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BRing &s;weet fragrants, co&s;tly gums,</L>
<L>With <HI>Odors</HI> which from <HI>Indy</HI> comes,</L>
<L>Like &s;picy balm, which candyed lyes</L>
<L>'Mong&s;t <HI>Sabea's</HI> riche&s;t <HI>Ro&s;aries;</HI></L>
<L>That generous wine who&s;e mirth di&s;tills</L>
<L>Fair <HI>Jubilees,</HI> ith' Ea&s;t'ran hills:</L>
<L>The We&s;tern climate, or the skyes,</L>
<L>Which long 'bove the <HI>Antipodes</HI> ri&s;e;</L>
<L>For their Mole-natures has a birth,</L>
<L>Down in the lower parts of Earth.</L>
<L>Let the &s;weet <HI>Diapa&s;mes</HI> be</L>
<L>Brought to the Incen&s;e, and that tree</L>
<PB N="168" REF="102">
<L>Which the Cha&s;te <HI>Indian</HI> choo&s;e to have,</L>
<L>For <HI>Gen'all bed,</HI> and <HI>Fun'rall</HI> grave;</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;piceries, which on the <HI>Pyre</HI></L>
<L>Embalms her corps, till &s;he expire;</L>
<L>Ravi&s;h <HI>Odoriferous</HI> all</L>
<L>Our <HI>Hecatombs,</HI> exce&s;&s;ive &s;hall,</L>
<L>Performe their vows, o'th' Altar this,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Dia's</HI> name In&s;culped is.</L>
<L>Let all the <HI>Vestalls</HI> who admire,</L>
<L>Love can po&s;e&s;&s;e &s;uch a cha&s;t fire;</L>
<L>Bring &s;ugred <HI>Nectar,</HI> hony &s;mells</L>
<L>Which in th' <HI>Americk</HI> confines dwells;</L>
<L>Fam'd <HI>Aromaticks Amber juce,</HI></L>
<L>Which the <HI>Exoticke</HI> fields produce.</L>
<L>Mixt with their pure&s;t zeal &s;hall flame,</L>
<L>A Perfume glorious as the &s;ame;</L>
<L>Shall rarifie our Orbs, at lea&s;t</L>
<L>That Angels may behold the fea&s;t:</L>
<L>Though <HI>Jove,</HI> as ba&s;hfull for his rapes,</L>
<L>Transfigur'd, to obtain e&s;capes:</L>
<L>Will &s;carce de&s;cend (as he has grac't,</L>
<L>Some Lovers) unto ours &s;o cha&s;t:</L>
<L>Yet purer <HI>Detties</HI> admit,</L>
<L>At this great <HI>Sympo&s;y</HI> to &s;it;</L>
<L>The Ea&s;tern Rivers thus intent,</L>
<L>To yeeld the &s;weete&s;t, rare&s;t &s;ent:</L>
<L>And <HI>Oriant</HI> Pearles joy'd for to &s;ame</L>
<L>Th' Alter with, a Ruby frame.</L>
<L>While &s;acred Virgins in the height,</L>
<PB N="169" REF="102">
<L>Of &s;ervice &s;hall the Tapers light;</L>
<L>Which like the <HI>Ve&s;talized</HI> fire,</L>
<L>Will never in 'its flames expire.</L>
<L>I'le then on it (the Prie&s;t) <HI>Intery</HI></L>
<L>My heart, <HI>Sole Sacrafice</HI> to her.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>A Flower in</HI> DIA'S <HI>Bo&s;ome.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HOw can it be? That's not thy &s;phere,</L>
<L>I think thou'rt but tran&s;lated there</L>
<L>And too-&s;ublime, a cour&s;e doth run,</L>
<L>To be the flower of &s;uch a Sun.</L>
<L>For tell me who doth not entwine,</L>
<L>A &s;econd Synod <HI>Cateline;</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>Pills,</HI> and Powder-works to &s;poile,</L>
<L>Thee, in that <HI>Jove-enamouring</HI> &s;oile.</L>
<L>Th' A&s;trologer will &s;ure envy</L>
<L>That height, of thy felieity;</L>
<L>When's <HI>Mathematick &s;taff</HI> coms &s;hort</L>
<L>In reaching, &s;uch a Heav'n-&s;prung Court.</L>
<L>The Lover too, he thinks thy fate</L>
<L>Is happy, his unfortunate;</L>
<PB N="170" REF="103">
<L>Unle&s;&s;e what &s;pells Thy name he know</L>
<L>Whether th' <HI>Hyaci'nth</HI> or no;</L>
<L>Then 'tis <HI>Apollo</HI> who'le injoy,</L>
<L>His <HI>Daphne,</HI> once a Virgin Coy.</L>
<L>Perhaps the regall flower, which brings</L>
<L>Th' <HI>In&s;cript</HI> names of Lords, and Kings;</L>
<L>Then it (as <HI>Hieroglyphicks</HI>) &s;how</L>
<L>Such Subiects to her &s;hrine mu&s;t bow.</L>
<L>Or is't the flower <HI>Adonis</HI> be&s;t</L>
<L>Thus verdent, in his <HI>Venus</HI> bre&s;t;</L>
<L>Where a mild <HI>Aprill</HI> doth renew</L>
<L>His blo&s;&s;oms, with a balmy dew:</L>
<L>And bids him &s;uck the pearly <HI>Iuice,</HI></L>
<L>Which fragrants in her hands produce;</L>
<L>I hate his ble&s;&s;edne&s;&s;e, if &s;o</L>
<L>The <HI>Lad</HI> my Rivall, there do grow.</L>
<L>No, 'tis my <HI>DIA.</HI> I who clo&s;e</L>
<L>Your Eye-beames look Pale as the Ro&s;e;</L>
<L>Which when <HI>Apollo</HI> &s;hows no Ray</L>
<L>It's <HI>verdures</HI> in a night decay;</L>
<L>You guild my glories more and more,</L>
<L>(Like dro&s;&s;e refined into <HI>Oare</HI>)</L>
<L>H<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">th' <HI>Radiums</HI> of your &s;unny-eye,</L>
<L>My deadne&s;&s;e, but again &s;upply.</L>
<L>And &s;ince it is no flower, but is</L>
<L>A <HI>Jove</HI> in <HI>Metamorpho&s;is;</HI></L>
<L>A Love transform'd by a deui&s;e,</L>
<L>A man (yet flower) ith' <HI>Paradi&s;e;</HI></L>
<L>Let my leaves have <HI>Expan&s;ion,</HI></L>
<PB N="171" REF="103">
<L>Ith' Odors of your b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">e&s;t alone,</L>
<L>Nor &s;hall I <HI>Buriall</HI> want, when I</L>
<L>In <HI>Perfumes</HI> live, In <HI>Perfume</HI> dye.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>To</HI> DIA, <HI>Concerning his Sacrifice.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HOw could you but Faire <HI>DIA</HI> prai&s;e,</L>
<L>The Chri&s;tall <HI>Pyramid,</HI> the Bayes;</L>
<L>Whole <HI>Helicon</HI> of wine, burnt to a flame,</L>
<L>In paying debts to your <HI>De'fied</HI> name.</L>
<L>Did you not wi&s;h <HI>Catullus no&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>To &s;well the perfumes which aro&s;e</L>
<L>From the pure Incen&s;e, and the &s;mells</L>
<L><HI>Panchaian</HI> broacht from gummy &s;hells.</L>
<L>To &s;ee it, it would &s;carce &s;uffice,</L>
<L>With <HI>Argus</HI> to be called Eyes:</L>
<L>To view the glories, <HI>Lyncaeus</HI> might</L>
<L>Be counted a dull <HI>Pi&s;gah-&s;ight.</HI></L>
<L>Th' <HI>Arabian's</HI> Bird, &s;weet <HI>Ro&s;eall</HI> ne&s;t,</L>
<L>Of Myrrh was rifled, as each bre&s;t,</L>
<L>Was in &s;uch great amazements thence</L>
<L>Clad with rich Robes of frankin&s;ence.</L>
<PB N="172" REF="104">
<L>Tho&s;e <HI>Aramatick</HI> &s;weets, the be&s;t</L>
<L>Bright Oriency, di&s;hoar'd from <HI>Ea&s;t;</HI></L>
<L>With <HI>Storax</HI> offered in brave gemms,</L>
<L>Be&s;et with Lillies, on their &s;tems;</L>
<L>All burnt in Odors, were till th' day,</L>
<L>Rich &s;eam'd as <HI>Faelix Ara'ba.</HI></L>
<L>And though the pure&s;t Virgins came,</L>
<L>To light the Torches into flame:</L>
<L>None as your &s;elf, were halfe Divine,</L>
<L>In glory dignities, or &s;hrine.</L>
<L>Hence beauty, conquering &s;tronge&s;t Art,</L>
<L>The be&s;t Oblations of my heart:</L>
<L>Devoted to your &s;elf, I made,</L>
<L>And <HI>Socerdotall</HI> office plaid.</L>
<L>Receive it <HI>Dia,</HI> for alone</L>
<L>My hearts with you, 'tis from me gone.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
<PB REF="104">
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