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AMANDA, 

SACRIFICE 

To  an  Unknown 

GODDESS  E, 

OR, 

A  Free-will  Offering 

Of  a  loving  Heart  to  a 

Sweet-Heart 


By  NICHOLAS  HOOKES 

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AMANDA, 

SACRIFICE 

To  an  Unknowa 

GODDESSE, 

OR, 

A  Free-will  Offering 

of  a  loving  Heart  to  a 

Sweet-Heart 


By  N.H.  of  rri«/7)- Colledge  in  CAMBRIDGE. 


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To  the  Honourable 

EDTFARD    MOUNTAGUE 

Sonne  and  Heire  Apparent 
TO  THE 

Honours,  Estate  and  Vertues 

Of  the  Right  Honourable 

EDWARD 

LORD  MOUNTAGUE, 


BARON  of  Boughton. 


SIR 


T  may  be  happily  guest  I  am 
Planet-struck,  and  deeply  in 
love  with  some  red  and  white 
rarity  ;  I  confesse  Beautie  is  a  de- 
lectable philtre,  especially  when  the  glan- 
ces of  the  eyes  are  amorous  ;  I  know  love  is 
both  Fehris  Diaria  and  Hectica :  but  I  thank 

ix  my 


The  Epistle  Dedicatory. 

my  Starres,  I  never  as  yet  felt  those  Ephe- 
merical  Fevers  ;  I  have  had  as  few  fits,  and 
as  gentle  Paroxysmes  of  such  hearty  Agues, 
as  it  is  possible  for  flesh  and  blood  in  the 
like  temper  to  conceive  ;  I  am  neither  A- 
theistical  nor  Superstitious,  neither  hot 
nor  cold  :  I  give  the  world  leave  to  con- 
clude me  tepid  and  luke-warm,  and  shall 
take  the  like  freedome  in  conjectures  of 
my  next  neighbours  constitution  and 
motions  :  But  say  I  were  wounded,  and 
Cupids  shaft  stuck  fast  in  my  liver,  I  should 
think  my  self  in  no  respect  blameable,  but 
that  I  stood  in  the  way,  and  this  may  passe 
for  a  childes  fault :  Besides,  Amanda  is 
more  tempting  then  ordinary,  and  (as 
much  as  her  sexe  admits)  like  your  selje^ 
good  and  beautiful  ;  I  mean  not  the  issue 
of  my  fancie,  for  then  I  should  not  only 
basely  fall  in  love  with  my  own  off-spring, 
but  commit  a  Soloecism^  worse  then  that  of 
Incest,  in  the  comparison  of  things,  which 
make  no  more  approach  to  an  equality  of 

X  strength, 


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strength,  then  taplash  and  the  best  Ne- 
ctar  of  the  Grape  ;  It  is  Amanda  my 
Dear  Mistris^  that  bright  lamp  of  beauty 
and  goodnesse,  which  vies  perfections 
with  the  best  constellated  goddesse^  that 
ever  was  deified  by  the  most  amorous 
Enthusiast^  and  beyond  all,  with  the  admi- 
rable Idea  of  your  person.  She  it  is,  in 
whom  I  love  and  worship  your  picture, 
in  whose  likenesse  I  adore  you.  And  in 
truth,  I  think  my  Religion  in  this  tran- 
scendently  reasonable  to  that  of  the 
common  Catholique^  whose  best  devoti- 
ons have  not  more  zeal,  but  lesse  sense, 
and  not  half  so  lively  a  resemblance  of 
a  Seraphical  being.  Had  I  Vandikes  pen- 
cil, I  durst  not  give  a  draught  of  your 
person,  I  must  of  necessity  forbear  that 
to  keep  the  best  and  most  chaste  Madams 
from  longing  ;  As  for  your  high-borne 
soul,  we  can  only  see  the  Sunne  in  the 
water  by  some  reflexe  beames,  it  is  too 
gloriously    resplendent,    and    dazles    our 

xi  weak 


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weak  eyes,  if  we  gaze  on  it  in  its  fi- 
ery chariot,  whose  horses  are  flames 
trapped  with  rayes,  whose  wheeles  are 
lightning  without  ratlings  of  thunder, 
and  whose  driver  is  a  bright  Angelical 
Intelligence,  ever  darting  irresistible  flash- 
es of  Beautie  :  I  will  not  undertake  to 
sound  a  Triumph  of  your  Vertues,  un- 
lesse  my  trumpet  were  silver,  and  I  my 
self  more  blab-cheek't,  that  the  report 
and  Echo  of  your  name,  which  hereafter 
I  am  confident  wil  run  mazes  in  the  mean- 
ders of  mens  ears,  might  be  clearer,  strong- 
er and  more  lasting.  Yet  as  short-winded 
as  I  am,  I  cannot  but  venture  at  one 
blast,  and  I  dare  sound  it  boldly.  Nei- 
ther is  your  Honour  nor  Estate,  (though 
you  stand  richly  possest  of  both)  equiva- 
lent to  your  Beautie,  nor  the  incompa- 
rable Fabrick  of  your  body,  (from 
which  a  Tytian  might  learn  proportion) 
sufficiently  answerable  to  the  complex- 
ion of  your  soul,  which  the  best  Prin- 

xii  cesse, 


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cesse,  might  securely  take  for  her  tutelar 
genius^  and  the  most  religious  Zealot  for 
his  good  Angel.  And  if  this  be  not  a 
publick  and  more  general  Confession, 
the  world  hath  not  eyes  enough  to  e- 
steem  you  at  your  worth.  It  is  no 
matter  whether  I  call  it  want  of  judge- 
ment or  over-sight ;  those  fine  sober 
things  which  the  world  termes  discreet, 
may  be  a  little  guiltie  of  both. 

But  to  give  you  the  main  reason  of 
this  present  to  your  Honour,  beside  the 
many  private  obligations,  which  enforce 
me ;  I  know  none  a  more  competent 
Judge  in  Poesie  then  your  self.  You 
have  surveyed  more  ground  in  the  sweet 
Tempe  of  the  Muses,  and  to  better 
purpose,  then  many  who  have  walk't 
Parnassus,  as  often  as  Duke  Humphreys 
spider-catchers  do  Pauls,  only  to  tell  steps, 
and  take  the  height  of  a  cob -web  fancie. 
You  might  better  have  writ  man  at  fif- 
teen, then  not  a  few  ;    (and  those  of  no 

xiii  mean 


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mous  Court-wit  for  her  father. 

Sz>,  though  my  sweet  Amanda  dare 
not  venture  abroad  to  see  her  friends 
without  you,  and  your  presence  be  the 
best  of  any  I  know,  to  make  way  for  a 
Lady,  yet  she  presumes  not  to  take  so 
Honourable  a  personage  for  a  Gentleman- 
Usher,  or  one  with  broad  shoulders  to 
thrust  aside  the  croudes  and  throngs  of 
censures  she  shall  meet  with  in  her  walks  ; 
But  being  yet  childish,  and  not  able  to 
go  alone,  she  humbly  kisses  the  hands  of 
her  most  noble  Guardian,  in  whose 
armes  the  little  Moppet  loves  to  be  dand- 
led, and  shewn  out  at  the  window.  In- 
deed she  is  so  much  an  Infant,  that  were 
not  the  face  of  a  Godfather,  in  these  Ana- 
haptistical  Antichristian  times,  worn  quite 
out  of  fashion,  I  should  have  made  bold  to 
call  your  Honour  to  the  Font ;  Many  a  poor 
man  hath  had  (witnesse  Charles  Murrey  the 
Cripple)  his  Majestie  the  King  himself, 
(some  would  have  said,  God  blesse  him  good 

xvi  man) 


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man)  for  his  Gossip.  But  I  most  of  all 
wish  the  Sponsalia  were  at  hand,  you  might 
affiance  and  betroth  my  Dearest,  (I  know 
whom)  to  him  who  never  knowes  suffici- 
ently how  to  expresse  himself e,  what  he  is 
ever  ambitious  to  be 


The  Humblest  and  Most  Faith- 
ful amongst  your  Honours 
most  devoted  Servants, 

N.  HOOKES. 


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To  the  Author  upon  his  Amanda, 

COurage,  (my  friend,)  boldly  assay  the  stage, 
Maugre  the  uncouth  humours  of  the  age, 
Though  wit  th'  unsavoury  thing  be  out  of  date, 
And  judgement  triumph  in  the  fancies  fate. 
Poetry's  heresie,  and  schisme  pure, 
(As  is  free-will  or  humane  literature.) 
Yet  shall  thy  Mistresse  thaw  the  Stoicks  breast. 
And  prove  Amanda  to  discretions  test. 
But  doubtful  whether  Muse  or  Mistresse  be. 
The  faire  Amanda  that  is  meant  by  thee  ; 
Resolv'd  that  though  thy  Madam  lovely  be. 
She  paints  t'  inhance  her  endlesse  tyrannic. 
Hadst  thou  (without  a  rithme)  said.  Good  and  Faire, 
Th'  hadst  matcht  the  highest  loves  that  couchant  are 
In  mortal  breasts,  thy  zeal  forgetting  bound. 
Has    quite  o'reshot    loves    landmarke,  and  gaines 

(ground 
On  admiration,  dull  without  desire. 
As  without  warmth  the  elemental  fire  : 
The  famous  Grecian  beauty's  stoUen  face. 
And  most  choice  borrow'd  parts  fell  short  of  grace, 
She  had  been  more  then  the  intended  she, 
Had  she  but  filch 't  Amanda's  Poetrie. 
rie  not  assesse  thy  merits,  wise  men  soon 

xix  Will 


The  Epistle  Dedicatory. 

Will  judge  thee  worthy,  and  for  this  thy  boon 

Each  Amarado-Proselyte  of  thine 

Pays  his  devotion  to  Amanda's  shrine. 

But  if  to  please  lesse  knowing  men  seem  safe, 

Raile  at  Socinus  in  a  Paragraph  : 

Confute  Arminius  in  'English  phrase, 

So  shall  dull  men  yield  suffrage  to  thy  praise. 


M.  P. 
Midd.  Temp.  Gent. 


To 


XX 


To   the  most  ingenious  Authour  upon  his  excellent 

Poems. 

THe  Presse  growes  honest,  and  in  spite  of  fate, 
Now  teems  a  Wit,  that  is  legitimate  : 
No  thundring  Muse,  although  Joz;^^  daughter  still, 
Drawing  smooth  lines  'twixt  th'  homes  oi  Parnasse- 
And  yet  so  strong,  that  with  these  nervs  I  know     (hill 
Cupid  WiW  henceforth  string's  triumphant  bowe. 
Doubt  not  (sweet  friend)  the  Infant- Archer  will 
Brag  that  his  shafts  are  feather 'd  from  thy  quill. 
Within  thy  book  an  harmlesse  Venus  moves, 
Yet  gen'rous,  drawn  as  anciently  by  Doves ; 
Nor  dost  thou  make  her  sonne  obscenely  speak, 
A  bowe  though  Cupid's  too  much  bent  may  break 
Thou  art  not  like  those  wits,  whose  numbers  jump, 
Not  with  Apollo's  Lyre,  but  Fiord's  trump. 
Thou  drink 'st  to  th'  bottome  of  the  Muses  flood 
Fam'd  Helicon,  and  yet  canst  shun  the  mud. 
Thy  fancie's  steadie,  not  like  those  that  rove 
Thorow  Arabia,  then  to  th'  Indies  move. 
To  fetch  in  jests,  but  when  the  totall's  come, 
Alas,  Caligula  brings  cockles  home. 
Thy  book's  thine  own,  so  rare  a  Muse  'twas  fit 
Should  not  be  periwigg'd  with  dead  mens  wit. 
Yet  lives  t\it\v genius  in  thee  :  true  it  is. 
Arts  have  a  kinde  of  metempsychosis. 

R.  MOYLE. 
Trin.  Col.  Soc. 
xxi  Upon 


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Upon   his  ingenious  friend's   most  ingenious 
Poeme,  intituled  Amanda. 

IAm  mistaken,  'tis  not  he, 
Though  Doctour  of  loves  Harmonic  ; 
The  Musick  of  all  Plato'?,  blisse. 
But  a  Prceludium  was  to  this. 
Sure  'tis  some  nobler  genius,  one 
That  teaches  him  perfection 
In's  Song,  whilst  he  was  penning  it, 
His  lips  drop't  honey  as  he  writ. 
Nay  tis  more  heav'nly,  more  divine. 
Sweet  Nectar  flowes  from  ev'ry  line, 
Whil'st  he  did  quaffe  the  gods  Canarie. 
An  Angel  was  his  Secretarie. 

'Tis  pure,  although  not  sanctifi'd. 
Clean  gold,  and  current,  though  untri'd, 
A  piece  as  full  of  beauty,  as 
The  Authors  fairest  object  was . 
Nor  lesse  inimitable  then 
That  mirrour,  which  if  ever  seen. 
Never  exprest  by  th'best  conceit. 
For  who  can  reach  his  fancies  height : 
It  makes  a  question  whether  she 
Or  it,  be  th'  greatest  raritie. 
Such  as  some  think  soar'd  above. 
And  took  from  thence  this  grace  for  love  ; 
No,  no,  it  hover'd  'bout  his  minde, 
Amanda  there  a  Heav'n  will  finde. 

xxii  A 


A  pretty  pertly  Cupid  here, 

A  Cherubim  residing  there. 

Love  with  all  her  glory  waiting, 

And  thus  innocently  prating, 

As  if  that  were  a  wile  to  balk 

The  Justice  to  do  nought  but  talk. 
Reade  him  you  must,  admire  him  too, 
Courting  Amanda ,  he 'I  winne  you. 


C.  IRETON, 
of  Trin.  Col.  Cambr. 


To  his  Honoured  friend  the  Author  up- 
on his  Amanda. 

W Hoe 're   shall   ask   what   these    rude    lines    do 
(here, 
Tell  him  Amanda  may  black  patches  weare, 
Faire  Amanda,  whom  if  I  name,  my  heart. 
As  if  I'd  sinn'd  in  naming,  feels  the  smart 
Of  hers,  not  Cupids  arrow,  Reader  please 
To  turn  the  leafe,  thou 'It  catch  the  same  disease. 
We're  all  in  love  {Dear  Sir)  who  e're  you  see, 
Know  it,  he  is  or  will  your  rival  be  ; 
The  world's  grown  love-sick,  and  may  seem  to  prove, 
Your  wit  hath  been  injurious  to  your  love. 

xxiii  There's 


Tliere's  none  shall  read  Amanda,  but  ev'ry  line, 
{Heavens!)  ten  thousand  worlds  that  she  were  mine  \ 
She's  sure  too  good  to  be  enjoy'd  (but  I) 
Oh  that  I  might  but  see  her  once,  and  die  ! 
Is't  not  some  goddesse  [that  having  long  desir'd] 
At  length  hath  stoll'n  from  Heav'n  to  be  admir'd  : 
To  love  her  'tis  presumption,  wish  I  cou'd 
That  I  were  better,  she  not  quite  so  good  : 

Go  boy,  go  sleep,  Cupid  unbend  thy  bowe, 
Break  all  thy  darts,  thou'st  lost  thy  trading,  go, 
Turn  Physician,  if  again  thou'dst  be 
A  heart-wounder,  study  Loves  remedie. 

What  meant  you,  Sir,  to  set  the  land  on  fire  ? 
Some  wish,  some  hope,  some  en  vie,  some  desire  ; 
I  pray  the  gods  (let  me  not  pray  in  vain) 
Enjoy  your  love^  and  put  us  out  of  pain  ; 
Amanda  deserves  the  best,  'tis  as  true. 
There's  none  deserves  Amanda's  love  but  you. 

But  let  her  still  retain  her  name,  that  all 
May  her  Amanda ,  you  Amandus  call. 

THO.  ADAMS. 
Trin.  Coll.  D. 


xxiv  To 


To  my  deserving  friend  the  Author  upon  his  excel- 
lent Poeme  Amanda. 

T  Lov'd  thee  Dearly,  it  would  soon  be  guest 
•*-  That  I  thus  boldly  croud  up  to  be  prest 
Amongst  thy  Giant  friends,  though  he  that  will 
Draw  thee  to  th'  life  must  needs  have  thine  owne 

(quill, 
For  who  durst  boast  he  could  have  limm'd  so  well, 
As  thou  hast  done  thy  truest  parallell 
Amanda  thou  that  vertue  thus  hast  drest, 
Do'st  tell  the  world  it  lived  in  thy  breast ; 
If  any  yet  objecting  say,  no  one, 
Thou  knew'st  ingross't  so  much  perfection. 
Thy  only  subject  then  they'l  plainly  finde. 
Could  be  no  other  then  thy  vertuous  minde. 
From  which  rich  wardrobe  thou  canst  eas'ly  spare, 
Enough  to  deck  and  furnish  the  most  rare  ; 
I've  done,  for  none  can  reach  thy  Poems  worth, 
Amanda  wants  no  foiles  to  set  her  forth. 

J.  A.  Gent. 


XXV  c     The 


The  Author  to  the  READER. 

"LTEav'n  blesse  thy  sweet  face,  for  in  troth,  I  know, 
^ ^Though  't*s  ne^er  so  ugly,  sweet  thou   think'st  it 

{though, 
^T is  a  good  cast  o'  tK  eye,  thou'st  look't  upon 
Things  which  brought  here  make  no  comparison : 
Women  love  gazing  eyes,  Amanda  (Sir) 
Is  such  a  toy,  then  pray  now  pleasure  her ; 
Perhaps  she  may  seem  beautiful,  and  then 
Fm  sure  she' I  please  and  pleasure  you  agen  ; 
He  that  cracks  Opticks,  and  doth  lose  his  sight 
In  viewing  Beautie,  is  no  loser  byt ; 
Oh  what  a  sinner  that  poor  mortal  is. 
That  views  andscannes  his  Maker's  Artifice  ! 
We  draw  from  th*  order  this  great  world  hath  in*tf 
An  AthGist- confuting  Argument ; 
Then  sure  in  womens  worlds  so  little  and f aire, 
More  forcing  Logick,  better  Topicks  are  ; 
Why  is't  w*  admire  th'  Apostles  ^'  tK  cherrie  stones^ 
Traduskin  shewes,  but  'cause  they're  little  ones  ? 
Who  knowes,  whil'st  he  at  female  Beauties  stares. 
But  he  may  see  an  Angel  unawares  ; 
Howe'er  'tis  not  unlikely  he  may  move. 
If  she  be  kinde,  into  a  Heav'n  o/love  ; 
Yet  rie  not  make  a  Stoick  an  Amorato, 
No,  I  shall  leave  him  still  to  reade  his  Cato, 
Some  fine  grave  head,  there  be,  whose  brains  are  adle, 

xxvi  A 


[A  carelesse  Nurse  'twas  crack' t  their  sculls  Vth' 

{Cradle] 
Whose  dull  old  wrinkled  brow,  and  rotten  tooth, 
Kccept  of  nothing  that  is  f  aire  and  smooth. 
By  whom  my  harmlesse  lines  will  termed  be. 
Nought  lesse  then  speculative  adulterie, 
But  age  and  eating  crabs,  must  needs  excuse 
Their  doting,  peevish  humours,  to  my  Muse  : 

Some    new-found    changeling    Saints,    with    looks 
Rolling  the  goggles  of  their  bloodshed  eyes,         (precise. 
Will  call  Amanda  light  and  trull,  and  scorn  her, 
Yet  reade  her  o're,  and  kisse  her  in  a  corner. 

But  how  the  things  calVd  wits  will  fling  about, 
To  see  mypaultrie  Mistresse  new  come  out ! 
Oh  these  are  angrie  beasts  they'l  kick  and  throw. 
Ware  homes,  my  Dear,  or  up  thy  smock  will  go. 
Troth  rather  then  their  flings  we  will  endure, 
We'lget  some  flie-flaps  for  their  gad-flies  sure  : 
Yes,  yes,  wits  wanton  humours  to  prevent. 
We' I  shortly  have  an  Act  0/ Parliament. 

You  noble.  Civil  soules,  whoe'reyou  be 
Whose  modest,  frolick  ingenuitie 
Cleanseth  your  hearts  from  self-conceit  ««^gall, 
If  on  Amanda  ^'ow  but  smile,  and  call 
Her  f  aire,  mayyoufinde  Mistresses  as  good 
As  I  can  fancie,  rGsl  flesh  and  blood. 


xxvu 


The 


The  Authour  to  the  Ladies. 

GReat  and f aire  Madams,  jyoM  whose  star-like  eyeSy 
Sunne-hurn  the  worlds  and  do  mock  the  skies  : 
You  Constellations,  who  are  never  seen. 
But  w'  are  half  blinded,  had  your  Beautie  been 
Where  Hero's  blinking  Conduct  taper  stood, 
To  guide  Leander  sculling  through  the  flood, 
Ne'er  had  he  lost  his  way  for  want  of  light, 
He'd  swum  by  day,  though  he  had  swum  by  night : 
Confest,you  might  have  vaiVd,  but  then  your  praise 
Were  lost,  true  Beautie  scornes  to  mask  its  rayes  : 
Therefore  Amanda  comes  with  open  face, 
Daring  to  vie  this  feature,  or  that  grace, 
With  the  most  heav'nly  sweetest  lovely,  she 
That  deserves  duel :  ha.dies,  pardon  me, 
And  pardon  her,  she  only  blushing  stands 
To  mingle  lilies  with  your  lilie  hands. 


ERRATA. 

"pAge  28,  line  6,  To  Amanda  his  friend  desiring  him,  ^c.  for  On 
■^  Jmnnda  his  friend  desiring  him,  ^c.  p.  88.  v.  6.  dozvn  my  staires 
for  down  staires,  p.  94.  1,  3,  ^  <f  contra,  pro  ut  e  contra,  p.  1 60,  1.  I, 
futres  cambucd  inguines,  pro  putris  cambucam  inguinis.  p.  1 62, 
fraeessie  Y>T^ofracescis.  p.  128,  notho  pro  noto.  p.  129.  It  a  pro  Ito,  & 
uis  -pro  fuit,  in  the  Epist.  Dedic.  blab-cheek'' t  for  blub-cheek't. 

xxviii 


( I) 


K 


AMANDA. 


Beautie. 


EAUTY  is  Nature's,  and    the  Woman's 

glory, 
The  loudest  Emphasis  in  the  story 

Oi  female  worth  and  praise,  the  Alphabet 

Where  love  doth  spell  it's  first  desire, 

The  field  where  red  and  white  are  met 

To  mingle  wonder  ;  'tis  the  match, 

The  spark  and  tinder,  which  doth  quickly  catch 

And  light  the  fire 

O'th' lamp  of  love. 

Which  flames  within  the  eyes 

Of  those  who  towards  Cupids  Altar  move 

To  offer  up  their  hearts  in  sacrifice. 

2. 

Beautie's  an  honest  kinde  of  sorcerie 
It  hath  a  sweet  bewitching  facultie  ; 


It 


/ 


(2) 

It  is  the  sauce  doth  tempt  loves  appetite, 
Which  to  intemperance  it  doth  oft  incite, 
Till  it  provoke  a  lustful  gluttonie 
Beyond  the  satisfaction  of  the  eye  ; 

Love  is  but  Beauties  creature, 
It  hath  its  being  from  its  Makers  feature  ; 
'Tis  Beautie  deifies 
The  goddesse  Woman, 

She  whom  we  now  so  idolize  ; 
Without  it,  would  be  ador'd  by  no  man. 

3- 
Beautie  is  Magick  works  by  qualities 

Are  lesse  occult,  how  it  doth  charme  the  eyes 

Is  visible,  but  ne're  enough  :  for  still 

The  more  'tis  seen  and  view'd,  more  lovely  'twill 

Appear,  and  tempt  with  stronger  Argument 

Then  the  first  glances  rais'd,  i'th'  cast 

Of  punie  thoughts  and  fancies,  till  at  last 

It  breeds  a  discontent 

Tth'  other  senses,  which  all  mutinie, 

(Starv'd  in  the  surfet  of  the  eye) 

To  share  in  its  delight. 

And  never  lin 

Till  they  are  slain,  or  fairely  win 

The  place  where  Beauties  flags  to  love  invite. 

4- 
Both  eyes  were  made  for  Beautie  purposely, 

The  most  delightful  object  we  can  see, 

'Tis  that  gilds  Cupid's  wings,  and  makes  the  boy 

Be  entertain'd  with  extasies  of  joy  ; 

'Tis 


(3) 

'Tis  the  best  kinde  of  Natures  handicraft, 
Her  choicest  piece  of  pencil-work,  her  draft 

In  colours  to  the  life,  suppose 

The  spotlesse  lilie  and  the  rose^ 

Should  blend  their  damask  and  their  snow^ 
The  mixture  which  doth  flow 
From  their  embrace, 

Is  Beauty  in  its  pride  and  state. 
Which  (ne're  till  then)  I  spi'd  of  late 
In  the  rare  features  of  Amanda's  face. 


LOVE. 


LOve  is  that  harmony  doth  sympathize 
Betwixt  two  soules  tun'd  Diapason-Wise  ; 
'Tis  waking  mans  most  pleasant  dream,  delight 
And  comfort,  makes  day  passe  as  sleep  doth  night, 
'Tis  the  best  part  of  Heav'n  man  hath  on  earth, 

And  heav'n  in  heav'n  'twill  be 
Nothing  but  lovely,  loving  souls  to  see 
Souls  mingling  loves,  love  getting  love  i'th'  birth. 

2. 
Love  is  the  Gordian  knot,  which  once  unti'd 
Or  cut,  gives  way  to  th'  Tyrant  Victors  pride  ; 
'Tis  honest  Cupid's  Atlas  of  the  world ; 

B  2  Into 


(4) 

Into  a  Chaos  all  things  would  be  hurl'd, 
Were't  not  for  love^  the  peoples  hate 

Or  lovBy  make  or  undo 
The  best  of  Kings  and  Kingdomes  too  : 
Love  is  the  moving  sinew  of  the  State. 

3- 

Where  it  is  absent,  nothing  present  is, 

But  envie,  hatred,  malice ,  jealousies , 
Deceit  and  basenesse,  whence  are  alwayes  born 
Horrour  and  anguish,  grief ,  despight  and  scorn, 
Mischief,  revenge  and  wrath,  which  do  torment, 

Distract  and  teare  the  heart, 
Gripe,  and  unhinge  the  man  in  ev'ry  part. 
Till  all  his  bowels  burst,  and  life  be  spent. 

4- 
Love  is  our  Empresse,  all  that  beauteous  be 

Are  maids  of  Honour  to  her  Majestic, 

Yet  Love  to  Beauty  often  Presents  brings, 

Presented  by  the  hands  o'th'  greatest  Kings  ; 

And  'tis  no  wonder  Love  this  course  doth  take, 

That  th'  Mistris  thus  should  see 

Her  maids,  'tis  pretty  ridling  Usurie, 

For  Love  bribes  Love,  for  Love  and  Beauties  sake. 

Love  IS  our  Governesse,  me  thinks  on  high 
I  see  her,  greatest ^oJ^^^^e  in  the  skie, 
Sitting  and  holding  all  in  chaines  ;  I  see 
She  labours  hard,  that  all  things  joyn'd  may  be 
To  their  most  proper  objects  ;  but  base  spight, 
Her  black  Antagonist, 


By 


(5) 

By  man  and  th'  devils  help,  whom  e're  she  list, 
Forces  to  deeds  of  discord^  sinne  and  night. 

6. 
Love  is  mans  health  and  food,  a  wealthie  feast 
Where  Beautie  oft  hath  made  gr^dXjove  her  guest, 
Then  my  Dear,  fairer  then  the  fairest  she, 
Amanda  shall  be  courted  by  Divinity, 
If  in  her  sacred  love  she  prove  devout, 

With  all  the  viand-joyes  that  be 
In  Love,  she  shall  be  fed  eternally. 
Angels  themselves  shall  set  the  banquet  out. 


Against  Platonick  Court-Love 


I. 

NO  greater  comfort  to  well-minded  men, 
Then  'tis  to  love  and  be  belov'd  agen  : 
And  this  sweet  love  h.2ith.  goodnesse  for  its  mother. 
On  which  one  love  doth  still  beget  another  ; 
Though  beautie  nourish  love,  and  make  it  grow, 

Love  feeds  on  other  food. 
Which  is  as  pleasant,  and  as  highly  good  ; 
From  other  richer  sweeter  springs  doth  flow. 

2. 

Love  several  cells  i'th'  wombe,  and  Cradles  hath, 
To  breed  and  rock,  it's  Cupids  in  ;  the  path 
Wherein,  with  close  desire  it  doth  pursue, 
The  started  object  may  be  divers  too  ; 

B  3  But 


(6) 

But  who  the  same  hare  chase,  their  loves  do  hit, 

And  ever  meet  in  this  : 
What  e're  their  feigned  speech  and  progresse  is, 
All  i'  th'  same  sent  do  hunt  and  follow  it. 

.  3-  . 

Loves  of  one  rise,  ne're  differ  in  their  end. 

What  ever  Lovers  in  their  love  pretend, 
Making  blinde  Cupid  nothing  else  but  eye, 
'Tis  counterfeit,  false,  cheating  modestie, 
Whil'st  superficial  beauty  strikes  the  eyes 

The  Consort  heart-strings  move. 
And  play,  within  a  tempting  fit  of  love 
To  ev'ry  sense  ;  love  it  self  multipHes. 

4- 
'Tis  of  a  spreading  nature,  not  content 

To  be  at  stands,  till  all  its  strength  be  spent ; 

It  is  a  pleasant  itch,  infects  the  blood, 

Still  gathers  heat,  whilst  it  receives  its  food  ; 

It  cannot  rest  i'th'  eye,  the  senses  do 

Mingle  joy es,  what  e're  we  see 

And  like,  if  sweet  and  edible  it  be. 

Surely,  we  have  some  minde  to  eate  it  too. 

'Tis  true,  I  know  sometimes  we  use  to  play. 
With  fruit  that's  pleasing  to  the  eye,  and  say, 
'Tis  pittie  troth  to  eat  them,  they're  so  faire, 
So  often  keep  them  till  they  rotten  are, 
Yet  the  teeth  water  while  they  rotting  lie  ; 
But  love  provides  for  you 


To 


(7) 

To  eat  your  apple  and  have  it  too  : 

Cloy  th 'appetite,  and  after  feast  your  eye. 

6. 

Is  Admiration  love  ?  'tis  nothing  so, 

'Tis  but  loves  Herauld,  which  before  doth  go 

To  usher  in  that  Regent  Queen  to  th'  heart, 

Its  Palace-royal ;  only  acts  the  part 

Of  loves  Scenographer,  to  pitch  the  tent 

In  that  Elysian  field. 
Where  it  encamps  ;  the  Ensigne  who  doth  wield 
And  flourish  beauties  flags  of  ornament. 

7- 
Platonick  love  !  'tis  monstrous  heresie. 

Would  scare  an  Adamite,  in's  innocencie  : 

No  Eunuch  holds  it,  but  where  e're  he  likes 

And  loves  the  bait,  at  least  in  wish  he  strikes  ; 

And  curses  him  that  blanch 't  him  so  ;  the  Nun 

When  she  can  please  her  eye. 

Though  her  vow  curb  her  thoughts,  yet  happily 

She  wishes  all  that  might  be  done,  were  done. 

8. 
Platonick  love,  if  love  it  call'd  may  be, 
Is  nothing  elfe  but  lust  in  'ts  infancie  ; 
Lust  in  the  wombe  of  thought,  which  stayes  not  there, 
(If  thought  miscarry  not  through  startling  fear,) 
But  comes  abroad  and  lives,  doth  act  and  move 

To  reach  its  centre-end  ; 
And  in  the  birth,  (both  which  the  childe  commend,) 
Fancie  is  Midwife,  Beauty  Nurse  to  Love. 

B  4  9.  Love 


(8) 

.  9-. 

Love  only  plac't  in  Admiration  ! 

Complacencie  in  Contemplation ! 

Love  and  no  Cupid !  It  can  never  be, 

To  fancie  beautie  is  thoughts  venerie  : 

'Tis  new-borne  childish  lust,  which  puling  lies, 

Like  th'  babe  more  innocent 
I'th'  Cradle  then  the  standing  stool,  where  pent 
It  gads,  and  at  each  pleasing  object  flies. 

10. 

Love  flowes  like  time,  our  motions  cause  and  measure  ; 

What's  past  is  lost ;  the  life  of  all  our  pleasure, 

Is  in  our  present  instant  joy  ;  but  yet 

As  thoughts  of  past  injoyments  do  beget 

New  hopes,  and  those  new  hopes  get  new  desire, 

Which  differs  not,  but  is  all  one 
With  lustful  love  and  fond  devotion, 
So  last  nights  sparks  kindle  the  morning  fire. 

II. 
Nor  doth  a  glance  only  a  glance  beget, 
One  lookes  gets  love,  the  next  doth  nourish  it, 
And  so  the  next,  and  next,  and  th'  other  doth. 
Till  it  attain  and  rise  to  *ts  perfect  growth  : 
I  must  confesse  love  may  be  starv'd,  or  fed 

With  dazie  roots  or  so. 
But  let  it  take  its  course,  'twill  surely  grow 
To  flames,  and  though 't  must  lose  its  maiden-head. 

12. 

If  beauty  do  but  once  inslave  the  eyes, 
It  straight  takes  captive  all  tht  faculties ; 

The 


(9) 

The  Soul  invites  the  senses  to  a  feast, 
Wishing  the  object  would  allow  each  guest 
The  dish  it  liketh  most,  it  would  employ 

(If  nothing  hinder  from  without) 
Contrive,  and  lay  its  utmost  powers  out 
T'  enrich  it  selfe  with  loves  most  wealthie  joy. 

13- 
Affection  is  not  fed  to  please  one  sense, 

'Tis  ne're  maintained  at  so  high  expence 

Of  spirits,  to  so  small  and  poor  intents, 

As  t'  have  a  thing  to  please  with  complements  : 

In  such  love-masques y  what  e're  we  speak  or  do, 

Surely  there  is  some  promise  made 

[Which  hopes  2ind  fancie  easily  perswade] 

That  we  shall  please  our  other  senses  too. 

That  love  Camelion-like  can  live  by  aire 
Of  womens  breath,  without  some  better  fare  ; 
That  man  can  love,  and  yet  confine  his  blisse 
To  th'  outside  kickshaw  pleasure  ofakisse, 
Nay,  be  surpriz'd  with  such  thin  joyes  as  these, 

And  like  them  too  ;  yet  wish  no  more, 
Platonick  love  !  Say  Plato  kept  a  whore. 
And  lost  his  smell-smock  nose  by  th'  French  disease. 

15-         ,    , 
Well  my  Amanda ^  'tis  no  glance  o'th  eye 

I  court  thee  for,  that  will  not  satisfie  ; 

'Tis  not  the  pretty  babies  there  I  praise, 

As  if  to  love  were  nothing  but  to  gaze  ; 

No,  guesse  the  best ;  that  love  what  e're  it  be. 

Chaste, 


(    10) 

Chaste,  lawful,  clean,  sincere, 
And  without  smoke,  if  it  be  any  where  ; 
*Tis,  'tis  Amanda  betwixt  thee  and  me. 


A  Mistris. 


A 


Mistris  is  not  what  the  fancie  makes  her. 
But  what  her  vertue  and  her  beautie  speaks  her  ; 
She  is  a  jewel,  which  a  rich  esteem 
Values  below  its  worth,  she  doth  not  deem 
Each  servant  mad  in  love,  but  reconciles 
Their  feares  and  hopes,  she  only  smiles 
When  others  laugh  and  giggle  ;  her  lips  severe 
And  close,  as  if  each  kisse  a  promise  were  : 
Fresh  as  the  blossomes  of  the  Apple-tree, 
Sweet  in  the  perfumes  of  Virginitie  : 
She  puts  a  price  on  love  ;  not  proudly  coy, 
But  modest  in  returnes  ;  the  life  of  joy 
Which  she  conceives,  i'th 'thought  o'th'  nuptial  bed, 
Is  not  the  losing  of  her  Maiden-head, 
Or  some  such  ticklish  point,  but  to  unite 
And  knit  her  Bridegrooms  soul  in  the  delight 
Of  a  close  twine,  and  when  their  lips  do  greet, 
She  mingles  flesh,  that  heart  with  heart  may  meet. 
She's  wary  in  her  gift  and  choice,  but  yet 
Like  an  enchanted  Lady  doth  not  set, 
Making  her  Lover  a. green-armour- Knight 

In 


( " ) 

In  a  Romance-adventure,  who  must  fight 
With  monstrous  giants,  and  with  conqu'ring  hand 
Win  her  from  2i  fantastick-fairie-land ; 
No  she's  discreetly  chaste,  not  fond  oilove, 
Nor  cruel  in  her  frownes  ;  her  heart  doth  move 
Poys'd  with  her  servants  worth,  and  the  advice 
Of  her  good  friends  ;  she's  neither  cold  as  ice, 
Nor  yet  inflam'd  ;  she's  neat  and  delicate, 
Yet  not  lascivious  in  her  dresse  ;  her  gate 
Tempting,  yet  not  affected,  it  hath  more 
Of  nature  then  the  dance ;  her  cast  o'th'  eye 
Is  amorous,  yet  not  a  glance  doth  flie. 
That  hath  a  sparkle  of  lust ;  she's  all  divine. 
And  to  be  courted  like  a  Cherubin  : 
Such  is  Amanda,  who  deserves  to  be 
Mistris  in  Cupids  Universitie. 


In  praise  of  Amanda's  heautie. 


THe  daring  and  most  learned  Grotius  Writ, 
(I  must  not  venture,  though  to  credit  it,) 
The  book  of  Canticles  was  made  in  love  : 
Love  to  some  tempting  beauty,  which  did  move, 
Turne  and  command  the  wisest  Solomons  heart, 
Forcing  a  King  to  play  the  Courtiers  part : 
The  little  foxes  which  so  much  displease. 
In  spoiling  of  his  Vine,  are  littley?^^^, 

Rude 


(    12) 

Rude  fleas  which  still  leave  freckles,  where  they  stood 
To  suck  the  Nectar  of  a  Ladies  blood : 

But  who  so  e're  that  royal  creature  were, 
Compared  to  all  that's  good  beyond  compare, 
To  whom  that  Prince  the  Song  of  Songs  did  sing, 
Though  to  the  daughter  of  th'  Egyptian  King, 
Or  some  more  lovely  am'rous  Concubine, 
My  faire  Amanda  who  is  more  divine, 
Can  make  me,  if  my  heart  she  breath  upon, 
Court  her  bevond  the  Critick's  Solomon. 


His  love  to  Amanda. 


*'  I  ^Here's  nought  like  ia\st  thatpleaseth  me, 
"■-  loti^,  ioiir,  ^mantta,  lobi  to  thee ; 
My  fancie  hath  no  other  theam. 
Nor  while  I  'wake,  nor  while  I  dream  ; 
Not  gold,  that's  made  z  god  by  men  ; 
Not  gold,  which  makes  men  gods  agen  ; 
Gold  which  makes  men  most  sordidly, 
To  Mules  and  Asses  bend  the  knee  ; 
Not  Honour,  Glory,  or  Renown, 
To  have  my  name  flie  up  and  down  : 
No  title  of  Worship  pleaseth  me, 
'Tis  every  Beggars  briberie  ; 
I  nothing  will  commit  to  Fame, 
Only  my  dear  Amanda's  name ; 
I  only  care  to  live  with  thee, 

To 


(  13) 

To  live  without  thee  death  'twill  be  : 

I  en  vie  not  the  Heirs  delight, 

The  hound  in' s  course,  the  hawke  in's  flight 

Love  playes  a  httttrgame  with  me, 

I  alwayes  hawke  and  hunt  for  thee  ; 

I  ne're  frequent  the  bowling green^ 

In  those  mad  antick  postures  seen, 

Where  in  their  bowles  men  court  and  pray. 

And  curse  and  swear  their  time  away  : 

On  what  designe  so  e're  I  go, 

Whatever  bowle  it  be  I  throw, 

Amanda's  hand  doth  bias  it, 

She  is  the  Mistris  I  would  hit : 

If  with  thy  voice  thou  blesse  my  eare, 

May  /  no  other  Musick  hear  ; 

/'le  never  drink  one  drop  of  wine, 

May  /  but  sip  those  lips  of  thine  ; 

/'le  never  go  abroad  to  feast : 

Oh  that  /were  thy  constant ^wes^ ! 

How  gladly  would  /make  on ^om. 

My  breakfast  and  my  Beaver  too  ! 

On  thee  /'d  alwayes  dine  and  sup, 

Oh  /  could  almost  eate  thee  up  ! 

All  night  on  thee  might  Ihefed^ 

I  supperlesse  would  go  to  bed  : 

Thy  sweetest  flesh  if /might  taste  ^ 

'Fore  such  2i  feast  who  would  not  fast  ? 

No  greater  pleasure  can  /  seek , 

Then  'tis  to  kisse  thy  blushing  cheek  : 

No  further  joy  will  /  demand, 

Then 


(  14) 

Then  'tis  to  touch  thy  lilie  hand ; 
My  heart  so  Hvely  ne're  doth  move, 
As  when  /  heare  thee  call  me  love  ; 
No  flowers  pleasant  are  to  me, 
But  roses  which  do  smell  of  thee  : 
The  primrose  and  the  violet, 
Which  from  thy  brest  their  odours  get ; 
No  rich  delights  can  please  my  eyes, 
With  all  their  coloured  rarities  ; 
But  those  that  represent  my  Faire, 
Such  as  the  matchlesse  tulips  are. 
Where  Beautie's  flourish't  flags  invite, 
/'th'  purest  streames  oi  red  and  white. 

Here,  here,  Amanda,  take  my  heart, 
There's  my  soul  where  e're  thou  art : 
/'le  be  thy  Monarch,  thou  to  me 
A  Kingdom  and  a  Queen  shalt  be  : 
7'le  be  the  Elme,  and  thou  the  Vine 
About  me  close  shall  twist  and  twine  ; 
And  whil'st  my  Dear  like  th'  Ivie  cleaves. 
The  Oak  shall  bend  to  kisse  her  leaves  ; 
/'le  be  thy  Landlord,  and  content, 
My  body  be  thy  tenement ; 
/'le  be  thy  Landlord,  and  consent 
That  thou  with  kisses  pay  me  rent ; 
Then  shall  /^me  thee  o're  and  o're, 
And  daily  raise  my  rent  the  more  : 

'Tis  thee,  my  Dear,  I  love  alone. 
No  beautie  drawes  me  but  thine  own  ; 
/  ne  're  shall  see ,  /  ne  're  shall  finde 

An- 


(  IS) 

Another  so  much  to  my  minde  ; 
Should  /  pick,  and  chuse,  and  cull 
Amongst  a  whole  Seraglio  full : 
There's  nought  like  love  thatpleaseth  me, 
Love,  love,  Amanda,  love  to  thee. 


To  Amanda  doubting  her  mortality. 


T  Cannot  be  an  Atheist  in  my  love  ; 
-*■  And  as  the  dull  Cretenses  did  for  Jove, 
Build  thee  a  Sepulchre,  no,  goddesse,  no  ; 
/nee 're  shall  weeping  to  thy  grave-stone  go, 
And  beg  thy  lovely  ^^o^^,  to  represent 
To  one  short  glance  thy  beauties  monument ; 
Nor  haunt  the  melancholy  tombes,  to  try 
/f  my  strong  fancie  can  possesse  my  eye, 
With  a  blest  shadow,  like  to  thee  my  Faire, 
Drawing  thy  portraitcure  and  shape  i'th'  aire  ; 
Then  gaze  and  wonder  till  my  soul  desert 
Its  trembling  dust,  and  where  thou  never  wert, 
Flie  t'  an  imbrace  ;  then  look  so  long  about, 
To  finde  my  fancies  vanish' t  Consort  out ; 
Till  my  unruly  Atomes  dispossesse 
The  Agent  spirits  of  their  Governesse  ; 
And  me  to  marble  feare  do  petrifie. 
Leaving  my  hand  to  write  thy  Elegie  : 

No,  these  are  dreams  fit  for  an  /nfidel. 
Whose  saucie  reason  doth  'gainst  faith  rebel ; 


/'m 


(i6) 

I'm  better  taught,  and  with  an  Eagles  eye, 

Admit  the  rayes  of  thy  Divinity  ; 

Diana  bathes  her  in  the  purer  Springs 

Of  thy  chaste  blood  ;  and  when  Amanda  sings, 

My  greedy  eares  let  chanting  Angels  in. 

And  each  notes  Eccho  calls  thee  Cherubin  : 

Even  at  noon,  thy  blushing  modes  tie 

Calls  up  Aurora  ;  Canst  thou  mortal  be  ? 

Then  Venus  and  t\\t  graces  too  must  die. 

For  they're  confin'd,  and  hve  within  thine  eye. 


A  Sacrifice  to  Amanda. 


I. 

I  Have  an  eye  for  her  that's  fair, 
An  eare  for  her  that  sings. 
Yet  don't  I  care 
For  golden  haire, 
/scorne  the  portion  lech'ry  brings. 
To  baudy  beautie  /'m  a  churle, 
And  hate  though  a  melodious  girle 
Her  that  is  nought  but  aire. 

2. 

/have  a  heart  for  her  that's  kinde, 
A  lip  for  her  that  smiles  ; 
But  if  her  minde 
Be  hke  the  winde, 
/'d  rather  foot  it  twenty  miles, 

Then 


(  17) 

Then  kisse  a  lasse  whose  moisture  reeks, 
Lest  in  her  clammie  glew-pie  cheeks 
/  leave  my  beard  behinde. 

3- 
Is  thy  voice  mellow,  is  it  smart  ? 

Art  Venus  for  thy  heautie  ? 

/fkinde  and  tart, 

And  chaste  thou  art, 

Then  am  /  bound  to  do  thee  dutie  : 

Though  pretty  Mai,  or  bonnie  Kate^ 

Hast  thou  one  haire  adulterate, 

I'm  blinde,  and  deaf,  and  out  of  heart. 

Amanda,  thou  art  faire,  well-bred. 
Harmonious,  sweetly  kinde ; 
If  thou  wilt  wed 
My  Virgin-bed, 
And  taste  my  love,  thou  'rt  to  my  minde  ; 
Take  hands,  lips,  heart  and  eyeSy 
All  are  too  mean  a  sacrifice 

To  th'  Altar  of  thy  maiden-head. 


To  Amanda  putting  flowers  in  her  bosome. 


TIs  not  the  pinck  I  gaze  upon. 
Nor  th'  pleasant  Cowslip  I  look  on  ; 
No  nor  the  lovely  violet^ 
Shutting  Its  purple  Cabinet : 

c  Nor 


(i8) 

Nor  the  white  lilie  now  and  than, 
For  envie  looking  pale  and  wan  : 
Nor  th'  ruddie  scarlet  damask  rose^ 
Like  thy  lips  where  Coral  growes  ; 
Nor  th'  yellow  Caltha,  whose  fair  leaves, 
From  thy  bright  beauty  day  receives  ; 
That  gilt  Sunne-dial  which  doth  catch 
And  hug  the  Sun-beames,  Natures  watch. 
Which  by  its  strange  horoscopie, 
To  the  working  whispering  Bee, 
What  time  of  day  'twas  once  did  tell, 
Now  like  the  pretty  Pimpernel^ 
When  shut,  when  open  it  shall  lie. 
Takes  its  direction  from  thine  eye  : 
No  nor  the  primrose,  though  it  be 
Modest,  and  simper  too  like  thee  : 
Which  gladly  spoiled  of  its  balme. 
Mingled  its  moisture  with  thy  palme, 
Ravish 't  this  morning  in  its  bed, 
Bequeath'd  thy  hand  its  maiden-head. 

No,  but  the  rarest  of  the  bower, 
Leap-up- come-kisse  me,  is  the  flower  ; 
I  look  to  see  how  that  lookes  proud 
Made  in  thy  bosome  Cupids  shroud, 
Then  whil'st  you  there  those  flowers  strow. 
My  love  doth  in  Procession  go  ; 
Cupid  awakes,  and  is  not  dead. 
His  shroud's  2.  garland  on  his  head  ; 
Thou'dst  make  aposie  fit  for  me. 
Oh  that  my  hand  might  gather  thee. 

Or 


(  19) 

Or  could  those  flowers  leave  me  when  they  die, 
Those  sweeter  flower-pots  a  legacie. 


To  Amanda,  over-hearing  her  sing. 


"LTEark  to  the  changes  of  the  trembling  aire  ! 
■*■  -^What  Nightingals  do  play  in  consort  there  ! 
See  in  the  clouds  the  Cherubs  listen  yon, 
Each  Angel  with  an  Otocousticon  ! 
Heark  how  she  shakes  the  palsie  element. 
Dwells  on  that  note,  as  if  'twould  ne'er  be  spent ! 
What  a  sweet  fall  was  there  !  how  she  catch 't  in 
That  parting  aire,  and  ran  it  o're  agen  ! 
In  emulation  of  that  dying  breath. 
Linnets  would  straine  and  sing  themselves  to  death  ; 
Once  more  to  hear  that  melting  Eccho  move, 
Narcissus-like,  who  would  not  die  in  love  ! 

Sing  on  sweet  Chauntresse  soul  of  melodic  ; 
Closely  attentive  to  thy  harmonic  : 
The  Heavens  check 't  and  stop't  their  rumbling 
And  all  the  world  turn'd  it  self  into  eares ;    (spheres, 
But  if  in  silence  thy  race  once  appear. 
With  all  those  jewels  which  are  treasur'd  there. 
And  shew  that  beautie  which  so  farre  out-vies 
Thy  voice  ;  'twill  quickly  change  its  eares  for  eyes. 


C2  To 


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To  Amanda  Reading. 


WHat  Book  or  subject,  Fairest,  can  it  be, 
Which  can  instruct,  deUght  or  pleasure  thee  ? 
Poems  !  Kisse  me  but  once  and  /'le  out- vie 
The  Authors  Master-piece  of  Poetrie  ; 
And  rather  then  not  win  and  please  thee  in't, 
All  the  nine  Muses  shall  be  drest  in  print ; 
rie  quaffe  Vyrene  off,  and  write  a  line 
Shall  charm  Amanda^ s  heart,  and  make  her  mine, 
71 'e  drink  a  Helicon  of  sack  to  thee. 
And  fox  thy  sense  with  Lovers  stuponie. 

Reade  on  my  Fairest,  I  am  reading  too, 
A  better  book,  my  Dear,  /'m  reading  you  ; 
A  fine  neat  volume,  and  full  fraught  with  wit. 
The  womans  best  Encomium  e're  was  writ ; 
Off  of  my  hook  I  never  cast  my  eye, 
A  Scholar  I  shall  be  most  certainly  ; 
Nay,  who  so  er'e  derives  his  learning  hence, 
Doctor  of  Civil  Court-ship  may  commence  ; 
For  who  (my  pretty  Fancie)  reades  but  thee, 
Reades  o're  a  whole  Vatican  Librarie 
Of  womans  worth,  most  women  in  compare 
But  Ballads,  Pamphlets  and  Diurnals  are  : 
TTie  life  and  beauty  of  Art  and  Learning  is 
/'th'  very  Prejace  and  the  Frontispice  ; 
/fin  my  Study  reade  thee  o're  /might, 

Oh 


(21    ) 

Oh  /  could  con  my  lesson  day  and  night ; 
/and  my  book  in  all  things  treat  of  thee, 
Then  prethy  dedicate  thy  book  to  me  ; 
Make  me  the  binding  to't,  /only  plead 
/  may  be  cover  to  the  book  /  read. 

On  these  my  lines  if  e're  thou  chance  to  look, 
Reade  me,  Amanda,  when  thou  read'st  my  book  ; 
If  in  the  print  there  any  errours  be. 
Accuse  the  carelesse  Presse,  and  blame  not  me. 


To  Amanda  leaving  him  alone. 

WHat  businesse  calls  thee  hence,  and  calls  not 
My  businesse  ever  is  to  wait  on  thee  ;  (me  } 

Therefore  where  e're  you  go 

/  must  go  too 
What  e're  your  businesse  is, 
Bee't  that  or  this  : 
Yet  still  my  businesse  is  to  wait  on  you  ; 
Nay  prethy,  my  Dearest,  why. 

So  coy  and  shie  ? 
Yes,  yes,  you'l  come  agen, 

But  prethy  when  ? 
Here  must  /  moap  alone  ; 

Whil'st  you  some  other  love, 
Or  in  your  Cabinet  above. 
Some  letters  doat  upon. 
Which  teach  you  how  to  say  me  nay  ; 

c  3  But 


(  22  ) 

But  know,  Amanda,  if  too  long  you  stay, 
My  soul  shall  vanish  into  aire, 
And  haunt  and  dodge  thee  ev'ry  where. 
'Tis  fit  when  thou  tak'st  Heav'n  from  me, 
Thou  take  at  least  mv  soul  with  thee. 


S 


A  melancholly  Fit, 

Ad  newes  was  sent  me  that  a  friend  was  dead, 
It  dash't  my  braines,  and  my  dull  heavy  head, 
Drowsie  with  thoughts  of  death,  could  hardly  be 
Supported  in  its  doleful  agonie  ; 
Nature  was  lost,  grief  stop't,  my  circling  blood. 
All  things  alike  were  ill,  and  nothing  good  ; 
Awak't  I  dream 't,  then  round  about  /  saw 
Death  sable  Curtains  of  confusion  draw  ; 
All  things  were  black  where  e're  I  cast  my  eye, 
The  wainscot  walls  mourn 'd  in  dark  Ebonie, 
My  giddy  fancie  into  th'  earth  did  sink, 
I  wept,  and  saw  the  clouds  weep  teares  of  ink  ; 
Ruine  and  death  me  thoughts  were  penitent. 
And  did  in  sheets  and  vailes  their  sinnes  lament : 
Then  ghosts  and  shades  in  mourning  did  I  see, 
All  threw  deaths-htdids,  and  dead  mens  bones  at  me  ; 
But  when  the  pale  Idea  of  my  friend 
Past  by,  I  wish't  my  life  were  at  an  end  ; 
And  courting-night  to  shut  my  sullen  eyes, 
In  came  Amanda,  and  did  me  surprise  ; 

Taught 


(23    ) 

Taught  me  to  live  in  death,  kist  me,  and  then 
Out  of  a  Chaos  made  me  man  agen. 

An  Enthusiasm  to  Amsmda  feasting. 

COme  fill  a  glasse  with  the  best  blood  o'th'  Vine, 
Troth  it  looks  well ;  'tis  a  fresh  vaulting  wine  : 
A  perfum'd  Nectar,  yet  beyond  compare, 
Amanda^s  lips  more  brisk  and  lively  are  ; 
See,  see,  here's  pretty  Hebe  brings  irom  Jove 
A  golden  Cup  fill'd  to  the  brims  in  love  ! 
Amongst  the  tipling,§'o^^,  me  thinks  /see 
Blithe  purple-fac't  Augustus  drink  to  thee  : 
Come,  ye  immortal  Feasters,  quaffe  it  round, 
With  heads  in  stead  of  hats  flung  to  the  ground  ; 
I/ay  down  your  godheads  in  tdolatrie, 
Turne  Priests  to  my  Amanda's  Deity ; 
Ne'er  fear  to  stoop  and  change  your  selves  to  men, 
Amanda  can  create  you  gods  agen. 


To  Amanda  pledging  him. 


TLTOw  the  wine  smiles,  and  as  she  sips, 
■■-  -'- Tempts  her  most  sweet,  coy,  modest  lips  ! 
The  Claret  friskes,  and  faine  it  woo'd 
Help  its  pale  colour  in  her  blood, 

C4  And 


(24) 

And  mingling  spirits  hopes  to  be 
Within  her  veines  immortallie ; 
I  envie  it  perhaps  for  ever, 
It  may  dwell  within  her  liver ; 
Howe 're  'twill  be  conveighed  at  least 
Through  the  chaste  cloysters  of  thy  breast, 
And  entertain 'd  before  it  part, 
In  both  the  chambers  of  tliy  heart ; 
Oh  might  I  too  obtaine  my  Faire, 
Such  friendly  entertainment  there  : 
Most  happy  man  then  should  I  be, 
As  thv  heart-blood  is  dear  to  thee. 


To  Amanda  drinking  to  him. 


A  Better  Cordial  Heaven  cannot  give, 
Sprinkle  a  dead  man  with't,  'twill  make  him  live  ; 
And  force  the  soul,  hudling  its  atomes  up 
To  a  retreat  only  to  kisse  the  Cup  ; 
'Tis  a  soul-saving  kindnesse,  can  recal 
Love  to  a  frolick  in  its  Funeral  : 
My  heart  shall  ne'er  be  sad  more  through  despair, 
I  feel  a  world  of  Heavens  created  there  ; 
I  conceive  swarmes  of  Cupids  newly  born. 
To  which  Amanda's  Midwife  ;  I'le  be  sworn. 
My  flesh  turnes  all  to  Cupids ;  here,  and  there 
How  /  engender  Cupids  ev'ry  where  ! 
Still  I  teem  Cupid's  ;  Cupids  chaste  and  pure, 


(  25  ) 

I  shall  be  eaten  up  with  Cupids  sure  ; 

On  my  chap't  heart  I  feel  them  creep  about, 

Like  Emmets  at  their  crannies  in  and  out ; 

More  and  more  Cupids  still  are  borne  anew, 

And  all  these  Cupids  arc  begot  on  you  ; 

You  are  their  Mother-nurse  ;  Dear,  prethy  then 

Drink  to  thy  Dearest  once  agen. 

Then  Tie  be  all  o're  Cupids,  my  best  blood 

Shall  be  their  drink,  my  heart  their  chiefest  food  ; 

Cupids  shall  eate  me  whil'st  thou  drink 'st  to  me. 

Eate  whil'st  /  pledge  thee  too  ;  who  would  not  be 

Meat  for  such  pretty  loving  zvormes  my  Faire, 

Such  loving  zvormes  as  these  sweet  Cupids  are  ? 

Whil'st  me  their  feast  these  wormes,  these  Cupids  have, 

Amanda  shall  interre  me,  she's  my  grave. 


To  Amanda  not  drinking  off  her  wine. 


I. 
pish,  modest  tipler,  to't  agen 
-*•       My  sweetest  joy, 

The  wine's  not  coy 

As  women  are  ; 
My  Dearest  puling,  prethie  then, 

Prethie,  My  Faire, 
Once  more  bedew  those  Hps  of  thine. 
Mend  thy  draught,  and  mend  the  wine. 

2.  iSince 


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2. 

Since  it  hath  tasted  of  thy  lip, 

(Too  quickly  cloy'd) 

How  overjoy'd, 

It  cheerfully 
Invites  thee  to  another  sip  ! 

Me  thinks  I  see 
(The  wine  perfum'd  by  thee,  my  Faire,) 
Bacchus  himself  is  dabling  there. 

3. 
Once  more,  dear  soul,  nay  prethy  trie  ; 

Bathe  that  cherrie 

In  the  sherry  ; 

The  jocant  wine, 
Which  sweetly  smiles,  and  courts  thy  eye, 

As  more  divine. 
Though  thou  take  none  to  drink  to  me, 
Takes  pleasure  to  be  drunk  by  thee, 

4. 
Nay,  my  Fair,  off  with't,  off  with't  clean  ; 

Well  I  perceive 

Why  this  you  leave, 

My  love  reveales. 
And  makes  me  guess  what  'tis  you  mean, 

Because  at  meales 
My  lips  are  kept  from  kissing  thee. 
Thou  need'st  must  kisse  theglasse  to  me. 


To 


(27) 


To  Amanda  upon  her  smile. 


HOw  in  the  joy  of  strength  me  thinks  I  finde, 
Armies  of  pleasures  troop  and  storme  my  mind  ! 
How  with  a  Giants  armes  /could  embrace, 
And  closely  clasp  my  sweet  she  Boniface  ! 
Amanda  gave  a  pleasant  glance,  and  while 
Her  flowrie  lips  bloom'd  in  the  modest  smile. 
Winter  withdrew,  I  felt  a  forward  spring. 
As  when  great  Birtha  doth  Elixir  bring. 
To  drench  the  boughs,  which  by  her  Chymistrie, 
Mantles  i'th'  blossomes  of  the  Apple-tree, 
Stil'd  from  the  cloysters  of  the  spungie  earth  ; 
Dead  drunk  I  was,  and  all  embalm'd  in  mirth  ; 
Heaven  past  through  my  soul ;  th'  Elysian  fields, 
Are  but  mere  shadowes  of  the  joy  it  yields  : 
My  heart-strings  move  in  tune,  to  its  Almains 
My  panting  breast  keeps  time  ;  through  all  my  veins, 
Bubling  in  wantonness,  now  here,  now  there, 
My  fresh  blood  frisks  in  circles  every  where  : 
Thus  in  the  Court  the  fawning  Favourite, 
When  from  the  King  his  Master  he  can  get 
One  pleasing  look,  with  vigour  tuggs  and  hales, 
Hope  and  Ambition  hoist  his  full-cheek't  sailes 
Top  and  top-gallant-wise ,  worth  or  no  worth 
Into  preferments  Ocean  lancheth  forth, 
Thus  the  blithe  Merchant,  when  with  even  train. 

His 


(28) 

His  wealthie  vessel  glides  through  th'  marble  main, 
Hugs  his  good  fortune,  and  begins  to  sport. 
While  Neptune  kindly  laughs  him  to  the  Port, 
Propitious  lights  which  at  my  birth  did  shine 
My  Starr es  speak  dotage  in  this  smile  of  thine. 


I 


To  Amanda  his  friend,  desiring  him 
to  fall  to. 


A  Thousand  thanks,  good  Sir,  thanks  for   your 
(cheer. 
And  this  good  signe  of  welcome  to  your  feast ; 
K  you  observe  your  guest, 
How  heartily  he  feeds 
On  these  delicious  viands  here : 
You'l  finde  his  love  no  invitation  needs, 
Beleeve  me,  Sir,  I  do  not  spare. 

2. 

/am  all  appetite,  my  hungry  minde 
Feeds  almost  to  a  surfeit  on  desire. 
This  dish  'tis  I  admire. 
No  cates  so  sweet  as  these ; 
Here,  here,  I  feed,  here  I  am  pin'd  ; 
And  starv'd  with  meat,  these ]\xncditQS  only  please, 
Hither  my  senses  are  confin'd. 

3- 
Here's  my  rich  banquet,  hither  the  little  lad 

Cupid 


(29) 

Cupid  invites  ;  in  sugar  here  are  store, 
Of  sweet  meats  candid  o're, 
From  those  faire  lips  I  see 
What  choice  of  Conserves  may  be  had, 
The  modest  cherrie  and  the  barberrie. 
The  best  and  sweetest  marmalade. 

4- 
Here  I  can  taste  the  grape  and  mulberrie, 

No  blush  of  fruits  (though  served  in  they  are 

In  pure  white  China  ware) 

Is  like  those  cheeks  of  thine, 

Where  the  freshest  straw-berries  be, 

Most  finely  tipled  in  brisk  Claret-wine, 

Me  thinks  they  seem  to  swim  to  me. 

.  5- 

Beauty  in  stead  of  tempting  sauce  doth  wooe. 

Love  feeds  my  heart,  love  feeds  my  eyes, 
I  for  no  rarities 
Of  quailes  and  phesants  wish 
(Sir,  I  am  well-corn' dwell  by  you) 
Amanda  is  my  first  and  second  dish  : 

Would  she  would  make  we  well-come  too. 


To  Amanda  desirous  to  go  to  bed. 


CJLeepie,  my  Dear  ?  yes,  yes,  I  see 
^Morpheus  is  fall'n  in  love  with  thee, 
Morpheus  J  my  worst  of  rivals,  tries 

To 


(  30) 

To  draw  the  Curtains  of  thine  eyes  ; 

And  fanns  them  with  his  wing  asleep, 

Makes  drowsie  love  play  at  bopeep  ; 

How  prettily  his  feathers  blow, 

Those  fleshie  shuttings  to  and  fro  ! 

Oh  how  he  makes  me  Tantalize 

With  those  faire  Apples  of  thine  eyes  ! 

Equivocates  and  cheats  me  still, 

Opening  and  shutting  at  his  will ; 

Now  both  now  one,  the  doting  god 

Playes  with  thine  eyes  at  even  and  odde  ; 

My  stamm'ring  tongue  doubts  which  it  might 

Bid  thee  good-morrow  or  good-night ; 

So  thy  eyes  twinkle  brighter  farre, 

Then  the  bright  trembling,  ev'ning  starre  ; 

So  a  waxe  taper  burnt  within 

The  socket  playes  at  out  and  in  : 

Thus  doth  Morpheus  court  thine  eye, 
]\Ieaning  there  all  night  to  lie  ; 
Cupid  and  he  play  hoop-all  hid, 
Thy  eye  's  their  bed  and  cover-lid  ; 

Fairest,  let  me  thy  night-clothes  aire, 
Come  rie  unlace  thy  stomacher  ; 
Make  me  thy  maiden-chamber-man, 
Or  let  me  be  thy  warming-pan  ; 
Oh  that  I  might  but  lay  my  head 
At  thy  beds  feet  i'th'  trundle-bed  ; 
Then  in  the  morning  e're  I  rose 
I'd  kisse  thy  pretty  pettitoes. 
Those  smaller  feet,  with  which  i'th'  day 

My 


(3'  ) 

My  love  so  neatly  trips  away  : 

Since  you  I  must  not  wait  upon, 
Most  modest  Lady,  I'le  be  gone, 
And  though  I  cannot  sleep  with  thee, 
Oh  may  my  dearest  dream  of  me, 
All  the  night  long  dream  that  we  move 
To  the  main  centre  of  our  love  ; 
And  if  /  chance  to  dream  of  thee, 
Oh  may  /  dream  eternallie  : 
Dream  that  we  freely  act  and  play, 
Those  postures  which  we  dream  by  day. 
Spending  our  thoughts  i'th'  best  delight. 
Chaste  dreams  allow  of  in  the  night. 


To  Amanda  going  to  Prayer. 


CJTay,  stay,  Amanda,  take  a  wish  from  me, 
^  And  blesse  a  cushion  with  thy  softer  knee  ; 
Whither  are  all  those  \ir gin- Angels  gone, 
Who  strew  their  wings,  for  thee  to  knee  upon. 
Those  pretty  pinion'd  boyes,  fat,  plump  and  faire. 
Who  joy  to  be  the  Ecchoes  of  thy  prayer. 
Those  golden  Cupids  fall'n  in  love  with  thee 
Thy  little  Nuncioes  to  thy  Deitie. 

Prethy,  Amanda,  Dearest,  prethy  stay, 
The  Cushion,  wench  !  where  art }  come  bring't  away ; 
You  use  your  Mistris  kindly  ;  here,  my  love, 
Come  kneel  upon't,  and  kneel  to  none  hut  Jove : 

What 


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What  o'th'  bare  boards  !  no  sure  it  cannot  be, 
Look  how  they  sink,  and  will  not  touch  thy  knee  ; 
They  dare  not  sinne  so  fsrre  (my  Dear)  to  presse 
That  flesh,  and  make  it  know  their  stubbornnesse, 
Were  there  no  bones  within,  thou  should 'st  command 
Under  each  tender  Imee  thy  lover's  hand  ; 
Nay,  my  Amanda,  take  my  better  part, 
And  at  thy  prayers  kneel  upon  my  heart. 


On  Amanda  praying. 


AManda  kneel' d,  T  straight  a  Canopie 
Of  Saints  and  Angels  o're  her  head  did  see  ; 
Amanda pr ay' dy  and  all  the  Spheres  stood  still. 
The  Heavens  bow'd,  and  stoop 't  to  know  her  will : 
She  pray' d  with  zeal,  and  then  the  chanting  quires 
Of  Cherub's y  listening  to  her  chaste  desires, 
Stop't  their  sweet  Anthems  ;  still  Amanda  pray' d ; 
Then  on  her  bosome  her  pure  hand  she  laid, 
Call'd  for  her  heart,  and  lifting  up  her  eyes. 
Turned  her  prayer  into  sacrifice  ; 
Her  heart  was  fix't,  She  more  and  more  devout. 
Did  sob  and  groan  as  if  she'd  sigh  it  out ; 
At  length  she  wept,  but  could  not  shed  a  tear 
To  wash  her  cheeks,  or  th'  roses  that  grew  there. 
Fine,  pretty  lads  came  thick  about  her  still, 
Their  Crystal  bottles  at  her  eyes  to  fill ; 

Some 


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Some  lodg'd  upon  her  lips,  all  as  they  passe, 
Hover,  and  make  her  eye  their  Looking-glasse  ; 
Some  set  upon  her  cheeks,  hard  by  the  springs. 
Her  blush  reflecting  on  their  golden  wings, 
Some  on  her  eye-lids  sate,  so  greedy  were, 
They  spoil'd  the  pearle,  and  snatch 't  at  half  a  tear 

At  last  she  ended  all  in  giving  praise. 
Her  head  was  sainted  with  a  crown  of  rayes, 
Then  I  no  longer  could  Spectator  be, 
Amanda's  glory  had  so  dazled  me  ; 
But  then  /  heard  all  Heaven  cry  Amen, 
And  pray,  and  sing  her  prayers  o're  agen. 


To  Amanda  after  her  Prayers. 


WHat  watrie  still  with  reliques  of  a  tear  ? 
Oh  prethie  let  me  kisse  them  dry,  my  Dear. 
Religious  fountains  which  still  delug'd  stand. 
Where  Infant -Angels  wade  it  hand  in  hand  ! 
What  still  bedew'd  ?  sure  yet  remaining  there 
Some  of  those  pretty  tankard-bearers  are. 
Thy  late  Attendants  at  thy  sacrifice, 
Yes,  yes,  I  see  those  babies  in  thine  eyes, 
Those  yellow-winged  Fairies  in  thy  well 
Till  thou  shalt  pray  agen  intend  to  dwell, 
Earnest  expectants  for  a  tear  to  fall. 
They  make  within  thine  eyes  a  water-gall, 
Amanda  pray'd,  I  saw  the  Angels  file 

D  To 


>  1 


(34) 

To  hear  her  lectures  of  Divinity  ^ 

And  when  my  Fairest  held  up  those  hands  of  hers, 

Thousands  of  sweet  celestial  Choristers 

Danc't  on  each  fingers  end,  delighting  there 

To  fanne  themselves  in  the  perfumed  aire 

Of  my  Amanda's  breath,  swarm 'd  at  her  lip, 

As  Bees  o're  flowers,  where  they  Nectar  sip. 

Then  some  did  on  her  silver  bosome  rest, 

Pruning  their  golden  feathers  in  her  breast. 

And  when  my  Dearest  sang  Te  Deum  out, 

Th'  Intelligences  twirl'd  the  Orhcs  about. 

But  when  she  chanted  her  Magnificaty 

The  Angels  then  first  learn 't  to  imitate. 

Yes,  yes,  thy  prayer  alwayes  so  pithie  is 
So  full  of  holy  zeale  and  emphasisy 
So  fraught  with  Hallelujahs  it  might  be,' 
Heavens  Laudamus,  and  mans  Letanie, 
Prethie,  my  Dearest,  since  with  greatest  ^oz^e, 
Thy  prayers  are  so  prevalent  above  : 
/'m  now  thy  subject,  once  thy  Prince  may  be. 
Pray  for  thy  Prince,  Amanda,  pray  for  me. 


To  Amanda  undressing  her. 

^TpHy  hood's  pull'd  off,  nay  then  I'm  dead  and 

gone, 
Prethie,  Amanda,  put  thy  night-coif  on. 
I  see  a  thousand  am'rous  Cupids  there. 

Which 


(35) 

"Which  lie  in  Ambush,  kirking  in  thy  haire  ; 
Look  with  what  haste  within  those  locks  of  thine, 
They  string  their  bowes   to   shoot    these   eyes   of 

mine  ? 
Look  how  that  little  hlinde  rogue  there  with  his  dart, 
Stands  aiming  and  layes  level  at  my  heart ! 
The  symptomes  of  my  wounds,  Amanday  see. 
Oh  /bleed  inwards,  prethie  pitty  me. 
I  am  all  stuck  with  arrowes  which  are  shot 
So  thick  and  fast,  that  there  is  ne'er  a  spot 
About  me  free,  each  distinct  atome  smarts 
By't  selfe,  pierc't  with  a  thousand  thousand  darts  ; 
And  as  a  man  with  pangs  surpriz'd  by  death 
Struggles  for  life  to  keep  his  parting  breath  ; 
My  nerves  and  sinews  stretch,  and  all  within 
My  body  earne  to  graspe  and  reach  thee  in  ; 
How  could  I  knit  and  weave  eternally, 
And  mingle  limbs  into  a  Gordian  tie  ?] 
Shoot  on,  sw^eet  Archers,  till  I'm  slain  with  love, 
Then  like  the  bedlam  who  in's  talk  doth  prove 
What  made  him  mad,  my  happy  h\tss,td ghost 
Of  this  nights  vision  shall  for  ever  boast. 

Kill  me,  my  boyesy  'tis  mercy  to  be  kill'd 
With  love  ;  who  would  not  die  in  such  a  field 
Of  damask  rose,  slain  by  her  lilie  hand  ? 
Dart  me  to  death,  you  pretty  boyes,  that  stand 
Upon  her  breast ,  the  shafts  which  thence  you  send, 
Tell  me,  /am  Amanda's  bosome-friend. 


D  2  To 


(36) 


To  Amanda  lying  in  bed. 


TN  bed,  my  Dearest  ?  thus  my  eye  perceives 

-■-A  primrose  lodg'd  betwixt  its  rugged  leaves  ; 

Lain  down,  Amanda  ?  thus  have  I  often  seen 

A  Hly  cast  upon  a  bed  of  green  ; 

So  the  sweet  Alablaster  Babie  Hes 

Cradled  in  fresher  mosse  ;  thy  sparkling  eyes 

Dart  forth  such  active  beams,  the  god  of  sleep 

Dare  not  come  in  his  nightly  court  to  keep, 

He  dares  not  lull  thee,  whil'st  so  bright  they  shine. 

All  Argus  eyes  watch  in  each  eye  of  thine  : 

But  when  the  humour  takes  you,  that  you  please 

To  draw  your  eye-lids  close,  and  take  your  ease  ; 

He  hovers  o're  the  tester  of  your  bed. 

And  gently  on  them  will  his  poppies  shed  : 

Then,  my  Amanda^  (with  his  leaden  crown 
And  scepter  queen'd)  let  those  faire  vallins  down, 
Those  fine  white  sattin  vallins  o're  thy  eye. 
With  their  silk  Hnings  of  a  scarlet  die. 
Let  that  soft  hand  into  the  bed  repaire, 
Safe  from  the  moisture  of  the  dampish  aire. 
Yet  let  me  taste  it  first ;  so  keep  thee  warm. 
Lie  close,  would  I  might  lay  thee  in  mine  arme. 
Goodnight,  my  T>ear,  ne'er  say  goodnight  to  me, 
Till  /  all  night,  Amanda  sleep  with  thee. 

On 


(37) 


On  Amanda,  fallen  asleep. 


SLeep  is  a  kinde  of  death,  why  may  not  / 
Write  my  Deares  Epitaph ,  her  Elegie  ? 
Here  lies  Amanda  fast  asleep, 
Whom  Cupid  guards,  and  Angels  keep  ; 

Here  lies  the  rarest  prize 

Two  pearles  within  her  eyes, 

So  have  I  seen  a  gem 

A  Princely  diadem 

Shut  in  a  Cabinet, 

A  whole  treasury 

In  a  small  box  of  ivorie, 
Inlaid  with  bars  and  grates  of  jet. 
For  such  Amanda's  eye-lids  are 

White  and  fringed  with  black  hair. 

Here  lies  Amanda  dead  asleep  : 

Hither  lovers  come  and  weep  : 

Here's  a  hand  which  doth  out-goe 

In  whitenesse  driven  snow  ; 
Upon  that  sweet  bag  cast  your  eye, 
There  on  fine,  fresh,  green  sattin  see  it  lie. 
With  knots  of  scarlet  ribbon  by  : 
Thus  interwoven  have  I  seen 
Virgius  wax  candles  red  and  green, 
Proud  with  a  fine  white  twist  between. 

D  3  Hither 


(38) 

Hither  lovers  haste  and  see, 

Her  slender  fingers  circled  be, 
Like  Rings  enamel'd  with  the  Galaxie  ; 

Her  locks  as  soft  as  sloven  silke, 

Through  her  Alpes  do  make  their  way. 
And  on  her  breasts  which  do  out-vie 
The  icie  rocks  of  frozen  milk, 
And  th'  lovely  Swans  soft  downie  thigh, 
Her  stately  amorous  curies 
The  saucie  wantons  play. 
Whil'st  two  fierce  Cupids  on  her  niples  sit. 

To  wound  the  hearts  of  stupid  churles, 
Who  passe  Amanda^ s  tomb-stone  by, 
And  with  so  much  as  half  an  eye, 

Will  not  vouchsafe  to  look  on  it. 

Here  lies  my  Dear  Amanda  chaste  and  faire, 
Don-Cupids  charge  and  Angels  care. 

Here  she  lies,  and  yet  not  here. 

For  she's  buried  otherwhere. 

She's  pris'ner  in  my  heart, 
From  whence  she  can  no  sooner  part 

Then  dead  men  from  the  grave  ; 

And  yet  she  there  doth  move. 

Not  only  in  the  ghost  of  love, 
No,  though  a  pris'ner,  yet  she's  free, 

Alas,  too  tree  for  me. 
She  lives  my  bleeding  heart  t'  enslave. 

Here  my  sweetest  sweet  Amanda  lies, 


The 


(39) 

The  best,  the  rarest  of  all  rarities, 
Shrouded  she  is  from  top  to  toe, 
With  lilies  which  all  o're  her  grow, 
In  stead  of  bayes  and  rosemarie, 
Roses  in  her  cheeks  there  be. 
Oh  would  /thy  coffin  were  ! 
Amanda's  living  sepulchre  ! 
Or  would  within  that  winding  sheet 
Our  happy  limbs  might  closely  meet ! 
There  would  /  chastly  lie  till  th'  day  of  doom, 
And  mingle  dust  till  th'  resurrection  come  ; 
But  since  as  yet  this  cannot  be, 

For  Heavens  sake. 
My  Dearest  J  now  awake, 
For  whil'st  Amanda  sleeps,  she's  dead  to  me. 


To  Amanda  waking. 


A  Wake  at  length  !  oh  quickly,  Fairest  y  rise, 
And  let  the  day  break  from  thy  brighter  eyes, 
Heark  how  the  early  cockrcl  crowes,  my  De<7r, 
'Tis  not  Aurora's,  but  thy  chaiinticlere  ; 
Heark  how  the  merry  cherpers  of  the  spring 
To  thee  xhtir  goddesse  do  their  mattens  sing  ! 
The  purple  violets  startle  from  their  beds. 
Gently  erecting  their  sweet  pearly  heads 
On  their  fresh  leaved  boulsters,  each  would  be 
A  Benefactresse  to  thy  treasury, 

D  4  And 


(  4°) 
And  shake  into  thy  snowie  breast  a  tear, 
To  be  congeal'd  into  a  jewel  there  : 
Look  how  that  woodbine  at  the  window  peeps, 
And  sHHe  underneath  the  casement  creeps  ! 
It's  honey-suckle  shewes,  and  tempting  stands 
To  spend  its  morning  Nectar  in  thy  hands  ; 
Look  in  the  gardens  of  thy  cheeks ^  and  see 
Aurora  painting  in  thy  rosarie  : 
The  ripest  mulberries  do  blush  it  thus, 
Made  guilty  of  the  blood  of  Pyramus  : 
Nay  had  that  m.odtsX  fruit  been  stain 'd  with  thine, 
How  like  thy  lips  farre  brighter  would  it  shine  ! 
Compar'd  with  which,  who  e're  betimes  hath  seen 
The  ruddy,  damask,  Nabathean  Queen, 
With  her  red  crimson  morning  wastcoat  on, 
Though  in  her  glory  she  were  look't  upon 
Newly  with  Sun-beams  brush't,  shall  say  at  th'best ; 
'Tis  a  pale  waterish  rednesse  in  the  East ; 
Nay,  and  that  beauty  which  in  her  we  see, 
Is  not  her  own,  but  borrow'd  too  from  thee  ; 
The  Sunne  himself  reflects,  he's  but  thy  Moon^ 
Hide  but  thy  face,  and  he  is  eclipst  at  noon. 
Cast  off  that  drowsie  mantle  of  the  night, 
And  rise,  Amanda,  or  'twill  ne'er  be  light. 
Thy  beau  tie  only  can  drive  night  away. 
Rise,  rise,  my  Fairest,  or  we  lose  a  day. 


A 


(41  ) 


A  morning  Salute  to  Amanda. 


NOw  a  good  morning  to  my  sweetest  love^ 
Health  from  all  mankind  and  the  Saints  above 
Ave,  Amanda  ;  spare  that  dew  that  lies 
On  thy  faire  hand  to  wash  my  love-sick  eyes, 
That  at  my  prayers  /may  better  see, 
Virgin  most  sweet,  to  tell  my  beads  to  thee  : 
/am  a  Papist,  zealous,  strict,  precise, 
Amanda  is  the  Saint  I  idolize. 


To  Amanda  washing  her  hands. 


"LTOw  prettily  those  dabchick  fingers  play, 

-^  -'-And  sport  with  the  cool  Nymph,  which  doth  obey 

Their  doubtful  motions,  opens  every  where. 

Where  e're  they  please  to  dive  and  ravish  her  ! 

Cupid  with  2igold  bason  and  Ewre  stands. 

Shedding  rose-water  on  thy  lilie  hands  ; 

Officious  Venus  too  her  self  stands  by 

With  towels  like  thy  maid  to  wipe  them  dry. 

See  from  thy  fingers  pretty  bubbles  fall, 

A  faire  Narcissus  cloyster'd  in  them  all ! 

No,  no,  that  broken  bubbles  eccho  there. 

Told  me  Narcissus  was  not  half  so  faire  : 

See 


(42) 

See  in  each  bubble  a  bright  smiling  lasse, 
Each  bubble  is  Amanda's  looking-glasse. 

To  Amanda  after  she  had  washH. 


HEark  how  these  bubbles  talk  of  thee,  and  break 
Themselves  in  their  last  breath  thy  name  to 

(speak ! 
Heark  how  they  sigh  and  wish  they  Crystal  were, 
They  might  be  ever  pendents  in  thy  eare  ! 
That  water  flung  away  !  No,  no,  my  Fairs ^ 
With  it  no  Chymick  Essence  can  compare  ; 
'Tis  clarifi'd  and  quick 'ned  with  the  balme^ 
The  TCioxmng  philter  of  thy  dewie  palme. 
The  sweetnesse  of  thy  hands  remaineth  yet, 
'Twill  make  me  faire  to  wash  my  face  with  it : 
Oh  /  must  drink  ;  Amanda,  give  it  me, 
'Tis  Nectarella,  and  doth  taste  of  thee. 


To  Amanda  walking  in  the  Garden. 


ANd  now  what  Monarch  would  not  Gard'ner  be, 
My  faire  Amanda's  stately  ^a/e  to  see  ; 
How  her  feet  tempt !  how  soft  and  light  she  treads, 
Fearing  to  wake  the  flowers  from  their  beds  ! 
Yet  from  their  sweet  green  pillowes  ev'ry  where, 

They 


(  43  ) 

They  start  and  gaze  about  to  see  my  Faire  ; 

Look  at  yon  flower  yonder,  how  it  growes 

Sensibly  !  how  it  opes  its  leaves  and  blowes, 

Puts  its  best  Easter  clothes  on,  neat  and  gay  ! 

Amanda's  presence  makes  it  holy-day  : 

Look  how  on  tip -toe  that  faire  lilie  stands 

To  look  on  thee,  and  court  thy  whiter  hands 

To  gather  it !  /  saw  in  yonder  croud 

That  Tulip-bedy  of  which  Dame-Flora's  proud, 

A  short  dwarfe  flower  did  enlarge  its  stalk. 

And  shoot  an  inch  to  see  Amanda  walk  ; 

Nay,  look,  my  Fairest,  look  how  fast  they  grow  ! 

Into  a  scaffold  method  spring  !  as  though 

Riding  to  Parliament  were  to  be  seen 

In  pomp  and  state  some  royal  am'rous  Queen  : 

The  gravel'd  walks,  though  ev'n  as  a  die. 

Lest  some  loose  pebble  should  offensive  lie, 

Quilt  themselves  o're  with  downie  mosse  for  thee, 

The  walls  are  hang'd  with  blossom 'd  tapestrie  ; 

To  hide  her  nakednesse  when  look't  upon. 

The  maiden  fig-tree  puts  Eves  apron  on  ; 

The  broad-leav'd  Sycomore,  and  ev'ry  tree 

Shakes  Hke  the  trembling  Aspe,  and  bends  to  thee, 

And  each  leaf  proudly  strives  with  fresher  aire. 

To  fan  the  curled  tresses  of  thy  hair  ; 

Nay,  and  the  Bee  too,  with  his  wealthie  thigh, 

Mistakes  his  hive,  and  to  thy  lips  doth  flie  ; 

Willing  to  treasure  up  his  honey  there. 

Where  honey-combs  so  sweet  and  plenty  are  : 

Look  how  that  pretty  modest  Columbine 

Hangs 


(44) 

Hangs  down  its  head  to  view  those  feet  of  thine 
See  the  fond  motion  of  the  Strawberrie, 
Creeping  on  th'  earth  to  go  along  with  thee  ! 
Tiie  lovely  violet  makes  after  too, 
Unwilling  yet,  my  Dear,  to  part  with  you  ; 
The  knot-grasse  and  the  dazies  catch  thy  toes 
To  kisse  my  Faire  ones  feet  before  she  goes  ; 
All  court  and  wish  me  lay  Amanda  down. 
And  give  my  Dear  a  new  green  How er'd  gown. 
Come  let  me  kisse  thee  falling,  kisse  at  rise, 
Thou  in  the  Garden,  I  in  Paradise. 


To  Amanda  seeming  to  deny  his  request. 

PRetty,  coy,  modest  thing  !  how  lovingly 
She  seems  to  grant  me,  what  she  doth  deny  ! 
Troth,  little  Cupid,  'tis  a  pretty  Art 
To  look  another  way,  and  strike  a  heart ; 
But  why,  my  boy  dost  teach  the  women  it. 
Who  whil'st  they  say  they  will  not  shoot,  do  hit  ? 
Well-plaid,  good  Angler,  with  thy  sportive  bait, 
To  catch  it  from  me  when  /  think  /  ha't. 

But  why,  Amanda,  am  I  thus  deni'd, 
And  after  so  long  treatie  cast  aside  ? 
Perhaps  thou  lov'st  to  hear  me  ask  of  thee, 
To  laugh  at  my  poor  Courtship  beggerie  : 
Canst  thou  be  so  unkinde  ?  must  I  forbear 

To 


(45  ) 

To  love  Amanda  ?  Strange  !  well  though,  my  Faire, 

We  must  return  our  Pledges,  prethie  then 

Take  all  thy  suretie  kisses  back  agen. 

First  my  indebted  lips  shaXXpay  thee  thine, 

Then  thou  shalt  kisse  me  till  thou  pay' st  me  mine  : 

Paying  our  debt  shall  make's  indebted  more, 

Wee'l  kissing /)<ry,  and  paying  run  o'th'  score, 

And  run  so  long,  so  deep  in  debt,  my  Dear, 

Till  neither  on's  can  pay  his  vast  Arrear  ; 

So  in  loves  lav^ful  action  by  my  troth 

The  catch-heart  Cupid  shall  arrest  us  both  ; 

And  if  that  little  bum-Bayliffe  in  my  suite 

Arrest  Amanda,  and  she  prosecute 

Her  Creditor  for  debt  agen  ;  for  thee 

rie  take  no  bayle,  none  shall  hegiv'n  for  me, 

But  these  my  armes  shall  thy  close  prison  be, 

And  thou  shalt  finde  a  prison  too  for  me  ; 

Bridewel  or  Gatehouse,  Heaven  to  my  heart, 

Whil'st  thou  my  Keeper  and  my  Prison  art : 

Nor  do  I  care,  but  pray  there  may  not  be 

These  hundred  yeares  a  Gaol-delivery. 

But  what's  the  meaning  of  this  feign 'd  denial, 
Was  it  to  check  my  hopes,  or  make  a  trial 
Of  my  undoubted  love  ?  Amanda,  know, 
The  hastie  current  stop't  doth  overflow. 

Thou  art  a  richer  jewel,  'tis  not  fit 
So  little  asking  should  obtain  thee  yet ; 
Porters  with  whom  such  wealthie  treasures  are, 
Ope  not  the  door  till  they  know  who  is  there  ; 


Let 


(46) 

Let  my  Dear  know  I  will  not  pillage  her, 

I  only  ask  to  be  her  treasurer. 

I  love  to  feel  that  hand  that  pats  me  so, 
And  seems  to  say  me  yes  in  saying  no. 


To  Amtxnda  desirous  to  drink. 


/^Ailing  for  beer  !  know  not  the^o^^  they  ought 
^^To  send  thee  Nectar  for  thy  mornings  draught ! 
I'm  sure  the  Heavens  do  allow  it  you, 
Ambrosia- Caudles  for  your  break-fast  too  ; 
How  is't  ?  surely  this  lazie  Ganimed 
Sleeps  it,  and  is  not  yet  got  out  of 's  bed  : 
What  not  yet  come  !  Amanda^  by  that  face 
rie  turne  this  punie  Butler  out  of's  place. 
And  drain  the  skies  till  there  no  Nectar  be, 
But  what  the  gods  shall  beg  as  almes  from  thee. 


To  Amanda  inviting  her  to  walk. 


/^Ome,  'tis  morning  like  thy  self,  7ny  Faire, 
^^  Sweet  as  thy  breath  the  spring  perfumes  the  air 
With  the  fresh  fragrant  odours  of  its  balme, 
Still'd  from  the  last  nights  dew,  a  pleasing  calm 
Invites  thee  forth  ;  there's  no  unruly  blast. 
No  saucie  winde  to  give  the  least  distaste  ; 

In 


(47) 

In  the  disordering  of  those  curies,  which  move 
As  if  each  haire  were  with  it  self  in  love  ; 
Thy  fingers  made  those  rings,  and  ev'ry  haire, 
Thinks  it  doth  still  embrace  thy  finger  there  : 
Heark  how  the  birds  play  Consorts  o're  and  o're  ! 
Heark  to  that  modest  beggar  at  the  door. 
Whose  lungs  breath  spices  !  gentle  Zephyriis 
Whispers,  and  through  the  key-hole  calls  to  us  ; 
The  Sunne  himself  yonder  expectant  stayes, 
And  strewes  the  golden  atomes  of  his  raies. 
To  guild  thy  paths  ;  though  in  post-haste  he  be, 
Yet  he  stands  still  to  look  and  gaze  on  thee. 
The  Heavens  court  thee,  Princely  Oberon 
And  Mab  his  Emp'resse  both  expect  thee  yon, 
They  wait  to  see  thee,  sport  the  time  away, 
And  on  green  beds  of  dazies  dance  the  hay  ; 
In  their  small  acorn  posnets,  as  they  meet 
Quaffe  off  the  dew,  lest  it  should  wet  thy  feet. 
The  black-birds  whistle,  and  the  Finches  sing 
To  welcome  thy  approach,  and  not  the  Spring. 
Come  then,  my  Turtle,  let  us  make  our  flight, 
And  browse  it  in  the  arbours  of  delight ; 
To  the  next  medow-  Tempe  let  us  move  ; 
Let's  flie  to  Heaven  on  the  wings  of  love. 
And  when  kinde  Cupid  heis  conveigh'd  us  thither, 
Wee'l  chastely  sit  and  mingle  bills  together. 


To 


(48) 


To  Amanda  walking  abroad. 


COme,  come,  Amanda^  hand  in  hand  wee'l  walk  ; 
Heark  how  the  birds  of  Love  and  Cupid  talk  ! 
As  if  they  lately  had  been  drinking  wine, 
Each  chirps  a  dialogue  to  his  Valentine  : 
Nay,  to  their  downie  breasted  Ladies  yet, 
At  yon  clear  Crystal  spring  they'r  bibbing  it, 
As  if  all  bowles  too  narrow-belli'd  were. 
And  cups  too  shallow,  with  a  heartie  prayer. 
Health  after  health,  each  to  his  plumie  lasse 
Carowseth  in  the  brook,  and  scornes  the  glasse. 
Nay,  and  as  if  they  fear'd  to  drink  it  dry. 
The  hot  cock-sparrow  doth  still.  Fill  it,  cry  ; 
See  how  to's  Mistris  with  his  tipling  bill, 
The  Nightingal  doth  sweetly  jugge  it  still ! 
That  pretty  Linnet  seems  to  drink  to  me, 
rie  pledge  thy  health,  Amanda,  kissing  thee. 
And  whil'st  those  feather' d-lovers  water  sip, 
rie  quaffe  the  Orleans-claret  of  thy  lip, 
And  suck  those  bloody  mulberries  in. 
Till  like  that  fruit  my  lips  seem'd  stain 'd  with  sinne  ; 
Then  sinne  in  'ts  blush  shall  make  me  more  devout, 
/'le  kisse  and  sinne,  and  sinne  a  pardon  out  ; 
For  thou  'rt  so  chaste,  that  who  once  kisse  thee  may, 
In  that  one  kisse  wipes  all  his  sinne  away  ; 
Tliough  blasphemie  and  murther  it  remit, 

Pope 


(  49  ) 

Pope  Joans  Indulgence  doth  come  short  of  it, 
'Tis  Heaven  it  self,  and  on  that  lip  to  dwell 
Is  to  be  sainted  ;  of  no  greater  hell 
Can  lovers  dream,  no  greater  sin  commit 
Then  to  leave  kissing,  and  to  part  with  it. 


To  Amanda  like  to  be  taken  in  a  showre. 


WEll  done,  kinde  unexpected  MoluSy 
Thy  hoyes  have  bravely  kept  the  raine  from  us, 
Thank  thee,  as  yet  we  have  not  wet  a  thread  ; 
Me  thoughts  I  saw  over  Amanda's  head 
Thy  hiijfH-puff't  Uuh-cheekH  Caitiff es  hover. 
And  stretch  their  lungs  to  blow  th'  last  showre  over  ; 
Then  the  sv/eet  plump-fac't  rogues,  when  fair 
And  clear  it  was,  as  if  they  breathlesse  were 
To  save  Amanda,  begg'd  and  kept  a  stir 
To  get  my  leave  they  might  take  breath  from  her ; 
I  gave  my  grant,  they  kist,  each  kisse  did  prove 
They  were  no  windes,  but  Angels  fall'n  in  love. 

How  can  my  Dearest,  then  my  dotage  blame, 

/f  I  so  oft  call  on  Amanda's  name  ; 

The  courtly  Cherubims  my  rivals  be, 

And  Heaven  makes  thee  it's  Penelope. 


E  To 


(50) 


To  Armndsi  fearing  a  second  showre. 


WHat    means    this    woman-like   unconstant 
(weather, 
These  spungie  clouds  so  strangely  squeez'd  together  ! 
Should  my  Deares  face  be  once  so  over-cast, 
My  eyes  would  deluge  till  the  storme  were  past ; 
But  when  her  pleasing  Sunne-shine  once  appears, 
Her  rayes  of  beauty  dry  up  all  my  teares  : 
See  the  clouds  blown  away,  be  then  to  me 
Kinde  as  the  stormes  and  tempests  are  to  thee  ; 
And  like  the  Heavens  cast  those  vailes  away, 
Unmuffle,  sweetest^  and  thy  beams  display  ; 
It  has  cleer'd  up,  yet  still  'tis  cloudie  though. 
The  weather's  faire,  when  my  Faire  makes  it  so. 
Fear  not,  Amanda^  but  unmask  thy  eyes, 
Come  prethy,  /'le  unpin  those  mummeries. 

'Twill  raine  no  more,  /'le  kisse  thy  cheeks,  my  Fair, 
'Tis  May  without  an  ^^n7 showre  there. 


An  Answer  to  Amanda's  question. 


Tymiosophers,  who  in  old  dayes  did  live, 
•*-  Say  it  is  Jove  makes  water  through  a  sieve  ; 
Perhaps  their ^oJ  is  drunk  he  leakes  so  fast. 

Or 


(  51  ) 

Or  else  some  Doctor  must  his  urine  cast ; 
rie  tell  thee  Fairest,  Heavens  bank'rout  King, 
Grown  poor  through  lust  doth  silver  hailstones  fling 
In  stead  oigold,  the  shower  aim'd  at  thee, 
He  faine  would  take  thee  as  his  Dande. 

Vie  tell  thee,  my  Amanda,  whence  it  is, 
It  rain'd  so  much  to-day,  the  reason's  this, 
The  Sunne  espi'd  thy  beauty,  look't  upon't, 
And  Heaven  sneez'd  with  looking  too  much  on't. 


To  a  RivalL 


KEep  off  presumption  ;  horrid  impudence. 
Bold  monstrous  traitor  to  my  love,  get  hence  ; 
Strange  daring  faith  !  venture  to  step  between 
A  jealous  Monarch,  and  a  chaster  Queen, 
Go  tempt  a  Kingdom  kept  by  the  magick  spell 
Of  a  Prince  politick  ;  /'m  loves  Machavel ; 
This  is  my  Florence,  and  thou  tempt 'st  from  me 
Not  an  Italians  wife,  but  Italy  ; 
Ransack  the  great  Turks  Seraglio,  try 
V  out-pimp  the  lustful  Sultans ]ez\ousie  ; 
Hug  the  coy  lawrel,  and  expect  to  see 
Daphne  throw  off  her  bark  and  follow  thee  : 
Make  old  Endymion  Pander,  and  conferre 
With  Luna,  till  thou  get  new  moones  on  her  ; 
Surprize  an  Abbesse  and  her  Nunnerie, 
Reconcile  love  to  its  antipathic  ; 

E  2  Go 


(52) 

Go  dive  amongst  the  haddocks  and  the  whales^ 
Make  love  to  Mare-maids  and  their  Cow^^-tailes  ; 
Court  some  faire  skillet-face,  and  swear  she's  neat, 
For  pricking  skewers  well  and  spitting  meat ; 
Some  greasie  Cook-maid  v^host  sweet  dugs  suck  in, 
Receive  and  mingle  dripping  with  her  chin, 
Who  nightly  with  her  knife  her  smock  put  off, 
Scrapes  thence  some  pipkins  full  of  kitchin-stuffe, 
Or  wooe  some  driv'ling  Hag,  whose  pitfal  skin 
Makes  lust  mistake  the  wonted  place  of  sinne. 
On  some   thrum'd  Baucis  spend    thy   hopes    and 

(labour, 
Where  thou  mayest  bathe   thy   lips  in  slime   and 

(slabber. 
Cuckold  the  devil,  get  some  Proserpine, 
Some  Succuha  to  be  thy  Concubine. 
Engender  with  the  night-mare,  and  beget 
Dreams  which  may  stang  thy  blood,  and  jellie  it ; 
This  once  accomplish 't,  thou  may'st  freely  ask 
Amanda's  love,  but  'fore  thou'st  don  thy  task. 
If  thou  dare  once  come  near  this  sacred  Court, 
Wherein  my  Princesse  love  and  beauty  sport, 
7'le  stifle  thy  rebel  heart  in  clotted  gore 
Of  blood,  with  knives  and  daggers  shroud  thee  o're. 
And  make  thee  bear  VtWface,  throat,  heart  and  back, 
More  signes  then  he  in  Swallows  Almanack. 


(53  ) 


A  game  at  Chesse  with  Amanda. 


T  And  Amanda  on  a  day, 

•'■Sat  down  a  game  at  Chesse  to  play, 

Passing  my  Bishops  with  their  lawnes, 

She  was  still  for  taking  pazvnes, 

She  play'd,  /play'd,  she  chect  me  straight. 

She  wish't,  /  wish't  it  might  be  mate : 

But  then  (said  I)  I  must  check  you. 

Or  else  you 'I  check  and  beat  me  too. 


E3  To 


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(54) 


\T^  "^F'  '^"'^  ^^ 


To  his  most  Noble  Friend  Sir  T.  L. 
B.  of  Shingle-halL 
SIR, 

THat  th'  only  vertue  is  Nobility, 
'Twas  spoke  in  malice,  and  you'l  prov't  a  /t^. 
The  Author  of  that  sentence,  liv'd  he  now 
Would  know  his  wit  a  scandal,  knew  hejow. 
Nay,  5/r,  that  Nobles  are  the  better  sort ; 
Alas  !  the  very  times  upbraid  him  for't ; 
And  yet  some  hope  to  see  our  Noblemen 
Some  such  asjyow  confute  the  times  agen  ; 
Though  in  their  wisdomes  now  they  dormant  ly, 
Hush't  in  their  private  mansions  quietly  ; 
Had  they  such  Martial  souls,  such  fighting  hands. 
Redemption  of  their  rights,  three  £^^  and  lands 
Were  easie  work,  and  they  might  bravely  get 
More  honour  then  a  bene  latuit. 
And  th'  Art  of  keeping  heads  on  safe  ;  But  I 
Intend  no  plots,  although  a  liberty 
Of  tongue  to  speak  in  this  and  th'  other  sense, 
Is  safer  farre  then  that  of  conscience ; 
Yet  te'nt  allow'd  of ;  but  howe're  'tis  fit. 
That  Poets  still  should  have  their  Quidlibet : 
It  is  their  charter,  notwithstanding  now 
/'le  make  no  use  on't ;  only  thus  to  you. 
Sir,  in  each  cast  of  your  commanding  eye. 


Such 


(55) 

^uch  reverend  imperious  glances  flie, 
/Such  royal  stately  looks,  so  sweet  a  grace 
Of  presence,  that  when  now  there  is  no  face 
Of  Monarch  in  the  land,  amongst  so  many 
Kings  of  the  times ,  if  'twill  agree  to  any  ; 
Better  /  cannot  make  the  Court-salute , 
Then  with  _yoMr  stature  and  your  greatnesse  suit 
(^Setting  all  Steeples  and  all  Fat-guts  by) 
If  t  please  your  Highness e  or  your  Majestic  : 
Such  a  well-timber 'd  man,  of  such  a  height, 
And  yet  your  years  be  hardly  ten  and  eight ! 
What  ever  Nature^ s  second  thoughts  might  be, 
Her  first  allowance  was  for  Gemini. 

Sir,  there's  such  mixture  in  your  countenance 
Of  Mars  and  Cupid,  such  a  ridling  glance, 
We  doubt  what  in  your  eyes  those  sparklings  move, 
Or  warlike  lightnings  or  the  flames  of  love  ? 
-Sometimes  I've  seen  you  (like  Prince  Paris  stand 
Ready  to  kisse  his  Helens  lilie-hand) 
All  smiles,  and  then  again  me  thinks  I  see 
Within  your  face  a  whole  Artillerie : 
Thus  looks  a  bold  advent'rous  Amazon, 
A  Lady  with  Knight- Errant' s  armour  on  : 
Sure  that  Greek  Cavalier  look't  something  like 
To  you,  who  'mongst  the  Spinsters  tost  a  pike. 
Which  you  may  be,  /  doubt,  and  pause  upon't, 
A  young  Achilles  or  a  Bradamant ; 
Would  any  see  Venus  and  Mars  embrace. 
They  meet,  and  mingle  loves  u^on  your  face ; 
By  which  I  mean  there's  to  be  seen  iuyou, 

E  4  Sir 


(S6) 

*Sir  Thomas  Levefitkorp,  and  Madam  too  ; 
Minos  was  such  a  Gallafit  sure,  had  you  been  there, 
Nisus  had  sooner  lost  his  purple  haire, 
{Sylla  as  love- sick,  and  as  mad  to  wed) 
You'd  had  a  Kingdome  and  a  Maiden-head ; 
Of  all  the  beauties  which  in  women  shine, 
Your  Nature's  ward-robe,  but  yet  masculine. 
Sir,  in  all  this,  I  must  commend  with  you ; 
Your  well-belov'd,  the  Vrincely  Mountague. 


To  Mr.  LILLY,  Musick-Master  in 
Cambridge. 

^IR,  I  have  seen  your  scip-jack  fingers  flie, 
^  As  if  their  motion  taught  Ubiquitie : 
/Ve  seen  the  trembling  Caflin's  smart  and  brisk 
(Start  from  the  frets,  dance,  leap,  and  nimbly  frisk 
/n  palsie  capers,  pratling  (a  most  sweet 
Language  ol  Notes)  Curranto's  as  they  meet  : 
/'ve  heard  each  string  speak  in  so  short  a  space 
As  if  all  spoke  at  once  ;  with  stately  grace 
The  surley  tenour  grumble  at  your  touch, 
And  th'  ticklish-maiden  treble  laugh  as  much, 
Which  (if  your  bowe-hand  whip  it  wantonly,) 
Most  pertly  chirps  and  jabbers  merrily  ; 
Like  frolick  Nightingals,  whose  narrow  throats 
«Suck  Mustek  in  and  out,  and  gargle  notes  ; 

Each 


(57) 

Each  strain  makes  smooth,  and  curies  the  air  agen, 
Like  currents  suck't  by  narrow  whirlepits  in  ; 
Sometimes  they  murmur  like  the  shallow  springs, 
Whose  hastie  streams  forc't  into  Crystal  rings, 
And  check 't  hy  pebbles,  pretty  Musick  make 
In  kisses  and  such  language  as  they  speak, 
'Tis  soft  and  easie,  Heaven  can't  out-do 't. 
That  under  Fame-ground  is  nothing  to't : 
Who  e're  that  earthly  mortal  Cherub  be. 
Whose  well-tun' d  soul  delights  in  melodie : 
He  ventures  hard,  if  for  an  houre  he  dares 
To  your  surprizing  straines  apply  his  eares. 
We  finde  such  Magick  in  your  Harmony, 
As  if  to  hear  you  were  to  hear  and  die. 

Were  you  a  Batchelour,  and  bold  to  trie 
Fortunes,  what  Lady's  she,  though  ne're  so  high 
And  rich  by  birth,  should  see  the  tickling  sport 
Your  finger  makes,  and  would  not  have  you  for't ; 
Beyond  those  Saints  who  speak  ex  tempore^ 
Your  well-spoke  viol  scornes  tautologie ; 
And  I  in  truth  had  rather  hear  you  teach 
O'th'  Lyra,  then  the  rarest  tub-man  preach  : 
/n's  holy  speeches  he  may  strike  my  eares 
With  more  oiHeav'n  ;  you  with  more  o'th'  spheres, 

/'ve  heard  your  base  mumble  and  mutter  too. 
Made  angry  with  your  cholerick  hand,  while  you 
With  hastie  j irks  to  vex  and  anger 't  more 
Correct  its  stubbornnesse  and  lash  it  o're  : 
/'ve  heard  you  pawse,  and  dwell  upon  an  aire, 
(Then  make't  i'th'  end  (as  loft  to  part  it  were) 

Lan- 


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Languish  and  melt  away  so  leasurely,) 
As  if  'twere  pity  that  its  Eccho  die  ; 
Then  snatch  up  notes,  as  if  your  t;zo/ broke, 
And  in  the  breaking  every  spHnter  spoke  : 
/Ve  seen  your  active  hands  vauh  to  and  fro, 
This  to  give  grace,  that  to  command  your  bowe ; 
As  if  your  fingers  and  your  instrument 
By  conspiration  made  you  eminent. 

We  have  good  Mustek  and  Musicians  here, 
/f  not  the  best,  as  good  as  any  where  : 
A  brave  old  Irish  Harper,  and  you  know 
English  or  French  way  few  or  none  out-go 
Our  Lutanists  ;  the  Lusemores  too  I  think 
For  Organists,  the  Sack-buts  breath  may  stink. 
And  yet  old  Brownes  be  sweet,  o'th  Violin 
Saunders  plays  well,  where  Magge  or  Mel  han't  been. 
Then  on  his  Cornet  brave  thanksgiving  Mun, 
Playes  on  Kings  Chappel  after  Sermon's  done  : 
At  those  loud  blasts,  though  he's  out-gone  by  none, 
Yet  Cambridge  glories  in  your  self  alone  : 
No  more  but  thus,  he  that  heares  only  you, 
Heares  Lillie  play,  and  Doctor  Coleman  too. 

You  in  the  swiftnesse  of  your  hand  excel 
All  others,  my  Amanda  sings  as  well. 
No  Musick  like  to  hers  ;  I  wish  in  troth, 
That  we  with  her  might  play  in  Consort  both  ; 
Might  I  my  self,  and  you  my  friend  prefer, 
You  with  her  voice  shonXd play,  and  I  with  her. 


A 


(59) 


A  Passion. 


Solicit  not  my  chaster  eyes, 
With  those  faire  breasts  that  fall  and  rise, 
7'le  not  lie  betwixt  those  dugs 
Where  Cwp/^ nestles,  sleeps  and  snugs  ; 
There  is  no  goddesse  I  adore, 
To  fight  with  those  that  call  her  whore  : 
Thou  shalt  not  surfeit  in  thy  pride, 
By  me  so  falsely  deifi'd. 

No,  hang  a  Mistris,  Pie  ha'  none, 
No  such  toy  to  dote  upon. 

2. 

Beauties  faring,  Loves  conceit, 
"  Though  her  face  be  eighty-eight ; 
Called  faithful,  constant,  faire. 
Though  Vaux  i'th'  dark  plot  treason  there  ; 
The  Phenix  too  must  build  his  nest, 
I'th'  blest  Arabia  of  her  breast ; 
Without  her  little  dog  though  she 
Or  musk  or  civet  dare  not  be. 
Fie,  fie,  a  Mistris  Pie  ha'  none. 
No  such  toy  to  doat  upon. 

3- 
/'le  be  no  Merchant ;  nor  saile  nigh. 

Those  tempting  India's  of  thy  thigh  ; 

Make 


(6o) 

Make  an  adventure,  hit  or  misse, 
And  wrack  my  fancie  for  a  kisse  ; 
Fool  to  your  laughing  Ladyships 
To  get  a  smile,  or  touch  your  lip  ; 
Protest  with  oathes  high  and  mighty, 
That  your  spittle  is  aqua  vitce. 
No,  hang  a  Mistris,  &c. 

4- 
Amongst  the  gallants  swear  and  rant, 

And  of  your  kindnesse  boast  and  vant ; 

Then  drink  diseases  down,  and  wave 

All  thoughts  of  sicknesse  or  the  grave, 

Pledge  your  health,  and  pledge  it  stoutly, 

Pray  o're  my  cups,  and  drink  devoutly  ; 

Increase  the  Feaver  of  my  lust. 

And  never  dream  I  am  but  dust. 

Oh  hang  a  Mistris,  &c. 

5- 
Then  vault  and  do  some  tumblers  knack 

That  speaks  me  man,  and  shewes  my  back  ; 

Run  in  debt  and  pawne  my  goods. 

To  buy  you  fancies,  gloves  and  hoods  ; 

Then  if  the  catch-pole  chance  to  hale 

And  drag  me  to  the  loathsome  gaol ; 

There  may  your  servant  die  and  rot, 

You  never  send,  you  see  him  not. 

Shame  on't,  a  Mistris,  &c. 

6. 

At  least  I  shall  be  curst  in  this. 

Your  love,  your  beauty  common  is, 


Then 


(6i  ) 

Then  /  receive  my  Rivals  glove, 
Murther,  or  else  renounce  my  love ; 
Or  late  at  night  must  walk  the  street, 
Where  ten  to  one  some  rogues  I  meet. 
Only  to  watch  till  one  o'th'  clock 
/'th'  cold  to  see  you  in  your  smock  ; 
And  nothing  do 
But  look  at  you 

And  through  the  key-hole  too. 
Oh  hang  a  Mistris,  Fie  ha'  none 

No  such  toy  to  doat  upon. 
All  that  faire  and  am'rous  be, 
Are  Mistresses  alike  to  me  ; 

I'm  in  love  with  every  one, 

No,  hang't,  in  love  with  none. 
Amanda  prethy  pardon  me. 
In  love  with  none,  with  none  but  thee. 


To  Amanda  mistrusting  her  love. 


TF  any  Stranger  but  appear, 

^Thy  jealous  Lover  straight  begins  to  feare  ; 

If  any  letters  come  to  thee. 
Suspicion  swiftly  doth  come^o^^  to  me  ; 

In  private  if  thou  reade  them  o're, 
/  read  'tis  love,  and  still  suspect  the  more  ; 

/f  after  this  thou  chance  to  frown. 
Despair  brings  night  on,  and  my  Sunne  goes  down  ; 

From 


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From  me  in  anger  if  thou  part, 
A  itzriuX  palsie  shakes  my  trembling  heart ; 

But  should 'st  thou  bid  me  once  abstain, 
My  breath  would  go,  and  ne'er  return  again  : 

To  rid  me  of  these  killing  doubts. 
Would  /  could  see  thee  once  make  Babie-clouts. 


To  Amanda,  on  her  picture  drawn  with  a 
Lute  in  her  hand. 


A  Sweet  faire  draughty  yet  not  compleatly  true. 
No,  it  must  paint  agen  to  be  like  you  ; 
Niggardly  Art  must  be  at  greater  cost, 
Else  your  complexion  is  in  colours  lost ; 
A  neat  resemblance^  yet  who  e're  did  do't, 
Envi'd  my  eye,  and  drew  a  curtain  to't ; 
A  whimsie  limner  strange,  what  meant  the  toy. 
Not  like  your  selfe  to  make  your  picture  coy  ! 
Oh  it  was  providence,  thoughts  of  a  wifcy 
Had  kill'd  me  there,  had  you  been  drawn  to  th'  life  ; 
But  Fairest ;  that's  beyond  our  modern  powers, 
Apelles  hand  ought  to  be  seen  in  yours. 
And  Art  must  to  that  work  a  pupil  show. 
Durst  cut  a  line  with  skilful  Angelo  ; 
Yet  in  the  cast  o'  th'  eye  would  like 't  you'd  be, 
And  then  where  e're  /  stand,  you'd  look  on  me  ; 
It  was  my  chance  to  see't  by  candle-light. 
Had  you  been  there  I  could  have  stay 'd  all  night ; 


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/  kist  those  hands,  no  lesse  nor  more  could  do, 

But  yet  my  fancte  kist  the  substance  too. 

Me  thoughts  my  Hps  did  some  impressions  make. 

The  awful  Cat  line  seem'd  to  tremble  and  shake  : 

Had  you  been  there  to  play  as  /  did  wis, 

/'d  have  kept  time  with  an  observant  kisse  ; 

A  sweeter  Lute  for  you  would  /  prepare. 

In  tune  you  should  have  found  my  heart-strings  were  ; 

So  singling  aires  and  lips  till  break  of  day. 

We  would  a  sweet  chaste  ravishing  Consort  play 

Without  a  discord,  only  this  /'d  do, 

7'd  keep  false  time,  false  time  in  kissing  you. 

Oh  Fairest,  that  thou  were't  but  drawn  on  me, 
Then  blest  should  /thy  happy  picture  be  ; 
/stretch  my  armes  out,  and  still  wish  the  same, 
Oh  that  you  were  but  hanging  on  this  frame  ; 
Then  for  your  beauties  sake,  straight  should  I  be, 
Hang'd  in  some  princely  Monarchs  gallery  ; 
Nor  would  I  care  could  I  but  often  see. 
You  come,  and  kindly  look  and  smile  on  me. 
Then  would  /  draw  y'  agen  upon  my  heart, 
And  be  loves  masterpiece  of  Love  and  Art. 


A  Dream. 


AS  in  the  perfum'd  garden  yesterday. 
Amongst  the  primrose  fast  asleep  /lay, 


My 


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My  busie  soul  upon  a  ramble  went, 

By  love  and  fancie  on  an  errand  sent. 

In  at  Amanda's  private  chamber  door 

She  made  her  flight,  and  view'd  her  o're  and  o're. 

The  more  she  look't,  the  more  she  Hk't,  and  fain 

She  would  have  staid,  and  ne'er  return 'd  again  ; 

First  on  her  cherrie  lip  she  plaid,  and  then 

On  her  faire  cheek,  so  to  her  lip  agen  ; 

Where  having  suck't  till  she  was  fiU'd  with  love. 

She  drop't  into  her  downie  breast ;  the  next  remove 

Was  to  the  chamber  of  her  heart,  to  see 

/f  she  could  take  possession  there  for  me  ; 

When  in  she  came,  there  pretty  Cupid  sat 

In  state,  and  laugh 't  at  her,  she  glad  of  that 

Kindly  embrac't  and  kist  the  smiling  boy, 

And  whil'st  they  kist,  my  Sweet-heart  leap't  for  joy  ; 

Then  could  my  jocant  soul  no  longer  stay. 

But  straight  to  bring  the  newes  came  post  away  : 

Her  flight  was  swift,  and  with  her  lovingly 

She  brought  along,  [most  willing  companie] 

Amanda's  soul,  so  loth  to  part  they  were  ; 

The  best  on't  is,  she  left  a  Cupid  there. 


To 


(6s) 


To  Amanda  on  her  dimples. 


WHen  e're  I  let  my  meditations  flie, 
And  give  them  wings  to  take  their  hbertie, 
Like  the  neat  Cyprian  bird,  the  cleanly  Dove, 
Which  no  fowl  sloven's  tenement  doth  love, 
But  a  faire  stately  house,  and  ne're  forsakes 
The  pleasant  fabrick  to  which  once  it  takes, 
So  my  thoughts  flie,  (from  whence  they  ne're  will 
So  th'  comely  mansion  of  a  candid  heart  ;  [part) 

Each  winged  thought  to  thee,  Amanda,  flies, 
And  under  th'  crystal  windowes  of  thine  eyes 
Lights  on  thy  damask  cheeks,  where  they  do  play, 
The  wooing  turtles  winding  every  way. 
Till  by  young  Cupids  craft  they're  taken  in, 
Love's  dimpled  pitfalls  of  thy  cheeks  and  chin, 
Three  nests  of  new-flown  smiles  on  roses  near. 
To  which  a  thousand  unflegg'd  Angels  are, 
Chirping  pin-feather'd,  pirking  Cherubs  sit. 
Sweet  blushing  Babes  playing  at  cherrie-pit, 
Some  win  and  smile,  some  lose  their  cherries,  then 
Down  to  thy  lips,  and  gather  fresh  agen, 
Sweet  kissing  lips,  which  all  the  Winter  shew 
The  ripest  cherries,  and  their  blossoms  too. 
When  e're  thou  weep'st,  each  Grace  doth  snatch  a 
And  fill  a  dimple  with't,  then  wash  her  there,    (tear, 
That  pimping  Cupids  come,  to  cool  their  wings, 

F  /n 


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In  these  chaste  vailes,  each  from  thine  eye-lid  bring 

A  Hquid  crystal  pearle,  whose  parts  in  love 

Unto  each  other  as  a  centre  move, 

So  it  remaines  a  gemme  (though  moist  and  wet) 

Whose  superficies  is  its  Cabinet, 

And  loth  to  break  it  is,  till  hastily 

An  /nfant  having  snatch 't  it  from  thine  eye, 

Flies  to  a  pleasant  dimple,  and  within 't 

Dissolve  the  Jewel,  and  so  bath  him  in't, 

Baths  in  a  dimple,  which  of  rosebuds  smells, 

Thine  eyne  and  cheeks  the  Graces  Bath  and  Wells. 


On  Amanda's  black  eye-browes. 


'^'Ear  to  an  eye  that  sparkles  so, 

■^  ^  'Tis  strange  so  dark  an  hair  should  grow 

Upon  a  skin  so  white  and  faire, 

'Tis  strange  there  is  so  black  an  hair, 

At  first  'cause  it  so  near  doth  lie, 

I  guest  'twas  Sunne-burnt  with  thine  eye. 

But  then  I  thought  if  so  it  were, 

'Twould  melt  the  snow  which  lies  as  near. 

And  scorch  and  make  those  lilies  die, 

Upon  the  shuttings  of  thine  eye. 

And  those  fresh  roses  to  which  grow. 

Upon  thy  sweeter  cheeks  below. 

Then  /  conceiv'd  that  there  might  be, 

In 


(67) 

In  those  black  browes  a  mystery, 

That  Venus  for  Adonis  sake, 

Commanded  nature  there  to  make. 

(A  pretty  strange  conceited  thing) 

Two  arches  of  a  mourning  ring. 

Thence  'tis  that  those  black  haires  do  grow, 

Thence  are  thy  browes  enamel'd  so. 


Good  wishes  to  Amanda. 


MAy  my  Amanda  live, 
And  live  in  health, 
May  no  desease,  no  crosse, 
No  sudden  losse. 
Nor  want  of  wealth, 
No  angry  push,  no  pain  nor  smart. 

Afflict  or  grieve. 
Her  tender  melting  heart. 

2. 

May  th'  Heavens  and  the  earth 

Conspire  her  mirth, 
By  lo  I  conjure  thee  Jove, 

May  all  that's  good 

Club  her  delight. 
May  Cupid  give  her  all  the  sweets  of  love. 

And  kindly  in  the  coolest  night 
Most  chastely  warm  her  blood. 

F  2  3.  Ne'er 


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3- 
Ne'er  may  she  wipe  a  teare, 

From  her  bright  eye, 
Ne'er  may  she  sigh  or  weare, 

A  mourning  vale, 

In  black,  look  pale. 
Till  in  her  cheeks  those  fresher  roses  die. 

And  where  they  blush  it  so, 
Nothing  but  gastly  lilies  grow. 

4- 

Ne'er  may  she  scowl  or  frown. 

Or  chafe  or  fret. 
Ne'er  may  she  meet  a  Clown, 
That  smells  of  sweat, 
By  him  be  kist 
Ne'er  may  the  bristles  of  a  bumpkin's  chin, 
Or  th'  gripes  o's  callow  fist. 
Injure  her  softer  sweeter  skin. 

.  5- 
Ne'er  may  my  Dearest  die, 

A  sudden  death, 
Nor  on  her  death-bed  lie, 
Gasping  for  breath. 
Whilst  all  about 
Her  friends  drop  teares. 
But  like  a  brighter  lamp  i'th'  end. 
May  she  burn  clear  and  spend. 
Her  store  of  oyle,  and  so  go  out. 

6. 
Ne'er  may  her  slender  wrist. 

Be 


(  69  ) 

Be  over-prest, 
Nor  rudely  wrung  too  hard  ; 

May  her  faire  hand, 

Be  luckie  still ; 
At  what  e're  game  she  playes,  may  she  command 

The  surest  winning  card, 
And  never  may  she  want  her  will. 

7- 
Amongst  great  Madams  whatsoe're, 

My  faire  appear, 
Ne'er  may  she  want  an  eye, 

T"  admire  and  gaze. 

Nor  tongue  to  praise 
Her  rare  well-featur'd  physnomie, 

Still  may  she  called  be 
The  sweetest  and  the  fairest  she. 

8. 
And  if  the  greatest  Jo^^e 

Shall  blesse  me  so. 
So  as  to  make  her  mine. 

And  she  shall  know 

No  other  love, 
^11  the  night  long  upon  her  slumbring  eyne. 

May  Cupids  lodge  in  swarmes. 
Ne'er  may  she  startle  from  mine  armes. 

9- 
But  if  I  can't  be  thought 

Worthy  that  love. 
For  which  so  long  I've  sought. 
For  which  I've  strove, 

F  3  So 


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So  zealously, 
When  I  am  gone  and  lost,  oh  may  she  finde 

A  heart  as  kinde. 
That  knowes  to  love  as  well  as  I. 


Amanda's  Beautie  preferred. 


OF  noted  pearlesse  beauties  /  shall  tell. 
Yet  leave  Amanda  without  parallel. 
From  thy  bright  eyes  I  have  receiv'd  a  wound, 
Deeper  then  Henry  from  his  Rosamond, 
7'le  be  thy  Knight  and  Vaughans  office  do, 
/'le  be  thy  Labyrinth  and  Keeper  too 

As  thou  art  fairer  then  French  Isabel, 
So  in  thy  breast  farre  greater  comforts  dwell ; 
Thy  love  can  me  to  richer  joyes  prefer, 
Then,  e're  she  did  her  lovely  Mortimer  : 
Had'st  thou  been  living  when  that  famous  Lasse 
Fitz-waters  daughter  so  admired  was. 
Sweetest  Matilda  when  to  Dunmow  gone, 
Had  ne'er  been  courted  by  the  Princely  JoAw  ; 
If  my  Amanda  e're  shall  be  a  Nun, 
Oh  Heavens  may  she  be  a  wedded  one, 
rie  answer  all  her  Vowes  of  chastity, 
rie  be  her  constant  Monk  and  Monastry, 
rie  be  the  careful  Abbot,  she  shall  be 
My  pretty  Abbesse  and  my  Nunnerie, 

What 


(71  ) 

What  though  the  Nunririe  fall,  we'l  love,  and  then 
Replenish  with  young  Monks  and  Nunns  agen  ; 

Because  thy  beautie  is  of  greater  power, 
Then  that  of  Alice  walking  on  the  tower, 
Storm 'd  by  all  features  in  their  excellence, 
Edward  the  black  (that  stout  victorious  Prince^ 
With  lesse  disdain  might  have  been  check 't  by  thee, 
Then  by  the  Lady  of  Count  SaVsburie, 

If  Owen  Tudor  prais'd  his  Madams  hue, 
'Cause  in  her  cheeks  the  rose  and  lilie  grew, 
Thou'rt  more  praise- worthy  then  was  Katherine, 
There's  fresher  York  and  Lancaster  in  thine  : 

Had  thy  sweet  features  with  thy  beauty  met 
In  William  de-la-pooVs  faire  Margaret^ 
The  Peers  surpriz'd  had  never  giv'n  consent, 
For  th'  Duke  of  Suffolks  five  years  banishment. 
For  the  Exchange  of  Mauns,  Anjou  and  Main, 
T'  have  giv'n  a  Kingdom  for  thee  had  been  gain  : 

What  King  would  not  his  Crown  and  Scepter 

(pawne, 
To  purchase  lilies,  and  the  whitest  lawne. 
From  thy  pure  hands,  jems  from  thy  sparkling  eyes, 
Thy  rubie  lips,  and  such  rich  rarities  ? 
Who  would  not  leave  a  throne,  one  night  to  lie 
Upon  the  sweet  bags  of  thy  Rosarie  ? 

Most  princely  Virgin,  had'st  thou  lived,  when 
The  goddesse  Beautie  was  ador'd  by  men  ; 
Edward  would  have  preferr'd  thee  farre  before. 
The  Goldsmiths  Jewel,  famous  Mistresse  Shore, 
Had  he  but  seen  thy  face,  and  heard  thy  wit, 

F4  To 


t 


(72) 

To  thee  that  King  his  sugred  Hnes  had  writ, 
The  great  Controwler  Love  had  made  thee  be, 
Great  Lady  Governesse  to's  Majestie  : 
For  who  Amanda  would  not  put  off  state, 
And  lose  a  Heav'n  with  thee  t'  inoculate  ? 
Who  would  not  forfeit  all  his  libertie, 
Lock't  up  and  folded  in  thine  armes  to  be  ? 

Were  /a  Sultan  or  an  Emperour, 
Thus  would  /write  to  thee  my  Paramour, 
*'  Off  go  my  robes  and  these  gold  chaines  of  mine, 
"  To  twist  my  legs  with  those  soft  legs  of  thine  ; 
*'  /'le  be  no  longer  Prince,  may  /  but  be, 
"  Squire  oHK  body  to  so  faire  a  she  ; 
"  /'le  lose  my  honour  and  my  royal  throne, 
"  And  think  /  have  them  all  in  thee  alone  ; 
"  /who  am  worship 't  with  a  bended  knee, 
"  Will  be  thy  servant,  and  bend  mine  to  thee  ; 
"  Off  goes  my  Crown ,  I'le  be  no  King  of  men , 
"  That  Princely  name  /'le  ne'er  put  on  agen  ; 
*'  Till  thou  into  thine  armes  when  I  am  hurld, 
"  Shalt  make  me  King  of  thy  sweet  lesser  world ; 
"  No  kingly  pleasure  like  to  loves  delight, 
II  Thy  kisse  shall  crown  me,  /'le  be  crown 'd  all  night ; 
**  And  when  the  pleasant  night  is  past  away, 
"  Then  shall  succeed  my  Coronation  day  ; 
"  Wee'l  spend  our  time  in  love's  sweet  merriments, 
"  /n  stately  tiltings,  justs  and  tournaments  ; 
"  Like  the  stout  Brandon  in  the  Court  oi  France. 
*'  His  loved  Mary's  honour  to  advance  ; 
"  Had  he  then  took  (thou  brightest  Queen  of  light) 

-Thy 


(73  ) 

Thy  name  his  signal,  when  he  'gan  to  fight, 

Without  chastisements  from  his  piercing  steel, 

The  Giant  Almain  had  been  forc't  to  kneel ; 

"  Were  Surrey  travel'd  now  to  Tuskanie, 

Off 'ring  to  reach  his  gauntlet  out  for  thee  ; 

If  on  the  guilt  tree  in  the  List  he  set, 

Thy  pretty,  lovely,  pretty  counterfeit, 

All  Planet-struck  with  those  two  stars,  thy  eyne, 

(Outshining  farre,  his  heav'nly  Geraldine ;) 

There  would  no  staffe  be  shiver 'd,  none  would  dare, 

A  beautie  with  Amanda's  to  compare  : 

"  All  those  faire  Ladies  which  we  Beauties  call, 

Are  Mauritanians,  and  not  faire  at  all. 

The  proudest  Madam,  and  the  brightest  she. 

Is  but  a  Gypsie,  if  compar'd  with  thee. 

And  all  those  Princely  faire  ones  that  live  nigh. 

Are  tawnie,  tann'd  and  sun-burnt  with  thine  eye  ; 

Off  goes  my  robe,  and  these  gold  chains  of  mine. 

To  twist  my  legs  with  those  soft  legs  of  thine. 

Thou  are  so  faire,  that  in  a  Sun-shine  day, 
When  Phoebus  beams  are  darted  ev'ry  way, 
If  thou  walk  out  with  thy  encountring  eyes. 
Sweet  Daphne  fills  me  with  strange  jealousies. 
Should  thy  chaste  body  turn  t'  a  Lawrel  tree. 
Oh  may  my  browes  be  e're  impal'd  with  thee  ; 
If  I'm  a  Poet  thou  hast  made  me  so  ; 
Then  if  thy  armes  to  Lawrel  branches  grow, 
'Tis  fit  injustice,  and  in  love  thou  twine. 
Those  leavie  armes  about  this  head  of  mine. 

In  the  green  pastures,  if  thou  walk  about. 

Where 


(74) 

Where  crooked  crystal  streams  flow  in  and  out, 

lijoye  should  change  thee  as  his  Inachis, 

Streight  would  /wish  my  tnetempsycosis  ; 

A  female  shape  my  loving  soul  should  take, 

So  would  /  be  a  Milkmaid  for  thy  sake  ; 

My  lips  should  milk  thee,  and  thy  milk  should  be 

Sack  possets,  and  sweet  Syllibubs  to  me  ; 

/nto  a  Cow  hy  Jove  wert  thou  bettaid, 

Fd  stroke  thy  tetts,  and  be  thy  darie-maid  ; 

The  god  must  needs  change  me  in  changing  you. 

If  thou  wert  lo  I'd  be  Argus  too. 

Within  the  wood,  when  thou  walk'st  here  and  there, 
The  chaste  Calisto's  storie  makes  me  fear  ; 
Up  to  the  Sun  if  thou  but  lift  thy  eyes, 
I'd  read  the  peevish  C(y/£e's  jealousies  ; 
Thinking  thou  may'st  by  Phoebus  be  preferr'd, 
/think  on  her  who  was  alive  interr'd, 
/nterr'd  alive  should 'st  thou  (my  Dearest)  be. 
For  Phcebus  sake,  as  was  Leucothoe  ; 
Surely  the  mournful  Sunne  to  solemnize 
His  fairest  well-beloveds  obsequies  ; 
Would  weep  upon  thy  grave,  (to  sprinkle  thee) 
Showres  of  Nectar  to  eternity  ; 
Stil'd  from  thy  Corps  then  would  arise  from  thence 
Nothing  but  perfumes  and  sweet  frankincense  ; 
From  thy  dew'd  grave  still  there  would  flow  agen, 
Odours  and  incense  for  the  gods  of  men. 

^Vhen  e're  I  see  the  kindled  fire  flame, 
I  think  \iovf  Jove  unto  Mgina  came  ; 
Though  I  am  not  so  hot  a  flame  SLsJove^ 

His 


(75) 

His  flame  was  fire,  mine's  the  flame  of  love  ; 
And  if  good  lawes  shall  stand  in  force  with  us, 
We  will  beget  the  world  an  Macus : 

I  feare  all  shapes  what  e're  appear  to  me, 
Least  in't  some  god  be  come  to  ravish  thee  ; 
It  was  a  Bull  that  took  Europa  up, 
Bright  Theophane  makes  me  dread  the  tup  ; 
The  shepheard  mindes  me  of  Mnemosyne. 
The  Eagle,  Astria  makes  me  think  on  thee, 
Still  /  suspect  when  e're  from  thee  I  go, 
^ome  rival  counterfeit  Amphitrio, 
For  Lceda^s  sake  I  hate  the  lovely  Swan, 
I  hate  not  only  animals  but  man. 
Nay  when  I  drink  a  Cup  of  wine  to  thee, 
I  think  how  Bacchus  took  Erigone. 

Should'st  thou  be  crusted  up  like  Niobe, 
And  turn'd  to  marble  like  the  Parian  she. 
In  Guido's  Temple  hugg'd  by  th'  noble  boy,) 
Thou  couldst  not  lover  want,  nor  they  love's  joy  ; 
For  should'st  thou  die,  and  o're  thy  grave  have  set, 
Thy  heavenly  featur'd  carved  counterfeit ; 
Hard  by  thy  tomb  I'd  stand  immoveably, 
And  on  thy  image  ever  fix  my  eye, 
As  if  both  eyes  (too  narrow  flood-gates)  kept 
The  moisture  back,  and  I  too  slowly  wept ; 
Like  marble  I'd  sweat,  each  pore  should  drop  a  tear, 
Tear  after  tear,  till  dry  as  dust  I  were  ; 
Then  should  my  body  into  ashes  fall. 
Black  ashes,  mourners  for  thy  Funeral ; 
Sweet  Cupid,  Sexton  to  this  dust  of  mine. 

Should 


(76) 

Should  throw  in  dust  to  dust,  my  dust  to  thine  ; 

6'hould'st  thou  not  love  me  whil'st  thou  livest  here, 
But  give  thy  heart  to  some  one  other  where, 
If  thou  t'  Elysium  'fore  thy  servant  went, 
I'd  make  thy  very  Statue  penitent, 
So  strange  a  mourner  for  thy  death  /'d  be. 
Thy  tombe  or  ghost  should  fall  in  love  with  me, 

Wert  thou  to  passe  over  Cocytus  ferrie 
In  that  old  Sculler,  Grandsire  Charons  wherrie. 
The  wrizled  gray-beard  for  his  hapennie 
Would  Hck  his  lips,  and  ask  a  kisse  of  thee  ; 
On  those  black  lakes  should'st  thou  but  drop  a  tear, 
Styx  and  Cocytus  would  run  crystal  clear  ; 
The  Cells  of  darknesse  shouldst  thou  go  to  view, 
The  scorched  souls  would  'gin  their  Barichu  ; 
If  with  one  kiss  great  love  thou  would'st  but  please, 
Ixion's  ransom 'd  and  the  Bellides  ; 
Heaven  would  readmit  poor  Tantalus, 
And  grant  reprieve  to  th'  Pirate  Sisyphus  : 
For  one  sweet  smile  from  thy  pure  lip  can  quell 
The  wrath  oi furies,  and  redeem  half  M/ ; 

Oh  my  Amanda  thou'rt  so  rare  a  she, 
There's  none  hath  features  to  compare  with  thee, 
Should  the  age  present,  and  the  ages  past 
Club  for  a  beautie,  they'l  come  short  at  last ; 
I'le  name  no  Helen  snatch 't  by  old  Priam's  boy. 
For  whom  a  ten  yeares  siedge  was  laid  at  Troy, 
With  so  great  slaughter  both  of  horse  and  men  ; 
Those  we  count  trulls  would  have  been  handsome 

(then  : 

rie 


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rie  name  no  Hero,  for  the  stars  have  blest  us, 
With  better  beauties  then  that  starre  of  Sestus  ; 
Holland's  Diana,  and  another  Moon, 
The  faire  Philippa,  Uke  the  Sunne  at  noon. 
A  heavenly  daughter  oi  Northumberland's, 
Young  CapelVs  glory,  and  the  Lady  Sands, 
That  blithe  smooth  Madam  ;  had  I  thee  alone 
Amanda,  I'd  enjoy  these  all  in  one  ; 
Thou  art  a  matchlesse  peerlesse  Paragon, 
One  that  an  Angel  might  well  doat  upon  ; 

Had  that  comparison  bin  made  by  thee, 
Which  once  was  made  by  proud  Cassiope, 
Those  water  Fairies  the  Neriades. 
Sending  no  horrid  Monster  from  the  seas, 
To  eate  up  beasts,  and  men  ;  would  proudly  tell. 
That  thy  sweet  Beautie  was  their  paralell ; 
Or  to  a  rock  suppose  thou  chained  were. 
To  be  devoured  by  a  Monster  there, 
As  was  the  heav'nly  faire  Andromeda, 
The  rock  would  moulder  or  else  melt  away  : 
With  thy  sweet  self,  as  deeply  fall'n  in  love  ; 
Each  Angel  would  thy  Guardian  Perseus  prove  : 
With  lesse  presumption  then  Antigone, 
Heaven's  proud  Juno  can't  compare  with  thee  ; 
No,  my  Amanda,  for  I  dare  prefer. 
Thee  'fore  the  stately  Queen  o'th'  Thunderer, 
'Fore  her  and  comely  Venus  both  together. 
Though  love  bring  bolts,  and  Mars  his  gauntlet  hither. 


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On  Kmandd's  dimples. 

/^Nce  more  I'm  faH'n  into  an  extasie  ! 
^^How  /  could  gaze,  gaze  till  I've  lost  my  eye  ! 
Gaze  on  those  dimples  in  thy  cheekes  and  chin, 
Where  the  three  Graces  play  at  in  and  in  : 
Three  sacred  vaults  within  w^hose  rosie  w^ombes, 
Sweet  Venus  all  her  pretty  smiles  entombes  ; 
Babes  which  born  laughing,  laughing  live  and  die, 
Then  are  interr'd  within  thy  rosarie  : 
They  haunt  thy  lovely  cheeks,  and  here  and  there, 
Their  smiling  ghosts  appearing  disappear  ; 
Each  from  his  head  hath  hanging  down  to's  feet, 
A  lilie  leafe  in  stead  of 's  winding  sheet ; 
Shrouded  in  damask  rose  from  top  to  toe, 
About  thy  dimples  they  passe  to  and  fro, 
Still  to  thy  dimples  little  shades  do  come, 
Thinking  thy  dimples  their  Elysium  ; 
And  I  my  selfe  finde  such  an  Eden  there, 
Such  heav'nly  features,  Heav'n  so  ev'ry  where. 
That  with  a  willing  heart  I  could  resigne. 
My  clay  to  th'  dust  and  shut  my  dying  eyne  ; 
Might  my  soul  be  when  from  my  Corps  it  flies, 
Amanda's  Saint,  and  she  its  Paradise. 

To  Amanda  on  her  black  browes. 

^TT^ou'rt  faire  and  black,  thy  browes  as  black  as 

1  (jett, 

But  ne'er  were  black  and  white  so  lovely  met,        (you 

The  Moor's  black  Prince  would  court  thee,  there's  in 

The 


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The  English  Beautie  and  the  Negroes  too  : 

I've  read  of  Goshen  which  the  Hght  did  cover, 

When  a  thick  darknesse  was  all  Egypt  over, 

Here's  a  transcendent  wonder,  here  is  ev'n, 

Cimmerian  darknesse  in  the  face  of  Heav'n  : 

Enamel 'd  black  upon  thy  browes  is  set, 

Which  other  Madams  do  but  counterfeit ; 

And  those  black  patches  which  our  Ladies  weare, 

To  set  their  lilie  out,  is  in  thy  haire  : 

Nor  do  thy  twinkling  eyes  like  two,  clear,  bright 

Faire  starres  appear,  'cause  in  thy  browes  'tis  night. 

No  but  thy  browes  because  so  nigh  they  stand 

With  thy  bright  eyes,  are  Sun-burn 't,  black't  and 

Thy  browes  do  mourn,  and  fit  it  is  if  e're  (tan'd, 

Thy  ey'n,  Amanda,  shed  one  single  tear  ; 

If  e're  thou  weep'st  but  once,  although  thou  never, 

Weep  more,  'tis  fit  thy  eye-brows  mourn  for  ever. 

To  his  best  friend  Mr.  T.  H. 

True  SIR, 

THe  Countrey  Gentleman  who  never  mist. 
When  he  walk't  out  his  Faulc'ner  at  his  fist : 
Who  once  besides  his  hounds  was  able, 
To  keep  a  pack  of  servants  at  his  Table  ; 
Now  trudges  through  the  streets  in  any  fashion, 
To  a  Committee,  and  returnes  in  passion. 
Chewing  his  lips  for  cud  ;  it  is  not  hard. 
To  know'n  by's  silver-haire  malignant  beard, 
And  his  delinquent  boots,  in  which  he  goes, 
Wetshod  i'th'  sweat  of 's  dirtie  mellow  toes  ; 

'Tis 


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'Tis  pity  troth  such  good  old  Gentlemen, 
Are  forc't  to  wear  their  old  boots  o're  agen. 

Nay  Sir,  the  Prelates  beg,  his  Lordships  gr ace y 
Walks  with  a  scurvie  Sequestration  face. 
The  good  old  honest  Priest  is  grown  so  poor, 
He  sayes  his  grace  at  another  mans  door  ; 
You  may  know'n  by  the  reliqus  of 's  old  Querp-co3.t, 
By's  Canonical  rags  he's  a  Priest  you  must  know't. 
His  girdle  is  greasie,  he  doth  all  to  befat  it, 
Black  puddings  he  hangs,  and  sauciges  at  it, 
Though  once  he  preach 't  well,  and  learnedly  spoke. 
Now  he  hath  not  so  much  as  a  pig  in  a  poke. 

True  Sir,  the  Clergie  suffers,  none  can  teach. 
The  truth  with  freedome,  or  with  courage  preach, 
In  stead  of  some  good  worthy  pious  Knox, 
W  have  nothing  now  but  a  lack  in  a  box  ; 
The  people  without  life  or  soul  lie  dead, 
As  under  th'  aspect  of  Medusa's  head  ; 
The  Gentrie  groans,  the  Nobles  muzled  are. 
The  heavie  taxes  make  the  Bumpkins  swear. 
And  tradesmen  break  ;  the  truth  o'th'  storie's  this, 
The  times  are  bad,  and  all  things  are  amisse  ; 
It  is  an  iron  age,  an  age  that  swarmes 
With  vipers,  yet  had  I  within  mine  armes 
My  lovely  sweet  one,  that  same  Fairest  she. 
Whose  love  accepts  my  bribing  Poetrie  ; 
Pretty  Amanda's  kissing  Alchymie, 
Can  make  this  age  a  golden  age  to  me. 


To 


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To  my  Noblest  and  ever-Honoured 
friend,  Sir  Thomas  Leventhorpy 
Baronet. 
SIR, 

ME  thinks  'tis  time  to  know  the  joyes  of  love, 
Toward  great  Hymens  altar  time  to  move  ; 
And  now  no  longer  ward,  'tis  fit  you  be 
Guardian  to  some  transcendent  Deitie, 
And  make  some  wealthie  beauty  fortunate, 
Not  only  in  the  share  of  your  estate 
And  honours,  but  i'th'  richer  treasury 
Of  your  {aixq  person,  and  your  sparkling  eye, 
Where  a  bright,  radiant  soul  displayes 
/ts  chaster  twinkling  flames,  like  the  Sunnes  rayes 
/n  a  clear  Crystal  font,  when  Zephyrus 
That  modest,  luke-warme,  Yirgm-incubus 
Makes  the  sweet  Nimph  hold  out  (the  lovers  blisse) 
Cool  trembling  lips  to  take  a  passant  kisse  : 

'Tis  pity  that  so  rare  a  soul  should  be 
Confin'd  to  thought,  and  in  the  Nunnerie 
Of  its  own  lodge,  lead  a  monastick  life, 
Barr'd  of  all  Consort  pyes,  which  a  good  wife 
Diffuseth  like  an  Amber-box,  wherein 
Unguents,  balme,  spice,  and  perfum'd  oiles  have  been 
Closely  imprison'd,  which  now  first  take  th'  aire. 
Like  myrrhe  and  spikenard,  when  they  bruised  are, 

G  And 


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And  vie  their  odours  with  the  violet^ 

The  roses  and  carnations  which  are  set 

In  my  Amanda's  cheeks,  whose  early  breath 

/'th'  morning  is  an  Antidote  to  death  ; 

Sweeter  then  Cynamon,  hke  Frankincense, 

Preservative  against  iht  pestilence 

Of  melancholy  fits,  the  dull  disease 

Of  nods,  brown  studies,  and  such  plagues  as  these  ; 

'Tis  fit  so  rare  a  bodie  be  possest 
By  two  faire  souls  ;  so  faire  a  soul  be  blest 
With  two  faire  bodies  too  ;  may  both  your  minde 
And  bodie  pleasure  in  its  likenesse  finde  ; 
May  she  you  choose  be  such,  whose  shape  and  feature 
Shall  speak  her  goddess  rather  then  a  creature  ; 
May  she  be  Eccho  to  your  worth,  in  which 
I  fully  wish  she  may  be  rarely  rich. 
In  whatsoe're  doth  Admiration  move, 
7n  all  the  dainties  of  her  sexe  and  love, 

As  for  a  single  life,  'tis  nothing  lesse 
Then  Hermitage  amongst  a  wildernesse 
Of  women,  who  do  vaile  their  rarities. 
Or  else  arefruitlesse  or  forbidden  trees  ; 
Besides,  he  studies  Nature  best  'tis  known. 
Who  hath  a  Phy  sick-gar  den  of  his  own  ; 
Which  is  most  state,  anothers  land  to  till 
And  plough  in  common,  or  be  Lord  at  will 
/n  a  Free-hold  ?  Nay,  then  consider,  Sir, 
In  robbing  Orchards  what  the  troubles  are  ; 
Though  now  from  climbing  private  walls  you'r  free, 
Yet  think  what  'tis  that  tempts  to  th'  robberie  ; 

Youth 


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Youth  and  f aire  lovely  fruit,  though  ne'er  so  good 
And  clean,  sometimes  the  chastest  flesh  and  blood 
Must  needs  be  bobbing  ;  now  to  Tantalize^ 
And  always  live  by  feeding  of  the  eyes, 
7s  a  poor  silly  banquet,  on  the  thin. 
Small,  saplesse  species  that  are  served  in, 
By  colour'd  atomes,  which  an  Elephant 
7s  as  soon  cloid  with  as  the  smallest  Ant. 

I  know  you  have  a  Martial  warlike  heart. 
Your  looks  speak  valour,  which  'tis  fit  y'  impart 
To  the  next  age,  and  though  you'd  rather  make 
Your  sword  eate  men,  then  have  a  woman  take 
Your  noble  spirits  pris'ners,  'yet  to  give 
Birth  to  an  heire,  and  that  your  name  may  live, 
Do  like  your  fathers,  lest  you  guilty  be 
O'th'  murther  of  your  blood  and  familie. 


Nothing  like  his  love  to  Amanda. 


GO  ye  great  Ranters,  into  th'  wilde  embraces 
Of  your  stew'd  Madams  ;  lick  their  varnisht  faces, 
Where  slimie  snailes  have  crept ;  brag  of  the  fee. 
Wherewith  they  bribe  your  spending  lecherie  ; 
Then  swash  it  to  the  Taverne,  and  confesse 
That  lust  maintaines  your  pride  and  drunkenness. 

Go,  you  mad  City-Huffs ,  who  inght  young  heirs. 
And  fill  those  Lack-wits  with  strange  jealous  feares 
Of  your  pretended  valour  make  fair  showes, 

G  2  But 


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But  dare  as  little  as  they  to  come  to  blowes  ; 
Go  with  your  Guardian  Hectors  who  maintam 
(Some  petty  booty,  some  small  prize  to  gaine,) 
A  windfall  Ladies  honour,  keep  for  pay 
The  old  Troy-rumts  of  some  Hecuba  ; 
Jumble  her  bones  within  her  shrivled  skin, 
And  take  the  mud-walls  of  her  carcase  in  ; 
Hug  rotten  Countesses  which  pockeaten  are, 
As  if  their  M aster-Co ffin-wormes  were  there. 
Who  for  a  legacie  would  swear  'twere  sweet 
To  spend  o'th'  stinking  Corps  i'th'  winding  sheet. 

Go,  cursed  Misers ,  damned  o're  and  o're, 
For  grinding  the  lean  faces  of  the  ^oor  ; 
Morgage  your  carking  soules  and  bodies  to 
A  Usurer  as  mercilesse  as  you  : 
To  fill  your  bags  seek  and  scrape  every  where, 
Dig  to  the  centre,  and  die  beggars  there  ; 
Go  cheat  and  over-reach  only  to  fill, 
And  take  up  paper  with  a  tedious  Will ; 
Create  trouble  to  th'  Executors  to  prize 
Your  wealthie  goods,  and  pay  out  legacies, 
Then  your  heir  laughing,  play  at  Hoop-all-hid 
As  once  your  rustic  coffin 'd  money  did  : 
Depart  in  hopes  to  be  sav'd  after  all, 
For  the  repairing  an  old  Hospital, 
Or  some  poor  School-masters  augmentation. 
An  exhibition  to  some  Corporation 
To  set  young  Tradesmen  up  or  so,  then  die 
Rich  in  your  gifts,  and  poor  in  charitie. 

Go,  ye  State-leaches,  in  your  blessings  curst. 

Sweetly 


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Sweetly  suck  blood  and  money  till  you  burst, 
Fleece  a  whole  Kingdom,  then  like  silly  sheep, 
Which  butchers  in  some  fat'ning  pastures  keep 
Only  for  slaughter,  amongst  cut-throats  fall, 
Pil'd,  poird  and  snip't,  shier'd  and  cashier'd  of  all ; 
Empsons  and  Dudley es,  Speakers  and  men  o'th'  chair, 
Spoil'd  as  the  Sultans  griping  Basha's  are. 

Go,  ye  Court-spaniels,  quest  in  honours  sent, 
Perfum'd  and  polish 't  with  a  complement. 
Fawne  and  shake  tailes  to  Ladies,  keep  them  fed 
With  bribing  viands  of  the  banquet-bed, 
With  them  their  little  dogs  and  Cupids  play. 
Till  you  be  crack't  and  broken  too  as  they, 
Then  your  hope's  lost,  you  slighted  and  forgot, 
Down  quickly  to  some  Countrey  gaol,  and  rot ; 
But  say,  your  Princes  Favourite  you  be, 
Grac't  with  the  loose-hamm'd  Courtiers  knee  ; 
Know  there  is  Autumne  in  the  midst  o'th'  spring 
/'th'  Court,  and  if  the  smiling  face  o'th'  King 
In  which  your  honour  lives,  be  overcast 
With  clouds,  you  only  blossome  to  a  blast. 

Go,  plodding  Students,  ramble  through  the  Arts, 
Learn  all  that  science  to  the  soul  imparts. 
Let  notions  huddle,  swim  and  multiplie. 
Till  they  do  muster  into  heresie  ; 
Receive  those  Centaur's  and  Chimera's  in. 
Which  monster-like  against  true  Reason  sinne  ; 
Go  crack  your  braines  with  Blenches  which  are  bred 
By  swarmes  within  a  crazie  brooding  head  ; 
Bring  to  the  wrack  your  judgement,  reason,  sense, 

G3  To 


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To  screw  a  truth  from  non- Intelligence  ; 

/nfect  thy  wits^  with  buzzing  thoughts  which  flie 

About  Xikt  gnats ^  and  sting  out  Reasons  eye  ; 

Reade  errors  till  thou  squint  on  truth  ;  and  make 

Unity  double  and  treble  seem,  so  mistake, 

And  then  at  last  be  serv'd  like  th'  Logick  elfe, 

Prov'd  two  egges  three,  supp'd  on  the  third  himself ; 

What  a  great  businesse  'tis  !  what  strength  we  spend, 

What  wit  and  time,  all  to  no  other  end 

Then  to  vent  parts  and  words,  and  wrangle  still, 

As  if  in  chaines,  we  needs  must  prove  free-zvill ! 

To  hold  predestination  or  decrees y 

Or  some  such  ridling,  needlesse  points  as  these  ! 

What  an  act  'tis  to  write  a  book^  then  die, 

And  be  confuted  hy  posterity  ! 

These  are  sad  heavy  thoughts  of  working  brains, 
Most  fruitlesse  projects,  yet  require  paines  ; 
The  Huffes  and  Hectors  do  contrive  and  plot 
To  hug  a  Madam  or  a.  pottle-pot. 

Both  which  they  love  alike,  although  their  drink 
And  wine  be  sweet,  perhaps  their  Madams  stink  : 
The  Mwer  toyles,  and  all  his  carking  care 
Can  seldom  purchase  from  his  heire  a  teare. 
Nay,   whil'st    he    labours,    strives   and   gaspes  for 

(breath ; 
The  frolick  wag  laughs  the  old  fool  to  death. 
The  Statesman  hatches  Cuckows  egges,  gets  in 
A  stock,  then  bever-like  dies  for  his  skin  : 
The  Courtier  lives  on  hopes,  his  Princes  frown 
Till  the  next  smile  kills  him,  and  casts  him  down. 

Still 


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Still  his  preferment  is  adulterate, 
Subject  alike  to  honour  and  to  hate  : 
The  Scholar  keeps  a  stir  t'  immortalize 
His  name,  tumbles  and  tosses  Libraries ^ 
Puts  on  his  doting  winter-rug  at  night. 
Sits  up  till  two,  two  or  three  lines  to  write. 
Well,  well,  Amanda,  be  but  rul'd  by  me, 
We'l  spend  our  time  in  no  such  foolerie, 
May  I  but  make  thee  Dearest  to  my  minde. 
We  will  leave  children,  and  not  hooks  behinde. 


To  Amanda  supposing  and  wishing  she  were 

with  childe. 


W/th  what  delight  and  joy,  me  thinks  /see 
Thy  swelling  womhe  increase  its  treasurie  ! 
What  a  sweet  poison  'twas  !  if  all  maids  past 
Fifteen,  could  themselves/)© wow  so,  how  fast 
They'd  kick  up  heels,  be  venom'd  in  their  beds  ; 
And  murther  those  Chimera's  Maidenheads  : 
How  stately  my  Amanda  looks  !  she  seems  to  me 
Diana  in  her  crescent  Majestic. 
What  frozen  creature  is't,  won't  wish  as  soon 
As  Fhebe's  spi'd  himself  the  man  i'th'  Moon  ? 
What  Virgin  thy  faire  Lunar  globe  can  see. 
And  not  straight  wish  to  be  i'th'  full  like  thee  ? 

I  wish,  my  Dearest,  I  could  heare  thee  say. 
The  little  boy  kicks,  willing  to  make  his  way 

G  4  Into 


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Into  his  fathers  armes  :  Oh  may  he  be 
His  own  sweet  mothers  picture,  not  Hke  me. 
Ah  could  I  heare  it,  [I  have  often  smil'd 
To  think  upon't]  Amanda's  great  with  childe  ! 
She  looks  within  a  month  ;  would  past  all  feare 
I  once  might  say,  Welcome  down  my  stairs^  my  Deare  ; 
Would  thou  were't  church' t^  and  the  good  wives  were 

(come 
Agossipping !  Now  'twil  be  guest  by  some 
The  maine  thing  that  I  wish  implicitly 
Is  this,  would  /were  brought  to  bed  with.  thee. 


io^jfe  *  *  jfe  jfe^^jfe  *  jfejfejfe  ^  *  jfe^jfe^jfeioio  ioioioio 


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MISCELLANEA 

Poetica: 

Carminaexequialia,  Epigrammata  &  di- 

versi  generis  Poemata  coUigata  in  Mani- 
pulum;  cui  Annectuntur  Epistolae, 

ROSAMUND/E    HENRICO, 

ET 

HENRI  CI    ROSAMUND/E, 

Quas  clarissimus  olim  Poeta  nostras 

MICHAEL  DRAITON  Armiger 

Nostratibus  dedit  ; 

Carminibus  Latinis  redditae  ; 

Quarum  quas  secunda  est  OVIDIANO  plane  stylo 
nobilitatur  ah  Elegantissimo  &  Honoratissimo  luvene, 

D^°  EDVARDO  MONTACUTIO. 

Die  quis  PatrouuSj  quis  nunc  erit  ? 

A^oj  tamen  h^c  agimus^  tenuique  in  pulvere  sulcos 
Ducimus. 

LONDINlj  Excusum  Anno  Dom.  1653. 


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W 


Ornatissimo  viro, 
W\     ALEXANDRO     AKEHURST, 

S.S.  &  Individuas  Trin.  Coll.  Cantab. 
Vice-Praesuli  Dignissimo. 

E  essem  ingratitudinis  [qua  non  est  tur- 
pior  ncevus]  vel  diutule  notatissi- 
mus  labe,  paginas  hasce^  nominis  tut 
<Sf  virtutis  breve  monumentum,  tibi, 
(Gravissime  vir)  tiitelaris  Angeli 
mei  fidelis  cultor,  non  imprudenter^ 
tun  bond  cum  venidy  dedicaverim  ;  Nee  r  ever  a  mi- 
hi  in  ore  meo  colliquescere  solety  qui  memoriam  adi- 
maty  Galectites,  nee  socordid  seu  papaveris  lacte, 
consopitus  discubuiy  ut  qui  tantce  tuce  Beneficentiae  in- 
dormire  potuerim  ;  faciliiis  utique  decreverOy  bene 
merenti  non  omnino  deberi  gratias,  qudm  a  me  non 
usquequ  aque  pro  virili  meo  &  obnixiiis  animo  re- 
pendi :  Beneficia  vestra,  non  adeo  sinam  deperdita  essey 
ut  quce  simul  ac  data  sinty  labantur  illico  &  avolent ; 
Humanitas  vestray  tot  Uteris  &  characteribus  se  ex- 
pressity  tot  sententias  aureas  est  locuta,  uty  si  in  me 
essety  amori  tuo  &  Bonitatis  gloricBy  prcesens  cetaSy 
nee  comma  suffigerety  nee  periodum  posteritas.  At 
ero  ingenii  mei  egregius  Gnatho  si  eas  me  putem  ho- 
nor!   tuOy   hoc   dispalato   carminCy   columnas  ponere, 

quas 


(94) 

quas   Poetae    majorum    Gentium   Moecenatibus   suis, 

Quas  nee  Jo  vis  ira  nee  ignis,  &e. 

Quinimo  tarn  diver  sum  cogito,  &  e  contra  persen- 
tiscam  hanc  Camoenam  meam,  {si  vita  suppetat)  iisdem 
auspiciis  tuis  superfuturam  quibus  olim  est  nata,  nee 
enim  agere  potest  illam  animam  quam  a  te  hausit,  quam 
&  pur  am  insuper  &  vivacem  conservas.  Gloriahor 
tuiiiis  tuo  nomine,  quam  si  singulus  propemodum  ver- 
sus stricto  gladio  se  defenderet,  &  quceque  pagina  acu- 
tissime  mucronata  frameas  pugionesque  minitaret. 

At  quid  ego  tibi  Helieonem  cui  nihil  sapit  prceter- 
quam  anima  Saturni  &  Jovis  Spiritus  qui  Chymi- 
eorum 

Caput  inter  nubila  condis. 

Et  adea  tantum  lectionem  adhibes,  quce  scribuntur 
calamis,  a  Philosophorum  Aquila  &  Phcenice  de- 
sumptis  ?  Veriim  Doetissime  Vir,  nonsunt  genus  ho- 
minum  inter  se  tam  omnino  dissimile  Poeta  &  Chy- 
mieus  ;  Hie  nempe  Aphronitrum  &  Salem  gemmas, 
ille  Veneres  &  florem  Salis  ;  Clibanos  hie  furnos- 
que  &  equi  fimum,  ille  Pegasum  &  mellifieia  Attica  ; 
Hie  venenum  &  philtrum  jactat,  ille  quosvis  in  Cu- 
pidinis  ignem,  imo  potest  in  patibidum  agere  ;  Hie 
herbarum  cineribus  pristinas  formas  &'  ISLoavyKpaaia^ 
induit, 

Ille  etiam  jubet  ut  vivat  post  funera  virtus, 

Sic  neque  vel  cineri  gloria  fero  venit, 

Quin  &  homines  facit  Poeta,  quam  diii  manserit  mor- 

talitas,  immor tales  ;   pulcherrimas  fabulas  hie  &  ille 

ventilat,  edque  fingit  mendacia,  quce  veritatem  magts 

significarey 


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significare,  qudm  exprimere  videntur  verisimile ; 
jam  verb  etiam,  quicquid  id  est  quod  ostentavit  A- 
grippa,  iste  scilicet  Simon  Magus  vester,  quod  me- 
dicorum  omnium  prcestantissimus  Theophrastus, 
quod  Hispanus  ille  cum  campanula,  quod  ilia  denique 
Maga  Virgiliana, 

Quae  se  carminibus  promisit  solvere  mentes, 

Quas  velit,  ast  aliis  duras  immittere  curas, 

Sistere  aquam  fluviis,  &c. 
Quantdcunque  sint,  a  nobilissimis  Chymicis,  vel  ef- 
fecta,  vel  excogitata  &  ficta  tantummodo,  non  mi- 
nora a  certe  prodigia,  nee  veritatis  ratione  impari  in- 
venta,  attribuebantur  olim  &  etiam  nunc  hodie  ascri- 
buntur  Poetis.  Vtrique  in  monte  quodam  sublimi  & 
aureo. 

Quaerunt  quod  nusquam  est  gentium,  reperiunt 
tamen.  Notum  est  quod  effutiunt  labeones  quique,  utrius- 
vis  facultatis  studiosos  degeneratum  iri  inpannosos  men- 
diculos,  at  illi  nequam  homines  ^tkapyvpoi,  qui  otiosam 
pecuniam,  nummulorum  ceruginem,  &  captensularum 
sordeSy  Chymicorum  Poetarumque  sapientice  prceferunt 
invincibilis  ignorantice  rei,  me  judice,  damnabuntur  ad 
Plutonem  ;  quo  nimirum  in  pretio  fuerint,  qudm  u- 
bique  gentium  cohonestati  &  celebres,  satis  eloqui  pos- 
sunt  in  Pandulphi  Cathedra  Rheginus,  pro  Arctiia 
Poeta  ipse  Cicero. 

At  ne  hie  molem  struam,  Chymicorum  Poetariimq  ; 
laudes  accumulando,  inclyta  nomina  recensendo,  & 
percurrendo  virtutes  reciprocas,  Argumenti  &  a~ 
moris  duplici  catena,  eos  breviter  astringam  ;   qui  ete- 

nim 


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nim  magis  continuo  invicem  ad  complexum  currant 
&  oscula,  qudm  (fraterrima  capita  Gemellorum)  Poeta 
&  Chymicus  ?  uterque  nimirum  naturae  primogenitus  ; 
hie  materno  gretnio  delectatur  ;  ille  matris  subuculd 
involvebatur  delicatulus  pusio  ;    <Sf 

Post  obitum  supremaque  funera. 

inter  flores  &  herbas  utriusque  circumvolabit  animulay 
hortulorum  ilia,  hcec  Parnassi  apecula,  vagula,  blan- 
dula  ; 

Quare  (Spectatissime  Vir)  ut  comitatem  tuam  & 
mansuetudinem  taceam  {de  quibtis  permulta  nunc  essent 
dicenda)  si  hcec  cerebri  mei  aqua  stillatitia  percoletur  in 
capitello  tuo,  si  lagunculam  e  doliolo  nostro,  sipusillum 
hoc  &  levidense  munusculum,  bono  animo  acceperis, 
Humanitas  tua  erit  mihi  ficTpa  7ro\vdvdefxo<;,  Et 
precabor  superos,  ut  Adech  tuus  &  bonus  Daemon, 
Antimonii  Arcana  ac  novum  indies  €vpr)Ka  tibi  sug- 
gerat,  ut  idem  ille  Cherubin  coelestis  tibi  ipsi,  qui  & 
ipsi  olim  Paracelso  opituletur  jugiter,  &  semper  adsit 
ad  manus  usque  eo  dum  a  coelo  avoles  spagyrico  ad 
^niada  Paradisi. 


VALE. 


Amplissimo  nomini  vestro  perpetua 
observantia  &  officio  devotis- 
simus.     N.  H. 


H 


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k; 


In     obitum     gravissimi    senis    D"'    Doctoris 

COLLINS,  Theologiae  Professoris  Re- 

gii  Cantabrigtce. 

A  Mica,  (Lector)  funeri pedissequa 
Attendat  cemula  lacryma, 
Viduaque  mater  lugeat  Academia 

Sponsi  ad  senilis  ncenias, 
Et  veste  nubild  induantur  lugubres 

Ecclesiastici  chori ; 
Non  januce  Libitina  car  dines  quatit 

Non  ostium  excussit  modo, 
Sed  ausa  vel  scientiarum  Regium 

Evertere  monasterium. 
Compressus  est  silentio  fidissimus 

Propheta  &  Interpres  T>ei 
Veteranus  emeritusq  ;  linguae  Hebraicae 

Professor  elinguis  silet. 
Exhaustus  est  ditissimus  Theologiae 

Thesaurus,  &  Oraculum. 
Casiisq  ;  jam  tandem  per  omnes  mors  rudis 

YitttvocXiton  flexit  vagum. 
Variatur  ille  quem  monoptoton  diii 

Credidimus  invariabile  ; 
Iniqua  certe  mortis  absurdte  mantis 

Hominem  ferire  tam  senem, 

H  2  Ve 


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Venerandafatis  occubuit  Antiquitas 
Obiit  senectus  non  senex. 


Somnus  mortis  imago. 

STahat  in  Eliaco,  nebulis  vestita,  sacello, 
Fcemim poene  suo  nescia  stare  loco, 
Sydera  su  adebant  circumlucentia  somnum, 

Miscebdtque  suas  Cynthia  arnica  faces  ; 
Visa  est  nutare  &  pulvinar  queer  ere  mento, 

Inque  suo  firm  e  labra  sepulta  sinu  ; 
Noxfuit  hcec,  Icevd  nigrum  est  amplexa  puellum, 

Etpuer  ad  dextram  qui  stetit  albus  eraty 
Illafuit  somni,  fuit  altera  mortis  imago, 

Sic  morti  similis  somnus,  &  alba  nigris. 


To 


(  loi  ) 

To  his  loving  friend  M.  T.   G.   upon  cover  - 
ing  his  head  in  the  Colledge-Butteries. 

WHat  is  the  matter  Tom,  thou'rt  grown  so  old, 
Hoarie  and  white  o'th'  sudden  ?   fear'st  thou 

(cold 
Salt  brackish  rheumes  should  falling  on  thy  chest 
Thy  windpipe  rot,  thy  spungie  lungs  infest  ? 
Yes,  taplash  breeds  catarrhs,  and  thereupon 
The  Butler  needs  must  starch  thy  night-cap  on  ; 
Tom,  thou  wert  fudl'd  o're  night,  and  'twas  for  fear. 
Thou  should'st  i'th'  morning  drink  too  much  small 
After  so  hot  an  Orgy  an  sacrifice,  (beer 

Twas  wholesome  moral  Physick  not  to  size. 

O're  night  thou  know'st  it  was  thy  fatal  lot, 
To  mugy  to  quaffe,  carouse  and  bownce  the  pot ; 
Next  morne  /hast'ned  to  the  butterie-hatch, 
How   much    Col- tiff e   thou'dst    drink   /  meant   to 

(watch  ; 
But  when  I  came,  /  view'd,  look't  every  where, 
The  duce  of  any  Tom  or  head  was  there. 
First  from  the  bottom  of  the  Tables  I  spi'd, 
And  upwards  ev'ry  name  /  straightly  ey'd  ; 
Each  name  a  round  o'th'  ladder  seem'd  to  me, 
Then  come  to  th'  blank  which  put  m'  in  minde  of 

(thee  ; 
H3  It 


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It  emblem'd  out  a  thief,  who  'fore  he  dies 

Lookes  Hke  thy  head  witWs  night-cap  o're  his  eyes  : 

How  !  proud  and  coy  !  Prethy  now  what  do'st  aile, 
That  Hke  the  wenches  thou  must  mask  and  vaile, 
And  hide  thy  face  (hke  them  in  heat  of  blood,) 
In  such  a  daintie,  fine,  white  sarc'net  hood  ? 
Way  with  that  mufler,  shew  thy  face,  let's  see't : 
Prethee  leave  off  doing  pena?ice  in  a  sheet. 
Thou  look'st  like  some  old  scurvie  Countrey-Hag, 
That  makes  a  biggen  of  an  oat-meal  bag. 
Whose  face  is  mask'd  with  chin-cloth  fine  and  gay. 
To  ride  on  Dick  or  Brown  o'th'  market-day  : 
Thou'rt  like  a  Corps  old  women  have  laid  out, 
Whose  meagre  visage  is  cover 'd  with  a  clout ; 
I  think  they'l  shroud  thee  too  with  time  and  bayes  ; 
For  they  complain  how  thou  hast  spent  thy  dayes  ; 
Die,  Tom,  in  these  bad  times  ?  thou  must  despair 
Of  being  interr'd  with  Common-prayer. 

Rise  prethee,  feare  not,  thou  shalt  namelesse  be, 
Rascal,  dost  think,  we  can't  new  christen  thee  ; 
Nay  in  the  old  way  too  boy,  and  rather 
Then  not,  I  mean  to  be  thy  Godfather  : 
'Tis  but  small  charges  Sirrah  ;  there  needs  no  fee 
Unto  the  Midwife  or  the  Nurcerie  ; 
Nor  need  I  give  my  Godson  some  fine  boon, 
A  Coral-whistle  with  bells,  or  silver-spoon  ; 
When  thou  art  grown,  canst  ^o  alone  and  prattle, 
Please  thy  Nurse  and  Godfather  with  tittle  tattle  ; 
r\e  give  thee  schooling  ;  for  thy  books  /'le  pay, 
Home-books  and  Primmer s,  childe,  to  fling  away  ; 

Then 


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Then  thou  shalt  ask  me  blessing,  pretty  toy, 

rie  stroke  th'  oth'  head,  God  blesse  thee,  rise  my  boy  ; 

Then  chuck  th'  oth'  chin,  and  with  a  Godfathers  grace, 

'Tis  my  good  boy,  here's  for  thee,  learn  apace  : 

Now  if  the  black-coat  come  and  cat'chize  thee  ; 

Answer  him  M.  or  N.  Sir,  T.  or  G., 

/f  urgent  still  he  ask  thee,  what's  thy  name  ? 

Conjure  and  mum,  crie,  (Jh  Sir,  Yes,  that  same. 

But  heark  thee  Tom,  hast  lost  thy  Sirname  quite  ? 
Wert  thou  degraded  like  a  new  dub'd  Knight, 
Cashier 'd  with  good  Sir  Ha/,  '^'iv  James,  Sir  John, 
Who  had  their  llonours  dsLt^dfourtie  one. 
Whose  pride  by  act  of  State  was  made  a  sinne. 
Calling  the  last  edition  of  titles  in  ? 
Stay  th'next  Platonick  fourty  one,  and  then 
For  some  few  yeares  you  shall  be  Knights  agen. 

Thou  i'th'  mean  while  (it  is  an  honourable  word 
Amongst  the  Hunch-backs)  shalt  be  call'd  my  Lord : 
Or  else  some  Carter,  rather  then  have  none. 
Shall  lash  and  name  thee,  Robbin,  Wob  or  Rhoan  ; 
Yes,  yes,  thoud'st  make  a  Stallion  rare, 
To  earne  thy  Master  Clod  some  groat's  a  mare, 
Then  for  thy  motions  Rhe,  ho,  hut  will  do. 
The  Aldermans  Thiller  thy  name-sake  too. 
And  then  all  day  to  have  thy  Tutor  sing, 
Lash  thee  and  whistle,  (then  rogue)  fresh  grasse  i'th' 

(spring  ; 
Yes  and  i'th'  winter-time  to  have  a  maw. 
To  feed  on  hawme  oi  pease  and  barley-straw  ; 
Then  draw  up  hill,  and  when  the  cart  goes  dead, 

H4  To 


104 

To  be  well-pun 'd  with  whips  iWflanck  or  head, 
And  then  thy  Master  when  thou'st  spent  thy  force, 
To  clap  thy  buttocks  with  Gra-mercie-horse. 
But  prethy,  Tom,  tell  what  the  reason  is, 
Thou'rt  harness' t  in  this  metamorphosis  ? 
They  say  that  thou  wert  mad,  /zor«e-mad,  and  now 
Thou  wear'st  a  kinde  oiBondgrace  like  a  Cow. 

Heaven  blesse  thee,  my  best  chicken,  I  dare  say 
Thou  wer't  unkindly  us'd,  who  will  say  nay  ? 
For  troth  I  know  thy  heart  and  temper  well, 
'Tis  plain  and  easie  for  the  world  to  spell ; 
Open  and  free,  and  lodg'd  within  a  breast, 
Wherein  no  swelling  envious  serpents  neast ; 
It  alwayes  in  a  grateful  posture  lies 
Thy  loving  friends  most  ready  sacrifice  ; 
And  from  thy  bosome  should  he  it  command, 
Thy  bosome  straight  lies  open  to  his  hand  : 
I  know  thee  well,  I've  read  thee  o're  and  o're  ; 

Thou  only  want'st  two  or  three  faces  more  ; 
One  for  thy  publike  use,  t'  Hippocritize, 

A  Chappel-mask,  a  garb  and  Sunday-eyes. 

But  let  that  falsehood  passe,  thou  know'st  /know 

The  men  o'th'  world  are  riddles,  so  let  them  go. 

My  civil  charity  doth  speak  it  sinne. 

To  rifle  others  closets  or  look  in  ; 

Yet  if  their  hearts  were  hell,  /'d  never  doubt 

To  venture  in,  to  fetch  the  devil  out ; 

For  some  have  thought  the  worst  they  can  of  you. 

Who  dare  I'm  sure  no  worse  then  they  dare  do  ; 

But  rie  not  preach  in  verse,  lest  some  of  those 

Should 


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Should  envie  me,  who  can't  do't  well  in  prose  ; 
No,  Tom,  at  present  thou  my  theam  shalt  be, 
And  as  men  name  a  text,  so  I'le  name  thee  ; 
As  they  do  little  or  nought  to  th'  purpose  say. 
So  rie  but  name  thee  just,  and  then  away  ; 
And  rather  then  thou  still  shalt  nothing  be. 
But  Entelechia  and  hcecceitie  ; 
rie  name  thee  Cambridge-Tom,  and  of  thee  vaunt, 
As  they  of  Funster-Jack,  ^mdjohn  of  Gaunt ; 
Thomas  Thomasius  thou  shalt  be, 
Or  Thompson  of  the  Danish  progenie  ; 
Or  Tom  ap  Thomas  like  that  Welch  device. 
And  link  of  names,  ap  Owen,  ap  Hugh,  ap  Rice  ; 
Or  else  with  them  I'le  borrow  from  the  jfezves. 
Name  thee  as  they  the  sonnes  of  Rabbi's  use, 
Rabbi-ben-Majim,  who  Majims  loines  came  from. 
So  will  I  name  thee  Rabbi  Tom-ben-Tom. 


An 


(  io6) 


An  ELEGIE  on  the  death  of  Mr. 
Frear  Fellow  of  Trin.  Coll.  in  Cam- 
bridge^ who  died  of  a  Con- 
sumption. 

AT  length  upon  the  wing,  haste  to  possesse 
Th'  eternal  mansions  of  true  happinesse  ; 
To  Saints  and  Angels  go,  and  Fellow  be 
Amongst  those  Doctors  of  Divinity  ; 
Long  were't  admitted,  and  now  fit  it  were 
Thou  take  thy  journey  to  continue  there  ; 
Pitty  thy  soul  should  be  no  otherwise 
Employ'd,  then  to  hold  open  dying  eyes, 
And  yet  how  loath  she  fled,  as  if  sh'  had  rather 
Stay'd  here  to  keep  thy  skin  and  bones  together. 
»Some    few   dayes   longer    hadst    thou    drawn    thy 

(breath, 
Thy  frighted  friends  had  taken  thee  for  death  ; 
For  which  thy  meagre  shape  as  well  might  passe, 
As  that  which  holds  the  spade  and  houre-glasse  ; 
Thou  look'st  as  if  thou'dst  past  through  Chir'rgions 

(hall 
A  live  Anatomic,  the  Belfree  wall 
Doth  nothing  ne'er  so  grim  a  shape  present : 
So  thy  kinde  soule,  till  all  its  oile  was  spent, 
GHmmer'd  i'th'  socket,  as  if  when  't  went  out 

Thy 


(  107  ) 

Thy  friends  should  be  i'th'  dark,  and  all  about 
The  scritchowls  of  the  sable-winged  night, 
Hither  in  errors  clouds  would  make  their  flight ; 
Thus  whil'st  thou  seems  to  he  Jobs  living  story. 
Thy  death's  head  was  our  best  Memento  mori. 
Alas  poor  thread-bare,  worne  out  Skeleton, 
With  one  short  rag  of  flesh  scarce  cloath'd  upon. 
More  bare  then  in  the  wombe,  unto  thy  Urne 
How  truly  naked  did  thy  Corps  return  ? 
What  stranger  who  had  seen  thy  shriv'led  skin, 
Thy  thin,  pale,  gastly  face,  would  not  have  been 
Conceited  he  had  seen  a  ghost  i'th'  bed 
New  risen  from  the  grave,  not  lately  dead  ! 
Those  things  in  vaults,  whose  gently  touched  shrine 
Falls  into  dust,  look  fresher  farre  then  thine. 
Which  was  so  dry,  as  if  thy  carcase  were 
For  many  yeares  embalm'd  and  buri'd  there  ; 
Who  e're  had  argu'd  that  thou  ne'er  would 'st  die, 
Would  have  disputed  very  probably  : 
At  least  he  might  have  made  this  topick  good, 
Thou  wert  immortal,  'cause  not  flesh  and  blood. 
But  we  who  know  thou  spak'st  so  many  tongues. 
Will  cease  to  wonder  at  thy  wasted  lungs  ; 
And  from  thy  losse  of  flesh,  it  was  not  fit. 
We  will  conclude  the  wormes  should  feed  on  it. 
'Twas  pity  such  a  piece  to  th'  grave  was  hurl'd, 
For  th'  curious  volume  of  thy  lesser  world 
An  Enoch-hke  Translation  fitter  were, 
Then  Critick  death  for  an  /nterpreter  : 
Thy  learning  was  so  rich,  that  I  would  dare 

[Were 


(  io8) 

[Were  it  hereditary,  I  thy  heire] 
To  spend  with  wealthie  Ccesars,  and  out- vie 
Europes  most  learned  living  library  ; 
Clad  all  in  sackcloth  if  I  were  to  mourn 
In  dust  and  ashes  [like  a  soul  forlorn] 
Could  these  externals  make  me  more  divine, 
Or  adde  to  Piety,  I'd  call  for  thine. 

'Tis  pitie  nature  did  but  lend  thee  us, 
Give,  and  then  take  away  her  jewel  thus  ; 
Alas  !  when  she  perceiv'd  how  suddenly. 
Dull  counterfeits  would  all  in  fashion  be. 
And  gems  that  are  the  right  at  nought  be  set. 
She  lock't  thee  up  within  her  cabinet. 
So  we  were  losers  all.     But  mark  his  end. 
How  like  a  traveller  to's  loving  friend, 
He  just  at's  farewel  takes  a  parting  cup, 
Biddeth  us  all  adieu,  and  drinks  it  up  ; 
Reader,  'twas  to  thy  health,  and  though  in  beer 
Yet  prethy  kindly  pledge  him  in  a  tear. 


An 


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An   ELEGY  on   the    death   of   Mr.    Cranes 
Apothecary  in  Cambridge. 

AShes  to  ashes  !  who  !  our  Msculape  ! 
Our  Cambridge-Chiron  !  can't  such  skill  escape  ? 

Such  Peons  die  !  strange  !  dust  to  dust !  who  is't ! 

What  noble  Crane,  that  golden  Alchymist  ? 

/s't  he  !  then  proud  Dame  Vesta  certainly 

Will  vaunt  those  atomes  to  eternitie. 

Swell,  boast,  look  big,  and  in  her  womb 

'Teem  him  an  everlasting,  growing  tomb  ; 
Embalme  him  Reader  in  thy  memorie. 

Shroud  him  with  silver-blossom* d  rosemarie  ; 

With. pennie-royaly  marigold  flowers, 

And  yellow  saffron,  embleme  out  what  powers 

Of  Sol  and  Luna  in  his  coffers  lie, 

Forc't  in  by  his  great  Art  and  Industrie  : 
'  Tis  fit  this  great  Preservative  oi formes 
Should  never  want  a  med'cine  'gainst  the  wormes : 

Tir'd  with  dull  elements,  he's  gone  from  hence 

T'extract  and  clothe  his  soul  with  quintessence  ; 

There  is  no  all-heal,  but  a  funeral ; 

All  things  before  are  mix't  with  wormwood,  gall, 

And  vinegar  ;  Now  he  is  gone  from  us  ; 

Tis  benedictus  without  carduus  ; 

No 


(    "O) 

No  sulphur  tinctures,  tartar,  no  disease  ; 
'Tis  lignum  vita,  and  no  aloes. 
His  house  and  shop  since  death  hath  overcome, 
Is  furnished  with  Caput  mortuum, 
Let  your  Alemhicks  freely  crystalUze, 
Fill  gallipots  with  catarrhs  from  your  eyes, 
Or  rather  wipe  them,  let  them  not  be  mistie, 
He's  gone  for  Manna  or  for  manus  Christi. 


On    the    immature     death    of    his     hopeful 
friend,  Mr.  Alexander  Rookeshy. 

I. 
TVyfOst  cruel  death  !  be  so  precise  ? 
-*-^-*-         Take  no  excuse  ! 

Could  not  thy  nature,  nor 
Thy  well  promising  youth  apologize  ! 

2. 

This  fit  of  sicknesse  should  have  been. 
The  smallest  stop, 
Only  a  comma  to  thy  health. 
A  short  deliquium,  then  life  agen. 

3- 
What  so  unskilful  in  Orthographie  ? 

Illiterate  fate  ? 

To  put  z  period  thus,. 

Where  but  a  colon  at  the  most  should  be  ! 

±.  Was't 


(Ill) 

4- 

Was't  not  unmannerly  in  death 

Before  his  tale 
Were  told,  or  he  had  spoke 
His  better  sentence  out,  to  stop  his  breath  ! 

5- 
O'th'  dawning  of  his  life  /  look, 

As  on  a  short 

Brief  preface,  or  a  kinde  salute 

To  th'  gentle  Reader,  but  w'  have  lost  the  book. 

6. 

'Tis  fit  each  Scholar  o're  his  Herse, 

Weep  Elegies, 

Nature  was  scanning  him, 

^s  though  she  meant  to  make  a  golden  verse. 

7- 
But  death  instead  of  long  Hexameters  y 

Making  Adonicks, 

Served  a  warrant  in 

Which  fate  had  writ  in  short-hand  characters. 

8. 

So  left  the  learn'd  Hippocrates j 

(Giving  a  dash 

Rude  Ignoramus  like) 

To  make  a  guesse  and  spell  out  the  disease. 

9- 

Himself  read  only  his  Contents, 

The  Chapter  must 
Be  read  at's  grave,  while  down 
His  coffin  ives  drill  watrie  monuments. 

10.  Fare- 


(    "2) 
10. 

Farewel,  farewel,  dear  heart, 
Is't  thine,  my  friend  ? 
I  bid  this  longest  farewel  to. 
Or  rather  is't  my  own  with  which  I  part  ? 

II. 
Alas  !  good  soul,  thou'rt  gone  ; 
And  were  it  not 
That  I  should  wish  my  death, 
I'd  wish  'twere  time  to  follow  on. 

12. 

Nor  would  I  any  other  knell 
To  drive  away 
Bad  spirits  from  my  grave. 
Only  the  Eccho  of  thy  passing  bell. 


To 


(  "3  ) 

An    Epithalamium    sacred    to    the    Nuptials 

of  the  truly  Religious  Lady,  the  Lady 

A.  H.  and  the  Valiant  and  Worthy 

Sir  W.  W.  Knight. 

TOy,  most  victorious  Madam  ;  pardon  me, 

•^  If  I  recal  a  past  solemnity  ; 

'Tis  a  review  oijoy,  which  is  a  dish 

Not  like  some  strange,  out-landish  fowle  or  fish, 

Or  some  new-fangled  sauce,  some  bo-peep  meat, 

Which  th'  Antipodes,  and  we  by  turnes  do  eat, 

Some  sullen  cates  which  out  of  season  flie. 

To  tempt  the  Ladies  with  their  raritie  ; 

But  like  your  Conserves,  with  more  choice  delight 

Feeds  all  the  humours  of  the  appetite, 

Playes  with  a  curious  palate,  and  from  thence 

Leaps  to  the  eye,  then  to  another  sense, 

So  doth  enrich  the  soul,  till  it  surmize. 

The  body  an  Elizian  Paradise  : 

This  wealthie  joy,  which  at  the  marriage-tide 
Sparkles  i'th'  Bridegrooms  eyes,  perfumes  the  Bride 
With  her  own  cheerful  spirits,  till  they  dart 
Laughter  into  her  spouses  ticklish  heart ; 
This  balsame  joy,  great  Lady,  I  present 
In  a  reunction,  to  renew  its  sent, 
And  call  its  quickning  vertues  out,  which  lie 

I  Not 


(  "4) 

Not  dead,  but  dormant  in  their  treasurie  ; 
I  do  but  rub  the  herbe,  and  wake  from  thence 
Such  fragrant  savours,  as  may  feast  the  sense, 
Tell  you  what  flowers  in  your  posie  are, 
Repeat  some  notes  in  short-hand  character. 

Then  pardon.  Madam,  though  I  come  so  late, 
Joy's  never  out  of  season,  still  in  date. 
Where  love  is  fresh, yoy  never  can  decay. 
Though  yeares  be  spent,  'tis  still  the  wedding  day. 

Then,  great  triumphant  Madam,  once  again, 
Joy  to  your  second  Conquest,  you  have  ta'ne 
Two  noble  Warriours  Captives  in  your  breast. 
Nature  hath  ransom' done,  the  other's pr est 
To  succeed  ^mWr  ;  oh  blest  captive  he 
That's  pris'ner  in  so  chaste  a  Nunnerie  ! 
'Twas  pity  since  your  first  was  forc't  to  yield, 
Your  second  stay 'd  so  long,  as  if  the  field 
Were  voted  by  some  pious  bosome-law, 
For  so  long  time  Sir  Simons  Golgotha  ; 
Good  wife  !  whose  body  for  some  years  must  be 
Her  first  Deare's  charnel  house,  his  Calvarie. 

But  now  that  cloud  of  Funeral  Obsequies 
Hath  spent  it  self  in  teares,  and  in  your  eyes 
Mirth  'gins  to  startle  and  resume  its  seat ; 
Fresh  blushes  vault  in  triumph^  smiles  curveat : 
All  speak  your  Conquest  of  the  Conquerour, 
What  a  commanding  Amazon  you  are  ; 
Unto  whose  service  Champions  are  drawn  forth, 
Upon  the  Altar  of  whose  glorious  worth. 
Great  Hymen  bids  me  offer  sacrifice. 


And 


(  "5  ) 

And  tW  godofwarre  hath  done  devotion  twice, 
Stately  Belloiia  courts  your  Ladishipy 
And  am'rous  Mars  fights  duels  at  your  lip  : 
You  take  your  Spouse  in  prisoner  by  your  charmes, 
Sir  William  takes  you  in  by  force  of  armes, 
And  then  such  volley  shots  of  kisses  flie, 
Would  tempt  and  ravish  sworn  Virginity. 
Now  may  those  chaster  lips  so  closely  meet, 
At  each  salute  as  if  your  soules  did  greet ; 
And  since  -Sir  William  here  hath  taken  quarter ^ 
'Tis  for  his  honour  to  be  Knight  oHK  garter  : 

Nor  will  I  leave  him  there  ;  no  from  above 
The  Heavens  greet  you  with  ntv^joyes  of  love  ; 
Joyes  which  must  alwayes  needs  be  fresh  to  you, 
Where  Christ  to  both  is  Bride  and  Bridegroom  too  ; 
Within  whose  heart  the  lilie  o'th'  valley  growes. 
That  clustered  Camphire,  that  sweet  Sharon-rose, 
That  bundle  of  myrrhe,  he  whom  the  Virgins  love. 
Whose  scarlet  lips  drop  honey  as  they  move. 

Oh  may  your  Dear  Beloved,  kisse  his  Vine 
With  kisses  of  his  mouth,  more  sweet  then  wine  ; 
So  shall  you  spread  your  fruitful  branch,  and  see 
Your  children  like  the  plants  o'th'  Olive-tree. 

These  are  my  hearty  wishes,  and  you  know 
Although  I  am  no  great  Divine, 
Not  only  rich  but  poor  mens  coine  will  go, 
5*0  may  these  prayers  of  mine. 


12  To 


(  ii6) 


I±]lS[ll@[±illI±l[±][±][l]I±lI±]Il][±][±][±]@ 

To    Mr.    John    Mors^    Merchant    in    Kings 

Lynne,  on  the  death  of  M"" 

A,  Mors  his  wife 

Mors  tua  Mors  Christi. 

A  Las,  good  Gentleman,  hath  that  sweetest  love, 
That  spouse  of  yours  made  out  her  last  remove  ! 
Hath  death  that  great  Knight-Errant,  who  doth  play 
^nd  dodge  in's  motions,  here,  there,  every  way, 
Checkmated  you  in  taking  of  your  Queen, 
Or  is't  a  Sthale  ?  No  'ts  more,  then  be'nt  o'reseen, 
For  now  she's  taken  as  your  pawn,  and  when 
Your  time  is  come,  'twill  be  check-mate  agen  ; 
But  i'th'  mean  while  you're  loser  in  a  word, 
It  is  but  setting  another  Queen  o'th'  board  ; 
Yet  must  you  not  begin  the  game  anew, 
Till  th'  loser  pay  what  for  the  last  was  due  ; 
Then  troth  Sir,  for  this  six  or  seven  yeares 
You  must  be  daily  paying  summes  of  teares, 
^nd  all  your  friends  like  faithful  Clerks  stand  by, 
T"  help  tell,  lest  for  a  tear  you  tell  an  eye. 
With  you  good  Seathrifts  common  'tis  to  mourn, 
^nd  weep  at  th'  inconsiderable  losse  of  worne. 
Old,  decay 'd  barks,  whose  Stoage  is  nothing  moe, 
Then  Haberdeen,  poor  John,  or  Indigo ; 

For 


(  "7  ) 

For  which  such  streames  th'  prodigal  humour  sheds, 
That  with  your  ships  your  eyes  sink  in  your  heads  ; 
Then,  Sir,  at  what  expence  ought  you  to  be. 
Your  great  misfortune  will  discover  t'e  ; 
The  best  of  all  your  vessels  buldg'd  and  lost, 
To  be  recover'd  by  no  charge  or  cost. 
Your  izmiXy -rudder  broke,  and  all  your  store 
Of  spice  and  amber,  your  perfumes  and  ore, 
Thrown  to  the  deep  ;  for  she  was  more  to  you, 
More  then  all  these,  your  India,  your  Peru  ; 

If  womens  souls  be  Planets  in  the  aire, 
^nd  rule  like  potent  Constellations  there, 
iSurely  the  Merchants  wives  will  there  reside. 
Darting  kinde  beams  their  husbands  ships  to  guide  ; 
Then  in  your  voyage  if  a  storme  arise. 
Lost  in  the  clouds,  look  for  her  brighter  eyes, 
^nd  if  a  conduct  Cynosure  you  see, 
Fall  down,  do  homage  and  strike  saile,  ^tis  she. 

»She  who  whil'st  living  was  more  then  your  Star, 
Your  heav'n  on  earth,  a  blessing  greater  farre  : 
^he  that  did  make  all  beasts,  fowle,  fish  and  men, 
A^  though  she'd  work  th'  Creation  o're  agen, 
Who  wrought  the  starres  into  a  Canopie, 
And  in  her  Samplers  taught  Astrologie, 
Where  th'  Heavens  face  she  made  so  bright  appear. 
That  Tycho  might  have  read  new  Lectures  there. 
Birds  feather'd  with  her  silk  you'd  swear  did  flie, 
Camels  have  past  too  through  her  needles  eye  ; 
•Saw  you  how  she  hath  wrought  Eves  naked  thighs. 
You'd  think  your  self  with  her  in  Paradise : 

13  5h' 


(  "8) 

SW  hath  made  the  Muses,  Venus  and  her  elfe, 
^nd  faire  Diana  too  look  Uke  her  selfe  ; 
Then  the  three  Graces  all  so  sweet  and  neat, 
That  would  Dame  Nature  make  a  piece  compleat, 
To  ravish  and  surprize  the  worlds  eye, 
Hence  she  must  take  the  patern  to  work  it  by  : 
Then  /o,  Dande,  such  pretty  things. 
You'd  swear  they're  made  for  gods,  and  not  for 

(Kings. 
In  shadows  she  would  vaile  a  physnomie, 
Then  work  a  candle  and  light,  to  see  it  by  ; 
'  Tis  true  most  women  good  at  night-work  be, 
But  few  or  none  so  good,  so  neat  as  she. 

Admired  fancies  !  Oh  they  are  so  good. 
That  could  she  but  have  wrought  in  flesh  and  blood, 
^nd  made  those  beauties  speak,  and  something  do, 
5'urely  she  might  have  made  my  Mistris  too  ; 
Nay  she  hath  wrought  a  face,  so  much  to  th'  life, 
I  fear  you'l  court  it  for  your  second  wife. 

Troth,  Sir,  who  e're  she  be  shall  tempt  your  blood. 
See  how  she's  like  your  first,  so  farre  she's  good  ; 
You'l  make  your  self  and  all  your  friends  rejoyce. 
To  draw  her  picture  in  your  second  choice  ; 
^nd  as  i'th'  Indias  when  you  walk  about, 
To  finde  some  precious  mineral  out, 
*Some  richer  rocks  of  gold,  you  search  and  trie. 
By  signes  and  tokens  where  the  veine  doth  lie  : 
Be  as  exact  in  choosing  your  new  Bride, 
Let  your  last  wifes  Idea  be  your  guide  ; 
Let  her  faire  visage  teach  your  rambling  eye 

To 


(  "9  ) 

To  know  the  cloisters  of  a  treasurie  ; 
If  any  like  her  be,  know  she's  divine, 
And  fall  to  work,  for  she's  a  wealthie  mine, 
A  pearle  fit  to  be  worne  on  Merchants  necks, 
Like  her  the  choicest  Sampler  of  her  sex. 

Oh  could  you  finde  but  such  a  Matron  out, 
So  loving,  chaste,  prudent,  discreet,  devout ; 
So  constant  a  Colleague,  so  faire  as  she. 
Who  is  there  that  would  not  your  Factor  be  ? 
What  Coward  is't  would  not  make  out  for  her. 
Hoist  sailes,  and  be  a  Merchant-Yenturer  ? 
All  Courtship  stormes,  tempests  and  tides  defie, 
Waving  the  flashes  of  her  lightning  eye  ; 
And  though  she  threatned  shipzvrack,  think  it  sport 
To  split,  and  so  swim  naked  to  the  Port. 

Then,  Sir,  be  charie  in  your  second  choice, 
And  let  the  pleasant  musick  of  her  voice 
Speak  your  first  Consort^  let  your  second  be 
Your  first  wifes  Monument^  her  Elegie  ; 
Fairly  recruit,  be  the  most  blest  of  men, 
And  in  your  second  choose  your  first  agen  : 
So  let  your  vertuous  spouse  survive  in  this. 
That  you  are  wedded  to  her  Emphasis. 


1 4  On 


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On  the  Anniversarie  of  the  fifth  of  Novem. 
to  the  Fellowes  of  Trin.  Coll. 

*^TpWere  no  absurdity  if  /  should  wish  ; 

A  You  had  dark  lanthornes  for  a  second  dish, 
Sculls  and  deaths  heads  will  not  be  out  of  season, 
To  put  you  all  in  minde  of  Vaux  his  treason, 
Yet  least  poor  Scholars  should  have  nought  to  pick 
But  bones,  pray  let  your  feast  be  Catholick 
And  superstitious  too,  so  you'l  afford 
Some  holy  reliques,  for  Prince  Arthurs  board. 
Let  your  mirth  this  day,  and  your  joyes  be  mickle, 
Had  the  powder  gone  off  w 'had  been  in  a  pickle, 
And  which  invention  were  most  damnable. 
Pope  or  salt  Peter  had  been  disputable. 
But  the  plot  was  found,  so  by  accident 
Wicked  Pope  Urban  was  Pope  Innocent. 


An 


( "I ) 

An    ELEGY   on    the    death    of    Dr.    MED- 

CALFE,  late  Vice-Master  of  Trin. 

Col.  in  Camhr. 

MOst  sacred  Reliques,  at  whose  Obsequies 
Devotion  bids  us  weep  not  teares  but  eyes  ; 
'Tis  but  weak  sorrow  which  commands  we  must 
Sprinkle  some  water  only  to  lay  thy  dust, 
And  huddle  up  th'  Atomes  at  so  poor  expence, 
As  if  we  meant  to  sweep  thy  ashes  hence  ; 
We'l  rather  spend  our  springs,  and  when  we're  dry, 
Weep  for  more  teares,  another  Elegie, 
Old  Ennius  shall  preach  no  Funeral  here, 
Nor  make's  (without  a  sigh,  a  sob,  or  teare) 
Expose  thee  with  a  Diogenes  staffe, 
Which  serv'd  the  Cynick  for  an  Epitaph  ; 
No  we'l  command  the  Muses  to  thy  Herse  ; 
^nd  make  Apollo  weep  in  golden  verse. 
Parnassus  cloth 'd  in  mourning  weeds  to  grace 
Thy  Corps,  shall  stoop  to  give  thee  burying  place  : 
^nd  so  it  for  a  Golgotha  we'l  have, 
^nd  weep  a  Helicon  into  thy  grave  ; 
Nay,  it  is  fit  when  such  great  Doctors  die, 
Parnassus  should  appear  Mount-Calvarie. 

Then  shed  your  grief  and  labour  to  out-vie 
The  grave-stone  sweating  in  its  Agonie, 
With  crystal  jems,  which  from  your  eyes  distil, 

In 


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In  stead  of  dust  the  Sextons  shovel  fill, 
Speak  and  weep  volumes  at  his  sepulchre, 
As  if  in  learned  Medcalfs  Coffin  were 
The  mines  of  a  famous  Librarie, 
A  Chronicle,  a  three-ages  registrie  ; 
And  since  w'  have  lost  this  jewel-house  ^ 

This  treasury, 

'Tis  fit  each  Scholar  ware 
A  watrie  pearl  in's  eye. 


In    obitum    Reverendi     Senis    Doctoris    R. 

METCALFL 

Carmen  Lapidarium. 

'JLSEus  !  heus  !  morare  qui  sepulchra  obambulas 
-^  -^         Siste  paulisper  gradum , 

Vbi  semper  aliquando  sistes, 
Moraberis  ceterniim  semel. 
Cuicunque  jam  spei  incumbis  &  invigilas  somnio 
Hie  nonnunquam  recubandum  &  obdormiendum  est  tibi ; 
Incertissimum  est  &  quando  tu  me  &  quomodo 
Qudm  quodsequeris  tandem  nihil  certius. 
Imo  incertum  est  hinc  quo  veneris 
An  abeas  denuo  &  te  vivum  abstuleris  : 
Atpriusquam  transeas  Palabunde  mortalis 
Sacra  hcec  in  monumenta  saltern  oculosfige 
Lacrymisque  duri  marmoris  immiscefletus, 

Hie 


(    123    ) 

Hie  intus  urna  est  in  qua  cineres  suos 
Custodiendos  misit  venerandus  senex  Robertus   Met- 

(calfus 
Theologise  Doctor,  communis  Index  &  Interpres  Theo- 

(logicus. 
S.  S.  &  Individuas  Trinitatis  Collegii, 
Sagax  Vice-praesul  &  Cardinalis  Presbyter 
Qui  crebris  curavit  Eleemosynis 

Refocillandos  pauperes : 
Quijuventutisindigentioris 
Et  promovendis  usque  &  usque  alendis  studiis 
Msecenatem  se  ostendit^  seduld  munificum  &  munifice 

{sedulum 
Sermonis  Hebraei  radix  &  Professor  longe  emeritus 
Linguarum  Orientalium  phosphorus  occidit : 
Oh  qudm  optavit  Mater  Academia 
Ad  eruenda  sacra  artium  mysteria 
Ejusdem  ut  cetatis  &  annis  pares  forent 
Metcalfus  &  Methusalem 
Sic  quam  optimus  fuisset  labentis  ad  Academiae  Ca- 

(tastrophen 
Scientiarum  &  doctrinae  Epilogus  : 
Agesis  viator  vale. 
Video  tefestinare  hinc  quofestinant  omnia  ; 
Vale  utfestines  lente. 


An 


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An    Elegie    on    the    death    of   Dr.    Cumber^ 
late  Deane  of  Carlisle,  and  sometimes  Ma- 
ster of  Trin.  Coll.  in  Camb. 

WHat  gone  to  sleep  ?  hush't  Reader,  let  him  lie, 
And  with  an  easie  iuneral-lullabie, 
Weep  o're  his  Cradle,  which  (poor  Sextons  fee) 
At  the  next  Earth-quake  may  be  rock't  for  thee, 
For  w'  are  all  sleepie,  and  fore-morning  light 
May  from  our  friends  receive  our  last  good  night ; 
Nay,  'ts  odds  if  thou  or  I  shall  watch  so  long, 
As  thi^  good  father  did  to's  even-song, 
Who  wanting  but  just  one  yeare  of  fourescore, 
I'th'  Colledge  of  the  Trinitie  once  more, 
Under  the  Worlds  Tutor  is  gone  to  be 
Admitted  freshman  to  Eternity  ; 
Would  /this  Abrams  bosome-pupil  were. 
Oh  but  they  're  all  Fellowes,  all  Masters  there, 
And  with  the  glorious  Founder  of  the  place. 
Still  YichXy  feasting,  yet  still  saying  grace. 

Now  Royal  soul,  you  shall  enjoy  your  due, 
Heaven's  a  mansion-/o^^^,  more  fit  for  you. 
There  the  great  King  of  Kings  shall  set  you  down. 
And  for  your  Dividend  give  y'a  princely  crown, 
And  that  white  precious  stone  of  mysterie. 
Which  none  except  thy  self  can  reade  to  thee. 

Those  five  great  Princes,  seen  by  thy  dying  eye. 

Were 


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Were  five  of  Heavens  Kings  of  Herauldrie^ 
Sent  thence  to  be  thy  Conducts  on  the  way, 
Thy  souls  safe  convoy  from  its  bed-rid  clay  ; 
And  those  sweet  youths  which  thou  'fore  death  didst 

(see, 
Were  Cheruhims  with  crownes  to  wait  on  thee  ; 
Farewel,  brave  Prelate,  go  and  shine  with  them, 
iSainted  with  a  celestial  diadem  ; 
Go  and  be  ravish 't  on  Gods  holy  hill 
With  melting  Ecchoes,  which  double  and  double  still 
*Sweet  Hallelujahs  with  ten  thousand  charmes 
By  Angels  which  lie  couchant  in  thy  armes. 

Farewel,  ^00 J  5om/,  thou'st  bravely  done  thy  task, 
^cted  thy  part,  and  left  us  in  a  mask. 
Tire'd  out  with  our  first  Scene  of  Tragedie 
And  mischief,  thou'dst  no  more  Spectator  be, 
To  see  Mountebank-worldly  goblins  play. 
The  devil  jugling  the  juglers  souls  away  ; 
No,  thou  could 'st  weare  no  visard,  nor  pretend. 
And  he  a  changeling  for  some  worldly  end  ; 
But  thy  firme  conscience  which  had  search 't  and  tri'd 
For  truth y  sat  up  its  standard,  fought  and  di'd  : 
/  must  not  call  thee  Martyr,  go  and  be 
Whatever  thy  Religion  made  of  thee. 

Blessing  on  thee.  Reader,  and  God  grant  we  may 
'Wake  as  he  did,  and  waking  watch  to  pray. 


In 


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In      obitum      Reverendi      senis      Doctoris 
THOMM  CUMBER. 

Carmen  Lapidarium. 

AUdi^  audi  ^fragile  &  caducum  corpus  ^ 
Hodierna  Ephemeris,  HistriOy 
Qui  nullo  potes  gemitUy  nullis  artibuSj 
Homicidce  mortis  consilia  frangere ; 
Etiam  hie  stando  fracessis  utique, 

Nulla  sunt  curarum /omenta 
Prceterquam  eineres  atque  hcee  eoemeteria 
Frigida  hominum  dormitoria 
Et  tenaeia  ligurientium  vermium  ecenaeula  : 
At  en  !  Quis  hie  lassus  in  hypogceo  jaeet  ? 
Gloriosus  olim,grandcevus  &  elegans  senex 
Reverendissimus  Theologias  Doctor  Cumberus  un- 

(deoetogenarius 
Carleoli  nuper  Decanus  Colendissimus 
S.  S.  &  Individuae  Trinitatis  Collegii  Cantabrigiae 
Aliquando  praefectus  apex 
Sanctissimus  Ecclesiasticus  Pater 
Mirifiee  integri  &  Haleyonei pectoris, 
Heliotropium  monarchicum  &  calendula  Regia 
Literarum  centimanus  Briareus,  &  hecatonchiros  glos- 

{sographus 
Linguarum    gazophylacium   &    multifaria    janua 

{Nempe 


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Nempe grcecissaverat  in  Grajugenam, 
Samarita,  Chaldceiis,  Arabs^  Mthiops,  Copticus 
Qui  immutabilis  epanadiplosi  concientiae 
Mundanafudit,  sprevit,  neglexit  omnia  ; 
Academiarum  funditus  ruentium  calamitatis 
Prisca  ominosa  prcesaga  calamitas. 
Ccelestisjam  demum  Cathedrae  Catholicus 
Metropolitanus/<2Ciw^,  &  ^rchiepiscopus. 
Hie  vero  tritos  reposuit  centoneSj 
Horsum  scilicet  nonnunquam  omnia  : 

Nescis  viator  y  nescis  reverabrevi. 
Qui  te  itaperdite  amas  &  colis  adeo 

Vermes  etiam  necne  coenaturiant  tuij 
Campana  stepiiis  inopinato  vocat 
Maximeque  dubium  est  an  Calvaster  sepulchrum  adeas 
Abiy  abiy  ad  A  podyterium  tuum 
Et  disce  carnem  exuere. 


In 


. 


(  "8) 

In    Praelia    Navalia    inter   Anglos    &    Belgas. 

ANglia  Belgiacae  nimiiim  suspecta  sorori, 
Construit  adversas,  vix  inimica,  rates  ; 
Utraque  se  Francos/eaV  Gens,  cemula  utrinque^ 

Alterutra  adfluctus  naumachiamque/)a?'<2^. 
Concurrere  rates, pugndmiscentur  in  una 

Ignis,  aquce,  venti,  tela  trisulca,  tridens. 
^ngli  ventorum  pugnant  ohstantibiis  alts, 

Vugnat  &  adjustus  tnilite  Belga  notho  ; 
Puppium  incequalis  numero  non  sufficit  hostis, 

.5:olum  in  auxilium  Be\g3.  fretumque  manet 
Sic  contra  coelos  cum  coelo  Belga,  nee  audet 

Prcelia,  ni  totuspugnet  &  Oceanus  ; 
Nostra  ratis  primo  fracta  est,  sed  &  illaprocellisy 

Et  non  Belgarum  classe,  repulsafuit ; 
Scilicet  a  Belgis  devictos  mergier  y^nglos, 

Est  tantumfluctus  naufragiumque  pati. 
Ulti?na  testatur  Vantrumpi  infamia,  quantiis 

Quot  Trumpis  major  Blaqueus  unus  erat ; 
Belgarum  ostentat  numerosa  adavera  littus, 

Ostentat  laceras  undique  Arena  rates  ; 
Nempe  homines  contra  quosvis  venisse  Britannos 

Et  venisse  pares,  usque  triumphus  erat : 
Heu  Piscatorum  caveas  Gens  ebria,  vestra 

Piscinas  nobis  ni  facial  Regio  ; 

Vestra 


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Vestra  cave  ne  nos  donemus  corpora  scombrisy 
Scilicet  adRhombum  hcec  ultima  pugnafuit : 

Galium  ltd  Delphina  voces^  nam  vester  inundis 
Trux  Leo  necpugnaty  nee  bene  Belga  natat. 

HHSBHiaBISIllIllISSEEIIlISSIBHIlIISISIllSlIlISa 

In  Amhoynce  homicidia  Belgica. 

YyArhara  quce  semper  hellis  &  sanguine  gaudety 
^-^  Qudm  bene  totafuit  Belgia  dicta  Leo  ? 
Sceviit  Amboynae  quee  tdm  crudelis  in  Anglos 

Non  Leo,  cum  catulis  sceva  Leaena/ww  : 
BelgisL  jejunam  super  at  feritate  Leaenam, 

Nempe  magts  seeva  est,  sedgenerosa  minus. 


K  Ve- 


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QQ©QQQQQ63QQE3©©QQQG3E3Qe3Q©E3QE3Q 

Venerabili  Viro,  D°°.  R.  B, 
S.  R.  W.  A.  Et  P.  suo 

semper  observando. 

Diimajorum  umhris  tenuem  &  sine  ponder e  terram, 
Spirantesque  crocos,  &  in  urnd perpetuum  ver. 
Qm?  prasceptorem  sancti  valuer  e  parentis, 
Esse  loco. 

TNfoelixpoterit  campus  tibi  Granta  videri, 
-■■     Fcecundus  magis  est  Oxoniensis  ager. 
Filius  inde  alter  locuples  accurit  Homero, 

Et  tibi  Chaldaeus  j^/zM^  alter  adest ; 
Abba  ego^  nil  nisi  cunarum pueriliter  Abba, 

Inter  labraforet  sen  mihi  mamma  loquor  ; 
Mi  Pater  ignoscas  balbo,  titubantia  lingua 

Festinans  cerebrum  &  pectora  plena  notat ; 
Mi  Pater  indulge  veniam  ;  balbutit  inepta 

Lingua  y  nee  ajfatur  laxior  ore  Patrem ; 
At  cui  filiolo  non  balbutire  necesse  est 

Cui  dicenda  Patris  cura.  Parentis  amor  ? 
Quin  indigna  tuo  tanto  hcec  sunt  nomine,  quanta 

His  major  a  tuos  &  meliora  doces. 


Scholam 


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Scholam    Regiam    Westmonasteriensem    Scho- 

larum  omnium  Reginam  alloquuntur  vicissim 

Cantabrigice  &  Oxonii  Genii. 

Cantab. 

SAlve  Pieridumque  &  Apollinis  incrementum, 
Florere  in  ceternum  tepia  Granta  jubet. 

Oxon. 
Quin  dfiliolis  tibi  Musarum  decus  ingenSy 
Quos  habet  Oxonium  mittitur  alma  salus. 

Cant. 
Tejuga  Parnassi  nutantiafrontegemello, 
Jam  pane  insipidis  devenerantur  aquis. 

Oxon. 
Et  tibi  post  casum  monumenta  refigere  molem, 
Ipsaque  te  montis  stare  ruinajubet. 

Cant. 
A  te  si  moriar  claudi  gaudebit  ocellus  ^ 
Ultimus  inque  tuos  spiritus  ire  sinus. 

Oxon. 
Sume  animamfletusque  meos,  nam  mepereunte 
Lachryma  Musarum  multa  bibenda  tibi. 

Cant. 
At  ne  divellarjatis  neperdar  iniquis, 
Adde,precor,  votis,  &  tua  vota  meis. 

K  2  Oxon. 


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Oxon. 
Atque  ego  ne  manibus  malefiam  prceda  scelestisy 
Etprecibus  nostris  tuprecor  addepreces. 

Resp.  Schola, 
Stabit  &  invitis  fatis  Granta  Oxoniumque  : 

Ox. — Optima promittis.  {Cant.)  Quce  bene  dignafide. 

Sed  tua,  Te  Proles,  nunquam,  nunquamne  videbit 
Nos pater  ?  (Ox.)  Et  viset  matrem  aliquando  suam. 

Cant,  ad  Ox. 
Te  neprius  viset }  priiis  es  visenda  fatemur 

Non  quia  sis  senior ,  sed  quia  mater  eras. 
Illius  es  (soror)  &  nutrix,  &  mater,  &  uno  hoc 

{Quo  tantum  est  majus)  cedimus  Oxonio. 


Car- 


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siiisaHBaaBaaBsiiiiiiiaiiiiiiHssiiiiiiisiiiiiiiig 


Carmen  Lapidarium  in  obitum  Machaonis  Canta- 
brigiensis  Johan.  CRANE  Magistri  in  Artibus. 

l7)Trjpo<;  eVicrrayaeVo?  nepl  ttolvtcuv. 

^Iste,  Siste  paululum  Viator 

^Si  non  valetudinarie,  mortalis  tamen 

Hem  !  vagule,  Blandule 
Proper dsne  ?  quo  properes  equidem  nescio, 
Id  certum  ex  me  &  id  iinum  est  certum  tibi 

Proper  are  celerifatum  te  versus  pede 
UHbiXmz  pultabit  aliquando  importuna,  inevitabilis, 
Ageris  quocunque  pragmaticus 
Atque  in  hcec  scias  non  lente  festinas  loca. 
Mors  etenim  tenebrio,plagas  &  tendiculas  omnibus. 
Quis  hue  tetendit  &  quo  tendis  attende  itaque, 

Fige  osculum  mihi^frigide  licet  rogG,fige  ; 
Peritissimi  venerare  cineres  medici  Apothecarii 
Odorifera  inter  thura,  aromata  &  diapasmata 
Sublimatus  elangtlit  Mercurius 
Dextra  contabuit  ^sculapii  manus. 
Cujus  memories  eadem  debentur  sacra. 
[Quce  divo  Coronidis  filio  Epidaurii] 
Ludi  quinquennales,  gallus  febricitans  capra 
Illustrior  hie  gentis  Poeoniae  gloria  &  ipse  Apollo  oc- 

cidit, 
Pharmacopeia,  olim  nobilis  Panacaea  &  Alexicacon 

K  3  Humanum 


(  t34  ) 

Humanum  Cranium  calcinatum  magis, 
Defaecata  Paracelsi  Alembrot 
Magister  Artium  &  Magisterii 
Metempsychosin  denuo 
Passu  est  Hippocratis  m\  Galeni  animula  ; 
Imminentis  qui  toties  mortis  secuerat  ungues^ 
Et  fatorum  castigaverat  prcecipitantiam, 
Tibi  nunc  prodromus,  &  prcecidaneus  f actus  : 
Meditare  hospes  &  legendo  hcec facile  te  intelliges. 

In  exoranda  nempe  fatorum  numina 
Qui  morhis  ferunt  medicinam  &  remedium  omnibus 
Simile  prcescribet  recipe  &  ana  simile  tibi. 

^  VALE. 

Vale  viator  quantum  potes.  Vale 
At  tum  demiim  valebis  cum  hue  redibis. 

Vale. 
A  medico  etiam  mortuo  Vale. 


E- 


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Elogium    seu    Sciographica    descriptio    S.    S. 
&  Individuae  Trin.  Coll.  Cantab. 

EN  tibi  diligentice  &  industrice  domum, 
Scientiarum  fertilem  redundantid  &  Artium  ple- 

{thord  ! 
Collegiorum  erat  inter  Collegia  nobilissima, 

Aliquando  Alpha,  prce  quo  ccetera 
Abecedaria  nonnunquam  &  Alphabetica, 
Inter  florentissima  elegantior  omninoflosculuSy 
Britannise  acutissimi  oculi  Cantabrigiae 
Vupilla  acies  &  oculus 
Reique  publicce  &  Academiae  matris  cerebrum  &  pia 

{Mater 
Faciesque  caput,  &  Capitolium. 
Quod  Regem  habuit  non  Fundatorem  modo 
Sed  &  Discipulum  &  Incolam  : 
Nee  antiquce  virtutis  manet 
Hodiernum  solummodo  adagium 
Sed  Artium  earundem  gremium  &  tenax  sinus 
Familiares  habet  cum  Mercuric  &  Pallade  Socios, 
Viros  totidem  Naturae  apophthegmata. 
Ad  controversias  cataphractos  milites, 
Veritatis  athleticos  pugiles, 
Hareseon  omnium  Antagonistas  &  antidota, 
Gratiarum  delicias  &  Adonides, 
Reique  publicce  liter arice 
Totidem  Optimates  Dictatores,  Consules, 

K  4  Fietatis 


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Pietatis  prceterea  nardo  redolet 

Theologice  Myrotheciumy 
Archipraesulis  reclusum  manu, 

Pastorum  spiritualium, 
Scaturigo,fons  &  seminarium 
Fundatorum  Regum  &  Reginarum  impendiis 
Opulentum  ad  invidiam  temporum 
Academiae  adjecta  non  Paragoge  modo 
Sed  &  Epenthesis  etiam  &  Vrothesis 
Quid  Architectonicen  &  lapidum  aggeres  loquar  ! 
Quid  spatiosam  & patentem  aream, 
Augustissimum  quasi  Palatium, 
Musarum  amoenissimam  Regiam  &  Basilicam 
Vacerris  palisque  distinctam  &  divisam  ornatiiis  \ 
Quce  umbilici  loco 
Sublimem  Aquceductum  exomphalum  hahet 
Cujus  e  mastis  &  canalibus  saliunty 
Amatrices  nymphce  &  perennes  latices 
Tripudiantia  cestatis  refrigeria 

Musisque  gaudet  alludere 
Vrceforibus  Thetis  Amabilis ; 
Ad  ostia  tranatur perfluitque  rivulus 
Et  amphibolce  ebulliunt  nymphce^ 
Quce  ahnatantes  tacite  obmurmurant 
Lapillulisque  amice  remoris 
Suaviter  insusurrant  qudm  nolentes  defluant, 

Quid  Bibliothecam  loquar  ! 
Quot  sunt  homines,  tot  non  modo  sententice 
Sed  Authentica  capita  &  Authores  Classici. 
Quid  Aulce  excelsa  lacunaria, 

Epi- 


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Epistilia  &  compactiles  trabes. 
Crateres,   Diotas,    Fhialas,    &   capacem  ilia  Nevilis 

{tinafn  ! 
Quid  coruscantia  sacelli  laquearia, 
Totque  tutelares  olim  glabreones  Angelas 
Opulentas  sacerdotales  testes  Vhrygias 
A  cupictum  tapetem  &  vermiculata  gausapUy 
Lances,  pateras,  &  thuribula  argentea, 
Nobiliori  pavimenta  undique  superba  lapide, 
Cinctosque  peribolis  amoenissimos  hortulos  ! 
Columnis  cubicula  fornicata  marmoreis 
Tot  Gratiarum  thalamos  &  cubilia  ! 

Ostentent  Collegia  ccetera 
Trinitatis  quasi  tantiim  appendices 
Lateritios  &  diplinthios parietes 
Liter  arum  plan  e  gurgustia  : 
Quotcunque  structuram  nostram  spectatum  veniunt, 
Ore  omnes  uno  conclamant  undique 
PrceterOxoniensesfratresgrandiloquos 
Academiarum  quas  Europa  venditat 
Omnium  facile  Regina  Cantabrigia 
Collegiorum  quce  antiquissima  Cantabrigia  arrogat. 
S.  S,  &Individuae  Trinitatis  CoWegium primasobtinet. 


In 


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In  festum  S.  S.  Trinitatis  ad  Socios 
ejusdem  Coll. 

EPistomia  Collegiensia  omnia, 
Saliente  murmurent  merOy 
Dubiceque  dunt  per  ambulant  mensas  dapes, 

Fingui  laborantes  bove 
Spuent  Aristippum  Diotae  argentece, 

Gcnerosa.  juvenum  munera ; 
Ad  labra  mittendus  bibentum  non  nisi 

Ingentiori  maschald 
Ore  cestuans  Nevilis  ille  grandior 

Spumetfalerno  canthams 
Fluctum  in  rates  immanis  ut  coetus  suo, 

Jaculatur  e  Siphunculo  ; 
Haurite  calices,  amphordsque  nobiles 

Inebriato  margine, 
Atahl  quid  est  \  quid  ad  palatum  provoco  } 

Quid  hortor  ad  cultumgulce  ! 
Hcec  magna  lux  rationis  oculos  conterens 

Est  uniccefidei  sacra, 
A  Patre  filius  ex  utrisque  Spiritus 

Ambo  coceterni  Patris, 
Versonce  in  una  essentia  tres,  numina 

Non  sunt  tria,  at  Deus  unicus. 
Nee  Filius  Pater  est ;  nee  est  aut  Filius, 

Aut 


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Aut  Spiritus,  dictus  Pater. 
Et  Spiritus  nee  est  Pater  nee  Filius, 

Sed  Unitas  est  Trinitas 
Sic  videram  triplices  lucernam  pensilem 

Incorporare  lampadas, 
Sic  videram,  videndoplus  ccecutio 

Oculique  lippiunt  magis 
Eloqiie  e  verbum,  Christe  verbum  terminos 

Hos  Trinitatis  explica 
Ipsum  applica  te  menti,  ut  evadat  mea 
Ratione  doctior  fides, 
Et  doctior  fide  ratio. 

Voluptates  commendat  rarior  usus. 

Assiduis  sordet  Luculii  mensa  palatis 
Respuit  &  solitas  nausea  multa  dapes, 
Mendicis  modojejunis  sportelh  placebit, 

Et  si  rara  magis  dulcior  esset  aqua  ; 
Omne  volup  volucre  est,  unde  est  desumpta  voluptas  ; 

Deliciasque  vocant,  quce  quasi  deliteant. 
Displiceant  ne  quando,  Jovi  superisque  bibuntur 

Ad  Phoebi  risus  Nectar  &  Ambrosia 
Displiceat  ne  quando  tibi  mea.  Lector,  Amanda, 

RarOj  qudm  mea  sit  dulcis  Amanda,  legas. 


To 


(  HO  ) 

Q0Q©QQQQQ0QG3QQQQQQQSQQQe3QG3© 

To   the   Fellows   of   Trin.   Coll,   at   a   Feast. 

WHen  ever  you  good  Fellows  please  to  feast, 
We  under-graduates,  dogrels  at  the  best, 
Poor  wits  to  help  you  laugh  away  the  time, 
Must  think 't  our  duty  to  hold  forth  in  rithme  ; 
Would  you  allow  us  coats  in  honest  prose. 
Like  Sturbridge-puddings  in  their  antick  hose. 
In  stead  of  halting  verse,  we'd  dance  on  egges, 
Make  faces,  and  shew  owles  between  our  legges  ; 
'Twould  never  vex  us  to  afford  you  sport, 
Were  but  our  appetite  contented  for't ; 
Whimsies  and  kick-shaw  fancies  I  confesse. 
Are  better  then  a  feast  of  lazinesse  ; 
Yet  I  had  rather  be  an  idle  guest. 
Then  call  the  Muses  up,  and  get  them  drest 
All  nine  for  three-pence,  bonnie  Cleio  sweares 
Te'nt  worth  the  lacing  of  their  stomachers. 

If  verses  'gin  to  grow  so  cheap  with  us, 
Smithfield  shall  dock  and  rate  my  Pegasus, 
rie  water  Hackneys  in  Vyrene's  streams. 
Make  Helicon  as  common  as  the  Thames, 
Varnassus  to  the  Levellers  I'le  sell, 
Morgage  that  Tempe  and  its  sacred  Well 
To  that  new  sinner  Doctor  Chamber lin, 
To  buck  and  runce  his  Lady-Dabchicks  in, 
Himself  shall  dipper  be,  and  Baptist  too, 
/'le  make  my  bargain  he  naught  else  may  do. 

To 


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To  a  spurious  Poet. 

BEtwixt  the  hawke  and  buzzard,  bastard-kite, 
How  durst  thou  try  to  make  an  Eagles  flight, 
And  with  thy  blear  eyes  in  so  high  a  place, 
To  look  my  great  Apollo  in  the  face  ? 
Sirrah^  'twas  mercy  he  was  wrapt  about 
With  clouds,  else  had  thy  eyes  bin  quite  burnt  out, 
Then  to  thy  fancie  thou  would 'st  seem  to  be 
An  English  Horner^  as  stark  blinde  as  he, 
The  Ballad-singers  should  thy  dogrels  sell, 
Thou  call'd  the  Poet  with  the  dog  and  bell ; 
Then  rithme  i'th'  streets,  and  on  a  wad  of  hay 
Kneel,  and  in  verse  the  learned  begger  play 
Amongst  the  scaldheads  under  White-hall  wall. 

If  it  be  ne'er  so  little  amongst  you  all, 
For  the  Muses  sake  before  you  go  yet 
Pray  remember  the  poor  blinde  cripple  Poet ; 

Then  roguish  waggish  boyes  as  they  passe  by. 
Chuck  farthings  in  the  hollow  of  thine  eye, 
Or  else  spit  charity  in  thy  greasie  hat, 
Blow  oisters  i'nt.  There,  Poet,  take  thee  that. 

Then  play  the  Higins  for  the  regiment 
Of  lowsie  tag-raggs  till  thy  lungs  be  spent. 
And  on  the  Sabbath  with  thy  wooden  dish 
Beg  pottage  for  them,  their  best  Sunday-wish  ; 

And 


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And  then  astride  thy  raw-bon'd  Pegasus, 

Like  a  beggar  on  horse-back,  rant  it  thus. 

MistrissBy  I  can  make  Psalmesfor  you, 

One  Cup  of  beer  I  pray 
On  this  good  holy-day 
For  I  very  dry  am, 

Hopkins  and  iSternhold  too, 

Were  Poets  both  as  I  am. 
Thou  Salewit,  were  this  sentence  past  on  thee, 
'Twere  a  just  judgement  for  thy  heresie  ; 
Impostor  !  thou  a  Poet  so  we  call 
A  Broker,  one  of  Merchant-Taylors  hall : 
*So  Crispins  boyes,  who  scarce  can  mend  a  shoe, 
Will  be  no  Coblers  but  Translators  too  : 
Thus  the  dull  scrapers,  who  for  six  pence  play 
At  wakes  and  help-ales  2i  whole  night  and  day  : 
Those  lewd  squeakers,  who  have  no  other  shake, 
Bwt  of  their  palsie-heads,  say  you  mistake 
To  call  them  Fidlers,  as  they  needs  must  be 
Musicians,  the  name  oi  Poet's  due  to  thee  : 
So  old  wives  study  Physick,  who  can  make 
A  Poultis  for  a  felon 'd  thumb  to  break 
And  ripen  it,  thou  good  at  Poetrie  ! 
Annise-seed-Robbin  skill'd  in  Chymistrie  : 
So  Pettifoggers  and  Atturneys  Clerks, 
Innes  of  Court-gallants,  those  Ram-alley  sparks. 
Who  with  a  dash  have  learn 't  to  write  their  names, 
And  say  vous-aves  to  the  City-dames, 
Teach  them  what  fee-simple  diad  fee-tail  implies, 
Would  be  thought  cunning  Lawyers,  and  advise 

In 


(  H3  ) 

In  cases  which  they  ken  as  knowingly, 
As  thou  the  mysteries  of  Poetrie  ; 
So  Academians  call  their  Sophisters, 
That  steal  positions  good  Philosophers  ; 
Pin-makers  are  as  good  Goldsmiths,  if  they 
That  deal  in  varnish,  whose  rude  fancie  may 
By  licence  wrong  the  creatures,  in  their  noses, 
Mouths  and  eyes,  painting  for  Lions,  roses  ; 
Chimera's  in  red-oaker,  naggs  like  hogs, 
And  hares    which    hunts-men   cannot   know   from 

(dogges ; 
/f  these  rude  land-skip-drawers,  limners  be, 
Then  as  a  Poet  we  shall  honour  thee. 

But  know  thou  didst  that  sacred  name  abuse. 
When  thou  mad'st  market  of  thy  cotquean  Muse, 
Going  about  from  door  to  door  with  her. 
Not  like  the  Poet  but  the  Stationer  ; 
Nay  few  o'th'  Poems  in  thy  book,  'tis  known. 
Except  some  non-sense  dull  ones  are  thy  own  ; 
Thou  hast  been  simpling  in  a  ditch,  and  got 
/'th'  fields  some  Lady-smocks  or  Melilot, 
Blue-bottles  or  the  like,  and  thou  must  needs 
Like  girles  make  posies  of  those  stinking  weeds. 
Mingling  some  sweeter  and  more  fragrant  flowers 
Of  better  wits  to  sent  and  set  off  yours  ; 
And  yet  'tis  fear'd  both  are  condemn'd  to  die. 
For  thou  wert  forc't  to  vent  thy  Poetrie  ; 
As  haggs  for  sizings  on  a  Scholars  head, 
A  Tuttie  for  a  loaf  of  Colledge-hread . 

Thou  higler,  who  dost  make  a  hackney  Jade 

Of 


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Of  Pegasus,  and  witt  a  rithming  trade, 

Thy  book  a  kinde  of  Collect  is  a  brief, 

At  first  directed  to  the  heads,  and  chief 

O'th'  parish  whom  it  may  concern,  and  then 

To  all  other  well-affected  Gentlemen  ; 

^s  many  Patrons  to't  as  Authors  are. 

Made  like  a  reck'ning  where  each  clubs  his  share  ; 

Only  thou  pay'st  the  drawer,  and  would 'st  get 

Credit  for  spending  of  anothers  wit : 

Huckster,  forbear  this  cheating  beggerie, 
Or  vent  thy  own,  and  better  Poetrie. 
Climbing  too  high  upon  Parnassus  hill. 
Thy  squeamish  fancie  straight  grew  sick  and  ill. 
There  thou  didst  cast  and  spew,  the  Pluses  faine 
Would  have  thee  lick  thy  vomit  up  again. 


On 


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laiiiaiaiaiiiiiiiiiiiisHHaigiiiHiai^isiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 


On    the    Rout    of    the    disloyal    Partie    of 
Scots  at  Dunharre, 

ISJockie  routed  ?  Charon^  rig  thy  boat 
If  worth  thy  labour,  with  fresh  rushes  strow't ; 
Waftage  enough  feare  not,  but  yet  prepare 
A  strong  rough  stretcher,  if  thy  nauU  thy  fare 
They  dare  deny  thee,  break  their  crags  mon,  do, 
Else  scarce  wil't  have  one  ha'penny  for  two. 
If  thou  art  wise  get  a  blue  bonnet  on, 
They'l  pay  thee  better  'cause  their  Country-mon. 

See  here  they  come  mon,  what  a  Scottish  drove 
Crouds  in  full  flocks  unto  th'  Elysian  grove  ! 
Foure  thousand  at  the  least !  Heark  !  what  a  shrill 
Sad  noise,  the  mazes  of  my  eares  doth  fill ! 
And  on  their  tender  parchments  beat  from  thence 
Like  drum-sticks  an  Alarum  to  my  sense  ! 
What  strange  confused  Eccho's  do  /  hear, 
HowHngs  for  losse  of  kernes,  of  gudes  and  geer  ! 
Oh  prethy  see,  see  how  along  they  gang 
With  kettles  at  their  gurdles  !    o're  their  shoulders 

(hang 
Course  oat-meal  bags,  as  though  they'd  beg  a  boon 
Oi  Pluto,  still  to  feed  on  Pattaloon  ; 

Ah  Charon,  lanch  into  the  deep,  there  make 
Conditions  e're  they  board  thee,  do  not  take 
A  mon  into  thy  skiffe  till  thou  are  paid  ; 

L  See 


(  146) 

See  what  a  totter 'd  Regiment,  how  dismaid, 
rrembhng  with  palsies  they  make  towards  thee  ! 
Look,  look,  what  a  rude  multitude  they  be  ! 
What  gibbrish  is't  they  mutter  ?  how  they  call. 
Wish  de'il  take  boat,  the  Ferrie-mon  and  all ! 
How  they  run  hastily  as  if  they  knew 
Some  death,  some  second  Cromwel  did  pursue  ! 

Alas  old  gray-beard,  now  thy  whirrie  breaks, 
Heark,  what  a  crack  it  gives  !  See,  see,  it  leaks, 
Go  hire  a  thousand  Watermen  to  play 
Next  Oares,  next  Sculler,  'tis  a  safer  way. 
Get  cock-boats,  barges,  lighters,  has  there  bin 
No  Navie  sunk  of  late  to  put  them  in  ? 
i5ut  no  great  matter,  let  them  stay  on  shore, 
Drop  into  Styx,  like  Soland-geese  swim  o're. 

Cowards  !  Mars  such  a  bastard  brood  disdains. 
Who  whil'st  their  blood  congealed  in  their  veins, 
Like  Ague-shaken  Myrmidons  did  fight. 
Till  suddenly  they  thaw'd  into  a  flight ; 
And  brooking  not  the  lightning  which  did  flie 
From  the  steel'd  courage  of  our  souldiery, 
Like  to  chill  snow  in  a  hot  Sun-shine  day. 
These  Northern  /sickles  did  melt  away  : 

But  are  they  vanquish 't,  routed  horse  and  mon  ? 
Must  trea.cherous  Jockie  visit  Phlegeton  ? 
Let  wilde-fires  then  cut  capers  on  the  ropes, 
Appear  and  vanish  like  their  empty  hopes  ; 
Mount  rockets  to  the  second  region,  higher 
Then  their  ambition  soar'd,  dart  balls  of  fire  ; 
Let  powder-devils,  squibs  and  crackers  flie, 

And 


(  147  ) 

And  dance  us  Scottish  gigs,  to  testifie 
How  our  triumphant  hearts,  our  arteries 
Leap  in  us,  and  how  mirth  smiles  in  our  eyes. 

Farewel,  poor  Scot,  thou  need'st  no  more  to  come 
For  coine,  our  States  have  sent  a  new-coin'd  summe, 
Troopers  on  horseback,  pieces  that  weight  down 
Put  in  the  balance,  more  then  half  a  crown  ; 
Though  Magazines  of  Nobles  (doits  to  us) 
Make  the  scales  even  as  an  over-plus. 
These  new-coin'd  pieces  which  we  send  to  you, 
Augment  their  worth  by  name  of  Sterling  too. 

Ye  noxious  windes,  into  some  caverns  flie  : 
Vanish,  Kirk-mill-dews,  ignesfatui : 
Farewel,  ne'er  more,  ye  fogs  of  errour,  dare 
Taint  with  your  breath  our  wholesom  English  aire  : 
Think  you  to  blast  (with  your  Presbyterie) 
This  fine  faire  blossom  of  our  libertie  ? 
No,  your  Geneva  black  Kirk-liveries, 
'Gin  to  grow  thread-bare  in  the  peoples  eyes  ; 
And  if  you  ben't  permitted  to  renew't, 
'Twill  but  just  last  you  for  a  mourning  suit. 

Go  haste  to  Chaul  and  Cochin,  there  to  try 
If  you  can  live  on  high-way  charity  ; 
Go  feed  on  graines  the  Banianes  cates, 
As  Catercousins  with  the  Gusarates, 
Like  beasts  if  any  wounded,  haste  you  all 
For  salves  unto  Cambaia's  hospital ; 
March,  wicked  Jockie,  towards  Bengalen, 
With  th'  Indian  Pagods  Priests,  (farre  better  men) 
To  Ganges  blessed  streams,  there  cast  thee  in, 

L  2  With 


(  148) 

With  holy  water  purge  thee  of  thy  sinne  ; 
Or  turn  a  superstitious  traveller, 
Finde  out  the  tombe-stone  of  Jack- Presbyter, 
(Like  Turkish  Pilgrims,  who  to  Mecha  go, 
See  th'  iron  coffin,  then  will  see  no  moe.) 
Once  having  seen  where  th'  holy  relique  lies, 
/n  zealous  humour  pluck  out  both  thy  eyes. 
Then  if  thou  safe  returnest,  or  if  not, 
We'l  honour  thee  with  name  of  Hogie  Scot. 

Men  worse  then  Gours,  whom  malice  can't  defame, 
Cupec  and  Canzier  is  too  clean  a  name  ; 
It  is  a  sinne  to  let  a  Scot  compound. 
Nay,  should  you  choak  and  thrust  them  under  ground, 
Know  that  you  are  no  Authors  of  their  death, 
Tht  Co\^2ixd- Scots  ran  themselves  out  of  breath  ; 
Laugh,  laugh  to  think  on't,  e're  the  fight  begun, 
What  preparations  ]ockie  made  to  run  ; 
Laugh,  laugh,  to  think  in  what  a  stormie  night, 
Death  kill'd  their  foot  and  light-horse  in  the  flight ; 
/  know  of  old  it  hath  a  saying  bin, 
A  Scottish  mist  wets  th'  English  to  the  skin  ; 
Whether  that  proverb's  verifi'd  or  not, 
/'m  sure  such  English  showers  kill  a  Scot. 


In 


(  149  ) 


In  Fugatos  Scotos. 

TyEllica,  vicisti  trepidantes,  Anglia,  Scotos  ; 
■■-'  In  sua,  contritus  truditur,  antra  Aquilo 
Victor,  quofuerat  victoria  certior  Anglus 

Scotia,  quo  minor  est  gloria,  victafuit. 
Anglia  Mavortis  turn  demiim  ¥\Y\3.pugnas, 

Ipsa  tibi  quando  pugna  triumphus  erit 
Astutus,  minime  pugnax  tibi  sternitur  hostis, 

Nunquam  bella  Scotus,  scepiiis  arma.  gerit. 


L3  'E/c 


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(  ISO) 


'Ek  tov  opav  yiverai  to  ipav. 

T  Ascivo,  lascivus  amor  sedet  hircus,  in  hirquo, 
-'-'     Ortum  hahet,  e  solo  lumine,  Diva  Paphi ; 
Turpiter  Antiqui  Venerem  dixere  Aphroditen, 

Non  est  orta  mart  nempe,  nee  orta  mero  ; 
Consiituat  Venerem  si  spuma,  vocahitur  inde 

Sordidior  meretrix  &  lupa  quceque  Venus 
Nohilis  ilia  Venus,,  mea  quampupilla  venustam, 

Novit  &  orta  oculo  est  deliciosa  meo. 
Prima ^  oculi,  Veneris  sunt  incunabula,  primas 

Ex  oculi  accendit  luce,  Cnpido,  faces 
Hie  Puer  Idalius  venantem  Acts£on2L  pre?idit 

Seu  nova  in  hoc  capitis  fonte  Diana  foret ; 
Inter  dum  capto  capietur  ocellus  ocello, 

Scepe  videns  capitur,  scepe  videndo  capit ; 
Rhetina  reticulum,  <Sf  venabula  cornea  amoris, 

Formarum  duo  sunt  caustica  vitra  oculi 
Optica,  fila  suis  puer  ales  cornibus  aptat 

Non  alios  nervos  arcus  amoris  habet. 
Infantem  &  Catulum  ccecum  qui  dixit  Amorem 

Fallitur,  est  oculus  totus,  &  Argus.  Amor. 


(  151  ) 

*  *  *  *  ***3o*  *****  5oio  ******  ***** 

A  Mock-sonnet. 

I. 

WHy  so  Faire  ?  why  so  sweet  ? 
My  Fairest  sweet  one^  why  so  coy  ? 
Why  so  angry  ?  why  so  fretting  ? 
That  pretty /«ce,  didst  thou  but  see't, 
How  thy  soft  cheeks  so  smooth  and  faire, 
Like  to  those  full  fat  ^Miioc^^  are, 
Where  Venus  claps  her plump-ars't  boy, 
How  they  rise 
About  thine  eyes, 
And  betwixt  thy  nose  out-jetting  ; 
Would 'st  thou  but  wave  thy  modestie, 
And  look  from  top  to  toe, 

Above,  below, 
What  daintie  things  there  be, 
Thy  milk-white,  full-milch 't  breast, 
Upon  whose  swelling  hills  doth  rest, 

Aminta's  new  wash't  flock. 
Where  the  Graces  make  caresses, 
Like  most  amorous  shepherdesses, 
Surely  thou  canst  not  think  I  mock. 


L  4  Lovely 


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2. 

Lovely  Faire^  why  so  chaste  ? 
Why  so  peevish  ?  so  untoward  ? 
At  what  my  Deare  hast  took  distaste  ? 
Sweetest  f aire  one,  why  so  fro  ward  ? 
Would 'st  thou  but  view  impartially, 
The  rolling  gogles  of  thine  eye, 
Thy  unthatch't  browes  so  neatly  set 

With  scales  of  scurf  all  o're, 
Thy  hairelesse  eye-lids  alwayes  wet 
And  stiffe  with  gum  good  store 
Didst  thou  but  see 
Upon  thy  nose  how  prettily 
I'th'  pimpled  pockholes  all  about 
Cupids  play  bopeep  in  and  out, 
How  thy  snag-teeth  stand  orderly, 
Like  stakes  which  strut  by  th'  water-side, 

Stradling  to  beat  oif  the  tide, 
Till  green  and  worn  to  th'  stumps  they  be  ; 
Would 'st  thou  but  once,  my  Dearest-sweety 
Look  thy  self  o're  from  head  to  feet, 

Below,  above, 
Thou  canst  not  chuse  but  think  I  love. 


Beautie. 


(153) 

3- 
Beautie^  beautie,  what  doest  mean 

Cupid  sucks  my  heart-blood  out, 

And  well  thou  know'st  I  cannot  wean 

The  childy  for  thy  sweet  dugs  do  give  him  life 

When  I  would  starve  the  rogue  ;  then  turn  about, 

Busse  me  and  say  thou'lt  be  my  zvife. 

For  troth  when  e're  I  see, 

Either  what  is  below  thy  knee, 

Or  if  mine  eyes  /  cast, 

On  parts  above  thy  waste  ;1 

Where  e're  my  sense  doth  move, 

I'm  more  and  more  in  love. 

Still  from  thine  eyes  there  passes. 

As  from  great  burning-glasses , 

Lightning  in  such  frequent  flashes. 

That  consume  my  heart  to  ashes  ; 

Nay,  when  thou  blow'st  thy  snottie  nose, 

The  bellows  of  thy  nostril  blowes 

The  fire  of  love  into  a  flame. 

And  th'  oile  of  Arm-pits  feeds  the  same. 

Thy  legges,  breast,  lips  and  eyes  inslave  me. 

But  if  behinde  thee  once  I  come. 

And  view  the  mountains  of  thy  bum. 

Oh  then 

I'm  mad  to  have  thee. 


On 


(  154) 

On  his  bed  standing  in  his  study. 

WHat  are  the  Muses  chambers  made  to  be 
A  lodge  for  sleep  ?  their  gard'ns  his  nurcerie  ? 
Must  fancie's  Hymen,  must  the  god  of  light 
Dance  with  the  dull,  dark  Bridegroom  of  the  night  ? 
Did  e're  the  sisters  for  a  requiem  go 
To  fields,  where  slumbring  sleepie  poppies  grow  ? 
Did  ever  bed-stead  on  Parnassus  stand  ? 
Usurping  Morpheus,  didst  thou  e're  command, 
And  shake  thy  leaden  scepter,  in  the  Court 
Where  watchful  active  Muses  use  to  sport  ? 
Thought 'st  thou  to  be,  though  not  at  all  divine, 
A  bed-fellow  to  any  of  the  nine  ? 
Which  sister  is't  hath  lost  her  maiden-head  ? 
The  strumpet  now  must  needs  be  brought  to  bed  ; 
Which  Muse  must  waiting- Gentlewoman  be, 
Turne  pisse-tail'd  Chambermaid  to  tend  on  thee  ? 
What,  must  the  noble  spritely  Pegasus 
Engender  with  the  foggie  night-mare  thus  : 
Making  a  stable  of  my  Chamber-room, 
My  bed  the  manger,  and  my  self  the  Groom  ? 
Know  crazie  god  of  sleep,  a  Poet  can 
Without  a  night-cap  make  a  hymne  to  Pan  ; 
Take  not  thy  drowsie  blankets,  ('tis  a  sinne) 
To  tosse  the  Muses  high-borne  children  in  ; 
Poets  are  ne're  so  dull  to  sacrifice, 

Watch- 


(  155  ) 

Watch-lights  and  tapers  to  nights  Deities  ; 

Is  there  'tween  Lethe  and  Pyrenees  streams, 

No  difF'rence  ?  are  Enthusisames  dreames  ? 

Shall  Phoebus  sonnes  i'th'  bed  drive  light  away, 

And  with  Apollo's  curtain  blinde  the  day  ? 

Here  lies  a  bedrid-Poet,  I'd  rather  have 

A  dormitorie  without  Epitaph, 

Then  on  my  monument  it  should  be  sed, 

Euterpe's  smother 'd  in  a  feather-bed  : 

Me  for  no  hydromantick  novice  take, 

Who  cast  my  water  for  experience  sake, 

I'm  no  young  Pceon,  that  thus  at  my  hand 

My  Urine  always  should  so  closely  stand  ; 

At  twelve  o'th'  clock  it  truly  may  be  sed, 

To  me  you're  come  but  newly  from  your  bed. 

Somnus  the  Muses  Closet  must  not  be, 
A  cabbin  for  thine  Incubus  and  thee. 
Yet  /  love  sleep,  good  Morpheus  do  not  frown, 
I  only  wish  my  feather-bed  were  down. 


De 


(  156) 

QQQQQQ©Q©©©E3QQQQ©E3Q©QQ©Q©QQ 
De  Meryone  &  Laide  ex  Auson. 

f^Anus  rogabat  Laidis  noctem  Myron  : 
^^     Tulit  repulsam  protinus . 
Causdmque  sensit  &  caput  fuligine 

Fucavit  atrd  candidum. 
Idemque  vultu,  crine  non  idem  Myron, 

Orabat  oratamprius. 
Sedillaformam  cum  capillo  comparans, 

Similemque  non  ipsum  rata. 
Fortasse  <Sf  ipsum  sed  volens  ludofrui 

Sic  est  adorta  callidum, 
Inepte  quid  me  quod  recusavi  rogas  ? 

Patrinegavijam  tuo. 

f~^  Ray-headed  Myron  ask't  to  lie  one  night 
^^With  Lais,  she  in  troth  deni'd  the  wight, 
He  knew  the  cause,  (resolv'd  to  try  once  more) 
With  soot  and  grease  he  black't  his  head  all  o're, 
Still  Myron  in  his  face,  though  not  in's  hair, 
To  her  he  came,  pray'd  o're  his  former  prayer  ; 
But  she  comparing  with  his  haire  his  feature. 
Thought  he  was  like,  if  not  the  self-same  creature. 
Perhaps  she  knew'm,  but  minded  then  to  make 
Some  sport,  thus  to  the  cunning  knave  she  spake, 

Coxcomb  d'ask,  why  thou  may  not  come  o're  me  ? 

I  but  e'en  now  deni'd  thy  father  before  thee. 

Gy- 


(  157) 

iHiiiagjaiiiasaasaaHHaBsaiiiiiiiiiiii 


Gynochimaera,  Puella  Abrodiaeta. 

T^N  formosam  tibi,  Amator,  &  delicatulam  Hele- 

(nam  ! 
Ab  irnis  unguibus  ad  usque  verticem^ 
Pulchram^  venustam,  blandulam, 
A  prima  luce  mille  petitam  prods 
Sedulo  petitam  satrapis, 
Et  cemuli  indies  Dominae  accendunt  pretium. 
Ubi  ?  ubi  ?  surrexit  ?  dormit  ?  hilares,  anxii,  lugubres, 
Audaces,  desperantes,  creduli, 
Percontantur,  accersunt,  rogant ; 
Jentavit  nondum  meum  Nectar,  Ambrosia, 
Epulce,  dapes,  cupedia,jactaculum,prandium,  coena  ? 
Precatur  hoc  mane  Danae  mea  ? 
Deorum  nefas  !  f acinus  !  flagitium  !  scelus  ! 
Num  tale  quicquam  superi  audent  sinere  ? 
Surge  Titane,  surgat  centimanus  Briareus. 
Adeste  furiosi  Gigantum  manes, 
Encelade,  Polybotes,  Hippolyte,  Mina, 
Ossam  reimponite  Pelio, 
Ilia  num  tenellos  poplites  mollia  genua  ? 
Juroper  ipsam  illam  Ursulam  meam 

Totus  Olympus  ruety 
Digna  est  cuipreces  Jupiter  : 
Vultis  ut  cceloparcam 

De- 


(  158) 

Descendite  superi 
Nefracti  elabantur  orbes 
Submissi  &  humiles  veniam petite, 
Non  introspiciendas  ad  fenestras  Cubiculi 
Cito,  citd,flectite  &  adorate  meant, 
Bene  habet  numina,  humilitatem  laudo, 
Venerari  autem  meam  &  colere. 
Qua  non  est  major,  non  estpulchrior  Dea 
Nee  in  ipsis  Superis  est  Humilitas  : 
Attu  verb,  quid  itdprope  ? 
Quisnam  es  ?  Mars  ?  imo  Mavors  este 
Ni  te  auferas,feriam ; 

Tu  autem  quis  ? 
Auden'  retrorsum  oculos 
Vel  Zr)v  vel  Zaz/,  vel  At?  vel  Aav 
Zev9  nebulo  quin  te  ablegas  ? 
Eja,  hem  !  e  transennd  tandem  accersor  cedipol. 
Ha,  nunc  ad  amoris  Tempe  &  coelum  vado 
Qudm  belle  detorquebo  cervicem  meam 
Ad  dispensanda  &  carpenda  suavia  ! 
Qudmgloriose  &  feliciter  ego 
Triumphabo  hodie  in  certamine  thalami  ! 
Vah  graveolentem  &  teterrimum  spiritum  ! 

Quam  sunt  nivalia  &  hircoso  oscula  ! 
Huccine  res  !  hcec  ilia  bellula  ? 

Nil  est  monstrosum  nil  belluinum  magis, 
Mulier  Decumani  capitis 
Crines  habet  scirpeos, 
Viperis  immistas  colubras ; 


Sub- 


(  '59  ) 

Subcineritiam,  mazonomicam,  paradoxamfaciem 
Inhabitatam  manibus ; 
Frontem  ceramentario  Fusori  utilenty 
Scutularum  instar  limes  ab  invicem  oculi 
Spumd  cervisice  stagnant. 
Pro  naso  gobium  gerity 
Paradromides  nares  &  matulas, 
Labra  pastomide  digna 

Sugillata,  livida, 
Nigriora  illinitis  calcantho  calceisy 
In  ore  fuscinas  habet, 
A  sese  abhorrentium  &  aberrantium  dentium 
Abecedarium  Arabico-persicum ; 
Ad  commiscenda  basia 
Congrediuntur  nasiis  &  mentum  simiil, 
Et  senio  pensilis 
Ictum  minatur  oculo 
Supercilii  materiaria  incrusiatto, 
Sudque  semper  gargarizat  phlegmate  : 
Et  eccegrossos  tortuosos  digitos 
Quorum  ungues  pterigia  obtegunt ! 
Quo  plus  intueor  hoc  inhorresco  magis. 
Ah  me  !  Grandebalas  olidas, 
Ampullas,  &  lagunculas  pectoris  ! 
Meretrix  est  opimce  Hypocondrice 
Doliaris  uteri  &  saginati  abdominis, 
En  &  ventris  cadum 
Panarium  &  libidinis  bulgam 
Carnosam,  obesam,  pinguiusculam ! 
Subgremiali  carbaso  furnarium  habet 

Putres- 


(  i6o) 

Putres  cambucd  inguines 
Arcuatas  coxendices  &  Pistoris  ischia^ 

Protuherantes  condyles 
Quos  nee  pelvis  tegat  tonsoria 
Gradu  quanquam  incedit  grallatorio 

Uncos  &  dispares  si  respicias  pedes 
Scazon  est  &  animal  catalecticum  : 
Corpus  scopulosum  scabie 
Psora,  ulceribus,  pustulis 
{Siliquas  corticesque  cum  degluhat  unguibus) 
Purgando  quotidie  coenovectorium  non  est, 
Apage  te  scraptia,  Creationis  scoria, 
Pythecium,  barathrum,  naturae  scandalum, 
Carnis  &  ossium 
Tumultuario  constricta  sarcina, 
Difformitatum  Gerontocomii  epitome. 
Quam  qui  ducet  habiturus  est, 
Et  paranymphum  Dasmonem  &  'Proserpin^im  pronubam 
Sed  tamen  adesdum  amabo  meum  suavium 
Ah  labellorum  delicias  !  Ah  dulcedinem  ! 
Quam  belle  disputant  gazce  ? 
Opulentd  tud  si  cum  dote  veniat 

Placebit  &  amabitur 
Maga  qucecunque  vel  anilis  succuba. 


Ad 


(i6i  ) 


Ad    Academiae    Matris    Nerones    &    viperas. 

CAballinis  Mercuri  efontibus 
Aqua  iortis  fluat  stygia, 
Totis  a  Parnassiyw^w 

Imbres  aceti  depluant, 
Adeste  Deliani  cacodcemones 
Scabiosi  pastores  ovium 
Ego  1)08  perunctos  &  perlinitos  dabo 
Oh  si  vestrorum  cadaverum 
Nominumque  pollinctor 
Vel  ambidexter  corporum  lictorforem  ! 
Mallem  etenim  ad  eculeum  &  patibulum  vosmet 
Qudm  vestra  ad  incudem  dogmata  : 
Quid  Heliconiis  vos  in  alveariis 
Literarum  Cephenes  &  Bombylii  Ecclesiae  ? 

Non  ostracismis  modo  sed  bannis  dtgni, 
Relegandi  non  ad  Anticyras  sed  Girgathumy 

Diaboli  protomystceflamines, 
Tartar  orum  metropolitani  &  Pontifices  stygis, 
Apolyonis  Heresiarchce  Archangeli 
Infernalis  Mustaphae  satellites  Janizarii 
Concionatores  tympanistce 
Beelzebub  cacozeli  apostoli 
Non  ^ewMm/ Almas  Matris  ^i/m 
Se^meretricis  Babylonicae  spurii 

M  Je- 


(  i62) 

Jesuitarum  non  tihicines  modo 
Sed  &  utriculares  tibice 
Tarn  nefaria  capita 
Quid  ni  suapte  lapides  &  tegulce  involent  ? 
Quin  excidant  vindices  trahes, 
Ustulet  syderatio  vel percellant fulgura  ? 
Dii  boni ! 
Musasque  Parnassumque  evertere 
Literates  omnes  &  bonos  viros  pessundare, 

Orthodoxam  Religionem  conspuere 
Christum  demutilare  &  destruere  Ecclesiam 
Quibus  ipsorum  etiam  phaselus  inportu  navigat, 
Rudentem  &  anchoram  prcecidere  ! 
Eundemque  cui  innitantur,  baculumfrangere  ! 
Tarn  lusciosos  Myopes 
Qui  quicquid  in  buccam  venit, 
Sacrilegi  eructant  &  blasphemi  effutiunt 
Quin  auferat  Charon  scaphiarius  ? 
At  exitium  estfelix  nimis, 

Et  culpandce  charitatis  votum. 
Quod  vosferetro  &  sandapilariis  voveat ; 
Vivos  videntesque  comedat  scabies, 
Pediculorum  &  vermium  ^gyptia  cohors 
Intestina  sacrificentur  Proserpinae 
Et  Diis  inferis  viscera. 
O  Homines ! 
Qui  disseminare  Evangelium  novutrij 
Abdicate  Haeredem  vineae 
Dehonestare  majorum  moreSy 
Rescindere  edicta  Patrum 

Con- 


(  i63  ) 

Consuetudines.jura,  ordines, 
Perturhare  &  conf under e 
Abhorrere  a  veritatis  lumine, 
Sancta  &  Religiosa  templa  violare^ 
Ditis  2itn  patefacerejanuam, 

Bonus  animasperdere, 
Judaeos  &  Jesuitas  agere 
Dissimulare  mentiri  &  fallere, 
Munus  &  pensum  ducitis : 
Qudm  nee  amahilis  Christi  videtur  sponsa, 
Cujus  infaeie  vos  inhceretis  turpiter 
Ignominiosce  maculce  ! 
Liter atorum  illiterata  &  foeculenta  eluvies, 
Sordes  &  segisterium  Populi ; 
Quin  Academise  has  quisquilias^ 
Extercorator  puhlicus  ccenovectorio  efferat ! 


M2  The 


(  i64) 


The  Epistle  of  Rosamund  to  King  HENRY 
the  iSecond  :  Written  hy  M.D. 
Esquire. 

TF  yet  thine  eyes  great  Henry  may  endure 
-■■These  tainted  Hnes  drawn  with  a  hand  impure, 
[Which  faine  would  blush,  but  fear  keeps  blushing 

(back, 
And  therefore  suited  in  despairing  black.] 
Let  me  for  loves  sake  their  acceptance  crave, 
But  that  sweet  name  (vile)  /  profained  have  ; 
Punish  my  fault,  or  pity  mine  estate  ; 
Reade  them  for  love,  if  not  for  love  for  hate. 

/f  with  my  shame,  thine  eyes  thou  faine  would 'st 

(feed 
Here  let  them  surfeit  of  my  shame  to  reade. 
This  scribled  paper  which  /send  to  thee, 
/f  noted  rightly  doth  resemble  me  : 
As  this  pure  ground  whereon  these  letters  stand, 
So  pure  was  /  e're  stained  by  thy  hand  ; 
E're  /  was  blotted  by  this  foule  offence, 
So  clear  and  spotlesse  was  my  innocence  : 
Now    like   these    marks   which   taints  this   hateful 

(scrowl, 
Such  the  black  sinnes  which  spot  my  leprous  soul. 

What  by  this  Conquest  canst  thou  hope  to  win. 
Where  thy  best  spoile  is  but  the  act  of  sinne  ? 

Why 


(  i65) 


Epistola  Rosamundce  ad  HENRICUM  se- 
cundum Latinis  versibus  reddita. 

Hj^c  mea  si  vestris  oculis,  Hennce, placebit, 
Adsit  lit  impurd  chartula  scripta  manii 
{Char  tula  quce  voluit  simel  erubuisse  sed  exspes 

Pullatamjussit  (proh  dolor  !)  ire  metus.) 
Accipias placido  vultu,  rogo  nomine  amoris  ; 

Sacrum  aliquando  fuit  nam  mihi  nomen  amor  ; 
Vel  culpamplecte,  aut  nostri  miserere  doloris 

Ferlege  &  ex  odio  si  modo  non  quod  ames  : 
Vis  oculos  scelerate  meo  satiare  pudore  ? 

En  mens  impertit  pabula  lauta  pudor. 
Est  hcec^  quam  mitto  tibi  sparsam,  charta,  lituris, 

Si  beneperspiciaSy  turpis  imago  mei 
Hcec  quam  mundafuit,  cum  nondum  scripta  maneret 

Chartula,  &  ipsa  semel  tarn  quoque  mundafui ; 
At  manibus  male  tacta  tuis,  sum  tota  litura 

Facta,  nee  hcec  maculis  tam  nigra  charta  suis  : 
Quid  spoliipotes  ex  illo  sperare  triumpho 

In  quo  vicisse  est  turpe  patrdsse  scelus  ? 
Dedecoris  usaculd  mea  quid  mihi  nominafosdas, 

Nominibus  crescit  quid  mea  culpa  tuis  ? 
Nobilis  es  ?  titulo  scelus  est  illustrius  illo. 

Nee  solita  est  humiles  viserefama  lares  ; 
Elata  ad  coelos  scintillula  Stella  videtur, 

M  3  Stella 


(  i66) 

Why  on  my  name  this  slander  dost  thou  bring, 
To  make  my  fault  renowned  by  a  King  ? 
Fame  never  stoops  to  things  but  mean  and  poor  ; 
The  more  our  greatnesse,  our  fault  is  the  more  ; 
Lights  on  the  ground  themselves  do  lessen  farre, 
But  in  the  aire,  each  small  spark  seems  a  starre  : 
Why  on  my  woman  frailtie  shouldst  thou  lay, 
So  strong  a  plot  mine  honour  to  betray  ? 
Or  thy  unlawful  pleasure  should 'st  thou  buy. 
Both  with  thine  own  shame  and  my  infamie  ? 
'Twas  not  my  minde  consented  to  this  ill, 
Then  had  /  been  transported  by  my  will ; 
For  what  my  body  was  inforc't  to  do, 
(Heaven  knowes)  my  soule  yet  ne'er  consented  to 
For  through  mine  eyes  had  she  her  liking  seen, 
Such  as  my  love,  such  had  my  lover  been 
'  True  love  is  simple,  like  his  mother  truth, 
'  Kindly  affection,  youth  to  love  with  youth. 
'  No  greater  corsive  to  our  blooming  yeares, 

Then  the  cold  badge  of  winter-blasted  haires  ; 
'  Thy  kingly  power  makes  to  withstand  thy  foes, 
'  But  cannot  keep  back  age,  with  time  it  growes, 
'  Though  honour  our  ambitious  sexe  doth  please, 
'  Yet  in  that  honour  age  a  fowle  disease  : 
'  Nature  hath  her  free  course  in  all,  and  then 
'  Age  is  alike  in  Kings  and  other  men. 
Which  all  the  world  will  to  my  shame  impute, 
That  /  my  self  did  basely  prostitute. 
And  say  that  gold  was  fewel  to  the  fire. 
Gray  haires  in  youth  not  kindling  green  desire. 


O 


(  i67  ) 

Stella  sed  in  terris  vix  ea  lumen  hahet. 
Quid  mihi  conaris  charos  itdperdere  honores, 

Ut  dicas  tandem  foemina  victa  tibi  ? 
Delicias  emit  illicitas  (quamflebile  lucrum  !) 

Virginis  intactce  gloria.  Regis  honos  ! 
In  tantas  Venerem  quceflammas  ire  coegit 

Non  meafax  certe  non  meus  ignis  erat. 
Ilia  meo  quondam  quae  sunt  in  corpore  facta 

Novit  nusquam  animce  grata  fuisse  Deus. 
Libera  si  votis  essem  nee  amator  amorem 

Noster  amatorem  nee  superdsset  amor  : 
Verus  amor  simplex,  &  matre  potentior  ipsa 

Pulchra  sit  utjuvenijunctapuelldjubet : 
Virginibus  teneris  non  est  magis  anxia  cura 

Qudm  sit  brumalis  canapruina  comce  ; 
Quid  tua,  quod  scevos ,  fugat  hostes,  Regia  virtus 

Interea  &  Regis  terga  senectsi  premit ; 
Foemina  conspicuos  licet  ambiat  cemula  honores, 

Non  bene  commendat  Regia.  pompa  senem. 
Cancello  minime  patitur  natura,  vagatur 

Undique  conveniunt  in  sene  Rex  &  homo. 
Ergo  egopergentes  meretrix  ingloria  dicar 

Quce  me  venalem  Foemina  avara  dedi ; 
Sordida  regali  dicar  mercabilis  auro, 

Atque  auro  nostros  incaluisse  focos 
Squallida  nam  vetuli  nee  adurit  barbapuellas 

Nee  senis  accenditfax  moritura  faces  ; 
At  mala,  colligerem  vetitos  ut  ob  arbor efructus, 

Causa  fuit,jussa  foemina  miss  a  tuo. 
Foemina  dicebam  ?  serpens,  subtilior  anguis 

M  4  Com- 


(  i68) 

0  no,  that  wicked  woman  wrought  by  thee, 
My  tempter  was  to  that  forbiden  tree  : 
That  subtile  serpent,  that  seducing  devil, 
Which  bade  me  taste  the  fruit  of  good  and  evil ; 
That  Circe  by  whose  magick  I  was  charm 'd,  ^ 
And  to  this  monstrous  shape  am  thus  transform 'd  ;       ~ 
That  viprous  Hag,  that  foe  to  her  own  kinde. 
That  devillish  spirit  to  damne  the  weaker  minde  ; 
Our  frailties  plague  our  sexes  only  curse, 
Hells  deep'st  damnation,  the  worst  evils  worse. 

But  Henry  how  canst  thou  affect  me  thus, 
T'whom  thy  remembrance  now  is  odious  ? 
My  haplesse  name  with  Henry's  name  /found. 
Cut  in  the  glasse  with  Henry's  diamond  : 
That  glasse  from  thence  fain  would  /  take  away. 
But  then  I  feare  the  aire  would  me  betray  : 
Then  do  I  strive  to  wash  it  out  with  teares, 
But  then  the  same  more  evident  appeares  ; 
Then  do  /  cover  it  with  my  guilty  hand. 
Which  that  names  witnesse  doth  against  me  stand  : 
Once  did  /sinne,  which  memory  doth  cherish. 
Once  I  offended,  but  I  ever  perish. 

*'  What  grief  can  be,  but  time  doth  make  it  lesse  ? 

"  But  infamie  time  never  can  suppresse. 
Sometimes  to  passe  the  tedious  irksom  houres, 

1  climb  e  the  top  of  Woodstocks  mounting  towers  ; 
Where  in  a  turret  secretly  I  lie. 
To  view  from  farre  such  as  do  travel  by  ; 
Whither  (me  thinks)  all  cast  their  eyes  at  me. 
As  through  the  stones  my  shame  did  make  them  see  : 

And 


(  i69  ) 

Compulit  ilia  meas  in  glucupicra  manus, 
Canidia  illa,ferox  Medea,  venefica  Circe, 

Quce  magico  siiccopocula  mista  dedit ; 
Quce  monstri  faciem  dedit  hanc  monstrosior  ipsa, 

Ipsa  TrlecsLte,generi  trux  inimica  suo, 
Ilia  inf emails  stygii  cacodasmonis  uxor, 

Fasminei  sexus pestis  &  atra  lues, 
Nostri  animi  morbus,  f era  viper  a,  avernus  averni ; 

Exitium,  damnum,  perniciesque  stygis  ; 
Quid  verb  Henricus  mihi  totprofitetur  amores 

Nominia  cum  mea  sint  nunc  odiosa  tibi. 
In  vitro  Henrici  scriptum  diademate,  nostrutn 

Turpe  sub  Henrici  nomine,  nomen  erat. 
Tum  tremulis  manibus  vitrum  ablatura,  verebar 

Nepura  impuram  proderet  aura  manum  ; 
Nomina  tum  volui,  lacrymosus  ut  eluat  imber, 

Nomina  sunt  lacrymis  conspicienda  magis  ; 
Tum  super  impositd  dextrd  cceldsse  putabam. 

Consciaflagitii  testis  &  illafuit, 
Sic  vaga  in  ceternum  peccati  infamia  durat 

Sons  ego  facta  semel,  sed  rea  semper  agar  ; 
Quis  dolor,  aut  luctus,  qui  nullo  tempore  languet  ? 

Dedecoris  sanat  stigmata  nulla  dies  : 
Aha  supervado  inter  dumfastigia  turris 

Vt  quce  longa  nimis  facta  sit  hora  brevis 
Adsummos  apices,  inhonestas  scando  latebras 

Unde  viatores  transeo  luminibus  : 
In  me  conjiciunt  oculos  puto,  me  quasi  reddat, 

Conspicudmque  daret  saxaper  ipsa  pudor, 
Insontes  feriunt  inimico  lumine  muros, 

No- 


(  170  ) 

And  with  such  hate  the  harmlesse  walls  do  view, 
As  ev'n  to  death  their  eyes  would  me  pursue. 
The  married  women  curse  my  hateful  life, 
Wronging  a  faire  Queen,  and  a  vertuous  wife  ; 
The  Maidens  wish  I  buri'd  quick  may  die, 
And  from  each  place  where  my  abode  do  flie  ; 
Well  knew'st  thou  what  a  Monster  I  would  be, 
When  thou  didst  build  this  Labyrinth  for  me, 
Whose  strange  Meanders  turning  ev'ry  way, 
Are  like  the  course  wherein  my  youth  did  stray  : 
Only  a  clue  doth  guide  me  out  and  in. 
But  yet  still  walk  I  circular  in  sinne. 
As  in  the  Gallerie  this  other  day, 
I  and  my  woman  past  the  time  away 
'Mongst  many  pictures,  which  were  hanging  by 
The  sillie  girle  at  length  hap't  to  espie  ; 
Chaste  Lucrece  image,  and  desires  to  know 
What  she  should  be,  her  self  that  murd'red  so  ? 
Why  Girle  (quoth  I)  this  is  the  Romane  Dame  ; 
Not  able  then  to  tell  the  rest  for  shame, 
My  tongue  doth  mine  own  guiltinesse  betray  ; 
With  that  I  sent  the  pratling  wench  away, 
Lest  when  my  lisping  guilty  tongue  should  hault. 
My  looks  might  prove  the  Index  to  my  fault. 
As  that  life-blood  which  from  the  heart  is  sent. 
In  beauties  field  pitching  his  crimson  tent. 
In  lovely  sanguine  sutes  thy  lilie  cheeke, 
Whil'st  it  but  for  a  resting  place  doth  seek  ; 
And  changing  oftentimes  with  sweet  delight, 
Converts  the  white  to  red,  the  red  to  white  : 

The 


( lyi ) 

Nostram  acies  oculi  quceque  minata  necem  : 
Nunc  mihiy  quod  spreta  est  Regina  &  castior  uxor, 

Optatjusta  magis,  conjugis  ira  crucem  ; 
Nunc  ego  ut  ingelidum  descendant  viva  sepulchrum, 

Casta  Puellarum  vota  precesque  petunt : 
Me  monstrumfugiunt,  bene  nosti  quale  ego  monstrum 

Hie  mihi  constructus  cum  Labyrinthus  erat, 
Quigradibus  dubiis  &  flexibus  undique  curvus, 

M^eandro  est  similis  quern  meus  error  habet ; 
Usque  quidemjilo  circumferor  intu  &  intus, 

Hue  illuc  vitii  circulus  usque  rapit : 
Omnia  cum  nuper  passim  per  claustra  vagatce^ 

TrivimuSy  ancilla  me  comitante,  diem^ 
Picturas  inter  multas  &  anaglypha  multa, 

Quce  doctd  artificis  sculptafuere  manu 
Tarquinii  Collatini  castissima  conjux, 

Effigieforti  nobilitata  stetit 
Hanc  ubi  conspexit  simplex  ancillula,  mortem, 

Quce  sibi  conscivit,  quceprecor,  inquit  erat  ? 
Hcec  ilia  est,  ego  turn  retuli  matrona  Quiritum, 

Hcec  ilia,  &  vetuitplura  referre  pudor . 
Poene  fatebatur  sontem  meprodiga  lingua 

Garrula  quo  circa  missa  puellaforas 
Turpiaper  dentes  ne  prcecipitantia  verba 

Vultu  significent  indice  tiirpe  scelus. 
Scilicet  ut  sanguis  vitalis  corde  reclusus, 

Coccinea  in  bello  castrarefi  it  agro, 
Etplacidos  vultus  rubicunda  veste  color  at 

Misceturque  genis,  ut  rosa  liliolis 
Cum  requiem  qucerens  commutat  scepius  albo 

Coc- 


(    172   ) 

The  blush  with  palenesse,  for  the  place  doth  strive, 
The  palenesse  thence  the  blush  would  gladly  drive  ; 
Thus  in  my  breast  a  thousand  thoughts  /  carry, 
Which  in  my  passion  diversly  do  vary. 

When  as  the  Sun  hales  toward  the  western  shade, 
And  the  trees  shadowes  hath  much  taller  made  ; 
Forth  go  I  to  a  little  current  neer, 
Which  like  a  wanton  traile  creeps  here  and  there, 
Where  with  mine  Angle  casting  in  my  bait, 
The  little  fishes  (dreading  the  deceit) 
With  fearful  nibling  flie  th'  inticing  gin, 
By  nature  taught  what  danger  lies  therein, 
Things  reasonless^  thus  warn'd  by  nature  be. 
Yet  /  devour 'd  the  bait  was  laid  for  me  : 
Thinking  thereon,  and  breaking  into  grones. 
The  bubling  spring  which  trips  upon  the  stones 
Chides  me  away,  lest  sitting  but  too  nigh, 
I  should  defile  the  native  puritie  : 
Rose  of  the  world,  so  doth  import  my  name  ; 
Shame  of  the  world,  my  life  hath  made  the  same  ; 
And  to  th'  unchaste  this  name  shall  given  be 
Of  Rosamond,  deriv'd  from  sinne  and  me. 
The  Cliffords  take  from  me  that  name  of  theirs, 
Which  hath  been  famous  for  so  many  yeares  ; 
They  blot  my  birth  with  hateful  bastardie. 
That  /  sprung  not  from  their  Nobilitie  ; 
They  my  Alliance  utterly  refuse. 
Nor  will  a  Strumpet  shall  their  name  abuse  ; 

Here  in  the  garden  wrought  by  curious  hands, 
Naked  Diana  in  the  fountain  stands. 

With 


(  173  ) 

Coccina  liliolo,  liliolumque  rosa  ; 
Contendunt  de  sede  simulpallorque,  rubdrque 

Certat  pallorem  pellere  ab  orepudor  ; 
Sic  mihi  mille  animi  dubitantia  pectora  versant 

Dum  mea  se  mutat  mens  nova  &  inde  nova^ 
Projectis  ramorum  umbris,  ubi  Phaebus  Ibero, 

Poene  fatigatos ,  gurgite  tingit  equos  ; 
Vicinos  proper 0  ad  latices^  ubirivulus  utidas 

Lascivo  hue  illuc  syrmatis  instar  agit, 
Fallacem  hie  escam  injicio  prcedantibus  hamis, 

Subdola  sedprcedam  terret  arundo  suam  ; 
Insidias  fugiunt pisces,  calamdque  recedunt 

Edocti  timido  rodere  dente  cibos  ; 
Naturce  normis  animalia  bruta  monentur 

Ipsa  ego  stulta  mihi  mista  aconita  bibi ; 
Hcec  ego  dum  memoro  suspiria  tristia  ducenSy 

Increpat,  iratoflumine,  bidlafrequens ; 
htgemo,  &  objurgat  lapidosus  marmore  rivus, 

Ni  vitientur  aquce  lacrymd,  abirejubet : 
Heu  Rosamunda  ego  sum,  Rosamundi  nomine  dicor 

Factdque  sum  mundi,  non  Rofa  munda,/)Wfi?or. 
Nomine  famoso  posthcec  Rosamunda  vocetur, 

Improba  quce  Thais,  quce  modo  Lais  erat. 
Insensi  sua  Cliffordi  mihi  nomina  demunt, 

Nomina  tdm  multo  nobilitata  die, 
Et  mea,  seu  natcepopulo,  natalia  delent, 

Nee  clard  illorum  stirpe  oriundafui ; 
Sim  licet  affinis,  cognatio  nostra  negatur, 

Dedixere  sui  nominis  esse  lupam  : 
Hie,  dextrce  melioris  opus  spectabile,  in  horto 

Fonte 


(  174) 

With  all  her  Nymphs  got  round  about  to  hide  her, 
As  when  Actceon  had  by  chance  espi'd  her  ; 
This  sacred  image  I  no  sooner  view'd, 
But  as  that  metamorphos'd  man,  pursu'd 
By  his  own  hounds,  so  by  my  thoughts  am  I, 
Which  chase  me  still  which  way  so  e're  I  flie  ; 
Touching  the  grasse,  the  honey  dropping  dew, 
Which  falls  in  teares  upon  my  limber  shoe  ; 
Upon  my  foot  consumes  in  weeping  still, 
As  it  would  say  why  went'st  thou  to  this  ill  ? 
Thus  to  no  place  in  safety  can  I  go, 
But  every  thing  doth  give  me  cause  of  woe. 

In  that  faire  casket  of  such  wondrous  cost, 
Thou  sent'st  the  night  before  mine  honour  lost, 
Amimone  was  wrought  a  harmlesse  maid. 
By  Neptune  that  adult 'rous  god  betraid  ; 
She  prostrate  at  his  feet  begging  with  prayers, 
Wringing  her  hands,  her  eyes  swoln  up  with  teares  ; 
This  was  not  an  intrapping  bait  from  thee, 
But  by  thy  vertue  gently  warning  me, 
And  to  declare  for  what  intent  it  came. 
Lest  I  therein  should  ever  keep  my  shame  ; 
And  in  this  casket  (ill  I  see  it  now) 
ThdXjoves  love  Jo  turn'd  into  a  Cow  ; 
Yet  was  she  kept  with  Argus  hundred  eyes, 
So  wakeful  still  be  J^wwo'^  jealousies  : 
By  this  I  well  might  have  forewarned  been, 
T'have  cleer'd  my  self  to  thy  suspecting  Queen  ; 
Who  with  more  hundred  eyes  attendeth  me, 
Then  had  poor  Argus  single  eyes  to  see. 

In 


(  175  ) 

Fonte  Stat  in  medio  nuda  Diana  dea. 
Nympharum  densd  circumstipata  cohorts 

Ut  cum  Cadmi  aderatfotre  aliquando  nepos 
Nee  citius  castae  speculabar  imaginis  orUy 

Quin  ego  ut  Actaeon  mox  variata  steti ; 
llle  molossorum  rabie  laniatus,  indemque 

Supplicium  curis  tradita  prceda  luo. 
Advolitant  ubicunque  vagor,  dumgramina  tango 

Fletur  &  in  crepidas  melleagutta  cadit ; 
Gemmea  se  solvens  lugendo  lacryma,  visa  est 

Dicer e  quid  scelus  hoc  ?  turpe  quid  ausa  scelus  ? 
Nulla  mihi  sedes  super  est,  loca  nulla  quietis 

Me  luctum,  luctu  singula  plena,  monent 
Ate  nocte  ilia,  sceleri  quceprcevia  nostro, 

Mire  opulenta  mihi  capsula  missafuit ; 
Amimone  virgo  castissima  pingitur  intus, 

Quam  tulit  in  medias  Glaucus  adulter  aquas  ; 
Contorquens  digitos  tumidos  attollit  ocellos 

Etprecibus  supplex  sternitur  ante  pedes  ; 
Nonfuit  hoc,  magni  dolus  &  fallacia  Regis 

Prcemonuit  virtus  mepietdsque  tua 
Dixit  &  expressit  quo  sit  mihi  nomine  missa, 

Dedecoris  nostri  ne  monumentaforet, 
In  vaccam  mutdsse  Jo  vis,  Mephitida,  amor  em 

Heu  nimiiim  tandem  capsula  sero  docet. 
Centenis  oculis  Jo  custodiit  Argus, 

Zelotipoque  vigil  lumine  Juno  Jovem  ; 
Hdc  ego  Regm2d  poteram  ratione  fuisse 

Inculpata  tuce  criminibusque  carens. 
Custodi  nostra  si  quisjam  comparet  Argum 

Argus 


(  176  ) 

In  this  thou  rightly  imitsitest  Jove. 
Into  a  beast  thou  hast  transform'd  thy  love  : 
Nay,  worser  farre  (beyond  their  beastly  kinde,) 
A  Monster  both  in  body  and  in  minde. 

The  waxen  taper  which  I  burne  by  night, 
With  the  dull  vaprie  dimnesse  mocks  my  sight, 
As  though  the  damp  which  hinders  the  clear  flame. 
Come  from  my  breath  in  that  night  of  my  shame, 
When  as  it  look't  with  a  dark  lo wring  eye. 
To  see  the  losse  of  my  Virginitie  : 
And  if  a  starre  but  by  the  glasse  appear, 
/  straight  intreat  it  not  to  look  in  here  ; 
I  am  already  hateful  to  the  light. 
And  will  it  too  betray  me  to  the  night  ? 

Then  sith  my  shame  so  much  belongs  to  thee. 
Rid  me  of  that  by  only  murd'ring  me. 
And  let  it  justly  to  my  charge  be  laid. 
That  /thy  person  meant  to  have  betray 'd  ; 
Thou  shalt  not  need  by  circumstance  t'  accuse  me, 
/f  I  deny  it,  let  the  Heavens  refuse  me  ; 
My  life's  a  blemish  which  doth  cloud  thy  name, 
Take  it  away,  and  clear  shall  shine  thy  fame  : 
Yield  to  my  suit,  if  ever  pity  mov'd  thee. 
In  this  shew  mercy,  as  /  ever  lov'd  thee. 


On 


(  177  ) 

Argus  centeno  lumine  pauper  erat : 
Hoc  Jovis  obscoenas  imitare  Jideliter  artes, 

Scilicet  inpecudem  degeneravit  amor. 
Nee  non  sordidior  qudm  qucevis  bellua  sordes  ? 

Totd  adprodigium  came  animoque  salax. 
Cerea,  nocturni  multd  fuligine  Lychni 

Illudit  teneros  cceca  lucerna  oculos^ 
Seufaculam  interimens,  ilia  sub  node  pudoris 

Atrior  e  nostro  fluxerat  ore  vapor. 
Cum  vigil  abducto  prospexit  lumine  lampas, 

Cerneret  ut  raptas  virginitatis  opes  : 
Et  si  per  tenues  lucebat  Stella  fenestras^ 

Hue  noli  inspicias  Stella  precabar  ego, 
Vis  etiam  lunce  ?  sum  dudum  invisa  diei, 

Stellula  vis  etiam  prodere  nocte  scelus  ? 
Quare,  ego  ciim  tanti  tibi  dicar  causa  pudoris, 

Hanc  [cito  mejugules]  me  jugulando  necas, 
insidias,  narra,  meretrix  tibiperfida  struxi, 

Die  majestatem  me  violasse  tuam  ; 
Non  opus  est  multis  ambagibus  insimulare, 

Si  modo  diffitear  tartara  nigra  petam  ; 
Dum  vivo,  tibi  sum  labes,  tua  nomina  nubes 

Obtego,  at  excussa  nube  relucet  honor, 
Facprecor  excutias,  si  quid  dementia /)om^, 

Si  quidpossit  amor,  facprecor  excutias. 


N  HEN- 


(  178) 

HENRY  to  ROSAMUND. 

WHen  first  the  Post  arrived  at  my  Tent, 
And  brought  the  letters  Rosamond  had  sent, 
Think  from  his  Hps  but  what  deare  comfort  came, 
When  in  mine  eare  he  softly  breath 'd  thy  name. 
Straight  /  injoyn'd  him  of  thy  health  to  tell, 
Longing  to  heare  my  Rosamond  did  well. 
With  new  enquiries  then  /  cut  him  short, 
When  of  the  same  he  gladly  would  report, 
That  with  the  earnest  haste  my  tongue  oft  trips, 
Catching  the  words  half  spoke  out  of  his  lips  ; 
This  told,  yet  more  I  urge  him  to  reveal. 
To  lose  no  time,  whilst  I  unripp'd  the  seal. 
The  more  I  reade  still  do  I  erre  the  more, 
As  though  mistaking  somewhat  said  before. 
Missing  the  point,  the  doubtful  sense  is  broken, 
Speaking  again  what  I  before  had  spoken  ; 
Still  in  a  swound  my  heart  revives  and  faints 
'Twixt  hopes,  despaires,  'twixt  smiles  and  deep  eom- 
As  these  sad  accents  sort  in  my  desire.  (plaints. 

Smooth  calmes,  rough  stormes,  sharp  frosts  and  raging 

(fires. 
Put  on  with  boldnesse,  and  put  back  with  feares, 
For  oft  thy  troubles  do  extort  my  teares  ; 
O,  how  my  heart  at  that  black  line  did  tremble  ! 
That  blotted  paper  should  thy  self  resemble  : 
O,  were  there  paper  but  near  half  so  white. 
The  gods  thereon  their  sacred  lawes  would  write, 

With 


(  179  ) 

HENRICUS  ROSAMUNDM. 

Appulerat  nostras  ubiprimum  nunciiis  oraSy 
■    Et  mihi  visa  tud  est  chartula  scripta  manu, 
Oh  mihi  qudm  gratus  fuit  ille  susurrus  in  aure^ 

Illdque  qudmplacuit  vox,  Rosamunda  tua  ! 
Quanta  per  attonitum  ruperunt  gaiidia  pectus ^ 

Inque  tuo  quantum  nomine  Icetus  eram  ! 
Illius  a  tremulis  captavi  verba  labellis, 

Verbdque  nescio  quce  dimidiata  tuli. 
Deque  tua  cupide  qucesivi  multa  salute 

Hoc  ego  qudm  volui  tum,  Rosamunda  valet. 
Quam  voluit  dixisse  valet,  correpta  reliquity 

Verba,  ego  qucerebam  dum  nova  &  inde  nova, 
Et  raptim  celeri  rumpo  dumpollice  ceram, 

Ne  mora  sit  lapso  tempore,  millepeto. 
Seu  quod  prcecessit  mendax  male  verteret  error 

Quo  lectum  magis  est,  hoc  magefallor  ego 
Plus  cupio  quoplura  lego,  dubiusque  quid  hoc  est, 

Quodlibet,  incertus  quid  sit.  Iota  lego. 
Hinc  velut  excusso  fragili  de  corpore  morbo, 

Sollicitwn  exultat  pectus  &  inde  tremit, 
Obruor  hinc  lacrymis,  mox  lector  distrahor  inde, 

Dumperagunt  varias  spesque  metusque  vices 
Cor  nimbis  agitur,  nostroque  inpectore  regnant ^ 

Cum  ventis  glades,  flamma,  pruina  gelu. 

N  z  Anxia 


(  i8o) 

With  pens  of  Angels  wings,  and  for  their  ink, 

That  heavenly  Nectar,  their  immortal  drink. 

Majestick  courage  strives  to  have  supprest 

This  fearful  passion  stirr'd  up  in  my  breast. 

But  still  in  vaine  the  same  I  go  about, 

My  heart  must  break  within,  or  woes  break  out ; 

Am  /at  home  pursu'd  with  private  hate. 

And  warres  comes  raging  to  my  Palace-gate  } 

Is  meagre  en  vie  stabbing  at  my  throne. 

Treason  attending  when  I  walk  alone  ? 

And  am  I  branded  with  the  curse  of  Rome, 

And  stand  condemned  by  a  Councels  doom  ? 

And  by  the  pride  of  my  rebellious  sonne. 

Rich  Normandie  with  Armies  over-runne  ? 

Fatal  my  birth,  unfortunate  my  life, 

Unkinde  my  children,  most  unkinde  my  wife. 

Grief,  cares,  old  age,  suspicion  to  torment  me. 

Nothing  on  earth  to  quiet  or  content  me  ; 

So  many  woes,  so  many  plagues  to  finde, 

Sicknesse  of  body,  discontent  of  minde, 

Hopes  left,  helps  reft,  life  wrong'd,  joy  interdicted, 

Banish 'd,  distress 'd,  forsaken  and  afflicted. 

Of  all  relief  hath  fortune  quite  bereft  me  } 

Only  my  love  yet  to  my  comfort  left  me  : 

And  is  one  beauty  thought  so  great  a  thing. 

To  mitigate  the  sorrowes  of  a  King  } 

Barr'd  of  that  choice  the  vulgar  often  prove. 

Have  we,  then  they,  lesse  priviledge  in  love  ? 

Is  it  a  King  the  woful  widow  heares  .'' 

Is  it  a  King  dries  up  the  Orphants  teares  .'' 

Is  it  a  King  regards  the  Clients  cry  : 

Is 


(  i8i  ) 

Anxia  scepe  tui  turbat  mihi  cur  a  quietem, 

Et  cadit  in  moestos  lachrima  multa  sinus  ; 
Qudm  tremebundus  eram,  quum  charta  simillima  dicta, 

[Chartula  litterulis  improba  facta]  tibi  ! 
Qu(S  si  vel  simili  foelix  splendore  niteret 

Scriberet  hie  leges  Jupiter  ipse  suas, 
Et  sibi  ab  Angelicis  pennant  decerperet  alts, 

Qua  pro  Atramento  nectare  tinctaforet, 
Foemineum  hunc  trepido  pulsdsse  a  corde  timorem 

Bellica  (sedfrustra)  mens  mea  scepe  velit 
Fortius  inducta  feriunt  prcecordia  curce 

Ni  rumpat  dolor  epectore,  rumpar  ego 
Siccine  privatis  odiis  crudeliter  uxor, 

Etpulsant  nostras  horrida  bella  fores  ? 
Invidice  tentatne  manus  mea  sceptraferire 

Soeva  medmque  petit  vitam,  ubi  solus  eo  ? 
Me,  licet  insontem,  Synodi  sententia  damnat 

Etfamoso  urit  stigmate  Roma  siio. 
Undique  vexatur  dives  Normandia  bello 

Agmen  ubi  infestumfilius  hostis  agit 
Ingrati  mihi  natales,  ingratdque  vita, 

Natus  inhumanus,  sponsa  benigna  miniis 
Et  curce  &  morbi  cruciant  mihi  corpora,  nullas 

Delicias,  nidlam  terra  ministrat  opem, 
Gaudia  diffugiunt,  spes  avolat  unica  cur  a 
Permanet,  hcec  vitce  non  bene  grata  come, 
For  tuna,  auxilium  quod  erat,  nimis  aspera  dempsit 

Solamen  misero  restat  &  unus  amor. 
Forma  adeone  valet  Regis  lenire  dolor es, 

Creditur  antidoti forma  quod  una  satis  ? 

N  3  Plebs 


(  i82  ) 

Gives  life  to  him  by  law  condemn 'd  to  die  ? 
Is  it  his  care  the  Common-wealth  that  keeps, 
As  doth  the  Nurse  her  Baby  whilest  it  sleeps  ? 
And  that  poor  King  of  all  those  hopes  prevented, 
Unheard,  unhelp'd,  unpitti'd,  unlamented  ? 
Yet  let  me  be  with  poverty  opprest. 
Of  earthly  blessings  robb'd  and  dispossest ; 
Let  me  be  scorn 'd,  rejected  and  revil'd, 
And  from  my  Kingdom  let  me  live  exil'd, 
Let  the  worlds  curse  upon  me  still  remain. 
And  let  the  last  bring  on  the  first  againe  ; 
All  miseries  that  wretched  man  may  wound, 
Leave  for  my  comfort  only  ROSAMOND. 
For  thee  swift  time  his  speedy  course  doth  stay. 
At  thy  command  the  destinies  obey  ; 
Pitie  is  dead,  that  comes  not  from  thine  eyes. 
And  at  thy  feet  even  mercy  prostrate  lies. 

If /were  feeble,  rheumatick  or  cold. 
These  were  true  signes  that  I  were  waxed  old  ; 
But  /can  march  all  day  in  massie  steel. 
Nor  yet  my  armes  unweildy  weight  do  feel. 
Nor  wak'd  by  night  with  bruise  or  bloody  wound, 
The  tent  my  bed,  no  pillow  but  the  ground  : 
For  very  age,  had  /laine  bed-rid  long. 
One  smile  of  thine  again  could  make  me  young. 
Were  there  in  Art  a  power  but  so  divine. 
As  is  in  that  sweet  Aiigel-tongue  of  thine, 
That  great  Enchantresse  which  once  took  such  pains 
To  put  young  blood  into  old  Msons  veines, 
And  in  groves,  mountains,  and  the  moorish  fen, 

Sought 


(  '83  ) 

Plebs  quacunque  velitfelicior  eligit  ora 

Libera  num  Regi  vota  negabit  amor  ? 
Num  vidua  tristis  capit  auris  Regia  qucestus  ? 

Orborum  siccat  Regia  curagenas  ? 
Num.  rapit  a  dura  trepidantid  colla  securi, 

Et  dat  supplicibus  dextera  Regis  opem  ? 
Servat  ut  infantem  generosum  sedula  nutrix 

Rex  sua  regna  etiam  tuta  manerefacit  ? 
Cogitur  ille  tamen  Rex  desperare  salutem 

Infoelix,  spretus,perditus,  exul,  inops  ? 
At  sim  tam pauper  qudm  nee  miser abilis  /rus, 

Improba  terrenas  sors  mihi  demat  opes. 
Exul  ego  longe  peregrinas  mittar  adoras 

Stigmaticus,  diris  undique  onustus  earn. 
Uftdique  contemnar,  mepublica  vota  malignent 

Communesque  legant  in  mea  damna  preces, 
Cceca  tuis  totus  Icedar  fortuna  sagittis 

Unica  restabit  si  Rosamunda  mihi : 
Pro  te  tardarunt  fugientes  tempora  gressus 

Et  parent  jussis  arduafata  tuis. 
Nata  tuis  si  nata  unquam  dementia  ocellis, 

Quin  amor  ipse  tuos  sternitur  ante  pedes ^ 
Si  vel  Rheumaticus,  gelidusve  aut  debilis  essem 

Ilia  for  ent  seniiprcescia  signa  mei, 
Sed  cataphr actus  ego  totis  incedo  diebus, 

Impositumque  humerus  non  grave  sentit  onus, 
Nee  mihi  sanguineum  perturbant  somnia  vulnus, 

Saxea,  promolli,  sunt  mihi  castra  toro  ; 
Nunc  ego  si  centum  vixissem  Clinicus  annas 

Verteret  injuvenem  me  tua  forma  senem. 

N  4  Si 


(  i84) 

Sought  out  more  herbs  then  had  bin  known  to  men, 

And  in  the  pow'rful  potion  that  she  makes, 

Put  blood  of  men,  of  birds,  of  beasts  and  snakes, 

Never  had  needed  to  have  gone  so  farre, 

To  seek  the  soiles  where  all  those  simples  are  ; 

One  accent  from  thy  lips  the  blood  more  warmes. 

Then  all  her  philters,  exorcismes  and  charmes. 

Thy  presence  hath  repaired  in  one  day. 

What  many  yeares  with  sorrowes  did  decay, 

And  made  fresh  beauty  in  her  flower  to  spring. 

Out  of  the  wrinkles  of-times  ruining. 

Ev'n  as  the  hungry  winter-starved  earth. 

When  she  by  nature  labours  towards  her  birth. 

Still  as  the  day  upon  the  dark  world  creeps. 

One  blossome  forth  after  another  peeps. 

Till  the  small  flower,  whose  root  (at  last)  unbound, 

Gets  from  the  frostie  prison  of  the  ground, 

Spreading  the  leaves  unto  the  pow'rful  noon, 

Deck'd  in  fresh  colours  smiles  upon  the  Sunne. 

Never  unquiet  care  lodg'd  in  their  breast. 
Where  but  one  thought  of  ROSAMOND  did  rest : 
Nor  thirst,  nor  travel,  which  on  warre  attend, 
E're  brought  the  long-day  to  desired  end  : 
Nor  yet  did  pale  feare,  or  lean  famine  live. 
Where  hope  of  thee  did  any  comfort  give  : 
Ah,  what  injustice  then  is  this  of  thee. 
That  thus  the  guiltlesse  do'st  condemn  for  me  ? 
When  only  she  (by  means  of  mine  offence) 
Redeems  thy  pureness  and  thy  innocence. 
When  to  our  wills  perforce  obey  they  must, 
That's  just  in  them,  whater'e  in  us  unjust.  Or 


(  i85  ) 

Tam  modo  diviniim  si  numen  in  artefuisset, 

Quale  habet  a  lingua  vox  Rosamunda  tua. 
Erravit  varios  frustrd  Medea  per  hortos 

Antrdque  sollicitis  vix  adeunda  viris, 
Ignotas  ipsis  medicis  ut  qucereret  herbas, 

Msoneum  poterint  quce  reparare  senem  ; 
Quid  mixta  humano  prodest  medicina  cruore 

Quid  serpentino  sanguine  vel  quid  ave  ? 
Oscula  char  a  tuisprosunt  subrepta  labellis, 

Plus  tua  quam  magici pharmara,  philtra  valent. 
Quantum  Parca  meis  crescentibus  addidit  annis, 

Visa  te,  tantum  detrahit  una  dies  ; 
Qudque  suumponit  sulcum  irreparabile  tempus 

Inseruit  blandis  lilia  mixta  rosis 
Sic  nempe  hyberno  sterilescens  tempore  terra 

NatureB,  adpartum,  vere  reposcit  opem  ; 
Mafie  suburbanos  dum  solprorepit  in  hortos 

Pullulat  inde  recens  germen  &  inde  recenSy 
Mox  exporrecto  prorumpunt  vertice  flores 

Et  stricti  linquunt  vincula  dura  soli ; 
Tum  fortes  totogaudent  se  exponere  Phoebo, 

Ludit  &  inpatulis  blandior  aura  comis, 
Pectoribus  nunquam  dolor  improbus  hcesit  in  illis, 

Vel  dubitata  quibus  spes  Rosamunda /wiV. 
Fecere,  ut  cuperem  noctes  mutare  diebus 

Nee  via  me,  belli  me  nee  anhelasitis 
Me,  dum  char  a  meo  tu  sis  inpectore,  belli 

Nee  timor  invasit,  nee  macilenta  fames  ; 
Et  tamen  injuste  de  me  sententia  fertur , 

Insontem,  miser  e  dum  fads  esse  reum. 


Totus 


(  i86  ) 

Or  what  we  do,  not  them  account  we  make, 
The  fault  craves  pardon  for  th'  offenders  sake  : 
And  what  to  work  a  Princes  will  may  merit, 
Hath  deep'st  impression  in  the  gentlest  spirit. 

If 't  be  my  name  that  doth  thee  so  offend, 
No  more  my  self  shall  be  mine  own  names  friend, 
If  it  be  that  which  thou  do'st  only  hate, 
That  name  in  my  name  lastly  hath  his  date, 
Say  'tis  accurst,  and  fatal,  and  dispraise  it, 
If  written  blot  it,  if  engraven  rase  it : 
Say  that  of  all  names,  'tis  a  name  of  wo, 
Once  a  Kings  name,  but  now  it  is  not  so  : 
And  when  all  this  is  done,  I  know  'twill  grieve  thee, 
And  therfore  (Sweet)  why  should  /  now  believ  thee  ? 
Nor  should 'st  thou   think   those    eyes   with    envie 

(lowre. 
Which  passing  by  thee  gaze  up  to  thy  tower. 
But  rather  praise  thine  own  which  be  so  clear. 
Which  from  thy  turret  like  two  starres  appear  : 
Above  the  Sun  doth  shine,  beneath  thine  eye, 
Mocking  the  Heaven  to  make  another  skie. 
The  little  stream  which  by  thy  tow'r  doth  glide, 
Where  oft  thou  spend'st  the  weary  ev'ning  tide. 
To  view  thee  well  his  course  would  gladly  stay. 
As  loth  from  thee  to  part  so  soon  away. 
And  with  salutes  thy  self  would  gladly  greet, 
And  offer  up  some  small  drops  at  thy  feet ; 
But  finding  that  the  envious  banks  restrain  it, 
T'  excuse  it  self  doth  in  this  sort  complain  it. 
And  therefore  this  sad  bubling  murmur  keeps. 

And 


(  i87  ) 

Totus  egofoedo  tnaculatus  crimine  damnor, 

Tu  tamen  ex  ipso  hoc  indicepura  manes  ; 
Nempe  vel  invitos  mihi  cum  submittere  oportet 

Omnia  justa  illis  quce  mihijusta  minis 
Fas  quodcunque peto,  statpro  ratione  voluntas 

Et  sons  delictum  vindicat  ipse  suum  ; 
Munificus  fieri  princeps  qucecunque  jubehit, 

Hcec  animofacili  mens  generosa  capit ; 
Sz  modo  displiceant  oculo  mea  nomina,  dicas, 

Nominibusque  meis  ipse  inimicus  ero. 
Nomina  damnentur,  damnentur  ut  impiafacsisj 

S/,  quoniam  mea  sint,  sint  odiosa  tibi ; 
Inclytafac  pereat  titulorum  gloria,  nomen 

Dele,  die  titulus  Regius  illeperit, 
Hcec  {fingas  liceat)  fuerint  si  facta  dolebis 

Ergo  tibi  non  est  chara  adhibenda  fides, 
Invidia  obductos  nee  credere  oportet  ocellos 

Qui  turrim  aspectant  prcetereundo  tuam, 
Sed  laudare  tuos  qui  stellce  a  turre  videntur, 

Sydere  tam  claro  lumininibusque  micant 
Sol  supra  est,  tuus  infra  oculus,  coelumque  minatur, 

Mthera  deridens,  velle  creare  novum 
Limpha  tuam  turrem  qucefiumine  lambit  amico 

Qua  solita  esfessos  ludificare  dies, 
Heu  quam  scepe,fugax,  remorata  est  cemula  rivos 

In  vidtus  jactans  luminafixa  tuos 
Qudm  cupit  in  teneros  labiftuida  unda  lacertos  ! 

Amplectique  tuos  qudm  velit  ilia  pedes  ! 
Irata  obstantes  ripas  culpare  videtur, 

Et  veniam,  invito  quodfugit  amne,  rogat ; 


Ob- 


(  i88) 

And  for  thy  want  within  the  channel  weep. 
And  as  thou  do'st  into  the  water  look, 
The  fish,  which  see  thy  shadow  in  the  brook, 
Forget  to  feed,  and  all  amazed  lie. 
So  daunted  with  the  lustre  of  thine  eye. 
And   that   sweet  name  which  thou  so  much  do'st 

(wrong. 
In  time  shall  be  some  famous  Poets  Song, 
And  with  the  very  sweetnesse  of  that  name, 
Lions  and  Tigers  men  shall  learne  to  tame. 
The  careful  mother  at  her  pensive  breast. 
With  Rosamond  shall  bring  her  Babe  to  rest : 
The  little  birds  (by  mens  continual  sound) 
Shall  learn  to  speak  and  prattle  Rosamond ; 
And  when  in  April  they  begin  to  sing. 
With  Rosamond  shall  welcome  in  the  Spring  ; 
And  she  in  whom  all  rarities  are  found, 
Shall  still  be  said  to  be  a  Rosamond. 
The  little  flowers  dropping  their  honied  dew. 
Which  (as  thou  writ'st)  do  weep  upon  thy  shoe. 
Not  for  thy  fault  (sweet  Rosamund)  do  moane. 
Only  lament  that  thou  so  soon  art  gone  : 
For  if  thy  foot  touch  hemlock  as  it  goes, 
That  hemlock's  made  more  sweeter  then  the  Rose. 
Of  Jove  or  Neptune,  how  they  did  betray. 
Speak  not  of,  lo,  or  Aminome  ; 
When  she,  for  v^hovajove  once  became  a  bull, 
Compar'd  with  thee  had  been  a  tawny  Trull, 
He  a  white  Bull,  and  she  a  whiter  Cow  ; 
Yet  he  nor  she  ne're  half  so  white  as  thou. 

Long 


(  i89  ) 

Obstrepero  plangit  fugientes  murmure  campos. 

In  lacrymas  abeuntfluminay  tu  quod  abis, 
Dutn  nttidaSy  oculis  radiantibus  inspicis,  undaSy 

PisciculiSy  quibus  es  visa,  nee  eseaplaeet ; 
Non  opus  est  hamis  salientes  ducerepisces, 

Pisciculos  vultu  luminibusque  capis  ; 
Et  tua  quae  tantum  &  toties  mihi  nomina  damnas, 

Clara  olim  magni  carmine  vatis  erunt ; 
Mitescet  quibus  &  rabidus  leo,  &  aspera  tigris, 

Sicpotes  Orphaeam  vincere  sola  lyram  ; 
Nomine  nempe  tuo,  nonplura  crepundiagestans, 

Lullabit  prolem  mater  arnica  suam 
Et  solitas  hominum  voces  imitata,per  hortos 

Garrula  nil  nisi  te  vere  loquetur  avis  ; 
Etposthac  semper  Rosamunda  vocabitur  ilia, 

Quce  forma  superat,  quceque  de  cora  magis : 
Mella  super  crepidas  (scripsti)  stillantur  ah  herbis, 

Et  cadit  in  teneros  lacrymafusa  pedes  ; 
Nonfletur,  Rosamunda,  tuas  abstergere  culpas, 

Flet  plordtque  brevem  qucelibet  herba  moram  ; 
Nempe  tuopede  sit  viridis  modo  tacta  cicuta, 

Vertitur  in  blandam,  sceva  cicuta,  rosam  ; 
Neptuni  mihi  nee  raptus,fraude'sve  Tonantis, 

Neve  liisfletus  Amimonesve  refer, 
Dummodo  quampetiit  niveisub  imagine  tauri 

Si  tecum  certet  corpore,foedafuit ; 
Sit  bos  hie  niveus,  sit  &  hcec  mage  Candida  vacca, 

Sunt  tamen  Mthiopes,fuscus  uterque  tibi, 
Curafuit  (nosti)  vigilem  deludere  sponsam, 

Hinc  tu  Dasdaleo  car  cere  tuta  manes. 


Et 


(  190  ) 

Long  since  (thou  know'st)  my  care  provided  for, 
To  lodge  thee  safe  from  jealous  Ellinor, 
The  Labyrinths  conveyance  guides  thee  so, 
(Which  only  Vaughan,  thou  and  I  do  know) 
If  she  do  guard  thee  with  an  hundred  eyes, 
/have  an  hundred  subtile  MERCURIES 
To  watch  that  ARGUS  which  my  love  doth  keep, 
Until  eye  after  eye  fall  all  to  sleep. 
And  those  starres  which  look  in,  but  look  to  see, 
(Wond'ring)  what  star  here  on  the  earth  should  be, 
As  oft  the  Moon  amidst  the  silent  night, 
Hath  come  to  joy  us  with  her  friendly  light, 
And  by  the  Curtains  help'd  mine  eyes  to  see. 
What  envious  night  and  darknesse  hid  from  me  ; 
When  I  have  wish'd  that  she  might  ever  stay. 
And  other  worlds  might  still  enjoy  the  day. 
What  shall  I  say,  words,  teares  and  sighes  be  spent, 
And  want  of  time  doth  further  help  prevent. 
My  Camp  resounds  with  fearful  shocks  of  war, 
Yet  in  my  breast  more  dang'rous  Conflicts  are, 
Yet  is  my  Signal  to  the  battles  sound, 
The  blessed  name  of  beauteous  ROSAMOND. 
Accursed  be  that  heart,  that  tongue,  that  breath, 
Should  think,  should  speak,  or  whisper  of  thy  death  : 
For  in  one  smile  or  lowre  from  thy  eye 
Consists  my  life,  my  hope,  my  victory. 
Sweet  Woodstock  where  my  ROSAMOND  doth  rest. 
Be  blest  in  her,  in  whom  thy  King  is  blest. 
For  though  in  France  a  while  my  body  be, 
My  heart  remaines  (Dear  Paradise)  in  thee. 

THE    END. 


(  191  ) 

Etflexu  vario  Labyrinth!  clauderis  intuSy 

(Quern  novit  Vaughan,  tu  quoque  &  unus  ego) 
Quid  quod  centum  oculis  mea  te  custodial  uxor, 

Mercuries  totidem  dum  meus  addit  amor. 
Novit  &  insomnes  amor  ille  sopire  dracones 

Totque  Argos,  oculos  quot  vigil  Argus  habet 
Invida  quceque  tuam  perlustrat  stellula  turrim, 

Miratur  qucenam  pulchrior  inde  nitet ; 
Scepiiis  inspexit  media  nos  node  Diana, 

Indulsitque  suas  Cynthia  arnica  faces  ; 
S/c  tenuis  cortina  dedit  spectare  figuram, 

Quceprius  est  oculis,  nocte  negata  meis  ; 
Qudm  volui  semper  noctem  lunamque  manere, 

Mterno  Antipodes  sole,  diequefrui  ! 
Quid  dicam  ?  pereunt  lacrymce,  suspiria,  voces. 

Quod  mihi  restat  opis  scevior  hora  negat ; 
Bellica  terribili  resonant  mea  castra  boatu 

Pejor  at  in  totopectore  miles  amor. 
Te  Rosamunda  tubce,  te  Classica  nostra  loquuntur, 

Pugnandi  signum  tu  Rosamunda  mihi, 
Illius  intereant  &  vox  &  spiritus,  audet 

Qui  meditata  tud  de  nece  verba  loqui, 
Nempe  incerta  tuo  victoria  ridet  ocello 

Illinc  est  mihi  spes,  vita,  triumphus,  honos  ; 
Tuque  domus,  qua  char  a  manet  Rosamunda,  beatus 

Qua  tuus  &  Rex  est,  esto  beata  domus  ; 
Detineat  corpus  quanquamfera  GaUia,  tecum 

Cor  manet,  Elysium  deliciceque  mece. 

FINIS. 


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