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To an Unknown 



A Free-will Offering 

Of a loving Heart to a 



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To an Unknowa 



A Free-will Offering 

of a loving Heart to a 


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

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To the Honourable 


Sonne and Heire Apparent 

Honours, Estate and Vertues 

Of the Right Honourable 



BARON of Boughton. 


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 

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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 

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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 

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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- 

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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 

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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 

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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, 




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 

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 

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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 the most ingenious Authour upon his excellent 


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. 

Trin. Col. Soc. 
xxi Upon 


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. 

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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. 

of Trin. Col. Cambr. 

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

W Hoe 're shall ask what these rude lines do 
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. 

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 

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 

^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' 

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. 



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. 


"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. 


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EAUTY is Nature's, and the Woman's 

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. 


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




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. 

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. 

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 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 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. 

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 


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. 


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. 

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

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 


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. 


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 


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. 

'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 eat your apple and have it too : 

Cloy th 'appetite, and after feast your eye. 


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. 

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. 

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 


. 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. 


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. 

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. 


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



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. 

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. 


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

A Mistris. 


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 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?^^^, 


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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, 


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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, 


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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 


( 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 ; 



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 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. 


/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, 


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

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 


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. 


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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 


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, 


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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. 


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 ; 


(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 


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, 

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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. 

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 


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. 

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, 

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 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 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. 


To Amanda his friend, desiring him 
to fall to. 

A Thousand thanks, good Sir, thanks for your 
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. 


/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. 

Here's my rich banquet, hither the little lad 



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. 

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 


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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 


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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 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 ; 


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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 

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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 

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



"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 


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 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 


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 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. 


(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 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, 


( 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 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 


(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 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 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 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, 


( 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 


To Armndsi fearing a second showre. 

WHat means this woman-like unconstant 
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. 


( 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 


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 

Where thou mayest bathe thy lips in slime and 

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 



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

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

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. 



^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 


*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 

^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 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) 



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 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. 


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. 

/'le be no Merchant ; nor saile nigh. 

Those tempting India's of thy thigh ; 



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. 

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. 

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. 


At least I shall be curst in this. 

Your love, your beauty common is, 


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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 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 ; 


/ 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 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 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 


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 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. 


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 


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. 


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. 

Ne'er may her slender wrist. 


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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. 

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. 

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. 

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 


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, 


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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 

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 



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) 


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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 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 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 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 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 


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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 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. 


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

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 


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 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 


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 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 


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 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 


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 

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 


jfejfeioio^^ioi^io i^iojfeio jfeioioi^ioiojfejfei^i^ i^jfei^i^ 



Carminaexequialia, Epigrammata & di- 

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




Quas clarissimus olim Poeta nostras 


Nostratibus dedit ; 

Carminibus Latinis redditae ; 

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


Die quis PatrouuSj quis nunc erit ? 

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

LONDINlj Excusum Anno Dom. 1653. 

(93 ) 


Ornatissimo viro, 

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 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- 

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^ 

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 



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 & 

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 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. 


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




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 

( 100 ) 

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. 


( 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 

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 

( 102 ) 

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 ; 


( 103 ) 

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 


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 


( 105 ) 

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. 


( io6) 

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

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 

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 

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 


( 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 


( 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. 


( 109 ) 

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 ; 


( "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. 

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

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


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

What so unskilful in Orthographie ? 

Illiterate fate ? 

To put z period thus,. 

Where but a colon at the most should be ! 

±. Was't 



Was't not unmannerly in death 

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

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. 


'Tis fit each Scholar o're his Herse, 

Weep Elegies, 

Nature was scanning him, 

^s though she meant to make a golden verse. 

But death instead of long Hexameters y 

Making Adonicks, 

Served a warrant in 

Which fate had writ in short-hand characters. 


So left the learn'd Hippocrates j 

(Giving a dash 

Rude Ignoramus like) 

To make a guesse and spell out the disease. 


Himself read only his Contents, 

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

10. Fare- 

( "2) 

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 ? 

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


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


( "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. 


( "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) 


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 ; 


( "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 

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 


( "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 

( 120 ) 

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. 


( "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, 


( 122 ) 

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. 


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, 


( 123 ) 

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

Theologise Doctor, communis Index & Interpres Theo- 

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

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

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- 

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


( 124 ) 

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. 


( 125 ) 

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 

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. 


( 126) 

In obitum Reverendi senis Doctoris 

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- 

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- 

Linguarum gazophylacium & multifaria janua 


( 127 ) 

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. 



( "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 ; 


( 129 ) 

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. 


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- 

( 130 ) 


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. 


( 131 ) 

Scholam Regiam Westmonasteriensem Scho- 

larum omnium Reginam alloquuntur vicissim 

Cantabrigice & Oxonii Genii. 


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

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

Tejuga Parnassi nutantiafrontegemello, 
Jam pane insipidis devenerantur aquis. 

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

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

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

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

K 2 Oxon. 

( 132 ) 

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. 


( 133 ) 


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- 

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. 

A medico etiam mortuo Vale. 



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 

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 

( 136 ) 

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, 


( 137 ) 

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 
Academiarum quas Europa venditat 
Omnium facile Regina Cantabrigia 
Collegiorum quce antiquissima Cantabrigia arrogat. 
S. S, &Individuae Trinitatis CoWegium primasobtinet. 


( 138) 

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, 


( 139 ) 

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. 


( HO ) 


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. 


( 141 ) 

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 ; 


( 142 ) 

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 


( 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 


( 144 ) 

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. 


( 145 ) 


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 

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, 


( 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. 


( 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 

if. Af. 4*1 tV- l"i M M M M M, J": X jf^ X tH 4i ^i 4^^ ^i^^» *^^. *''^» *^^. M *V. *V. «V- 

( 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. 


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 

( 152 ) 

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^ 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. 


( 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, 


( 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. 


( 156) 

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. 


( 157) 


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 


( 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 ; 


( '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 


( 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. 


(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 


( 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. 

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

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 

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 

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 ? 


( 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. 


( 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) 

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 : 


( 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, 


( 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 : 


( 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 


( 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. 


( 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 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 


( 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. 


( 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 


( 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. 


( 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. 


( 178) 


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 

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, 


( 179 ) 


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 : 


( 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, 


( '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. 


( 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 

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. 


( 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 ; 


( 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 

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. 


( 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. 


( 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. 


( 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. 


PR Hookes, Nicholas 

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